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How a Wife deals with a sissy

An intense short story of Cuckoldry brought to its penultimate conclusion

The lights in the expensive SUV threw heavy shadows down over Jane’s form as the street lights rolled by… It was a full moon, and the friday night traffic was bathed in the cold grey light of the full moon…

Jane was a petite woman at just over 5 foot with straw colored blonde hair…

Her bright blue eyes were large, circular and intelligent… She had plump B-cup breasts with pink areolas which were slightly oversized and bulged excessively… Her nipples were almost an inch long and were bright pink…

She looked at her lame-oid pink-shirt-wearing sissy excuse for a husband who had consistently failed to get her pregnant for the 2 years they’d been married…

She’d been sleeping with other men soon after marrying him but had always used protection…

For the past 6 months, he’d been actively helping her cuckold him… She had ‘convinced’ the marriage therapist to persuade her sissy hubby to indulge in cuckold swinging as well as long-term chastity in order to somehow save their fruitless marriage…

Tonight, cuckolding as a ‘harmless game’ would come to an end… She was going to finish off her contemptible unmanly excuse for a husband…

Furthermore, she had been timing her ovulations and on this fine full-moon night, she was more fertile than she would ever be in the entire year…

She was 25 and the only child her magnificent breasts had given suck to was her effeminate husband… The thought of drying up sexually because her sissy husband couldn’t do his job as a man made her unbelievably angry at times…

Tonight, she wore a black silky cowl-neck-front long-sleeved top under a golden brown fur coat which came to her hips… She made a point of leaving the coat open to expose her voluptuously dense and milky cleavage…

Below that, she wore a cream-colored accordion knee-length skirt with a zip at the back and flower artwork over it… it fit snugly around her thin waist and hugged her love-heart shaped ass perfectly…

Below that she wore sheer black stockings and glossy bright red high heels with 6 inch pumps… She was a little taller than her husband Richard when she stood up in them…

Underneath her dress and top… she wore no bra or underwear… It was simpler that way she had explained to him on many occassions…

The only jewelry she wore was a solid silver chain around her neck with a key on it… Richard hoped she would have the decency to not flash it in public this time…

She had stopped wearing the wedding ring he bought her months ago… He didn’t have the courage to question her about it… this was all just games she had told him repeatedly…

Her facial structure was soft and feminine but also possessed a certain regal angularity that caused shadows to cast across her face easily…

When Richard had met his wife 2 years ago, he had seen her practicing tennis without a bra on… her nipples stood out magnificently from her sweaty T-shirt…

He didn’t last long enough to get inside her, the first time they had lain together..

Richard by contrast was quite a short man at 5 foot 5, but like the woman who he had fallen in love with – he was very good looking in a generically cute ‘ken doll’ sense, but lacked the protruding chin and masculine facial structure that most men possessed… He also found it difficult to grow facial hair at all…

The only reason he had been able to persuade his wife to go out for lunch with him, and eventually marry him is because he was rich and had a good job…

Jane sat in the passenger seat and was busily rummaging through her make-up bag… She muttered with frustration under her breath…

“… I can never find my lipstick…” She said as she emptied half of the contents from her black leather purse onto her thighs…

Richard knew when to keep his mouth shut… she got frustrated and angry so quickly when she couldn’t find something…

He stopped the car in traffic… waiting for an opening in the oncoming traffic for him to turn left into the car park…

Several cars were backed up behind him… A couple of cars honked once… Richard’s heart fluttered with fear…. Come on. Why was this taking so long, he desperately wondered to himself… His wife kept on rummaging through items on her lap…

Richard risked looking at her for a moment… She was beautiful… His balls ached slightly just looking at her… but his dick could not get hard in the solid steel cage his wife had forced him to wear…

Several loudly shouted insults and repeated car honks jolted Richard from his lewd thoughts… He looked up fearfully and saw that there had been a gap in the traffic, but it was now filling up again…

The cars were driving closer to the back of his SUV and honking louder… His wife had found her lipstick and was refilling her purse…

Richard Kurtköy travesti looked from her back at the traffic and saw a slight gap… He quickly accelerated the car and skidded into the car park…

Items went spilling from his wife’s purse again…

“..DAMN IT RICHARD…” She screamed as her purse fell onto the floor…

“… Sorry… Those people…”

“… Why do you always have to freak out… it’s embarrassing… this is why you have to wait in the car half the time…” She chided him as she threw him a scathing look…

Richard slowed the car down as she looked for parking space…

“… Who are you meeting?…” he asked

“… Just a friend…” She said as she pulled out her make-up mirror and started applying the glossy red lipstick…

“… Which one?..” Richard asked. His dick was groaning in its chastity cage… she hadn’t let him out for over 2 months

“… Mike… the one you went to university with…”

Richard’s heart skipped a beat… Mike had been his room-mate at university.. He had beaten him up and verbally bullied him too many times to recall… in a sick twist of fate, he had gotten a job at his wife’s workplace…

“… so… you’re going to go… to his place?… ” Richard asked meekly as he finally noticed an open parking space…

“…Noooo… Mike has a wife and several children… I don’t think that would be appropriate…” She chided him as she rolled her lipstick shut….

Richard was acutely aware of her annoyance at the mention of children… He had been unable to get her pregnant before or after their marriage…

“… So… what will you be doing?…” Richard asked as he pulled the car into the space…

“… I don’t know… Food… movie… whatever… but we’re both going to be drinking… so you need to stay sober…” She said in a more positive tone of voice as she kissed her big beautiful lips at the mirror…

“… Can… can i…” Richard stuttered

“… watch… i don’t know… ask Mike…” Jane said as she pulled our her phone…

Richard said nothing but frantically wanted to start masturbating… His hands shook slightly as she went to take the key out of the ignition…

Jane looked briefly at him with a look of disgust on her face… he was so weak and unmanly, she thought… She leaned over and looked at him in the eye

“…Richy… look at me… you’re ok with this right?…” She asked coldly

“… I… I’m just not sure…” Richard stuttered as his head swam slightly and his face stung with red itching heat…

“… I need to get fucked honey… we agreed on this… you said you wanted this for me…”

“… yeh… but not with…”

“… Mike?… Mike’s a nice guy… I know you have some history… but you’re just going to have to get over it…” She said as she looked into eyes… He could barely look at her, he was so ashamed…

“… Does he know I’m here?..” Richard asked as he turned to look into her eyes…

“… not exactly…”

“… but he knows you’re my wife?…” Richard asked with a pleading look… Jane rolled her eyes and looked back at him…

“… I didn’t specify that we were married… He thinks I’m single… but he knows that I know you… so it won’t be weird if he sees us together… relax honey…” She said as she leaned back and started brushing her hair back… Her sandy blonde hair fell over her golden brown fur coat and her jacket opened slightly to reveal her bra-less cleavage…

“… Can… Can I come with you?…”

“… Absolutely not… You can stay here in the car or in the motel room… but it’s going to be a few hours so you probably want to stay in the room… I know you like to watch when I fuck other men…” Jane said with a smirk as she pulled out her phone again…

“… I’m only doing this because the psychiatrist said it would help our marriage…”

“…sure honey… but remember.. You have to wear your special gear… you don’t want people knowing it’s you… ” Jane said as she nodded her head sideways at the bag in the back seat…

Richard’s face felt flushed… he looked down at the pre-cum stain in pooling down the inside of his pants…

“…I’m just not sure…”

“… Can you handle this?… Because, you told me that you could… So I’m going to ask you again Richard… Can you handle this? ” She asked more in an aggressive tone than a caring one…

“… I think so… can I have seconds?…” He asked looking down…

“… we’ll see…” She said as she looked back at her phone…

———

The motel room was cramped and cheap… The only reason his wife had chosen this place was because the walls were practically sound proof and no body cared what you did here….

A large queensize bed was at the end of the corridor-like room… A tiny bathroom was to the left of the front door, and a closet was to the right…

Richard followed his little wife into the room… She sat on the bed and Kurtköy travestileri started texting… She looked up at him

“… Go on.. Hurry up!” She said

Richard quickly began undressing… soon he was naked… the bag lay open before him…

His wife looked at him with amusement… He was short for a man not to mention – virtually muscleless with a fat bum and jiggling thighs and calves…

Not a shred of hair grew on his chest or face… And his wife had waxed his crotch of his disgusting meagre pubes last week… If he had long hair, he would have looked like a girl…

His little dick was locked in a 2 inch chastity cage and his balls were quite small underneath…

“…Oh hi Mike… Where are you?… I’m at the motel… you have the address… ok great!… I’ll meet you here… there are a few restaurants in walking distance… am I paying?… Sure… that’s absolutely no problem MIke… ok… bye…” Jane put down the phone on the bed. Her face was rosy red with excitement…

She leaned over the bed and grabbed her husband’s pants… she pulled his wallet out and took about $500 in cash…. She stood up and leaned over the bed to grab something on the far side…

Richard walked over to in the nude and gently grabbed her beautiful ass… He humped his chastity cage against her… There were no gaps in the cage for his skin to poke through…

He only felt warm wet steel against his crying dick…. Jane sighed… and turned around… he let go of her ass politely and tried to fondle her breasts…

She slapped his hands aside and pointed to the bag…

“..Go on… Dress!… MIke’s going to be here soon!…”

Richard reluctantly pulled the contents out of the bag… there was different gear in it this time… Normally there was just a black leather gimp suit…

His hands shook with fear and arousal as he took out a crossdressing silicone suit… he slipped it over his meagre frame easily…The breasts hung heavily on his chest…

“…there’s a mask too.. it was on special… the whole suit I mean… so it’s probably second hand…” She said with a whisper of a sadistic smile as she observed him with interest and contempt..

Richard pulled on the mask… It had a long blonde wig on it… He looked down at his body and saw a buxom female with a little cock locked in chastity…

“… this feels too far… I’ve never done this before..”

“..Look honey… do you want Mike to know it’s you… or not?” She asked with a smirk as she sat down on the bed and crossed her legs…

“… I suppose not… It’s only games right…” He mumbled through the mask… A thick stream of seminal fluid dripped onto the carpet…

Suddenly, 3 loud knocks rang on the front door…

Jane jumped to her feet and rummaged through the bag… She withdrew a pair of hand cuffs…

Richard meekly allowed her to cuff him with his hands above his head to the solid steel clothes hanger pole….

“… Just a second!” She yelled rather loudly, before closing the closet door…

Richard stood there in the dark… he could just see through the slats in the closet but he barely made out any words as his wife talked with Mike at the front door…

Eventually, the front door shut and the lock snapped shut…

The darkness and quietness of the room cooled down Richard’s flushed face… although he was feeling a bit sticky inside the mask… His fake breasts pushed against the inside of the closet…

Why was he doing this? He wondered… he could have resisted his wife at any moment… He knew she was treating him badly…

He knew that letting her dress him like a woman so she could cuckold him was wrong… He didn’t need to do this to cum… he was just letting his wife dominate and bully him because he had become a degenerate and a coward…

Being bullied, humiliated and disrespected without ever fighting back had been normal for Richard his entire life… In many ways, he deserved to be treated like this…

His wife had changed his sexual tastes over the couple of years he had known her… first it started with quick and unsatisfactory sex (for her)…. then she started to humiliate him for cumming too fast… and then she got aggressive when he continually failed to make her orgasm…

She said his dick was too small… It was true though… He had a 4 inch dick… His 2 inch chastity cage fit it so snugly now… deep down he was terrified that it had shrunken even more over the months he’d been locked up…

He heart quavered with pent up emotion… it was so humiliating, and there was nothing he could do to stop it… several fat tears rolled down the inside of his mask…

——-

Some time passed and he heard a light thump as the door from next door slammed open…

The vague highly muffled sound of 2 drunk people talking very loudly just reached the tip of Richard’s sensitive hearing…

Then there was silence for a time… He sighed and Travesti kurtköy looked down in the shadows of the closet… he could barely see his little balls under his thin chastity cage…he was getting tired… it felt like he’d been standing for well over 2 hours since his wife had left…

Then he heard repeated thumping sound next door… it sounded like a bed banging against a wall repeatedly…

His little cock became rock hard in its cage again… After 5 minutes… the thumping came harder and fast… a woman’s muffled voice yelled in ecstasy…

He rubbed his ass against the wall behind him… The suit left space in the ass and crotch… His waxed ass felt good against the smooth dry wall.. He rubbed harder…his bum was very sensitive… His wife knew that when she used to spank him…

Eventually the sensation became a bit boring… his dick dripped another depressing drool of precum… he leaned forward letting the clothing hanger pole support his skinny body…

——-

Moonlight shone through the curtains in the window at the end of the room… Richard looked at the cloudless night in the window beyond the slats of the closet door as he started to fall asleep…

As he was drifting off, the door suddenly opened forcefully…

“.. hahaha ooh… you really do know how to show a girl a good time… do.. you want some coffee?”

“… A cup of coffee from you… sex Jane (kissing)… would (kissing)… wake any man up (kissing)…”

The door shut and they both walked in… They were both drunk… but little 5foot jane was much more drunk…

“…hahaha… you’re right about that… I’ve always had a knack for waking people up (she said rather loudly)… ohh… I don’t think we have any milk?” She said as she sat down on the bed tiredly and took her high heels off…

“…that’s okay Sexy… I think you have plenty of milk on you for the both of us…haha”

Richard looked through the slats as Mike came around the corner… He was bigger than he remembered – at 6ft 5 with broad shoulders and a booming voice…

Sissy Richard looked with desperate impotent lust as his wife leaned back on the bed and took her coat off… she threw it into the corner of the room…

Mike reached kneeled down and pulled her top off…

Sissy Richard almost came at the sight of his wife’s magnificent breasts… There were perfectly shaped… plump and firm… The areolas were like small hills of bright pink on her creamy skin…

She smiled as she leaned back and let Mike fondle her breasts with each hand… He squeezed them delicately… dribbles of creamy milk came out…

“… holy fuck… you are… an amazing woman… I can’t believe you’re not married with kids…” he muttered as he fondled her tits…

“… I can’t believe it either…” Jane said with a pleased cat-like smile as she leaned back,,,

He leaned over her and they locked lips for 5 minutes…

Sissy richard’s little balls ached under his cage… as he watched both people undress slowly as they kissed…

“….mmm… oh… wait wait…” Jane said as she pushed Mike back with a hand

“… What?…” He said as she stood up to kick her shoes off and take off the rest of her clothing…

“… you remember that friend I told you about?… The one who… you know?…”

“… the queer?…”

“… not exactly… but you said you were ok with that kind of thing?…”

Mike sighed as he threw off his shirt… He was ripped… He turned towards the closet with a suspicious eye… His 8 inch dick swayed heavily in front of him and his shaved testicles hung down 6 inches from his crotch like a pair of billiard balls wrapped in leather…

“… That little freak is here?” He asked looking back at Jane

Richard’s heart practically vibrated in his chest at the thought of what was going to happen…

“… Yeh… ” She stood up and with a sly smile walked to the closet…

The harsh ceiling light temporarily blinded Richard… He was a pathetic sight to be sure… He looked like a plastic girl with a little cuck-cage on…

“… Wow… I know you said he was a freak… but that is the girliest freak I’ve ever seen…” Mike said with a grin…

“… She really is pathetic isn’t she… but she is useful to me… and I promised her that I’d show her a real man…” Jane said as she took the key off her neck…

“… I see…” MIke said with a look of disgust but also interest

“… would you be okay with her… watching us… do it?…” Jane asked with a smile as she slid the key into the lock on richard’s cage

“… look… so long as she doesn’t try anything… I don’t mind…”

“… And would you mind if I…. test something out…” Jane said as she fell to her knees between Richard and Mike… She slid Richard’s little cage off and left it on the carpet…

Richard’s little dick was so hard it was practically purple… He looked down at it through his fake tits… It was… tiny… even though it was hard… He waggled his hips willing it to get bigger…

“…. Hahaha Oh My God… I can’t believe it!…” Jane burst out, her face lit up like she had heard the funniest joke in her life… She reached for her husband’s dick… it barely came halfway to the centre of her palm…

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Road to Becoming a Sissy Bitch Boy

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The road to becoming a sissy bitch boy

I never fully understood why I just didn’t seem to fit in. 22 years old, a recent high school graduate, decent looking. Just painfully thin. Most of the guys I knew at high school seemed to fall into some sort of group. Athlete, scholar or nerd. I was not masculine enough for sports, nor smart enough to hang with the book worms, or terribly good with computers. I just sort of “existed”

I always imagined myself as a normal, good-looking boy, but in reality, I was more feminine than male, and I knew it. I never developed the chest hair, or the muscles most boys have at my age. At 5’7 and 118 lbs., I was the kid the jocks picked on. Often called names like queer, twirp, sometimes worse. Gym class was a nightmare. When I was forced to shower, I often grew the stares of the other boys. While my appearance was frail, hairless and timid, my genitals developed out of proportion to the rest of me. More like that of a well-endowed man. A seven-inch cock really stands out on a boy so skinny. If the guys in the shower at school ever saw me fully erect, the name calling and teasing would have been far, far worse. I quickly noticed I was bigger in that department than every other guy in the shower. And most guys I’ve seen in porno clips. Although I never measured, I guessed my cock was ten or eleven inches hard.

I’d always been attracted to the girls at school, but just never had the nerve to talk to any of them. I seemed to notice things like their shoes, or the clothes they wore. I fantasized about what they were wearing under their fancy skirts and blouses. I soon discovered the world of internet porn, and that remained my only release for the hormones I felt maturing inside my body. Jerking off two or three times a day was not unusual for me. Usually to older women feminizing young men movies. This seemed to arouse me the most, but I strangely found myself fascinated with the men in the films. How large their cocks were, how obedient and subservient they were. The look of humiliation as they were dressed in panties, bras and stockings and forced to service their Mistress, and other slaves. I felt ashamed, but I usually shot my load a lot quicker if the guy in the film was strong, well hung, and wearing panties. Another thing I discovered from his porn addition was my fetish for panties. How they looked, and how they felt against my throbbing cock. I “borrowed” a few pairs from my mom’s laundry basket and wore them for most of my private sissy jerk off sessions. I soon decided erciş escort to wear panties all the time. They were easy enough to order on line, and my mom would never find out as long as I did my own laundry. Ejaculating into my pretty panties became the rule, not the exception.

Due to financial problems at home, I was not provided the opportunity to attend college like all the other kids at school. I remained living at home with my strict mother, stuck in the small town I grew up in.

My mother had arranged a summer job for him down at the Local garage, changing tires, cleaning up the shop, and various other duties the mechanics didn’t want to do. I hated it. The work was too strenuous for someone my size, and I struggled lifting the tires. And just like school, the men there made fun of me, and laughed at me due to my lack of physical strength. I knew he’d better get out of there, or it would not end up good.

At the end of the summer, I applied for a position at a coffee house a few towns away. Busing tables, cleaning up and restocking the supplies were all things I could easily do. I was accepted, and looked forward to leaving the humiliating job at the garage. After two weeks, things were going well. I seemed to fit in, and made my first real friend. Xander, the assistant manager, was only two years older than me and we seemed to have a lot in common. I figured his real name was Alexander, but everyone called him Xander. Xander also had a small build like me maybe ten lbs. heavier. And he never talked the macho smack most guys did. In fact, we often laughed together when we noticed girls coming into the bistro wearing outrageous outfits, or shoes that didn’t match their purses. Life seemed good now. I had a job I liked and a friend to hang out with, one that didn’t seem to hung up on masculinity. Based on his body language, I suspected Xander was gay but I wasn’t about to judge the only friend I had. On more than one occasion, I noticed a large bulge in Xander’s tight jeans, and caught him checking out my ass. I didn’t care, I was just happy to have friend I trusted. Having someone “check me out” was something I had never experienced, and it excited me in a way I had never felt before.

One night as our shift was about to end, Xander invited me join him at a local bar a few doors down for an after-work beer. Although not a huge drinker, I did love beer. The thought of socializing with my new friend outside of work seemed like a great idea. After locking up the store, we walked the short balıkesir escort distance to the bar, and found an open booth. Xander ordered us two beers, and seemed to know most of the people working there. The bartender and the waiter both called him by name, and asked to be introduced to me. I was impressed with the friendliness of everyone. The bar was small, but had that home town feel that was appealing to me. A pool table, a small dance floor and lots of neon bar lights took up most of the room. I also noticed a few doors marked “staff only” which seemed odd, but I shrugged it off.

After finishing our beers, we agreed it was time to head home. We were both off from work the next day, and planned to spend the day together over at Xander’s house. Xander lived with his mother and stepdad. He told me they would both be at work, so we had the house alone for most of the day. A day of hanging out, playing video games and having fun sounded good. Plus, Xander had a pool at his house, even better.

I woke up early, and made myself breakfast. Then packed a small bag. A towel, extra shirt a pair of panties and a bathing suit. I knew all I had to swim in was my spandex speedo. I figured it would just be just Xander and I, so what the hell. It was hard to hide a 7-inch bulge in pair of speedo shorts, but it was all I had, and planned on staying in the water most of the time.

When I arrived, Xander was out back by the pool. Music playing, beer in hand. I grabbed a beer and sat by the little bar they had set up. Xander was sitting on the edge of the pool rocking to the music. It was apparent he had a few beers before I got there. We sat around the pool, drinking beer and talking. Xander made it known after a few subtle hints, he was in fact gay. Or bisexual at the very least. By my reaction and body language, he could tell I didn’t really care.

After a few beers in the hot sun, I felt a beer buzz beginning, so I went to the cabana to change into my skimpy speedo. When I returned, Xander stood up to get another beer, and I noticed the huge, almost erect outline of his cock in his swim suit. Amazed, I couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch. l felt my cock instantly harden. Xander walked over and said “like what you see?” I couldn’t speak, but I think the semi-hard cock in my speedo answered his question. Without saying another word, Xander slid his hand slowly into my suit, gently grabbing my cock and slowly massaged it. I didn’t protest, and semi-hard went to rock hard in an instant. I ereğli escort just closed my eyes and let the events unfold. All my thoughts about why I was different were becoming clear. “Am I gay” I thought? At that moment I didn’t care. Gay, BI or Straight, it didn’t matter. This felt incredible, and it was the first time someone else had touched my cock. Xander guided me over to one of the beach chairs and sat me down. “Pull my cock out” Xander ordered. Mindlessly following the older boy’s command, I pulled his suit down to his knees. Xander’s hard cock sprung out of his tight suit and was at eye level. “Omg, his cock is just as big as mine” I thought. “Stroke it pool boy” purred Xander. Without hesitation I did as I was told. Starting slowly, I felt this huge hunk of meat throb in my hands. Gliding my hand up and down the shaft, over the tip, and back down to his balls. I watched Xander’s eyes roll back, and heard a low moan coming from my new friend. I knew what was coming next, and knew there wasn’t much I could do to stop it. Xander lowered his hips, and slid the tip of his hard cock into my mouth. I thought about protesting, but knew I wanted this. Xander started slowly at first, then picked up the rhythm. His hips thrusting slowly, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I felt like I had been transported into one of the porn movies I often jerked off to. I knew at that instant; I was a born cock sucker. I reached down, and pulled my cock out of the leg band of my speedo. I began jerking my own cock, trying to match the rhythm of my friend’s cock thrusts. It felt so naughty, so humiliating, but I didn’t care. After three minutes, I felt myself going over the edge. The muscles in my legs started shaking, my balls tightened, and with a grunt that sounded more like woman than a man, I shot my huge load of cum all over my leg and pool deck. Two large spasms, and three smaller ones. Xander had watched my orgasm and got more aggressive. Thrusting into my mouth over and over. Face fucking me like a faggot. Feeling his cock about to explode, he grabbed me by the hair, and sunk his cock deep into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of sticky cum shot out of his spasming cock, filling my mouth and running out the side and down both cheeks. I had no choice but to swallow it.

We both collapsed into beach chairs and tried to catch our breath. Before either of us could speak, the unthinkable happened.

The music playing went silent. Both our heads spun in the direction of the stereo. Standing there, with her arms folded across her chest was Xander’s mom. Standing directly behind her was his stepfather. They both look pissed off beyond description.

With an “OH SHIT” we leaped to our feet, trying to pull up our swim suits, and wipe away cum at the same time.

The story continues, with Ian’s Road to femdom.

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Wendy Wilds 01

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I suppose that after a while people just get used to things, right? It used to bother me when my roommate, Brent, would kick his shoes off in the front foyer and leave the laying how ever they landed and now I’m used to following behind him to make sure his shoes are perfectly aligned, side by side. It’s just another household chore. It used to bother how often he would “accidently” bump against me and now I run into his bedroom with a thermometer if he isn’t looking over my shoulder in the kitchen to see what I’m cooking while he pats my butt. I mean, I used to it.

LOL, it never bothered me that he never even flinched once no matter what I lounged around the house in, but it did bother me when he asked me why I never wear a stuffed bra around the house. His eyes told me that my explanation disappointed him, but I decided from the beginning that my flat chest would be my crossdressing signature. I mean, I have a couple of bras, you know, just in case, but I pretty much leave them in my dresser drawer.

Hi folks, I’m Wendy Wilds and I’m still trying to figure if I fell for my roommate’s trick or was I able to turn the tables on everyone and finally find out what Wendy Wilds can do.

Brent’s trick had two parts to it.

First, he explained to me about how his motorcycle buddies would be at our house all morning this Friday getting ready for a long weekend bike trip to some biker camp out event. Which was fine until he started to drop hint after hint that I should help load up the trailing van with coolers of beverages and food. His reasoning was that the guys would be busy shining up their motorcycles and giving their bikes a mechanical once over. That didn’t sound too bad, so I nodded my head at him.

Secondly, and this is where his trick really kicked in, he handed me a small box and told me to open it. When I opened the box, I found two nipples looking back at me, which could only mean two things. LOL, Brent has been to the sex clothes store and he must have been embarrassed as hell, but apparently, he wanted something else to gawk at other than my flat chest, I guess. I knew immediately that he wanted me to wear a full bra this Friday morning as I worked in the back of the van while they, you know, were off to the side of the driveway gawking at bumps.

I wasn’t so quick to nod my head this time and let him know that I would need a few days to think about it. Allowing Brent to see me dressed as Wendy Wilds is one thing, but running around the garage and driveway in front of his biker friends is a whole different thing. My objections were well demonstrated with my facial expressions and hand gestures.

I don’t mind telling you that even though the breast forms had a certain appeal to them, you know, looking right back at me in the specialized box, I reminded myself that Wendy Wilds doesn’t think about wearing falsies when getting dressed. To me, my smooth chest and boyish nipples were all that I needed. Besides, there are things you can do with shirts and hoodies to make that area confusing and I think I was doing just fine with that. However, as Brent has presented me with fairly expensive set of bra cup fillers and because his embarrassment must have been priceless, so I suppose that I could at least consider wearing them from time to time.

So, I grabbed the box and ran to my bedroom and made it clear that I would still need a few days to think about exposing myself to his friends, not only for the first time, but with an enhanced chest. LOL, he smiled, admitted that going inside of Gary’s Sex Clothes store was very embarrassing and asked me if I was making us dinner tonight. Hah, we’ll have carryout dinner tonight, Mr. Breast Forms Guy.

And then I got really pissed off because for one, SOB, they really worked and two, damn, they were very light and easy to install and three, SOB, wow, they really enhanced my chest. However, I’m still holding onto my original dressing method of a flat boyish chest, you know, most of the time.

I made Brent wait for my answer until ikitelli escort the last possible moment. Mostly because I had to spend a few days to find a bra that the breast forms fit in better and because I needed a few other things too and that included a couple of special things for Tommy G, his best biker buddy.

And by the way, I was only even considering all of this because Brent might be right about how it might be time to let Wendy Wilds out of the closet. I’m not saying he is right. I’m just saying that he might be right.

Besides, if I get a few photos of me straddling a big bike for my Chang homepage, then I should be captured in new Denim shorts, right? And in this wig, which I can’t figure out if it’s dark with blonde feather points or if it’s blonde with dark spike points. And what I mean by that is, leave me a comment on Chang and give me your color scheme opinion and if you say it’s stuck in the middle, well, that is perfectly acceptable.

As the 10 am hour approached, I made myself ready and I started to internally laughed my ass off because as the female role player, I think it’s expected for me to have the sore ass, LOL. And here are these boys, getting to ride half way across the State to attend a biker camp out event on those small seats and that vroom, vroom engine under them.

Wait, hey, that’s at least six hours each way of a vibrating motorcycle engine under their asses, so maybe they something I don’t. OMG, I think I may know why Tommy G set this damn weekend up now. I mean, I’m pretty sure that he loves a little vibration on his backside. Hah, I know your game Tommy G and I picked up a few things special, just for you and your ride, hah!

I have long suspected that Tommy G might like things a little differently and his motorcycle is sparkly blue, so my special purchase for Tommy G was a medium sized blue bejeweled butt plug and a blue one leotard to wear under his hard ass motorcycle gear. And you know, a small tube of lube and a small bottle of sanitizer. Hah!

I let all three of the bikers and Kenny with his trailing cargo van pull in and park before I made my first appearance outside. I even waited for them to busy themselves with checking their tire air pressure and for Kenny to prop the rear doors of his van open. That’s when I made my casual walk to the van.

And holy train wreck snap, the back of the van was a mess with backpacks, tool boxes, tents and empty coolers, which means I will be working harder than I expected too. And better yet, holy Denim shorts snap, yup, the guys like these shorts alright. LOL, they are confused as hell, but they like the shorts and my bare legs.

However, I had work to do in the back of this train wreck van and I’m on the clock meaning if I don’t finish up quickly, the guys won’t go vroom, vroom any time soon. What I forgot about was that even the biker guys were busy dusting off their machines, Kenny the trailing van driver had less to do, you know, other than to bother me.

“Hey baby, the word from Brent is that you’re roleplaying Wendy Wilds and that you’re going to make enough room back here for all of our stuff, the coolers and for me and you to sleep in.”

“Kenny!”

“Look, I have a nice air mattress that should fit between the coolers and the tents, so what do you say? Hey, we should test out the warranty on the air mattress. You’re riding my shotgun this weekend, right?”

“Kenny!”

“Go pack some purple sleepwear for me Wendy Wilds. The van could use a splash of color.”

“That’s enough Kenny. You go help the guys. I have cooler packing duties to finish. And from what I heard from literally everyone, Amber rides your shotgun just fine. And just what is so funny now?”

“LOL, what happens if I hook up battery jumper cables to your nipples? You know, tonight after we recover from our first time. I mean, is it zap or yikes?”

“Ha, ha, butthead. Get out of here. Besides, I favor black and I only have a few things in ılgaz escort purple. So, go and send Tommy G over here for a minute. I have something for his trip and don’t even say it, it’s obvious that you have something for my, well, my trip.”

I will admit I was a little flustered as I went back to work in the back of the van and I will admit that for my first time being propositioned, I think I handled well. I mean, not everyone is that direct, right? However, as I pushed the tents to one side and positioned the coolers to the other side, I could clearly see that an air mattress would slide right up the middle. And then I shook my head from side to side and told myself that nothing was going right up the middle.

“Hey, ah, Wendy Wilds, were you looking for me?”

“Yes, Tommy G, I wanted to tell you something. However, if you have lewd comments about my manner of dress, let’s get through those first. So???”

“Whoa, I’m cool Wendy, it’s just that you have better legs than I would have imagined. Now, what did you need?”

“Well Tommy G, and I don’t mean for any of this to be embarrassing, but there may be a few things for you in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. There is butt plug with a blue head piece, a blue one-piece leotard with snaps, a small travel size tube of lube and a bottle of sanitizer, if that’s something you’re interested in. The plug is bejeweled in sparkly blue, just like your fuel tank. Anyways, it’s just a thought, you know, if you’re interested in something like that. And you don’t have to tell me your decision, but if you decide in favor of the secret items, just be sure to keep your heavy metal concert T-Shirt on and tucked in. The leotard is a little shiny. You’ll also need a few minutes in the bathroom, so plan for that. OK, bye now.”

Hah, his body language says “hey, that’s gay” but eyes are as wide as a pie and I’ll keep my eye on his comings and goings between the driveway and the house until they leave.

I suppose I should admit that it was a little disappointing that the guys were keeping their distance, but I kept up with my work. I even packed the pre packaged Sub Sandwiches in layers and with a note between each layer so they would know what the consumption order was. LOL, I just filled the beer and ice tea coolers all willy-nilly and covered it all with ice. And for some damn reason, I hooked up the portable air pump to the air mattress, you know, just to see if it actually fit, you know, just to see. And that trance was interrupted by a text from Tommy G.

“A forever secret, right?”

“Forever. Enjoy the ride.”

And SOB, with a little maneuvering, the damn air mattress did fit, kind of. And why the hell I kept moving things around is beyond me, but I did until the back of the van looked like a small bedroom with walls made out of backpacks and boxes.

“Hah, I knew it. See? It does fit and just imagine how cozy it would be. So, did you pack a few things yet, Wendy Wilds? I packed a fully loaded 12 Gauge and I want you to hold my shotgun, baby.”

“Shut it, Kenny. I was just checking it out because you need someone to take of you like I take care of Brent. Are those two blankets on the van’s rear bench seat what you going to sleep under or do want to sleep on the raw rubber surface? And don’t you dare say anything about liking it raw mister. We both know I’m not your type. I mean, wet works better for you than tight, right?”

“Hah, those are my sleeping blankets and I’m posting that I have someone to take care of me whether you like it or not, so you should just like it.”

“Hah, you should know that I’ always going to tell you to shut it, whether you like it or not. But never mind all that. There are hamburger, potato and onion meals in the small cooler by your front console. They are wrapped in foil and ready to cook. Just throw them on the edge of the camp fire and let them cook for 30 minutes. The potato’s may be a little under cooked, but if I were there, I would tell you to shut it inegöl escort and eat them. You won’t die. And don’t you dare share my little notes with anyone.”

“Well now, that sounds like you’re taking good care of me, doesn’t it?

“Hah, I’m assuming that Amber took good care of your full balls this morning, right? Go back and help the guys. I still have to make up your bed and leave my perfume scent on your front seat. Bye now.”

As I stood back behind the van and admired my work, I realized two things. One, LOL, the first big pot hole Kenny hits is going to cause all this stuff to crash down on the air mattress and two, I’m liking the breast forms more and more. However, I am still a flat chested CD, for the most part.

“Hey Cheekbone, how’s going with the bikes? Are they mechanically fit to make it to the city line?”

“Oh, that’s 50-50, but I’m sure we’ll be fine and oh my, doesn’t this look cozy back here? Now I see why Kenny is over the bragging about how you’re packing a bag and a box of 12 Gauge shells and I’m pretty sure that a box of shells is code for a box of condoms. So, are riding in the van and joining the party?”

“Hah, I am not riding shotgun, at least not this trip. However, I am looking forward to peace and quiet at home, so fill your bald tires with air and get going.”

Cheekbone is cool and I think he has the best bike. He has it all decked out with running lights and it looks pretty cool heading down the street. And my peace and quiet was shattered by Kenny, again!

“Oh, Wendy Wilds, you have undone yourself. I mean, it’s going to crash down when I hit a pot hole, but until then, wow, what a place for us to do it in. So, are ready to start admitting a few things, Wendy Wilds?”

“Shut it, Kenny. I packed you a special cooler with Miss Bea’s Spiked Ice Tea, but not while you’re driving. I also put a few blunts in the glove box. I wrapped them in something purple, so be careful when you open the glove box. So, are you going to text me a few times over the weekend?”

“I’d rather roll over and ask you to get me up for another round in person.”

“Nice try. And stop looking at me like you want to kiss me good bye. That’s not happening. However, these Demin jeans shorts are called Apple Bottoms.”

“Ah, good to know and what I mean by that is, huh?”

“I’m just saying that sometimes people squeeze the fruit at the grocery store to make sure it’s fresh and what they want.”

In other others, two open van doors provide ample coverage if two willing adults want to be a little frisky or something. By the way, if people at the grocery store squeeze that hard and for that long, then the fruit is ruined.

“So, have a safe trip and watch out for the guys. Are you going to hug me so that I know exactly what your condition is or what? But a hug only, mind you, no gyrating.”

“Are you always going to play games with me or are you going to cure my condition, Wendy Wilds?”

“I re-arranged your backpack and by the way, did you like my apples?”

“I did and I’m going to check them out deeper next week, you know, for worms.”

“Did you fill your gas tank or do I need to run up to the station with you? We may have 17 minutes before the guys are ready to go. By the way, I put your cigarettes and lighter in the center console and cleaned the bugs off of your windshield.”

Oh well, it was his loss because the guys had their motorcycles fired up and they were ready to hit the highway. And shame on Amber for not being here to see Kenny off because she would have had a little something to mess with and I don’t mean a little something.

All in all, I’ll call the morning a success. The guys had visual access to me and didn’t freak out. The neighbors couldn’t stop looking over and, well, LOL, old Mr. Jenkins may have been freaking out a little, but then again, he probably hasn’t seen a pair of bare legs in quite some time. And I think that Kenny might just be that horny most of the time.

Unfortunately for me, I was all dressed up and had very few places to go at this hour on a Friday morning. You know, other than the “Stop & Rob” convenience store, which I might say, I took my time as I walked up and down each aisle.

Fortunately for me, I had three full days to play as Wendy Wilds without interruption.

End Wendy Wilds 01

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Sweet Mouth of Alice

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Sometimes I catch myself thinking that the anticipation of a blowjob performed by my eighteen-year-old daughter (in fact, she is not my own, but it just so happens that I call her daughter, and she calls me dad) excites me no less than the action itself. Her pink cheeks, rapid breathing, playful sparkle in her eyes – I’m already pulsating at such moments. Alisa’s innocent face makes my imagination imagine what it will look like in a few minutes – red, with a slobbery chin and disheveled hair. Fantasy mixes with memory and helpfully provides pictures in which the daughter’s chiseled neck begins to swell from a thick penis in the “upside-down” position, when Alisochka lies on her back, hanging her head down, and I attach myself to her in such a way that my balls slide against her. her nose. I look with delight at my daughter’s smiling face, which is about to give me fantastic pleasure, and I feel how sparkling bliss envelops my whole body.

Alice jumps up to me, stands on tiptoe and passionately whispers in my ear: “Dad, I’m shy.” And playfully pulls the plaid miniskirt over her butt. I put my hands on her bare tummy, move them higher and begin to knead my daughter’s tender breasts, inhaling her floral scents. And then I sharply move my right palm down, feel my panties – that’s right, they are already slightly damp. The girl licks her lips, but I’m in no hurry to put her on my knees right in the kitchen – I pick her up by the butt and carry her to the veranda. At the same time, Alisochka laughs and dangles her legs in the air. My penis cramps with a sweet spasm when I put Alice on the table in the middle of the veranda – right opposite the fence, behind which the neighbor, squinting from the bright morning sun, glances sideways at his phone, and then at us. Seeing what I’m going to do, he frowns with displeasure. Alexander Valentinovich was a professor at the university and never approved of our fun with his daughter. Now is no exception – a neighbor calls his young wife Lidochka, son Valera and daughter Nastenka, so that the whole family can demonstrate to us their disgust and horror.

Lidochka is a student of Alexander Valentinovich, she was barely eighteen. Valera and Nastya are children from our neighbor’s first marriage; he divorced their mother fifteen years ago. And now they are the same age as the new “mother”. The situation is complicated by the fact that both Valera and Nastya, although they have lived their entire adult lives calling Alexander Valentinovich “dad,” in fact have no blood connection not only with him, but also with each other – if Nastya was born to their mother several years before the marriage with a neighbor, then Valera generally went to my mother from her first husband’s first marriage to another woman. Thus, all four, although they call each other “brother, sister, dad, daughter,” in reality they are not such.

Lida appeared in the garden in a very revealing green bikini and immediately covered her mouth with her palm in feigned horror.

“Oh no!” – she exclaimed picturesquely.

“Lida, they are going to do this again! Yesterday our pervert neighbor fed his daughter sperm all day right in front of us and today he plans to continue this! I’m just beside myself with anger, is this really possible?!”

At this time, Valerka and Nastyushka came out onto the lawn – the girl was wearing only a T-shirt, and her “brother” was wearing shorts. Seeing me kneading my “daughter’s” breasts, they immediately looked at their father, saw the standard grimace of displeasure and began to pretend that they were also discouraged and frightened by our perversions, although their eyes beamed with joy every time they looked at Alice and me.

Every blowjob was a holiday for me, despite the fact that my daughter sucked me ten times a day, especially now, in the summer, when she didn’t have to go to school and do homework. The “upside-down” position was one of our favorites – we usually opened the day with it, only more often it happened in my daughter’s bedroom or in my office, but today – in the fresh air. In this position, it was easiest for Alisochka to take the penis as deep as possible, so that my wrinkled balls would splash against her small nose. The main thing is not to forget to loosen your grip a little at the end so that you cum not directly into the throat, but onto the tongue – this way your daughter kuşadası escort will be able to feel the taste of sperm.

I suggested that Alisochka take off her skirt and blouse, but she stopped my hands – apparently, the striptease was postponed for the second or third round. In any case, today she will have to both swallow sperm and take it on her face, body and clothes, after which, obviously, she will have to change clothes. Yesterday, for example, after lunch Alice found herself completely naked – to be precise, in only shoes and socks. But today, because of the heat, my daughter wore only flip-flops, which happily fell down when she was on the table.

“It’s horrible! For days on end they have sex right in front of everyone! Stop it already!” – Lidochka angrily shouted to us, clenched her fists and even jumped, taking on the role of an indignant neighbor. Her large breasts jumped up, forcing Nastya and Valera to stare at them. Remembering the children, who, however, were her age, Lidochka blushed and lay down on a sun lounger by the pool.

“Mom, dad! We are also deeply outraged! What should we do?” – Nastya asked, turning her gaze again to Alice and me. I leaned over and kissed my daughter right on the lips, which a minute later would squeeze sweetly and intensely around my meat club.

“We need to film a report and post it in the public of our village!” – the idea suddenly dawned on our Puritan neighbor.

“Another one?!” – slightly disrupting the game, his children asked in unison.

“Last time we sent it in the evening and it passed moderation only late at night. Too few people saw it! But we’ll send this one at night, which means that by noon tomorrow everyone in the village will know what scoundrels you are!” – Alexander Valentinovich shook his finger at us.

– Oh nave! – Alisochka mumbled and closed her knees so that the neighbors could not see her little white panties with a bow, as if her mouth was not at that very moment bursting with my tense, pulsating penis. The blatant dissonance between my daughter’s shyness below the waist and the debauchery in her sweet scarlet lips simply drove me crazy. I put my palms on her smooth thighs and squeezed them, simultaneously driving my dick deeper into the narrow wet throat of my tender girl. Alice vibrated her ligaments, giving me pulsating pleasure, her saliva flowed down her cheeks and dripped directly onto the floor of the veranda.

At the same time, my daughter tried to move her tongue, echoing my rhythmic movements. I gasped with joy, smacking my scrotum against Alice’s little nose. Her throat swelled excitedly every time the penis disappeared into her mouth almost to the base. Having accelerated, I felt myself trembling all over and, standing on tiptoes, carefully moved back, after which an impulse of bliss pierced me at the moment of the finish. With my mouth full, I watched in delight as my daughter puffed out her cheeks, turned over on her tummy and slid off the table, not releasing the sperm, but not swallowing it either. She looked slyly at her dumbfounded neighbors, stuck out her tongue, covered with nectar, and held out her palms, onto which a whitish lake fell. Giggling, Alisochka licked it off and then swallowed it, demonstrating to both me and the neighbors that there was nothing else in her mouth.

I hugged my daughter, kissed her first on the cheek, and then on the lips – my daughter responded and now we are passionately kissing in front of the neighbor’s family.

“This is necessary, they also kiss after this!” – the neighbor boomed. I looked away from my daughter for a second and glanced at him. Alexander Valentinovich covered himself as best he could with his phone, crossing his legs, his young wife, all red and with protruding nipples, diligently pretended to be looking in the other direction, and the children were already groping each other with all their might, going into the shadows.

“You better watch your kids!” – I exclaimed. The neighbor took a fleeting glance back and caught Nastya and Valera kissing.

“Oh, you! Traitors! Perverts! How is that possible!” – and Alexander Valentinovich, forgetting about his erection, began to run after his named son and daughter throughout the yard, swinging his penis in all directions, and they only managed to dodge. Alice and I chuckled looking kütahya escort at this performance. But the old neighbor got tired and lay down on a deck chair. The children froze dangerously in the distance, Lida looked from her husband to us and frowned, not knowing what to say.

After taking a rest, the neighbor suddenly had an idea.

“I know! As a child, I was caught with a cigarette and my father forced me to smoke a whole pack as an edification! Since then, I have been able to tolerate cigarettes, either regular or electronic. So we will do the same with you!”

“Oh no, dad, are you going to make us smoke cigarettes?!”

“Yes, what is it! Like cures like. You must be fed up, you must, so to speak, drink the cup over the top, so that you never return to this again!”

“What do you mean, Sash?” – Lida raised herself on her elbow worriedly.

“I mean, our children need to understand how dirty and disgusting what our neighbors are doing and what they touched each other just now is! And for this I will force them to have sex until they are completely exhausted, until they begin to turn away from the sight of each other!”

“What??! What kind of sex, Sasha? They are brother and sister, even if they are not siblings! Besides, they are only eighteen!”

“Oral, of course! The most disgusting and shameless of all types of sex! Just think, dick in mouth, what disgusting!” – and all four glanced sideways in our direction. Alice, as if mockingly, leaned over and licked my tense penis, aimed straight at the zenith.

“Dad, but we never, we still… How will I do this?” – Nastya blushed her cheeks and looked at mom and dad, and then at Valera. He looked away and pulled down his shorts.

“Very simple. Our neighbors have been giving lessons for days now, so to speak. You probably learned something from them.”

“Sashenka, how could they pick up something if it’s disgusting and terrible? I am sure that Nastya and Valera should not follow the example of these perverts. We should be an example for them!”

“What??! Lida, do you want to show them a blowjob on… on me, your husband?” – Alexander Valntinovich roared.

Lidochka nodded guiltily, and then said:

– We will do everything so that our children remain pure and innocent – you just quickly cum in my mouth and that’s it. I will not show the sperm to the children, but will swallow it quietly so as not to tease their baser instincts. And then Valera will do the same thing to Nastya three times and that’s it – and Nastya will eat for the rest of her life, and after the third finish Valera will hardly be able to get excited.

“Hmmm… Perhaps you’re right,” said the neighbor.

“Oh no, mom, will you… give dad a blow job, if that’s possible?!” Nastya exclaimed.

“For the sake of the proper upbringing of my children, I am ready to do this!” – answered the rosy Lida.

I laughed at this development of events, and Alisochka became quiet and even stopped smacking my dick while the neighbors behind the fence were deciding how to position themselves during the “blowjob lesson.” First, Lidochka knelt at her husband’s side, and the children sat at her feet. But it turned out that Lida was so uncomfortable, so they switched – Lida found herself between Alexander Valentinovich’s legs, and Valera and Nastya were on the left and right hands of the “father”. However, Lida complained that her knees were getting numb in this position, so Nastya quickly ran into the house and brought her mother a soft pillow.

“And you, friends, no matter how you sit down…” Alice grinned, taking my dick out of her mouth for a second. I gently stroked her hair, and then put my hand on the back of her head and persistently pushed her down. The penis was again in the sweet captivity of the daughter, she made a muffled gagging sound and now, tightly filled, twitches on the penis, letting tears run down her cheeks.

With my left hand I pressed the girl, and with my right hand I caressed her soft breasts, tender back and elastic butt. At moments of greatest tension, my daughter clenched her fists and knocked her feet on the floor of the veranda. The incredible narrowness of the hot girl’s throat gave me burning goosebumps, my head was foggy with joy, I barely had time to realize what our neighbors were doing there. And they finally started lara escort the “lesson”. Lidochka, all red with shame, carefully touched the tip of her tongue to her husband’s penis, causing him to involuntarily exclamation of admiration. Then the neighbor suddenly jerked his whole body, groaned and went limp. Lida jumped up, I took a closer look and noticed whitish streaks on her face. Alexander Valentinovich came from the first touch!

“Oh no, Mom, you have cum on your face, just like our neighbor’s perverted daughter!” – Nastya screamed.

“Hurry up and bring some napkins,” their stepfather hissed. Lidochka blushed and covered herself with her palm, not knowing what to do – after all, her husband initially set the condition that the children should not see the result of oral efforts, but everything happened so quickly… Almost without realizing what she was doing, Lidochka licked her lips and smacked her lips with Alexander Valentinovich’s sperm.

“Ho-ho… honey, what are you doing?” – he was taken aback.

Lida froze, not knowing what to say. Nastya was already hurrying to her with napkins, when suddenly Lida collected the sperm from her cheek with her finger and… sent it into her mouth. The scene was so exciting that Alisochka was already caressing my penis with just her fist, looking with tear-stained eyes at the frank actions of the neighbor’s family.

“Darling, I’m sorry it happened like this…” Lida muttered.

“So, immediately explain to the children that this is a terrible disgusting thing, spit it into a napkin!” – Alexander Valentinovich began to flash, continuing to flash his erect penis – he didn’t even think about falling off.

“Sash… I… I love you and your taste… In general, I like it,” Lida blushed like a tomato and lowered her pretty head. “This is not nasty at all.”

“Lidochka… Of course… After all, Nastya and Valerka are watching! Is it possible?! They are!!..” the neighbor gasped at the terrible prospects.

“Darling, they are brother and sister, although they are not related! I’m sure that Nastya won’t like her brother’s taste; they won’t be able to truly love each other!”

“Do you think that even after this, they should try it and… they will be disgusted for life?” – the neighbor beamed.

“Of course, Sash! It will be completely different for them! Besides, that’s what we initially agreed on, I had to swallow…”

Nastya and Valera looked at each other.

“Well then, I’ll…quickly…” the professor began to fuss. Alisochka and I watched with all our eyes as our neighbor’s penis, which had just finished, was gaining strength again. Lida, having not completely gotten rid of the sperm on her face, got down on her knees and Alexander Valentinovich swayed forward. Lida grabbed the penis, closed her lips and put her palms on the professor’s ass. Nastya and Valerka looked at this performance with all their eyes, as did Alice and me. But it didn’t last long – Alexander Valentinovich’s legs began to tremble and Lidochka had to tense her lips – the professor’s balls tucked upward, eloquently testifying to the filling of the young wife’s lovely mouth for the second time, now without loss.

Lida immediately began to swallow, choking and coughing convulsively. The professor affectionately patted her on the back of the head, and then squatted down and… kissed her right on the lips! This clearly helped Lidochka cope with the sperm – she smiled at the kids, demonstrating that she had nothing in her mouth. However, the professor immediately caught himself:

“Uh, Nastya, Valera, don’t do that, it’s only… only mom and dad can do that, Nastya will just swallow it from you and that’s it, okay? No kissing!” and he shook his finger at his eighteen-year-old named son and daughter.

Nastya nodded and just like that, without preludes, knelt in front of her brother. No one had time to gasp when Valera’s long, hooked, but thick penis poked into her mouth. And then the girl, closing her eyes, began to absorb the penis, moving her lips. At the same time, she also hummed sweetly, and Valerka moaned to the beat. Nastyushka suddenly opened her eyes and looked at us. She seemed to smile with only her eyes. By tilting her pretty head, she made her brother’s dick stick out her cheek, and he, don’t be a fool, began to move, stretching his sister’s cheek even more. Nastya’s drool ran down her chin, her wet penis squelched and squealed, and I had a pleasant feeling in my stomach. I looked at Alice and my daughter and I began to sweetly kiss and knead each other, while behind the fence Nastya took her brother’s sperm into herself, portion after portion…

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The Age of Ares Ch. 03

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Chapter 3: Love and War

Authors Note: This story is a work of fiction! All sexual participants are 18 or older! If any of my descriptions match a real person, it’s purely coincidental! Additionally, there is minimal sex in this chapter. It is categorized as Incest/Taboo only due to the fact that it is part of the overall story.

Quick Recap: My name is Ares Carmichael (Aged 21). Upon returning home after four years, I discovered my father, Charles (Age 48) had turned my childhood home into a harem where he sexually dominates my mom, Vanessa (Age 47), along with my sisters, Artemis (Age 22), Polina (Age 22), Clio (Age 20), and Thalia (Age 20).

When caught, he delivered an ultimatum for me to leave and not speak with my family ever again. Much to the dismay of my mom and sisters, I agreed without knowing the full facts. It was only after my mother convinced my father to let me have limited contact did I learn the full truth, that he was forcing himself onto each of them and recording his activities, posting them on a website called HaremHouse. Upon discovering this deplorable truth, Nicole and I vowed to destroy his little pornographic empire.

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True to his word, my father did indeed have an apartment ready for us within a matter of days. He called my cell phone an hour after we got up for breakfast two days after mom’s email. He listed the address as being in the heart of downtown, a half hour away from the hotel, and sent us a cab to drive us there.

When we arrived, Nicole and I stood in awe at the size of our apartment building. It was a semi-modern building and looked to be over 25 stories high. Mom and dad met us at the entrance, meeting us with dad’s hazel eyes and mom’s green eyes, standing next to a middle-aged slim white gentleman with dark blue eyes, in a business suit and briefcase.

After a short pleasant hello, one where mom tried to hug me but was stopped by dad’s stern gaze, we went in and took an elevator to the 20th floor. The apartment itself was on the north corner, with two large windows facing the north and east corners of the city.

At a glance, it had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dining area, a living space, and a kitchen. It was also fully furnished with tables, a king-size bed, a couch with reclining seats, and a pool table. Once we were settled in, dad gave us the rundown of our contract.

“Our verbal agreement stands, with some modifications that occurred in the interim.” he said, his tone completely business-like, “You have agreed to look for a job within the parameters of your field. In exchange, this apartment’s rent and utilities will be paid in full by me over the next five years.

“However, since your mother and sisters were insistent to the point of disobedience, I have allowed you to retain limited contact with them over the next few years. That being said, I have sent a revision to my lawyer,” he gestured to the gentleman with the briefcase, “that stipulates the following: I am no longer paying for any groceries you purchase.”

“What?!” Nicole and I said at the same time. Mom was also visibly shocked.

Dad grinned, menacingly, “In exchange for your mother and sisters being allowed to speak with you, I have decided it was a fair exchange to decrease the stipend you will receive in our agreement. The original price would have reached past $3500, and will now be reduced to only cover your individual rent and utilities, such as electricity, water, and internet access. You will have to buy food out of pocket.”

“Charles, you can’t be serious! How are Ares and Nicole supposed to buy food?” asked mom, clutching dad’s shoulder.

“I would think the answer is obvious, Vanessa.” said dad, not looking at mom, “If they wish to pay for groceries or takeout, then they will have to find employment quickly, like a full-time job in their field, or a part-time job to start off with. That is, of course, the price I have set since you seemed convinced my rules were not set in stone.”

“But they haven’t even moved in yet!” mom argued, “They don’t know the neighborhood, and likely won’t find a place to hire them immediately.”

“That is neither my fault nor my problem!” dad snapped, “If you had kept your mouth shut, your son would be living on a full belly every night for the next five years! But nooo, you have to maintain contact with your precious little boy, like he’s the golden child!”

“DAD!” I snapped, “It’s fine! If it lets me speak with my sisters and mom, I will gladly go without grocery bills for a few days!”

Dad glared at me, then smiled, “Excellent.” he said simply, before turning to his lawyer, “Richard?”

Richard opened his briefcase and handed me a four-page document. I looked at the heading and silently read over the agreements.

True to his word, dad added the amendment regarding my contact with my mom and sisters. According to the contract, I was limited to one phone call per person per day, refahiye escort with a time limit of one hour. The contract did not allow for multiple call times to add up to an hour, however. Obviously, the contract also reinforced the “no visitation” clause, with the bonus that I wasn’t allowed to meet up with my mom or sisters at home, but said nothing about seeing them randomly in public.

Everything else was the same as our verbal agreement. I picked up a pen, and after a glance at mom, who gave me an imperceptible nod, indicating there wasn’t anything in the contract that would have been used against me, I signed the contract. I then handed it back to Richard, who stamped it and returned it to his briefcase.

With nothing else, the three adults handed us the house keys and left. Mom lagged and dropped a small parcel she had fished out of her purse as she closed the door.

I walked over and grabbed the parcel. Taking it to the countertop, I opened it up to reveal a burner phone and some sandwiches. So, mom’s outrage was fake. She knew about the reduced stipend and made me some sandwiches to keep us fed.

I showed Nicole the burner phone and said, “What do you suppose this is for?”

She shrugged, “No idea.” she added.

We decided to leave the phone in a secure place and went about our day, checking LinkedIn and a few job-hunting sites for any updates to our delivered resumés.

We also discussed a few other topics that day, including what we’d do once the sandwiches were gone. I checked on the internet and found a few low-income job postings nearby, including a coffee shop a few blocks away. The two of us agreed it would be a good place to check out in case they were hiring.

Before we did so, however, I quickly checked on my sisters’ internet presence. The morning after I had discovered HaremHouse, I thought about the times that I sent my sisters updates and personal messages over the last four years on social media and never heard back from them. At the time, it was disconcerting that my sisters had ignored me.

Now, however, it may have been intentional by dad. If he was broadcasting his daughters’ amorous exploits on a website, he may have tried to limit their internet access so they don’t accidentally find their naked pictures or videos online themselves, thus destroying his little porn empire.

Once I was on Facebook, I looked up Artemis’ profile and activity log, stuff that she publicly shared. To my lack of surprise, it turned out that she hadn’t posted anything since graduating high school, not even a prom photo or graduation picture.

I checked Clio and Thalia’s profiles too. I didn’t bother with Polina since we were never “friends” online. She had essentially blocked me when we got to high school, so there was no way I could look at her stuff. Clio and Thalia’s pages were equally blank, with almost nothing over the past two years. It seemed clear that my sisters’ internet access was all but cut off when they became dad’s playthings.

To know for certain, I double-checked their Instagram pages and discovered that almost all of their photos were gone, including their summer pics from high school. Not just stuff from the last few years; all of it. Not a single trace of their Instagrams had any pictures of them in bikinis, dresses, workout clothes, or selfies. Just small pictures of streets, animals, and stuffed animals.

I knew my sisters like I knew the lyrics to my favorite songs, and I knew they were social butterflies to the nth degree. Like most people in high school and college, they thrived on sharing pictures of themselves and getting all kinds of attention. The lack of any pictures on either social media site screamed that dad was blocking all access to the internet, all likely in an attempt to make sure they didn’t rat him out.

For all I knew, Artemis didn’t even use her phone anymore since being locked in the house for long hours and banned from wearing any clothes at all. No wonder she didn’t inform anyone I was coming home.

In any event, after I logged out of the internet, I grabbed a printed copy of my resumé and followed Nicole out the door. We walked down the block to the coffee shop and saw that it was packed. We waited for a solid twenty minutes before asking to speak with someone who handled hirings and gave them our resumés.

Instantly, the barista, a woman who looked to be around 30, with jet black hair and silver-blue eyes, gave us a desperate smile and skimmed over our resumés for seven seconds before handing them back to us and saying in a loud tone, “You’re hired, both of you! Now get back here and grab an apron, we’re swamped!”

We did as we were told and quickly got to work. I grabbed a menu and mentally scanned it into my memory, reading everything and memorizing it within a few short minutes. After that, I went to stand next to the barista and took orders, while Nicole nudged someone who was making coffee and started learning how to do what.

Within three hours, reyhanlı escort the crowd slowly dispersed until there were only a handful of people left. By that time, Nicole had learned how to make seven different types of coffee-related drinks, and I had washed five thousand dishes, all the while listing an endless combination of drink orders.

At the end of another two hours, the barista thanked us for our help, gave us a wad of cash, and said, “If this is how you guys handle the first day with no experience, I am more than willing to have you guys here all the time! How about we do a real interview?”

We both agreed and sat down. The barista introduced herself as Diana, and we had a lengthy conversation about our lack of experience but were able to retain information and memorize procedures. Diane asked why we weren’t looking for a job in the corporate world, to which I replied that we had just moved into an apartment and couldn’t afford food at the time, so we needed a quick job to hold us over until we got a big-paying job.

Diana smiled and said, “Well, until you get a job that pays more, I’m more than happy to keep you guys on. I just have one question!”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Are you guys exclusive?” Diana asked, smirking.

Nicole and I looked at each other, “We’re engaged, and I don’t think it’s wise to sleep with your boss, especially after just getting hired!” Nicole said, “But the offer was nice, and if we end up leaving before we get married, we might consider it.”

Over the next few days, our routine was pretty standard. We woke up, went out for a run around the block, went back to our new apartment, fucked in the shower, then went to work at the coffee shop. We worked for six to eight hours each day, taking lunch breaks where Diana made us sandwiches, soup, or salads, and gave us what she called the “Engaged Couple” special: Work long hours and get a plate of food for free.

As for our war against my dad, we had little to no contact with my mom and sisters since we moved in. The burner phone stayed quiet ever since mom had left, and after I restored my sisters to my contacts list, I tried calling them each once per day. But, to my surprise, not a single person picked up. That only reinforced my thought that dad was limiting their access to their phones and other devices.

It was two weeks when I received a call from anyone. I was working a shift in the back when my locker started making noise. Knowing my phone was there, I took a fifteen-minute break, grabbed my phone, and went out back near the dumpsters.

“Hello?” I said, switching the call on.

“Ares? Thank god!” came the voice of Clio, her voice slightly deeper than Thalia’s, “I kept trying to get a chance to call you, but dad wouldn’t budge!”

“What do you mean, he wouldn’t budge?” I asked, “We have a written agreement. I get an hour per person per day!”

“He said that to placate you!” said Clio, “He’s confiscated our phones so we can’t call you, and he uses the landline for his business calls! I only managed to make this call because he went into his office for something!”

“Regardless, it’s good to hear your voice.” I said, “Hey, listen. I’m sorry I made you upset back at home. I wasn’t aware of your situation!”

There was a pause, “What situation are you talking about?” she asked.

I hesitated, “You know…being fucked by dad at all hours?” I added.

“Where did you get that idea from?” asked Clio, “We’re learning how to please a man! Daddy’s teaching us how to make love to our future husbands!”

“Clio, I saw what he was doing.” I explained, “He was fucking you hard from behind and slapping your ass. Guys like that don’t make love. They use you for their pleasure!”

“And how would you know? When was the last time you had sex?” she asked me, angrily.

“This morning, in the shower.” I said, honestly, “With my fiancé.”

There was a long silence, before Clio said, “Fiancé?”

“Yeah, Nicole and I are engaged.” I said, “She was the girl standing next to me when I yelled at dad to get off of Thalia.”

There was another long pause, and I had to check my watch to make sure it wasn’t passing the fifteen-minute mark. I still had seven minutes.

“Congratulations.” said Clio, curtly, “I’m happy for you.”

I paused, “You don’t sound too happy.” I said, “You sound pretty pissed off.”

“Is that a surprise?” she said, “I mean, I always thought we’d…”

“Thought we’d what?” I said, “Clio, you can’t expect me to have been harboring feelings for you, right? We’re siblings, I don’t think of you that way!”

I knew it was a mistake the moment I said it. Clio let out a screeching sound that made my ears ring. The next thing I knew, I heard a clattering sound and echoing footsteps on hardwood steps. There was silence for a long time before someone else’s voice came through the receiver.

“What was that about?” asked Polina.

“Hi, Pol, it’s Ares.” I said, “I was just talking with Clio and…”

But rize escort before I could continue, I heard the beeping sound of the call being ended.

What the fuck? Polina hung up on me? Shrugging, I pocketed my phone and went back inside to finish my shift.

Later that night, I was sitting on the couch, browsing my laptop when Nicole came into the room, carrying a bowl of kettle chips.

“Compliments from the coffee shop,” she said, handing me the bowl, “So, are we going to talk about your phone call?”

I sighed and put away my laptop, “Apparently, my father is manipulating the contract by not letting my sisters use their phones.” I said, “And apparently, my family was into incest long before my dad fucked my sisters.”

“What do you mean?” asked Nicole.

I sighed, “Clio, it seems, has a crush on me.” I said, “Or did. She’s probably hurt to her core right now since I mentioned we were engaged.”

Nicole was quiet for a moment before she asked, “Clio and Thalia are a year younger than you, right?”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“And when did you start hanging around them?” she asked.

I shrugged, “First grade, I guess.” I said, “That was around the time that Artemis and Polina started ignoring me, choosing their girlfriends over me.”

“So, your little sisters had someone to play dolls with, or have tea parties, hang around them, and show them the love and support your older sisters didn’t, since they were socializing with other girls.” Nicole added, “You know, like a boyfriend.”

I looked at her, puzzled, “You think it’s that simple?” I asked, “I started hanging around them, playing with their dolls. And that was enough for them to fall in love with me?”

“No, it was the attention you gave them.” said Nicole, “Think about it. You spend your life hanging around your older sisters, Then, all of a sudden, your older sisters shove you away. You’re devastated, so you circle and give your younger sisters much-needed attention. Attention, that you previously didn’t give them because you were focused on your older sisters.”

I thought for a moment and then shook my head, “I’m still a little confused.” I said.

Nicole sighed, “Then how about this: You grew up as the middle child. In a sibling power structure, meaning that Artemis and Polina were in charge whenever your parents were away. As such, they were the leaders, while you and your sisters were the followers, meaning you listened to their rules, and they rewarded you with love and attention.

“When they started ignoring you, you became the de facto leader of your younger sisters. Meaning they, Clio and Thalia, listened to you and you rewarded them with love and attention. Combine that with the efforts you made to show that love and attention, and they started seeing you as more than a brother. That kind of love could only grow into something more.”

“But they ignored me when I was away at university!” I countered.

Nicole shook her head, “No, they didn’t!” She said, “They tried to keep in contact with you. It was your dad that made the effort to erase you from their lives, but their love for you persisted. You heard Thalia when your dad fucked her. She was begging him to be gentle, just like you were gentle. When Clio hugged you, it wasn’t a plea for you to stay and be her brother, it was a plea for you to stay and save her from the abusive father.

“You were the one thing in their life that was worth being alive, and when your dad sent you away, it was like they were left alone with only themselves for company. Two older girls barely acknowledged them and a father decided to fuck them without asking for permission.”

I sat back, stunned, “You’re right. And I just destroyed them again. I must be the densest brother in existence!” I said.

Nicole hugged me, “Not the densest, just as dense as everyone else.” she said, soothingly, “And who knows, maybe when we free them, they’ll go back to loving you!”

“If we free them.” I said, “I have no idea how we’re going to do anything!”

“Well, what do we know so far?” Nicole asked, changing the subject.

I sighed, “We know that my dad set up his goals from an early point, starting with removing my footprint from the house.” I explained, “Basically, he was removing all trace of another male presence in the house, making him the only one they’d be aware of. Next, he seduced his oldest, meaning he is calculating and patient, but after he had them, he unraveled somewhat and started to become unpredictable.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning once he started having sex and demanding full nudity from his daughters, he started to become chaotic.” I said, “I think we’re looking at someone who knows what they’re doing is dangerous but isn’t in a position to care, since he has exerted near total control over the household.

“I think he has punishments in place for disobedience. We don’t know what those punishments are, aside from spankings. What we need to do is learn all we can about his methods of control and how he makes my sisters and mom obey him.”

“Agreed. But how?” Nicole asked, wearily.

I handed her the bowl and picked up my laptop again, “With this.” I said, showing her the subscription page of HaremHouse. “There seem to be three levels of the subscription service. Basic access, Preferred access, and Premium access.”

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My cousin Rachel and I (Brian) continue where we left off in Part 1, making our way to the bedroom from the shower.

Unable to keep our hands and lips off of each other as stumble towards the entrance of the bedroom, we briefly pause so we don’t walk into the door frame. Rachel grabs my hand and leads the way as I am closely behind her, giving me a full view of her smooth behind.

My eyes are locked in on her smooth, naturally tanned ass as we inch towards the bed when I surprise her with a quick slap before gripping her left ass cheek like a stress ball.

Rachel and I are finally at edge of the bed when she turns back around, wrapping her arms around my neck as we continue kissing each other. I move from her lips so I can kiss her neck, running my finger tips around the edge of her hard nipples in the process. Rachel lets out another moan and I can feel her skin fill with goosebumps again when I spin her around against the bed.

Against the bed with her back towards me as I move in closer, wrapping one arm around, using my spare hand to grab both nipples using just my thumb and middle finger. Gently kissing the bottom of her neck with her body quivering, Rachel is anticipating what’s coming next.

I start to bend Rachel’s top half of her body forward as I lift her by the hips onto the bed. Placing her on the edge of the bed with her back still facing me, I tell Rachel to get on her knees as one of my hands glides between her legs. Rachel’s pussy is drenched when I make my next move.

“Stay in this position.” I tell her as I start crouching down until my face is level with her ass.

Settling with my knees on the ground while spreading her legs apart some more as I push her forward. Before she could say anything, I move my face forward and begin eating her out from behind catching Rachel off guard.

“OHHHHHH. MYYYY. GODDD! That feels amazing Brian!” barely getting the words out as my tongue hits the magical spot.

Feeling her body begin to tense up knowing she is about to cum, I toy with her and stop.

“Don’t stop!!! I’m so close again, Brian!” Rachel screams as I begin to lift her up again to place her further onto the bed so I can join her.

Rachel leans further onto the bed towards her drink on the night stand, giving me the perfect amount of room to get in position. After we both down our drinks, I’m lying on my back at this point when tepebaşı escort Rachel leans in to kiss me. Her brown, messy hair tickling me as she reaches for a hair band so she can tie it back.

Rachel feels how hard I am and begins to make her way down thinking I want a blowjob when I grab her by the hips again. Spinning her around with her feet near my face, I tell her to get on top of me into the 69 position.

“You taste so good, Rachel.” digging my tongue into her while she grabs a hold of my cock again.

Sliding my tongue up and down her slit as I add more pressure, I begin to finger my cousin at the same time when I feel her mouth make contact with my rod again. Sensually stroking and sucking me off prevents Rachel from fully moaning since her lips are locked around my fully erect cock.

Stretching one arm forward towards her hanging tits, gently pinching her nipple while I use my palm for balance. Feeling better than any dream, it’s a guessing game as to who is going to cum first when Rachel’s body begins to shake in that familiar way.

Neither of us can take it any longer when we feel the orgasmic hurricane approaching, causing us to cum simultaneously in each others mouths.

Enjoying the feeling of our bodies against each other, Rachel was still on top of me as I held her in place so we could enjoy the moment. After a few minutes, Rachel began to slide off me, leaving my stomach a trail of the juice still gushing out of her. Sliding my finger tip through her cum so I could get another taste, Rachel made her way back for another kiss before saying the words.

“Holy fuck that was hot Brian, but I need a drink. Why don’t you twist a joint while I get us a refill?” coming in for another kiss before getting up.

My hands were still shaking as I rolled but it was still smokable. Making my way towards the kitchen, I was met halfway by her.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Rachel asks.

“Ummm, outside to smoke.” slightly confused as to why she was asking.

Handing me me drink, Rachel directs me back to the bedroom as she playfully pushes me towards it.

“We’re going to smoke in the shower as we rinse off. How does that sound?” she suggests with a devilish grin.

Answering without hesitation, I tell her “Sounds great!”

Drinks in hand, doobie rolled and already naked, Rachel tercan escort turns on the shower and we hop in. It was a much quicker shower this time, only enough time to smoke our joint. Once the last puff was smoked, eagerly desiring to continue in bed, I turned off the water before stepping out. We barely dried off when I scoop Rachel up in my arms to carry her back. Her legs and arms wrapped around me like a koala bear, I passionately kiss her as I carry her back to the bed.

Rachel has her back towards the best as we inch closer until I throw her on the bed. Still on her back, I crawl in towards her for another kiss. As my I make out with my cousin some more with one hand on her jaw, I take my other hand to run it between her legs. Her pussy is so warm and still wet when she reaches for my balls to fondle them.

Within seconds, my dick is like the Statue of Liberty all while fingering her some more as we get ourselves into place.

We can’t take it anymore, we need it, now.

“Fuck me Brian!” almost as if it’s an order, continuing with “Fuck your cousin!”

Rachel’s legs were spread as I adjusted myself in between her, moving in for another kiss. Tongues lashing and ready to go, she pulls me closer and reaches for my shaft. I had never been that hard as my cousin guides it towards her welcoming vagina. Like a magnet, the tip of my dick met her entrance on the first try, sliding in with the natural lube.

Picking up our rhythm, looking deep until each other’s eyes as I move my mouth closer to hers for a kiss, pinching her nipples at the same time. Her cheeks start to blush more and more when her eyes roll to the back of her head as she lets out whatever sounds she can muster. The feeling of being inside my cousin was like ecstasy.

“Ohhhhh!! Fuck ya Brian! Keep doing that, don’t stop!!” Rachel screams as she locks her legs around me, not giving me anywhere else to go but inside her.

Feeling her tense up, her legs tighten up even more as I’m deep inside her. Letting out one more scream, I feel her pussy convulsing with my dick wrapped in her like a tight, warm blanket. Rachel couldn’t take anymore, erupting with another “Fuck ya!! I’m cumming!” before another intense orgasm, at least for her.

Once we both finished panting and gained some energy, I move in for a kiss before getting up to rinse off and retrieve the termal escort drinks we left in the bathroom. It only took Rachel a few seconds to follow me and rinse off as I made more drinks. About to leave the kitchen and expecting her to be in either the washroom or bedroom, Rachel was walking towards me.

“Did I forget something?” I ask her, unsure as to where she was going.

“Nope, just need to grab something and meet you back in the bedroom.” Rachel answers with a wink.

She didn’t take long at all as I barely made it back to the bed when she entered the room holding that famous blanket.

“Bed time?” I ask, continuing with “Let me twist one up if so.”

About to get up, Rachel pushes me back onto the bed with the blanket draped around her, staring at me this the sexiest look I’ve ever seen.

“Stay on your back and get comfy, Bri.” as she inches closer to me.

My head resting on a pillow and lying in the middle of the bed on my back, Rachel lifts one leg over me as she gets into a straddling position. Blanket will wrapped around her while grabbing both of my hands, my cousin places them on her beautiful tits.

They feel even more amazing as she begins to lean in towards me allowing me to bury my face in them. Sucking on one breast while gently running my thumb around the other nipple, Rachel readjusts herself. I can feel how wet she still is, her pussy soaking my cock. No hands or mouth required this time, just that feeling alone causes my dick to stiffen until she finds her spot.

Pulling the blanket over us, Rachel’s pussy starts to engulf my manhood. My cousin begins to ride me as I grab her by the hips to motion her body back and forth, fucking each other wrapped in the same blanket we used as kids.

Moving one hand back to her tits, I grab the back of her head with my other hand so I can kiss her some. Passionately making out and knowing I am going to erupt any moment, Rachel knows it too. She plants her hands on my chest and pushes down harder. The added pressure causing my cock go deeper when I start to tremble.

“I’m gonna cum!!!” I scream expecting her to get off so I can pull out but Rachel just pushes harder and faster.

“Cum inside me Brian!! I want you to cum inside me! I can’t have anymore kids anyways so fucking cum inside me!” barely getting the words out.

That’s all I needed to hear and feel her pussy convulsing again, almost like a warm, weighted blanket around my raw cock. Having dreamt of this moment for 30 years, her body quivers one more time as she’s about to cum. A euphoric rush runs through my entire body as I blast load after load of semen deep inside Rachel, my own cousin.

To be continued…

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I exhaled and gently thrust my hips upwards, in the midst of my downward facing dog. The stretch felt good and I lifted my hips up higher. Something caught my eye from the neighbouring window behind my garden.

I had never noticed anybody in that window before, until now. The garden was private, but there was a little gap in between the trees, creating the perfect viewing point. A girl with noticeably long dark hair looked directly at me. I pretended not to notice and continued to thrust my hips into the air. I glanced over quickly and almost lost balance as I realised the girl had her hand on her right breast on top of her vest.

No longer in control of my breathing, I swallowed hard. She was watching me. Watching me stretch whilst she got off. I took a deep breath and stood back up to reach my hands to the sky, taking this moment for another glance. The girl did not look away. She gently stroked her breast and teased her nipple with her fingertips. Was she enjoying knowing that I could see her?

After my initial shock I breathed in slowly to calm myself and soon realised I was also enjoying this. I could tell by the sensation between my legs.

I crouched down onto my mat and got down on all fours spreading my thighs apart a little wider than necessary. I enthusiastically stuck out my ass and looked up towards the window. The girl flicked her sexy dark hair back and her hand moved underneath her leggings.

The throbbing between my legs increased. I was positive my light grey shorts were damp from how wet I was getting. I wonder if she could see?

I turned over onto my back and gently lifted my hips into bridge pose. I looked over. She had gone. I was disappointed, but grinned to myself as I enjoyed the thrill of being watched.

I quickly ran inside and pulled my shorts down. I was soaking wet. I played with my clit furiously and fingered myself, coming quickly Bahçelievler travesti thinking about her.

The next morning at the same time I was back on my mat. There she was watching and waiting. This time I made a point of not wearing much. Some small tight shorts and a skimpy sports bra. Her hand moved swiftly up and down in her shorts. I could not tear my gaze away as I watched her close her eyes, biting her lip as her hand moved faster. I wonder what she sounds like? Is she going to come right in front of me? How does she express her excitement? Does she moan loudly or exhale subtly?

As I shifted position and glanced in her direction she disappeared again and once more I had to rush inside and get myself off, my orgasms getting more intense each time I thought about her.

We continued this ritual every morning and I found myself getting increasingly excited each morning when I woke up.

One morning I was disappointed to see she was no longer there. I continued my session and hoped to see her the next morning. A few mornings passed with no sign of her. I carried on as normal and desperately hoped to see her again.

I finished my session one morning and went inside. I was feeling cranky and the yoga had not helped release any of the tension. I was startled by a knock on the door. It was still early, who could it be?

I opened the door and was immediately shocked. It was the girl, standing outside my door holding a yoga mat, looking bright eyed and raring to go. I stood with my mouth slightly ajar, eyeing her up and down. She was gorgeous. Tall, with long dark flowing hair and a toned body. I could not believe this vision standing before me. I took in her tight shorts and crop top, clearly revealing the lack of bra underneath.

“Hi. You look like you know what you’re doing. I thought maybe you could show me?” Her voice. Bahçelievler travestileri The one I had imagined over and over while playing with myself. I was sweet and sexy at the same time.

I was unable to speak. I found myself opening the door to let her in. She walked straight into the garden and laid out her mat. She wasted no time getting on all fours. ‘I like this one. Tell me if I’m doing it correctly?’

My heart was pounding, my breath shallow. I could barely move as I stared at her sexy body spread out in front of me. I moved slowly towards her and kneeled onto the mat behind with her ass in front of me. I gently rested my hands on her hips. I saw her close her eyes at my touch. The feeling of my skin on hers changed something in me. I breathed slowly. I felt calm. I moved her hips towards me. “You just need to move your hips back slightly. Like this.” I moved her hips towards me. “Good. Now you need to push your spine inwards and push your shoulders and hips into the air.”

I could barely contain myself as I watched her thrusting her ass into my face. I could clearly see the shape of her underneath her shorts. She was not wearing any undies.

“Now push your spine upwards and do the opposite. Keep repeating that slowly.” I watched as she moved a little too fast, my hands were still on her hips. “Slow down.” I slipped one of my hands onto her thigh as I slowed her movements down, deliberately brushing my fingers between her legs with the other. I heard a deep exhale.

“Now hold there for a minute.” I moved both my hands onto her ass and stared at it in awe. “You seem a little tense. Let me help with that.” I glided my hand effortlessly over her shorts from behind and slid my hand in between her legs. She gasped at the sensation. Her shorts were wet. “That’s it, let it go. Relax.” I rubbed faster imagining what her pussy travesti Bahçelievler looked like underneath. Judging by her shorts, it was swollen and ready for more than just a gentle rubbing.

No longer able to wait any longer, I peeled off her shorts slowly, delicately unwrapping my delicious prize underneath. She didn’t disappoint. I was greeted with a tight asshole and some enlarged and very wet dark pink lips. I licked. Slowly, softly, so she could barely feel it. She let out a little whimper. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your release.” I say, as I plunged my tongue deeper into her, parting her lips and lapping up the juices dripping out of her.

Her pussy was all I could think about. I laid down and positioned my head underneath her. The viewpoint from my position was perfect. The shape of her body in my line of sight was so alluring. She ripped her crop top off and rubbed her breasts as she looked down at me with pure lust, her hair blowing gently in the breeze. She lowered herself onto me and I licked her clit slowly. She moved gracefully, each thrust coating my face in her delicious juices. I left my tongue out, enabling her to position her clit appropriately. Her graceful movements soon turned into vigorous gyrating and she thrust backwards and forwards on my face without holding back. I heard her moans for the first time, they were much more seductive than I imagined, low and guttural, triggering me further to lick her in time with her movements.

She suddenly cried out as she climaxed and collapsed over me. She clambered off me and lay next to me on the mat, a look of satisfaction on her face. I grinned back, my mind relaxed and in the moment.

I dared not look down at my own shorts, which were no doubt giving away just how much I also needed a release.

She leant in to kiss me, kissing and licking the juices off my face. Her hair fell loosely over me, tickling me softly as she probed me with her tongue. She stopped abruptly. “I have to go. That was wonderful.” Before I had a chance to protest she left.

I lay back, closed my eyes and tried to relax. My body throbbed. My pussy quivered. My shorts were soaked.

It looked like another self care session was in order for me.

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Bakire Götümü Taksiciye Siktirdim! (Seda 43 Y., İs

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Bakire Götümü Taksiciye Siktirdim! (Seda 43 Y., İsMerhaba. Ben Seda, 43 yaşında, 2 çocuk annesi, evli bir kadınım. Kocam gemi kaptanı, o yüzden pek görüşemiyoruz. Oğlum 20, kızım ise 19 yaşında, ikisi de üniversitede okuyorlar, yani onlarla da pek görüşemiyoruz. Evde tek başıma oturup duruyorum. Bir gün çarşıdan taksiye bindim. Direksiyonda 25 yaşlarında yakışıklı biri vardı, hoş, konuşkan biriydi. Gözüm devamlı dikiz aynasındaydı, o da bunu farketmiş, arada bakıyor, sonra da bakışlarını kaçırıyordu. Evin önüne vardığımızda ücreti ödedim ve “Telefon numaranı versen, taksi lazım olduğunda seni arasam gelirmisin?” dedim. “Tabii!” diyerek bir kağıda telefon numarasını yazdı, ismini de üstüne yazıp verdi. İsmi Emre idi. Eve girdiğimde kendime inanamyordum, resmen şöförü gözüme kestirmiştim. Akşamı zor ettim, dayanamayarak aradım. Telefonu açtığında, “Merhaba, şeyyy, ben Seda, hani bugün bırakmıştın ya?” dedim. “Evet hatırladım, buyrun?” diyerek cevapladı. “Şeyyy, çarşıya inecektim de, beni evden alabilirmisin?” dedim. “Ben şu anda çalışmıyorum, ama kendi arabamla gelebilirim, yanlız biraz da alkollüyüm, size sorun olmazsa geleyim?” dedi. “Sorun olmaz, sen gel yeter!” dedim. Evin önüne geldiğinde aşağı indim hemen, yanına oturup, “Merhaba!” dedim. “Merhaba, nereye gideceğiz?” diyerek arabayı sürmeye başladı. Ben de, “Sen karar ver, tabi işin yoksa?” dedim. “İşim yok ta, siz nereye gitmek istiyorsanız oraya götüreyim!” dedi. Ben de, “Evde canım sıkıldı, şöyle gezeyim dedim, senin işin yoksa beraber gezelim, bir iki kadeh birşey içeriz, sonra beni bırakırsın!” dedim. “Peki!” diyerek devam etti, çarşıya Ümraniye travesti indik. Barın birine girip birşeyler içtik, muhabbet ettik. Sonra Emre, “Ne yapalım, yeter mi bukadar?” dedi. Ben de, “Evde viski var, içersen evde devam edelim?” dedim. “Tamam!” dedi. Hesabı ödedim ve bardan çıktık. Eve geldiğimizde heyecan içindeydim, çünkü eşimi ilk defa aldatacaktım. Dolaptan viskiyi aldım, iki de bardak alıp yanına oturdum, birer duble doldurdum. Onları içtikten sonra Emre’ye baktığımda, o da bana bakıyordu. Sessizlik olmuştu. Emre yavaşça yanıma sokulup dudaklarıma yapıştı, ben de ona karşılık verdim. Beni koltuğun üstüne yatırıp, boynumu falan öpmeye, eliyle de göğüslerimi okşamaya başladı. Ben de onu üstümden ittirip kalktım. Emre bana bakıyordu, arkamı dönüp yatak odama gittim ve üzerimdekileri çıkardım. Emre geldiğinde çırılçıplak yatakta yatıyordum. Emre de hemen üstündekileri çıkarıp, üzerime uzandı ve dudaklarıma yapıştı. Deli gibi öpüşüyorduk. Emre aşağılara öperek inmeye başladı. Amımı yalamaya başladığında, artık ben kendimi kaybetmiştim. Bir süre amımı yalayıp, tekrar dudaklarıma çıktı ve öpmeye başladı. O sırada amımda yarrağını hissettim, içime ittirmeye başlamıştı. Zaten sırılsıklam olan amım yarrağını tümden içine almış ve Emre de gidip gelmeye başlamıştı. Ben de bacaklarımı beline dolayıp, “Sik beni!” diye inlemeye başaldım. Fazla geçmeden de orgazm olup boşalmaya başladım. Bacaklarımı beline sıkıca kenetlemiştim. Kollarımla da boynuna sarıldım, resmen kasılmıştım, Emre hareket edemiyordu. Bir süre sonra serbest bıraktım, o da içimden çıkıp başucuma Ümraniye travestileri geldi ve yarrağını ağzıma uzattı. Hemen yarrağını yalamaya başladım. Kocam hiç böyle yapmazdı. Amımın sularıyla sırılsıklam olmuş yarrağını yalamak harika bir duyguydu. Sonra yatağa sırtüstü uzandı, ben de üstüne çıkıp yarrağının üstüne oturdum ve zıplamaya başladım. Arada aşağıdan öyle bir pompalıyordu ki, resmen gözlerim kararıyordu. Birden beni üstünden indirip, domalttı. Arkamdan amıma sokup sikmeye devam etti. Elini de klitorisime atıp, okşamaya başladığında, ben tekrar kasılıp orgazm oldum ve yüz üstü yatağa yattım. İçimden çıkmıştı. Aniden beni çevirip sırt üstü yatırdı. Bacaklarımın arasına girip, yarrağını amıma soktu ve seri bir şekilde sikmeye başladı. Herhalde o da gelmek üzereydi. Ama okadar sert ve seri bir şekilde sokup çıkarıyordu ki, ben altında duramıyordum, çarşafı çekiştiriyor, deli gibi, “Sik beni! Ohhh! Sik beni!” diye inliyordum. En sonunda amımdan çıkıp ağzıma getirdi. Ben de hemen yarrağını yalamaya başladım ve Emre inleyerek ağzıma boşaldı. İlk defa döl tadına bakıyordum, biraz değişik gelmişti, ama hepsini yuttum… Boşalması bitince yanıma uzandı. İkimiz de ter içinde, soluk soluğa yatıyorduk. Biraz soluklandıktan sonra duş almak için banyoya gittim. Duşumu alıp çıktığımda Emre salonda oturmuş viski içiyordu, eli de yarağındaydı. Hemen üzerimdeki havluyu atıp, önünde çömeldim ve yarağını yalamaya başladım. Yarağını kıvama getirdikten sonra kucağına oturdum. Oturup kalkarken arada dudaklarını öpüyordum, o da kalçalarımı sıktırıyordu. Birden beni Travesti ümraniye kucağına alıp kalktı ve yanımızdaki masasının üzerine oturttu ve gidip gelmeye başladı. Ben de ayağımı beline dolamış, sikilmenin zevkini çıkarıyordum. Ama tekrar orgazm olmak üzereydim ve boşalmaya başladım. Emre halen sokup çıkarıyordu. Birden durdu ve kulağıma, “Arkadan yapalım mı?” dedi. Ben de o zevkle düşünmeden, “Neremden sikmek istersen oramdan sik beni!” dedim. Bunca yıllık evliliğimde kocam bu soruyu hiç sormamıştı. Hemen beni masadan indirip, yerde halının üzerinde domalttı. Sonrada arkamda çömelip, amımla karışık götümü yaladı. Parmaklarıyla biraz alıştırdıktan sonra yarağını bakire götüme dayadı ve ittirmeye başladı. Biraz zorlayarak yarısını soktu, ama benim beynimde şimşekler çakmıştı, “Emre dur lütfen!” dedim. Emre durdu. Bir süre sonra ben, “Devam et!” deyince, yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladı. Daha sonra yavaş yavaş hızlandı. Artık köküne kadar hızı bir şekilde sokup çıkarıyordu, tabii ben de alışmıştım ve zevkten inliyordum. Emre yine son vuruşlarını yaptıktan sonra inleyerek götümün derinliklerine boşaldı ve içimden çıkıp yanıma yattı. Ben de yattım, ona bakıp gülümsüyor, kendi kendime (Ne iyi yapmışım da kendimi siktirmişim!) diye düşünüyordum… Sonra kalkıp tekrar banyonun yolunu tuttum. Tam duşun altında götümdeki dölleri temizlerken Emre girdi içeri. Yanıma gelip gülümseyerek, “Temizleme istersen, nasıl olsa şimdi birdaha dolduracağım!” dedi. Ben de gülümseyerek, “Doldur, birdaha temizlerim!” dedim. Götümdeki dölleri temizledikten sonra, Emre yarrağını ağzıma verdi, yalattı bir süre. Banyoda da bir posta götten siktikten sonra, duşumuzu alıp yattık. Sabah uyandığımda (Rüya mı gördüm?) diye düşündüm, kafamı çevirip Emre’yi uyuyor gördüğümde (Ohhh, rüya değilmiş!) diye sevindim. Şu anda Emre benim ikinci kocam, ama beni kocamdan çok o sikiyor ve bana kadın olduğumu hatırlatıyor. [Seda]

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Resmen yarak hastası oldum.1

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Resmen yarak hastası oldum.1Resmen Yarak Hastası Oldum! (1. Bölüm) Merhaba, adım Elif, 23 yaşındayım. Bundan 4 yıl önce üniversite okumak için İstanbul’a geldim. Liseye kadar okuduğum şehirde tutucu bir ortamda yetiştim. Yine de çok baskı altında olduğumu, ya da bu durumdan şikâyetçi olduğumu söyleyemem. Ama İstanbul’a geldikten sonra, nerdeyse hiçbir şey yaşamadığımı, ne kadar monoton bir hayatım olduğunun farkına vardım. Başta kendim gibi içine kapanık taşralı kızarkadaşlarım vardı, ama zamanla hem onlarda değişmeler, hem de benim ortamımda değişmeler oldu. Üniversitedeki birinci yılımın sonunda ders çalışamadığımı bahane ederek eve çıkmak istedim. Ailem ilkin sıcak bakmasa da, derslerim için iyi olacağında direterek müsadeyi kopardım. Eve çıkınca masraflarım arttığı için bir mağazada önce part time, sonra full time çalışmaya başladım. Derslerim de fena değildi, yani en azından okulu normal sürede bitirebilecektim. Bu süre zarfında erkek arkadaşlarım oldu ve bakireliğimi kaybettim. Ama yoğun bir seks hayatım yoktu.İstanbul’da iş çıkış saatlerinde otobüslerin nasıl dolu olduğunu bilirsiniz. Böyle bir akşam işten eve dönmek için otobüse bindim. Şoförün ısrarlarıyla arkalara ilerledik. Arka kapının oraya kadar vardım ve rahat gitmek için bir alt basamağa geçtim ve demire yaslandım. Üzerimde dizimin az üstünde bir etek, içimde gömlek ve üstümde de parkem vardı. İçeride insan yoğunluğundan camlar hep buğulanmıştı. İnsanlara bakarak vakit geçiriyordum. Arkalarda 6-7 kişilik bir grup vardı, kendi aralarında muhabbet ediyorlardı. Voleybol veya Basket takımından gibiydiler, hepsi de eşofmalıydı ve yanlarında spor çantaları vardı. Sanırım maçtan veya idmandan dönüyorlardı.Ben dalmış bir halde onları incelerken, bir tanesinin bana baktığını fark ettim ve o an için göz göze geldik. İçimden, (Sıkılmayacağım, onunla bakışırken yolculuk zevkli geçecek!) diye geçirdim. Birbirimize kaçamak bakışlar atıyorduk. Bir müddet sonra çocuk arkadaşlarının yanından ayrılıp bana doğru geldi. Ben böyle bir şey beklemiyordum. Ben sadece ona bakarak yolumu tamamlamak niyetindeydim. Yanıma gelince utandım, muhabbet açmasın diye arkamı döndüm. İşte burada büyük bir hata ettiğimi sonradan anladım.Benim arkamı dönmemi tamamen yanlış anlayıp, arkama yanaştı. Yağmurdan kaçarken doluya tutulmuştum sanki. Arkamdan yaslanmaya başladı. Hiçbir şey düşünemiyordum, utancımdan kıpkırmızı kesilmiştim. Aklımdan türlü şeyler geçiyor, ama kılımı bile kıpırdatamıyordum. Benim bu tavrımdan cesaret almış olacak ki iyice sokuldu bana. Nefesini ensemde hissediyordum. Birşeyler fısıldadı, ama bir kelime bile anlamadım. Bir müddet sonra şoku atlattım, ama ne yapmam gerektiğine karar veremiyordum. Daha bir saatlik yol vardı. Sonunda, farklı bir heyecan olur, hem kalabalıkta kimse de farkında Belek travesti değil, zaten bir basamak da alttayız diye düşünerek, işi oluruna bıraktım. En fazla çocukla biraz oynaşır, zevklenirdim. Ben aklımdan bunları geçirirken bizimkisi ellerini kullanmaya başladı. Hafifçe popomu okşuyordu. Bir süre sonra sıkıp bırakmaya başladı, baya ön sevişmeye doğru gidiyordu olay…Hafiften ıslanıyordum. Ve popomu oynatmaya başladım. Benden işareti alır almaz elini eteğimin altına doğru attı. Eteğim aşağıda olduğu işim elinin yetişeceği yere kadar sıyırarak bacaklarımı okşamaya başladı. İş daha da ilerliyordu ve benim aldığım zevk de artıyordu. Bir göz gezdirdim, kimse bizim farkımızda değildi, ya da ben öyle olmasını istiyordum. Arkamdaki genç belli ki az şeyle mutlu olmasını bilen biri değildi. Çünkü bu da ona yetmemiş ve eteğimi iyice yukarı sıyırıp, kalçalarımı okşayıp sıkmaya başlamıştı. Bense iyice kendimden geçiyordum sanki. Tanıdığım biri beni bu halde görse ne yapardım. Evet, seks tecrübelerim vardı, ama çıplakken erkek arkadaşımın izlemesi bile beni utandırırdı. Hâlbuki şu anda bir halk otobüsünde, yüzden fazla kişinin arasında, popom kabak gibi açık ve tanımadığım biri tarafından okşanıyordu. Aşırı derecede tahrik edici bir durumdu benim için. Sırılsıklam olmuştum. O haldeyken bana arkadan iyice kenetlenip, iki eliyle birden göğüslerimi okşamaya başladı. Tanrım, resmen sevişiyorduk. Çok zor durumdaydım, ayaklarım beni taşımıyordu. Demire yapıştım iki elimle.Biz o durumda iken, iki kişi yaklaştı yanımıza, arkamdaki gencin arkadaşlarıydı. Ben kimse görmüyor sanırken, meğer onlar bizi izliyormuş. Başımdan kaynar sular döküldü sanki. Ne yapacağımı, ne edeceğimi bilemiyordum, yüzüm kıpkırmızıydı. Arkadaşları gelince arkamda genç ellerini göğüslerimden çekti ve elini üstten külotumun içine daldırıp, amımla oynamaya başladı. Birden bacaklarımın arasında, el olmadığını anladığım bir şeyin sıcaklığını hissettim. Aman Tanrım, çocuk bir eliyle amımı kurcalarken diğer eliyle sikini çıkarmış ve bacak arama sürtüyordu. Neler oluyordu böyle? Yanımızdaki arkadaşları da milletin bizi görmesine engel olduğu için arkamdaki iyice rahat hareket etmeye başlamıştı. Nasıl sikini öyle çıkarabilirdi aklım almıyordu. Ama kendi halimi de düşününce, bu çok da garip değildi sanki…Bir taraftan diğerleri de hareketlenmeye başladı. Direğin diğer tarafında benim önümde duruyorlardı. Bir taraftan etrafı kollarken bir taraftan göğüslerimle oynamaya başladılar. Bu ara da arkamdaki geri çekildi, ne oldu ki diye düşünürken, külotumu aşağı doğru çekti. Ne gerek vardı şimdi buna? Zaten sürtünüyordu çıplak sikiyle, daha ne istiyordu ki? Olamaz! Yoksa sikecek miydi beni milletin ortasında? Önümdekilerden biri aşağı eğildi, ne oluyor derken külotumu Belek travestileri ta aşağı indirip, teker teker ayaklarımı kaldırarak tamamen çıkardı. İş çığırından çıkmıştı artık, bu duruma bir son vermeliydim. Ama ne yapacaktım ki? Bağırsam, bir şey desem, külotumu onlara vermiştim, şimdi kime ne diyebilirdim ki? Ben bu düşüncelerdeyken, önümdekiler huzursuzlandığımı fark edip, direnmeyeyim diye iki elimle de direğe tutturup, ellerimin üzerinden tuttular. Bu halde ellerim hareket edemiyordu. Uysal bir koyun gibi her şeye razı bir şekilde olacakları beklemeye başladım…Arkamdaki, külotum da olmadan sikini amıma sürtmeye başlamıştı bile. Ben birilerinin bizi fark edip rezalet çıkacağı için korkuyordum, ama bu korku nedense beni çok daha fazla azdırıyordu. Ve beklenen oldu, arkamdaki sikinin başını amıma dayadı! Anladım ki içime girecek ve beni ortalıkta sikecekti. Önümdekilerin de yardımıyla hafifçe öne doğru eğildim. Eteğim belime kadar sıyrılmış, külotum çıkmış, şimdi amım götüm meydandaydı. Arkamdaki genç yavaşça içime girmeye başladı. Çok zorlanmadım, ama sikinin şimdiye kadar olan erkek arkadaşlarımınkinden büyük olduğunu hissedebiliyordum. Yavaşça gidip gelmeye başladı. Acayip zevk alıyordum, önce dibine kadar sokuyor, sonra tamamen çıkarıyor, sonra tekrar sokuyordu…Bu şekilde ilk defa sikiliyordum, ama çok zevkliydi. Ben bu duygu ve zevk yoğunluğundayken, hiç farkında bile varmadan diğer arkadaşları da yanımıza geliş ve takım toplanmıştı. Kapının orayı 6-7 kişi tamamen kapatmışlar ve otobüsün geri kalanıyla olan bağlantıyı kesmişlerdi adeta. Şimdi tamamen ellerindeydim. Bu arada arkamdaki yakışıklı beni sikmeye devam ederken, elini belimden çekip, eteğimin fermuarıyla oynamaya başladı. Ne yapıyordu ki, eteğim zaten yok misali belimdeydi ve götüm açıktaydı. Bir an sikini tamamen amımdan çıkardı ve geri çekilir gibi oldu. O sırada başka biri eteğimi aşağı doğru indirdi. Aynı külotumu yaptıkları gibi, ayaklarımı birer birer kaldırarak eteğimi tamamen çıkardılar. Külotum neyse de, eteğimi de onlara kaptırmıştım ve şimdi daha kalabalıklardı. Eteğimi mutlaka ellerinden almalıydım, yoksa ne yapardım? Eteğimi almak için bu saatten sonra bağırıp çağıramazdım, yoksa millet beni o halde görse ne derlerdi, rezil olurdum. Uslu bir kız olup olacaklara katlanacak ve insaf edip hiç olmazsa eteğimi vermeleri için yalvaracaktım.Bu arada arkamdaki genç hızlanmaya başladı, sanırım gelmek üzereydi. Ve titreyerek içime boşaldı. Hemen bir başkasıyla yer değiştirdiler, arkama başka biri geçti ve sikini amıma yerleştirdiği gibi pompalamaya başladı. Bir taraftan önümdekiler de göğüslerimle oynuyordu. Hiç tanımadığım bir grup gencin ortasında, belimden aşağısı çıplak bir şekilde sikiliyordum. Yarım saat öncesine kadar mazbut Travesti Belek bir Anadolu kızıyken, olaylar beni ne hale sokmuştu!Gençler çaresizliğimin farkındaydılar ve hiçbir şeyi umursamadan durumun keyfini çıkarıyorlardı. İki tanesi önümdekilerle yer değiştirdi ve göğüslerimle oynamaya başladılar. Az sonra da gömleğimin düğmelerini çözmeye başladılar. Ben bağırmak istediğim halde, kimseyi uyandırmamak için fısıldayarak yalvarıyordum, “Lütfen yapmayın!” diye. Ama sanki bu onların daha da hoşuna gidiyordu. Ellerimden tuttukları için engel de olamıyordum. Gömlek düğmelerimi de çözdüler ve biri arkamdan sutyenimin kopçalarını gevşetti, öndekinin çekmesiyle sutyenim de ellerine geçti. Parkamla birlikte gömleğimi omuzlarımdan aşağı doğru sıyırmaya başladılar. Tam onları da çıkaracaklar, çırılçıplak kalacağım diye düşünürken, orda kaldılar. Nedenini bilmiyorum ama, buna ne kadar sevindim, anlatamam. Bir grup gencin ortasında, nerdeyse çırılçıplak kalmıştım ve sikiliyordum, ama bu halime bile sevinecek duruma gelmiştim.Bu arada arkamdaki boşalmış ve yerini bir başkası almıştı. Önümdekilerden biri sikini çıkardı ve demirin üstünden başımı aşağı bastırarak sikini ağzıma verdi. Çaresizliğimden ve eteğimi geri alabilmek ümidiyle onu memnun edebilmek için nasıl sakso çekiyorum inanamazsınız. Bu şekilde kendi aralarında dönüşümlü olarak beni amımdan ve ağzımdan sikmeye devam ettiler. Şimdi aklıma geliyor da, iyi ki o arada hiç arka kapıdan inmek isteyen olmadı. İneceğim durağa gelmiş miydim, ne kadar zaman olmuştu bineli, inanın hiçbir fikrim yoktu…Birden kapının ışığı yandı. Aman Tanrım birileri inecekti ve şimdi her şey anlaşılacaktı, mahvolmuştum. Derken elimi bıraktılar, arkamdaki halen sikmeye devam ediyordu. Otobüs yavaşladı ve bir süre sonra durdu. Arkamdaki de sikini amımdan çıkarıp, eşofmanını düzeltti. Ben eteksiz ne yapacağım diye düşünürken, beni kollarımdan çekiştirerek otobüsten indirdiler. Meğersem onlardan birisi basmış düğmeye, çünkü bizden başka inen olmadı.Ohhh! İndiğimiz durak bir parkın kenarındaydı ve çok kalabalık değildi. Tam eteğimi isteyecektim ki, eteğimle uzaklaşmaya başladılar. “Hey! Nolur eteğimi verin bari, bu halde nasıl gideceğim?” diye seslendim. Bir tanesi, “Yavrum, eteğin bu muhteşem dakikaların hatırası olarak bizde kalacak, hem bu halinle çok sexysin!” deyip arkadaşlarının arkasından yürüdü gitti…Parkem popomu tam örtmüyordu. Nasıl insanların içinden geçecektim, eve nasıl varacaktım? Parkemle önümü güzelce kapattım, ama aşağısı o biçimdi. Üzerimde bir parke, altımda görünen sadece bir deri çizme, tam bir hayat kadını gibi görünüyordum. Ama zaten az önce olanları kaç tane hayat kadını yaşamıştır ki?Biraz aklımı topladım, en iyisi taksiydi. Bir taksiye atlayıp evin adresini söyledim. Taksici aynadan bana bakıyordu. Altımda bir şey yoktu, kısa parkeyle de oturunca her şey meydandaydı, neyle kapatacaktım? Yapacak birşey yoktu, hiç oralı olmadım…Apartmanın önünde taksiden indim. Sanki ben görmeyince kimse de beni görmeyecekmiş gibi, kafamı öne eğip etrafıma bakmadan binaya girdim…

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Yengemin Kardeşi Aslı

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Yengemin Kardeşi AslıMerhabalar, öncelikle kendimden bahsediyim adım deniz 21 yaşınayım profil resmimden gördüğünüz gibi yargıya açık birisiyim.. Aletim kalın ve damarlıdır.Liseye gittiğim dönemin sonunda işlerimiz nedeniyle sürekli olarak amcam da kalıyordum her gece o yengemin inlemeleri yok mu sikimi patlatırcasına kaldırmaya yetiyordu.. Yılbaşı yaklaşıyordu.. yengemin kardeşi aslı memleketlerinden gelmişti. Aslı 1.68 boylarında oldukça güzel ve ateşli bir kız tam bir esmer güzeli. Amcam Aslıyla gitmemi söyledi bizde bir kaç arkadaşımla bir bar da eğlenceye gittik yemeğimizi Kemer travesti yedik içkilerimizi içtik fakat çok bir muhabbet konusu yoktu çünkü hiç tanımıyorduk birbirimizi alkolun verdiği etkiyle dans ediyorduk hepsi bu aslı 24 yaşındaydı buarada daha sonra Aslı daha çok yakınlaşmaya ve benim gözlerimin içine bakaraktan dans ederken beni daha çok tahrik etmeye başladı. Dayanamıyordum ve dudağına yapıştım karşılık verdi çok şaşırmıştım daha sonra 40 yıllık sevgililer gibi yeni yıla girdik ama çok azmıştım saat 2:30 gibi mekandan ayrılmak zorunda Kemer travestileri kaldık ve doğruca kendimizi otele attık… Yengemin kardeşi ne de olsa inlemeye başlıyordu dokundukça (genetik sanırım) üzerinde ki gece elbisesini yukarı sıyırdım ve duvara yaslayıp amını yalamaya başladım yeni traş etmişti harikaydı.. Daha sonra diz çökerttim ve aletimi ağzına verdim o vakumlarına 2 dk dayanamadan şiddetli bir şekilde ağzına boşaldım.Hepsini yuttuktan sonra tuvalete gitti temizlendikten sonra odaya geri geldi sigara yaktık biter bitmez sigaram dudaklarına Travesti kemer yapıştım göğüslerine doğru indim ve emmeye başladım inanılmaz bir kadındı çıldırıyordum onu hayal ederken yatağa yattık hemen üzerime çıktı ve gökyüzüne zıplıyormuşcasına tepinmeye başladı bu arada o güzel göğüslerini avuçluyordum.Sonra domalttım o sulanan amına bir güzel vurmaya devam ettim ve içine boşaldım. Yorgun düşmüştüm ama alkolun verdiği etkiyle sikim inmek bilmiyordu.Hemen agzına verdim ıslattı bir kerede bu şekilde arkadan siktim.Aslı o gece inlediği kadar hiç inlememiştir heralde ben de yorulduğum kadar,o günden sonra pek görüşmedik buna da özen gösterdik duyulursa kötü olurdu..Bundan 6 ay sonra bayramda bizim evdelerdi bana yaptığı çocuk muamelesi yok mu annemin yanında çok inandırıcı oluyor… Ama kimse biilmiyor o çocuğun bu kadını nasıl becerdiğini 🙂

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Becoming Doll 001 Pt. 05

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Sorry for the long delay on this chapter. It’s sort of complicated and I wanted to make sure I knew exactly how I wanted things to play out further along. I originally intended this to have the whole of Jenny’s discovery by Mandi and their conversation after, but I decided to split it up into two after it got a bit longer than I expected. Part 6 will be along shortly.

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Jenny is caught and makes an admission.

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Then my heart stopped when I heard the unmistakable voice of my best friend Mandi, “Hello? Hello? John, are you here?”

As soon as I heard Mandi’s voice, I snapped fully out of the submissive space I was in and was wide awake. I tensed up immediately, which is not the best idea when you’re getting relentlessly butt fucked by a machine. I let out an involuntary yelp of pain, which had the unfortunate side effect of attracting Mandi’s attention upstairs. Mandi called out again, “John, is that you? Are you OK?”

I heard footsteps pounding on the stairs as Mandi ran up, presumably to find the source of my pained cry. From the sounds of it, Mandi ran straight to my room, then started checking every room but the one she knew I never went into. I panicked, trying to figure out a way to stop the machine early, but in my horny eagerness I hadn’t wanted to be able to stop. The machine could be stopped from the laptop, but there was no way I was going to reach it.

Finally, having checked everywhere else, Mandi stopped in front of the door to my little sanctuary. At this point there was no way she couldn’t hear the fucking machine sloppily fucking my hole, so she was bound to come in to find out what the noise was.

I heard the door open, followed Erenköy travesti by a startled “What the fuck?”

I realized Mandi couldn’t see me yet, I was still hidden by the tall bed, so her confusion came from the room itself. She’d always known the space as my mom’s art studio, and now it was a young woman’s bedroom filled with some kinky stuff, including a gaming chair with restraints, multiple vibrators, and most importantly, a kinky trans girl currently getting stuffed.

Mandi quickly put the initial shock aside and came around the corner of the bed to investigate the sound. I was looking up and she immediately made eye contact with me, then took in the rest of my bound form. She stood still in confusion for a moment before finally speaking, “Dude, what the fuck?”

I looked up at Mandi and tried to make a pleading face and mumbled over and over past my gag, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Mandi turned away thankfully so I didn’t have to look her in the eye anymore, saying “Oh my god, dude, that is fucked up. Turn that thing off and come downstairs. I have…a LOT of questions.”

Mandi started to walk back out of the room, and I cried out as best I could around my gag, “I gant gurn git goff!” Mandi paused and turned back around, “Oh god, did someone do this to you? How do I turn it off?”

I frantically gestured to the laptop with my head, the screen showing an obvious big red stop button along with the remaining timer. Mandi did her best not to look at me while she turned the laptop so she could see the screen. “Wait, this is your laptop. There’s a timer. You DID do this to yourself!” Mandi shook her head then pushed the stop button on the laptop and stood back up.

The machine immediately ceased and withdrew, and the restraints unlocked. Despite the tension Erenköy travestileri of the situation, the dildo withdrawing made me feel empty and I found myself a little sad about that. I got up in a kneeling position so I could used both hands to remove the gag, and Mandi looked back at me, catching a glimpse of my hairless body and then the cage between my legs. She actually stared at it while I was unbuckling the gag, blurting out “What the fuck is that?”

I got the gag out of my mouth and tried to speak, croaking out another apology and then grabbing the water bottle so I could wet my throat. Mandi took this pause to turn around again and walk out of the room, saying “Get cleaned up and meet me downstairs, we need to talk.” That was an understatement to say the least, but I was glad she wanted to talk instead of just leaving and never speaking to me again.

I got up and stretched a little, then headed into the bathroom. I wiped the drool off my face, and straightened out my hair a bit, which had gotten a little wild while I was getting wild. I decided if Mandi was going to learn the truth, she would learn the whole truth, so I started putting on some light makeup. I kept things pretty natural, or at least as natural as my still pretty amateurish skills could muster, a fairly neutral eye shade and a nude lip.

I was about to go back to the bedroom to find some clothes when I saw the plug I’d had in earlier. As soon as I saw it, I realized I was still feeling empty after getting off the machine and felt an irresistible urge to have it inside again. I lubed the plug and pushed it back up into my hole, moaning a little as it settled home into my sensitive and well fucked backside.

I grabbed some plain cotton panties, some casual leggings, and a soft cotton tank top. Travesti erenköy I wanted to be en-femme, but not overdo it the first time. I got myself collected, took a hit off my vape pen to help calm my nerves, and headed downstairs to accept my fate.

As I got downstairs, I found Mandi looking through the packaging I’d left strewn all over the floor and holding the paper instruction manual in her hand. Mandi had her back to me and hadn’t noticed me yet, so I stood watching her for a moment. Mandi flipped open the manual and thumbed through it, shaking her head. She mumbled, “This must have cost a fortune. Guess he can afford it, though, but still…”

I decided I’d better face the music so I came down the last few steps a little louder than necessary to let Mandi know I was there. She turned around and looked at me, the manual still in her hand, “John, what the fuck have you been up to? I mean, I know a boy left alone can get up to all sorts of weird shit, but I didn’t expect…,” she gestured around the room, “THIS!”

I blushed and tried to speak, letting out a little croak before clearing my throat, “It’s Jennifer.”

“What?”

“It’s Jennifer now. Jenny. I’m trans.”

Mandi stood dumbfounded for a moment before dropping the manual and walking over to me. She looked me in the eye, her gaze burning into my soul. Even though I was wearing clothes, I felt more naked than when she found me actually naked getting railed by a machine. After what seemed like an eternity, Mandi just nodded and then hugged me.

Mandi held me for quite a while, and I shivered, letting out a few little sobs. I had been so scared of how she would react when she found out, she was the only real connection to my old life from before the accident. She broke the hug, and held me out at arms’ length, “Jo…Jenny, you’re my best friend, and I love you. Your name and your gender don’t change that.” Mandi paused and looked at me a little harder, her voice a bit more firm, “But that doesn’t explain all this.”

Mandi took me by the hand, led me to the couch and pointed, “Sit. Tell me everything.”

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It’s for the Best Ch. 01-04

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Our Story…

Vacationing on the beach at the Jersey Shore my wife and I were having a deep discussion about our relationship, and how we can improve our lackluster sex life. It was difficult to speak about it because a guy never wants to think he is less than perfect for his wife or girlfriend.

My wife Dani, short for Danielle, has an amazing body and she knows it. She also knows that when she wears provocative clothing that draws lots of attention from other guys, and she also knows that when that happens, I get very turned on. So today on the beach, she wore a very skimpy thong bikini which made her ass and long legs look amazing, along with a sexy top that revealed her spectacular double D breast. I felt like every guy on the beach wanted her and it made me want her even more.

I’m a runner with a runner’s body, thin and tight. Since we were about the same height, we made an unusual couple when we people saw us together. Dani has gigantic boobs, a narrow waist, and a sexy ripped body, due to her constant gym visits. I looked thin and fragile in comparison and in my mind, I could hear the guys asking, ‘What is she doing with him?” and I understood because I sometimes thought the same thing.

Maybe because of my insecurity I overcompensated by trying to be the Alpha male and controlling in our relationship. Dani was understanding and went along with most of my demands and was a loving and understanding wife. I realized that I made some stupid demands and tried to control things, but Dani always let me feel like I was in charge and somehow understood me better than I did myself.

I thought our sex life was good and was shocked to hear her use the word lackluster to describe our sex life, however, after our open and honest talks it was clear that she was not completely happy with our current situation. She complained that things have gotten stale and felt we needed to explore some of our inner fantasies, as a way of spicing up our sex play.

We sat and talked about things that got us hot and would love to experiment together.

She confessed that she loved the attention she got when she wore sexy outfits and hunky guys flirted and wanted her. She admitted that when we were having sex, she often thought of those men making wild love to her without saying a word about it, and how she would love to talk dirty during sex.

We both laughed when I told how hot I got when I saw men staring at her hot body and wanting to take her, even though she was clearly with me. Somehow, we both shared the same fantasy but were too afraid to ever admit it in fear of hurting each other.

I told her how I fantasized about her putting on some sexy lingerie and a pair of dark silky pantyhose under a short sexy dress, and then taking her out only to have everyone want what I had.

She smiled and said, “You’re always making me wear pantyhose and now even in your fantasy, you want me wearing pantyhose even though I hate wearing them and would rather have nothing on under that short dress, you dream of me wearing. What is it with pantyhose, do you have a little fetish for them”?

I tried to change the topic, but she led it back, “Ok, what’s the deal. Why won’t you tell me? I thought we were being honest and open here.

What is it about Pantyhose that gets you hot?”

I’m sure my face was red, but from sitting in the sun there was no way to tell when I answered, “I think it goes back to when I was a teenager and my sister caught me with a pair of her panties and pantyhose, in my bedroom. She was older and laughed at me, asking me if I was wearing her things now. She had me put them on right then or she threatened to tell our mom.

Of course, I didn’t want that to happen and put them on for her, and for some reason, I get very excited as she giggled and told me to keep them on for the rest of the day under my clothes and if I did and showed her that they were still on before bed, she wouldn’t tell anyone, and it would be our little secret. It stayed our secret, and she would leave some of her lingerie in my room from time to time, but we never talked about it again. I’ve never told anyone about it until now.”

Dani smiled and said, “Well that explains it then and I think that’s a cute story. I’d love to see my little macho man in panties and pantyhose. You see, these are the type of things that will spice things up, baby.”

She was right about opening up as at that moment I felt much closer and that maybe it would help us in bed. We finished the afternoon at the beach, went back to the hotel room to shower and get ready for dinner.

That night Dani wore a sheer white sundress with a pair of pantyhose without me even asking. I know that women hate wearing pantyhose in the summer and that she would prefer wearing nothing under that dress but clearly, she was trying to spice things up for our relationship. Sitting at the bar I ordered drinks as Dani went off to the ladies’ room.

She was stunning with her dark tan, blonde hair, sexy short dress, ultra-high heels, glossy pantyhose, Cihangir travesti and her huge boobs visible through the white lacey material of her dress. Every guy in the bar turned their heads as she walked towards the bathroom and back to me at the bar. We smiled at each other as she approached me and gave me a wink as she sat down.

“How was that honey? Did I give them a good show?” She asked.

“Oh my god, I think you gave several of them heart palpations. Thanks for wearing the pantyhose, I know they must be uncomfortable, but they are so sexy.”

“I know you like them, baby.”

Just then one of the guys at the bar walked over and stood between Dani and me, with his back to me, and asked her if he could buy her a drink. The guy was incredibly big and obviously a gym rat as I felt tiny as I was looking at his massive back and shoulders.

Dani took the opportunity to flirt a little as she tossed her long blonde hair and touched his massive arm before saying, Dani fluttered her long false eyelashes and said, “Not tonight, doll. I’m with someone but thank you for the offer.”

He turned to me and back to her and said, “Ok beautiful but I’m sure I can show you a much better time than you’ll have with him,” he said as he turned and walked away.

“Baby, that was hot. I’m so wet right now, did you enjoy that?” She asked.

“He was clearly an asshole; however, yes it was hot seeing men turned on by how sexy you look. In a way I find it a compliment that the girl they all want is mine, I love it.”

After dinner and we got back to the room we could hardly keep our hands off each other. She slipped off her dress but kept her heels and pantyhose on as we fell onto the bed. We kissed, and as I rubbed her long legs, I got rock hard, she was excited, and turned on, by our sex talk and the action at the restaurant.

After several minutes of kissing, sucking on her wonderful breast, and rubbing her legs and pantyhose-covered legs and ass, I took off his heels and gently rolled down her pantyhose. When I had them in my hand Dani nibbled on my ear and said, “Put them on for me, baby. We both know you know how to put them on, so get to it, now.”

I was so excited that I didn’t argue and rolled them up and then, expertly slid them up my legs as Dani watched in amazement how easily I handled such a feminine piece of lingerie. She recognized the look of excitement on my face and how hard I got after I adjusted and smoothed them into place.

“Well, don’t you look pretty? I never realized how shapely your long legs are and next time I’ll have you shave your legs, and they’ll look and feel even better,” she said as she was rubbing my very hard cock through the nylon material.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me in front of her. She then pulled down my pantyhose just enough for my cock to be released. She took it in her mouth and started licking and sucking me as she rubbed my legs. After a few minutes, she took it out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, “Fuck me now, put that big cock inside me, and take me now.” She lies back on the bed and spread her legs anxiously waiting to climb on top of her. I started to take off the pantyhose, but she stopped me, “Don’t you dare take them off! I’ve never seen you so hard, and if that’s what pantyhose do to you then I’m going to make you wear them all the time.”

She spread her legs and I slid my enlarged penis into her extremely wet pussy and she let out a moan as we embraced.

“Oh, that feels so good baby, I can’t believe how hard you are. Is that from wearing your sexy pantyhose or are you thinking about all those guys at the bar that wanted to fuck your wife, tell me, baby?”

That made me even more excited, and I had to slow down the pace so that I didn’t come too quickly. “Yes, it’s all of that baby.”

She looked up into my eyes as we made love and smiled, “Baby, when that big guy started hitting on me at the bar, I really got wet. Yes, he was sexy, good-looking, and had an amazing body but what really got me wet was how he ignored you and talked to me like you weren’t even there. The thought of you being helpless as some hot guy was hitting on me got me excited. I wanted to grab his cock right there in front of you and make you watch us together. That was hot.”

As soon as she said that I closed my eyes and had the most intense orgasm I ever had. I pounded her and filled her with hot seed as she came at the same time. We both screamed and collapsed into a pile on the bed, holding each other tightly.

Several minutes later, after we both came down from that amazing love session, we looked at each other as Dani giggled, “Wow that was great. “We haven’t had sex like that in years and I want more of it, baby. I think our little fantasy sharing helped things tonight and I’m happy that we were able to enjoy each other’s fantasy.”

“I agree, it was awesome Dani when you started talking about taking that guy in front of me, I just lost it. That was crazy and you are so sexy. Cihangir travestileri I didn’t know you had such an active mind and could be so sexy.”

“Sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet. I have lots of ideas for us and if you’re willing to experiment I think our sex life will get even better.”

I smiled said, “I’m in baby and I can’t wait to experiment with you.”

We finished our vacation with a new attitude, both of us hoping for a renewed sexual life and a new level of closeness, unfortunately, due to work and our responsibilities we quickly got back to our mundane daily routine. Due to long work hours and late nights, we were both too tired for sex that first week, but Dani would have no part in that and decided to spice things up.

Knowing my penchant for pantyhose she went shopping that week and picked up several pairs to surprise me with on Friday night, our date night. We have a standing date every Friday night and this Friday was no different. We both knew to be ready by 6 pm for a night out.

I got home late, and Dani was just putting on her dress and this week she wore a very low-cut black dress with an extremely short, flirty skirt. Of course, she wore pantyhose for me, black glossy pantyhose with four-inch heels. I was already getting excited as I watched her put on her lipstick and perfume.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes, just let me shower and shave and I’ll meet you downstairs. You look very sexy, Dani and you will turn lots of heads tonight, I’m sure.”

“Thanks, baby, but tonight I have a surprise for you to wear under your pants. I bought these for you to wear tonight,” she said handing me a pair of Wolford Satin Touch pantyhose. “While you’re in the shower, I want you to take a few extra minutes and shave your legs so that you can experience how sexy pantyhose should feel.”

She giggled as she noticed that I immediately got hard standing there in front of her. “I guess you like your gift! Now hurry up with your shower and meet me downstairs after you’re completely shaven and wearing your new pantyhose. I suggest you put some lotion on your legs after shaving, it will soften your skin and add to your experience.”

My erection remained as I shaved my legs and finished showering. Applying my wife’s lotion smelled flowery and felt wonderful on my smooth legs. I loved opening my very own pantyhose and was so excited about wearing them tonight. I wasn’t ready for the new feelings of wearing them on my hairless legs. It was completely new and sensual. I loved it and couldn’t stop touching and rubbing my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.

Since I never wore pantyhose under my pants, I wasn’t prepared for the electric and sensual feelings as the material moved over the nylons and my now sensitive legs. I loved it and my hard erection remained when I went downstairs to meet Dani.

“Oh my, it looks like you like wearing your new pantyhose. How do they feel on your shaved legs baby? Sexy, right?”

“Dani, I can’t describe the feeling, and yes I love it, as you can tell.”

“Well, I suggest you untuck your shirt and try to hide that thing or everyone will notice.”

We both laughed as I did just that and we left for the restaurant. Our favorite place was busy that night and we had a forty-minute wait. We went to the bar and had some drinks as we relaxed. Dani rubbed my pants and smiled, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Dani, I feel like everyone knows but I love it and I never realized wearing them could feel that good. You girls are lucky because you get to wear them all the time. Not fair,” I said laughing.

“It’s true, baby. We girls get to wear all kinds of sexy things like this dress. You see how short is and all I have to do is just bed over a little at the waist like this, and I give all the guys a look up my dress and a view of my sexy lingerie. See that, those guys are already looking. It’s so much fun to be a girl, darling. I’m just glad you can experience a little of it with your new pantyhose.

You seem to be acting a little different tonight and not so controlling. You even let me put our name in and order the drinks. I wonder? Does wearing pantyhose make you less controlling? If so, I like it.”

“That’s true, I didn’t feel the need to do that tonight and didn’t even give it any thought until you brought it up. I guess I was just too wrapped up in the new feelings to think about it. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Not at all it’s a nice change. I like you being more docile, and it feels like we are more on the same level rather than husband and wife.”

Just then it happened again. This handsome man in a suit came over and complimented my wife in front of me. “Excuse me for saying but I couldn’t help stopping by to tell you how beautiful you are and to offer to buy you a drink,” he said turning his back to me as I sat there quiet and watched.

This time Dani accepted his compliment and said, ‘Thank You, you’re too sweet. I’m drinking a Manhattan if you want to buy one Travesti cihangir for me.” They chatted as I sat there excited by her action along with the feelings of wearing my new nylons.

I watched as they talked, laughed and I was amazed as I watched her reach out and touch his arm several times while laughing at his entertaining comments. I caught him looking at her exposed breast and waited to see where this would go. They finished their drinks when the hostess came in to tell us our table was ready.

“Honey, our table’s ready,” I said as he turned to me in shock.

“OK, well thanks for the drink, Blake,” she said moving over to me he looked confused and said, “Who is this?”

“This is my husband, Wayne. Wayne, this is Bob who I just met tonight.”

“Nice to meet you, Bob, let’s go, Dani.”

She smiled and started to leave and when I saw his hand grab her ass when she turned to come with me, which made her smile as she gave me a wink.

As we walked with the hostess, she looked at me and said, “That was so hot, and it was awesome how you sat there and let him chat me up like that. How did it make you feel baby? Wearing sexy nylons as some handsome guy had his way with your wife. Was it hot for you too?”

“Let’s just say I’m very hard and want you right now.”

During dinner, we played with each other under the table. She rubbed my crotch with her food under the table and I rubbed her pussy through her nylons as we ate dinner. We barely made it to the car when I pushed her into the back seat, pulled down her pantyhose, and took her right there.

We both came and quickly drove home to continue our evening. We got up to the bedroom and I stepped out of my pants and shirt and quickly took off her dress, as she stepped out of her heels. I was starting to push her onto the bed when she stopped me and said, “Not yet honey. I have one more surprise for you,” she said, taking a gift-wrapped box from under my pillow. I opened it and took out a pink baby doll nightgown. I looked at her with a shocked expression.

“Honey, I thought it would be nice for you to have a complete outfit to go with your pantyhose. When I was buying your pantyhose, I saw this and couldn’t resist buying it for you. Put it on for me.”

It fit perfectly and felt so sexy.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, but should I be wearing this? I mean, yes, I love wearing pantyhose, but you want me to wear this too. I don’t want you to want to wear these things except for sex.”

“Don’t be silly, honey. It’s just a game and if it turns you on, then I love it. Besides, you’re so sexy and it’s like you’re my new girlfriend. So sexy, now get down there and lick my pussy. Make me come, now.”

“Honey, I just came inside you. You’re full of my come.”

“I don’t care; besides I want you to taste it. It will turn me on, baby.”

So, in my new baby doll and pantyhose, I crawled between her legs and started licking her wet pussy. I licked her tentatively and she would have none of that. She told me to lie down as she sat on my face and told me to lick her clean. I pushed my tongue inside here and I felt her push her vaginal muscles until I got a mouthful of my come. I wanted to spit it out but as she sat there, I had no choice but to swallow and I did it several times. This turned her on as she came twice within five minutes, as I licked and cleaned her in my feminine nightgown and pantyhose.

“Oh baby, I’m loving this, and you are so hot. Now I’m going to release your hard cock and you’re going to fuck me to another orgasm.”

We fucked for another hour and had multiple orgasms. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, her naked and me in my pink baby doll and pantyhose that she had me put back on after our sex. “I want you to sleep in them tonight, honey.”

The next morning, she had me go down on her and had an intense orgasm. I was also rock hard under my gown and pantyhose, but this time she had me take out my cock and put it in her mouth. She sucked me until I came hard in her mouth, and when I finished and started to relax, she sat up with her mouth open showing me my load. She then put her lips over mine, pressing hard until I opened my lips. She immediately pushed my load into my mouth and told me to swallow. “I want you to swallow it, baby, I want you to be my girl and show me you how you love to swallow cum. Do it, baby, she demanded.”

The thought was horrible, but I did as she instructed and drank my salty cum as she watched and played with herself.

“Baby, you’re amazing and I love the new you. I never thought our sex life could be this good and I don’t want it to stop. Tell me you love too.”

“I do Dani, I’ve never come so hard before but I’m not sure about everything.”

“Just go with it and enjoy. I know what you need, and you’ll give me what I need as well. Now get in the shower and shave your legs again, I want you to shave them every day from now on and be sure to add lotion and keep them soft and smooth. I’ve decided and from now on you will wear pantyhose under your clothes at all times. I purchased several pairs for you, and they are in your top drawer. You can pick which style and color, but you will be wearing all of them over time because you are a different man when you wear them, and I like that guy much more. He’s much sexier and fun to be with.”

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