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Ann, Sammy and Jess Pt. 01

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The sharp knock at the door made Robert jump. He glanced at his watch, 12:45am. Bonus time, happy days!

He’d been looking after Ann and Martin’s daughter and had expected them to be at the door. Instead, he was surprised to see a portly, sweating and angry-looking man who nodded back towards his taxi, its engine running on the driveway.

“I’m delivering you two piss-heads. I’ve got a bad back, so you’ll have to get them in yourself. And I need paying.”

Robert looked over the driver’s shoulder. Ann was in the front seat, grinning at no-one in particular, and Martin in the back, his head slumped forward and seemingly held up only by his seat belt.

Robert put his trainers on and walked over to the passenger side. Ann smiled in recognition as he bent down to the open window. He heard the driver mumble under his breath.

“Not a bad sight to be fair. Cracking pair of legs.”

Robert immediately saw what he meant. Ann, the incorrigible flirt, was wearing a knee-length, flowery summer dress. Cut low in a ‘v’ at the front and with a generous slit up one side, the driver would have had a good view of Ann’s long slim legs, crossed so the dress fell either side of her thigh. Robert idly wondered if she was wearing any knickers. He suspected not as he knew she was braless, he’d clocked that earlier.

Ann looked stunning when Robert had arrived earlier that evening. Although not especially attractive, she always made a big effort with her clothes and make-up for any party. Tall, loud and brash with strong features framed by auburn hair, Ann would probably enjoy the description used by the men in her friendship group – ‘dirty’. That’s dirty in a fuckable, horny, smutty, suggestive way. She was confident in her own body and knew that whilst every man at the party would secretly lust after her, their wives or partners would be keeping a very close eye on her too.

That’s not to say the women didn’t like Ann. Quite the opposite in fact. As long as they had their partners in sight when she was around, they enjoyed her company. Ann was forthright and entertaining, especially when discussing her sexual needs and previous conquests, which she did as a matter of course. The rumour was that she only married Martin having become pregnant by him after a hurried shag at a work away-day – she was his boss at the time – and this after she was initially rebuffed by a female colleague. For the record, the female colleague left the company soon after.

At parties, Ann would usually wear a revealing outfit: either a lacy or semi-transparent blouse, coupled with a tight skirt, or otherwise a figure-hugging dress. Her slim upper body led down to a good-sized bottom above impressive, long legs. Her favourite trick at parties was to see how many of the men she danced with would get erections as she held her body against them and pressed her tits close to their chest. She was shameless.

The other halves didn’t mind too much as this either developed into an argument later or a tremendous session of lovemaking, with the men, no doubt, imagining their dick pumping inside Ann, rather than the partner beneath them. Ann’s record for erect dicks for one evening (excluding Martin’s semi before he usually fell asleep, drunk), was four. On the same evening she also had her hand inside the silky pants of Margaret, a foxy married Lawyer, who let Ann rub her pussy, just out of view of the main party.

Robert couldn’t help a sneaky look down the front of her dress as she greeted him that evening, leaning forward to give him a welcome kiss. The dress had dropped just far enough for him to briefly see one of her small, soft bare white breasts under the silky material. The image of the little pink button nipple had kept him going through the evening, and once young Daniel was asleep he had crept into Ann and Martin’s bedroom for a good nose around her underwear drawer and maybe, just maybe a chance to find any porn magazines or sexy toys hidden around the room.

This was back in 1983, and Robert was just 21 and on a summer vacation, home from University. Ann and Martin must have been in their early 40s. Martin a big thick-set man, intelligent, good-looking but intensely earnest with a distinct humour-bypass, whilst Ann was the polar opposite. Younger-looking than her husband (she could pass for 30) she was full of energy and usually the focus of any gathering. Her striking green eyes twinkled mischievously, especially after alcohol (she enjoyed her drink). Robert matched her in some ways – he too was tall and slim, handsome, with dark hair and an athletic, sports-toned body.

Robert had spied on Ann from his bedroom window, after raucous parties at his parent’s house. Often leaving much later than her husband, Ann would accept a lift home with whoever she took a shine to that night, when usually inebriated. There was an understanding between the married couple that Ann could explore her sexual desires however she chose, as long as she was discreet and Antep Escort Bayan kept liaisons away from Martin. The routine was fairly well established. Martin left first, Ann had a grope with someone, she’d get home drunk, then Martin awoke with Ann’s mouth sucking his cock into life under the bedclothes. Win-win in some respects.

On one memorable occasion – now stored in Robert’s masturbation memory bank – Robert watched from his bedroom window above the front door and saw an Italian friend leaving with Ann, down below. The man, who was much older than her in his early 60s, couldn’t wait to get his paws on her, so grabbed Ann and roughly kissed her mouth, his hands feeling her bare, braless back before moving down over her ample buttocks. He squeezed her butt cheeks hard over her skirt, then roughly took her hand and forced her to touch and hold his growing dick through his own pants.

The pair were giggling as she struggled to undo his zip, his thick, dark, semi-hard dick flopping out into Ann’s hand. She seemed so drunk she could hardly focus, but didn’t try to get away or stop the Italian from taking advantage of her in this way. In fact, she started tugging his now erect penis, perhaps too hard as he took her hand away after a short while and forced her to bend forward so her face was close to the deep purple tip of his dick.

The Italian’s fingers twisted in her hair so she was powerless to move her head away. Did she even want to? Robert wasn’t so sure. Maybe he should go down and intervene but he was so incredibly turned on by this voyeuristic opportunity. Ann was squatted down now in front of the swarthy man, his hands on the back on her head and pulling her close. She had little option but to take his bulbous, short fat dick fully into her mouth, face-fucked with his slow thrusts.

Above, Robert was silently squeezing his own hard dick, absorbed by the unfolding scene below him. He could hear the party in full swing elsewhere and was amazed the couple didn’t move from the front path. Anybody could have left at any moment.

After a short time it was clear the Italian was about to come in Ann’s mouth. His thrusting became quicker, more violent, until his head tipped back and with a horribly-pained expression he emptied his load. Ann efficiently gobbled him clean, swallowing the hot, sticky semen and even running her mouth up and down his veiny shaft so no creamy spunk remained. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at the Italian, then momentarily directly at Robert in the window above. She raised herself unsteadily and kissed the man on his lips. She pulled up her blouse allowing him to see and suck on her hard nipples. As he did so, she looked up again and directly at Robert whilst holding the Italian’s head to her chest, then blew the voyeur a kiss. Robert took a hand off his hard dick and waved back.

On another occasion, the Pendletons took Ann (quite literally as it turned out) in their own car. Alan, in his late 50s, had his arms around both Ann and his short, bubbly wife Doris. Without any semblance of shame, he casually placed his hands over each woman’s breasts, gently caressing one in each hand as the threesome walked slowly down the garden path. Doris Pendleton seemed completely unperturbed. She could see perfectly well that as Alan fondled her own huge floppy breast, he was doing the same with Ann’s smaller, firmer, rounded tits.

Before they reached the road, Alan stopped and turned towards Ann, kissing her fully on the lips and pushed deeply into her mouth as he forced his tongue around hers. Doris had moved round so she faced Ann and gently ran her fingers over her dress and felt her breast, circling her protruding nipple as Alan continued to tongue her. Doris then moved her hand down between Ann’s legs, so she cupped her pubic mound over her dress material and gently rubbed her fingers into the soft folds of Ann’s pussy. In the car, Ann sat in the front and Doris immediately leaned forward from the back seat, pulling Ann’s dress straps down over her shoulders, so revealing Ann’s breasts, illuminated in the streetlights and now being massaged by the older woman as Alan drove off.

Would they stop on route, Robert wondered? Would Alan be sucked-off by Ann as Doris watched from the back, pushing Ann’s head down on her husband’s cock? Or would Ann have moved beside Doris in to the back, bending down to taste Doris’s fat pussy in full view of Alan?

I digress. Back in Ann and Martin’s bedroom, Robert had no luck with finding magazines but did find the main prize – a long, black vibrator hidden deep in Ann’s underwear drawer. So, she liked a little black inside her did she? He wondered if Martin knew she had one. Probably not. He pushed the rigid vibrator down his own pants, turned the base so it vibrated gently over his stiffening cock, imagining Ann next using it without knowing that it had massaged his penis. Robert wondered if she would put it in her mouth before her pussy? He then got out a handful of her pants, each black and lacy, and masturbated using them to rub and pull at his dick. He slipped one pair in his pocket and would take it home later as a souvenir.

Now, with some difficulty, as Martin was a solid lump and unwilling to move, Robert had supported him into the house and toward the sofa. Martin belly-flopped on to his front, apparently out for the count, fully-dressed. He found Martin’s wallet in his jacket and paid the amused driver before turning his attention to Ann who, thankfully, was able to get out of the car alone, but not without first swinging open her legs and revealing more of her long legs and the delightful ‘v’ of her lacy cream knickers, to both Robert and a beaming driver.

“Good luck pal, think your luck might be in there…”

Robert and Ann walked arm-in-arm to the door. Robert casually draped his hand down over her buttock, loving the way her butt felt when she walked, or wobbled in this case. In the hallway, Ann turned unsteadily to face Robert.

“You know, that bastard driver kept rubbing against my leg whenever he changed gear with his fat little hand. He had a tiny stiffy, dirty old man.”

“Now Robert darling, I want two things from you. A large glass of white wine, followed by a close look at your big stiffy! You have got a big stiffy haven’t you?”

Robert tried to appear unflustered, no woman had ever talked to him in these terms before, certainly not a friend of the family and not even his girlfriend Jess, who could be pretty dirty during their lovemaking.

“Ann, I think you may have had enough already.”

“Enough wine darling, or enough cock?” she slurred, giggling at Robert’s obvious discomfort. She continued: “You’ve spied on me haven’t you? I’ve seen you! Bet you wished I was sucking you off rather than that dirty old man – but you were a bit young back then weren’t you?”

Christ, thought Robert, she remembers from all that time ago?

He followed her into the kitchen, ready to catch her if she collapsed. He took this chance to look closely at her wonderfully swaying bottom outlined in the flowing dress. What he would give to get his hands on those buttocks properly.

Ann poured two, large glasses of wine without asking Robert if he wanted one, and gulped hers back quickly, pouring another equally generous glassful.

“I’d better see if Mr Boring Bastard is still breathing” she said and headed into the dark lounge, lit only by a small lamp and the flickering TV.

She laughed when she saw Martin, flat out, face creased into the sofa cushion, gently snoring.

“What. A. Sex-god he is”, she said sarcastically, handing her glass to Robert (and spilling half of it down her front).

“Oops, clumsy me. Want to lick it off?”

She snorted again as Robert looked at her chest, her nipple clearly outlined in the soaked material.

What happened next took Robert by surprise but delighted him nonetheless. Ann stood beside her sleeping husband, and facing him, gradually rolled her dress up, bit-by-bit, it rising higher and higher up her legs. She gathered the hem above her hips, turned around and pushed her butt down towards Martin’s head. She wobbled slightly as she squatted, almost collapsing onto him, then giggled as she slipped her lacy French knickers just over her lovely large buttocks, wiggling her arse at Martin, who slept peacefully. Robert had no trouble looking down her open top now as her tits swung freely, side to side.

Two things here.

One: Robert was surprised at how pale her body was, her skin almost transparent compared to his, her trim dark pubes contrasting with the long pink slit of her pussy. Robert was very bronzed having spent the previous three weeks sunbathing naked with his Jess in Greece. It was, he briefly remembered, heavenly. Jess covered in sun lotion (applied over every bit of her gorgeous body and into every soft crack by a willing Robert), at various times sitting on his hot cock or happily licking it, sucking his boiling balls in the searing heat.

And two: wow, just fucking wow! What perfectly-shaped, fleshy buttocks Ann had. She wiggled her butt closer to Martins head and even grabbed her butt cheeks and fully opened her arse to him which seemed to delight her, and made Robert’s penis strain against his jeans.

“Oops, sorry about that Robert darling, I couldn’t resist.” she whispered in a little girl’s voice, a finger to her lips.

“That’s quite alright Ann, I enjoyed the show, even if Martin didn’t.”

Robert was about to burst. It’s now or never, he thought and took the initiative. It was clear Ann was happy to flaunt herself in front of her comatose husband, in fact it seemed to turn her on. Robert grabbed her, turning her around in one movement so she had to reach over Martin to support herself on the back of the sofa. She looked down at Martin and behind her to Robert who was now on his knees behind her, his hand slipping her knickers fully off.

Without hesitating, he buried his face between her buttocks, rubbing his nose down her crevice whilst fondling the soft flesh either side. Ann squealed and instinctively pushed her buttocks to him and opened her legs more so Robert had a perfect view and easy access up and down her butt. Ann’s eyes closed and her mouth opened as Robert’s tongue slowly probed between her moist, sticky opening and flicked at her clitoris. His nose was pressed over her anus, knowingly nudging her puckered hole but not penetrating.

“Oh darling Robert, you are a naughty boy, a very naughty boy” she said, breathlessly.

“Do you want me to stop Ann? Or do you like me licking you there?”

“God no, please no, don’t stop, I love it, lick me there pleeeaaase.”

Robert knew Ann wanted more wine, so he reached behind him for her glass, and slowly let the liquid trickle down the small, soft indented ‘v’ at the top of her buttocks, down the crack between them and over her anus. She gasped, and clenched her buttocks momentarily, but relaxed as Robert’s tongue expertly sucked at the wine, licking slowly around and over her butt as the wine dribbled into his mouth and over his chin.

Ann’s gasps and the view of her arse and fanny lips from behind and him slurping the wine up and down her pussy momentarily opened up another sweet, sweet, memory for Robert, this time concerning Jess’s younger sister, Sammy.

In 1983 Samantha was 19 and similar to Jess in some ways. Both of the fine-looking Randall girls drew attention the moment they entered a room. Sam looked sultry. She had long, thin, chestnut-coloured hair which fell naturally and framed her pretty face. She had beautiful, soft and full lips, was slim but with a small rounded belly. Tall – but not as worldly or experienced sexually as her older sister, although despite this, more openly flirty with men. If anything, Sammy was slightly prettier than Jess, which had always irked the older girl. She looked young for her age too (much to her annoyance), with flawless pale skin and doleful eyes. Aside from her looks, Sammy’s key assets were her large, well-shaped, full and firm young breasts. In fact, both the Randall women were well endowed in that respect.

At the start of the summer vacation, Robert had planned to cycle up to Jess’s home and spend some time with her ahead of the Greek holiday, a vacation which Sammy was due to finish with them in the final week. He knew the mother and father were holidaying in France and that the two brothers were travelling across Europe. So just the young, horny sisters at home on a sweltering summer afternoon. On the ride over he’d imagined them sunbathing side-by-side on the lawn, in his mind both completely naked and in need of sun lotion applying.

Robert arrived 20 minutes sooner than he thought, and parked his bike around the side of the house. It was before mobile phones (imagine that!) so he couldn’t let Jess know he’d be early. As he walked to the front door Sammy waved from the kitchen window and opened the side door for him.

“Hi Rob! Thought you were coming later?”

She had just taken a lollipop from the freezer. “Want one?” she asked as she took the wrapper off and put the bright red icy lolly between her lips. Her hair was long this summer, reaching far down her back. She looked mischievous and to Robert, incredibly hot. Years of being a school and club dancer had given Sammy a strong figure with perfectly toned, well defined legs and a rounded butt.

He and Sammy had, on two occasions, shared secret, quick and intimate moments in her family home. Hands groping for her firm large tits under a night-shirt, hands fondling her round buttocks over pants, hurried kissing and joyfully, a quick hand thrust down Sammy’s pyjama shorts with Robert finding her vagina and curling a finger inside her one night when he had stayed over in the spare room. Jess, as far as he knew, was unaware of the fact that her younger, often deeply annoying sister, once had her boyfriend’s finger inside her wet hole at the same time that she had held Robert’s hot, engorged dick.

“Jess has popped out…” said Sammy as she walked past Robert and over to the stairs, still sucking on the lollipop so her lips and tongue were soon bright red.

“She’ll be about 15 minutes…”

Sammy was wearing a light-coloured,long t-shirt, possibly one of her brother’s old ones, which sat tantalisingly just below her buttocks. Her dark nipples were just visible pushing against the material. At the foot of the stairs she turned to Robert.

“Coming up?”

Sammy beckoned him to follow, which, being a horny, unscrupulous young man, he naturally did. As she reached the top the sunlight from the big window shone through Sammy’s top to reveal the outline of her wonderfully-proportioned body. She giggled and ran up the final steps when she saw the lust in the young man’s eyes below. For his part, Robert had seen up her shirt, revealing her bare white butt-cheeks. Her firm breasts bounced up and down as she headed for her bedroom at the back of the house, with Robert in hot pursuit.

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Angel’s Flight

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The chance meeting. The forbidden fruit. Erotic fantasies that everyone has, and few experience. This could be your fantasy to share with that someone special.

*****

A long day of riding made Rick tired, and looking for a place to crash for the night. He started in South Texas late in the day, and had made it past Austin by dark. He avoided the Interstate, and kept to the secondary roads. Still, most small towns rolled up the sidewalks early, there wasn’t much of a selection. He finally decided to just hit one of the roadside picnic areas and catch a few winks, before he continued to Oklahoma to visit relatives.

The roadside rest area wasn’t far, and as he pulled up, he saw the little blue car at the far end with the hood raised. He slowed the Harley and pulled in several tables away. The bike idled smoothly for a few minutes, then he shut it off. The sudden silence was almost deafening. He took some snacks from his bags and sat on a table to eat. Lost in thought, he didn’t hear her approach.

She was going to visit her family in Oklahoma, a fair drive from Florida. She had taken Interstates across to Texas, but got away from them near the big cities. She preferred the secondary roads, for the scenery, the lighter traffic, and the possibilities of finding food and gas easier. She hadn’t counted on her car giving out in the middle of nowhere. She made it to the rest stop before it quit altogether. She tried to call her relatives, but her cell phone wouldn’t pick up a signal.

She opened the hood and stared at the tightly packed compartment, not having a clue as to what she was seeing. ‘Too much crap!’ she thought to herself. ‘I wish I had my dad’s old Chevy.’ She slumped in the seat, waiting for anyone to stop and maybe help her, at least get her to a phone.

The loud rumble of the approaching motorcycle startled her. She was hoping it would pull in, but she was also afraid of what its rider might be like. She had heard stories of “those people” and how they treated women, especially those that were alone in strange places. She watched the biker pull in and stop a ways back, get something from his side pack, and sit on the table. She gathered all her courage and walked over to him.

“Hey, there!” she called out. She jumped almost as much as he did.

“You startled me!” He replied, looking around to see who spoke. He saw a short little girl, about 5’2″, in a close fitting denim dress. She had on some knee length boots with substantial heels. Her hair was medium length, and as she got closer he noticed that she was a stout little girl. A full figure, well proportioned for her height. She looked soft and inviting.

“Um .. My car’s broke.” She said quietly. “And my damn cell phone won’t work here!” she added.

“What did it do?” He asked.

“It made some growling noises, then started to steam, so I pulled in as soon as I saw this spot. It quit right there!” She pointed to the blue car.

He got a light from the bike and walked over to her car. He looked at some things and guessed that the water pump was shot.

“Not much we can do here, at night.” He told her.

“But … I’ve got to get to a phone, or something! I’m supposed to be in Oklahoma by now!” She almost wailed the last bit, choking back a cry.

“Okay! Okay! None of that tears stuff!” He snapped. “I was going to sack out here for a while, but let me finish my snack and I’ll take you into the next town. All right?”

“Oh, Yes! That would be great!” She bubbled. “Thank You!” She threw her arms around him and hugged him.

He enjoyed the feel of her soft body next to his. He could smell her hair and some kind of light perfume.

“If we are going to be this close, could I at least know your name?” He said.

She dropped her arms quickly, and got an embarrassed look on her face.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I .. I didn’t mean to … My name is Angel.” She finally composed herself.

“I’m Rick.” He answered, and walked away, back towards his bike.

Angel followed, sitting quietly next to him as he finished eating. She studied his body language as well as his body. He was about 5’7″, might weigh 150 or so. Dark hair, glasses, and dressed in leather, head to toe. He packed up his stuff and got near the bike.

“You need any thing from your car?” he asked.

“Oh! Yes, let me get some things!” She ran back to her car. He watched her strong looking legs carry her back. She definitely had some nice features. He started the bike and pulled up next to her car. She got a small carry bag from the trunk and brought it to him. He got a strap from the bike and tied the bag to the luggage rack. He got back on and waited for her to mount.

“I .. I’ve never been on a bike, before.” She said sheepishly.

Rick laughed. “Have you ever ridden a horse?”

“Yeah.”

“Get on the same way. Put your foot on this peg, stand up straight, and swing your leg over.”

She looked down at her snug fitting dress. Quickly unbuttoning the bottom three fasteners, Bayan Escort Gaziantep she followed the instructions and mounted. She felt strangely comfortable as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He kicked the bike in gear, and headed out. A sudden warmth centered in her belly as she gripped his thighs with hers. She felt her kitty glowing with the heat and getting wet. The vibrating iron between her legs added to the sensations, and she was very close to cumming.

The night air was cool, and it felt good to have a warm body behind him. It had been a while since he packed a passenger, especially a pretty one.

She felt his hand on her thigh. It was a light touch, just resting on the top. His hand felt strong and warm where the wind had peeled back her dress. Lightly running his hand up and down that spot, he was stirring feelings in her belly.

He let his hand fall to his side, and it lay on her soft thigh. He could feel her stockings, smooth and silky. He moved a little, and felt the elastic strap of garters. Pleasant thoughts filled his head. His cock stirred in his leather pants. It had been a while for that, too.

The road widened, and a small town appeared on the black ribbon of road. The first building they came to was a “Mom and Pop” Diner with some small cabins behind it. The went in to the diner, and the older woman at the counter asked what they needed. Rick asked for black coffee, Angel a tea, and where was a phone. Rick was sipping his coffee when she returned to the table.

“Well, shit!” She exploded. “Can’t anybody come this far to get me ’till tomorrow.”

” Can’t fix the car until then, either.” Rick countered.

“What am I going to do?” She moaned.

“Way I see it, you have two choices.”

“And what would they be?” She snipped.

He gave her a cold stare, and said nothing. She realised her error and started to cry.

“I …I’m sorry! .. I .. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You’ve been so kind and helpful. Please forgive me?” She sobbed.

“Well, for starters, quit crying! It won’t solve your problems here. Second, I understand your frustration, and Yes, I forgive your outburst.” Rick replied softly.

“What … Um .. What are my choices?” She asked with hesitation in her voice.

“You can go back to your car and wait for someone to come for you, or you can ride on in to Oklahoma with me, and guide your help back here, later.” He paused for her to think a while, and motioned the counter person for some more coffee. She brought the coffee, and he leaned close to ask her something Angel couldn’t hear.

He already knew her destination was further upstate than his, but he didn’t mind. What he did mind was the late hour. He couldn’t make it where he needed to be until after midnight. That was too late for him to feel comfortable ‘landing’ on his relatives. He had asked the woman earlier how much the cabins were, and if they had any open. They had one, for $35 a night. He just told her he’d take it. Whether or not Angel stayed with him, he needed some rest, and a shower wouldn’t hurt, either.

She studied this handsome stranger, dressed in leather from head to toe, riding a huge motorcycle, and seeming to have been sent to rescue her. She fiddled with her wedding band as she thought about her choices. She definitely didn’t want to sleep in her car, and she didn’t want to bother her people again, tonight. She guessed it would be okay to let Rick carry her to her destination, after all.

“Um .. Rick.”

“Yes?”

“I …I’ll …uh … can you really take me with you?” She gushed.

“Sure. No problem. We’ll leave out early in the morning.” He spoke flatly, and got right up and headed for the door. She sat, stupefied, watching him walk out to his bike. What had she done? What was about to happen to her? Her pulse raced as she jumped up and followed him outside.

She reached him just as he started the bike. She was about to stop him, thinking he was leaving her anyway, when he pointed at the cabins in the back and pulled over to the furthest one from the Diner. She now understood what he meant when he said start in the morning. Panic filled her, but at the same time, an aroused warmth flooded her belly. She felt herself getting wet between her thighs. ‘Oh, no! This is wrong’ she thought. ‘I’m married, I don’t know this man, I can’t stay with him all night!’

She ran to the side of the cabin, where Rick had already brought his bag inside, and was untying hers from the back of the bike. She reached out to grab his wrist, and looked into his eyes, inches from his face. She saw strength, caring, and a mysterious power she couldn’t explain. Instead of stopping him and protesting the arrangements, she quietly said,

“Here, let me take that inside.”

He wondered what she would say when she discovered what he had done. He had every intention of being a perfect gentleman. He noticed her ring, and her attitude hadn’t lent him the thought she was interested in fooling around. Not that he wouldn’t mind cuddling up to her fluffy little body. She looked very soft and inviting. Warm and healthy, full of life and energy, and an appreciation for tender care.

He smiled at her and took the bag for her, anyway. He allowed her to enter ahead of him, and closed the door behind, locking it with the chain latch. He put her bag on the stand next to the first bed, his was already on the other one. He studied her as she took in the room. He saw the soft smile as she noticed the separate beds.

“Best I could do, only one left.” Rick drawled.

“You did well, my knight in black leather.” She curtsied formally, the giggled unmercifully.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I had this picture of being stranded with you in who knows where we are, in one bed, and no one knew where I was ..and .. and ..” She never finished the sentence. She stepped close to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Thank You, Sir Knight”.

“Well, I don’t know about the ‘knight’ part, but I want a shower. Flip for first?”

“Fl… what are you talking about?” she asked, very confused.

He smiled, “Flip a coin! Heads or Tails?” He said as he tossed a gold coin in the air.

“Heads!” She screamed excitedly, just as the coin hit the rug. She dropped to her knees and looked at the coin. Her butt was high in the air, and her loosened dress was high on her back. Rick got a good look at her panty-less backside.

“Hell! It’s tails.” She said with a disappointed pout.

“That’s okay, you can go first.” He spoke so softly, so gently, her heart fluttered again, and the feeling returned to her “down there”.

Angel gathered what she needed, and went into the shower room. She started to close the door, but changed her mind on a whim of fantasy. She got under the hot, heavy spray of water and started to was her weary body. She lathered her chest, and felt her nipples harden. The warmth flowed down to her vulva and engorged her clitoris and the soft folds of her sex. Her hand went down and she came as soon as her finger touched her clitoris. She stifled her cry of release and plunged the finger into her vaginal opening, intensifying the orgasm.

She composed herself and looked around, checking if she was being watched. She didn’t see him near. And quickly finished her bathing. As she dried herself, her ring slipped down her finger. Again, an impulse led her to remove it and place it in her make-up bag. She completed her ablutions and re-entered the small front room, wearing just her robe.

“All yours!” She said with an overly cheerful, yet sensual tone.

Rick went in and rinsed off the day’s ride, feeling the heavy needles pounding his body, peeling off the tensions of the ride. He emerged with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Angel almost swooned at the large tattoos that covered a good portion of his arms, legs, and back. Dragons and skulls. Daggers and eagles. Colorful pieces that adorned a muscular body.

He wasn’t rock hard, but trim and fit. No large belly hanging low, or slack skin on his arms or legs. She felt the wetness return to her lower belly and thighs. He turned off all but the bathroom light and got into the other bed. She got a quick look at what seemed to be a small tree sticking out of his body as he slipped the towel off.

Rick settled in and was drifting off to sleep when he felt a presence next to his bed. It was followed by a weight compressing the thin, worn mattress. He felt the covers lift, and then the soft, warm feeling of flesh against his thigh. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Angel laying next to him.

“I … It’s … I haven’t slept by myself in a long time.” She muttered.

“You don’t have to … um … I know you’re married and all, Angel”

“I know.” She said softly. “I want to.”

He kissed her softly. She returned the kiss, and drew his face towards hers. Her mouth closed over his and he felt her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth.

“I … I … uh …” She began to say something. Rick closed her mouth with a kiss.

“Shhhh. Don’t say anything, Angel. It’s okay.” He soothed her.

He rolled on his side and held her in his strong arms. She melted into him, her kitty was absolutely creaming with desire for this stranger. He kissed her again, hot, this time. His tongue drove to the back of her mouth, and hers tried to follow suit. Their tongues danced and explored each other’s mouth, hands began to roam over each other’s body.

“Hey, Angel!” He stopped her, just as her hand encircled his throbbing erection. “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to, if you don’t want. I haven’t asked you for this.”

“I know. I want to. I want you, Rick. I don’t know or care why. I want you, tonight.”

She stroked his long cock lightly. “Mmm, it’s big! I want this in me, Rick. Please? … Fuck me?!” She blurted out the direct request.

She was never so bold at home she shocked herself at her statement. Her husband would touch her and kiss her a little, then expect her to lay back and take him in until he was finished. Then he would either get up or roll over, leaving her to either stay needy or finish for herself. This felt different, more mutual, more like sharing. Rick pulled her soft body closer, and then on top of him. She felt his throbbing erection between her legs. She wormed her way under the sheets and got her lips on the hot flesh. She felt the slick pre-cum and licked it with her tongue. She heard the soft groan above her, and felt his hands in her hair.

He felt her move down, and then her lips closed around his cock. He almost lost it right then. Her mouth was hot, wet, and her tongue was dancing between his crown and the foreskin of his eight-inch cock. He felt her mouth going down his shaft, and then the back of her throat. He felt her choke, and pulled her up to him.

“Angel, take it easy. You don’t have to try to take all of it at once.” He smoothed her hair.

“I … I’m afraid … I’m afraid I’ll change my mind.” She said softly.

“Look, Angel. You are real sweet, and I really would like to…., but I don’t want you doing anything that you’ll regret, later. Okay?”

“I don’t think I’ll regret this!” She said as she resumed sucking on his cock. It didn’t take long for her talented mouth to coax a load of cum from Rick’s cock. It hot the back of her mouth with such force, she coughed and nearly choked. Cum dribbled out of her mouth in long strands. She held the semen in her mouth, a worried look in her eyes. She didn’t swallow cum, even for her husband, but she didn’t want to leave the bed, either.

He saw her predicament, and chanced a solution. He guided her face towards his and opened his mouth. “Share it with me.” He said softly. “Kiss me hot with my cum in your mouth.”

Her eyes widened, but she complied with the strange request. Her tongue pushed the hot, thick liquid into Rick’s mouth. His tongue scooped it from hers, and it was gone. She had never had a man lick his own cum before. The idea flushed her face and chest with warmth. She had never felt so hot for a man. She intensified the hot kiss, tasting some of his cum, too. It wasn’t as bad as she had imagined it to be. She wondered if it was just him, that made it different.

“I think, it’s your turn, Angel.” Rick said as he rolled her on to her back. He kissed down her body, lingering at her long, thick nipples. He moans became a constant hum as he sucked them between his teeth and nipped them lightly, then kissed down to her soft belly. Her hands gripped his head as he tongued her navel and began to move down to her wet, hungry kitty.

Her clitoris was diminutive, hiding in the thick folds of dark rose colored lips. The inner folds had blossomed into a petal shell to serve the little bud of passion. Her hips jumped as he took the swollen bud in his mouth, again as his fingers slipped into her wet opening.

“OH! GOD! …. Rick! … ooooohhhhhhhh godddddddd!” She moaned as he licked her slit. “Been so long….. ohmigod …feels so goooddd!”

Rick took in the scent of her arousal as he began to lick her cunt and clit. It was heavy and sweet. Rich in aroma, it aroused him further. His cock rose to its full size quickly, and as Angel was getting close to cumming, he moved quickly to replace his tongue with his pulsing cock. He thrust into her all at once, making her scream and moan at the same time. She was hot and tight. Her hips rose to meet his as the fell into a steady pace of filling and emptying her tight body.

“Uhhh …Uhhh …OH …Yes ….Fuck ….me ..oh ….Rick ….Fuckkkk meeeee!” She moaned. Angel came twice more, quivering and thrusting through each cum. She wondered how he could keep going, and not cum in her. Finally, he pulled out completely, leaving her empty and feeling drained. He touched her hip, and somehow she knew what he wanted. She turned over and raised her butt, propped on her arms, “doggie” style.

“Fill me!” She begged. “Fill me with your stuff!” she gasped. “Oh, please! Fuck me and cum inside me!”

Rick aimed his throbbing cock at her gaping hole and did as she asked. He impaled her from behind and found his position. He began thrusting deeper and faster, until he felt the familiar tightening deep inside his belly. He felt her hole get tighter as he swelled, his balls drew up tight, pressure built in him and he began to shake.

Pounding her ass with the last few strokes, he exploded into her, shooting his cum deep into her waiting body. Jet after jet of hot cum washed into her, deeper than ever before. She felt the hot liquid at the opening of her womb, causing her to attain another orgasm of her own.

Panting, gasping for breath, they both collapsed on the bed. It took several moments before either could speak. They talked softly of how it felt to share love with a stranger, how Angel hadn’t had anyone but her husband in years. She told Rick of how ‘mechanical’ the sex was at home. Rick kissed her lightly, and started down her soft body. Slowly, softly licking her breasts and nipples, again, down past her navel over the slight bulge of her tummy to the swell of her cum soaked mound.

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I had been dating Kate for about 5 or 6 months when she brought up a problem she was having. Things were great between us and I wanted to hear her problem and help her solve it.

“So what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“You know how we always said we could share anything and it would be OK?”

“Of course, babe, what’s up?”

“Well, before I met you, I was part of a club I guess you could call it. I haven’t seen them since we started dating, and to be honest, I really miss them.”

“Well of course you can see your friends, what’s the problem? Are they far away or something?”

“No, they live here in town.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well, you. Maybe”

“Me?” I was surprised, that was the last thing I expected to hear.

“Well, you see babe, it’s not exactly a regular friend group.”

“I think you’d better explain.”

“Well, there’s this group, I kinda got recruited to it a few years ago and every so often they meet. So what it is, is this group of mostly guys and a few girls that all hang out and party.”

“Party?”

“Party. Like group sex.”

“Group sex? Awesome! Where do I sign up?”

“Well, you can’t babe.”

“Why?”

“You Bayan Escort Gaziantep don’t meet one of the requirements.”

“What requirements?”

“Well, every guy has to be at least 10″+ babe.”

“WHAT???”

“It’s just sex and I need it every once in a while babe.”

“I know but holy shit! How does it work?”

“Usually I’ll go to our web site and sign up for a date and whoever can make it can make it.”

“What’s the ratio like?”

“I’ve only ever played alone.”

“What do you mean alone? I thought you said there were all these hung guys. I was getting worried.”

“Worried?”

“Yeah, I thought you were getting gangbanged by a bunch of huge guys or something.”

“Well, that’s kinda what it is. I meant I never played with another girl, silly. Usually there’s 8 to 10 guys.”

“10 guys???”

“Sometimes more. The most ever was 18.”

“YOU fucked 18 guys at the same time?”

“The same night.”

“Did they wear condoms at least?” She just giggled. “Was that a stupid question? What did you bring this up for anyway?”

“Well, baby, because you said I could tell you anything and I feel like I need this again.”

“I’m not enough for you?”

“It’s different.”

“Why? Because they’re so big?”

“Well, yes, to be perfectly honest. And that there are so many of them. I’ll understand if you say no, but it’s something I want to do so I hope you’ll say yes baby.”

“How many is it this time?”

“That’s your first question?”

“Well, it’s a legit question, isn’t it?”

“I never know til I’m there, babe. It could be 5 it could be 15 you never know. Why is there some magical cutoff?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a little shocking babe.”

“I know it is, but I want to be able to be honest with you and not go sneaking around behind your back. Besides, it’s kind of hard to hide what happened after they’re done with me.”

“Well, can I go with you?”

“No babe, you don’t meet the requirements. Ten and up ONLY. They’re very strict about that, and to be honest, I’m happy about that.”

“So I just sit here at home while who knows how many guys go raw up in you? Do you do anal?”

“Of course.”

“You won’t give me anal!”

“Well it’s a different situation.”

“How come I can’t come, even if I just watch?”

“You don’t want to see this. Trust me. And I don’t come home and kiss and tell either. I just take a hot bath and go to sleep for the day. I’m always exhausted after.”

“You’ve got me curious now.”

“I’ve let guys in on this, and trust me, you don’t want to actually know. You don’t want to actually want to see.”

“So why shouldn’t I break up with you right here, right now?”

“You could. I’ve broken up with a guy over this, but I hope you won’t. It’s just sex and I love you. It’s just something I need cuz I’m a little weird babe.”

“You just go out, come back, bathe, and sleep and it’s over?”

“Basically. Sometimes I’m a little sore, but yeah, I go out, come back, bathe, and crash out. Simple as that babe. So? Can I?”

“I guess, just be careful.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!!!” she kissed me all over my face.

“You’re welcome babe. We’ll see how this goes. Do I get a hall pass too?”

“What???”

“A hall pass. You know, if you’re getting trains run on you, do I get to have some fun?”

“It’s better if you don’t, like this never happened.”

“Ok … I guess. Let’s see how it goes. But I can tell you to stop at any time if I want, right?”

“Sure babe, whatever you say.”

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Gavin Screws Up Ch. 03

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Claudia had continued her willful misunderstanding of the situation between Ellie and Gavin. Ellie, frankly, was FED UP with it.

Claudia, her friend and boss, had always been able to see Ellie’s point of view in the past. That Claudia had started constantly questioning her judgment and nagging her about calling Gavin contributed considerably to Ellie’s loneliness.

The two of them had agreed though that it would be good for Ellie to have a couple of weeks off work during her university holidays. A break from work, time off classes and a little less contact with Claudia was exactly what Ellie needed at that moment. Their friendship was extremely important to both of them and they hugged as they parted on Saturday afternoon.

Ellie had another close friend in the city — Jake. He’d grown up in the commune with Ellie and like her, he had not really fit in… It’s hard growing up gay in the country. It was so wonderful to see him thriving in his new environment and her old friend had really hit his stride in the past couple of years. Being away from the confines of the gossiping, small-minded community had really helped him become his own man.

Jake was always great at cheering her up and giving her an alternative (and usually humorous) point of view – especially when it came to man trouble.

“So, girlfriend, you had sex with this guy and that was the start of the problem?”

That was the first thing Jake had said as he handed her a shot of Sambuca with a melodramatic look that gave her a further clue about the nature of the punch-line that was on its way.

“Well, in a way, I guess.” She giggled both at the over-simplification and the expression on his face. Everything always boiled down to sex for Jake and she knew he was about to make her laugh more.

He changed his expression to overly serious and shook his finger at her in a mock chastisement as he gave his oh-so-well-thought-out advice.

“Dr. Jake prescribes sex. What you need Ellie is to get all hot and bothered with a stranger. No. Wait… a whole bunch of strangers.”

Yep. Funny. She giggled again. What she’d needed was a good laugh and Jake’s company was absolutely perfect.

“I go to a sauna in the city all the time. It’s great. Good sex… especially group sex with strangers – is extremely diverting and good for what ails you.”

Goodness. He was starting to sound serious.

“Oh come on Jake, you know I’m not that kind of girl.”

“How do you know what kind of girl you are? You’ve hardly tried anything! Forget about this guy. Get across the street to that sex club and discover your inner sex goddess Ellie. You’re young and should be getting your groove on at every opportunity!”

Ellie had been sipping champagne while they were talking and despite the alcohol and the laughs, the barely dampened misery threatened to bite at her consciousness. She had to ask.

“Across the street? I’ve never seen a sex club across the street. You mean for straight people? How do you know that?”

“Go and look Ellie. Here my child. May the force be with you.” He handed her another shot of Sambuca.

She slammed it back, choked a little as it burned down her throat, and resolved to go and have some fun.

“Do you mind? I mean, we were supposed to go out?”

“Of course not! Do it. Do it now. Do it hard.”

She giggled again. “OK. Bye. I’ll call you.”

As Ellie stepped out the door of Jake’s apartment Escort Bayan Gaziantep she’d felt a massive surge of excitement in her chest. Then she felt it lower down too. Ooooh. She wondered what it would be like. Not too long to wonder though…. It was just across the street.

The club looked just like a pub at first glance. The downstairs area was mostly taken up by a bar which seemed to serve as a kind of reception counter, but with a spa on the right hand side of the room.

A few people were there and they mostly looked quite like anyone you might see walking around the city, which was encouraging for Ellie. She could hardly believe what she was about to do. She swallowed her anxiety and approached the bar. The bartender was a lovely older woman who explained everything and made it all seem so normal and comfortable.

There were some men dressed just in towels, but the women seemed to be in their underwear, so Ellie took her cue from them and emerged from the locker room in just her knickers with a towel wrapped around her to cover her breasts.

An attractive older couple approached. They appeared to be in their forties and looked very friendly and extremely at ease.

“Hi. I’m Liz and this is my husband Bob.”

“Ellie. Hi. I haven’t been here before and I’m feeling a bit shy and unsure how to behave. Why isn’t anyone in the spa yet?” She had blurted out nervously, without taking a breath.

“It can be a bit like a school disco, with everyone waiting for someone else to be first on the dance floor. Why don’t we break the ice and be the first in?” Liz smiled and winked broadly at Bob as she took Ellie’s hand and led her to the spa.

“Let’s show this beautiful young thing how to behave.” A thrill shot through Ellie’s body in response to the sex charged environment and the suggestive look that passed over Liz’s face as she’d spoken to her husband.

Liz dropped her knickers on the floor and she and Bob eased into the spa, ensuring that Ellie got a good look at their well-toned bodies on the way in. They were really very sexy people and Ellie could see Bob worshipped his wife. It was such a turn on.

Then Ellie could feel Bob’s eyes burning into her own breasts when she dropped the towel. Being admired so openly warmed her through and through. The warmth in her chest became fire between her legs.

Feeling very wet, and ready for anything, Ellie stepped into the spa with her knickers on. As Bob and Liz started kissing in the corner of the spa, each of them with an eye on Ellie, a few other people also entered the water.

Ellie checked out the others and made eye contact with a beautiful brunette woman sitting in the spa, not too far to her left. The woman was obviously checking Ellie out and Ellie reciprocated. The kind of open staring that’s uncomfortable in public was such an erotic experience here, where it was undoubtedly welcome and unhindered by social norms.

She seemed to be attached to the guy sitting between them and he watched their interaction with great interest.

God, what an erotic place, Ellie thought to herself. What fun we could have if Gavin was here. Well he’s not, is he? Just have some fun for goodness sake! As she remembered Jake’s advice, she immediately stepped across to the brunette, gestured behind her and said, “May I?”

Ellie didn’t wait for an answer, just slipped in behind the woman — it was easy to move her around in the water – and pulled her back against her incredibly aroused body. Ellie ran her right hand from the woman’s neck and slowly down her front, over her right breast and briefly rubbed her nipple with the flat of her palm on the way down, which elicited a small moan. She held her firmly with her left arm around the waist. The woman’s soft bottom pressed against Ellie’s clit and she couldn’t help but rub herself a little against it. The woman responded by pushing her butt back into Ellie and the physical sensation coupled with the woman’s eagerness charged through Ellie’s lower belly like lightning.

Proceeding further down, she noted the smooth, soft, perfect belly which she grabbed at lightly on the way. Then there was the thin strip of hair that led straight to her target.

She started with one finger lightly gliding over the hood of the woman’s clitoris. When Ellie got no complaint about that, she started to swirl that one finger around and around ever so lightly. As she felt the woman’s body respond she started using two fingers and increased the pressure.

Ellie had kissed and caressed a woman before and wasn’t at all surprised at how horny she was feeling. But she was proud of the reaction she elicited from this stranger and it urged her on, determined to bring her to orgasm.

With that single aim in mind, Ellie had focused all of her attention on the woman’s clitoris. Rubbing her fingers around and around and then alternately pushing her fingers further down, partly into her opening. Every time Ellie did that the woman moaned and pushed against her hand, so Ellie responded by holding her more tightly with her left arm while increasing the pressure with her right hand.

The woman started to lean the top half of her body forward as she lurched towards climax and Ellie was clutching her very tightly and rubbing herself against the woman’s ass at that point. A man came rushing across out of nowhere and started fucking the woman the moment that Ellie felt her body start its orgasmic shudder.

Ellie gently held her while she continued to come around his cock.

It was very confronting to have seen the speed at which that guy had jumped on the gorgeous stranger and Ellie wondered as she let go of her if she’d done the wrong thing by holding her.

Then the woman turned and thanked her.

“Wow. That was amazing. Wow.”

“Trust me, it was my pleasure, you’re so gorgeous and feeling you come against me like that was beautiful.”

The brunette surprised Ellie with the sweetest, lightest, kiss. Oh my. Her mouth was so soft. Hmmm.

The next thing that Ellie knew, Liz was taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs.

“I see you worked out how to behave.”

“Ummm, yeah, thanks for the demonstration.” Ellie answered bashfully.

“We have another demo for you. Will you take those knickers off? They’re wet, and not in a good way.”

“I’m a bit worried that someone will jump on me, like that guy in the spa.”

“No one will jump on you love. It’s against the rules. That girl you were having so much fun with, came in with that guy, remember? And besides, we’ll have a close eye on you.” The twinkle in Bob’s eye while he said it somehow didn’t diminish Ellie’s trust in him at all. She removed her knickers, they were uncomfortable.

“I’d like to just watch you for now if you don’t mind?”

“Oh honey, you can do whatever pleases you. Any special requests?”

Ellie had never been offered a customized live sex show before and wasn’t really sure how to respond. “I think I’d really just like to see you doing stuff that… gets Liz off.”

“Oh honey, he always gets me off. And trust me after that show you just gave us it’ll take no time at all.” And with that, Liz threw her arms around Bob’s neck and pulled him onto the mattress on top of her.

“God babe, you’re so wet already, I’m going to pound you into next week.”

With that Bob got to work on Liz. He slid into her and held himself firmly inside while he turned to speak to Ellie.

“Touch yourself for us love. I want to see you getting yourself off over there, as you won’t let us do it for you.”

Ellie did as she was told and as she mirrored Bob’s thrusts on her own body, she was thrilled to see Liz was watching her do it. When Liz shrieked with her first orgasm, Ellie lurched forward, putting all her weight on her left hand, and at that moment Gavin approached her from behind and asked if he could fuck her.

“Please. Yes please.” She gasped.

Bob had stopped moving momentarily but when he heard Ellie consent he went back to giving Liz what she wanted. “Good girl,” he’d said.

Then Bob moved Liz onto her hands and knees so that they were both directly facing Ellie. Fuck, thought Ellie. Being fucked like this while watching them watching us is such a turn on. She moaned loudly and realized that Gavin was close to orgasm too.

Hang on. What’s Gavin doing here? Oh shit. Ellie turned her head.

“You’re not Gavin.”

“No, no, I’m not. Never said I was. Please don’t make me stop baby you feel so good.”

She hesitated so he started thrusting again and circling his fingers around her clit. Her ability to speak actual words was immediately taken from her as her body shuddered and waves of pleasure gripped around where the stranger’s cock was stroking her inside.

He moaned quietly as he came and quickly withdrew. She was pleased to see he was wearing a condom. Thank god.

“I’m John. Pleased to meet you. Are you OK? Sorry if you thought I was someone else.” He smiled at her kindly and with a little embarrassment as he said it.

“I’m OK.” Yes. She was pleased to meet him. He was quite good looking. He had brown curly hair, a toned body and a lovely warm smile.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Ellie.” She resisted the urge to reach out to shake his hand. Again, she was unsure of how to behave.

“Look Ellie, you’re such a sexy woman, I’d love to see you again. Can I have your number?”

“Ummm. Yes OK.” She wasn’t yet sure if she wanted to see him again or not, but after the sexual frustration of the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t immediately dismiss out of hand a man that brought her to orgasm so readily.

On her way out of the club Ellie felt extremely proud of herself. She’d pushed her limits and now had a potential fuck buddy that could help her forget about Gavin.

Liz approached and pushed a business card into her hand.

“See you later love,” said Bob.

“Bye guys, it was lovely to meet you both.”

As they walked off in the other direction Ellie took a quick look at the business card. Oh god. It just had their first names, phone number and the title where the business name would usually go just said “We like to play.” Ha! On the back a short message was scribbled. “You were the highlight of our week, Ellie. Please call us.”

Boy, oh, boy, she could hardly wait to tell Jake about all of this! She knew that she’d really done him proud tonight.

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Carla Yearns to Learn Ch. 02

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Masturbate

I hadn’t used my remote on the plane; I had been exhausted from Jack and my play the night before that I slept almost the entire flight. This meant I would be energized when I got off the plane.

Before I knew it the plane was touching down. It wouldn’t be long and I would be seeing my Daddy for the first time in 14 long months. Stepping into the terminal I saw him standing there. He looked wonderful, better in fact than when I left. He had trimmed down and his 43 year-old frame was well muscled. He was sexier than I remember. I watched as he searched the passengers for me. He started to look concerned, but then he spied me. His eyes widened and I struck a little pose for him.

“Carla?”

I ran into his arms. I had missed him so much.

“Daddy, I missed you so much. I have so much to tell you.”

“Carla, you look…beautiful.”

“So do you Daddy, what do you have a girlfriend.”

He laughed and assured me there was no one. It had just been time to get healthy.

On the ride home, I had several opportunities to use the remote. I enjoyed the sensations it sent coursing through my body, but new I had to stop. But then Dad stopped for gas and I had some time alone. Turning on the vibrator I turned it to its highest setting and was just starting to cum when I saw his hand on the door handle. I was to far gone at that point and couldn’t stop. As she slid into the driver’s seat, I moaned and came in a gush.

“Carla, what are you doing?”

Looking over at him I smiled a shy smile. “I’m sorry Daddy, but it’s these underpants?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well they were a present and I didn’t want to hurt their feeling so I wore them home and I just wanted to see what they would do and this was a perfect time while you were out of the car.”

“What they do, what are you talking about.”

Pulling up my skirt, I showed him the panties and then the remote. He looked from my cum soaked panties to my hand and then to my face.

Pulling to a dark corner of the parking lot, he yanked the remote from my hand.

“I can’t believe you Carla you’re masturbating in the car?”

“I’m sorry Daddy. Sometimes the mood strikes at odd moments.”

“Tell Antep Escort Bayan me about it.”

Looking at the remote, he turned the button to the on position and watched as my eyes fluttered shut.

“I have to admit I’ve never seen anything like these.” Turning the knob to high, I began to shutter, my last orgasm having not been that long ago.

“Oh Daddy it feels so good. Mmmm”

Before I knew it the remote was turned off and the car was in motion. A stern look had come over my father face. He looked excited and pissed all at the same time.

But I had started this game and I was going to finish it. I would have my father.

We hadn’t spoken again about the underwear, but I knew he wondered every time he saw me after that night if I was wearing them. Three weeks had gone by and I was tired of masturbating. I was used to getting sex every couple of days. The day had come.

It was Friday night and we were home alone. If my father’s old routine continued, every Friday night he would wait until the house was quiet and then he would go to his room turn on his porno of choice for the week and masturbate. He didn’t know I had watched him.

Earlier today I had replaced his video with the one Jack had made me. I set up the scene including the video camera. The remote to turn it on would be handy so I could make the promised tape for Jack and Carrie. Tonight was the night!

Dad’s room was as the opposite end of the hall. So after hearing him come upstairs, I snuck down the hall. One of two things would happen. He would either turn the TV off in disgust or he would watch me fuck Jack and calling out for my Daddy to fuck me. To my joy it was what I hoped for.

He watched Jack and I fuck his giving me the gift of the panties and then I heard him moan as Jack and I started our roll play. Opening his door I watched as his hand slid slowly over his cock as he watched. I slipped inside his room and shut the door. He still didn’t know I was there.

“Daddy”

He looked up in surprise to see me standing in front of him naked. My hand between my legs, rubbing my clit.

“Daddy, something is wrong.”

He sat up and looked at me checking for an injury.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” He said as he jumped from the bed. Clearly ignoring the fact that we were both naked and I had just caught him watching me fucking.

“Daddy, my pussy is all wet here feel.” I said shyly as I took his hand and placed it between my thighs. Then squeezing my legs together.

“Carla, stop this wrong.”

“We’re two consenting adults, doing what we’ve both wanted to do for years. If you can look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t wish that was you I was riding in the video then I’ll leave and we’ll never speak of this again.”

“I can’t.”

Just then on the TV, I began screaming for me Daddy to fuck me harder, to fuck my cunt.

I knew I had him. There was time for everything else, but at this moment I need to have him inside me. I knew once he fucked me the first time there would no turning back. I would make the video on our next round. But right now, I had got him.

Pushing his back on the bed, I bend over him and took his cock in my mouth. He wasn’t huge, but it was nice. A good 7 inches long, but it was thick. Much thicker than Jacks. And I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. I sucked his cock for several minutes, but I started feeling his reluctance again. I was allowing him too much time to think.

Climbing on the bed, I didn’t wait. I took his cock and positioned it at my opening. Looking him in the eyes, I smiled.

“There’s no turning back. Once I slide down on this massive meat, we can’t turn back all we can do is go with it.”

He started to move, but I let my body drop, his cock hit its mark and was buried deep inside of me. I moaned my delight and to my delight he moaned too.

“You wanted me didn’t you Daddy?” His answer was quiet and filled with emotion.

“Yes. Yes I wanted you. I wanted to know what this would be like.”

“It feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it feels very good.”

“Daddy, your cock is so fat; it feels good pumping into my pussy.”

He didn’t speak, and I looked down at him. He was watching me, I wasn’t sure of the expression I had never seen it before.

“Carla you are so beautiful, why me?”

“Because I’m you’re special little girl and I love you best Daddy.”

“I have dreamed of this moment and what I would say to you.”

“Tell me Daddy. Tell me now.”

“I can’t think of it now. All I know is how much Daddy loves being in your pussy and how much he wants to fuck you.”

“Oh Daddy, you don’t know how happy that makes me. Oh Daddy he comes a good part on the video. Watch it Daddy.”

He turned just as Jack slid his cock into my ass for the first time. Hearing me yell out that I loved having Daddy’s cock in my ass, had been more than I think he could take.

Rolling me over on my back, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and started to pump.

“You want Daddy to fuck you hard?”

“Yes Daddy fuck me, slam your fat cock in and out of my pussy.”

I smiled when I saw his eyes widened when he watch me cum on the video squirting my juice out of me.

“That it so fucking hot.” He said as he slammed in and out of me.

“I have dreamed of this moment. The moment I would fuck my little girl the first time. I had hoped I would be the one to take your cherry, but I’m getting you now.”

“Oh yes Daddy you are. You’re making me yours. I’m your lover now Daddy.”

The tape had ended and started to rewind so the only sounds that filled the room were our joint moans. I was meeting him thrust for thrust. I was about to cum and told him so.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum all over your big cock.”

“Oh sweetheart, Daddy’s going to cum too. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Do it daddy, shoot your big load inside my pussy. Fill me up!”

“I can’t. I can’t get you pregnant.”

“Daddy, I’m on the pill. I have been. I want to feel your hot Daddy cum inside of me. Fuck me harder and shoot your load inside of me.”

Within two thrusts I felt his body stiffen and he filled me. Our joint juices began running from my body.

We lay on the bed panting to get our breath. I had done it. I knew there was no turning back for him. Reaching between my legs I smeared our combined juice over my pubic area and then brought up to sopping fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

“Carla, you’re a cum slut.”

“Yes Daddy I am and when you watch that video from beginning to end you’ll know just how much. We’re going to have lots of fun. You wait and see.

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I shift the weight of my backpack on my shoulder as I walk out of my history classroom, glancing at the priest sitting behind the desk. I want to stay and speak with him, but the other girls would notice. So, I continue, leaving the room and turning left toward the gymnasium. I pull open the door of the change room and head toward my locker. Pulling off my blouse, I glance around at the other girls. Emma is undressing as well and I can see her nipples through her lace bra. She catches my eye, and I look away, my cheeks flushing. I feel a throbbing between my legs. I don’t understand what is happening. Quickly, I tug my gym shirt over my head and proceed to change into my shorts.

Bare skin flashes to my right. Mandy is bending over her bag, rummaging through it. Her thong exposes her butt, round and soft. I want to lick it. I glance down and tie my shoes, sneaking a peak every few moments.

I stand and head toward the gym. The throbbing between my legs is intense. Too much. I stop in the bathroom and lock myself in a stall. Reaching under the band of my shorts, I begin stroking myself. I discovered my pleasure button, as I like to call it, by accident. I had been in the shower, washing myself and as I touched there it brought such intense feelings.

I can hear the other girls walking past the stalls and this makes the pleasure more intense. I imagine them watching me touch myself. As I circle my button my breathing comes in short gasps, and I try to be quiet. At last I feel the explosion. It feels so good, but I wonder if it is right. The priests and nuns are always telling us to be pure and refrain from unwholesome thoughts. I have been attending St. Katherine’s Academy, for girls, since the ninth grade. I am now 18 and ready to graduate in three months. I have so many questions about the world. And about myself. What are these strange urges? Are they normal? Are they dirty? As I leave the toilet stall and head for the gym, I make a promise to myself to find out.

After lunch, the entire school heads for the church. It is time for out weekly confession. I sit in the fifth pew. During mass, I am nervously wringing my hands. I see Father Matthew sitting in the first pew listening intently to Father Patrick’s sermon. I have always enjoyed listening to Father Matthew in class. He has a soft voice and kind eyes and never makes me feel stupid for not having an answer. When it is time for confession, I watch Father Matthew enter his confessional on the left side of the church. After a while of anxious waiting, I stand and make my way to his confessional. As I sit in the chair, awaiting my turn, I can feel my heart pounding. What will he think of me and my sins today?

A short blond girl from the tenth grade exits the confessional and it is my turn. I stand, straighten my skirt, and enter the dark booth. I close the door behind me and sit, waiting for Father Matthew to open the sliding partition.

When he does, I say quietly, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.”

I can see him faintly through the screen as he nods. “Tell me your sins, my child.”

I take a deep breath. “I’ve been having strange urges, Father. I don’t understand them.”

He nods again. “Tell me about these urges.”

Closing my eyes and recalling the stirrings between my legs, I continue, “Well, they begin when I think about the other girls. Especially in gym class. I see them without their clothes on and I feel a throbbing between my legs. It feels good, but I don’t understand it.”

He temples his fingers under his chin, then says, “Continue.”

Clearing my throat, I say, “It feels wonderful to touch myself there. Is this normal? Is it a sin?”

I hear a soft chuckle and I am mortified. “No,” he says softly. “But, I would like to talk to you about this more, outside the confessional. Will you meet my in my office this Antep Bayan Escort evening after supper?”

I nod and agree I will. He makes the sign of the cross and I leave the booth.

Supper is a blur of voices and sidelong glances at the other girls’ chests. I can’t stop myself. I imagine their pink nipples and wishing I could kiss and suck them. I can hardly eat my meal and leave as soon as excused by Sister Agatha.

Leaving the dining hall, I walk as slowly as possible, in my excitement, toward Father Matthew’s office on the third floor. As I arrive, I can feel my heart in my throat. Lifting my hand, I knock. There is shuffling of papers, then, “Come in.”

I open the door, then close it behind me. Father Matthew looks up and smiles. “Sit down,” he says, motioning to the soft leather chair in front of the desk.

I sit and cross my ankles.

“So, Angela, there are things you would like to talk about.”

I nod, “Yes, Father. I don’t understand these urges. They’re so powerful and it’s all I can do to stop myself from thinking about it all the time.”

“Yes, they are powerful, and they are natural. They are a gift from God. I would be happy to teach you about them, if you would like.”

I smile and nod. “That would be wonderful, Father.”

Father Matthew stands and walks to his door. He turns the lock, then moves toward a plush couch, motioning for me to join him.

“You said you feel throbbing between your legs when you look at another girl?” he asks as I sit next to him.

“Yes,” I say, lowering my eyes.

“Do you feel this right now?” he asks.

I nod and look down at my lap. My hands are wringing the material of my skirt.

“Can you show me?” he asks.

Shyly, I lift my skirt and touch my pleasure button lightly.

“And what do you do when you feel the throbbing?”

I begin to circle my button slowly, glancing up into his face.

He smiles softly, saying, “Yes, that is wonderful. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nod and continue touching myself. I don’t feel self-conscious next to him. His eyes are gentle. He reaches forward and pulls at the waist band of my panties.

“May I?” he asks, and I nod. He pulls my panties off and spreads my knees open. Reaching forward, he places a soft finger on my button.

“This is your clitoris, or clit. It was given to you by God to feel pleasure.” He circles his finger lightly. “What happens when you touch yourself here?” he asks, continuing to touch me.

“I feel an explosion,” I say, beginning to rock my hips to the motion of his finger.

“Ah, yes. This is the orgasm of pleasure that will bring you closer to God and to Jesus. It is a powerful feeling. And there are many ways to achieve it.” He leans forward and gently pushes me back on the couch.

Taking my hand, he guides my fingers to my clit and helps me to circle it. Then he slides my finger downward. I feel a hot pool of wetness that I have never explored before.

“This is your very own Holy water,” he explains. “It allows you to give yourself greater pleasure. There is an opening here from where the water comes.” He slips his finger into my wetness and searches for the opening. Then he slides it up toward my clit again, circling and circling. I am breathing heavily and pressing my hips into his hand. Again he slips his finger to my opening. “The more I touch you, the closer you will be to God. When you feel the explosion, you are letting Jesus into your heart.”

Ever so gently, he presses his finger into my opening. I can feel the fullness and I am in heaven. He slides his finger in deeply, then out. Then in. He is circling my clit with his other hand. I can feel the explosion coming. He is slipping his finger in and out, in and out. “Come,” he says softly. “Come to Jesus! Come!” The explosion rocks me and my entire body shakes with pleasure. Father Matthew pulls his finger out and puts it in his mouth, licking it clean.

“That was spectacular, Angela,” he says. “You must practice this and we will meet again next week.”

I am a wreck the entire week. I can’t concentrate on my studies. Every chance I get, I go to the washroom, lock myself in a stall, and touch myself until I orgasm.

Finally it is Thursday again. I go to Father Matthew’s office and knock. I hear his answer and open the door, being sure to lock it behind me. Father Matthew is already sitting on the couch, smiling as I near him. Without a word, I pull my panties off and open my blouse to reveal my breasts. Father Matthew guides me onto my back and opens my legs. He smiles as I reach forward to touch myself.

“No, allow me,” he says, stopping my hands. “I want you to experience God through me.”

I drop my hands to my sides. Now I close my eyes as I feel him begin to touch my clit. His fingers are soft and warm. He dips a finger into my hole and collects my moisture. He brings it up to my clit and begins circling and probing. I moan softly. Suddenly I feel a hot wetness over my clit. I open my eyes and look down. Father Matthew is sucking and kissing, running his tongue through my folds. His finger is inside me, pulling in and out in a slow sensual rhythm. I am nearly to explosion. Then he removes his finger and slides his tongue to my opening. His tongue is inside me, hot and wet. He is touching my clit and I am writhing on the sofa.

“Oh, Father. Father, make me come.”

He pulls his tongue out and slides a finger inside. He begins sucking my clit again. His finger is buried deep inside me, pulling in and out. As I near orgasm, he quickens his pace.

“Come, my child!” My hips are rocking and I am squeezing my breasts.

“Father! Oh…ahhh… Father! Father!”

I come.

Father Matthew is still between my legs. He is licking my wetness from my folds and legs. He touches his tongue gently to my clit and I shake again.

As he sits back, I can see something strange. There is a large bulge in his pants. I sit up and reach forward, touching it.

“What is this, Father?”

Looking down, he says, “This is my pleasure center from God. Would you like me to show you?”

I nod and he stands. Undoing his belt, he lowers his pants and underwear. There before me is something I’d never imagined, something beautiful. Long and hard.

“This is my penis. When I am not aroused, it normally hangs softly. But right now I am excited and longing so it grows.”

Looking at it intently, I ask, “How do you pleasure yourself?”

In response, he reaches down and takes his penis in his hand and begins to stroke it. Up and down. The tip is purple and looks soft. He nods as I reach my hand forward. I touch his penis. The skin is soft, and there are veins running along its length. I trace one with my finger and Father Matthew shudders. I have the urge to lick it. Leaning forward, I take the tip of his penis in my mouth and run my tongue over its opening. Taking more in, I begin to suck on it like a popsicle. Father Matthew is panting.

“That’s it, my child. Suck my cock. Bring me to Jesus.”

I stroke the length of his penis as my mouth moves up and down. I can feel his muscles tighten and he begins to shake.

“I am coming,” he grunts. “Open your mouth wide and take my holy water.”

I do as he asks, still stroking his cock. Suddenly there is a hot white liquid shooting into my mouth. I take it in and swallow, wanting more. He grunts again and another spurt splashes across my tongue. I take his cock in my mouth and suck softly, licking every drop clean.

“Thank you, my child,” he says, taking my face in his hands. “That was wonderful.”

I make my way back to the dormitory. As I walk down the hallway to my room, I think of Father Matthew. Opening my door, I go inside. I remove my clothes and crawl into bed naked. It is nearly ten o’clock, and time for lights-out. My mind is swirling and my clit is throbbing again.

But, I hear a knock on my door. Pulling the sheets tightly around me, I call for them to come in. Rebecca pokes her head in and asks to borrow my curling iron for the morning. I say sure and point to my desk. She comes in and grabs it.

“Thanks,” she says and leaves.

My thoughts return to Father Matthew and my hand slips between my legs.

* * * * *

It is Sunday night and I am nearly asleep. Suddenly I hear my door swish softly open. I part my eyelids slightly and see Father Matthew enter the room and close the door. He walks to my bed and gently sits on the edge. I pretend to be asleep, waiting to see what he is going to do.

He slowly slips his hand under the sheets and across my hips. He sneaks his fingers under my panties and begins to touch me.

I pretend to wake and look up at him, smiling softly. “Hello, Father.” I spread my legs wider and Father Matthew circles my clit. He pushes back the covers and I pull off my nightgown. I can see the bulge in his pants and I reach forward to undo his belt. He stands and removes his robes, naked before me.

“Father,” I say quietly as he sits again on my bed. “I have been thinking.” I take his penis in my hand and begin to stroke. He is hard and I can feel him hot under my fingers.

“Your penis is long and hard, and my hole is wet and deep. Do they belong together? I mean, does your penis fit inside me? Is that what they are meant for?”

His eyes widen and he smiles. “Yes.”

I stroke harder. “Will you come to Jesus if you slide your cock in and out of me?”

He nods, “Yes I will.”

He presses his finger hard on my clit.

I ask, “Do you want to?”

He leans forward and kisses me deep on the lips. “Yes, I would like to very much.”

He climbs on the bed and leans over me. He begins kissing me all over my neck and breasts, slowly working his way between my legs. Then he is sucking my clit and slipping a finger into my opening. I can feel his tongue flicking against my clit and his finger sliding in and out. I fondle my breasts and rock my hips toward him. His tongue moves faster and I am nearing orgasm. Then he stops and kneels. His cock is hard and throbbing. He strokes it several times and looks down at me. I spread my legs wide and he leans forward with his cock in his hand. He presses the tip to my clit and circles it around. My orgasm is close as he dips the tip into my moisture, then runs it along my folds back to my clit. I can feel his hardness and longing.

“Please, Father, put your cock inside me. Slide it in, please, Father.” I am moaning softly.

He puts his cock at my opening and slowly begins to push it inside.

“This will hurt just a little,” he says.

He pushes it in a little deep and I can feel myself stretching painfully. He must see the pain on my face, so he stops and begins touching my clit again. As I near orgasm again, he slides his cock in a little further. Little by little, he enters me. I can feel myself stretching, but the pleasure is greater. Finally, he is inside me fully. As he begins to thrust gently, I rock my hips forward. He pulls his cock in and out, the rhythm becoming faster. He is circling my clit with his fingers and I am nearly there.

“Father, Father…..aaahhhhh…Oh, Father, make me come! Jesus! Jesus!”

Father Matthew is grunting with each thrust. He is looking at me so tenderly.

Suddenly I am there. “Oh Father! I’m coming!” I shake violently with pleasure. He is thrusting his cock quickly now. And then he is coming. He pulls his cock out and his hot holy water spurts across my clit. He strokes his cock with his hand and rubs the tip into my clit, sending me into another orgasm. Then we are lying together, cuddling under the warm blankets.

He kisses me softly on the neck and says, “Thank you, my child.”

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Filius Ch. 04

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[Author’s Note: As usual, I would like to thank my editors: Bigg Mike, Captain Krunch, Rex and Latina. Without them, this chapter would have been just stuck in my mind. So give them a round of applause.

Next, to those who comment on the chapters, suggest things, and even send me messages on my email, thank you. I appreciate all of that. You guys are one of the major reasons why I continue this story.

Anyway, always remember, this is all just fiction.]

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Chapter IV: Epulo

(Ahhmm … fuck. Ahhh … you are so good, Marcus.)

As my Mom’s panting and dirty talk continued, I contemplated whether I should just bust into her room. But the fear of seeing her naked and in the arms of Marcus held me back. I still didn’t want to believe she’d had the audacity to cheat on my father. To make it worse, she did it with my classmate: a guy the same age as her own son.

I know he’s your lifesaver and everything, but why, Mom? Why?

Just then I heard the front door open, followed by footsteps.

“Honey, I’m home.”

It’s Dad. The situation was clearly heading from bad to worse. If he sees Mom with Marcus, there will be a riot.

I got up off of my bed and started pacing in circles around my room, trying to think of a way to avert the situation. Nothing came to my mind. I froze at the the creaking sound of my mother’s bedroom door as it was opened.

“Jesus, Eva!” I heard my father exclaim. It was too late.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Ummm….”

“Why are you naked?”

“Well….”

“And what’s with the apple?”

Apple?”

“Well, Greg. If you must know, I was masturbating.”

“I can see that. But doing it with an apple? Jesus.”

“Well, if you were fucking me from time to time, I wouldn’t have needed to resort to this.”

“Are we having this argument again? I’m tired, Eva.”

“Tired from what? Drinking?”

“Yes, drinking. So that at least for a moment, I could forget all of our problems and all of your whining—”

That seemed to be the last straw. The next thing I knew, I was listening to a scuffle.

“Get your hands off me!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Mom kept shouting, and Dad kept apologizing. And then I heard things being thrown.

“Ouch! Hey that was an apple!”

“Do you want something bigger? How about this lamp shade then?”

“No! Please, I’m sorry.”

“Get the fuck out!”

“Where am I going to sleep?”

“Sleep on the couch!”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” I muttered.

The door was slammed hard, after which Dad Mombled something I couldn’t understand, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. Meanwhile, sniffles and sobs emanated from within the room.

Lost amongst all of the confusion was any mention of the name my mother had mentioned while busy pleasuring herself. It was the same name of a person, who until some moments ago, I had convinced myself to see in a new light. While he hadn’t directly caused any of these incidents, the sterling image of him grew tarnished and I found myself once again detesting him.

I crawled back into bed. “Marcus….” I whispered dejectedly. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

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A growling pain in the vicinity of my stomach awakened me. As lay clutching my abdomen a warm sensation tingled within my rectum, followed by tepid air erupting out of my anus, accompanied by a strong and intense sound.

“Prrrttrrrtt…. Damn Mexican food!” I cursed under my breath after accidentally inhaling some of the foul-smelling gas. Now I had one more good reason to hate Crabbe, the horny sex-freak who’d delivered the food last night.

After stretching my arms and yawning, I looked at the clock on my phone: 7 am, time for me to eat breakfast and prepare for school. I stood up and walked out of my room…

The familiar smell of crisp bacon and fried eggs greeted my nostrils. It was refreshing compared to the revolting odor I had inhaled a few seconds ago. As I approached the kitchen, I saw that Mom was indeed cooking Dad’s favorite breakfast. But Dad was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Work,” she replied laconically, giving out no further details.

Must be regretting their fight last night, and wanted to make amends by cooking breakfast for him. But of course, he left early for work, I reasoned to myself. I watched her dish up the bacon and eggs from the skillet, and then signal me to come into the kitchen. “Here’s your breakfast, honey.”

I sat on a chair at the table as she handed me the plate. Just as I was about to dig in, my stomach grumbled again. It made me clench my tummy.

“Uhhh…”

“What’s the matter, honey?” she said worryingly.

I gazed at her, mutely trying to send her signals that I was in distress and in no condition to answer. She just looked at me, uncomprehending, so I muttered, “Coño Caliente.”

“What?”

She didn’t say anything more, but instead went straight to the Escort Bayan Gaziantep bathroom. When she returned, I noticed she had a small cylindrical container in her hand. She popped the lid open, and took a white tablet.

“Take this. It will make you feel better.”

Probably an antacid. I took her advice, swallowed it and then reached for a glass of water from the table.

“Better just stay at home today, honey.” She smiled. After that, she walked back again towards the bathroom.

Yeah… I guess.

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(Det…det…det…det…det…det…de…ding…)

(Hello!)

(Whelpie Goldburg?)

(Yeah?)

(This is your 8 am wakie call from Hal!—)

I lay on the couch, watching some morning tv show called ‘Wakie from Hal’, having decided not to go to school today after all. I wasn’t really feeling well, and Mom had insisted. She had left about fifteen minutes ago, wearing a pink-and-black-striped tracksuit. When I had asked her where she was going, she’d answered, “I’m just going for a run in the park. I haven’t done so lately.”

“Why aren’t you going to the diner?” Why aren’t you going to work like you usually do around this time?

She’d frowned and averted her eyes. “Your father doesn’t want me to go to work at the diner anymore.” She looked quite sad as she left, and I felt I could understand why.

She’d told me that she really loved the work and had already made lots of friends there. But then again I could understand why Dad forbade her. Ever since Mom’s ‘incident’, he had been cautious, to the point of being overprotective, and this most likely irked her. I imagined they had argued heavily about his decision.

(Hi! I’m John Knockup. Welcome to WhackAss!”)

(Teng…di…dong…di…dong…teng…di…di…di…dong…di…)

I was getting bored. I thought of going out, but ultimately decided not to; I couldn’t think of any place to go to. Besides, I was still reeling in from the effects of my upset stomach. Instead, I just took a nap.

———–

“Honey, are you awake?”

“Wha—What?” I was suddenly awakened by my mother’s voice from the kitchen. I struggled as I tried to sit up, and felt dizzy. I took a few moments to get my bearings and then turned to face her.

“Can you pass me a beer, please?” Her request seemed highly unusual, as she was just a few steps away from the fridge. Also, the way she looked at me while leaning on the counter, her tongue curled toward her upper lip, seemed strange. I ignored the nagging thoughts in my head and settled on helping her out … perhaps she was just very tired from jogging.

“Here you go mu—Mom!” I dropped the beer: Mom was standing with her track pants and panties down to her ankles, while a naked, heavily-muscled black man sporting a thick and erect penis, had his face directly beneath her pussy. He lounged on the floor, with his back leaning against the counter.

“Careful with that beer, dog!” I watched Marcus jam two of his fingers into my mother’s opening, and drill them back and forth inside of her. He paused long enough to grab the beer can as it rolled across the floor toward him. After opening it, he started chugging down its contents.

“Come on darling, my pussy’s waiting.”

“Ooommppp … oommppp … let me finish this first, bitch.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Ooommppp … ooommmppp … ahhhh…. Hits the spot!”

I was stunned. I froze.

“Now, where was I?” Marcus tossed the beer can across the kitchen.

“I think you were on the part where you’re eating my pussy?”

“Oh, yeah … yeah … let me eat that fucker up.” He started gobbling on her cunt like it was some kind of pie. His long tongue pierced in and out, while his mouth nipped at the fleshy folds. At the same time, he probed her ass with a finger, wiggling it around inside.

“Ahh … god. You’re so fucking good, baby!”

“Schlurrp … glummp … nomnomm … nomnomm … schlurpp….”

“Oww … Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!” Based on her expression and the sounds she was making, she was loving every second.

“Nomnom … schlurppp … glummpp—”

“Owww … fuck! Owww … fuck!”

Suddenly, Marcus halted.

“Wait—why did you stop?”

“I want another beer.”

“Oh,” she muttered, clearly upset. She eyed me, and pointed to the fridge.

“Can you get this stud some more beer, honey?”

“What?” I was startled out of my frozen reverie by her second casual request.

“Are you fucking deaf? Get me some beer, fool!” Marcus barked at me. His angry tone and fiery stare made me nervous. I took a step back.

“Honey, just get him some beer,” Mom chimed in.

“Get me my beer, Boner Kid!” he taunted me with my annoying moniker.

Things were getting ugly. My mother seemed curious, and asked, with a raised eyebrow, “Boner Kid?”

“Yeah, the little fucker always gets a boner. Just look.” Marcus pointed to the tiny bulge in my pants.

I hadn’t even sensed my erection until he’d specifically called attention to it. Even weirder, my penis seemed miniscule when I moved it against the fabric. I decided to check it out, and dropped my pants down to my knees. What I saw freaked me out. My cock — if you could still call it that – looked to be about the size of an eyeball. My pubic hair also didn’t help, as it shrouded my dick making it even harder to see.

“Oh my! Is that really a cock? I can’t even see it.”

“Hahahahaha…”

“It seems your pee-wee hasn’t even grown since the last time I saw it.”

My Mom then used her two fingers as if measuring with a very short ruler about two inches long, signifying the length of my dick. It made Marcus laugh so hard, he almost burst into tears.

“Peewee! Hahahahha….”

I was embarrassed. I couldn’t believe my own Mom would tease me like that.

“Enough! Now go get me my beer, faggot!”

Oh, it was enough alright. I decided I couldn’t take any more of it, so I defiantly answered him.

“No.”

“What did you say, fool?”

“No, I won’t.” I reiterated.

“I’m giving you one more chance. Go get me my BEER! Or else!”

“Or else what?” I rebutted, not afraid of his threat.

“Or else, I’ll lay the fuck out of you, Whack Ass style!”

“Whack Ass style?” Things were getting weirder and weirder by the second.

“That’s it, fool!”

‘Wham!!’ ‘Whush!’ A solid right punch hit me square on the nose, followed by a swift hook to the chin, and I fell to the ground.

“I’m sure that hit the spot!”

“Sorry about that darling, he’s kind of stupid sometimes.”

“Yeah, just like his father.”

“THUD!”

“THUD!!”

He kicked me several times in my abdomen; blood spewed from my nose. All this time, my mother just watched. She hadn’t even tried to stop the thrashing of her son.

“Bluurrggh … cough.”

“I told you honey, you should have just given him his beer.”

“THUD!”

“Pheww!” A kick in the face made me spit out one of my teeth. “Cough … cough … Arrgggh….” My right eye was now swollen shut. My breathing was also getting labored. Despite blurry vision, I saw Mom smiling devilishly at me. It was insane. She even seemed to be aroused by it, as she now began to play with her tits, and touch her own pussy.

“God, I’m getting horny, baby. Kiss me while you’re beating him?”

“Sure thing, girl.”

“Mmmm … mmm….”

“Mmmm … mmm….”

The last thing I witnessed before completely losing consciousness was my Mom French-kissing with Marcus, while giving his dick a hand job. While they shagged each other, they each grabbed the handle of a giant frying pan hanging from the beam in the ceiling, and proceeded to hit me on the head with it.

“WHACK!”

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“Arrrggghh …” I groaned. My head throbbed as if it had been hit by a hammer. I massaged it, and opened my eyes. A ballerina figurine lay on its side, on the floor near the couch … it must have dropped on me while I was asleep.

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“Shit,” I muttered, and turned off the tv.

——–

“hey boyfie how cum u werent @ skul today?” Amanda texted me.

“im sick girlfie. lolz”

“=( aw are you alright?”

“im fine now jst rstng”

“=) want me to cum visit?”

“nah im okay”

It had been a long time since a girl had been worried about me. Other than my Mom, of course. It was a great feeling.

“ill def b ther aftR this class. ^_^” she replied.

“Oh no!” I uttered. It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to come and visit me, but I just felt awkward about it. ‘I had diarrhea’, wasn’t exactly an ideal thing to say to say to people, let alone your girlfriend.

I heard a knock on the front door.

“James honey, are you there? “

“I’m coming, Mom!” I shouted. I opened the door to see saw her smiling widely, flashing her pearly white teeth.

“Hi honey.” She was beaming with joy as she passed through and headed into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass of water, and thirstily drank it. After gulping down the last mouthful, she placed the empty glass on the table, then she eyed me and smirked.

“What’s happening? You seem very happy.”

She didn’t answer but instead countered with a question of her own. “How come you haven’t told me that you were classmates with Marcus?”

“What?” I felt nervous.

“Marcus told me.”

“Marcus told you?” I repeated her words.

“Why, is there a problem?” She looked at me, confused.

Sounds of her lusting and spouting profanities filled my head, as I stared at her.

“God … that feels good, baby. There. Right there…”

“Ahh … fuck. I’m about to cum honey … just a little more….”

“Oww … Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!”

“Fuck! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Marcus!”

“Hello, are you still there?” She waved her hand on my face, abruptly awakening me from my stupor.

“How….?” I blurted out.

“What do you mean, ‘how’?”

“… did it happen?” I followed.

She arched her eyebrow and paused to view me with wonderment before answering. “I was jogging at the park, when a car slowed up alongside me. I was startled when someone inside it called my name. It was Marcus.” She smiled. “We chatted, and then he invited me for lunch. I agreed. Next thing I knew, we were in the diner talking about you.”

“So basically, you had a date?” I quipped.

“Well, umm … you could say that….” She averted her eyes and tried to hide her discomfort. “Now my turn to ask the question, are you friends with him?”

I didn’t know what to say back that wouldn’t perturb her. I also didn’t want to lie, of course. After quick but careful deliberation, I decided to just tell her the truth. “No, I’m not friends with him.”

As predicted, she was upset. “How come?” She frowned at me.

Well, let me see. First, because he’s asshole. Second, because he wants to bang you, I thought to myself.

She continued to gaze at me, waiting. She was a very persistent person, and I knew I wouldn’t be off the hook until I replied. So this time I made up an excuse. “We don’t have any thing in common.”

“Well, have you tried hanging out with him? Or maybe even just talk?”

“No, but—”

“But … what?”

Jesus, Mom. She was really making it hard for me.

“We’re just not friends.”

“You should try to be, you know. He’s a good guy and—”

I was getting annoyed and didn’t want to carry on the conversation further, so I interrupted her. “I just don’t, okay?”

She stared at me, perplexed, and started to say something back, but decided not to push it.

‘Knock-knock … knock-nock … knock-knock….’

We both fell silent at the knocking sounds and eyed other, waiting for someone to make the first move. After a few more knocks, I decided I was going to be the one to do so. It must be Amanda. I walked over and opened the door.

“Hi boyfie!” she yelled with delight, and then gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. She was wearing a black sweater, with pink and white stripes and a logo of a pink cat winking and flipping the bird. For her bottoms, she wore form-fitting black jeans, with a black leather belt from which lots of silver studs and chains hung down.

“I thought no one was home. “

“I was talking to Mom. I didn’t hear you knocking at first,” I lied as I led her inside.

“Hi, Eva!”

“Oh hello, dear.” Mom turned to me and mouthed,, “I’ll just be in my room.” She still looked upset, but didn’t say anything more as she walked away.

Amanda noticed this, “Is something wrong with you guys?”

“No, why?” I tried to act nonchalant, but it seemed she’d already caught on. She arched an eyebrow at me. Part of me wanted to tell her, but another part was holding me back. I decided though to just avert the conversation. “Let’s go to my room.”

“Okie.”

—————————

As we lay on the bed side-by-side, she gently continued. “I can tell something really is bothering you. Are you still sick?” Her cute puppy-dog eyes revealed that she was worried about me. It was sweet.

“No, I’m alright.”

She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her body, nestling into my side and resting her head on my shoulder. I could smell the refreshing scent of strawberries on her hair. It was intoxicating. I played with her ponytail, twirling it in my fingers, which made her giggle. I felt comfortable around her, and decided to open up. “It’s about one of my classmates… “

“What…? Who…?” She moved her head to gaze up at me, confused.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. I haven’t told you what happened to my Mom….”

After hearing the story, she seemed overwhelmed. Her hands had moved up to cover her mouth as she listened, and she seemed to be trying to digest the details. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it.”

I know. My sentiments,exactly,

We sat up on the side of the bed, at which point she laid her hands on top of mine where they rested on the covers. “So that was what … was bothering you?” She gazed directly into my eyes.

“Well—”

“Oh my god! Like, don’t tell me … it’s Marcus?” she questioned adroitly. It was more of a statement; she knew she had guessed correctly.

“Ssshhh … not so loud.” I covered her mouth with my palm, feeling nervous that Mom might have heard her. She started giggling not long after I lifted my palm away.

“Seriously? Geesh, you are afraid that Marcus and your Mom might have a thing for each other?”

“Well … yeah.” I answered back, feeling embarrassed. I lowered my eyes and gazed down at the floor.

“Boyfie, I’m telling you right now. You are ridiculous. Your Mom is not that kind of woman.” She lifted my chin up, and made me turn toward her.

“I know, but….” I muttered, recalling the moments my mother had mentioned Marcus’s name while pleasuring herself.

“Fuck! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Marcus!”

I couldn’t disclose this to Amanda, no matter how much I pushed myself. But bottling it all up was starting to take its toll on me. It seemed that she sensed my distress, as she planted a soft kiss on my lips.

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Good Neighbor Ch. 02

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PART THREE: HUSBAND AND WIFE

As it turned out, things were just beginning to get interesting. One day about a week later I noticed that the house was getting hot and

uncomfortable. Something was wrong with the central air-conditioning unit. Not only was there no cooling, the blowers didn’t seem to be working well, so there was very little air circulation.

Fortunately, my house had ceiling fans installed in the largest rooms, and I’d put in screen doors. So I turned every fan on high speed, threw open the doors, and tried to get a breeze going. Soon the ground floor was bearable, though hardly cool. The upstairs, though, was impossibly hot—no way would I be able to sleep up there tonight.

It really wasn’t too bad, though. As night fell, I stripped down to my underwear (after carefully closing the blinds), made up the couch with sheets and pillows, turned off every light I could to make the house seem cooler, and settled down in the recliner with my laptop, a pitcher of ice water and a glass by my side. The soft whir of the ceiling fans mingled with, and didn’t quite obscure the sounds of the night outside–the soft chirruping of crickets, the occasional distant bark of some neighbor dog, the whoosh of a car passing down the street. I felt absurdly like a pioneer, roughing it in my temporarily un-air-conditioned home.

Around eleven o’clock I began to yawn, and found it hard to keep my eyes open. I made a mental note to call the central air maintenance guys in the morning and got ready to hit the sack. My stuff was all in the bathroom nearest the master bedroom, so I headed up the stairs, wincing a bit at how hot it still was on the second floor.

After washing up and cleaning my teeth I decided to fetch tomorrow’s clothes from my closet, so I headed into the master bedroom. I could see a dim light coming in through the side window. One of the upstairs lights in Marsh’s house was on.

I don’t know what exactly prompted me to move across the stifling, darkened bedroom, without turning on the light, to look out my window. I told myself afterward that it was just simple curiosity about what room in their house might be across from mine. But really I was hoping to see Marsh again–after all, isn’t that what I’d been doing for weeks, trying to catch glimpses of him?

I got to the window and looked out through the partly open slats of the venetian blind covering it. Directly across from me was a open second-story window, the white curtains framing it drawn aside. The room I was looking into was clearly a bedroom. In the dim light I could see the bed placed against the opposite wall directly facing the window. Marsh was stretched out on top of the comforter, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, reading a magazine.

At the first sight of him I quickly drew back. After a moment’s thought I realized this was an unbelievable stroke of luck. Since my bedroom was completely dark and theirs was lit, there was little chance I would be noticed, unless Marsh or his wife came to the window and looked straight out. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me that all voyeurs must feel. There was guilt, too–but not nearly enough to stop me from going back to the window, slowly raising the blind, then carefully, noiselessly lifting the sash.

After a moment, Marsh laid the magazine aside, yawned and stretched. His body was as beautiful as I thought it would be. The defined ridges of his pecs and abs were visible even from this distance. They rivaled those of any exercise magazine cover model. I became aware that my stiffening dick was pressing painfully against the front of my briefs, and pulled them down to free it from its confines. Not taking my eyes off the window for one instant, I began to stroke myself slowly.

I saw Marsh turn his head, smile and speak to someone else in the room. Audrey must be coming to bed. I felt an irrational jealousy that she had the privilege of being close to this man, sharing his room and his bed, while I was confined to spying on them in the dark. I watched raptly as she came into view, wearing a black shorty nightgown, sheer enough so that I could see matching black panties underneath–on her slim, but surprisingly full-breasted figure the skimpy garments looked good. Marsh smiled as she got on the bed and gathered her into his arms. I heard the murmur of their voices, too far away for any words to emerge, as they cuddled affectionately. Seeing them together reminded me acutely of my own current state of aloneness–I felt sad, jealous, and intensely horny, all at the same time. My hand moved faster on my cock, by now slippery with the juices of my arousal.

The happy couple in the other house began to kiss, at first gently, then with increasing urgency. My heart raced as I realized that Marsh and Audrey were starting to make love before my eyes. His hands cupped her breasts through the nightgown. She reached down and fumbled with his boxer shorts, drawing them downward. Frustratingly, Antep Escort Bayan he rolled on top of her at that moment and all I could see was his shapely butt, above the boxers now halfway down his legs. Her slim arms grasped his back, white against his tanned musculature.

Then, to my delight, Marsh turned over and stripped his shorts completely off. Even across the distance between our houses I could see the heavy length of his cock pointing stiffly upward on his lower belly, above his balls. He rose to his feet and stood sideways in front of the bed, his organ now jutting outward, silhouetted in the dim light of the bedroom. Audrey got down off the bed and knelt in front of him. I saw her head move toward his crotch, and a moment later Marsh’s cock disappeared into her mouth.

A strangled groan escaped from my throat. I would have killed to be in Audrey’s place at that moment–giving head to a man the likes of whom I’d rarely seen, and never possessed. I saw him caress her head gently with one big hand, and imagined him doing the same to me. I was dangerously close to shooting my load, and forced my hand to slow its frantic pace.

Audrey didn’t suck Marsh for very long. As she released his cock, Marsh unfastened something at her throat and the garment fell away from her, exposing her breasts. He sat his wife on the edge of the bed and drew down the panties she was still wearing, going to his knees as he did so. I caught a glimpse of the neat triangle of Audrey’s pubic mound just before Marsh’s head closed in on it. He was returning the favor his wife had done him. Audrey’s head snapped back, her blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and though I couldn’t hear it I knew she was moaning with pleasure. One of Marsh’s hands reached up and caressed her breast again.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Watching the man I desired performing the act of love, even with a woman, was an experience beyond compare. I wanted to savor every moment of it–I had taken my hand completely off my own cock, which stayed rock hard even so. I wanted to ride vicariously with Audrey and Marsh to the climax of their lovemaking.

They were now on the bed again, Audrey on her back with her legs spread. Marsh positioned himself over her, his back to the window, and lowered his body onto hers. Her arms went around him, her mouth opened in another gasp and I knew that his cock had penetrated her. Marsh’s butt began to contract rhythmically as he began to thrust, at first slowly, then with increasing speed and strength until I could see the bed shaking with the force of his fucking. Faint cries from both of them reached my ear. I began to stroke myself again, this time not trying to hold back. Soft grunts began to emerge from my own throat.

Just then, Audrey’s head, visible over one broad male shoulder, rolled from side to side, and I heard a single clear, almost musical cry of ecstasy. She clapped one hand abruptly over her mouth, her eyes bulging comically. It wouldn’t do to wake Jonah now! Marsh’s thrusts increased to a frantic pace, and I heard his voice shout wordlessly. I saw a warning finger come up to Audrey’s lips. They had obviously reached the ideal completion–a mind-blowing orgasm for her, timed to perfection with the planting of his seed inside her.

They didn’t know it, but it had been a triple play–a few seconds after Marsh came, my eyes closed involuntarily as an explosion rocked my own body. I groaned loud enough that I was afraid they would hear. I felt the hot jets spurting out of my cock and dimly wondered where they were going. Rocking onto my knees, I grasped the window sill with my free hand to keep from falling over, my head down, my breath coming in harsh gasps.

After I had regained some semblance of equilibrium I opened my eyes. Fortunately I hadn’t made enough noise to be heard across the way. Marsh and Audrey were now lying next to each other, still naked, their bodies still loosely entwined. After a while Marsh got up and moved toward the window, and I quickly retreated into the shadows. When I felt it was safe to look out again, a small fan was whirring in the window and the lights were off.

My legs and feet were tingling from crouching so long, my hand was sticky with cum, and there was a mess on the bedroom floor, and probably on the wall underneath the window as well. I rose stiffly, pulling up my briefs, and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up. I wiped everything up as best I could in the dim light from the hallway, still thinking it prudent not to turn on the light in the bedroom. When I was done I padded downstairs, locked up, stretched out on the couch, and at last, fell into an deep, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR: FATHER AND SON

I awoke the next morning and didn’t know where I was. There was an unfamiliar light all around me, and an odd whirring noise. After a moment I realized I was lying on my living room couch. I had left the ceiling fans on to keep some air moving, but with the doors and windows closed the house nevertheless was stuffy.

Thoughts of last night came into my mind. The window through which I had witnessed Marsh making passionate love to his wife was the same one behind which Stan had stood one rainy morning before the house was finished, staring into my eyes as he jacked himself off. Boldly he had let me know that he was on to me–he had seen me eyeing his body while he labored on the construction crew. Then, the next day, he had knocked on my door and made what had been fantasy hot and sweet reality.

The odds that this present story would have a similar end were zero. Obviously Marsh and Audrey had a healthy relationship, to say the least. The house next door had provided me with one companion—it was too much to think it would give me two. With that depressing thought, I hauled myself off the couch to get ready for the day.

One afternoon later that week I walked into my favorite local coffee house. Inside there was a woman, with a little boy next to her, speaking to the cashier. She turned her head–I saw that it was Audrey and Jonah. As I approached she caught sight of me and her face brightened in recognition. “Hello,” she called. “We’re on our way home from preschool.” She looked down at her son. “Jonah, remember Mr. Rob? Say hello.”

“Hi,” Jonah said. He gave me a shy smile, and I felt unaccountably pleased.

We chatted idly for a few moments while we waited for our lattes to come up.

“You’re doing a good job with him,” I observed.

“Thanks,” Audrey replied, patting her son on the head. “Though it hasn’t been hard. Jonah’s never been any trouble–well, except when he came into the world.”

I was silent, not wanting to say that Marsh had already revealed that personal detail. Come to think of it, I knew quite a few personal details about Mr. and Mrs. Atkins. Though there was no way she could know what I had seen a few days before, I felt my face reddening.

“We still haven’t had you over for dinner,” she continued, not noticing my discomfort. “I’m afraid it may be a while. I’m going out of town tomorrow and I’m not exactly sure when I’ll be back.”

“Hope it’s nothing serious.”

“Actually, it is. My father’s been ill a long time, and he’s getting worse. He may not live much longer.”

“I’m very sorry.”

She nodded as she picked up her coffee. Unlike Marsh, Audrey seemed able to keep her private pain hidden. “Thanks. Anyway, if he does–pass away, I’ll have to stay and help take care of things. I’m going to have to leave Jonah with his dad. A hospital’s no place for a small child, and I don’t want him to miss that much school.”

“I’m sure your husband will take good care of him,” I said absently.

Audrey started talking about the arrangements that had been made for her son, how another mother from his school was going to look after him until Marsh got home from work, but I barely heard her. My mind insisted that my handsome neighbor was out of reach–but from the way my heart was beating, it obviously thought otherwise.

“Well, Rob, I may ask you to check up on that workaholic,” she laughed as she turned to go. “Come on, sport. Let’s go home and eat your cookie.”

As I was hand-watering some of the flowers in the back yard early that evening I heard my name called. I looked toward the fence and saw Marsh striding toward me.

“Hey, buddy. Audrey says she saw you today. You know she’s going away for a while?”

I nodded. “That’s tough luck. Anything I can do to help?”

“Truth is,” Marsh said, scratching his head in embarrassment, “I’m a little nervous about being alone with Jonah that long. I mean, I can dress him, feed him, get him off to preschool and put him to bed, but that leaves a lot of hours in the day. Audrey’s already grumbling about his eyes getting weak from too much TV.”

Marsh, the perfect father, was asking his single, childless, gay neighbor for advice about parenting. I stifled a laugh and tried to reassure him.

“You’ll be fine.”

“Jonah does like the water,” Marsh continued, thinking out loud. “Maybe I’ll take him to Deep Eddy this weekend. Not exactly my idea of fun, sitting in the middle of all those screaming kids, but the little guy’d have a blast.”

Deep Eddy was a park that had both a outdoor lap pool for adult swimmers, and a shallow wading pool for the kids. Marsh had told me during our kitchen conversation that one of the ways he worked out was by swimming laps. I knew he’d much rather be stroking his way up and down one of the lanes in the lap pool. The words came out of my mouth with hardly a thought.

“I could go too. You could do laps while I keep an eye on Jonah.”

Marsh’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’d really do that?”

“Sure I would.” Some devil in me had seen that the Atkins’ son might, just might be the way to get a little closer to the father. Even if nothing came of it, I still would have gotten to spend time with Marsh, who would, and this was not an insignificant detail, be in swim trunks a lot of the time.

“Well, I’ll have to ask Audrey. She’s very protective of Jonah–I didn’t mean it that way, Rob,” Marsh said, looking abashed as he realized the import of his words.

“It’s okay.” It’s not her son she should be worried about, I thought.

Marsh looked at me closely and there was something indefinable in his eyes. “I guess it’s true we haven’t known you very long. Funny, I keep forgetting that.” He turned to go, saying, “She’s leaving on Friday. Let’s plan on Saturday morning bright and early, before it gets too crowded.”

The next couple of days were agonizingly suspenseful, waiting to see if Audrey would actually leave–somehow I thought she might change her mind and stay–and hoping that the weather would be good that weekend. I needn’t have worried on the latter score. Each day loomed hot and sunny, and the television newscasts were talking about an incipient drought. On Friday evening, my cell phone rang while I was on my way home.

“You still on for tomorrow morning?” asked Marsh’s voice.

My heart leaped. “Sure,” I said, trying my best to sound casual.

“Okay then. Come by around eight-thirty. You sure you can get up that early?”

“For you I will,” I said, hastily adding, “And Jonah.”

Marsh laughed. “Good man. He’s really looking forward to this.”

The next morning the three of us piled into the Blazer, equipped with sunscreen, cooler, duffel bags, and Jonah’s water toys. Marsh carefully belted his son into the back seat, but trouble began brewing when he and I got in the front.

“Want to ride in front,” Jonah protested.

“Got to stay in back, buddy,” Marsh replied. “It’s only for a little while.”

Logic and reason had little meaning for poor Jonah, obviously missing Audrey. He repeated his request more insistently, his lower lip beginning to puff out, a warning sign. Before he could erupt into a full-blown wail, I decided to try my hand at smoothing things over.

“I’ll get in back with you, Jonah.”

As I climbed into the rear seat, Jonah glared at me suspiciously. I was not, after all, his mother. I thought of something. “Here,” I said, reaching into my front pocket. “Ever seen anything like this?”

It was a little gadget that I had received as a gift at some Christmas party, the kind of thing that everyone exclaims over for five minutes and then forgets about–a hand-held, battery operated fan with soft rubber blades, that you could turn on by twisting the little head on which it was mounted. This one had a gimmick, though. It sat in a carrying case, equipped with a little spray bottle that sat behind the blades. You could fill the bottle with water, turn the fan on, push the plunger, and spritz yourself with a cool mist as well as enjoy the breeze. When I’d received it, in a clear plastic and cardboard package emblazoned with the legend “REVOLUTIONARY MISTING HAND FAN,” I’d thought to myself that a kid would like this thing. Now I was about to give my theory a field test.

Jonah took the fan curiously, momentarily diverted, at least. I showed him how to turn the thing on and off and he very quickly got the hang of it. I pointed the fan toward him so that the breeze stirred his soft brown hair. I gave him an experimental spritz and he giggled with delight. I looked up to see Marsh grinning back at me.

“Thanks, Uncle,” he said, and started the car.

Fortunately the trip to the park was a short one. On the way Jonah discovered that the fan blades would stop instantly at the slightest touch, a built-in safety feature. This, together with spraying the back of his dad’s head, kept him happily occupied until we got to the parking lot, which despite our strategy was already half full. We found a spot and unloaded. Weighted down with our equipment and a small boy, Marsh and I made our way toward the pool.

The park was laid out to have as much natural land as possible. The two pools had concrete decks, but there was plenty of grassy lawn all around, shaded with trees. It took much longer than I would have imagined to get ourselves to a shaded, comfortable spot not too far from the water, spread a towel on the ground, unpack our stuff and settle down. But at last, the three of us were ready to have fun.

“Daddy, can we go swimming?” Jonah said plaintively. He was still holding the toy I had given him.

“Yes we can, if you’ll put the fan down and let me take off your clothes,” his father answered. Catching me completely by surprise, Marsh stood and slipped his T-shirt off over his head, then unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I was slightly disappointed at the fashionably baggy, patterned boxer-style trunks that appeared underneath, but Marsh dressed only in swimsuit and flip-flops was nevertheless a breathtaking sight up close. I felt downright intimidated following suit, but nevertheless peeled down to my own conservative Speedos. I looked up to find Marsh’s eyes on me.

“You white man,” he said.

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Carol’s Vacation Ch. 02

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It was late when I got home, but with all the coffee I drank during my ride home I wasn’t ready to sleep, so I went to my home office and started to plan for the meetings I would be having the next day. I worked for several hours, then went to bed and slept like a rock until my alarm clock scared the hell out of me. It took a few seconds for me to realize I wasn’t in Lakeside and that I had a full day ahead of me.

“I’m so sorry,” said my secretary Beth, as soon as she stuck her head in my office. I was there already an hour and a half. She wasn’t late; I was just early and ready to get started.

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t doing anything anyway,” I lied, and then told her what information I needed for today.

I had several people that work for me in and out of my office for the next hour informing about what was going on with my clients product recall. I was then summoned to the president of my company’s office.

“Hi Norm, can’t live without me huh?” I said as I walked right into his office and took a seat in front of his desk.

“Oh Hi Carol, I didn’t hear you knock,” he said. I love his sarcasm.

“So I’m guessing Douglas is going nuts?” Referring to Douglas Meese, who is the CEO of the company we represent.

“Not, going nuts so much as thoroughly pissed off that his company made the product error and it’s going to cost them millions to fix the problem and build back customer confidence.”

“I’ve been working on a few ideas last night and this morning. There’s nothing we can do about the millions it will cost him to fix the problem, but I have a strategic plan to save their reputation, and perhaps enhances it.”

I went over my plan with him and he was impressed, he didn’t say as much, but when he said that he would attend the meeting with Douglas, I knew he liked it. If he didn’t like it, believe me, I would have to go it alone, which would have been okay with me anyway.

Beth set up the meeting and a company car drove me, Norm and two other associates of ours, across town to their corporate offices.

I’m not going to bore you with the conversations of the meeting. Douglas and I have worked together for years and he likes my ideas and no BS attitude, that’s why he requested me to handle this problem.

After some conversation I made my presentation on what we should do. Douglas was with a group of about 20 people from his company sitting at a huge conference table. My group of 4 sat in the middle. I give excellent presentations, but this one went exceedingly well. Right from the start I could see people shaking their heads in agreement and a few smiles started to appear on some faces. Most people can’t read what Douglas is thinking, but I was picking up signs that he was starting to feel more confident about how this should be handled.

Long meeting short, we got full support to carry out my plan.

On the ride back to our office, Norm said,”Christ Carol that was great, I guess that’s why we pay you the big bucks.”

“Glad you mentioned that Norm I’ve been meaning to talk to you about increasing those big bucks you’re talking about.”

Norm, groaned, but said,” Let’s talk about that when we get back in the office.” He was smiling so I knew a pay raise or bonus would be worked out.

The remainder of the day was a series of internal meetings getting all department heads that needed to be involved up to date, so they all knew their responsibilities.

I was sitting back thinking what I should do next when it popped in my head that I should tell Kathy that I wasn’t at her cabin. I dialed her number.

“Hi Kathy it’s me Carol.”

“Oh Carol I forgot to call you, is Jack the real estate guy there?”

I was supposed to call you and tell you he was going to stop by and look the place over.”

“No, I called to say I had an emergency at work and had to come home. Why does a realtor have to look over the cabin?” I asked.

“We decided that since we don’t get there as often as we thought we would, we should try to sell it. Are you planning on going back?”

“I was planning on going back Sunday, but that’s not going to happen, looks more like Monday or Tuesday. Give me the guys’ number and I’ll call him when I get there and I’ll show him through the place.”

She thanked me and I told her how much I enjoyed being there for the short time I was there, of course I didn’t go into the details.

“Hey super star.” I heard as I hung up the phone.

“Oh stop it,” I said with a smile to my closest work friend, Sarah, who was standing in my office doorway.

Sarah started with our company 5 or 6 years ago and has been on a successful fast track. She’s in another area of expertise, but our job requirements keep us in touch in a daily bases. She’s in her mid forties.

Sarah is only 5 feet tall, but has an excellent figure that always have to guys turning around to take a second look. She’s hot, knows it and flaunts it. She’s also a lot of fun to be around.

Oh yes, she’s married but that doesn’t Antep Bayan Escort seem to hinder her from having sexy fun. She’s always teasing the guys with suggestive comments, which they seem to enjoy. I have no idea if her husband knows or approves of her teasing; it’s something she’s never openly discussed with me. I’m also not sure if her teasing goes beyond the teasing stage. She thinks I’m a prude and should have more fun.

“So did you have any fun on your vacation, as short as it was,” she asked.

“Yes it was very nice and relaxing.”

“Carol I mean did you get laid?” she asked with a laugh.

“Well as a matter of fact I got laid twice by an 18 year old, black, physical trainer,” I answered.

“Yeah right, you have to learn how to have fun,” she said, not believing a word I just said.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind when I go back again next week.” I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or not, that she didn’t believe me.

She said, “it doesn’t look like we’ll be able to get out of here until late tonight, so do you to grab a bite to eat before out 7:30 meeting?”

I agreed and we went to a local steak house, each had one drink, no dessert and returned to the office where we each went our separate ways. After a series of short meetings and scheduling a meeting with our client for early tomorrow morning to prep him and his associates on the press conference that they were going to have in mid afternoon. I was ready to go home.

Sarah and I walked out of the elevator together when we did discovered for the first time that there was a hell of a thunder and lighting storm going on and it was dumping rain like a monsoon.

“Carol you can’t drive home in this and if it’s like this all night you’ll have trouble getting back here tomorrow morning for the client meeting. Come home with me, you can stay in our guest room.”

Sarah lives in the city with her husband and her son, when he’s not away at college. Her daughter goes to college down south and stays there year round. Normally I would tough it out and make the drive home, but tomorrows meeting was too important for me to me late for, so I accepted her invitation. By the grace of god we were able to hail a cap outside our building and were at her home in ten minutes.

Her husband, Sam and son Tommy were looking at a Yankees baseball game when we arrived. I met her husband at different affairs over the years, but only met her son once or twice and that was years ago. What a nice looking young man he has become.

Sarah and I had a drink before we said goodnight, I was shown the guest room which was very comfortable. I took all my clothes off since I would have to wear them again for the morning meeting; everyone would be too fried during the day to notice I was wearing the same clothes.

I just dropped onto the bed totally naked and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I was sleeping, it could have been ten minutes of six hours, when something from our project popped into my head and woke me. It wasn’t anything big I forgot, but I laid there in the dark on my back and was thinking about a solution when I heard someone slowly open the door. The hallway was dark so I couldn’t make out who it was, I was thinking it was Sarah checking on me, but when no one whispered asking if I was awake and sort of hesitated at the door I had no idea who it might be. Now there was a time where I would have grabbed the sheet or blanket and covered myself and ask who was there, but I found myself kind of excited that I was in a room nude with whom?

The figure moved right next to my bed, my eyes adjusted well enough to the darkness that I could tell it wasn’t Sarah, too tall for her, but other than that I still had no idea.

I wonder if his eyes adjusted to the dark and was he looking at my breasts and pussy. I was feeling a tingle between my legs from the excitement. I let out a gasp when I felt his hand cup my breast. He immediately pulled his hand away afraid that we woke me, he was frozen in his tracks, but I guess he was thinking more with his cock than with any kind of common sense, he reached out a touched my breast again. Didn’t say a word, but I placed my hand over his and pressed it against me. If he was shocked, he didn’t give any indications, but continued to feel my breast, and then took my nipple in his finger tips, god I was getting so turned on. His other hand was placed on my tummy, I’m guessing testing for a reaction, I didn’t say anything just spread my legs and again placed my hand over his and guided it down my tummy to my pubic hair. He ran his fingers through the hair until he got to my wet, very wet lips; he inserted his finger and began to slide it in and out. I gently rubbed my clit as he fingered me, with my other hand I reached between is legs and felt his hard cock in pajama bottoms.

I pulled down the front and took his hot hard cock in my hand and began to stroke it. I was lifting my hips and open pussy to meet his now wet fingers, when I had my climax, thank god I didn’t let out a scream or loud moan. I let go of his cock when I came and was lying on the bed trying to catch my breath.

I became aware that his cock was near my face. I grabbed it and placed it in my mouth and began sucking, and it wasn’t for long, when he unloaded his cum it would have filled my mouth, if I wasn’t eagerly swallowing every drop. After he came just as silently as he arrived he left the room.

I woke the next morning when I heard a knocking on the door and heard Angela saying we better get going.

I jumped in the shower which was in the bathroom that was adjoining my bedroom, washed my hair, found a toothbrush still wrapped, in the medicine cabinet and used the hair blower that was under the sink. I did this and was dressed walking into the kitchen in fifteen minutes.

“Hi Carol, how did you sleep?” Sarah asked.

“I slept very well and you?”

“Well Sam wanted to get laid, so after I knocked his socks off, I slept like a log.” She said with a smile.

“Should we call a cab or do you think we can catch one out front this early?” I asked.

“It’ll be easier and quicker to take the subway.”

“we better get going we can grab a coffee and something to eat at the café at work,” I said, then asked “Is Sam and Tommy still sleeping, I would like to say thank you and goodbye if they’re awake.” Thinking to myself I would like to see them for a reaction to what happened last night, but no such luck.

“It’s Saturday morning we’re the only crazy ones going to work at this hour.”

We took the subway to the office grabbed some coffee and each headed to our own offices. I did some preparation for out meeting and then went to the conference room to go over everything with our clients. It took us several hours to get everyone up to speed, but by the time we finished everyone was thoroughly prepared. My job was done. The rest was up to our clients.

I went back into my office feeling exhausted. I dropped into my chair and sent out congratulatory emails to all the people that worked so hard on this project. I had a few more things I wanted to get done, but my mind drifted to the visitor I had last night, was it the husband or the son, both nice looking and the whole thing was very exciting. My money was on the son.

I could feel myself getting turned on just thinking about having that cock in my mouth. My hand reached down and lifted the hem of my skirt up my thighs and I began to rub my pussy. I can honestly say I’ve never done anything like that before, oh I’ve been horning at work, but I never touched myself behind my desk.

Well that’s not exactly true. About ten years ago when I was dating someone, there was a man that worked for me, I would guess we were the same age, anyway I thought he was so sexy, not just his looks but his personality was a turn on also. If I wasn’t dating someone and he wasn’t happily married I would have tried to seduce him.

These were thoughts I only had when I was feeling horny, one of those horny times I had a meeting with him in my office, this is embarrassing to talk about now because it seems if not silly, odd. Before he arrived for our meeting I took off my pantyhose and panties.

So while we were talking I sat behind my desk with my skirt pulled up to my waist and I had my legs spread with my open pussy only a few feet from him. Every once in a while I would touch my pussy. Naturally he couldn’t see anything and probably wasn’t aware of anything going on, but sitting there like that was such a turn on for me. I never did that again, I wonder why? I masturbated many times thinking about that.

I was about to do that again when Sarah walked into my office, I can’t believe I was going to masturbate and didn’t think to close my door, aren’t I getting brazen.

“So are you off to continue your vacation?” she asked.

“Gee I don’t know, it was fun up there and I told everyone that I would be back today.”

“Who’s everyone, you were only there a few days.”

I briefly told her about Rick, Tony and Amy, but never told her how friendly we became, just that I met them and they’re very nice. I didn’t mention their ages either. Not that I was hiding it, but she would bust me about hanging around with the youngsters.

“If I had a place on lake to go to I’d be there,” she said.

“I have an idea, why don’t you come with me? We can leave tomorrow morning and come home Friday. I mean if you can get off work and Sam won’t mind.”

“It sounds wonderful, but I don’t want to impose,” she said, and I could tell she was really thinking about going.

“What imposition? There are four bedrooms so you can have your privacy if you should hook up,” I said with a laugh.

Laughing with me she said, “I tell you what. I’ll ask Sam when I get home and as far as work goes I’m due the time, so that’s no problem. If all goes well I’ll drive to your place early tomorrow and we can head to the country from there.”

“Sounds good to me, I’m heading home right now, so call me any time this afternoon.”

Sarah called me at home after dinner and said it was a go. She would be at my house around 8:00. I was excited that she was coming with me; I laughingly thought I hope she doesn’t corrupt me.

True to her word she arrived at my townhouse right on time. We switched her luggage to my car and off we went. We got caught in some late commuter traffic, but over all made good time.

I drove through town and pointed out some shops we could go to and then drove straight to the cabin. We just talked about everyday topics, had several good laughs which made the trip seem a lot shorter.

“Wow this is wonderful,” said Sarah as she got out of the car and looked around.

“Wait until you see the view of the lake from the rear deck,” I said.

“I could sit here all day and look out over the water,” she said as we walked to the rear of house and she got the full view.

I showed her around the interior of the cabin and showed her which room was hers. When we were on the rear deck I made a point of showing her the outdoor shower and was proud to tell her that I shower nude outside all the time. She said that would have to be something she was definitely going to do.

“We have to get something to eat, I’m starved. We can go into town, have lunch there then do some food shopping for some odds and ends to have in the house, “I suggested.

“Okay, I’m starved too, I’ll drive if you’re tired after the trip up,” She said.

“I have an idea let’s take the boat, I haven’t used it yet, it’ll be fun. There’s a marina right in town, we can dock there and walk a short distance to the diner and shops.”

We got in the boat and it started right up, thank god, and off we went. The marina was the opposite direction of the nudist camp so we could stay close to shore and look at the lakeside homes. I hadn’t mentioned to her about our nudist camp neighbors. I wasn’t deliberately holding back, it just didn’t come up in our conversation during the ride up.

As we approached the dock Sarah said,” look at that hot guy waving at us.”

“Oh, that’s my friend Tony,” I said.

“That’s the Tony you mentioned? You never said he was just a kid, a handsome kid, but none the less young.”

“He’s twenty, something,” I answered maybe a little too defensively.

“Hi Carol, I’m glad you came back, after you didn’t show up yesterday Rick and I decided you wouldn’t be coming back.” “Got a little delayed, but got here this morning. Tony this is my friend Sarah, Sarah this is Tony.”

They exchanged pleasantries as Tony helped us out of the boat. Both of them were checking each other out I couldn’t help but notice.

“We’re going to get something to eat, and then do a little shopping, so could you keep an eye on the boat until we get back?”

“Anything for you lovely ladies” he said with an over stated bow at the waist.

“He’s cute,” Sarah said as we walked away from the marina.

“Yes he is, he looks good naked too,” I offered and watched Sarah stop in her tracks.

“What do you mean he looks good naked, Carol, talk to me,” she said with a grin.

I told her about the boat being stuck by the nudist camp and our adventure there. She couldn’t stop laughing as I told her. Then she asked questions about the nudist camp. I told her I would tell her about it later when we got back to the cabin, not while we were walking down the street.

We ate at the diner, Amy wasn’t there, I guess it was her day off or she was working a later shift.

We stopped in the grocery store and were picking up a few items when I saw Lisa.

“Hi Lisa, how are you?” I asked.

I’m doing well, Rick said you had to take care of some business at home and didn’t know if you would be able to finish your vacation.”

“Well, the problem was solved and I came up this morning and we’re going home Friday.”

Sarah came around the isle then and I introduced her to Lisa. We chatted for a while and I was glad she didn’t mention anything about the late party at the campground, because I wasn’t sure if I was even going to tell Sarah about it.

“Lisa, we’re just going to sit around at home tonight if you like stop by and have a cocktail or two with us,” I suggested.

“That sounds nice, okay it’s a date, see you around 8:00?”

“That would be perfect.”

We took or purchases back to the boat and Tony helped us to get everything on board.

“I hope to see you again soon,” he said with a sly grin.

“Stop by with Rick sometime,” I said.

“My cousin is visiting for a few days, so can I bring him along?”

“Sure, no problem.”

Since I told Sarah about Tony and I seeing each other naked she picked up on his grin after saying he hopes to see me again, dirty boy!

As soon as we got to the cabin and unloaded our stuff I remembered that I was supposed to call Jack the realtor and tell him it was okay to come look over the property, so he could prepare a listing. I called and spoke with him and I said just to stop by when convenient, He said he could be there in half an hour if that was okay. I told him that would be fine.

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Author’s notes:

This is a second minor editing revision of my original submission. Very little in the actual story was changed. A few more points were clarified. A couple of errors corrected. A second chapter will be following very shortly 🙂

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Jacqueline Blackwell still could not believe the events of the past couple of months. Her sophomore year of college had begun innocently enough. She had returned to school in early August of the previous year and been treated to a new roommate. Oddly, the two girls became close. Leah Kohl Sundstrom was a blond beauty who stood about 5’4″ with liquid blue eyes and a 34c bust. Of course at the time, Jacqueline had shown little interest in Leah.

She had always considered herself straight. During high school she had dated a number of guys. She had lost her virginity at sixteen and never looked back. By the time her senior year rolled in she had been with her fair share of guys, though she did not consider herself a slut. It was during this time that she began to look at her peers a little differently. These thoughts horrified her at the time. Still, she could not help but stare a little longer in the locker-room before or after cheerleading and, or during swim meets and practice.

By the time college had entered the picture these thoughts had mostly left her. The dreams involving girls happened at a less frequent rate. This was probably lessened by two factors.

First, she had become an avid masturbator between her high school graduation and her first semester away from college. What she had always deemed a boring and pointless experience had turned very pleasurable for her. No longer did it take her some thirty odd minutes to reach orgasm. Instead, she could now climax in well under ten minutes. Even better, she was now at least semi multi-orgasmic. She had read somewhere, likely on a website that the proper definition was sequential orgasmic, though she didn’t really care. At the very least it allowed her to climax multiple times during a session. This was a new experience for her. In the past, right after an orgasm her clitoris would become hypersensitive. On the rare occasion that she was still aroused, she would have to wait (for her routine recovery period). This usually took about twenty minutes. On the off chance that she was still aroused at that point, she was usually treated to a very underwhelming experience an orgasm that just sort of squeaked out.

This began to change her senior year in high school, oddly enough just after her eighteenth birthday. The change was slow in coming, however. Her first sign that her body was changing was a decrease in the time that she needed to recover between climaxes. What had been thirty or so minutes eventually became only a few minutes. While she did not masturbate with any regular frequency, she did at times (after a hot date) that often led nowhere. What she discovered was she could have two orgasms within a session. The first orgasm was usually followed by a period of only minutes in which her clitoris was hypersensitive. A typical scenario involved her pleasuring herself in the shower to climax. Upon exiting she would return to her bedroom. Here the urge would hit her again and she would finger herself off in bed. An alternate scenario involved lying in bed and working herself up to an orgasm, taking a short breather and then continuing onward to a second climax. What had been strange at the time was that she could only climax twice after that she sort of lost the urge because she would become less tense down below and no matter how much stimulation was provided she was unable to climax a third time.

This all changed for her after graduation. It had been a typical boring day. She had been lying out on the deck of the family pool. Her period had recently ended and she felt more than a little horny. This was probably because she had not relieved herself in well over two weeks, the last time that she had seen her boyfriend. The two had broken up that night. That night she would try to lighten the tension. However, following her first climax, she found that her clitoris remained only hypersensitive for about a minute after the orgasm. That night her fingers gave out after her third climax and while resting she noticed that she was still vaguely aroused. By the end of the summer she had set a personal best of four orgasms in one session through the use of her favorite vibe, the kind that was designed purely for clit stimulation, and had to be plugged into a wall outlet.

Second, she met a guy her first semester away from home. He had entered her life by way of history 101. She of course did not believe in love at first sight, though she did believe in lust at first sight. The two began to have sex on a regular basis, often a few times a week. This still gave her time for her studies and the swim team. While sex was never as good as masturbation, she did become very orgasmic. Often during a session between the two of them she would have two orgasms. Usually he would eat Antep Bayan Escort her out and then during the actual act of intercourse she would climax a second time.

This, however, was nothing like the marathon sessions she was capable of during self pleasure. Since college, she had begun to use a vibrator with regular frequency. This was mostly to make sure that during the short periods that she was alone in her dorm room that she had enough stimulation to climax and not experience any flame outs. What she discovered was that a vibrator could be both quite and intense. The stimulation from her trusty pocket rocket was unusually enough to send her into orbit. Further, unlike the plug-in variety, she was not numb for a day or two after “heavy use.”

Often during these sessions, on a Saturday afternoon, while her roommate was away at cheerleading practice she was able to have half a dozen orgasms if she wanted, though she often retired well before that.

Unlike her ability to experience pleasure, her sexuality had not been in question for well over two years when she slowly began to shift. She could never pinpoint the day, but it was during a week in early November of her sophomore year. She had been in a bit of a rough spot. She had not had any sex in about a month. Worse, she had not had a privacy to take the matter into her own hands. Instead, for the last couple of days she had remained at a heightened state. She had become unbelievable aroused. It was sometime during this time frame that she began to notice girls again. Once it reached a critical mass, it invaded her subconscious and this led to a few uncomfortable dreams.

Her focus shifted from her current boyfriend, who shall remain nameless and onto a girl that she had in her psychology class. Amanda Baker was a raven haired beauty with hair that almost reached her buttocks, sparkling green eyes and a fabulous, mischievous smile. What, however, put a moistening feeling in Jacqueline’s panties were her tight booty and 36d bust. Why she had been drawn to her and not some of the other voluptuous girls in her psychology class was that Amanda was an outed lesbian. She claimed to not even be the slightest bit bi. This struck Jacqueline as strange. She had always pictured the typical lesbian somewhere between a bull Dyke and a tomboy. This girl, however, was a very feminine looking woman that had all the typical assets that boys lusted after.

After class she often would watch her make out with her girlfriend. The two were very public about their affections. Oddly enough, this seemed to turn the guys on around them. The two would often be seen on campus holding hands. At times they would publicly make out. It almost seemed like a kind of exhibitionism to her. They were show casing their sexuality. On the few occasions the two would just make it into class looking like they had recently been involved in a whole lot more than just making out.

Her chance with Amanda would never come, however. She was too embarrassed to even come on to her. It was probably for the better. Her semester long experience with her led her to come to the conclusion that Amanda was a one girl, hopeless romantic. While she did see the two of them look at other girls from time to time, she knew that they were only serious about each other.

Her chance would come after returning from winter break. That is when her roommate introduced her to a friend. A girl who had lived down the hall from them during her freshman year, but had since moved into another residence. Her name was Selena Hall. It, however, was not her, but rather her roommate, Jessica Jones that caught Jacqueline’s eye.

What had attracted was not her looks, though she was not hard up in that department with her raven hair and sparkling blue eyes, nor was it her sexuality. While her roommate had hinted at Jessica’s bi-sexuality, it had been very difficult to discern given how reserved the girl was. No, what had really got Jacqueline to fall head over heals on their first meaning was her demeanor. It was a personality that was hard to place. She was not aggressive, nor passive, but assertive and passionate about what she believed in. At the moment, this translated into her seeking a degree in International Studies, but Jacqueline could see how this would translate well for her in anything or one that she pursued.

This she believed had been put to the test when she sought diplomacy with her roommate Selena Hall. Selena had been raised in a protestant family. A deeply religious one at that. Jacqueline had initially believed that this made them strange bedfellows as roommates. She, however, would discover through her own roommate, Leah, that was not the case. Her own prejudice had been on display. The truth was that Selena and Jessica had gotten along fine since day one. It was during a conversation one night that Jacqueline learned that Selena’s own sister was a homosexual. She had come out during her early teens. The family had quickly accepted her sexual orientation and the matter was dropped. At the present moment her older sister, Janet was living out in Marine with her girlfriend of eight years. The two were both college graduates. Janet was a psychologist, while her girlfriend, Celina Drake, was an architect.

No sooner than three weeks into the semester did she get her chance to confide her feelings in a very open dialog with Jessica. It was mid February. The girls had gotten back from a night on the town. They had been out drinking, though neither was drunk. Still, it was a bit risky given that both her under 21. With her roommate Selena out of town for the weekend, Jessica had planned to stay the night at Jacqueline’s. The symmetry had been perfect. Her own roommate, Leah was spending the night, though not weekend with her boyfriend.

That evening the two girls spent most of the early night reminiscing and getting “wet.” They discussed various sexual fantasies. It was during this time that Jessica explained in some detail what it was like to be with a girl, though she kept it vague. The best part to her was the emotional connection that she could share with another female. It didn’t hurt that a girl could go multiple rounds without a down period.

That night the two girls would share various self pleasure techniques in conversation. Both girls had talked about some unique fingering methods and the need to occasionally hump a pillow. Jacqueline had concluded that her two favorite methods were the shower-head spray and her trusty pocket rocket. For Jessica, however, she preferred a toy called the rabbit, a toy that oddly enough Jacqueline had never even heard of. Jessica began to describe it as a dual purpose vibe. It was inserted, though it provided a clitoris simulator. Still puzzled, Jessica got up and returned from a quick trip to her backpack with the rabbit style vibrator in hand. It was as she described. It looked like a classical vibrator, though the penis module was ribbed with an interior lining of beads. Attached, on the outside was a rabbit ear like vestige that hung off the top of the toy.

The girls paused. Both were a little too embarrassed to go on. Finally, Jacqueline broke the ice. “Maybe you should give me a demonstration.”

It wasn’t really worded as a question, but rather a statement spoken by a girl who had a little too much to drink and was also incredibly horny. Jessica blushed a little at the utterance. She quickly realized that she had embarrassed her new friend.

Not wanting the conversation to end she uttered without thinking, “I am straight, remember, I am just curious how it works is all.”

Another awkward moment of silence passed between the two of them. “You know I would but the vibrations from this little fellow are pretty intense, I would probably climax within a few minutes and I am very orgasmic, I wouldn’t want to make you jealous.”

Jacqueline detected a hint of sarcasm in the last phrase; however, it had been slow in coming because it had aroused her and sent a chill down her spine. Now all she could picture was in friend going at it with the toy that she now collapsed in her hand. She flushed a little at the thought.

“I’ll let you borrow my Macbook if you show me?” Jacqueline knew she was a bit of a computer junkie. Her father and mother for Christmas had gotten her a Macbook and an iPhone.

Her friend seemed to think about that for a moment. She than shook her head no. A smile crossed her face. “That is a little tempting but I think you would probably let me borrow it anyway.” This was true.

Thinking again, she came up with a wicked proposal. “You know I’ve got an idea.” Pause. “You know that black dress you saw in my closet…”

Jessica cut her off. “I know, it looks sexy as hell, but no I still don’t think it is a fair trade.” It was obvious by the way that Jessica clutched at the device that she was only looking for the right reason to justify a bit of exhibitionism.

More silence. She saw Jacqueline sort of shake her head. “You didn’t let me finish girl, how about if I wore it out with you on a.. well.. a date.” She watched as the gaze on her friend turned from puzzlement to that of a deer trapped in the oncoming headlights of a car. The headlights being of her breasts. Taking notice, she wiggled her hips for effect.

“I didn’t think you were into girls?” was her only response.

She thought about this for a second. “I not really, though I am curious and maybe with me along we could scope you out a new girlfriend.” What she suggested was tag dating.

“Okay…” came her numb response.

She tried not to jump for joy and keep her emotions in check. A pause followed and then a less than coy inquired, “How about tomorrow night?” Jessica’s only response was to just shrug. The two had brief eye contact. “Now strip girl.”

Lying back, on the bed, she watched as Jessica slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Slipping them down, she kicked them off in the very next motion. Underneath she had been wearing a black pair of panties of the cotton variety and bikini cut. It was than that she reached for her vibrator. This disappointed Jacqueline a little because it meant that her friend had no intention of fully stripping.

She was proven right, when her friend went to her backpack and got a little lube. Spreading it on the toy, she than carefully slip a hand inside as to not show too much and lubed up her lower region. Back on the bed a moment or two later, she rested her body up against a few propped up pillows which were placed in front of the headboard. Lying down, she moved the panties to the side and gave Jacqueline a glimpse of the v-trim of her pussy hair. This sent another chill down Jacqueline’s spine and she distinctly felt dramatically wetter now. Carefully working the vibe into her cunt, she proceeded to rest the rabbit ears on her clitoral mound. Switching the vibrator on, she tensed her body a little and closed her eyes.

Another long moment of silence fell between them. This time, Jessica spoke up. “I don’t plan on going all the way, just enough to show you how I use it.”

So there Jacqueline was with the girl who was very “bi” and she had a deep attraction for. This girl was on her bed and doing of all things, masturbating. As she began to describe how she used the toy, however, it fell on deaf ears. The last she heard Jessica was describing how wonderful the pearl beads felt as they worked their way in and out of her lovely tunnel. She was too taken back by the sight to concentrate. She almost felt like telling her to shut-up and enjoy the moment. Worse, she had an overwhelming urge to kiss and touch her. This made her uncomfortable.

Instead of leaving, she walked over and opened her closet. This was seemingly odd behavior. However, at the time she believed she was giving her friend some privacy. She had seen more than enough to get the generally idea of how she used the device. Still, her couldn’t help but look back. Her eyes seemed drawn to Jessica.

Finding a pair of soccer shorts and a tee-shirt, she than began to strip. This started with her sweater, following this were her jeans. This left her wearing a white racer-back bra and a pair of Jockey micro-fiber, white bikini cut undies. When she turned around a second time she noticed that Jessica seemed to be in her own world. Apparently based on the sounds coming from her lungs, she had given up any pretext of her shared vibrator exploits being a demonstration. Instead, she seemed to be tensing as if she expected to climax soon. True enough to her word; it had been only about six minutes.

She had only enough time to slip on the shorts before Jessica arrived at her destination. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She squeezed her eyes tight together and tensed as her lower region of her body spasmed with pleasure. Standing in front of the bed with her shirt still in hand, she watched as her new friend came down slowly from the intense climax. Her breathing only returned to normal for a momentary pause.

What followed was hard for Jacqueline to describe. Her body seemed to relax, it almost hummed and then without too much foreshadowing she went over with a bang again. This time it seemed like a series of small quakes. She probably had three or four in all. The final one was the most intense of these episodes. What surprised Jacqueline was that Jessica did not pause between climaxes. It almost looked like she was riding a roller coaster and went from peak to valley to peak within a couple seconds.

Afterward, while recovering she tried burying her face under a pillow. Jacqueline would have none of that, however. Taking the pillow away, she forced her friend to remain in the situation. It was obvious that she was embarrassed, though by no means mortified. There was something in her eyes; she almost seemed to be growing more confident with each passing second. At this point, Jacqueline began to wonder if her own itch was becoming visible. Her only sudden realization was that she was glad she was not a guy in this situation. She would have had a very visible hard-on instead of the intense throbbing, mild wetness that was spreading between her legs.

Her friend was now smiling. “I think you owe me a date,” A glimmer of a smile reached her lips… “Maybe a couple of them.” Both girls giggled a little at her bold statement.

“Let me think on that was Jacqueline’s only response.” She than announced that she was going to take a shower. She offered to clean off her toy. Oddly, Jessica accepted, probably because at the moment she was a little to weak to get up. Wrapping her toy in a towel, she excused herself to the bathroom down the hall.

Upon entering it, she found it empty sans two girls in the bathroom stall area. Just prior to entering the shower, she rinsed off Jessica’s toy. She had actually planned on giving it a spin herself, though now she felt that would probably not be appropriate for a number of reasons. Instead, she wrapped the toy back up and placed it with her fresh change of clothing. Stripping, she quickly entered the shower and did a warm rinse down. She again, was tempted to relieve a little tension but decided against it given how public the area was.

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I Came to Visit You

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Just as Jamie stepped out of the shower, her cell phone rang and she ran to her bedroom. She picked it up just in time to see the Caller-ID display the name CJ Scott.

“Hey! What are you up to?” Jamie answered.

“I’m just driving home, I figured I’d give you a call and see what you were up to. If you’re not doing anything tonight, maybe you’d want to go out to eat or to a movie or something?”

“Yeah, that’d be great! Wait! My parents and sister went with Ali to her volleyball tournament in Toledo and they won’t be back until Wednesday! Do you just want to head over here and hang out or something…CJ, are you there?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry James, I just got caught thinking for a minute. That’d be great. I can be over in about 20 minutes. That sound ok?”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

“Alright, bye.”

Now Jamie Sullivan and CJ Scott were in love and had been since the end of Jamie’s junior high years. But because they were both really busy and had no time for each other, they denied their feelings for each other. Now, Jamie’s senior year of high school was over and she couldn’t wait to be at college with CJ since he was a full two years older than her.

CJ had been home a couple times this year, and during those few times, the two of them had become very close and had finally opened up and accepted each other’s love. Not quite 20 minutes after they hung up, the doorbell rang and held an echo throughout the house.

“Oh my God, it’s been way too long!!” James exclaimed as she leaped into his arms after opening the door. CJ was a good looking guy. He was about 6’3″, short dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes to match his mysterious personality. His physique was that of an athlete even though he played no sports. He had always been shy, and the only person he really opened up to was James. Jamie on the other hand, was a very cheerful person that always had a bit of a secretive side to her. She had light brown shoulder length hair and emerald green eyes. She stood at about 5’7″ and was built as an excellent swimmer like her would be.

Both CJ and Jamie were virgins, although Bayan Escort Gaziantep they had played around with each other before. When Jamie had toured the University campus a couple months before, CJ had pulled her aside for half of the day. That little time together was spent exploring each other’s bodies and doing almost everything except actually having sex. They would have both lost their virginity that day, except since it was the first time Jamie had seen CJ’s dick (a whole 7 ¾ inches), she was too frightened.

“It’s so good to see you James! Did you just get out of the pool or something?”

“Oh, the shower actually.”

“Man I wish I could have been there” CJ replied in a joking manner. As he set her down, he bent over to remind her of the passionate kisses they had been missing since the last time he was home. As they broke apart, James told CJ that she had ordered some pizza (Taco, their favorite), and thought they could eat while watching a movie. He said that sounded great and about thirty minutes later, they were downstairs in the theater watching Armageddon. After falling asleep wrapped tightly in CJ’s arms, Jamie awoke only to find out it was nearing 9 at night.

“CJ…CJ…Wake up! Its almost 9 o’clock and you haven’t even been home. your parents must be freaking out by now!!”

“James, relax. I didn’t tell them I was coming home.”

“WHAT? Why not?”

“Because I came back to see you. Now how about we go take a dip in the pool, what do you say?”

“OK. Lets go.”

As Jamie led CJ out the back door and toward the pool, he suddenly spun her around and latched his lips onto hers. She responded by kissing him back and slowly slid her tongue into his mouth. CJ worked his way onto her neck and to each of her ears. As he nibbled on her earlobe, he whispered “I say we both strip naked and the first one into the pool wins. GO!”

They both pulled back and frantically ripped off their clothing. They jumped into the pool at the exact same time. But when Jamie surfaced, she didn’t see CJ since it was dark out and the only light was coming from the waterfall over by the hot tub. At the same time as she felt CJ’s lips lock onto her neck, she felt his two strong hands come from behind her to grab onto her tits.

Jamie’s nipples were already cold from the unexpected temperature of the water, but CJ’s touch added to the sensation. “Oh God CJ!” Jamie moaned. One of CJ’s hands reached down to play with James’ clit while the other still fondled her boobs. James reached back to stroke his dick. Once again, CJ spun James around and lunged out to suck in one of her nipples, while rubbing the other one. His other hand went father down until he dipped a finger into Jamie’s tight pussy. James still had a hold of CJ’s cock and continued to pump it while she tried to hold back her moans.

“God James, you’re so wet!” CJ exclaimed. He thrust his finger in and out of Jamie while his thumb was running circles around her clit. James started to return CJ’s thrusts and she was soon on the brink of her first orgasm of the night. She cried out and her knees buckled, causing her to fall against CJ and almost pushing both of them fully into the water.

As Jamie regained her composure, she was once again aware that they were still in the pool. She looked up at CJ and whispered “Why don’t we take this upstairs to my bedroom.” They both climbed out of the pool and headed through the door and up the stairs, not bothering to stop to pick up any of their clothing or reach for a towel.

When they were finally into Jamie’s room, she was all over CJ in a seconds flash. She threw him onto the bed and climbed on top straddling his stomach. She leaned over and kissed him quickly on the mouth and started to work her way down his body. Her tongue flicked both of his nipples and trailed down towards his cock. Once she was there, she opened her mouth and sucked in the head. He let out a long moan once she did this, which boosted her confidence even more. She swirled her tongue around his head for a minute or so before going any further. At last, she went down and it seemed his entire shaft slipped down into her throat. She continued to bob up and down for what seemed like an eternity before he responded. “Oh James, if you keep that up any longer you’re going to get a mouth full of cum.”

“Well, I better stop then. I want you inside of me when you cum.”

“Are you sure James? I’m completely content with how we are. I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.”

“I’m positive. I’m ready.” And with that, CJ rolled Jamie over onto her back and reached for her draw where he knew she kept a couple condoms. “You don’t need those. The week I got back from visiting the campus, I went on the pill.” He looked her in the eye and gave her one more kiss before he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. Finally, he put it at her entrance and started to push.

Jamie let out a little moan. CJ pulled out a bit and started to push in a little farther. After doing this a couple times, he finally reached her maidenhead. He leaned down placed his lips onto hers at the same time as he jammed his dick deep into her cunt. “Aaaaahhhhhh. Ouch. Just wait a second CJ. Just wait.” A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. CJ couldn’t believe how tight and wet she was, and even though he wanted to pound her, he knew that it would hurt her even more. As much as her pussy throbbed, the pleasure took over the pain. She started to move her hips a little around CJ’s cock, and he got the idea. He slowly pulled out and in one smooth thrust, he was buried to the hilt. She let out a long moan, one that wasn’t pain, but mostly all pleasure. He continued his movements and she started to buck back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Pretty soon Jamie was crying out her orgasm and begging CJ to fuck her faster and harder. CJ obliged but only for a couple minutes before he started to feel the familiar signs of his own orgasm. “Oh God James, I’m about to cum.”

“Please CJ, cum inside me, please.”

“I love you so much James.”

“I love you too.” And with that, CJ gave one more hard thrust into James and shot his load deep inside of her pussy. The twitching of his cock only set Jamie off again. She screamed out that she was cumming and her whole body clenched down onto CJ’s dick and milked him dry. They eventually came down from their high, rolled onto their sides and fell asleep together with his dick still inside of Jamie.

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Game Night Ch. 01

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Our usual game night with Joe and Cindy was coming up in a few days when my wife Susan shocked me with playful flirty banter as I drove my hard cock into her sweet pussy, “mm… I wonder if Joe’s cock is as big as yours.” I nearly shot my load right there but she continued “I’ll bet Cindy shaves her pussy clean just like you like it.” That was it, I grunted loudly and felt her clamp down around my thrusting penis as we both came together as we often do.

We’ve always been pretty in tune when it came to our sex life. We often cum together or one of us will cum and that will trigger almost immediate orgasm from the other. We’ve also shared a number of our fantasies with each other and enjoyed the open and comfortable feeling of complete trust in the fact that we will not judge or criticize each other’s fantasies no matter what they might be. She has often said she would love to watch another woman suck on me before riding me hard as if she just needed my cock to survive. She’s also shared how it would be exciting to see me take a smaller woman and just fuck her as if she were just a tool for my pleasure. I’ve shared a few fantasies of mine with her as well. I’ve always wanted to see or share her with another man. I have bisexual curiosities that she knows about and sometimes indulges in the form of sexual banter talking about her sharing me with another man, talk of a strap-on to use on me etc. We have never made any of our fantasies real (yet) but we did enjoy using them to tease and please each other.

This seemed different though. She used specific names and they are close friends, not just vague acquaintances. We spent a decent amount of time with Joe and Cindy. Their kids were close to our kids ages and we saw them at almost every function as we travel in all the same circles and we’ve enjoyed game nights and double date nights with them frequently in the past. In fact they were probably the closest friends we have as a couple. That isn’t to say that I haven’t noticed that they are both very attractive people. Joe is about 6 ft tall with a muscular but not intimidating build and Cindy is about 5’4″ with light blonde hair and slender build with firm smaller breasts and slim legs and nearly perfect ass.

My wife and I are no models but we are attractive enough. I’m about 5’7″ with a fit build from hours at the gym and Susan is taller than me at about 5’9″ and twice as fit from twice as many hours in the gym. She has dark thick hair and large D sized breasts that she loves to have sucked and played with.

“What brought Joe and Cindy up?” I asked her after we untangled from each other.

“I know you look at her and probably him too.” She playfully replies.

“I won’t deny it but I didn’t think you looked at them like that.”

“Why shouldn’t I look at them like that? Joe is Hot. I do wonder if his cock is as fit as he is.”

“Susan! Wow this is a very sexy side of you I wish I had seen before.” My 8″ cock was stirring again from the thought of my sexy wife fantasizing so directly about another man’s manhood. She noticed the stirring and began to play with it gently, willing it back to life. As it thickened in her hand (she always said my thickness was the best part of my cock) she smiled and scooted closer as if to whisper to me.

“Cindy and I were talking once how they have some of the same fantasies as we do. Their sex life sounds identical to ours. I don’t know if Joe is curious like you are but I do know he wants to try a full swing with Cindy. That’s what brought it up she asked me if I could believe it and what would I say etc… She was really worked up about it but I could tell she was also turned on by it. So I shared bits of our fantasies to put her at ease and we talked about some interesting topics.”

“Do continue.” I pleaded as she continued to stroke my now hard cock. I didn’t care if she continued the story, the stroking or both as long as she continued at least one of them.

“That was it really but it made me think of them in a new light, or should I say in a NUDE light.” She laughed at this and bent down to take my cock in her mouth. This wasn’t usual for her; usually once she had cum we were done for a while at least. For her to be sucking me so soon after sex meant the conversation with Cindy and retelling it turned her on more than she was saying. Who was I to complain? She continued her banter about Joe and Cindy as she sat up and began riding me. I didn’t think I could cum again so soon but between her talk of the things she would do with Joe and Cindy and the sensations of her pussy working my Antep Escort Bayan cock I was close again and she knew it. Arching her back to thrust out her beautiful big tits she worked me hard and more purposefully. Then she decided it was time as she moaned out “You are gonna lick Joe’s cum out of me while Cindy rides your cock just like this!” With that she ground down on me hard and came hard as I released into her again.

It had been a few days since that encounter and even outside the bedroom the playful banter about Joe and Cindy had continued on and off until we were both unusually nervous about game night. There was no plan or expectation that anything would really happen. It was all fantasy and foreplay and talk, wasn’t it? I’m not sure either of us was sure about anything that night. We did both admit to each other that we were strangely nervous as they pulled into the driveway.

As with most game nights or date nights with Joe and Cindy our kids were at my mother in laws house for the night and their kids were spending the night at one of Joe’s or Cindy’s parents house as well. It was always just easier to relax and have a good time if we were worrying about the kids and babysitters and everything else.

Joe and Cindy came in as they usually do with a bottle of wine to share, hugs between the women, a hand shake for Joe and I and thus game night began. We played a variety of games on these nights and often brought new games to try with each other. Tonight there were no new games and after a game of Scrabble and some card games it was apparent that this was one of our most boring game nights ever.

I think we all knew why it was a slow game night. There was an elephant in the room that we were all trying to ignore. At least until Susan casually brought it up:”So how are things between you two now?” She isn’t always the most subtle person.

Cindy seemed a little shocked as Joe smiled and sat back. “Susan! What do you mean by that?” she asked.

“I know you probably talked to Joe about our conversation the other day so I wondered how things were between you. You know from the conversation that Gregg and I are pretty open minded and non-judgmental so rather than ruin game night I thought I would just ask.”

“Things are fine, they are good.” Cindy replied as she turned a little red. Joe just smiled a little bigger as he leaned back and watched his wife try to hide her embarrassment.

I thought I would pipe in to see if Joe would say more. “I’ll be things are ‘Good’ based on her reaction eh Joe?”

“Things are Fine. Things are very good.” Joe replied with a different inflection on the words fine and good, and the added word very said a lot. Now Cindy was really red and couldn’t look at any of us. Susan was smiling and enjoying her friends’ shame a little too much it seemed.

“Cindy if you want to talk about this in private for a minute we can go refresh everyone’s drinks in the kitchen. Maybe we should step away and start tonight over.” Susan pushed away from the table and went into the kitchen without waiting for a reply. Cindy did eventually follow her but there seemed to be a quick look of some meaning between her and Joe as she left.

I don’t know what transpired in that kitchen while the girls were gone and Joe and I didn’t really say much while they were gone but when they came back they both had big smiles and seemed as if nothing had even happened. Cindy especially seemed fine. She walked right up to Joe and kissed him gently on the cheek before sitting back down at the table.

“We are going to play Strip High Card” Susan announces in her very direct way that offers no room for discussion or debate.

“Really?” was all Joe or I could muster in the way of protest. Neither of us disliked the idea and I could see him sit up straighter and look directly at Susan with new interest. I too adjusted in my seat glancing from Susan to Cindy in anticipation.

“Everyone will be dealt one card, the loser is the person with the lowest card and they have to remove a piece of clothing. Once you’ve lost it it’s gone, no winning it back. Once you are naked you play for Truth or Dares until everyone is naked or the game is over for some other reason.” Susan had really thought this out ahead of time I think. Cindy was still just smiling although you could see each of us getting a little more nervous as the first hand was dealt.

I had a 10 of hearts, Susan a Jack, Joe had a 5 and Cindy was the last to reveal her card. She had an Ace. Laughing she looked at Joe and I’m sure she was relieved she wasn’t the first to start stripping. Joe had already kicked off his shoes earlier in the evening so the socks came next.

Next hand, I had an 8, Susan had a 4, Joe revealed his Jack and Cindy had an 8 like me. Again relieved she watched as Susan (not wearing any shoes or socks) pulled her sweater over her head revealing a tank top that did nothing to hide her Black Bra and the beautiful breasts it struggled to contain. Cindy looked away but Joe simply smiled.

Round 3, I had a 3 (looking bad for me), Susan had a 9, Joe had a 7 and Cindy (always the last to reveal her card) turned another Ace. My turn to lose my socks although Susan made sure to express her disappointment I didn’t go for something more revealing.

Round 4, I had a Jack, Susan had a 6, Joe had a Queen and Cindy also got a 6. Our first Tie and we all looked at Susan for a ruling as this was her idea. She simply looked at Cindy and said “We Lost, Lose something” as she pulled her tank top over her head leaving her in a Black Bra and jeans. Cindy sighed at first and then realized that she wasn’t wearing sock or a sweater like Susan, her button down blouse was the only layer between her and her lacey bra that she was now forced to reveal. As she slowly unbuttoned her blouse Joe chimed in with a mocking version of an old burlesque strip song to which she blushed and shot him a look. Cindy’s skin was flawless under that blouse and the white lacey bra she wore was simple yet sexy although not revealing at all.

Round 5 woke me from my stare as did Susan’s gentle caress of my leg under the table and I found I had a 3 and lost this round. I pulled my T-Shirt over my head and threw it on the growing pile of clothes. As I said I am no Greek god but I do work out so I imagine I am not un-attractive so I hoped there would be appreciative glances from our friends.

Round 6 was another Losing round for Susan leaving her in nothing but Panties and Bra and I was feeling my jeans get tighter seeing her almost naked in front of our friends. Finally Joe lost again with a 5 in round 7 and removed his shirt. He is more fit than I am at least in the way he looked and I could tell Susan appreciated it.

Round 8 I lost again now down to just my Boxer briefs and wondering if Cindy or Susan might back out. I hoped my erection wasn’t too obvious but at the same time I almost wanted to lose round 9 just to let it free. Much to my disappointment Joe lost round 9 and we all discovered that his plain boxers would make a very nice tent in the rain. Based on the tent he was probably a little longer than me but the thickness was hard to determine.

Round 10 I lost again and I jokingly asked if Susan (who had been dealing the whole time) had stacked the deck to which she replied “If I were Joe would be naked already, you I’ve seen.” We all laughed but we all looked to Cindy to judge the sincerity of her laugh. She seemed at ease so Round 11 was dealt. Cindy Lost again and much to our surprise decided to remove her bra instead of her jeans. I was of course thrilled to see her perky probably small B or large A cup breasts standing proudly out for us and also noticed I licked my lips a little at the sight of her hardening nipples.

Susan finally lost again in round 12 and removed her bra and although they aren’t as perky as Cindy’s I could see both Joe and Cindy staring at them with a definite longing in their eyes. Susan snapped her fingers over her head to get everyone’s (including me I must admit) attention off of her big breasts long enough to deal round 13. Lucky 13 is when it started to get interesting because that is the round I became naked and therefore playing for Truth or Dare’s.

Truthfully I was glad to finally let my nearly hard cock free and the submissive in me hoped for good dares but I feigned disappointment and I was also genuinely a little anxious. Luckily round 14 gave me relief as Cindy lost again and was forced to remove her jeans which also revealed why she had chose to lose her top and bra so early. The panties she had on could barely be called clothes. They were nearly transparent mesh, they were tiny and they were a G-string style showing her perfect ass beautifully. Susan whistled her approval and Joe and I exchanged glances and a few short comments about how lucky he was and I was and so on.

Round 15 (my lucky number 15) became the first truth or dare as I lost with a pitiful 2. I started to opt for a truth just to ease into things when Susan cut in “The High card gets to pick Truth or Dare and is in Charge of that Truth or Dare.” I would have protested especially if she had the high card as it seemed she was setting rules in mid stream but Cindy had the high card so Susan wasn’t trying to help herself with this new rule.

Cindy blushed “Since you were going to pick truth I am going to make you do a dare,” everyone laughed “Stand up and stroke yourself while we all watch”

Again Susan the rule maker chimed in “Dare’s are for 60 seconds unless otherwise stated in the dare.” It was my turn to blush a little as I stood up and slowly reach down and start stroking my shaved cock and balls for our friends to see. Apparently Cindy liked what she saw because she watched intently and almost sub-consciously started to tease one of her nipples while biting her lip. I admit it was a turn on to be in this situation so I was very hard by the time Susan called time.

I almost couldn’t stop but forced myself to put my hands on the table and sit down for the next round. The next round would either see me do another truth or dare or it would see another player naked although Cindy’s G-string was so barely there anyway it seemed like she already was naked. Cindy lost this round and made it official. She removed the g-string and much to our delight her smooth shaved pussy lips were finally proudly on display.

I made an involuntary moan of approval to which she said thank you with a teasing little curtsy and sat down. I lost the next round although at this point it could have easily been considered winning and Joe had the high card so he decided to have me share a Truth. “What sexual act do you most want to try and never have had the chance?” Oh boy. I wonder if Susan told Cindy about my bi-curiosity and if she told Joe. Well I hoped my response wouldn’t shock or offend our friends but it was Truth or Dare and I have always been a terrible liar.

“I hope this doesn’t shock anyone, I know Susan already knows this but You guys, don’t take this wrong and you especially Joe, don’t freak out, please… but I have always wanted to find out what it would be like to exchange blow-jobs with another man.”

Everything went silent for a minute as we waited for Cindy and especially Joe’s reaction. It seemed like an eternity before he smiled and said “Cindy mentioned she thought you were REALLY open minded.” And with a laugh we all relaxed again and Susan dealt the next hand.

Susan lost the next round and proudly removed her panties showing off her nicely trimmed bus and shaved pussy lips. If I didn’t know any better I would think she had groomed just for this possibility but if anything I was only glad she did. She was sexy as hell and I loved showing her off. Joe was the only person left with clothes on but Susan lost the next round and was at the mercy of Joe’s winning King (I could make easy innuendos about Joe’s ‘King’ but I’ll leave that for the reader).

“As a gesture of good sportsmanship and all that,” Joe said with a big smile and a lot of show, “Susan’s Dare is to come over here and remove my boxers. It’s not fair that I be the only one with clothes on.” Cindy shot me a shy glance as Susan smiled almost as big as Joe. She stood and slowly walked over to Joe’s chair and reminded everyone of the 60 second rule. She walked like she was a professional stripper seducing a customer in a lap dance chair and it was hot. She leaned in close to Joe with her breasts hanging right in front of his face and used one single finger on his chin to direct him to stand. She looked up at him with a sexy grin as she ran her hands down each side of his chest gently resting on the waist band of his boxers. He took a sharp intake of breath as she brought her hands back up to his shoulders and then slide down his body dragging her big sexy tits down his chest, stomach and across his now hard cock. As her head got closer she gave little kisses to his abdomen and the waist band but did not go further as she glanced at Cindy to gauge her reaction.

Cindy was lost in another world watching the scene. Her hand was back at her nipple pinching and pulling much harder now than before and she squirmed a little in her chair. Susan’s hands dragged down Joe’s body back to the waist band and her fingers slowly curled underneath and began dragging his boxers down as they went. We all watched as Joe’s manhood sprang free almost hitting Susan in the face and I was licking my lips wishing she would lick and suck him. As his boxers reached his knees Susan glanced over her shoulder and quickly stood up turned and over her shoulder said “Time” to a speechless Joe.

That was it, we were all naked and I asked Susan if she intended to continue the game to which she simply said “That depends, does everyone want to keep playing?”

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