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“I fear him. He has never been a violent man but, were he to discover my secrets I fear his anger would know no bounds. His manhood threatened would be intolerable to him. We must remain cautious until I return to the Capital and to you, my love. S delivered your letter to me. You cannot know how it lifted my spirits.”

“Oh, George. Were you a bit of a kinkster?” Leather straps dangled from the bed’s frame.

“I don’t think so.” Polly looked at me with a question in her eyes. “It was not uncommon for an insane relative to be held captive, hidden from public gaze. I reckon that’s what this could be.”

“Of course. Clever you. I wonder who it was. I like my version better though.”

“That is going to make this story special if I can find out.”

I’d done a fair bit of genealogical work over the years researching different subjects and so I got to work on Gurnard, my attention somewhat distracted from the house and tunnel. They could wait. If this was as it might seem, then the story could be something very special indeed.

Back in the office, I changed out of my work clothes and back into my dress, cursing that I had chosen a long one that buttoned down the back to the waist. Who designs these things? They must have arms five feet long. It looked good though, so I put up with it.

Polly had reached a critical stage in the restoration of her beloved Amati violin so I didn’t see her again that day, except for a brief cup of coffee late in the afternoon. I went through the notes that I’d made while I’d been waiting for Erin, my publisher, to confirm the commission. Part of the natural preparation for a biographical history is the subject’s background and family.

Harry Gurnard was born in 1803, in the reign of George III. His father, also Harry, was a blacksmith, his mother, Dahlia, a seamstress. Harry was the last of seven children of whom only two reached adulthood. Infant and child mortality was exceedingly high in those times. His surviving brother, George (named, in all probability after the King) was the first born. Both brothers had, it appeared, worked in the family business but there had been early evidence of precocity in Harry. At the age of 11, with no formal schooling, he had built a clock from the metals that abounded in his father’s forge. At 13 he’d designed and built a small bridge to span the mill stream that supplied some power to the forge. He went on at incredible speed to develop his skills, studying at one time, with one of the Georgians’ most famous engineers. The railway madness that followed the first viable steam locomotive’s development meant that engineers were in great demand and Harry became a much respected if not always easy man. His arrogance enraged investors but his skills were beyond doubt and he turned his hand, like so many of his contemporaries to a variety of engineering projects, including canals, railways, bridges and tunnels. By 1826 he was a wealthy man, with a residence in London and, in 1828 he married Isabella Larkin, the daughter of a minor diplomat. So, the farrier’s son had certainly moved up in the world.

He was commissioned to build the canal that is the subject of this story in 1837, the year Queen Victoria ascended to the throne. In 1840 he went about the construction of the tunnel that was to become the Victoria Tunnel and that year the construction of Polly’s house began. I’d recorded that he and Isabella had no offspring. Infertility in both men and women was far from uncommon so it could have been that either of them was unable to produce children. It certainly would never have been a matter of discussion in those prudish, repressed days.

I’d never bothered up to this point to locate Isabella’s death certificate so I made a note to find it if I could. I knew she had died in 1846, shortly before the tunnel was opened, so they had probably been living in this house at the time. The local Parish Church might have some information I made more and more notes as potential avenues of enquiry opened up. I’d got lost in the research, excited by having found the anomalous cellar room so early in the project. I was in a sort of heaven of discovery and hadn’t heard Polly come into the office. It was when I felt her undoing the buttons on the back of my dress that I became aware she was there.

“Do you realise it’s 9 o’clock?” Her hands parted the back of my dress and her hand ran down my spine. Her lips followed. “Are you hungry?”

The thought of food had not entered my head. The touch of her fingers and lips aroused another type of hunger though and I allowed myself to savour the sensations as they gently caressed my skin.

Polly was naked. She sat on my desk, directly in front of me and opened her legs. “Take your dress down.” I pulled it down to reveal my breasts and she put a finger directly above her cunt. “Hungry?” she asked again.

“I am now.” I leaned to her, taking her in with my eyes then moving closer and barely touching her with the tip of my tongue. I let it lie there, motionless, for a while before licking her, my hands resolutely in my lap. I kissed her wild thicket of hair, loved diyarbakır escort the luxurious nature of it as my tongue parted it to expose her. She flowered as my tongue became firmer, more urgent. Her fingers scraped my scalp and she emitted little mewling sounds as my ministrations became ever more intimate, ever more intrusive. Then I moved my hands to her knees and stroked up her long thighs as my tongue discovered and uncovered her clitoris. I flicked it, caressed it and, as my finger curled into her, she started to tighten her grip in my hair. I eased off a bit, slowing, and letting my finger just rest inside her until her fingers loosened then I got back to work in earnest and, with a bellow, she came. Technique is everything .

I stayed the night so she could feed me then fuck me. I never did get to sleep in the bedroom she had prepared for me. Joy.

Over the next few weeks a picture of Harry and Isabella began to develop. I found her death certificate – heart failure. Well, I thought, heart failure covers a lot of things. I found the name of the Doctor who had signed it. Doctor Horace Martin had practiced in Blackorchard, the village nearest to the house. I found a number of references to his having treated some of the tunnel workers in their frequent accidents. He was always paid by the canal company and,I imagine, it was lucrative work.

I traced his family. The sole surviving member was a woman who lived in Oxford so I decided to pay her a visit. Mrs Emily Tufnell was a childless widow living in a rather grand house on the banks of the Thames. She was happy to meet me. I asked her if she knew anything of her thrice-great grandfather.

“For a practitioner in small country village he became unusually wealthy. It may have been inheritance but I don’t know. He earned a lot, apparently, from the canal company, there were so many accidents and he treated most of them.”?

She knew this, apparently, because her father, also a Doctor, Reginald Tufnell, had done some research into his forbears and had amassed quite a lot of information. Dr Martin had become a magistrate, an MP and governor of a local school so he was a man of substance and influence. Did her father’s research still exist?

“Yes, dear. It’s all held by the Royal College of General Practitioners.” I had tea with her, served as it might have been in the 1920s. Small cakes, cucumber sandwiches, the works. She was a lovely but lonely woman who talked as if she hadn’t had a conversation for twenty years. But, while I was there, she wrote me a letter of introduction to the college authorising me to view her father’s work.

I finally got away late that evening and drove home, my mind buzzing.

The following morning I called the college and made an appointment to see the archivist, Dr Ruth Beckett. She couldn’t fit me in quickly, so I agree to a meeting in a few weeks and sent her a copy of Mrs Tufnell’s letter and a brief note about what I was researching.

While waiting, I reverted to my daily routine of going to Polly’s house and working there. I was doing all I could to find out more about Isabella. I’d always been surprised how little of Harry’s paperwork had survived. He’d died suddenly and somewhat ironically. One of his last commissions had been the design of a large station not that far away from the house. It served a part of the Somerset coal fields as well as providing for passengers and livestock. Now a visitor centre and relating mainly to the mining and farming of the area it had a huge archive and, with a bit of calling and emailing, I managed to get in to have a look through the material.

Jonathan Porter, the curator, was a delight. He was about 75 but sprightly and hugely enthusiastic. He told me that he knew a bit about Gurnard, including that he’d had an office in the station during its development. Nobody had ever had a chance to do much with it, let alone catalogue it, but I’d be welcome to have a trawl through all he had. Despite his age, Jonathan was still a ladies man and rather flirtatious. I confess to having shamelessly exploited that.

The documents were in a large store, covered in dust and cobwebs and other detritus that, I strongly suspected, included bat shit and worse. Nonetheless, latex-gloved, booted and boiler-suited, I had a determined search through it.

Harry had died during the station’s final month of building when a large steel joist had fallen on his head. He was killed instantly. The engineer who replaced him had most of his possessions put into the store and they had never seen the light of day more than a couple of times since.

Gold dust. I almost whooped. I had found a large leather case that had the initials IG stamped on it. Isabella Gurnard? Surely it had to be. I opened it and it was full of papers, mostly letters.

“My Dearest,

Your absence from London is a constant ache in my heart. When might you return? I am grateful to S for helping us to communicate, but a letter is scant recompense for an absence of your physical presence. I know we have to be discreet but I long to declare edirne escort my love for you from the rooftops, promenade with you along the Embankment and let everyone see how much joy you bring me.”

Letters like this were among a whole load of others from dressmakers and family members but, unlike those others, were neither dated not signed. Nor was there ever an address on them which, in those days, was highly unusual It was obvious Isabella was having an affaire but who her secret lover was remained a mystery. A liaison of that sort in that era would have been scandalous in the society in which the Gurnards moved and so it was no surprise, if incredibly frustrating, that I could not identify the lover. Who could he have been?

Jonathan allowed me to take anything I wanted away with me so I could work in greater comfort, with an absolute guarantee that I”d both catalogue them and return them when my work was done.

Triumphant, if mutedly so, I returned that evening to Polly’s house. I spread the letters out on one of the long trestle tables in the office and started to catalogue. With nothing else to guide me, i made a working assumption that the letters that had dates would give me a timeframe for the love letters that were interspersed among them. So, for example, a letter from a milliner dated 3 August 1842 followed by a demand for payment from a grocer dated 12 August were either side of one of the lover’s passionate letters. Reasonable then to assume the love letter was somewhere between those dates? I worked late into the night, once more fired up with excitement.

Polly had to drag me away from my work at almost midnight. She’d brought me a sandwich and wine earlier that I had totally ignored.

She led me up to her bedroom, stripped me and took me into her shower. A combination of hunger, hard work, concentration and excitement had exhausted me and, dried and dressed in a pair of her lovely silk pyjamas, I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

The following morning, a Saturday, I woke to discover Polly kissing my forehead. “A day off today, Polly’s orders and no argument.”

“But Pol, it’s just so fascinating. I can’t leave it.”?

“If you don’t do as I tell you, I will tie you to the bed.”

“Oh, Polly. Are you a bit of a kinkster?” My words mirrored hers when we had found the straps on the bed in the cellar.

“As it happens, rather more than a bit, so don’t provoke me or you’ll find out.”

She’d brought me tea and, as I sat up to drink it, she stripped off her robe and slipped into the bed next to me. “The way I see it is your research is going well. Today we are going to take a drive out into the country and enjoy a picnic in a spot I know and love. If you need a change of clothes we’ll go past your flat. You can stay here tonight and, if you’re very good, I will have my very wicked way with you. Are you going to be good?”?

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

The picnic spot was idyllic. A small river gurgled past us as we sat on a rug and ate smoked salmon and horseradish sandwiches washed down wth a crisp Chablis.

“Take your knickers off and give them to me.”?

“What makes you think I am wearing any?”

“Because, Cass, I caught a glimpse of them earlier. Do as I say.”

“Pervert.” But I took them off and handed them to her.

She stuffed them in the pocket of her jeans. “Now lift your skirt up.” I did. “Excellent. A little obedience goes a long way. Now, tell me where you are with Harry and Isabella.”

So, I did. I brought her up to speed about the letters, the Doctor and tried to give her a feel of what I”d discovered so far. As I reported my progress, her hand slid up my thigh and she stroked me, never once looking around to see if anyone might be passing.

It was a cocker spaniel that ended that little passage of delight. I’m quite fond of dogs but, well, their appearance tends to suggest a human companion is not far away and even Polly was unwilling to let our activities be observed, so, as she withdrew her hand, she pulled my skirt down to a more respectable position.

Having gathered up the remnants of our picnic, we walked back to the car and drove back to her house.

It was, by this time, about 7pm and we went out into her garden with a bottle of red and a couple of glasses. “When are you seeing the Royal College archivist?” I told her. “Can I come with you? We could stay the night in an hotel and have a nice meal. I dont mean that I’ll come to the college, just make a day of it. I can see a few friends during the day. Also, make a night of it.” She grinned.

“That would be great but,” I hesitated.

“But what?”

“If we’re going to make a night of it, shouldn’t we do some practice first?” As I said this, I lifted my skirt to remind her that my knickers were still in her pocket.

“Oh, you are such a tart.” She took my hand and we made our way back into the house and up the stairs. Once in the bedroom she told me to stand, facing the wall and wait. The first thing that happened was her placing a silk scarf around may edirne escort bayan eyes and tying it behind my head. She whispered in my ear, “Oh, Cass, are we a couple of kinksters?” I sniggered. She licked my neck. “Now, be quiet and wait.”

I heard rustling and recognised the sound of a zip being undone, of shoes being removed, a drawer opening and closing. I wanted to see but, obviously, couldn’t. The next thing I knew was that Polly was behind me again, her arms around me and undoing my blouse. With her lips touching my shoulder, she opened the louse and her fingers began playing with my nipples. “You have lovely little tits.” A gentle squeeze of my left nipple. “Perky little beauties.” A less gentle squeeze of the right. As she held one nipple between her fingertips, her other hand went under my skirt and stroked my cunt.

“Only bad women get as wet as this.”

“Is it bad to be bad?”

“Shocking.” As she said that, I felt the tip of her strapon, too small to be her feeldoe, at my cunt. Before she pushed it into me she withdrew it and I felt a cold, slippery sensation at my arse. “Bad girls take it here, don’t they?” I wasn’t shocked exactly, but it wasn’t something I’d been expecting, nor had I had anything bigger than a finger there before. “Don’t they?” she repeated, louder and at the sam time, giving my nipple a firm pinch with her fingernails.

“Yes, Polly.”

“Good.” Quietly, she whispered, “Have you had this before.”

“Only a finger.”

“I wont hurt you.” She pulled my hips back and pushed hers forwards and I felt the dildo opening me, stretching me. “Just relax, I promise you’ll be fine.” I tried and breathed deeply and felt it pushing, hurting a little but not dreadfully and then, my god, she was in me and moving her hips gently and slowly. As I got used to it, she got a little faster, whispering encouragement.

‘There, you see. Feel it inside you. and, when I do this,” ‘this’ was stroking my clit, “it starts to feel really good, doesn’t it?” I agreed because, well, because it did. “We’ll teach your arse to love me, Cass. Give it up to me now, let me have it.”

I don’t know now, didn’t know then, if it was the penetration or the finger on my clit or the nails on my nipples but, after I don’t know how long, I started to moan with pleasure and she whispered again, “Ask me to let you cum.”

Well, I thought, I’ve never had to ask permission before, but, if it does it for her I will when I’m there. She got faster and rough without actually hurting me at all and it all started to boil over and, in fact, it sort of took my breath away and I forgot to ask because, it was so sudden, so extraordinary.

She held me through it, kissing my shoulder and neck. She stayed inside me after it had blown me away for a few minutes or so it seemed. Then she slowly withdrew and I felt open and vulnerable when she was out. Turning me round, she kissed my mouth, hard and lingering.

“Next time I tell you to ask, ask.”

“Yes, Polly. I’m sorry…” I didn’t get any more out because she kissed me again.

I watched as she unstrapped herself and clambered on the bed, sitting, her knees up, legs apart and with her back to the headboard. “My turn. Tongue only.”

Well, what’s a girl supposed to do, argue?

Dr Ruth Beckett wasn’t by any means the stereotypical archivist. She was about my age, tall, long-haired and quite striking if not beautiful. She was wearing jeans and a white cotton blouse with flat shoes and was still three or four inches taller than I. We had coffee which was surprisingly good.

“I’ve got all Dr Tufnell’s research in a room downstairs. ‘m afraid you cant take anything away but you can make notes and copy anything you want. My secretary, Beth, will help you. Whatever material of ours you use you’ll need to ask formally for permission but you can be sure it’ll be granted. You can use the office downstairs for as long as you like, but it might take you a while, there’s quite a lot of material.

As it happened, Polly had been unable to come with me so I”d booked into a small hotel nearby for the night. Ruth led me to meet her secretary, then to the office I was to use. The material was all spread out on a long table along one wall and, I thought, shit, this is more than I’d hoped for. Ruth showed me the catalogue and I was impressed. That was going to save me hours.

And then I was alone. I hung my coat on the rack in the corner by the door, sat down at the desk and started on the catalogue.

I found mention of the records relating to Isabella Gurnard. There were two records, one maintained by Dr Martin, the doctor who had treated her and one which was more of a resume of those records prepared by Dr Tufnell. I found the latter first.

Tufnell could have been an historian. Here’s an extract.

“Henry Gurnard had, I suspect, a rather inappropriate relationship with Martin. Injuries among the tunnellers were frequent and often nasty. Judging from the substantial amounts paid by the company to Martin, he was the doctor of choice and not, I suspect, because of his clinical excellence. Many of Martin’s records suggest injuries, and most particularly deaths, were not a result of poor working practice by the management but occasioned by the workers’ carelessness or failure to abide by working rules. The same applied to diseases which were brought about through the appalling conditions the men worked in.

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We woke on our third day in Hawaii excited for our hike up the Diamond head trail. a challenging climb, on the Oahu hiking trail, to reach the 760-foot summit. There are some steep sections including narrow stairs, the hike is a glimpse into the geological and military history of Diamond Head. A concrete walkway built to reduce erosion shifts to a natural tuff surface about 0.2 mile up the trail with many switchbacks traversing the steep slope of the crater interior. The ascent continues up steep stairs and through a lighted 225-foot tunnel to enter the Fire Control Station completed in 1911. The Diamond Head trail itself was originally built in 1908 by the US Army, and used for many decades as part of the Fort Rugur military base. Artillery cannons, cement bunkers and an observation deck were built on the summit of the Diamond Head Crater. Today Diamond Head has been turned into a state national park.

This broad, saucer-shaped crater was formed about 300,000 years ago during a single, explosive eruption that sent ash and fine particles in the air. As these materials settled, they cemented together into a rock called tuff, creating the crater, and which is visible from the trail in the park. Most of the vegetation and birds were introduced in the late 1800s to early ordu escort 1900s.

Annette and I began our hike up the Diamond Head trail on the west side of the crater, we ascended slowly up a sidewalk path, holding hands, witched turned into a switchback rock pathway with allot of loose rocks. At the first lookout, we took a moment to catch our breath and enjoy some beautiful ocean views.

The next section of our Diamond Head hike involved narrow long stairs, lots of stairs! Watching Annette’s tight little ass in her brown hiking shorts has I climbed the stairs behind her. This climb up the stairs lead us to a lit tunnel that we needed to pass through.

Alone inside the 225 foot tunnel we stopped again kissing sweetly for a few minutes before preceding on thru the tunnel. As we exited the tunnel, we saw a double headed painted arrow on the wall pointing two ways to the top. Turn left and it’s a long path with a series of stairs leading to the top platform, turn right and it’s a steep straight shot up.

The steps lead us straight up to an old military bunker room with a spiral staircase leading up to the top. That’s right, more stairs, The spiral staircase added another layer of mystery, sense of adventure to this amazing Oahu osmaniye escort hike. An amazing view of the Diamond Head Crater, and the coastline leading down to the Koko Crater.

The gorgeous 360-degree views from the viewing deck was breathtaking and not just because we were out of breath from climbing all those stairs, but because of the panoramic views of Waikiki to Waianae, the vast Pacific Ocean seemed never ending, the Ko’olau Mountains, the eastern view reaching out to the Koko Head Crater.

In that beautiful place I took Annette too, sharing a tender moment, I asked her the question I brought her to Hawaii for and without hesitation she said yes. Embracing in endless love on top or the world of course consummation would have to wait till after the long hike back down.

Finally back at our hotel room, her naked body glistening with her sweet sweat, we climbed into the shower together. Soaping and washing our tight little bodies, Annette dropped to her knees, the hot water tingling my back. I starred down at her on her knees, her sweet butterfly tattoo, het wet blonde hair, she is gorgeous.

Her long tongue exploring my wet cunt, pleasure encompassing me, the sights and views of a spectacular day with the woman I sinop escort would soon marry. Annette giving me the gift of another shattering orgasm, my knees weak, screaming with sounds of delight.

Dressed in white sundresses, walking barefoot, hand in hand, through the sanding beach. Approaching the minister standing under a white canopy, sunsetting into the ocean, flowered lays around our necks. Reaching the alter we joined hands staring in each others eyes. The crowd there chanting “Oli Aloha,” a chant meant to prepare the space for blessings and to welcome the happy couple and their guests.

The minister said these words, “This is the sight for which you have longed. Now that you have come, Love has come with the two of you. There was a seeking of a loved one, now she is found a mate is found. Someone with whom to share the joys and sorrows and the warmth of your love. Love has made a plea that you are to become united here in Hawaii. Hawaii is a perch, a perch in the Heavens. You two are now to become one for the day is here at last: You are to be wed.”

I gave my vows to Annette “`A`ohe loa i ka hana a ke aloha, Ua ola loko i ke aloha. He kehau ho`oma`ema`e keAloha Aku No, Aloha Mai No” (Distance is ignored by love, Love is like a cleansing dew, I give my love to you, you give your love to me.)

slipping a white gold wedding ring on her finger.

Tears in Annette’s eyes, kissing my beautiful bride, my hands on her soft face. Running into the ocean holding hands, pulling off our white sundresses, making sweet love, wife and wife.

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“Tyler.” He is holding out a hand. He is standing right in front of me.

I had no idea he was going to stop where he did. There was this flash of beefy legs going from left to right, and then, well, he stopped. I slowly looked up from the book was reading. I always bring a book to the laundromat to pass the time…and to not look so lonely. For a split second I take him in. It only takes the mind that long to make a snap judgment about someone. Besides, the view from his bulge to his face, and that friendly smile, well…Zach.

The bench is wide enough for three people, and I’m on the left side. Tyler sits down. Close. It’s disarming that a guy can be so open and unafraid. His bare leg is touching my jeans. His left hand is resting on the back of the bench, right behind my back, and I can feel it there. I have no place to move. Not even if I wanted to.

“Watcha reading?”

With my head turned to the right to face him, I am lost in his gaze. Manly stubble, open mouth, nice teeth, cute nose, earlobes – really like earlobes – and though not quite a true ginger, there is enough red in his hair to start the blood flowing down there. Which makes me muddleheaded for a moment…What?

“The book – what is it? I’m a reader too, mostly true stories.”

Oh…what kind?

“Gay ones.” His eyes widen a bit and as his pupils dilate, I can see into his thoughts.

Oh, I…uhh…yeah. This is a book about keeping body and mind in top shape. A guys book. Holding the book up so he can see it, Tyler reaches out and takes it, like it was offered to him. I suddenly feel exposed, not just because of the rise in my jeans. I no longer have a prop; and don’t know what to do with my hands. I fold my hands over my crotch. I am mouth breathing. Nervous habit.

“Sweet. You follow any of these tips?” His look is friendly, yet there is a hint of something more in his face and his tone.

Sure, the grooming ones are easy. It’s the relationship ones that can be a challenge! I rise to the challenge myself and throw a card into the game. Tyler purses his lips, and just nods. The buzzer on the dryer goes off. Damn. I jump up and head for it with my basket. He follows.

“Red bikini briefs! Nice!”

Blushing sucks. Yeah, you know, gotta give the ‘boys’ some support! I…I feel uncomfortable. I like him. Instead of folding everything the way I usually do, I just throw it all into the basket and turn to leave. I quickly turn back for a moment. Nice to talk with you, Tyler. Maybe…

He really is cute. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Tyler is cute. His open mouthed grin is so damn inviting. I clutch the basket under my arm and head out the door. It only takes five minutes to drive to my place. It’s close. So close.

Ring…ringggg. Yes?

“It’s Tyler!”

Hi! My heart is racing. Wait. How did you…

“Your book – you left it with me on the bench. Found a letter in it with your return address, so here I am. Oh, I mailed it for you.”

I push the buzzer. Come on in, man, I live on the second floor. A frantic glance around my apartment and I race to pick up a few stray things and chuck them into a closet. As I close the closet door, he knocks. Be right there!

“Hey!”

Come on in, man. Thanks for the book…and…

“I know. It’s okay. Gotta pee real bad. Over there?”

Yeah, first door on the right. The seat escort bostancı hits the tank. His stream sounds like a race horse. The flush. The sink. At least he is clean. Tyler, the clean and very hot guy I just met in the laundromat, is now in my apartment. On my mind. And the day is still young!

“Thanks. Been holding it in since we met. Mind if I sit a minute? Got a sore foot.”

Before I can say anything, He plops down on the couch and man spreads. The one foot is hoisted onto his other knee, and off goes that shoe.

“Got a sliver yesterday barefoot on a buddies deck. Thought I got it all, but its hard to see.”

I know what your thinking. Tyler is baiting me. I hesitate until I see the slightly red and swollen mark just under his arch. I have a really good tweezers, Tyler, that’ll be out fast. The bathroom. It has his scent. I pause and breathe it in, deep as I can.

Sitting on a chair as close as I can get, it only takes a moment to pluck the bit of wood from his foot. i squeeze some antibiotic cream on a band-aid and place it over the area. I could just look him in the face now, but why waste the opportunity. I slowly gaze at his body, starting with the large muscular calf of his leg. Wisps of reddish brown hair float on the tight skin of his thick thigh. Tight shorts would show a better bulge, but his loose ones tent at the hem and…commando! Just enough of a view to put a check mark on the list – crotch hair.

“Hey, thanks. Feels a lot better. Look, I would like to see you again, but I have a date for dinner, so I need to get going.”

Oh. Okay. Sure.

“Not like that.” His smile lifts me again. “It’s my sister – she’s in town for the weekend and we like to catch up.”

Blushing again. I can feel the heat redden my face.

“I know. It’s okay. What’s your number?”

My what?

“Your number – cell number!”

He puts me in his contacts. I do the same. He turns to face me before heading out the door. No toothy grin this time, just a Mona Lisa smile. His eyes penetrate mine; and my soul is his to see. He turns again and leaves. I feel good. Very good.

I’ve dated before. Not much to tell. The guys were usually either into a hookup, or they showed their emotional fangs before too long. I really wanted Tyler to call me. His vibe seemed to fit. We had met at the laundry on Sunday around noon. As I was headed to my car for work on Tuesday morning, my phone rang. Tyler.

“Hey. Are you busy tonight?”

Gotta food shop. Is there a plan? He chuckles.

“Food it is. I can pick you up at five thirty. Is that good?”

So Tyler is both flexible and polite. He may have had another plan. Picking me up is a nice gesture; and also a nice way to get back into my apartment…with the food, of course. Sure, Tyler. See you then.

“K.”

My workday never went so fast. I was mindfully in the moment to get everything done and out of the way. I raced home, showered and dressed. Five thirty. Five forty. Five fifty.

So what. I’m certainly not new to rejection. Sitting down at my laptop, a couple of tears well up. Silly. He just had some fun with me. Maybe I’ll surf the web for…

Ring. Ring. RINGGG.

I dart up and buzz the door. Did I forget how to breathe? The sound of someone taking two steps at a time, in a rush. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!!

“I escort bayan istanbul am so sorry! Traffic. Left my fucking phone on the counter…” His heavy breathing is music to my ears.

I reach over his shoulder and give Tyler a buddy hug. Not too needy. Just right. He seems off guard. It takes him a few seconds to return my hug, but then I feel two strong arms holding me close; and I know it will be a good evening.

We have a good time food shopping. He is a funny guy. My sense of humor is at ease with his; and we draw a few stares with our loud laughter. I am with Tyler; nothing bothers me now. We both feel the moment. Trudging seven bags of heavy foodstuff up to the second floor leaves us both ready to flop down on the couch and laugh. Thanks for the hand, T.

“Just the hand?” I like his devilish grin.

We work together and soon have the meal on simmer, only the pasta needs to get into the pot. I am placing some of the prep stuff into the sink, and Tyler moves in. He puts his arms around my waist and snuggles me at the neck. It feels great.

“Let’s wait with the pasta, Z.” His lips place a soft and gentle kiss on the side of my neck, and a shiver of anticipation runs up my spine. “Dessert first…please?!”

I wiggle around and our first kiss fills me with warmth. His hands reach for the back of my head, and I open to him. The taste of his tongue on mine is all the dinner I will ever need. Ever.

Tyler pulls my tee out from under my belt and with my arms raised, he takes it off and tosses it gently to the floor. He resumes our kiss with gusto, with an energy that spikes my need to have his body fully on mine. T. Can we get past the slow strip for tonight? I need to feel you with me in bed. Like now. His smile is his answer. We become a blur of hands unbuckling, unbuttoning, removing…our own clothes and each others. The floor is stacked with castoffs and we stand in the middle, naked.

“Just as sweet as I thought you’d be.” His hand takes mine.

Tyler is at ease with his body. He should be. He is a beautiful person, in a wonderful and visually appealing body. Like me, he has an athletic build, but with about twenty pounds more muscle on him. Solid muscle. Solid everywhere. We both have buzzed body hair; and his manicured bush matches mine. Except his is red. So fucking hot.

He bounces on the bed and waits for me to join him. I crawl to him like a cat on the prowl, and cover his body with mine. Those muscular arms pull me in, and we kiss like our lives depend on it. I feel his hands roam my back and flanks. They graze my hips and cup my ass cheeks with a gentle squeeze. When some fingers start to plumb the valley of my crack, the moan that escapes my throat is all the signal he needs.

“Gonna make you mine, Z.”

I am already. You have my mind, T, and now you can have my body. If you want my heart…

Maybe his mouth on mine is his answer. But is it to say yes he does, or just to shut me up? No matter. This moment is too amazing to be sidetracked. Let the fun continue!

“Got lube and gloves?”

When I get back into bed, Tyler takes the goodies and tosses them aside. He flops me on my back and proceeds to have his way with me. No complaints here. Now T takes up the position I was in. He straddles my body and lowers himself to me ever so slowly, savoring his escort beykoz sensory input. His mouth at my neck, the warmth of his tongue has me stretch out cat-like to his ministrations. I love this feeling!

“You are mine tonight…I will make you mine… all mine…” Nuzzles and licks at my neck as his whisper enters my ear canal. His tongue soon follows. There was a time, long ago, that a young woman I was dating did the same thing. She put her tongue into my ear and it was so very overstimulating I had to ask her to stop it., But Tyler knows better. He knows what a man needs. His tongue barely traces the outer curve of my ear and only darts inward for a nanosecond. I literally convulse under his weight.

“Gotcha!” Barely a whisper again.

So let’s evaluate the situation., I meet this cute guy at the laundromat a few days ago. He seems into me. We exchange numbers. He makes a date and keeps it. My roller coaster of emotions is fully engaged. We are fully engaged in the throws of the start of sexual ecstasy. OMG, can he ever use his tongue! Okay, I just let out The Sex Sneeze.

When I get totally turned on, I always, always sneeze. Once is enough. Never twice. It is the rush of sensations, both physical and emotional that surge through me and find an expressive exit with a sneeze! No kidding.

“Been waiting for that.”

You know?

“Lucky guess. I’ve heard about it before. Actually, there was a guy…”

My mouth on his is also a signal. I want more of Tyler…stories can wait.

“What’s in the squeeze tube?”

I had grabbed a tube of honey when I went to get the lube and condoms. Honey. If your’e into it… Tyler does not need a lot of coaxing. He lifts the tube and anoints me with a drop of honey in all of the places he plans on tasting. my throat gets a drop. My nips. A dab hits each pit; and a line of it covers my trail. Several dabs slick up my shaft; and then T squeezes the rest into his hand. he dips my cockhead into his palm, and rubs the rest all over my nuts and taint. Honey soaked fingers finger my hole and for the first time, something other than his tongue enters my body. A honeyed finger slips easily into me, followed by another. They plunge deep, and find my P spot. I wriggle and let out a low growl.

“Told you you’d be mine tonight, Z.”

I lift a hand and touch his shoulder. Tyler is astride me now, intent on claiming every honey-marked spot on my body as his own. Who am I to complain? When he makes it down to my bush, he gives it a firm and prolonged nuzzle and I can hear the deep breaths taking in my scent.

“Love this, Zach.”

I love… Oh! His mouth just took me in. My slit is at the mercy of the tip of his tongue! I am squirming and squealing and it seems to fuel his activity. The wetness and warmth of his mouth on my fullness is driving me crazy. Nothing exists except for his mouth and my dick! The man is an animal.. My animal!

“Grrrrr” As if to confirm our connection T lets out an animal growl. I love it!

He springs up and attacks my neck! I feel teeth bite in. OMG What is he doing? I feel delirious. Almost drugged. Were those fangs that I saw in his burst of speed to take my neck? They sink deep into my flesh, yet I do not feel pain. I am in a state of suspension, not knowing what will come next, or if there will even be a next for me. Right now, all I know is what I feel. I feel Tyler, whatever he is, draining my body of its life giving blood. I feel…I…

“Awake?”

My eyelids start to flutter. He hovers over me, his face close to mine. Bits of dried blood stick to his chin. His smile is…fangs! My blood stains his teeth. He bends in. I open to him, instinctively.

“Mine!”

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The euphoria of the election victory was, at least for me, tempered by foreboding at the task ahead. I was no economist, and I was really only an accidental politician. I had been ten when the War had begun, and could remember the enthusiasm of the crowds and the boast that it “would all be over by Christmas”, followed by the slow, horrific realisation that it would not be until Christmas 1918 that would be the case. This felt horribly similar. Yes, we had won an election with a massive majority. We could, in parliamentary terms do whatever we wanted; but what was to be done about an economy that had crashed as part of a world-wide collapse? We had power, but did anyone know what to do?

The answer in retrospect was “no”, and not because people did not care or try, it was because the situation was unprecedented. The problem was that the more stubborn the depression was, whatever we tried, the more unemployment worsened, and the more people looked for quick fixes. I was glad I had been so honest with my voters, and my efforts were focussed on what could be done in Oldham.

The local economy depended almost entirely on the Mills, and with people not buying, the owners went to short-time working and shedding staff. The first to be fired were some of my beloved mill girls. Before May 1929 I had acted on behalf of the MP, my husband, Archie, but since then I had been the MP and decided, as I told Bella, to do what I had done in 1926 at the time of the General Strike – get my hands dirty.

Bella was busy in London most of the week. World affairs kept her chained to her news desk, and we kept in touch by phone. I longed to spend more time with her, but circumstances were not in our favour – at least not in that first few months. But she approved the idea of doing something.

My suite at the Piccadilly was a busy place that winter and spring, and after talking with my Agent and others, I got Fr. Joe, the parish priest to call a meeting of the Christian leaders in the constituency. “The Rev Joe” as everyone called him, was an austere, even gaunt man in appearance, but palpably holy, and I had discussed with him what we then proposed at the meeting in my suite after supper.

They were a mixed bunch. There was Joe, but also the Methodists, the Baptists, the Independent Baptists and even the Catholics, who usually refused to have anything to do with the “heretics”; that’s how serious the situation was. Lees Mill, our largest employer was cutting back, and that would have effects all the way down the line to its suppliers, its workers and their children, and thence to the shops and businesses. I was due to see a deputation from the mill girls on Monday night, so although it was Saturday night, everyone came.

The Nonconformists – that is the Baptists and Methodists of various hues, regarded me with some suspicion. My Charleston, the flashing of my stocking tops, not to mention the rumours about my private life which had begun to circulate, made me an object of some suspicion. What, after all, could a mere woman, and a “Society woman” at that, know about the lives of the people of their communities? It was only my work during the Great Strike, and Joe’s presence, that pulled them in. I knew I’d get one chance, and was determined not to blow it.

After supper I asked Joe to lead us in prayers. When he had finished I addressed them in deadly earnest.

“We all know this is bad and getting worse. The question is what are WE going to do about it?”

I could see them looking at me, some with deep scepticism.

“Surely”, said the Methodist leader, Mr Barnard, “the question is what the Government will do?”

This was a critical moment and I shot back at once.

“Is that what the Good Samaritan said? Did he ask what the rabbis were going to do? No he got on and did it. Did St Paul ask who was going to help the Christians in Jerusalem, or did he get on and do it? There, is”, I said with the utmost seriousness, “no ‘them’, there is only ‘us’, you, me and the leaders çorum escort of this community. Between us we know every man of wealth in this constituency, and we need to get them to dig into their pockets – and I am starting with a donation of the whole of my parliamentary salary, plus the same sum from my own pocket”.

There was a gasp. That was five hundred times the average annual wage.

“The Rev Joe and I are asking your help in raising the money which will do three things: fund foodbanks for those who cannot afford to eat; fund free schools for children to help parents who do work; and fund training programmes to re-skill and educate workers. God helps those who helps themselves – are we or are we not God’s agents in this place?”

There was a round of applause. Then the Rev Joe intervened.

“You heard the lady. Are we on board brothers or are we going to fiddle while Rome burns?”

That night everyone of them signed up, and within the month we had raised three times the sum I had donated.

“Lady Cynthia”, Mr Shufflebottom, my Agent, said to me after they had gone, “I was never prouder of thee. Thou hast no reason to do all of this save that thou art an angel in disguise.” There was a tear in his eyes.

“Well Mr S, you’re too kind, but we need a word about these rumours.”

He looked embarrassed, as well he might.

“So tha’s heard hast tha?

“I gather that some of our Nonconformist friends have been spreading stories about my ‘unnatural predilections’ during the campaign. No doubt that’s why Barnard looked so shifty.”

“Ignore them, my lady.”

“No, no, Mr S. I am not minded to. We’ve a meeting with the mill girl deputation on Monday night, invite the press and tell them I’m open to questions about anything.”

He looked concerned.

“Is that wise, my lady?”

“Probably not, Mr S, but I’m not aiming to be one of the Three Wise Men.”

I talked down the line to Bella before sleeping. She expressed her concerns.

“But Pix, why confront them? Let it be, you know that they can’t prove anything.”

“No, Bella”, I said, unusually for me when talking with her, “it won’t do. It’ll undermine what I am trying to do here if folk won’t get behind me.”

“They will Pix, but the problem is that they will have knives in their hands.”

We agreed to differ.

I went to the parish church in Springhead for Morning Prayer at 11. Cranmer’s words soothed me. I dined with the Rev Joe and some of his flock and stayed for Evening Prayer. Afterwards Joe pulled me aside.

“You are doing His work Lady C, don’t you worry.”

I thanked him. He knew the truth and he had never once judged me. One day, I hoped, his example would become the norm; but even as I write this so many years later, that hope is as far from realisation as ever.

I spent the next day in the office dealing with a thousand and one problems. As the MP I was the first, but also the last, resort for many of my constituents, and my team was kept busy. The last meeting of the day brought a familiar face into the room – Sally, the blonde mill girl who had goosed me during the election victory photograph.

“What can I do for you Sally?”

I could not but lick my lips, at least mentally, as I looked at her. Her work clothes were hardly haute couture, but nothing could hide that bust and her blonde hair and blue eyes, and she had about her the look of a woman who knew what she wanted and, from the way she was looking at me, who she wanted.

“Thanks for seeing me, your ladyship. Your secretary said to remind you to lock up, as she has to go early. I wanted two things, first to talk about our deputation tonight, and then about something I know is going to arise after.”

Intrigued I invited her to say more.

She told me that the job losses and the cuts in working hours and wages at the Mill were going to create major problems and that many of the girls were listening to the Union activists who were recommending denizli escort a strike. She thought all that would do was to cause further job losses, but did not know what to say or do.

I told her what I had in mind, the plans that I would outline.

“But why would you do that my lady? We’re just common working women, no-one gives a fuck about us – pardon my French.”

“I do, Sally, and we’ll work together. Will you join my team? I need a leader on the ground, and there’ll be some pay in it.”

“You need a leader do you, my lady? That’s what the rumours say.”

I blushed.

“What do they say, Sally?”

“Well, my lady, I know from some of the mill lads that the young Mr Everard pays some of them to do unnatural things with him – ‘a bit of rough’ he calls it. Do you like a ‘bit of rough’ too your ladyship?”

I could feel the blood rising in my cheeks, and the juices wetting my knickers as she looked directly at me.

“What do you mean, Sally?”

She stood up, turning, she went to the door and locked it and then turned back to me.

“Get out from behind that desk. In fact, stand in front of it.”

I looked at her. Neither of us had any doubt of what I would do; so I did it.

“Unbutton that skirt and take it off, then do the same with your blouse.”

It never occurred to me to question her instructions, and as in a dream, I unbuttoned my skirt, stepping out of it and exposing my stockings, suspender-belt and knickers. I took my blouse off, and the silk semi-camisole I wore did nothing to hide the fact that my nipples were erect.

“How does it feel to have a common working girl taking charge of you – Pixie?”

Her use of my nickname made me conscious of renewed wetness between my legs.

“I like it, Sally.”

“I know you do. Dot is a friend of mine, so I know just what you like.”

So that was how she had so much confidence. That made sense. Dot was the maid from the hotel who my former lover Annie, had involved in our sexual adventures, and she, like Annie, had assumed a dominant role.

“Take that top off, I want to see if your bouncers are as tiny as Dot said.”

Sally was smirking as I obeyed, and laughed as I took it off.

“My little sister has bigger bouncers than you!”

I blushed bright red, and I could feel my knickers flood.

Sally approached me and began to play with my nipples. As she pulled and squeezed, I began to moan.

“But these are right sensitive aren’t they, Pixie?”

‘Oh golly, yes, yes Miss Sally.”

She smiled.

“Oh I like ‘Miss Sally’ I like it a lot. Right, on your knees and crawl between my legs.”

She sat in the chair, but not before lifting her skirts and pulling her knickers off. I could see her very hairy pussy, and as I got closer she grabbed my head and pushed me in.

It smelt. I had forgotten that working-class women did not have the same hygiene habits as the women I was used to, but oddly that added to the pleasure.

Parting her hairy lips, I licked upward, scooping her gooey juices. She moaned. As I licked slowly, all the way up, she gripped me between her firm thighs.

“Bugger, bugger, oh that’s, that’s ohhhhhh!”

I doubted anyone had ever done to her what I was doing to her, and delighted in teasing her, introducing her to the delights of the sapphic code. The smell heightened my feelings of humiliation, and I put my hands under her bum and pulled her to me. I pressed my head against her, fucking her with my tongue, and then, pulling out, moved up to feather-lick her clit.

As she gripped me tight, I slid two fingers into her, curling up until I could feel that special rough patch, at which point I sucked her clit. As my fingers and tongue played with her, it was clear that she would not last long, and so I determined to make her orgasm the best she had ever had. My tongue feathered her clit as my lips sucked, and I could her pussy squish as I fucked her. When she came, it was with düzce escort a shuddering cry of release. My face was coated. She held me there, and as she came down from her high, I cleaned her up.

Sally looked down at me as she recovered.

“What the hell was that? And how do I get more of it? You’re all wet, sorry, I got carried away, are you okay?”

I smiled.

“Never better Sally.”

“I should have washed, if I’d realised.”

Her sentence trailed away.

“It’s okay – I liked it.”

“Really? You are a little pervert aren’t you?”

I smiled.

“That’s the rumour is it?”

“Yes, my lady, and someone is going to raise it tonight.”

As I cleaned myself up, I thanked her.

“What are you doing to do about it?”

“Wait and see’, I answered.” As to how do you get more of that, well you take up my offer to work with me.”

“Done”, she smiled.

“You were – and will be again”, I smiled as I finished dressing.

“You smell of me”, Sally said as we kissed goodbye.

“Good”, I said. “See you later.”

Of course I washed before the meeting, but was conscious, not having had the chance to change my knickers, that they were a little stiff between the thighs. So, I smiled to myself, the game was once more afoot.

I could see that Mr Shufflebottom was tense, and sensed the atmosphere in the meeting as we convened. There were at least two London journalists there. They scented blood.

There was approval as I announced what the press would call “Lady Pixie’s new deal”, but almost an impatience to get to the questions.

The first few were to do with details of the “new deal” and easily dealt with. Then one of the London journalists fired the cross-bow bolt meant to finished me off as a real one had done to Richard the Lionheart.

“Lady Cynthia, this is all very heartening, but what have you to say to the rumours that you engage in unnatural practices?”

There was a sharp intake of breath. The room fell silent. I could see Sally, who was in the audience, looking anxious.

“What sort of unnatural practices would those be?” I asked all innocence. “Wealthy woman helping the poor, is that natural? MP helping working for her constituents, is that natural? Someone actually caring for the working men and women of this place rather than using them to sore political points, is that natural?”

The mill girls were cheering me to the echo, and the men in the audience were clapping and shouting their support.

“Aye, she’s a game lass, what’s wrong with that Mr Reporter?”

The reporter suddenly looked distinctly uneasy.

“Well,” he began, more hesitantly, “unnatural practices like those certain men indulge.”

I took on my most innocent air.

“I am afraid, sir, that as a married woman, I have no idea what it is you are referring to. I do not have the correct physique to do what a man does!”

That brought the house down. The girls whooped, and the men cheered. Then the Methodist leader, Mr Barnard intervened.

“I know you come from London, sir, but up here in God’s own country, we don’t talk smut, and we don’t tolerate others doing so. If that’s something to say, say it, or shut up!”

There were more cheers.

“Well?” I asked, “What are these unnatural practices to which you refer?”

Either, which was highly probably, he did not actually know what women like me did, and, or, which was equally likely, he didn’t feel able to articulate it before such an audience.

“Go on, Mr Reporter, would you like to see my unnatural practices?”

That was Big Betty, one of the mill girls, and the poor man blushed and lost his nerve. The working women of Lancashire and Yorkshire were not shrinking violets.

“I take it,” I added, “that you don’t want to take Betty up on her kind offer? Well, if there are no more questions, I suggest we adjourn to the tea room.”

The applause was deafening.

As I talked afterwards, Sally came up behind me and, pinching my bum, whispered in my ear, “That was bloody brilliant. Up for some unnatural practices after this?”

I smiled.

“And what would those be?”

And so it was that the direction of Home affairs was, for the moment, settled. Foreign affairs, on the other hand, were less easily put to bed.

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It was the first Friday of Tiffany Jones’ gig at Woodhaven. Mmmm, it had been such a great first week, having horny teen girls who were eager to lick her creaming cunt during the pleasure the teacher time, and having the virile principal eager to ram her as she demonstrated sexual intercourse positions.

Friday’s position had been especially hot, on top of her desk, riding his swollen prick like a cowgirl gone wild, watching the class as they masturbated furiously, the room a symphony of wet squelches, cries, moans, and grunts of pleasure, then the bursting, and shrieks and squeals of orgasmic completion, teens coming around their furiously pumping fingers, Tiffany letting out loud squeals as her cunt started to spasm crazily, as Mr. Hunter joined in, his cock pulsing wildly, flooding her with a rich serving of liquid heat.

Add in the after school times, 4 down, and 21 to go. It had been an even split, 2 of the girls, Paige and Krystal, eager to get used hard by her, and she’d fucked them and dominated them like the teacher in command.

Deanna and Caroline wanted to use her, and be the ones who commanded the action. God, it had been so fucking amazing, being ordered to submit, submissively licking their hot cunts and tight, puckered assholes, then being fucked by teens who were in command, and teaching the teacher.

When Tiffany got home, she was still running hot, and she was thinking about her first time doing another woman.

*****

Tiffany had learned how to lick pussy because of her Mom’s next-door neighbor. While Tiffany was at home during her college summer break, her next-door neighbor, Maryann Stinson, seduced Tiffany. Tiff was 18 and Maryann was 40, Maryann had a thing for 18-year-old girls. Legal, and therefore, fuckable. She had been lured into her house, and once Maryann had her in her grasp, it wasn’t long before she directed Tiffany, stripping her naked, getting her into bed, and seducing her.

Maryann was a very dominant one, Tiffany would always serve her. She loved to strap on a dildo, getting between Tiffany’s legs and ramming that 9 inches into her. Tiffany could remember every bit of it, the big black strap-on driving in, her red-painted fingernails digging into Tiffany’s thighs, and raking over her hips.

She remembered well, just where Maryann would hold onto her, guiding her as she fucked Tiffany nice and hard. Tiffany could see her honey-colored hair and her full-tanned boobs swaying as she really laid the dildo to Tiff’s cunt. When Tiffany had exploded, Maryann would sit on her face, screaming like a banshee as Tiffany’s tongue was put to good use. Every weekday afternoon during that summer, she was over there, servicing the hungry sexual appetite of Maryann.

One time, while Tiffany was being well fucked, the door to the bedroom opened, and her husband walked in. Tiffany was startled, but Maryann wasn’t.

”Look lover, look how well Tiffy is getting fucked. Fuck my mouth while I fuck her pussy!”

Looks like she had set this up, and Tiffy relaxed as her husband stepped over, and Tiffany, being face up, got to watch the action. Maryann’s dildo filled her, fucking her, while she sucked and slurped all over her husband’s rock-stiff prick, humming as her lips rode his pole.

Her husband grunted, shoving his cock between Maryann’s lips over and over, “Take it, take it, take it, fuck yeah!”

Tiffany could see his cock start to pulse with the climax, she could imagine the thick, hot jets of it washing over her eager tongue, swallowing and tokat escort swallowing as he poured a river of hot spunk into her mouth, taking Tiffany over in a screaming orgasm as her cunt exploded.

*****

Remembering it, Tiffany was running hot. She knew what she wanted. Once she dialed the number and it was answered, she wasted no time.

“Paige, would you like to come over to my house, and stay the night?”

Paige’s voice had a husky, lusty edge to it, as she cooed, ”Oh yes, I’d love to.”

Tiffany decided she wanted to get used again, accordingly, she cooed, ”Once you get here, I’ll get my ass naked, present my body for your inspection, then you’re going to use my body for your pleasure.”

Paige’s voice was a husky growl, as she replied, ”Mmmmm, I can’t wait to teach the teacher!”

When Paige arrived 15 minutes later, Tiffany was a mass of heated lust. The tall redhead was face to face with her, and she grabbed Tiffany’s head, smooshed her lips against Tiffany’s, and started to kiss her, demanding, hungry. Paige’s tongue was in her mouth, licking and swirling, taking possession of the first of her three eager and horny holes.

When they broke the kiss, Paige ordered, ”Now Tiff, get your sweet ass naked!”

Tiffany did so, enjoying Paige’s gaze as she watched the delectable Miss Jones get naked for her. Mmmm, teacher had a hot body, she was 3 inches shorter than Paige, at five foot seven, about 130 pounds, shoulder-length golden honey color hair, jade green eyes, firm, upright breasts, full grapefruit-sized mounds, the nipples jutting up, her tummy was flat, her hips had a sexy curve, sleek, full legs.

Paige circled her, drinking in the vision, like a jungle cat sizing up its prey, Tiffy’s rump had a graceful curve, perky and smooth. It was so stimulating to watch her get pleasured during pleasure the teacher time, and to watch her hot body in action during sexual positions class, masturbating wildly while they watched her getting stuffed. Paige loved to drag it out, doing her best to hang on until Tiff’s howls of pleasure filled the classroom, she would explode immediately, and the sight of Tiff’s wildly sexy body in the throes of climax made Paige’s orgasms all the more enjoyable.

“Now your turn Tiff, get me naked.”

Tiffany’s fingers were trembling with excitement as she stripped Paige, enjoying the sight of Paige’s sexy nudity, 5’10” inches of redheaded heat, Tiffany kissed and sucked at her 36D breasts, licking and sucking on the nipples, as she continued on, Paige’s purrs of pleasure rising up.

When she slid down Paige’s jeans, her pussy was uncovered, and her pussy lips were waxed bare and hairless. She had a neatly trimmed triangle shape of her naturally red hair adorning her mons, she watched as Paige spread her stance just a bit. Mmmmm, Tiffany knew what to do, kneeling like a subservient, eager-to-please sex doll, and she let her tongue lead the way, slipping it along Paige’s sweet cunt lips, then plastering her mouth tightly against her, her tongue drove up into her hot, pink waterslide. A rush of juices flowed over her tongue as she wriggled it around, eager to taste every drop of Paige’s essence.

Paige cooed with pleasure, mmmm, Tiffy sure was a skilled cunt licker. If she had not been between some hot steamy cunt, learning how to orally please a woman, she sure was a natural.

“Lick me, teacher, lick my cunt!”

Tiffany eagerly did so, her cunt churning with heated lust as she tasted the rich yozgat escort flow of Paige. Encouraged by Paige’s order, she went at her wet pink hole eagerly, her hot, wet tongue plunging deep into the soupy wetness, scooping up a flow of juices, then bringing her tongue back to spread her wetness all over the outside of her opening, and flicking at her tingling clit. Tiffany imagined what it looked like from Paige’s viewpoint, the Teacher’s blonde head of hair bobbing between her thighs, eagerly feasting on her creaming juices.

Paige growled, “Oh my god, so good, so fucking good, keep licking me Teacher, you’re so good, make me cum!”

Tiffany smiled as she heard Paige ready to explode. She felt Paige’s hands cradling her head, stroking her blonde hair, and she went at Paige hungrily, licking wildly at the gleaming flesh and twitching clit, pumping two fingers in and out, bringing her right to the very edge.

Tiffany’s lips closed around Paige’s throbbing clit, sucking hard at her orgasm trigger, and Paige let out raw shrieks of pleasure as she tumbled, ripples of orgasm gripped Tiffany’s plunging fingers in her soupy wetness, bringing a rich rush of juices. Paige felt her juices flowing out, she pulled Tiffany’s face tight against her, moaning and grunting as she rotated her hips, Tiffy drinking deeply of the copious rush of juices flowing.

Paige had brought a backpack with her, it was full of fun things to use on the sexually driven Tiff.

Tiff watched, her body surging with lust as Paige stepped into the harness of a black 8-inch strap-on dildo. This harness had a 6-inch dildo that curved inwards, and a stubby black 5-inch butt plug for the wearer’s pleasure. Paige pulled it up her legs, trembling with anticipation, she angled the dildo, and ohhhh that felt so good, as she felt it slide easily into her churning heat. She squatted, pulling hard on the back, mmmm, oh yes, the butt plug breached her ass, and she felt it slide home.

Paige ordered her, ”Hands and knees, Tiff, grab your cheeks and spread ’em.”

She did so, feeling the sheer pleasure as Paige’s tongue slid over the rim of her ass, licking and slobbering, the point of her tongue pushing against the tight rosette. Tiffany knew what was next, as she felt a jeweled butt plug nudge against her, and start to enter. Ohhh yeah, she could feel her asshole stretch, Tiffany growled, “God, it feels incredible!” as she felt the flare slip in, then the rush of the stem sliding in, and it was buried to the base, her ass locking around the stem.

Paige smiled, Tiffy was going to get the good fucking that she was eager for.

“Doggy style, or face-to-face Tiff?”

“Face to face, fuck me like that.”

Tiffany quickly rolled onto her back, legs and arms spread wide. Paige quickly mounted up, she quickly nudged the head of her dildo against Tiff’s dripping heat and drove in with a fierce thrust.

Tiffany let out a loud squeal as she was impaled, she felt herself being stuffed full to the brim. She let out a loud cry of pleasure as the dildo was buried to the hilt in her wide-stretched snatch. The sensation of being spread open made her lust burn hotter. Tiffany felt the dildo and the butt plug rub against each other through the membrane separating them, holy fuck that felt so damn good.

“Ooohhh, God… Oh, my God!!” Tiffany moaned as Paige grabbed her hips. Just like Maryann had done back when, holding her in place, when she had rammed Tiffy’s 18-year-old cunt. She looked up and zonguldak escort saw Paige’s boobs jiggling as she pumped back and forth, oh yeah, just like Maryann’s full-tanned boobs had swayed as she really laid the dildo to her those times. Paige began to fuck her rapidly. Tiffany was feeling rushes of hot sizzles through her body, the driving power of the dildo slicing through her pink heat, rubbing against her butt plug was so erotic.

Paige was enjoying the same things, every flex of her buttocks made her asshole squeeze around her butt plug, driving it against her dildo buried in her dripping pink hole. The rubbing of her dildo and butt plug against each other as she power-shafted her lust-crazed teacher was amazing.

Tiffany was in another world, the feeling of her dildo fuck rubbing against the flare of her butt plug was beyond compare. Holy fuck, she’d never felt anything so totally erotic, the Woodhaven girls had really opened her eyes, god it felt amazing. Her eyes were wide, staring up at Paige, as her student gave her a fantastic dildo fuck. The sensations were nothing short of spectacular, the rampaging strap-on plunging wetly between her open thighs, butt plug jammed up her ass, as Paige power fucked Tiff’s needy cunt.

Tiffany was eager for each sizzling plunge, and could feel the sensations gathering like a storm about to blow. Paige’s loud cries of pleasure pushed her, oh fuck, she was reaching her peak, damn, oh fuck, she was gonna explode.

Tiffany cried out, “Gonna cum, gonna cum so hard, FFUUCCCKKK!”

Orgasm grabbed her as her overheated fuck hole started to ripple and spasm, her buttocks beginning to contract convulsively, squeezing hard at her butt plug, adding to the explosion between her thighs. She stared at Paige’s body, the redheaded student looked even hotter, her red hair waving like a flag, face contorted with her impending explosion of pleasure.

The arousing sight shoved Tiffany into a second orgasm, then a third, dimly, she heard Paige’s shriek of orgasm join in, her body shaking, the room was filled with cries of orgasmic pleasure as teacher and student rode the crest of a very enjoyable Friday night.

After a while, they held each other close, Tiffany saw Paige’s face as she gently pulled her head forward, and she parted her lips in anticipation. She saw Paige lick her lips, the press of soft, warm, wet lips against hers.

Tiffany moaned, deep in her throat, and they descended into a vortex of tongue-filled swirls of passion, each of them kissing back with as much ardor as they could. Tiffany felt Paige’s hand cup her sex, and she quickly slid her hand down, caressing Paige’s mound, fingers began to move, as they stroked each other. They rolled over into a 69, hungry to taste each other’s creamy wetness.

As they lapped at each other, they toyed with each other’s bunghole, fingers wet with juices, stroking and pushing in, gently finger fucking each other’s sensitive little buttholes.

Mmmmm, Paige knew how to lick, Tiffany started to gasp as her tongue teased at her straining clit, Tiffany quickly copied that, Paige’s stiff eager clit was waiting for her tongue, and they licked each other furiously.

Paige stopped for just a second, grunting “Let’s cum baby, let’s cum together!” before plastering her mouth back on Tiff’s orgasm trigger.

Tiffany felt the wave, her hips started to buck and thrust, she let out a wordless cry of pleasure into Paige’s soupy wetness, and she heard Paige’s muffled cries of pleasure as she went over, bodies shaking and writhing together in orgasmic ecstasy.

Tiffany felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her, now that her fuck lust had been burned off, she was ready to sleep. She spooned Paige, enjoying the purr of pleasure as Paige gently wiggled herself back against Tiffany’s body.

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Thomas, my boss’ boss, knows that I am gay (or kind of bisexual) with a submissive streak. He is a handsome dark-haired man, very tall, with deep brown eyes, 15 years older than me (I’m 25) and in great shape.

I had started out casually, an encounter here and there, but had escalated. He knew he controlled me, and I had started to call him “Master”. Every now and then he would send me erotic messages and pictures over the iPhone or ask me to meet him at various places. It always turned me on.

And the same happened this afternoon. His sms came in around 3 pm, and I couldn’t think of anything else after that. “I want you to meet me at Archway 35 at 6 pm, Ok?”

“OK,” I answer.

“Yes, what my little one?”

“OK, my Master.”

“See you …”

As soon as I can I leave work, head home for a shower and a change to some light fitting pants and a loose-fitting large t-shirt. I leave out the underwear, thinking that they will be off in a second anyhow.

With a raging hard-on I take the bus out to the suburbs and the address.

I walk the short distance to the little house, as it slowly gets dark. Thomas is not around, and the house has the typical soft red lights in the windows that signals it is a whore house.

I wait for a while at the gate by the street. But then the door opens, and a woman calls to me.

“Come on in Ted, Thomas is waiting for you.”

I am a little startled but walk the short pathway up to the house and is quickly ushered in by a beautiful Asian woman in her early thirties. She is wearing a Chinese kind of tight-fitting dress and she is beautifully made up, with her hair in a bun at the top. I follow her through the softly lit rooms, up the stairs into a large brightly lit bedroom, all in red, on the second floor. We enter and it smells of fresh love making, and the room is quite warm.

Thomas greets me with a hug and introduces me to a blond tall woman in a tight black leather dress.

“This is Eva, she’ll help out tonight.”

“Hi Eva, I’m Ted,” I answer meekly.

“Here’s the envelope with the “bonus” for today,” Thomas announces and puts it down on a side-table.

I notice that the room is rigged for filming, with spots and cameras and various stuff all around.

“Don’t pay attention to everything around this place. You are here to enjoy, and so are we!” Thomas chuckles.

“Now, undress for us over there by the bed. Slowly.”

The bed is undone, and the sheets all wrinkled up and it is clear it has been in use not long ago. Thomas sits on a casting chair, as I walk to the spot he designated, which has a little taped X, and slowly undress. Soon I stand naked with my raging hard-on point towards him.

Eva disappears behind a desk in a corner.

The spotlights warm the whole room, but I still feel a little cold and very exposed. There are cameras set-up all around.

“Tell us your full name please and where you are from.”

“My name is Ted Stromsen, from Stockholm Sweden originally.”

“How old are you?”

“I am 25.”

“So, tell us Ted, escort tuzla what did you come here to do?”

I open my mouth, hesitating.

“I came to … suck … cock.”

“How much do you like to suck cocks, Ted?”

“I love to suck cocks.”

“And do you like and swallow the gifts they give you when they climax?”

“Yes …”

“Did you catch all that, Eva?”

“Yes, perfect. Thanks.”

“Good, then let’s play a little Ted,”

Thomas gets up and approaches me. He wears his usual grey suit, white shirt, reddish tie and black shoes. He walks up and stands tall above me, very close.

He looks down at me as he gently fondles my erect cock.

“I can tell you are excited like hell.”

“Yes,” I answer softly.

He caresses my cheek and his thumb touches my lips. He pushes it slightly and it slides in. I stand sucking his thumb, as he asks:

“Tell me how much you’ve missed and long to suck my cock, Ted.”

My cock twitches in his hand as I answer.

“I’ve missed sucking your cock Master.”

He slowly pushes me down onto my knees. I look up at him.

“You know what to do my little cock sucker.”

He knows that makes me feel a little ashamed, but also excites me, when he calls me that.

I reach up and open his pants. He wears suspenders, so I can unbutton and fully open his pants without them falling. I reach in and bring out his huge but only half hard cock.

I look up at him, as I start kissing it from the bottom up. Then down again and to his heavy balls. I land lick my way back up and finally take him into my mouth.

“Oooh, soo nice,” he moans as I begin sucking and masturbating for him.

He grows rock hard and big in my mouth. He tastes good and smells fresh of aftershave.

I indulge in worshipping his cock, and time flies as I am in the middle of my own and his sexual bliss. I feel he is approaching an orgasm, when he suddenly steps back and pops out of my mouth.

“I don’t want to come just yet. Are you my little Slut, Ted?”

“Yes,” I answer, panting from the excitement and sucking.

He grabs a low chair behind him and sits down on it, in front of me.

He looks straight at me as he asks, “I love seeing your drink sperm, and you love it too, don’t you?”

“… yes?” I answer a little confused.

He reaches next to the bed and picks up a paper basket. He lifts it up for me to see inside, reaches in and in between some thin paper napkins he pulls out a condom. He lifts it up in front of me. It is full.

“It’s from just before you came. Feel it. It is still warm …”

He caresses it against my chin, nose and brings it to my lips.

“Take it into your mouth!”

His warm but strict words make me obey immediately. I open my mouth and suck in the pouch at the end of the sperm filled condom. It tastes a little of rubber and lubricants. I sit there sucking on it, as he smiles, holding the opening just above my eyes.

He pulls it out, and deftly turns it around, offering istanbul escort bayan the opening to my mouth instead.

“Take it into your mouth, my little sperm lover.”

I suck in the opening of the condom as he raises it, and I feel the cum slide into my mouth, a strangers’ load. It tastes salty and musky.

“Swallow it for me,” Thomas instructs, and caresses my cheek as I do.

“Have another …” he says as he holds the wastepaper basket up to me. I look in and see that there are several. I pick one up and hold it high. It is very full of white semen.

“Drink it down, Ted, relish it.”

I look at him, as I turn it around and slowly pour it into my mouth. It tastes more bitter than the first.

I swallow it and pick up a third, as Thomas beckons me to do. It is empty, and I have to rummage a little for the next. It is also very full. I lift it over my mouth, and this time I look over at Eva, as I pour another strangers’ cum into my open mouth and outstretched tongue. I miss it a bit, and some runs down my cheek instead. Who were all these men I wonder, as Eva waves to me and gives me a thumbs-up.

“Might as well take them all out and count them now, Ted.”

I do as he asks, and pick up six condoms all in all, of which three are already empty. I have already had two.

“It’s been a full day here at the studio, with seven women and six men; Mark, Anthony, Ahmed, Babangida, John and Haruto. Now go for the next one …”

He takes over the clutch of hanging condoms and hands me one of the remaining filled ones. He smiles broadly as I raise this one as well above my face and pour the contents into my open mouth.

“Hold it there and show me,” Thomas calls out.

I hold the condom up beside me as I turn to him and open my mouth to show him the whole load there. He points towards Eva, and I turn and realize I am facing directly into a camera as well.

“Now swallow it,” Thomas whispers.

I follow his orders. Two more to go …

Suddenly, Thomas stands up and holds his stiff erection in front of my mouth, as I face the camera.

A big screen on the far wall is suddenly lit up, and I see myself in close up on the big screen. Eva waves me another thumbs-up as Thomas pushes the mushroom head of his cock into my mouth.

“Stroke yourself,” Thomas orders.

I reach down and grab my throbbing cock. I see the camera zoom out and back in on my hand, and then back to my face. Eva is clearly doing a good job of capturing the scene.

I see myself as Thomas holds the condoms in his left hand, resting on my head, so that they hang down my left cheek. With his right hand he takes one of the remaining filled ones and slowly empties it over my nose and forehead. Some globs land by my eye. I hear Thomas breath heavily above me. I feel his lust also in his throbbing cock.

He places five condoms, so they hang down onto my forehead, and then carefully presses out the last one onto his long cock, from the root up to my lips. He holds it up so that the last drops land on escort erenköy my upper lip.

“Now lick me clean and make me cum …” he commands in a hoarse voice, full of lust.

He grabs my head, turns it and pushes the full length of himself into my mouth and down my throat. I gag a little but relax and the full length of him slides in until my nose is pressed against his lower small patch of pubic hair. He holds me there for quite a while, and I taste the seed of the unknown man on him. Musky, slightly bitter. It almost makes me cum myself.

Thomas pulls out, and looks down at me, as he holds my head in place. I sit still with my mouth wide open. He slowly moves his hips forward and dips his cock into my mouth, and then pulls out again. He moans out loud with every thrust, increasing the speed.

“Fuck, yes you little cock sucking slut …,” he screams as he floods my mouth with his loads.

I swallow his first two spurts, but the rest fills my mouth and runs down my chin, hanging there.

He grabs hold of his slowly softening penis and rubs it across my nose and lips and cheeks. He steps back, and smiles, clearly satisfied with himself and the whole scene.

He takes the condoms and bundles them together at the opening and holds them to my mouth.

“Here hold on to them with your teeth.”

I bite onto them, so they hang down from my mouth.

Eva comes up with a camera and takes several portrait shots of me like that.

“Smile,” she asks me, and I do my best.

“That will be a great one,” she proclaims and heads over to the producing table.

She switches off the bright lights, as I stand up on wobbly legs, still biting onto the condoms. I am still rock hard and longing to come. But Thomas hands me my clothes and tells me to get dressed, having zipped up himself already.

“It’s almost ready already. I’ll make sure it’s uploaded to the site tonight,” she giggles as she taps into a computer and waves us goodbye.

I quickly pull on my pants and shirt and shoes, and Thomas grabs my arm and pulls me down the stairs and out onto the street. He leads me the few steps to his parked car and opens the door and ushers me in.

I take the condoms in my left hand, and we drive off.

“That was incredibly hot, Ted.”

“Yes, it was,” I answer truthfully.

He puts on the radio and we drive through the evening without saying anything. I have lost sense of time since I stepped into the house, but it feels like a whole day.

“I’ll send you the link to the site, when I get it from Eva.”

“What kind is it …”

He chuckles.

“You’ll see.”

He stops by my house, and I get out.

“Still hard?” he asks.

“Yes,” I nod.

“Good, keep it that way,” he laughs and drives off.

I enter and take the elevator up to my little flat. As I fumble for my keys on the landing, my neighbour comes out. He is a retired kind, tall man of around 60, who sometimes comes around for a chat and coffee. I’ve more than once wondered if he had a crush on me.

Now he turns and looks smilingly at me.

“Look like it’s been an intensive evening for you. You better get a good night’s rest, and maybe I can pop by tomorrow at this time to learn more …” he laughs as he steps into the elevator.

I unlock the door and enter, and realize I am still clutching the condoms in my left hand.

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I was standing outside the door of my new boss. The door was shut and I hesitated to knock. Frankly, I was apprehensive. The transfer had come suddenly, moving me from a job at once familiar yet confining to a promotion that would thrust me on a much more visible stage. I knocked, and was told to come in. I walked up to the desk and said, “Hi, I’m Fran, your new assistant.”

“Welcome, I’ve been awaiting your arrival. I’m Sherri, and I’m glad you’re here.” With that, she got up and walked around the desk to give me a hug. After the hug, she shocked me by leaning down and kissing me on the lips. I’m 5’6″ without heels and she was at least 3-4 inches taller than I was, even before the heels she was wearing. She was immaculately dressed in a flowing dress and tall, black heels.

“Close the door, Fran, and let’s discuss the job.”

I did so and she guided me into one of the chairs in front of her desk before setting in the matching chair.

“I realize this position will be different than your last, but it comes with certain perks you might like and enjoy. You’ll be on time or preferably early daily. I expect you to wear a dress and heels daily, along with thigh high stockings. I think that when we dress well we perform at a higher level. You will be promoted to senior executive assistant with a commensurate raise, extra vacation, and travel opportunities. Before I go further, please lock the door.”

Bewildered, I rose and locked the door. I returned to my chair.

“I have other needs from this position. When asked, I expect you to enter, locked the door, come to the side of my desk, unzip your dress and let it fall to the floor, remove your bra, and stand before me in the smallest thong you have. Then you will kneel beside me, remove my thong, pull my dress to my waist, move between my thighs and begin licking my black pussy. If this shocks you, I understand. You may choose to transfer to another position in the company without prejudice.” With that, she removed her own thong and raised her skirt to her waist. I found myself staring at a bald, black pussy. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting, then my eyes moved back to gazing at her pussy. I’ve never found women’s pussies all that inviting. I kept my own shaved, preferring the look. I found myself staring at her. I was captivated, mesmerized if you will. I stood there, frozen in time.

“If you agree, your training begins now by your removing your eskişehir escort dress and bra and kneeling before me. I numbly reached behind me and unzipping my dress, pulling it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, then unfastening my bra and putting it on top of my dress. I moved in front of her and knelt between her thighs.

“I think you are going to enjoy chocolate pie for dessert.”

I leaned in and inhaled her essence, then leaned even further in, opened my mouth and licked my first pussy. I had kissed a woman several times earlier in my life but never went further. I found I liked the taste. In all honesty, I found it intoxicating. I realized I was no longer straight. I was at least bi-sexual, or heaven forbid, even lesbian. What would Michael, my husband, think? I licked her clit, kissed and sucked her vaginal lips and used my tongue on her vagina. She was very wet.

“I love turning white women. Give them a taste of black pussy and they can’t get enough.”

I kept licking, kissing, and tonguing as I heard more and more moans coming from Sherri. She wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me deeper into her to the point it was difficult to breathe. She orgasmed loudly, released my head and let me pull away from her.

“Was this your first time? You did well. I’ll show you what I like and don’t like, though you’ve already hit all my favorites.”

I still knelt between her thighs, marveling at the contrast between her dark skin and my near-albino skin. I’m Scandinavian by birth with very white skin and white blonde hair.

“As much as I loved this time. It’s time to get dressed and get to work. This is one reason I expect you here early.”

I dressed, we hugged and kissed again, this one a longer, more intense kiss, then gently she licked my face of her juices. She pulled a towel from her desk and told me to wipe my face.

It had been the strangest job interview I had ever had.

When I got home, Michael asked me over dinner if I liked my new boss and job.

“I think so, but it’s still early. She’s got very definite ideas of my job performance.”

“How is it working for a black woman in a white, white male company?” he asked.

“So far, so good,” I replied.

The rest of the week was more of the same. I arrived early, was called into her office, locked the door, walked over to her desk and removed my dress gaziantep escort and bra and stood in front of her in my skimpy thong. I then knelt, reached under her skirt and removed her panties, pushed her skirt to her waist and dived in. I found myself craving this. I was being submissive, a submissive to a strong black woman. I loved it. I was largely submissive to Michael in the bedroom. This was no different.

Two weeks later, we had settled into our roles. She complimented my pussy-munching skills and I glowed with the praise.

“Reggie and I want you and Michael to come for dinner.”

I was surprised, thinking the roles between us distinct, but agreed to Saturday night.

Saturday evening came and we walked into their beautiful home in the hills. We brought two bottles of one of our favorite wines, drank both at dinner with our hosts, and shared yet a third bottle after dinner. Her husband, Reggie, was a hunk of a man, tall, strong and well-muscled.

“Fran, come with me. There’s something I want to show you.” She guided me into their luxurious bedroom, turned to me, kissed me again (I found myself melting into her every time she’s kissed me), and told me, “Strip.”

I was of course wearing a dress, heels and thigh highs. I hurriedly stripped naked. When I turned back to her, I gasped. She stepped out of their walk-in closet. She, too, had stripped and had donned a big black strap-on, which only added to her dominance.

“On the bed, on hands and knees.”

I assumed the position and felt her kneel behind me and line up the strap-on with my pussy. She slowly pushed in, allowing me to get used to the size before moving deeper and deeper until she was all the way in. This thing must have been 9″ long. I had never felt so full. When she pulled back until only the tip was inside me, I felt suddenly empty. She pushed back in, then began to fuck me slowly, with deep strokes. Minutes passed as I became more comfortable with her size she increased the speed of her fucking. I felt an orgasm building. I was shocked as I had never had a vaginal orgasm in my married life. It rolled over me like a wave as she continued to pound me. A second orgasm came shortly after. She pulled out and I fell to the bed, exhausted and overwhelmed with sexual release.

“That’s what real fucking feels like. Just wait until Reggie fucks you. It’s a religious experience.”

She giresun escort cuddled with me for a few minutes, then rolled up on the bed, offered her hand, and said, “Let’s go see what the guys are up to.”

“Like this?”

“If I know Reggie, he’s got your husband stripped and sucking his big, black cock. White guys just can’t resist that magnificent black cock. It brings out the submissive in them.”

“No way! Michael’s as straight as they come.”

“You were, too, until a month ago. Now look at you.”

Hand in hand, we ventured down the hall and peeked around the corner. I was shocked! Sure enough, Michael was naked, on his knees and sucking Reggie’s cock. It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen and he was having difficulty fitting it into his mouth.

Sherri leaned towards me and said, “Pretty amazing, huh? Reggie knows his men.”

“I’d never have believed it if I didn’t see it.”

“Wait until he fucks him and he squeals like a woman.”

We stood, hand in hand, as Michael continued to suck his cock. After a few more minutes, Reggie stood up Michael and led him over to the couch and placed him on his hands and knees. He reached over to a table and got a small bottle, which I took to be lube. He squeezed some on Michael’s ass and rubbed it down his crack, using one finger to push it into his ass, then lubed up his cock and settled in behind him. He pushed and went in a small way, then stopped for a short time before resuming pushing in inch by inch until he was all the way in. Like Sherri had done to me, he started slow and sped up minute by minute until he was really pounding him. Michael had gasped, moaned, grimaced and cried out as Reggie fucked him, until Reggie pushed all the way in and bellowed as he came. He fell on Michael’s back and stayed there for a few minutes before pushing off him and standing up. As he stood, he caught sight of us and looked me up one side and down another.

“Sherri said you were beautiful but she minimizes.”

Michael also stood, looked at me and gasped again, this time surprised to see me naked with Sherri, holding hands as Sherri nuzzled my neck.

“I told Fran she’s next after you recover while I take my turn fucking Michael. We’ll get them broken in soon.” Sherri led me over to Reggie and took Michael and led him toward the bedroom.

Michael noticed the monster strap-on for the first time and hung his head.

An hour later, Reggie rocked my world while I had multiple orgasms before he filled me with his cum.

“Plan on coming back next weekend for a follow up,” Sherri said to us as we left. As we drove away, I turned to Michael and asked him if he wanted to return. He smiled and said yes and our lives were forever changed.

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Since that night I spent with Charles I have been thinking about nothing else but our time we spent together and hoping that we could get together again real soon. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Charles called me on a Wednesday and asked if I was available to help him move some stuff up to his cabin up north this weekend. I jumped at the chance, checked with the wife to see if we were busy and found out nothing was going on. I told Charles I was free and he said he would pick me up around 7 pm that coming Friday. I couldn’t wait.

Charles picked me up right at 7pm that Friday and we headed north. Charles cabin is a very comfy, secluded, small log cabin, located in the heart of national forest about 4 hrs north of our house. We chatted all the way up there, telling each all about our workweek and how much we both looked forward to a 2 days of relaxing, that is after we unloaded the stuff he wanted to bring up there. Not a word was mentioned about our lust we had for each other, but both knowing that soon we would bee exploring each other again. Just thinking about what lies ahead, and what was inside his pants made my cock stir and want out…

We made good driving time getting therein less than 4 hours, unloaded the stuff in record time and finally had sat down cracked open a few beers and started to relax and watch some TV. Soon we were both yawning and commenting that we should hit the rack and get some sleep. There wasn’t even a word spoken, Charles escort dudullu got up, grabbed my hand and led me into his bedroom. He took my shirt and pants off, exposing my tented underwear. My breath was heavy as he sucked and licked my nipples. Teasing them with is tongue he knew it was driving me wild. I began removing his shirt and pants, fell to my knees and nibbled his cock through his underwear. He moaned and said how wonderful my hot breath felt on his now rock hard cock. I pulled his cock free from its restraints and slowly stroked his manhood. Down his shorts went to release his balls. Giving them a squeeze I could tell he was far from Cumming.

I stood up, pulled my shorts down and we held each other, hold each other tight saying how much we desired to be together again. Our cocks were as one as we kissed, both dripping with pre cum and throbbing wanting release. He broke our kiss, led me to the shower. We climbed in, adjusted the water and soon we were washing each other. Our bodies we sliding on each other as we soaped each other up, taking time to wash our cocks and balls with desire and passion. As I washed his back, I closed in and held him from behind, feeling the warm of his ass cheeks against my cock. I reached around; kissing is neck as I played with is a nipple while pulling his body back into mine. Reaching down grabbed his cock and was truly amazed on how large he is. Stroking his cock, istanbul bayan escort he moaned and said that we should get out of here and head to the bedroom.

Soon we were lying in bed, my leg across his lap and my head on his chest. We kissed, playing with each other cocks. Climbed up on him, laying my full weight on him, feeling our cocks rub on each other. Our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, licking each other’s lips, feeling the softness of our new love for each other.

Soon he had me on my back, telling me that he wants make love to me, fill my wanting ass with his throbbing cock, fuck me hard and soft, look at me as he slides his cock so deep into me that I cry with desire. Love me until I he cannot take it anymore, filling my love hole with his man juice, watching me squirm and beg for more.

Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him down to me, kiss him forcefully and beg him to love me like only he knows how to. The feel of his mouth on my neck as he lightly kissed me, the feel of his body on my body had me begging for his cock. We were locked in a tangle of man love as he slowly worked his way down my body, making sure he licked and kissed every inch of my now sweat covered skin. He took his time as he grabbed my cock slowly lowering his mouth all the way down to my balls, sucking hard as he came back up, making sure to add extra suction when he came to the head on my now purple cock. Working escort kozyatağı my cock in and out of his mouth, he slowly inserted a finger into my wanting man pussy. Moaning I said please fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me fast. Working my cock in his mouth, he brought me to the edge of pleasure, only to stop at the very moment of release. In time my love he told me as he reached onto the nightstand, grabbed some lube and greased his raging cock and my pulsating asshole. Spreading my legs, exposing my manhole for him, he pushed his throbbing member into my wanting, relaxed hole, slowly pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my ass.

Moaning with oh so good pain, I lifted my hips to meet his cock. Soon he was buried deep, his balls resting on my ass cheeks and he began to pump my ass. His balls we slapping my ass every time he buried his cock deep into me. Ride me fucker, ride me like the little bitch that I am I screamed as he slammed his cock into me. Grabbing my cock, I started yanking it with the rhythm of his cock slamming into to me. He slowed down as I screamed that I was Cumming, moving his cock slowly in and out I let loose with my first shot of juice all over my belly. Charles reached down and scooped up my cum with his fingers, feeding it tome as I shot more loads of my love goo. Our lips met, sharing my cum between us. He started fucking me harder, telling me that my ass is so tight around his cock. I rode his cock, pinching his nipples, watching is massive cock go in and out of my hole. I soon felt his cock swell, he picked up the pace and began to fill my ass with cum, so much that it was spilling out of my ass as he continued to fuck me. He fell on me, our bodies covered with sweat and cum and drifted off to sleep with dreams of what the morning will bring with my Charles…

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My dreams that night were an incredible mixture of erotic, bizare and confusing scenes involving Millie, Lizzie and me. In all of them we were naked.

In one of them the three of us were running hand in hand through a field of wheat, the tips were around waist height, the summer sun heating us, the wind blowing our hair wildly around our heads.

In another we were sitting next to each other on a wide, plush sofa in the lounge of Lizzie’s house. The furnishings were completely different from Lizzie’s more modern style. We were surrounded by women in capped sleeved, full length Regency dresses. They were all watching the three of us pleasuring ourselves while they smiled at us and each other.

In yet another we were in a room of the house that I didn’t recognise. It was sparsely furnished, with a couple of chairs around the edges of the room. The floor had a deep pile, soft and comfortable carpet and we were lying on it. We were once more surrounded by women who were, this time, naked, and all of us were pleasuring each other in a variety of ways.

The visions continued, vivid and very realistic, a selection of vignettes of erotic scenes rolling through. All of my senses were activated. Scents, touches, tastes. In many of them I came to orgasm.

I finally awoke as the sun shone through the gap in the curtains. After all the erotic dreams I could feel my whole body was energised.

I felt Lizzie’s hand around my waist. We had clearly ended up spooning in the night with me being the little spoon. As my mind slowly came to full wakefulness I was aware of my own arm draped over someone in front of me. I opened my eyes and there, facing me and smiling, was Millie.

She kissed me and whispered, “Good morning, Strict Anna. What wonderful dreams we shared. You made my memories come vividly back to life. You’ve made me so happy.”

I looked into her smiling eyes and quietly asked, “You had the same dreams? Those things happened to you? You’ve led an… interesting life.”

Millie placed a soft kiss on my lips and said, “I have learned and taught so much in my time.”

I felt Lizzie stir and then say what I hadn’t had a chance to express. “Millie? You’re… back… but it’s daytime. You don’t have to just be here at night?”

I shuddered with delighted shock as Millie ran her fingers down over my already erect and excited nipples. I felt Lizzie’s hand stroking gently on my mound.

Millie said, “It is All Hallows Eve, Lizzie. I can be anywhere today and, if you help me, I can be here for longer.”

I tried to focus on her words but the combination of the two of them stroking me was incredibly distracting. As if they were unaware of the effect they were having on me they carried on the conversation as Lizzie started stroking down over my clit.

“You… you can be here for longer? How?”

I parted my legs slightly as Lizzies fingers explored further down, stroking at my entrance.

At that moment Millie’s other hand joined Lizzie’s, stroking between my legs. The heat in me was intense, the orgasm that had been fuelled all night by our dreams was so close. I moaned.

Millie said, “Shh, daughter of my love, let’s focus on Strict Anna. All will be revealed later.”

I willingly gave myself over to their touches and kisses, pushing back against Lizzie, feeling her breasts pressing into my back as she placed kisses on my neck. Millie kissed me and the kiss lit my whole body up. At that precise moment I felt someone’s fingers slide into me, filling me, stretching me. I was lost in a mist of lust and desire. My orgasm exploded from me and I started shaking and crying out. Millie’s kiss seemed to add to it, lifting me higher and higher. I felt the fingers deep in me, on me, pinching my nipple, and it just carried on.

Eventually I was lost in another world. I opened my eyes to see I was lying with Millie and Lizzie but there was nothing but white mist surrounding us. My orgasm was still there, stretching on and on. I was calling out and the mist seemed to dampen and absorb my words.

Eventually it started to subside and I closed my eyes once more, revelling in my now completely satiated self.

When I opened them again I was back in the bedroom with Lizzie and Millie kissing me softly on my neck and shoulder.

I finally found my voice. “Wow. Where was that, Millie?”

She broke away and smiled, “You saw it? The white mist?”

Lizzie broke in, “I saw it too! Like we were there, floating.”

“That is the place we go when we come fully and where I’ve been forced to live at times. It is where we will need to be tonight if you are to summon me fully.”

Lizzie now asked the question which, somehow, we hadn’t asked yet.

“Who… what… are you?”

Millie looked a little sad for a moment before replying, “I don’t really remember. I’ve always been here. I have memories. You saw some of them in our dreams. That night when we were all together, making love on the floor, so many of us, that is one of my favourite memories but strangely, elazığ escort I don’t think it has happened yet.”

Lizzie burst in. “That room filled with naked women all making love? You saw that too? That happened?”

Millie smiled, “Something like it did although sadly you weren’t there. None of those women were there the last time it happened.”

I had a question now, “So why didn’t you ever ask Lizzie’s mum to help you?”

She smiled wistfully before replying. “I always tried to tell Margaret it was possible but I think she was a little scared and I hadn’t fully understood everything. I’m still learning as I return more completely than I have in centuries. I do know that it can only happen on this day. You have to summon me into myself at midnight. “

Lizzie said, “But… oh no. We’re having a party tonight. A Halloween party. There will almost certainly be a few guests still here. How…”

Millie stopped her by leaning over me to plant a soft kiss on her lips.

“Don’t worry. We will find a way. Only those who want to be here will still be here at midnight. I’m so happy you brought me here. I will finally be completely free.”

I was confused now, “I brought you here?”

Millie nodded and said, “You were in my bed. In your dream I saw you. You called out to me.”

“I… I don’t remember. I…”

She smiled, “And yet it happened. You drew me to you. Your need.”

Lizzie finally broke the moment by saying, “I hate to be practical but we still have a party to arrange, and you and I have to dress in our Moriticia outfits, Anna. Um… Millie… you’ll be here all day? Will you be at the party?”

She smiled and said, “I will, although to begin with only you will be able to see me.”

I looked at her and said, “And will you come in a costume?”

She kissed me briefly before saying, “All will be revealed.”

The rest of the day before the party was a bit of a whirl of activity. Lizzie and I hurriedly dressed in jeans, tees and trainers before heading downstairs. Millie was suddenly adorned in a full length, sleeveless, diaphanous white dress. It was very obvious she was wearing no underwear. Her pert breasts, nipples and areola were clearly visible, as was her full mound of hair and her seemingly permanently puffy pussy lips.

We worked through the day to put all the external decorations up, Millie helping us by acting as a sort of creative director telling us where things looked better. We grabbed a light lunch and I was surprised that Millie also ate. I’m not sure why it surprised me, but it did. If she was a ghost why would she need to? Next we started preparing the finger food and bowl of punch for the evening. All the food was themed around Halloween such as mini pizzas with spiders constructed from black olives; eyeball hors d’oeuvres and a salad made to look like a skeleton.

All the time, as Millie was with us, she would stop each of us occasionally and kiss us. Her kiss was mesmerising. Her very presence seemed to emanate a feeling of lust and desire that we were unable to fulfil but more and more desperately wanted to.

We ended up showering ahead of getting into our outfits, Millie left us to it and the temptation to pleasure each other was almost insurmountable but we were very conscious of the clock being against us.

We got into Lizzie’s room where she had the dresses and wigs hanging in her wardrobe. Millie joined us to, once again, offer artistic tips. The dresses were full length with a plunge neckline down to around our belly buttons and a front split to well above mid thigh. They had the classic lantern sleeves and tulip base. Underneath we both wore a black suspender belt, black stockings and matching lacy black g-strings, due to the plunge neckline bras weren’t an option. We’d bought black heels with bindings up to mid calf to complete the ensemble.

We did each others’ makeup. Matching bright red lipstick with grey eyeshadow, black mascara and eyeliner. There was a feeling like we were a couple of teenagers getting ready for our first big party. There was a lot of excitement and nervous anticipation in both of us. Millie’s very presence added to that.

Once we were dressed Millie stood back, a delicious smile on her beautiful face and put a critical thumb and forefinger on her chin before declaring, “Perfect. Just perfect. You will be the belles of the ball.”

She approached Lizzie first and kissed her softly. I watched as her hand brushed down between her breasts and then on down over the material of the dress. Lizzie shuddered and I saw her eyes close as she let out a soft moan.

Then Millie came to me and repeated everything. The kiss followed by the stroke and I felt a rush of fire in me. My wetness increased and I felt my clit throbbing with deep need. My breathing deepened and became rapid.

When her lips left mine I finally managed to gather myself and say, “What… Millie… what was that? That was wonderful.”

She smiled and looked from me erzincan escort to Lizzie and back to me. “It is my gift. It will aid us this evening.”

Lizzie said, “You’re going to make me come if you do that to me too often, Millie.”

Millie smiled. “You will come with me into the grey world, along with the chosen.”

I was confused. “The chosen?”

Millie smiled enigmatically and just replied, “All will become clear. Now, your first guests are about to arrive, Lizzie. You should be there to greet them.”

She turned and swept out of the room, Lizzie and I in her wake, holding each others’ hands like the lovers we now clearly were. Just the touch of Lizzie’s hand on mine now sparked straight through me, giving me a jolt not dissimilar to the feeling Millie had just provided. What was happening to me? To us?

We got to the hallway and then exited out into the early dark of this late October night. The air was cool but I felt only warmth and heat. The lights of the house flooded out from behind us, lighting the driveway with a soft glow and, sure enough, as we stood at the top of the marble steps a small group of five people, all in costume, walked through the gate and up the driveway. Millie stood in front of us, on the step below.

Leading the group was a stunning couple, walking hand in hand.

One was a beautiful black woman. She was dressed as Cleopatra with a see-through, full length black body stocking covering her arms, body and legs down to her ankles, Over this was layered a black and gold striped top that crossed over her breasts, obviously passed around behind her and then down around her front, crossing once more over her mound, leaving her flat belly on display. Falling from below the lower part was a pleated, translucent drop of black material which fell to the floor, covering her modesty. On her head her straight black hair was tied in a ponytail and there was a golden braid that circled her with two golden plaits falling just either side of her face.

Her companion was a slightly shorter Indian looking woman, dressed as Pocahontas. Her dress was a fawn colour with blue edging and silver tassels. It was off the shoulder on one side, and bias cut on the hem so that it was higher on the same side as the off the shoulder part, revealing a very smooth expanse of thigh

The black woman called out, “Lizzie!” and waved.

Lizzie called back, “Hi Angela! Rhea! Lovely to see you both!”

The rest of the group consisted of a sexy witch, a guy who had dressed as a character from Avatar, including having painted his skin blue, and a woman dressed as a sexy cat, with a tail and kitty ears.

Lizzie lifted my hand in hers and said, “Angela, Rhea, this is my friend Anna, and this is Millie…”

Angela and Rhea looked a little confused and Millie turned, smiled and winked at us.

Angela said, “Um… Millie? Who’s Millie? Where’s Millie?”

They couldn’t see her. Millie had warned us but it didn’t seem possible.

I thought quickly and stammered out, “Millie. Yes, Millie. It’s Lizzie’s pet name for… her house. Her new house.”

Angela and Rhea looked quizzically at me but just smiled. As Angela came up to me, Millie stepped aside, her dress lightly flapping in the breeze. Angela held out her hand, “Nice to meet you Anna,” while Rhea gave Lizzie a hug.

I took her hand in mine and replied, “Lovely to meet you too, Angela.”

They swapped over and I got a delicious kiss on each cheek from Rhea and a hug. She whispered, “I love your Morticias! Lovely to meet you, Anna.”

Lizzie said, “Okay all, let’s get indoors. I want you to see all the wonderful decorations that Anna, Millie… sorry, Anna and I have set up in Millie.”

We turned and followed Millie indoors. We’d lowered the lights and put filters on others so that there were areas of blue, red and green all through the hall, lounge and kitchen. There were fake cobwebs everywhere as well as a coffin with fake blood oozing down the sides in one corner of the hall. We went into the lounge and Lizzie started the Halloween themed playlist from the iPad we’d set up there.

Over the next hour the house filled up with new people and Lizzie and I did our best to be the wonderful hostesses we dreamed of being. There were thirty or more people, all in wonderful costumes.

Both Lizzie and I watched as Millie wandered around among the guests. She would walk up behind them and brush their necks with her lips. Depending on how they reacted she would then wait until she could stand in front of them and, as she had done with us earlier, she would run her finger down between their breasts, another common theme was that they were all women, and then her hand would seem to sink into the material of their outfit just between their legs. We watched as most of them reacted in the way we had. Their faces flushed and their eyes seemed to sparkle. When that happened, Millie could place a soft kiss on their lips and move away.

The ones who received Millie’s erzurum escort kiss were Angel, Rhea, and four others.

The first one was Jen, a friend of Lizzie’s who had come as some sort of Renaissance Princess. She was wearing a beautiful, crimson full length dress with bell sleeves, a tight bodice and a slash on the left up to hip height exposing the taffeta layers underneath. She had a pink ruff around her neck and in her long, straight black hair she wore a matching crimson, heart shaped, felt tiara. She looked beautiful, the outfit emphasising her delicious, hourglass shape.

The next was Jill, a beautiful blond American who lived nearby in the village. She had come as a very sexy looking Red Riding Hood. She wore a red, hooded cape under which she had a deeper red basque and full length skirt which had a slit up to the top of her thigh which revealed she was wearing black leather boots which came up above her knee. Everything was tied together with deep black ribbon and she was carrying a basket of fruit with a red and black checked lining.

Next came Christa, a very shapely latin beauty with dark hair and a beautiful shape that was more than enhanced by her gothic outfit. It was, of course, black, off the shoulder with full length lace sleeves, a corset dress that came to above mid thigh, the skirt portion was layered over with the same black lace, high at the front and sweeping down in layers at the back so that it just brushed the floor. Her black heels completed it to a tee.

The final one was Laura. She was dressed as a very alluring witch doctor. She had a black, long tailed waistcoat under which she had a purple low cut vest which showed the mounds of her breasts beautifully. She was wearing black and, in places see-through, shorts. The black patches covering her intimate areas, but only just. On top of her dirty blond hair she wore a tall, black brimmed leather hat adorned with feathers and a small skull perched at the front. She also wore a skeleton mask covering just her eyes, shaped perfectly to her nose. The most intriguing addition was that, at her waist, dangled a set of cream leather handcuffs connected to each other by a twelve inch long chain.

Somehow Millie conspired to gather all six of them, along with Lizzie and myself, in a social group. Millie seemed to just place her hand in the smalls of their backs and slowly they moved together. I also noticed that we were the only ones not drinking alcohol. For me that was a choice because I wanted to be totally with it when the time came for whatever was going to happen.

Over the next few hours people started saying their goodbyes and when it came to just before eleven in the evening I realised that, counting Millie, we were the only nine people left.

I noticed Laura in particular looking mostly at me. She had a delightful American accent, a wonderful sense of fun and looked sexy as hell. Millie said to me, “She wants you, Strict Anna. She really wants you.”

I shuddered as I felt her touch through the material of my dress. My soaking pussy seemed to drench even more. I almost lost my footing. It felt like I was right on the edge of coming.

I turned to Millie and said, “It’s a pity they can’t see you, Millie. You look so gorgeous.”

She smiled and moved to stand between Lizzie and me, taking our hands in hers and there was a sudden gasp from the other five guests.

Angela was the first to speak, “Lizzie… how… how did you do that?”

I said, “You can see her, Angela?”

She just nodded and continued to stare at Millie.

Millie smiled and said, “Ladies, may I introduce myself properly? I am Millie.”

Rhea said, “Sorry, what? You’re Lizzie’s house?”

Millie giggled. “No, adorable Rhea. That was Strict Anna’s little lie to cover up that she had only just discovered that you couldn’t see me.”

Jen’s voice shook a little as she asked nervously, “What… are you? Are you a ghost?”

Millie shook her head. “No, sweet Jen. I am… something else. We will all discover soon what I am in truth.”

I saw Laura get a questioning look on her face. A hint of suspicion. “Are you the one who made me suddenly really turned on a couple of hours ago?”

Millie bit her lip and said, “Yes, luscious Laura. That was my little gift to urge you to stay.”

“Fuck. I’ve been drenched ever since. My clit thinks she’s being permanently kissed. I nearly went to find a bathroom so I could get myself off.”

I was a little surprised at just how direct she was being but, given my own state, I was glad Lizzie and I weren’t the only ones.

Jill said, “God, I want to feel like this forever. You can do that?”

Millie went up to Jill and placed her lips against hers and stroked under the gap in her skirt. I heard Jill gasp and Millie said, “Oh, Jill with the eyes you can fall into, yes.”

Angela said, “But… why? What’s all this for? I don’t understand.”

Millie turned to look at Angela and said, “This is the night I can return fully but it takes a lot of energy. There is an energy released by an orgasm that I need. Not just one, but many.”

Angela looked into her eyes and, I knew, she was as mesmerised as all of us by Millie. The feelings of heat and need were always there. She nodded slowly and then smiled, “You want us to come for you?”

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He had ERECT tool now, so erect it was ready to leap. He didn’t seemed expecting a sucking, I too didn’t offer. Not because I don’t want to, I am a very great sucker and more often than not dicks fill my mouth and deep depths sooner *blush*. I didn’t offer as I felt he may be done and then my pussy may have to just be content with no dick inside for that week. We didn’t talk too as any excitement may have had him finish before even entering lol.

He lifted my bOOty with his warm hands, thrust his new condom wrapped, thou rough erected member into my waiting, WET, pussy. He didn’t have to exercise much pressure as the wetness guided him more than half way through as soon as he got in. No his girth was great, his size as earlier said is i9″+, it was the more the wetness and my juicy pink lips eagerly opening for a fuck. He went further, then out … and … in and. No glory… this time he went in further and then again and again.. and so forth. Great. I moaned, no not an orgasm yet, *blush* … just was happy I am afterall getting a fuck.

He kept going, he attained good rhythm and was holding, rather pressing deeper into my ass hole while my bum cheeks were held firmly as he was trying to enter me deeper. It was hurting my poor ass.

He had some little triangle pubic bush, just on top of his dick. It had some hair protruding, maybe he cut them prior week or so. Some those were tickling my clit. I had a little smile in my face. He could go more deeper in my pussy and now started hitting my vagina inside harder. As he was digging deeper, his hair was tickling me more … and … My Gosh … did pinch a sensitive part in my clit bud. I moaned … AND … I instantly…..CAME … he moaned more than me. No he didn’t cum yet, he moaned maybe he had the pussy cumming on his dick after a decade or.. he was happy, he was able to let me reach with his dick in. Both of them may be true.

He kept escort ümraniye digging further extending my orgasm, as he let each and every corner of his penis experience the contractions of a regal pussy and of course my juices.

After he enjoyed my first one with him inside, he lifted up his hands from my butt. He placed them on my left bOOb, eyeing it more closer now. His open lips were near the booby bud., as his hands were squeezing the boob more vigorously. With that squeeze and also the pumping in my pussy by his more hard dick, the boob did bulge up and my right boob was jumping up and down too.

I know he is going to gulp my boob bud, which did grew more than the size on his first day with his lusty looks. He took out his tongue, which had pleasured my pussy till a little while and … and.. he started not gulping my bud, but circling my aerosol. I was not expecting it, so there was a tickling in my boob, clit and also inside, his tool was now gone more deeper and he is fucking harder. As he was circling with his tongue I saw my bud was protruding.. getting more bigger, more of the size of a bigger grape. I was eyeing it with pleasure and know he may suck it anytime.

He appeared so… and instead of sucking, he …. my … MY …. bit the tip of my bOOb bud which it so ripe and hardening with his front teeth. This sudden biting made me Arch and … CUM again. This time he didn’t stop but increased his speed and he was right, using my contractions and the juices he could go TOTALLY in me. I kept cumming for a while as now his balls were able to hit bottom of my pussy and his hair was still playing with my clit, but I am used to it.

He now turned his focus to my right bOOb, I know what to expect. As such to have a clear view I moved my hand behind my head and was watching him. He lifted his head and his hands started squeezing my boob.

AND escort istanbul he suddenly started kissing not my boob or boob bud… but my armpit. Ooooommmccchh. I moaned, didn’t come yet though. after kissing for some time he started licking my armpit, it had a great, never experienced, sensation and you know … *blush*. I CAME again.

He was enjoying my quick juicing body (WETSARA :)) and tight juicy pussy and was pumping soooo hard, the bed started squeaking. My bOObs could have been jumping up down had he not been covering them with his hairy chest.

He now was approaching my lips to kiss me after all. He just started earlier and came out. I too badly need a thorough kiss. He looked into my eyes, I blushed and winked at him. He bent his head and in anticipation my rose lips were trying to open up.

He didn’t kiss my lips instead started biting my left ear lobe. It was so fucking sexy… I moaned and he blew a kiss in my ear with a huge sound and kept on kissing in ear more … more and MORE. The first kiss had me again arch and arch sooo high…. he kept pounding more.

My gosh.. he is not just fucking … he is making love much deeper.

I did not want him to explore my body anymore more which is making me explode more, I don’t mind though, I like to Cum and Cum … and keep cumming.

So pulled his face to me grabbing his hair and started kissing him, eating his hard lips. With my licking, kisses and juicing they became soo soft. I kept kissing and tongue fighting with him.

He was going great still. It is likely his double dose for erection is now working, I felt happy that now I am getting a great fuck because of that. At the same time I thought the same double dose didn’t work when he wanted to mount me first.

And.. I felt proud that the dose was not a match for my jewels. I felt sooo proud … PROUD…..PPPRrrrrOooooUuuDdddd, I moaned in his escort göztepe mouth

, lips partly out of his mouth and CAME once again. He went on for sometime extending my orgasm, and after I stopped he went twice or thrice in and … No he did not yet come.

Took his tool out, which was shining with my juices and is still rock haarrdd.

He asked me to turn on my stomach, I turned with my bOOty up… what is he up to?

He started smothering my butt with his hands. So nice of him, I have been in that position for more than a couple of hours and my butt was aching, so his message was goood.

I heard something popping out, but didn’t bother as I was enjoying the message. He stretched my ass cheeks and bent between my stretch and started licking, starting from my pussy end and going into my ass hole. Nice he is cleaning up. Hope he won’t toungue fuck my ass. I saw him circling deep in my ass hole.

I ALSO FELT SOMETHING WEIRD. He started cleaning my pussy and inside of pussy with his hands. The hands were cleaning and leaving the juices somewhere as when they are in next time I don’t feel they were wet anymore. Intrgued, I turned and looked at him and could not believe what he wanted to do next.

I asked him to hold on. He stopped what he was about to do.

He took the condom out his dick, that was what the popped out sound earlier. Then he was not cleaning the juices, he was filling them in my Ass. And he was applying my juices to his tool so it can easily slide into my Ass hole!!!

He wanted to ass fuck me!!! not because he wanted to claim my ass virginity, it was more for him to CUMMMM.

I told him to put on a lubricant condom and lie down on the bed with his tool up. And I would take control.

As I take control from now on … I let you go.

Keep thinking and guess what I am going to do different with him to cum inside deeper this time, any kinkier ideas too are welcome.

You can, in the meantime, eat my ass given all my juices are in it. Go after my bOOb buds too they still are very Huge and Round and Ripe… to explode, one of them, the right one is still sulking as it was not sucked.

The sex saga will be continued …

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The two young men in the beginning of their twenties left the club’s mixed seats section, where crowds were not segregated, still talking animatedly about the football game. Walking among the masses that dispersed after the match, the two slender men, with delicate features, attracted many feminine looks. Few masculine looks too. However, they were oblivious to everything, so focused on each other that the rest of the world was just a blur.

The tallest blond, Lucian, wore a red T-shirt over pink-orange jeans, hands in his pockets, lids half-closed over his green eyes and a mischievous smile on his face. He leaned toward his companion, listening intently to what he said, laughing occasionally or adding sarcastic comments, his slick hair falling in front of his face like a curtain, living only Brendon’s figure filling his field of vision.

Direct and excited, Brendon led the conversation with large gestures. He was dressed in the blue uniform of the opposing club, his big black eyes wide open, as if he were watching in front of his eyes the scene he was describing with enthusiasm. His irises were so dark that his pupils were barely visible. His spiky hair was also black, in contrast to the extremely fair skin.

They had met a week earlier, at Cafe Crescent. There they discovered Brendon had just been admitted into the same psychology course that Lucian had been attending for a year. They were unable to stop talking until they had to split up after the Cafe was closed, taking a little longer, changing their contacts.

Lucian was looking forward to seeing Brendon again and thought the football match would be a fun place to get to know him better. He called his good old friend, with whom he had scheduled to go to the game. Telling what was going on, he offered to buy his ticket. The friend, who cared very much for him, was thrilled to learn that he was showing interest in someone. With the candor that only good friends share, he said that although Lucian always posed as cool, he was too insecure and shy when it came to relationships, especially the romantic type. And, therefore, a football stadium was not the best place for a meeting.

“I don’t want to create expectations for a romantic date.” A public, controlled environment can be the best. I’m not even sure how I’m going to feel when I meet him again, “Lucian explained.

Then, his friend agreed to donate the precious ticket on the condition that, as payment, Lucian had to “relax and move on”. Lucian replied that he would do as he pleased. The friend retorted that if he were always so demanding, he would end up like a lone auntie, surrounded only by cats.

Lucian immediately called Brendon. He simply said he had a spare ticket and invited him to the game.

Brendon immediately accepted. However, realizing that it had been too easy, he commented on how much he wanted to go to that match and how lucky he was to be invited since the tickets were sold out. Only then, he wandered if Lucian supported the other team. Brendon asked which section they were going to. Lucian did indeed root for the other team, but the tickets were for the mixed crowd section. Silently, he sighed with relief, he wouldn’t need to wear the colors of the opposing team. After they hung up, he hurried to post to his group of football fans that he had a ticket left over to pass on.

Thinking about Lucian cheering for the other team, Brendon soon had a lascivious idea.

After the match, moving away from the stadium, Brendon was in a very good mood because his team had won. He took every opportunity to provoke Lucian, bringing up the subject again and again. The supporter of the red team pretended to be angry and responded by ruffling Brendon’s hair, shooing him off and slapping his buttocks. Under the club’s blue uniform, there were lean, firm muscles, a pleasure to look at and touch. Lucian was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his hands away, always putting them firmly in his pockets.

Coquettish Brendon turned to the window of a parked car to rearrange his carefully messy hair. Concealed, he checked the other young man’s reflection and amused himself. The tall blonde was looking at him with a wolf smile, almost drooling.

A drizzle started to fall and Brendon sang:

—Raindrops keep falling on my head…

He stretched his arms over his head, palms up as if trying to catch those raindrops while doing pirouettes. Lucian chased after him trying to grab his waist, his hands freed again from the pocket prisons, but Brendon dodged smartly until they both had to bend over panting and laughing.

“You have a swing!” Lucian said breathlessly.

“Ah, I attended ballet classes,” Brendon replied nonchalantly.

-Seriously?

Lucian’s mind was taken with the image of the black-haired boy in a completely pink ballerina outfit, from the tutu to the pointe shoes with ribbon straps, making feminine movements. He shook his head, finding the idea a little fun and very exciting.

“Yeah, I know,” the other replied deflated, escort yakacık mistaking the reason for Lucian’s reaction.

Brendon’s smile had faded and he walked with his hands behind his back.

Lucian felt guilty. Wanting to encourage the other, he tried to provoke:

“You must have met a lot of handsome men back then.”

Only when he had finished speaking did he notice where that comment came from: a fit of green, burning jealousy. He looked sideways to see what would appear on the younger man’s features.

“Oh yeah! Many!” Brendon had regained his luster. “The Nutcracker, Rothbart, and even a male black swan, not to mention several princes …” This time, he was not mistaken about what Lucian was feeling. “What do you think? Ballet dancers practice a lot. There’s no time for orgies.”

Brendon continued, seriously:

“My best friend was a ballet dancer so good that he became a professional. Only, his father never accepted, even punched him in the face once. This is how it happens with prejudice, there is nothing to gain, but much to lose.”

Finally, they reached the parking lot where Lucian had left the car. It was already dark and the open space was deserted. The asphalt, wet from the light rain that came and went all day, reflected the orange lights of the high poles scattered among the parked cars. Lucian felt it was beautiful, listening to Brendon’s voice filling the space like a warm flow, still talking about prejudice.

Lucian’s tingling feeling about Brendon had grown to a desire that was hard to ignore. He warned himself, again, not to act impulsively. He needed to take things slowly if he wanted to avoid getting hurt. He closed his eyes. Something about the younger man appealed deeply to what he struggled so hard to control. However, it also made him feel tender and caring. He could definitely fall in love with this witty young man.

Since his eyes were closed, Lucian didn’t see the subtle vibration that touched Brendon’s black lashes when he heard Lucian sigh.

They reached the car. Lucian was fishing for the key in his pocket, still listening to what Brendon was saying.

“In my view, hooligans are just repressed fags who want an excuse to touch other men.”

He leaned against the car, looking directly into Lucian’s eyes. Without changing his casual tone, he added:

“On the other hand, as open and reasonable gay men, we can simply agree among ourselves that the one whose team has won has the right to fuck the other.”

Brendon, let the silence fall while, smiling, he waited for Lucian to realize the meaning of what he had said. The blonde stood there frozen, eyes wide. When Brendon heard the sound of the car key falling to the floor, that tall, lean body was pressing him against the car.

“Do you want to fuck me?” The tall blond’s voice was a low growl.

After all, the blue team had won the score.

Although Lucian could feel the body underneath trembling against his, Brendon’s voice was calm, even mild, yet provocative:

“Yes, a lot.”

With his fingertips, Brendon placed a lock of Lucian’s hair behind his ear, making the gesture become a caress, in stark contrast to the other’s harshness.

Their breaths mixing heavily in the small space that separated their mouths, Lucian plunged hard over those tempting lips, parting them with his tongue, unrestrained. A voice in Lucian’s head recalled the resolution to go slow, but it was completely obstructed by the feelings provoked by Brendon’s hands pulling on the back of his neck, wishing for more. One of Brendon’s legs went up to Lucian’s back waist and twisted over Lucian’s buttocks, trapping him, pulling him into an even tighter embrace where their pelvis met.

Lucian grabbed the young ballet dancer’s buttocks and pulled him up. Understanding what he wanted, with a small light jump, Brendon raised his other leg and crossed his ankles on Lucian’s back.

Lucian pressed Brendon firmly against the car, the two men rubbing themselves as their lips and tongues continued to rotate together. Lucian’s desire grew so much that he needed to touch the shaft that was shaking and pressing against his belly. He tried to pull his chest away, but Brendon bit and sucked hard on his bottom lip, preventing him from breaking the kiss.

As if in a fury, Lucian grabbed the back of his neck by the hair and held it while he separated himself enough to place his other hand in the space between them. He undid Brendon’s shorts lace and, sliding into the blue team’s shorts, lightly stroked the glans, then continued to slide over the swollen limb, brushing his fingertips like a blind man who wants to know a precious object by heart. Finally, he took the balls in his palm, extending a finger to the ass, pressing and massaging.

Brendon’s head tilted back, leaning against the roof of the car, and his arms left Lucian’s neck and fell limp beside his body. When Brendon’s legs started to sag as well, Lucian put his other arm bayan escort istanbul around the smaller man’s waist, supporting him as he slowly slid to the floor. He sat in the Indian style, with Brendon’s limp body in his lap, face to face, legs around Lucian’s waist, back against the car.

During the maneuver, he did not let go of Brendon’s member or look away from the other’s face. As his position gave him more space, Lucian tightened his grip and moved his finger with more pressure, making Brendon moan harder.

“Stop,” Brendon asked breathlessly, but the other seemed not to have heard.

Brendon managed to hold the other man’s wrist over his belly with both hands and pulled:

“Stop! Stop, please.”

Lucian froze immediately, making such an effort to remove his hand that his arm was shaking.

“He’s going to run,” thought Lucian. “What was I thinking? Why couldn’t I treat him with the respect and tenderness he deserves? He’s going to leave me here and now, and I’m the only one to blame.”

Brendon raised Lucian’s hand to the level of his face. Turning his palm to him, he slowly reached out with his tongue, licking Lucian’s fingertips, wrapping it in his mouth and suck on his index and middle fingers. Groans escaped Lucian’s throat just by watching, with wide eyes, his fingers disappear on Brendon’s lips, feeling his hot, moist tongue wrap around them.

Brendon pulled Lucian’s wrist closer with both hands, took a deep breath and swallowed both fingers, deep in his throat, just to show off. Without breaking eye contact, he made Lucian’s fingers slide up and down through the damp and hot tunnel while making swallowing movements that massaged them, his Adam’s apple swinging up and down. He then pulled them out and took a deep breath, panting. He inspected his work, lots of saliva dripping all over Lucian’s hand.

With a smile that radiated in his eyes, he commented with a wink, his voice a little hoarse:

“Better now, isn’t it?”

Lucian looked at the dripping hand frozen in the air, as if it were not his, and again at the shiny, wet mouth that had just swallowed his fingers, those dark, smiling eyes. He realized he was gaping.

“You need …” His tone was very tense, Lucian started again, softer “You need a safe word.”

“Why?” Brendon asked, tilting his head.

“Then you can ask me to stop without saying ‘stop’.

Brendon gently pushed the wrist that still hovered between them, with a quick and graceful movement he placed Lucian’s hand inside his clothes and straddled the palm.

“What do you suggest, then?”

Lucian’s ability to think completely abandoned him.

“Red? red is a common word for this.”

Adjusting himself with a sigh over the hand that was beginning to feel him again, as if by itself, now more lubricated, he grabbed Lucian’s shirt and pouted.

“But I like red,” he said in a tearful voice.

Pulling on Lucian’s shirt, he approached his ear, touching Lucian’s earlobe with his lips, and added in a hoarse tone:

“For example, I can say, red lost today, red must submit to blue … ouch!”

He groaned because Lucian’s fingers entered forcefully into his butthole with a jerk when he teased again.

Gripping Brendon’s waist tightly with his free arm, Lucian lowered his head against Brendon’s chest and rubbed himself like an animal, inhaling deeply the musky scent of his arousal.

“Safeword. Now.”

Brendon couldn’t help moving in slow circles. Forward, rubbing the stick on Lucian’s belly, backward burying those fingers inside. He looked around desperately seeking inspiration.

“Parking! Our safe word is parking! But…”

“But what?” It was more an impatient, muffled growl than words.

“What if I want to say ‘go on, don’t stop, more’, without saying that?”

Brendon’s movement was accelerating and Lucian’s fingers were moving in and out more easily and deeply.

Lucian looked up to meet those big black eyes, his voice was even more hoarse, but in a soft, tender tone.

“Then you say ‘stop’.”

Smiling, Brendon rested his arms on Lucian’s shoulders, running his fingers lovingly through his hair. He tilted his head forward until their foreheads met and whispered:

“Than stop. Please, stop.”

The arm around Brendon’s waist tightened and pulled him while the fingers inside him pushed to the base. He gasped in pain, surprise, and pleasure, his head bobbing backward hitting the car. Those invading fingers started pumping into his hole. With his eyes closed, he felt a mouth licking, nibbling and biting his chest over his blue shirt.

After a while, Lucian’s fingers felt the ring around them pulsing. He withdrew his hand. Gently, but firmly, he pushed the other’s body to the floor. In the same movement, rolling Brendon onto his stomach.

In the quiet parking lot, where only their panting could be heard, the sound of the zipper opening cut through the night. Brendon propped himself up on one elbow, half-turned escort bağdat caddesi to see the blond beauty kneeling behind him, between his legs, his face hidden by strands of hair and shadows, pulling the straight stick out of his pants.

Lucian spat in his hand and rubbed the entire body of his cock. Still holding his cock with one hand, as if he were aiming at the sensitive parts below, his free hand pulled the hem of Brendon’s shorts exposing the white marble round buttocks. Lucian leaned forward, supporting the weight with his free hand, half lying on the man’s thigh below, with his face still covered by the undone shiny blond hair. That prick fumbled through the firm, round buttocks until it found the soft hole. Then, with a shiver, Lucian froze.

Seeing this, Brendon said with a smile in a soft voice

“Stop?”

Lucian raised his head.

“What?” Eyes unfocused, as if suspended in a trance.

“Stop, please!” Brendon’s voice was choked with anticipation.

With a sigh, Lucian closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on only one part of his body and slowly rolled the weight to the center. The head of his rod entered.

Lucian looked down, still holding his member firmly, and pulled it out. Then again. Out. Inside.

Brendon, still looking at Lucian, could only compare him to a boy with a new toy. And the new toy was him. That thought gave him a tingling sensation that sent waves of pleasure through all of his muscles, including the tight ones around Lucian.

Feeling the tremor around his cock, Lucian stopped plucking Brendon’s entrance and, in a hard movement, inserted everything until his belly hit the other’s buttocks. Brendon cried out in pain and surprise.

Lucian, buried inside, asked worriedly:

“Did I hurt you? Does it hurt?”

“Of course you fucking hurt me.” Brendon’s voice sounded angry. “It hurts a lot!

Lucian hesitated for an instant, in a powerful but brief internal conflict. There was never any doubt about which part of him would win. He started pounding Brendon without mercy.

“If I’m your little toy,” Brendon thought with satisfaction, “you’re mine. Play along, my little toy! ” He crossed his arms in front of him on the asphalt and rested his head, letting the mixed feelings of pleasure and pain flow.

“Do. I. Hurt. You?” Lucian’s breathless voice, low and vibrant, came out a word at each thrash.

“Yesss!,” Brendon replied, smiling. “Yes, yes, please!”

Lucian snarled and forced everything when he came. He lost the ability to support his own weight and gave in over Brendon, seeming only half-conscious.

Carefully, Brendon rolled over, making Lucian slide over him, trying to protect, in the best possible way, the other’s lethargic body from hitting the asphalt hard. He got up, having found the car keys, and opened the back door.

Brendon began to lift Lucian gently, encouraging in a soft voice:

“Okay, grab my shoulder and help me out a bit, okay?” He managed to get the limp man to sit on the pavement.

Clumsy, Lucian tried to get up, but his legs were wobbly.

“No, no, not like that, just lean on me, okay? Here, up and go.”

Lucian felt that he was being placed, face-up, in the back seat of the car, with his legs out the door. Brendon started pulling out Lucian’s pants.

“No!” Lucian raised his arm as he tried to hold Brendon.

But Brendon was out of his reach and had his own agenda. He wanted to act before the other regained his senses.

The long legs were bare. Brendon crawled over Lucian, who asked:

“No, don’t do that” trying to focus while fighting the torpor to take control.

With his knees between Lucian’s legs and his torso tilted, the spears touching each other, Brendon brought his mouth close to Lucian’s ear and whispered provocatively:

“Our safe word is still in effect.”

He licked Lucian’s ear, thrusting the tip of his tongue into the small hole and sucked on his earlobe.

Satisfied that he had given Lucian enough time to voice the safeword, he put his arms under the knees of the lying man and pulled them onto his shoulders. He spat on the fingers of his right hand and placed it over Lucian’s hole.

“You don’t understand,” Lucian said, “It’s not that I don’t … It’s just that I’ve never… never…”

“Ah!” Brendon’s face lit up. “Am I going to be the first one down here?”

One finger was forcing the passage, one millimeter at a time. Lucian took a deep breath and didn’t answer, he just closed his eyes and frowned, turning his face to the back of the seat.

“Relax, okay? Don’t worry, I will be very kind… If you behave.”

Tears streamed from Lucian’s eyes.

“Hey, what is that?” Said Brendon, unmoved by the other’s man cry. “There’s a prize waiting for you. There’s nothing like it. I know it’s scary to get out of your comfort zone, but I guarantee you will like it. And I know you want to.”

Lucian’s voice was harsh, a sensation of burning pain radiated from the base of his body upwards, his face also burning with shame.

“Do you…?”

“What? Yes, I’m sure you want to.”

No… I mean, do you want me? Like this. You already had me … in the other way, but … do you want this?”

Brendon released one of Lucian’s legs and settled beside him in the tight space on the back seat.

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CH. 03. – RACHAEL SEES LIGHT – 2

Prologue:

This is CH. 03 of my second erotic story submitted to Literotica. I continue being thankfully indebted to Candy_Kane54 for providing editing, style advice, and general encouragement for my several erotic story submissions.

Primary Characters:

Rachael (Rach) Saunders: MBA and Business Owner = 26 Years Old

Shels Gordon: HS Senior and Lost Girl

= 19 Years Old

Ames Davis: HS Senior and Lost Girl

= 19 Years Old

M. Chee (Moon) Hahn: HS Senior and Lost Girl
= 18 Years Old

Kelly Phillips: Resident Manager St. John’s Group Home = 24 Years Old

As CH. 02 ended, Rach was phoning Kelly, the N. Florida Group Home Resident Manager. She planned to discuss an idea with Kelly regarding the Group Home Residents visiting Tybee for ten days of fun and learning.

Rach had held several conversations with Pam regarding Kelly, the St. John’s Group Home Resident Manager, on how Kelly could advise Rach on maintaining good relations with Shels, Ames, and Moon. Although Kelly’s residents were younger girls, seven to thirteen years old, there were some commonalities with Rach’s situation. Finally, Rach said to Pam, there was an idea she would like to discuss directly with Kelly. Rach asked if it was okay for her to phone Kelly first, and she would then discuss the concept with Pam if they both agreed. Pam replied definitely, and Rach should phone Kelly when convenient for her.

Rach decided it was best to phone Kelly later in the morning after the Group Home girls would be at the St. John’s Day School. Rach would also arrange for Shels, Ames, and Moon to work on an office project with Cat that morning. She and Kelly could then have an in-depth conversation without being interrupted.

Kelly answered the phone after only two rings, and Rach introduced herself as a former St. John’s community member who now lived on Tybee. Kelly replied that Pam had mentioned Rach’s situation and to expect a call from her. However, Pam hadn’t discussed any details.

Rach said she had a proposition for Kelly, who laughed and shot back that they had just met by phone. Now Rach intended to proposition her for sex? She then added that Rach was definitely a fast mover!

Rach was very embarrassed and stuttered OH NO, not that kind of proposition.

Kelly came right back at Rach and said, girl, you were so out there, and Pam had not mentioned that Rach from Tybee liked girls!

Rach was totally flustered now, although Kelly’s sense of humor intrigued her. Well, she thought, Kelly was joking around!

My proposition was a real one, Rach countered. Kelly hit right back; it definitely sounded like a fake excuse for a sexual invite to her.

Rach was actually sputtering now!

Kelly followed up, telling Rach to cool her jets. She likes to have fun messing with new and gullible friends. It seems that Pam had not told Rach that Kelly was the consummate jokester!

Okay, sweetie, what was the real proposition?

Rach said she wanted to offer Kelly and her resident girls a ten-day vacation to Tybee Island next month.

Absolute Silence! Rach to Kelly, was she there?

Kelly to Rach! Did she hear her correctly?

.

Rach said she would briefly state her thoughts, and if Kelly agreed, they could organize the travel details via email. Rach had met three teenage girls one week ago and, for some unknown reason, wanted to help them. Things had spiraled nearly out of control with her now becoming the girl’s legal guardian, and they lived with her. Rach’s problem was she had always been a loner and reared as an only child. Therefore she had no sense of relating closely with others, especially teenaged girls.

Rach absolutely did not regret her decision. However, she realized she needed input from someone on the ground who was experienced in relating to children. Pam had raved so much about Kelly caring for the Group Home residents that Rach thought, BINGO, Kelly’s the one! Rach wanted Kelly’s residents and a few others from St. John’s to visit Tybee for fun, which was also a learning experience for Kelly’s resident girls. Additionally, Rach wanted lots of one on one time with Kelly. She hoped to develop more insight into how she could improve Shels, Ames, and Moon lives. She wanted them to be happy and successful, especially attending university and earning a degree. Rach was totally sold on Kelly being able to help her. However, there were significant age gaps between the Group Home resident girls and Rach’s three late teen girls. According to Pam, Rach and Kelly were basically the same age, university graduates, and nice people.

Finally, Rach was a business owner, with her company finances in great shape after only two years of operating. Rach had also earned lots of money investing in cheap stock during her final two years of study. She did not want to just throw money at the girls trying to buy their love. Rach wanted a family hatay escort relationship with Shels, Ames, and Moon truly based on mutual love and respect.

Rach proposed to book a resort for thirty-five guests who included ten local persons and twenty-five people from the St. John’s community. The ten days would be split evenly between fun and school-like activities, such as visiting the Girl Scout Museum in Savannah or a Sea Scavenger Hunt. Rach and Kelly would officially propose the ten-day travel to Tybee as a Studycation for the Group Home residents.

Rach ended the offer by stating that her company would fund the entire Studycation expense. This would include round trip travel by luxury coach, lodging, meals, museum tickets, and other valid travel expenses. What were Kelly’s thoughts on the proposition?

Kelly replied she was all for Rach’s proposition of Tybee with no Sex! She continued, seriously, a trip such as this would be awesome for her girls. However, she would need this request approved by Jai, Pam, and the Group Home Board.

Rach replied that they should iron out the wrinkles by email and phone, and then Kelly could present the completed proposal to the board. Rach wanted Kelly, the two resident assistants, and Pam and Jenny to travel with the girls to Tybee. There would be a few formal classes during the ten days. However, most of the education and fun activities would be in the form of field trips. Jenny should also know there was easy access to an excellent riding stable where she could hold a few equestrian training exercises.

Kelly said they should definitely do this but that she needed to run. See you next month if the board approved their proposal!

Kelly had several conversations with the local N. Florida Group Home Board Members and Rach, following up on their initial phone communication where Rach offered the travel proposal. She had tried to discretely learn more about Rach from others at St. John’s; however, Rach’s life seemed to be a well-kept secret. As far as anybody knew, Rach was an only child and a loner who was quite brilliant throughout her secondary school and university education. As a high school junior, she had received a full five-year MBA degree scholarship to the ACC University in Boston.

Tragedy struck in Rach’s senior year of high school when her parents died in a boating accident. She recovered from this stressful event and graduated from university with honors. Rach then moved to Tybee and formed her company which was quite successful. Kelly could not glean much else about Rach’s past, such as was she ever in a serious dating relationship.

Kelly finally cornered Pam one day after they met with the board to finalize approval of the Studycation. Kelly informed Pam that she had a bit of a dilemma and needed more information and details from her about Rach. In their most recent phone call, Rach had suggested that Kelly share a small suite with her for the Tybee Studycation. She and Kelly would have considerable more time to discuss Rach’s new parenting situation in the evenings if they shared a small suite. Kelly said she felt Rach was honest and open, with no ulterior motive(s) when she suggested they share the suite during the visit. However, Kelly was quite intrigued about Rach, who seemed to be kind of a mystery to much of the St. John’s community.

Pam smiled wickedly at Kelly and asked, had Kelly crushed on someone during their several phone conversations?

Kelly blushed brightly and said, stop it! She just wanted to learn a bit more about the person she had frequently talked with during the past two weeks.

Pam said she honestly knew very little about Rach, other than she came from the St. John’s community and was quite innovative in business. Rach was seven years older than Pam’s group of friends and a loner, so they had never hung out in N. Florida. Pam did not think Rach had ever seriously dated anyone and was often slyly called the introverted loner by a few folks at St. John’s. Pam personally felt that Rach was a nice person who was a bit shy around most people. However, if Kelly was worried, she should politely decline Rach’s offer and bunk in with her Group Home girls.

Kelly quickly responded that she had no reservations about sharing the suite with Rach. It actually could be fun for both of them. However, she was a young lady, so it was natural for her to be inquisitive about someone new.

Pam was on the run but gave Kelly a final gem to consider. Remember that she was also a mystery to Rach, and yet, she wanted to share a small suite with Kelly. Obviously, Rach felt comfortable with Kelly. After all, the two had spoken many times in the past two weeks. The Rach that most of St. John’s knew had never before invited anyone to share her personal space. Therefore, it was very possible that Rach had changed a lot since she met the teenaged girls Shels, Ames, and Moon, who now lived with her.

Kelly ığdır escort thanked Pam for her insight and that she definitely would share quarters with Rach while on Tybee. She felt a pull toward Rach and was trying to understand girl-to-girl relationships. Kelly had never felt drawn to another woman before and was also intrigued to know how Rach felt about their budding friendship.

Kelly had spent several restless evenings pondering if there was an actual sexual attraction between her and Rach. Finally, she scolded herself, saying, Kelly, this is stupid. How could she be attracted to someone she never saw or met? Yet, her mind kept returning to the point that Rach invited Kelly deep into her personal space. There was not much more personal the two could get than sharing a small space for ten days.

Then crazy thoughts came to Kelly, such as would she see Rach naked or did she want to see Rach naked?

***

A month after Rach and Kelly’s first conversation, the Group Home resident girls, along with their chaperones, were en route to Tybee for their Studycation. The board had approved Kelly’s Studycation request because it was a well-developed plan which enriched the resident girls’ lives. Kelly, her two resident assistants, Pam, Jenny, Kim, and Alice, accompanied the Group Home girls to Tybee. Pam and Jenny drove up to Tybee while Kelly, Kim, Alice, and everyone else traveled there on the luxury motorcoach.

Pam had several legal documents from her sister “2’s” law firm for Rach to sign regarding her becoming the Guardian for Shels, Ames, and Moon. Pam and Jenny would witness Rach’s signature and return the completed documents to the Law Firm when the Studycation was finished. The next time Rach visited N. Florida, she could initial the documents again, and the Law Firm would notarize them.

Rach had booked them into a small year-round tourist hotel and resort, and their group occupied a complete wing on the resort side. The younger girls, aged seven to twelve, shared a large suite with several small fold-out beds. Pam and Jenny were the counselors for this group. The teen girls, aged thirteen to fifteen, shared another large suite with Kelly’s two resident assistants, who were the counselors for those girls. Shels, Ames, and Moon would share a large double room connected to this quite large suite. Rach’s three girls were in the same age range as Kelly’s two resident assistants, so they should enjoy being a part of that group.

Rach and Kelly also shared a suite in this wing as previously planned. The two of them had developed an easy-going relationship planning the Studycation, so Rach wanted to talk a lot with Kelly about how she related to the older Group Home girls.

There were many activities scheduled for the next ten days, but the first stop on Tybee was a brief tour of Rach’s business and then a late lunch at Angie’s restaurant. Everyone was definitely hungry following the three-hour motorcoach ride. Angie greeted the group and told them there were six special selections on the menu to choose for their lunch. Each selection included a salad, dessert choice, and soft drinks. The younger children could choose jello fruit cups instead of salads, and there would be several plates of fries for everyone. She also informed the adults that Angie’s was an alcohol-free family restaurant.

After Angie finished discussing the menu items, Rach stood and informed everyone that most of their meals would be there. Breakfast was excluded since it was included in the resort room package. Angie’s was a ten-minute walk from their office and served as her company’s dining room. The restaurant would also deliver boxed lunches when work was extremely busy. Finally, if anyone had any specific dietary restrictions, please make sure that Angie knew. She would strive to offer enjoyable foods within their dietary needs.

Rach wished everyone a great Studycation and to have a nice visit to Tybee, including Savannah in SE Georgia.

Once everyone had finished the late lunch at Angie’s, they checked into the resort, and all were soon settled in their rooms. The adults relaxed while the younger girls buzzed around with obvious joy. This trip was a dream come true for the girls, most of whom just two years ago were stuck in abusive homes, juvenile delinquent centers (JDCs), or abandoned to Foster care. Now they were on Studycation in a beautiful resort on Tybee Island for ten whole days!

Rach had thought of Kelly frequently over the past month. She was secretly pleased that Kelly agreed to share the suite with her. Rach was definitely intrigued with Kelly, although she could not fathom why.

Rach, stop lying to yourself, and admit you like Kelly a lot!

Following check-in, Rach and Kelly had comfortably settled in their small suite. Rach was totally frustrated with herself because she had always resisted any romantic inclinations. Then Kelly asked her the Sixty-Four ısparta escort Thousand Dollar question. How much in total was this Studycation costing Rach?

Rach pondered this for a moment and then replied that she honestly didn’t know the exact amount. Twenty thousand dollars was a good guess. Rach further commented that life had changed so much since she met her girls, and bringing the two groups of young, early and late teen girls together for a week or more of fun just felt right. Rach’s company was doing very well, and she had her own private investments as well. Rach did not smoke, go out to nightclubs, and only drank an occasional glass of nice wine. So, she was not concerned about the cost and just wanted all of the children to enjoy their Studycation.

Rach had given joy to Shels, Ames, and Moon, motivating them to learn many new things. But, what really amazed Rach was having the girls in her home. Life with them had lifted her spirits enormously, and Rach now viewed life in a much more positive way.

Shels, Ames, and Moon’s studies were going great guns based on Pam’s recent conversations with her. Rach generously bought clothes and other personal items for the three girls, and yet they had not once been greedy. Each one of them hugged and kissed her on the cheek several times a day and thanked her for giving them a new life. Rach was just so invigorated and happy now. Still, there was probably one more part of her life that needed rejuvenation.

Rach stared intently into Kelly’s eyes and then shyly said they would talk more on this later.

For a moment, Kelly’s beating heart made her feel as though she had run a hundred-meter dash. She then said to herself, slow down, girl, this conversation just got real.

Rach continued saying she was finalizing the plans for her new home when she first met Shell, Ames, and Moon. She then quickly modified those plans to include them. Rach cried at their stunned reactions when they saw the plans for their wing of the main house. She had previously spoken with Cat and Jocelyn about their permanently staying with them since they were so active in the girls’ lives. They agreed, so a second wing was added for those two.

Rach then quietly confided to Kelly that she had signed over twenty-five percent of the investment company to Cat. Rach asked Kelly to keep this confidential for now since she had not told Cat yet. Cat was the first person Rach hired when she started her company. Cat was a super Business Manager who had helped Rach to grow the successful investment firm. Rach was not giving Cat twenty-five percent of the company and six hundred thousand dollars of this year’s profits. Cat had earned every penny for being totally loyal to Rach and the business and now for helping Rach with the girls.

Kelly stood absolutely speechless at Rach’s last statement, which mentioned six hundred thousand dollars of profits to Cat, along with twenty-five percent of the company.

Rach continued that Cat was the first person in the company who met Shels when she wandered in lost, confused, and so cute. After Rach met Shels and became protective of her, Cat had spent every night by Rach’s side helping stabilize the three girls’ lives.

Cat and Jocelyn already seemed to act as a couple; however, they were also strange birds. Both were video game nuts, fantastic at Math and Business, and dressed in an oddly cute way. They adored Shels, Ames, and Moon, helping Rach with her unusual task of allowing herself to bond with others. Rach felt that Cat and Jocelyn would soon become a fully committed couple. Then on second thought, Rach added, they were now a couple fully committed to Rach’s girls.

Rach asked Kelly if she would sit on the patio and share a nice glass of wine with her on this beautiful evening? Kelly answered that would be awesome, assuming all formal activities were finished for today. Kelly then suggested that they get changed into casual shorts and tops, to which Rach agreed.

They returned to the patio, and Rach asked Kelly to move a little closer to her, which she did. As they relaxed and sipped the wine, Rach spoke of her previous life as a satisfied loner. A life that had changed dramatically because of the three girls now in her home and under her care. Rach had finally understood that her acceptance of being alone was most likely a defense mechanism. This prevented Rach from opening her heart at the risk of being hurt or rejected. In the past month, she had communicated almost daily with Kelly, making it her happiest month ever since her parent’s death. Kelly had become Rach’s first and only close special friend. Rach was now absolutely terrified of her intense feelings for Kelly.

Nevertheless, Rach needed to ask Kelly a question.

Would she consider?

YES! YES! YES! Kelly excitedly interjected, and then she jumped into Rach’s lap, kissed her wetly, and happily declared that she was Rach’s girlfriend! Kelly felt they should carefully move forward with their love because of the many affected children. Still, she definitely wanted Rach in her life forever. Kelly continued as huge tears streaked her cheeks and whispered to Rach; those were the words she so much wanted to hear from her this week at Tybee.

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