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The Land Developers Ch. 01

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Chapter 1:

Russ Parrish awoke to the soft buzzing from his phone on the nightstand. Like most business owners, he kept his iPhone close by at all times and the notifications silenced while he slept. Of course, there were certain exceptions to the “Do Not Disturb” setting.

One of those was an alert for activity from his favorite Reddit user.

He rolled his pale, slim body over to reach across the nightstand for his phone and his glasses. The device came to life as he flicked his thumb across the notification on the screen. The app quickly loaded and showed him the stunning hourglass form of a nude woman sitting on a window seat, silhouetted against a large and bright picture window. The brightness of the early morning sun defined her hair and body, with long locks falling down her shoulders before enmeshing into the outline of her heavy breasts and thick nipples which were clearly visible against the brightness.

Russ licked his lips at the sensuous image emanating from the screen. His wife Rebecca Parrish was the sultry exhibitionist who owned and populated this particular NSFW account. He felt his cock stirring as he immediately pictured how many hundreds, if not thousands, of men were already ogling the newest of Rebecca’s softcore photos.

What had started as a drunken dare just two months ago, had blossomed into an untapped and deep-seated source of pleasure for his beautiful brunette wife. Over a dozen times in the last few weeks, she had used her artistic eye and dirty mind to create sensual images that were uploaded to one of the biggest amateur “gone wild” subreddits.

She was careful to never show her face or to reveal any personal details about herself that might give away her identity or her location. While Rebecca valued her privacy and while she was proud to show off her body, she wasn’t about to let anyone know that the real-life object of their fantasies was actually a very successful civil engineer who was partners in a growing business in her community.

Russ Parrish was the other partner in that business. Together, the young white couple had built a strong reputation for quality land plans which had gained them contracts with key local developers – the type who were buying up thousands of acres for McMansions in the suburban region outside of Houston. Their newest development promised nearly a full decade of drainage and development analysis – which meant a large payday and rising prospects for the Parrish duo.

The lustful husband scrolled down his wife’s anonymous feed, greedily drinking in image after image that she had recently posted but he paused on a particularly bright one.

One of her photos from the previous month was a photo of Rebecca standing on the balcony of their all-inclusive resort in Tulum, wearing only a sheer red swimsuit cover-up which she was holding open to reveal her flawless D-cup tits and shaved kitty. Her face was obscured by her large floppy hat with her long dark hair flowing out from underneath and the lips of her labia were clearly visible in her thigh gap.

She had immediately posted it. And over the next two hours, it had gained over 2,500 likes, several gifted awards, and inspired several hundred direct messages in her inbox. The horny white couple had read through some of them during their extended foreplay, Russ noting that Rebecca was breathing heavier and growing wetter with every lascivious offer and every request. When she reached 1,000 likes, she had squealed in excitement and unconsciously reached between her legs with her hands. Not long after that, she started to click through many of the unsolicted dick pics looking for ones that grabbed her interest.

Her husband had shared many times that he was more than okay with this type of behavior – and openly invited her to pursue conversations with anyone she chose. Thinking back to that extended sex session, Russ remembered how he had so easily slid his prick inside his wife from behind while she was on her stomach engrossed in her audience and their adulations. She had stopped scrolling to send a couple of flirty emojis back to one well-hung black man who had sent a full body shot to her with his long, massive cock and huge balls on display. Immediately after, she rolled over and mounted her husband – riding him hard with her dripping wet cunt, pinching and pulling at her nipples while he struggled to hold back his release until finally giving in to her wanton fucking and shooting his cum inside her.

Now she was addicted to the feedback and the attention. It was barely 8:00am on this Saturday and already she was posting a new picture for the internet to enjoy?

Russ hoped that meant good things coming to him that day.

Stretching lazily, he finally put down his phone to slip out of the bed. Pulling on a t-shirt, he made his way down the hallway inhaling the aroma of coffee as he walked into th Parrishes small kitchen. Peering around the corner with a wide grin across his face, he spied Halkalı travest the glorious ass of his wife displaying through her bathrobe as she stood against the counter eating a bowl of granola and yogurt and reading her iPad.

“I think I just saw these on the internet,” Russ wisecracked as he slid behind his wife and reached around to cup her glorious globes.

Slapping his hands away playfully, Rebecca cocked her head to the side and replied “Well, you couldn’t really see EVERYTHING about these girls,” before leaning in for a sultry kiss on his lips.

Russ laughed. “Yeah but you could see enough though. I can’t wait to see how your adoring fans react to this one!”

Rebecca chuckled back. She took another bite of her yogurt and winked playfully at her husband before leaning back into the iPad screen. A smile played at the corner of her mouth as she did, because the 38-year old wife was feeling it today. Rebecca knew that she had complete freedom to enjoy the exhibitionist streak she had recently discovered and that helped give her confidence in every aspect of her life. She felt more electrified and alive this morning because of posting that photo. It was a heady rush to which she had already grown addicted.

And she loved it. She looked down at her large tits, thinking already about how many anonymous strangers were pleasuring themselves to her body. Almost unconcisouly, she raised her hand up and slid it inside her robe to touch the tip of her already hardened nipple, biting her lip at the overwhelming arousal she was barely controlling.

“Hey Bex,” her husband called, momentarily shaking her reverie. “I’m not sure what the schedule is for today but I do think we’re going to meet up with the environmental team at the secondary ditch, right at 10:30 this morning,” Russ called out as he walked into the living room to pull out his laptop. “I mean, we’re gonna stall out for a few weeks if we don’t get Marcus to agree to those new boundaries.”

The busty wife whipped her head up at the mention of Marcus Knox.

It had been only a month before, when the environmental attorney had first been introduced to her. The handsome black man was an incomparable specimen, with a tall, powerful frame, a deep voice, and a confident, commanding presence that had immediately drawn her attention. Following him through the intricacies of the environmental study that had been commissioned for their newest development had been a challenge for the normally implacable engineer as her mind had constantly wandered to his hands, his suit, and her fantasies of what was concealed inside those expensive clothes.

A dozen new and exciting thoughts rushed through her mind in its heightened state while her husband droned on from the other room. She found herself wondering if Marcus had ever been on the same subreddits that she and Russ frequented. Her desire surged even stronger than a few moments before, until she realized that Russ had put a question to her.

“What was that babe?” she called out. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, should we offer to take them out to a late lunch once we’re done? They are driving a long way,” Russ queried to his sexy partner.

“Sure! I think that’s a great plan!” Rebecca answered. “That would give us a chance to ask about the secondary ditches too, maybe without the hourly charge!”

Russ laughed, “I love the way you think, hon! I’ll text Marcus now and see what he wants.”

She took a little bite of her lip while starting to contemplate this imminent meeting. “How cold is it going to be today?” she called out to her husband. “I need to figure out what to wear out there if we’re going off road.”

The slim civil engineer walked back in the room and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I think you’ll want a sweater and jeans out there today. But if you ask me, you should just keep that sexy little robe on all day,” he stated with an exaggerated lecherous wink.

The sexy raven-haired wife flashed a wide smile at her husband and nodded theatrically, “Oh that’s a great idea! Let’s have all the environmental dweebs looking at my ass,” she laughed musically.

Russ Parrish raised his eyebrows flirtatiously before he said “I don’t have a problem with that if you’re okay with it.” He walked into the kitchen and gave Rebecca a deep kiss. He felt her breasts pushing into his chest as he wrapped both arms around her and pulled close. Her head pushed higher to amplify the kiss and he felt his cock stirring in his sleep shorts.

“I’ll put on something… tasteful… for the guys,” she finally said as she pulled back from their embrace. “But first, I’m going to go take a hot shower and shave my legs for the first time all week and you are not invited to join me! I’ve got a little over an hour to get ready if we’re going to stop by the office and pick up the plans first. So get out of my way!”

Her husband chuckled as he started untying the loose bow holding Halkalı travestleri her robe closed. “Sounds good babe, but I don’t think you’ll be needing this robe any longer.”

The robe slowly fell open revealing her luscious curves, toned stomach and huge breasts. She let it fall down her arms for a few seconds before shrugging it completely off and to the ground.

Like he was seeing her nude for the first time, Russ’ eyes widened as he drank in the porcelain skin and immaculate curves of his busty wife. She had every natural and genetic advantage working in her body’s favor, and even now, her big tits were defying gravity’s pull with the ease of a woman 15 years younger.

Her husband’s face grew duskily excited as he ogled his partner in life and in work. Moments later, she flounced her hips at him and strutted out of the kitchen with his eyes on her every step.

As Russ heard the shower turn on, he pulled out his phone and scrolled back up to see how many interactions his wife had gathered with her latest erotic photo on the “gone wild” subreddit. He inhaled a deep breath as he started reading the latest comments, and noticed with excitement that there was already over 300 likes on her silhoutted picture post.

Russ Parrish would have been even more excited if it had been 3,000.

*****

Marcus Knox kneeled in the middle of his bed, slapping the swollen purple head of his huge black cock across the creamy wet pussy of the woman splayed face-down on his mattress.

“I love when you make me cum like that…keep doing that with your cock…ohhhhhhh…I’m so fucking wet…Please! Please fuck me! PLEASE MARCUS FUCK MEEEEE!”

The headboard started to softly thump against the wall again as Marcus sank all 9 inches of his thick cock back into his latest conquest and resumed his rapid pace of fucking. The 45 year old attorney reached his big hands down and grabbed hold of the woman’s hips to slightly change the angle of his penetration. The new assault from his appendage had the desired effect of hitting even deeper inside her. His heavy balls slapped against her clit as he noted the fresh cum starting to coat his bare cock from her overstimulated pussy.

Alana Burke was the stunning red-haired woman being impaled on the dark-skinned lawyer’s bed. She was writhing below his relentless assault, screaming out another orgasm into the pillow. Her heavy tits were crushed into the mattress and her hair was long, sweaty, and loose across her face and arms.

Alana was the business development manager of a large environmental planning and assessment firm, and worked with several local governmental entities and districts to maintain her company’s portfolio and relationships. She had been recruited to this role due to several exceptional qualities in marketing and outreach, but what secured her place in the firm was her beauty, her charm… and her tits. In total, a portfolio of personal assets that had definitely, but hitherto professionally, helped seal the deal on several large grants and contracts in her 15 years at the company.

She was now 43 and still renowned for her marketing acumen, her closing abilities, her looks and her charm. But now, Alana was also known throughout the industry as being the paramour of Marcus Knox.

*****

It had started quickly. They had known each other for years. Professionally. Socially through the industry. And finally, in the biblical sense. She knew about some of his lovers, and she suspected some of the others. And she knew that she was deeply attracted to him with a lust that she hadn’t felt for a long time.

Alana had submitted to Marcus Knox on the couch in his office almost six months before. The deed took place at his well-furnished office suite, early in the evening but not so late as that her husband would wonder where she was and who she was with. There was little preamble and truthfully – she initiated it. He quickly accepted.

The liaison was a very deliberate, calculated, and intentional affair on her part. As for Marcus – who knew? Perhaps he had been expecting their coupling.

All Alana knew was that he had exceeded her expectations. She never even thought to ask him to use a condom that night, not that he intended to offer. After worshipping his cock on her knees, Marcus had roughly thrown her down on his couch and ripped down her clothing. He fucked her mercilessly that night, his powerful thrusts skillfully taking her to a plateau she had never imagined with her husband. She had squirted her juices across his couch and yet he continued his relentless fucking without any signs of slowing. Her body went over the edge again and again, and soon she started pleading with him to cum, almost passing out from the first torrents of his baby batter deep inside her body.

She was immediately hooked.

After their initial encounter, it was only two weeks (but several fuck sessions later) that Alana had a talk with Marcus. Travesti halkalı Together, they agreed that she did not want to be discovered for her affair. Alana confessed that she had no desire to stop the torrid sex with Marcus, but she was guilty about hurting her husband. She knew that the pain of delivering this news would crush her marriage, but she was also afraid it would crush her paramour if she pulled back.

Marcus had been in this situation before with other married women. The guilt, the pushback, and the worry – he had no doubt that Alana felt them all, despite being the aggressor on their affair.

So he said all the right things. He told her that she needed to have ownership over her life. That he supported her, cared for her, and wanted foremost for her to find happiness in her life. Finally, he encouraged her to disclose the affair to her husband on her own terms, knowing that she would soon be back.

The scene played out exactly as predicted. hen Roland Burke had been told the news, he reacted predictably – storming out of their home and avoiding all contact for several days. The night after he left and wasn’t returning her phone calls, Alana showed up unannounced at Marcus’ house and fucked him all night long as hard as she could.

On the morning after, when her husband finally called and asked to sit down and speak with her, Alana had just finished showering and rinsing away the fresh load of her black lover’s cum that he had deposited deep inside of her.

Her resolve had been set.

When they met that evening, Roland had calmed down considerably, and began to deliver his rehearsed speech about taking her back. But he quickly grew frantic when Alana took control of the conversation and told him that she was done with him as a lover and sexual partner.

Roland pleaded with her to give him some sort of explanation, but she refused – instead, she offered him the chance to stay in their home, but she also made it clear that parts of their marriage were now done forever. After a sleepless night, he accepted her proposal, and on her insistence, he slept that night in a bedroom on the second floor of the house. He was reduced to nothing but hope that she might change her mind.

So on many nights, Alana and Roland conversed freely, they shared meals, watched TV, and cohabitated. On other nights, he didn’t hear from her for hours, if at all.

While still married in the eyes of the state, their relationship was relegated to that of roommates. At least for a while.

Nearly four months into this new living arrangement, Alana took advantage of a three day work conference in San Antonio that Roland attended. By the end of the second day, she had moved all of her jewelry, clothes, and most of her personal belongings into Marcus Knox’s house.

When Roland came home to a quiet, emptier house – he knew instantly what had happened.

He also knew that he was too powerless to fight it.

*****

A few weeks later on this Saturday morning, Alana was now using all of her strength to press back and up on the dark headboard as her black lover pounded his cock into her again and again. Her blazing red hair was shoved up against it with every new thrust, but still she screamed.

“Ohhh FUCK! It’s so much cock. I fucking love it SOOOO much… every fucking INCH OF YOUR HUGE BLACK COCK FUUUUUUUCK!”

Alana’s sweaty torso sprang up off the sheets as her squirting juices soaked around Marcus’ shaft again.

“Shit yeah… squirt that hot pussy juice all over this big fucking dick. That’s it FUCK YEAH. Do it again. Make that sweet white cunt squirt all over me again. You want to cum again on this black motherfucker snake, don’t you?”

“YES! YEESSSSS! AHHHHHHHH!!! FUCK MEEEEEEEE MARCUS! I’M CUMMMIIIIIIINGGGG!”

Marcus leaned forward on his elbows to begin slamming all 9 inches of his black rod into Alana’s body as she shook violently below him. He put his hands on her shoulders and began to leverage his cock deeper still into her sodden cunt.

“FUCK yeah baby, I’m ’bout to fill this hot juicy cunt with my load. Squeeze that shit, girl. Milk it out of this black fucking dick! Let me hear you BEG FOR IT!”

“Cum in meeee! CUM IN MY WHITE CUNT! ITS SO TIGHT AND WET FOR YOU MARCUS CUM IN ME CUM IN… MEEEEEEEEE,” Alana screamed out as another gush of her juices soaked her lover’s dark, heavy testicles.

Marcus grunted out loudly as he felt his balls start to tighten and the cum surged forward through his shaft. With a final yell, he roared “YEAH TAKE IT TAKE THIS CUM! This is MY FUCKING PUSSY NOW UHHHHHHHHHNNNNNHHH… YEAH!”

The sweaty pair collapsed beside each other on the bed. Marcus’ ebony tool still mottled with the white cream of Alana’s cum. Her pussy slowly dripping out the thick fluids that he had deposited inside her.

“Oh my god, Marcus… that was the best yet,” Alana gasped out. “I know we say that every time, but I truly believe that was the best fuck yet… which means it was the best fuck of my whole life!”

The attorney rolled over wearily and wrapped his hands around the nearest round globe of Alana’s ass. “You’re a fucking sex goddess, baby – that wouldn’t be so good if it weren’t for that magical little pussy of yours.”

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Caroline and Her Lovers Ch. 06

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Caroline and Her Lovers Ch. 6

A hierarchy defined a new collar and starting the move.

Written by Aoife

A/N – Please enjoy this continuing sapphic fictional series. Please know this story centers around the love of other women and the strong woman Caroline has become. I hope you see I am increasing her lead and mastery of leading her harem as we move forward.

Thank you for your comments and recommendations.

***

Miss Caroline was very firm with me when I started crying. I listened and promised her I would stop. I fell asleep eventually hugging my pillow softly weeping as I wished I could be with Her.

It was just after 4:30 in the morning when I woke up. My heart was still breaking, my body sore from crying. I sat up in bed and made a decision. It was a crazy decision but one which I needed for me, for my heart, and my soul.

**** End of Chapter 5 ****

***

Chloe

After a long day of preparation for the next conference, I clocked out at 4:00 as my shift ended. I made my way to my parents’ house and did what I needed to do. I wrote a letter explaining my unhappiness.

Right at 7:40 pm, I boarded the Amtrak Silver Service, Palmetto heading south. I stowed my backpack at my feet. I had checked my suitcase not knowing what I could be getting myself into. It was with a few quick jolts that the train moved forward. I pulled off my sweatshirt, rolled it up into a pillow and laid my head against the window hoping to get some sleep.

***

I was shaken awake by the Amtrak employee’s announcement that we were 15 minutes from Savannah. I opened my eyes and looked at my watch. True to her words, it was just 6:30 am. Immediately my stomach started churning. I started sweating and I almost started crying.

The train came to a stop and the announcement was made that we had arrived in Savannah. I pulled on my sweatshirt, gathered my backpack and made my way towards the train exit and then baggage claim. Once I had my suitcase, I followed the signs to the passenger pickup and public transportation.

I walked out to the taxi stand. I had pulled Miss Caroline’s home address from the hotel records. I didn’t care; I would be fired in two days for being a “no-call / no-show”. I would find another job if I needed to. It would all hinge on what Miss Caroline wanted with me.

I had Miss Caroline’s phone number as a backup should things not go as planned. The taxi driver smiled when I asked if he knew the Port Wentworth area and handed him the address.

He smiled.” It won’t be that long, maybe fifteen minutes; it’s about 9 miles to our north.” He put the car in gear and off we went.

“Traveling home?” He asked.

“No sir. Coming to visit a friend, it is a surprise. She doesn’t know I am coming.”

He smiled, commenting how nice of a friend I was, if he only knew. I hoped I would be received positively.

Just as the driver suggested it was fifteen minutes later, we pulled up in front of a beautiful two story home. He parked in the driveway and opened his door then mine. He then opened the trunk and lifted my medium size suitcase out. I handed him the fare plus a tip thanking him.

I made my way to the front door leaving my backpack and suitcase off to the side in hopes I would be welcomed.

I paused a few moments then with all the courage I could muster; I rang the bell then waited. There was no response. Here I stood, a nineteen year old girl, hoping to see the woman I loved and needed would still, want and need me.

I started getting very nervous, so I rang the doorbell again.

My heart started racing when I heard footsteps. I heard the metallic click of a door chain, then the twist of a lock, then the door knob twisting as the swoosh of the door deafened my ears as the door to the home opened.

I was caught off guard when a beautiful woman with chestnut brown hair greeted me wearing her robe, looking as if she just woke up.

“May I help you?” She asked.

Tears flowed from my eyes. I immediately panicked, my voice cracked as I started to speak.

“I… I am… sorry but is Miss Caroline here?” I shook as the tears flowed and my stomach churned harder. I do not know why but I couldn’t stop crying. I lowered my head in fear and embarrassment.

“I… I am sorry she doesn’t know… I left home last night. Please tell her Chloe is here to see her and I need her so much!”

“Come in! Come in please.” The woman opened the door wide. “Is that your bag and suitcase?”

I nodded, unable to speak. “Bring them then. Please wait here in the foyer, let me wake Miss Caroline.”

Her words rang true now to my ears, it was only seven in the morning on a Saturday. Oh what have I done!

As I entered the foyer of the beautiful home, I heard Miss Caroline’s voice. “Chloe?”

“Miss! Oh Miss, I am sorry I had to…” I cried harder falling to my knees in fear. “Please Miss I am so, so very sorry.”

She hurried down the stairs and Fındıkzade travesti knelt on the floor next to me. “Chloe.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around me, just holding me tight. She whispered in a very firm voice. “What are you doing girl?”

“Oh Miss!” I cried harder into her camisole as she hugged me tight.

***

Caroline

My mind was slightly buzzing from the last 30 minutes of activity. I sat at the table in the breakfast nook staring out the window onto the backyard. I was pulled from my thoughts as Bev brought four coffee cups to the table. I almost told her that only three were needed, but I thought twice.

“What the hell did that girl do?” I finally said out loud. I had asked question in my head at least four times in the past minutes. “I should redden her ass until she cries!”

Bev had a small bowl of sugar and a pint size bottle of half-n-half sitting on the trivet. I looked up at her and smiled nodding my head, it was then she took her seat, on my right. I heard the pitter patter of feet. I looked over my shoulder and saw Angela. She smiled and let me know that Chloe was in the shower and had been taken care of.

“Well this is an unexpected turn of events.” I exhaled. In my mind I knew all this did was move things forward faster than I expected.

We heard a series of spits and sputters from the coffee pot. Bev stood from her chair and retrieved the finished pot and poured it into the warming carafe. She brought it over and set in on the center trivet excusing her to check on Chloe.

Angela poured both of us a cup of coffee. She looked at me and smiled, I nodded. “Please tell me what is on your mind.”

“Miss, you must forgive me, but did you see how her eyes and expression changed when she saw you come down the steps? She adores you Miss.”

“I want to redden her ass! Yet, I want to hug her and love her.” I took a sip of coffee. “She needs and deserves both! How dare she just pop in like this?” I took another sip from my coffee. “Angela, it has only been three weeks! What went through that girl’s mind?”

“Ha!” Angela laughed and looked at me with a smirk on her face.

I glared at her. “Manage yourself Angela! I will redden your bottom for that reaction.”

“Yes Miss Caroline.” She set her coffee cup on the table and placed her hand on top of mine, her thumb stroking the back of my hand lovingly.

“What went through her mind was the same thing that Bev and I felt when we first met you at the Christmas Party. The same thoughts when you hold us, when you love us, and yes the few times you reddened my ass for being a “girl”.”

She actually held up her hands and used air quotes.

“That girl Miss is infatuated with you.” She paused. “I bet she had a mini orgasm just seeing you Miss.”

I just smiled and looked at her and took her hand in mine. “Well I guess it is time for a family meeting and discussion of duties around the house for the next two weeks until we head north.”

We were interrupted when Bev announced that Chloe would be down momentarily.

I looked at Bev. “I should redden your ass… just because!” I smiled at her and winked.

“Hmm yes. Please Miss.” Bev smiled wide.

Angela smiled and replied, “I thought the same thing Bev dear.”

I glared at Angela. “Stop it.” I then looked at Bev, “Both of you stop it. I am… Agh!”

I stood backing away from my chair and the table. I needed to think this through. I suddenly needed to support another person. I needed more structure in My family. I hadn’t thought this all the way through yet.

“Damn!” I screamed in frustration. I turned and looked at the girls, I saw Chloe standing in the kitchen looking at me. She immediately lowered her head.

“Chloe!” I barked. Her head immediately lifted looking at me. “What did I tell you about looking down?”

She said nothing. I stood there looking at her. I crossed my arms over my chest. There was silence in the room. Angela and Bev didn’t move.

“When we were together in the hotel room and you stood in the bathroom with your head down, what did I say to you?”

Chloe stood there in silence, still not saying anything. I slowly walked over to her. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t upset. I was frustrated, I was simply frustrated. I walked towards Chloe.

“Well?” There was no answer.

I took her hand and walked her to the living room.

“I instructed you that you were not to look down unless instructed to. Ever! You are to look forward. You represent Me, you are to be proud of who you are and confident.”

I sat on the couch not letting go of her hand. I pulled her hand, twisting her and pulling her closer.

“Take your sweatpants down, now! Lay across my legs. I told you I would redden your ass Chloe.” I looked at her. “Angela, Bev. Come here and steady your sister.”

Angela and Bev moved quickly into the living room. They both assisted Chloe as she lay down over my legs. I felt the warmth of her mound resting Fındıkzade travestileri into my pajama pants, her bare ass exposed.

“Count Chloe”

Whack!

“One” Chloe sputtered.

Whack!

“Two Miss”

I waited as she squirmed slightly.

“Stop moving.”

Then in succession…

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

Her ass turned red rather quickly and my hand stung some. I looked at Angela. “Help her stand.”

Once Chloe was off of my legs, I stood and walked towards the stairs for my shower. Bev started to follow me; I turned to her looking at all three girls in the living room.

“No Bev, no enjoyment, no sex, no making love and no fun until the house are in order. I will be down after my lonely and unenjoyable shower, which wasn’t what I was looking forward to on a Saturday morning. We will have a family meeting to discuss rules.”

I paused then looked at Angela. “As my lieutenant, I assume you will mentor and advise your sisters when, like now, I am not pleased.” I turned and made my way to my shower.

“Not the way I wanted my Saturday morning to start!” I said to no one walking up the stairs.

***

I finished my shower and I dried off making my way into the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, I saw Chloe standing at the doorway. Her hands were in front of her, and she was looking straight ahead. I continued on with what I was doing. I slipped on my panties deciding to go braless today. It was Saturday; I was hoping to spend some fun time with the girls. I had promised some fun shopping at an adult store north of Savannah, across the South Carolina border.

I wasn’t sure of what I truly wanted to do with Chloe at this point and I did see she looked sincere in her coming apology. I lifted my blouse off the hanger and went to put it on but paused and looked at her.

“When you learn the rules, you will be allowed to assist. Did you learn anything from Angela?”

Chloe nodded. I extended my hand. Chloe stepped forward, taking the blouse from my hand. I turned around, allowing her to slip it on my arms through the holes. She was very careful in her movements. I pulled my hair from the collar, turned allowing her to button up the lighter weight floral print blouse.

“Go tell Angela we are leaving for brunch in twenty minutes, my coffee was ruined this morning and I haven’t eaten and send Bev up here and tell your sister to hurry.”

I watched her turn and leave the room. I turned and walked to the vanity finishing my makeup. A few moments later there was a knock on the bedroom door.

“Miss?”

“Bev dearest, close the door please.”

I stood from the vanity and walked towards her. I was horny; the rush of adrenaline from this morning was powerful. I was needy, and I missed Bev in the shower this morning. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders exposing my breasts and hard nipples to her.

“Kneel.” Bev smiled wide.

I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, pulling them down. I stepped out of them and approached her, stopping in front of her.

“Open.”

I stepped closer and spread my legs, running my moist lips over her already extended tongue.

“I missed you in my shower slut. Quickly, make me happy, I will cover you with my nectar.”

Bev slid her hands up my outer thighs to my ass. She held my ass firm pulling me deeper in her face. Her tongue gently flicked at my clit, circling it, and then with her tongue pressed flat she lapped at my lips, loving them.

“Make Me cum slut!”

As she closed her mouth on my swollen lips and moved up kissing my clit, Bev opened her mouth like, then with the underside of her tongue Drew it down from my clit to through my dripping passage. Then down to stopping at the bottom of my pussy.

I streaked in pleasure.

“Bev, I just had a wicked thought. Do not stop Bev.” I grasped at her hair.

“Angela!!” I yelled. “Bring slut here!”

Bev closed her mouth over my clit making love to me, urging me forward, closer to my orgasm. My hands pulled at Bev’s hair holding her mouth and tongue where I needed her to be. I was close.

There was a soft knock on the door. “Come”

They both entered the look on Chloe’s face made me smile.

“Kneel at her side and watch your sister love Me.” I was so very close. “Bev you are an amazing lover. You thrill your Mistress.”

I was starting to tingle; Bev’s mouth and tongue were getting to me quickly. The earlier rush of power, the thoughts of Chloe, and of my growing sexual family, coupled with missing Bev in the shower this morning, and now an audience, had me on edge.

I looked down at Bev on her knees between my legs; her eyes were looking straight up into mine. Our eyes connected. “God Bev, I love you and your sister. I am going to cum on your face.”

My orgasm overtook me. My legs started to tremble. I was on display for my girls and I wanted them watching me. I felt my stomach churning and it was then Travesti fındıkzade that I felt Bev’s mouth covered my pussy fully. Her tongue deep inside urging me on to my heavenly climax.

I was unsteady on my feet as my head rolled from side to side feeling the euphoria over take me. I was dizzy in my orgasm, with lustful love and enjoyment. I fell to the bed lying down, catching my breath, and just coming down from the euphoria of my orgasm.

“Angela, instruct Chloe on caring for Me. Chloe, you will listen carefully to her.” I smiled wide, “Bev you are such a wonderful lover, you will need to teach your sister soon.”

I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing.

I felt Angela’s hands touching my legs as she instructed Chloe to kneel and carefully tend to cleaning me so we can continue on with our day. Chloe was soft in her touch but also as before when we showered she was very hesitant. That would come in time.

When she finished, Angela picked my panties from the floor and shooed Bev and Chloe from the room.

“Bev, wear my cream with pride.” I said as they both walked from the room.

Angela assisted in dressing me by pulling a pair of jeans from the closet. She assisted me with my blouse again. Once I was dressed, and walked with me to the vanity to check my makeup. Once satisfied, I stood and took her hands in mine.

I stood close to her. “Angela, you know you sit next to Me in the family I am building; you are my second. Though I loved Bev first, she is far too submissive. You are my dearest and I trust you will continue as I need.”

“Of course Miss.”

I kissed her lips gently. “I give you so much but do not think you will not be punished should it be deserved. I will redden your ass as I have in the past My pet.”

“Yes Miss I am well aware of my past indiscretions and mistakes when loving and honoring you.” She kissed my cheek, whispering her love and devotion to me.

“It is My intention to collar Chloe today as I learned to do with you and Bev. Do not say a word but you are to know and be well prepared.”

“Thank you Miss, Bev and I will wear our day chokers with pride at brunch but will be well prepared for when we go shopping Miss Caroline.”

She ran her finger through my hair once more to straighten it. Once satisfied, we walked downstairs.

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The four of us enjoyed a wonderful brunch. Angela was seated at My left, Bev was at My right and Chloe was at the other end of the table. To her word, Angela wore her black choker and Bev wore her red choker. Both with silver trimmed hearts in the center in their prominent place. I know Chloe had noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“Girls, from now on, how we are seated, will be from now on and moving forward. Angela, you will always be on my left, Bev will be on my right.” I looked at Chloe.

“When we are at home, you will be at my feet. When out in public, Angela will instruct you as to your place.”

Our coffee was delivered and menus handed out. We carried on a nice conversation. We ordered our meals then the silence overcame us.

“Chloe, tell My girls about you.” I instructed.

Chloe shared with Angela and Bev the very similar story and background which she had shared with me. As she was speaking, our meals arrived and we enjoyed some soft conversation and banter, just four girls out for a Saturday brunch.

As we finished our brunch and all were taking our last sips of coffee, I looked at Angela.

“I will handle the check. Take Bev and Chloe to the ladies room and have them remove their panties and bras. No undergarments for today and tomorrow. If fact girls, prepare, tomorrow while in the house you will be topless.”

I smiled and stood talking the check in hand and walking up front to complete the transaction.

I sat in the passenger’s side back seat as Angela drove, Bev was to my left, Chloe was in the front passenger seat. We headed north to State Route 25 and turned right onto State Route 17, heading to Limehouse. Within fifteen minutes we were pulling into the parking lot of Adult Mart.

“Chloe, you are to observe and accept, not speak unless asked a question. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Okay girls; let’s see what we can find. You never know Chloe; I might do something special for you and Me here.”

I opened the door and got out walking towards the seedy looking building which had no windows. The gray front door had a prominent sign indicating minors were not permitted entry. I smiled internally as I couldn’t wait. My nipples hardened, recalling when Angela, Ben and I were here getting their collars.

I wonder if My public display of dominance would be remembered. It was a challenging ride home with Bev gagged and Angela squirming with a reddened ass after she questioned the need for only one silver ring on her collar. Little did she know how it looked on her against her jet black hair. Hmm the black leather and the silver studs against the color of her hair and the one shiny silver ring. I almost orgasmed at that moment.

I wondered how Chloe would react when I collared her within the next several minutes.

As Angela turned off the car, both she and Bev reached into their purses and removed their collars. Angela’s a thick black with silver studs and a single center ring for her leash.

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A Weird Feeling

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Hello Everyone! This is my first time trying to write Lesbian Stories, I hope you enjoy it. Please do leave your review both positive and negative and do vote the story as it motivates me to write more!

Note – This story included sexual activities between two ladies who are consenting adults. Please do not read the story if content relating to Lesbian Love makes you uncomfortable.

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I felt weird today, this feeling creeping inside of me had me anxious since morning. I woke up to my cold dark room, my warm thick blanket had had me covered all over yet I could feel the goosebumps rising all over me as my bare legs touched the bedsheets. I always slept in my panties paired with my spaghetti top. I was habitual of sleeping like that no matter what.

Those goosebumps didn’t stop there, the cold weather creeped into my blanket brushing through my soft skin, it almost felt as if soft fingers were running all over me. Shivers ran down my spine with a jolt of electricity. This feeling was so strong that I felt as if I almost peed, but later realized that some juices had escaped my pussy.

I got out of my bed and got changed. Abby was to come home soon, it was like any other weekend. I and Abby had no plans and had decided to spend our time together as always. I and Abby had been best friends for as long as I could remember. We grew through our puberty together crying both over period cramps and our heartbreaks together.

Abby was beautiful, a little taller than me, she stood at 5’5, her petite body had a tight stretched skin. Her skin was tanned and her jet black hair was almost shoulder length. Her C cupped breasts were perky even when she wore nothing underneath.

I was much different than her, standing 5’4, I weighed much more thanks to my pear shaped body. My curve started right at my waist to end at my thighs giving me somewhat an hourglass shape, though I hated my body.

My D cupped breasts were saggy unless I had a tight bra on, which I preferred to cover my insecurity. My dusky skin tone, and curly hair along with all the proportions of my body did attract a ton of attention for me yet I never liked my body.

That weird feeling had settled in me, right from that strong jolt of electricity with shivering. I had been feeling uneasy, my breaths were heavy and deep and my chest would rise every time I took a deep breath in.

Though dark clouds Lara Travesti had covered the sky completely, afternoon did bring in some relief in the temperature. I was dressed in my usual, a spaghetti top paired with my shorts that barely reached beyond my thighs.

My back rested against the soft backrest while Abby was laying on bed with her head resting on my thigh.

She had changed into my long t-shirt, getting rid of her clothes and we rarely wore undergarments when home. Afternoons with Abby were usual, we would either be gossiping about random things happening around college or would be watching something. We could spend hours with each other without talking and yet having each other almost felt comforting.

Today was no different, while a random episode of Friends was playing on my TV, Abby was busy scrolling through her Instagram.

That weird feeling inside of me had me uneasy, I kept moving every now and then pushing my shorts up every time I shifted. I don’t know why but I could not take my eyes off Abby’s body. Her perky breasts were pointing out of my long t-shirt that she was wearing and her soft legs were completely exposed to me.

I had seen Abby naked and she had seen me, but we both were straight and had dated many guys as well. We never felt anything or at least I didn’t until today. This weird itchiness in my hand wanted me to grab her breast gently and play with it, or reach for her soft legs and feel her skin.

Abby noticed my uneasiness and turned towards me, “are you okay babe? You have been kinda fidgety”

I nodded in response because I myself wasn’t convinced if I was okay today. She realized something wasn’t good, keeping her phone aside she turned towards me. Her head turned to my side and her eyes fixated in mine. My shorts had moved up more than I could comprehend as her head laid right on my thigh.

Her soft cheek rubbed against my skin and her warm breath brushed over it. If felt closely I could feel her breaths hitting my pussy from the sides of my shorts. A sudden realization pulled me within, I took a deep breath pushing my chest out, to feel a slight tingle in my pussy.

That act could not go unnoticed. Abby was shocked when she started noticing the goosebumps rising on my skin. Pulling herself up she sat up straight, her soft hands reached for my thighs and brushed softly over my skin. I gasped and chewed my moans under my breath.

She was taken aback by my reaction, almost making her chuckle slightly. Embarrassed, I gathered myself, I could feel my cheeks getting red and my ears were all hot. I was embarrassed by what Lara Travesti had happened when Abby changed her smile to a serious look, locking her eyes in mine she brushed my thigh again, I tried stopping her but she didn’t stop.

The sound of TV or the rain had stopped falling in my ear, all I could hear was my own heartbeat. The weird feeling had made every inch of my skin sensitive. I shut my eyes to avoid embarrassment while Abby’s soft hand danced on my thighs.

Her fingers moved gently to the inner thigh rising ever so slightly to reach my pussy. The opening of my shorts had allowed her fingers to easily reach for my pussy which was drenched in juices.

A gentle touch of her finger on my pussy lips had me push up my lower body. I cried out a moan that echoed the room. I didn’t care anymore, I needed Abby, I wanted to feel her fingers in me, I wanted to fondle her breasts and wanted her suck my nipples as well, I didn’t want her to stop anymore.

She had no intention to stop as well, noticing my reaction, she pushed her body in, my eyes were still closed, I didn’t realize till her soft lips pressed against mine. I took a deep breath and felt her breath as well as she sucked on my lower lip.

Not stopping myself anymore, I let my hands reach for her soft perky breast. Soft to touch, her breasts melted in my hands, her erect nipples could be felt over the t-shirt. I could feel her moans as we kissed. Her crotch was right over mine, I could feel the warmth of the juices flowing from her pussy.

I at last opened my eyes, I could not believe it, this wasn’t a dream, Abby looked like a goddess to me, taking lead, sucking on my lips. She was an amazing kisser. My hands reached for the end of her shirt, lifting it slightly. My hands brushed over her skin making her moan louder than before.

We departed as I got her shirt off, our eyes locked in, we smiled, our cheeks were red, we were embarrassed or maybe just shy, but I was loving every second of it and so was Abby. She got my spaghetti off and without wasting another moment she started shifting down leaving a trail of kisses.

Her lips stopped right over my breasts, holding them firmly in her hands, she sucked on each nipple. Her tongue circled my areola, I could feel it over my goosebumps. I moaned so slightly every time her tongue licked the nipple. Her other hand massaged my breast softly, holding it so gently.

Moving further down with a trail of soft kisses and occasional sucking, she soon reached my crotch. While I could see her soft round ass as she had been naked underneath, I still had my shorts on. Travesti Lara Her thin long fingers entered the sides of my shorts which she pulled off almost elegantly.

It was a monsoon afternoon, and here we were, Abby and Me, best friends since forever, sitting skin to skin, exposing ourselves and our biggest insecurities.

She kissed my lower abdomen to move down to my inner thigh. Her soft lips, paired with her wet tongue and her warm breath had me gasping for breath. That weird feeling had me high on senses. I could feel all the energies of my body, I could feel every inch of my skin, I could feel the small goosebumps all over me, and the one making me moan the most was the feeling of her skin against me.

She didn’t waste a lot of time before launching an attack on me. A soft lick over my pussy was already a surprise that I was recovering from with a soft moan and my closed eyes when she enveloped her lips around my clit. Occasionally sucking with constant licking she went all in.

My body was twitching with excitement, I could feel the warmth of my body escaping into her cold breaths and wet tongue. I kept moving my lower body with every lick of hers, raising my lower body slightly, I had the bed sheet clutched tightly in my hands. My thighs had locked her in, I could see the transparent nail polish from my leg, which was curling with excitement.

My body was shaking in excitement, the room echoed with occasional slurping and my heavy moaning. My breaths, so heavy and deep, almost choked me when suddenly I took a deep breath in raising my lower body a lot higher and sucking my head deep into the soft pillow I loved sleeping on, I pulled her in with my legs as she continued sucking, I knew I was reaching the climax, the point that I had reached so rarely, pulling every inch of my body in I at last gathered the energy to push out all my juices.

Abby pushed herself away as my juices came squirting all over her face while my body kept shaking and I kept dancing on the bed. My loud moans and screams were unbelievable and almost scary. I kept orgasming, every second my body would feel that sudden jolt of energy shaking my whole body, when I could feel how sensitive my pussy had become with so much orgasm.

I fell straight on my back, my breasts sagged on the side. I was trying to catch my breath, when Abby came and laid right next to me. She chuckled so softly, her hands wrapped around my bare body and she snuggled her face in my breast. Her leg rested over my abdomen, being with her today felt much more comforting than it ever had.

At last with all my orgasm, that weird feeling had escaped.

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Eli had been more than respectful in our daily life. No furtive glances, no behind the back touching, and most important, he didn’t make any suggestive comments, whether we all happened to be in the same room or it was only him and I.

That is, until yesterday, when he offered to help bring in the groceries, me leading the way into the house from the garage. Trailing a little closer than usual, his voice low, he said, “you know I didn’t finish.”

My only response was a light laugh. What he meant by that comment I couldn’t guess, and it would be two days later before I got the explanation.

I couple of mornings later I got the full explanation and surprisingly, it wasn’t an earthshaking surprise. In looking for my satisfaction and consumed with getting that high again, I failed to take into account what took him into that similar zone.

I was perched on the counter stool in my thigh length silk nightgown having morning coffee when Eli walked in and gave me a cheery good morning. He sat and we talked a couple of minutes about our upcoming workday and errands to run.”Is my daughter still sleeping, I asked him. “Oh yeah, for about another 45 minutes she’ll be out,” he replied, taking note of my protruding nipples.

Between sips he suddenly said, “I didn’t finish.” He looked at me and continued, “and you’ve probably been wondering, what the hell is he talking about, when did we not finish?”

“That’s precisely what I’ve been thinking.” “What is it you didn’t finish, since I’ve been completely satisfied, I said, as I smiled and looked down at his rising cock.”

“Out on the deck that morning when you had me pull out of your ass so you could swallow. I wanted to unload into that sweet behind of yours. So I saved some, theoretically of course, so I could finish you off the right way,” he explained.

“So, she’ll be asleep for a while longer?” I asked, verifying that we had time for him to satisfy that fat cock kumköy escort of his, and make me a happy bitch, all day.

“That’s right, he said, then she’ll hop in the shower, so about an hour total, but hold on,” he said. He stood up, teasing me with his hardness, then he quickly went downstairs, and just as fast came back up. He sat back down facing me and released his cock through the slit of his pajamas. His fatman popped out. “It’s time to make amends,” he said.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, gently applying pressure, stroking up and down. Damn, I wanted to feel him fucking me, anyway that he wanted to. “Kiss it,” he said. I got up, pushed my stool back, bent down and happily obeyed, kissing around the head, licking up one side and down the other.

He moaned as he reached down and began playing with my hard nips. “That’s it, now suck this dick like it’s yours,” he ordered.

I looked up at him and said, “right now it is mine,” and swallowed his wholeness deep inside my warm mouth, one hand resting at the base of his shaft, the other massaging one ass cheek.

Eli placed his hands on both sides of my head, and then in a demanding voice said, “bitch, I said, show me this dick is yours!”

He was definitely in charge now. He was forcing my head up and down on his cock until I started gagging. He didn’t care and didn’t stop. I adjusted and kept slurping his rod as fast as possible, saliva flowing and soaking his pajama bottoms.

“That’s it, he said, show me that you want this cock.” Do you want this cock?” He asked, knowing my mouth was too full of him to speak. “I said, do you want this cock,” he repeated more forcefully this time.

“Yes, I managed to squeeze out while he still had control of how fast he was fucking my mouth.

“Where do you want it?” he asked me. It felt damn good between my lips, but he had already told me how he needed to fuck me.

“In kundu escort my pussy.” I mumbled. “Where else?” he asked. “In my ass,” I answered. “Good fucking answers.” he said. He lifted my head my up and passed me a dish towel to wipe my lips. When I stood he pulled me to him and planted his mouth on one of my tingling tits. “I love fucking you as much as I love fucking your daughter,” he said.

“Do I fuck you better than she does,” I asked jealously. “Almost, but you’ll get better, was his reply as he toyed with my tits. He then really surprised me when he kissed me full on the lips and stuck his tongue in my mouth. “I want all of you,” he said.

He stood up and said, “let’s go in the living room.”

“No, what if she comes upstairs,” I said in a warning voice, afraid of her catching us.

“If she does, it’s time for her to know, now go in the living room like I said, and lay on the couch,” he commanded. I’m going to check on her one more time.

When he came back up, I was stretched out, a bath towel underneath me, anxious to be his fuck toy, my nightgown barely covering my wet pussy. “Open your legs,” was his next firm command. Again, I obeyed as he knelt beside me.

“Oh Eli, I moaned as his tongue began exploring my clit, circling my super sensitive vulva, making me spasm. His hands found their way up to my tits, massaging their fullness, playing with my stiff nipples.

He tasted my juices working his way deep into my wetness until he landed on my protruding clit, forcing me to let out a yelp that made him look up, branding a lusty, wet smile. “Please don’t stop Eli,” I whispered and pleaded, please don’t stop. He continued to feast on my hot cunt like he was enjoying a Sunday dinner.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Abandoning all my fears, I no longer cared if she caught us. She was the one I heard give her wholehearted approval for him to fuck me. “Eli, I said in a low, kurtköy escort sexy tone, you need to fuck me.” “Now!”

Eli didn’t any waste time. He lifted one of my legs over the back of the couch giving him full view and access to my soaking wet cunt. His dick was still bulging through the opening of his pajama bottoms.

This time he wasn’t gentle. He plunged his cock in me like a jackhammer. I was bucking up to meet his every deep dive. “That’s it, baby. Fuck Mama good, give Mama what she needs and what she wants. Treat this pussy like it belongs to you! Fuck me like the hot bitch that I am.”

His dick was sliding in and out of my pussy, hitting my clit both ways until I started shaking and trembling, my orgasm forcing my lips to tighten around his thickness, preventing him from moving either way. At this very moment this hard cock belonged to me!

As soon as my cunt lips relaxed he pulled out and repeated what he said earlier. “It’s time to make amends.” Then he did the totally unexpected. Instead of telling me to turn over, he lifted both my legs over my head and I felt his cock slide easily into my back door. The second time was easier than the first. This motherfucker was dangerous!

I’d never been fucked like this, but it felt deliriously good. Eli then claimed it. “This ass is mine and I’m gonna shoot my fucking juice in it,” he said. He was pumping in me slow and hard. He tensed and I could feel his manhood flowing.

I gripped his arms and couldn’t believe that I was coming again. “Yes, it’s yours Eli, come get this ass and this pussy whenever you want it.”

After his explosion into me we eased up but stayed in motion. I rotated my ass in a slow circle and he rhymed with me, caressing, then burying his face in my ample bosom.

For a few minutes we talked and slow-fucked, his semi-hard cock remaining in my ass. Of course, we wouldn’t tell her that we’ve been fucking, but it’s time to set it up so she knows it’s going to take place.

We could hear the shower come on alerting us that my daughter was up. Thankfully, our session didn’t run over. Before we parted for the day we agreed that the next time would be the one that she would know about. It was time. I would anxiously wait.

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My wife Gina Coladangelo was a beautiful, tall, 43 yr old blonde who had an insatiable appetite for sex. So what’s the problem say? Even though I still had the hots for her after 11 years of marriage; I couldn’t keep her satisfied.

I, Oliver Tress, considered myself to be a good lover and she agreed. Nevertheless; she had had numerous affairs and she had left me several times for other guys. She eventually would grow tired of them or the other way around and she would return to me begging for forgiveness and I would always take her back.

Why did I take her back? Because in bed; she could bat your balls right out of the park. You know what I mean. Gina loved to drink and party. It didn’t take much booze to really get her in the mood to fuck and she could be an amazing lover.

Gina was a Marketing & Comms Director at my company, Oliver Bonas and I knew her latest lover was Matt Hancock, the Secretary of State for Health and Social Care. So I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t come home after work one day and still hadn’t shown up when I went to bed that evening around eleven.

I was startled out of sound sleep about 6:40 the next morning by the sound of the phone ringing. Answering it; a friend who was a deputy with the Met Police suggested I come to the old sawmill. He indicated it concerned my wife.

I arrived at the old sawmill as quickly as I could and saw a small crowd of law enforcement and medical personnel gathered around an old white Jaguar parked beside one of the broken down buildings.

The deputy who had called me ran over to try and stop me from coming close to the scene. I told him; “I’ve got to see her no matter what!” So finally he stepped aside.

I walked up closer to the car until I could see inside. Gina’s body, nude except for her sheer stockings and red heels, was lying against some pillows in the big back seat of the Jaguar. Her long shapely legs were splayed wide apart so that her cum-soaked pussy was in full view.

Her naked lover, who I recognized as Matt, was lying beside her with his face on her left breast and his left hand on her right breast. I turned away from the scene and was assisted to a nearby police car to sit down. I felt weak but I also felt angry and hurt that my wife had met her end this way for the entire world to see; finally announcing to everyone that I was nothing more than a cuckold.

I was consoled by the people at the scene and a few minutes after the coroner had arrived and had done his preliminary exam; he came over and told me what he suspected had happened. It was a cold night and my wife’s lover had probably left the car running so they could keep warm.

The car was still running when it was discovered by a couple of teenagers going deer hunting. When they opened it to stop the engine and check on the occupants; one of them became light headed. Based on that the coroner said he suspected carbon monoxide poisoning from a leak in the exhaust system. He would know for sure after further investigation.

After the bodies were removed from the car and placed in morgue bags; the coroner had me positively ID Gina and then my deputy friend drove me home.

Late in the afternoon I was awakened by the coroner at the door; he confirmed his original diagnosis and said he was releasing the bodies for burial. There would be no autopsy since he had determined that their deaths’ were accidental. kartal travesti Gina’s dead lover was a respected member of the community and the sheriff didn’t want to it to be common knowledge that he’d died out of respect for the deceased’s wife, children and grandchildren.

I told the coroner I understood and told him that Wyatt’s Funeral Home would be in charge of Gina’s arrangements.

Later that evening; Mark Wyatt from the funeral home called and I went to the funeral home to make the arrangements. After expressing his regrets concerning Gina; I told him I had a special request and to please hear me out before he replied. I had played golf in a foursome with Mark on several occasions and had heard enough comments from him to know that he took some liberties with his female “clients”.

I also knew that Mark, who was divorced, had the hots for my wife but she was turned off by the fact that he was a mortician. I also had another buddy whose wife had left him and who had commented that he would love to have a piece of that (my wife) if she hadn’t been married.

Well, I know it sounds really strange, but I wanted one more fling with Gina, and I was going to give these guys a chance to join in with me if they wanted it. Gina had been such a slut and loved to fuck so much a couple more lovers wouldn’t matter.

I told Mark of my “party plans” and he was receptive of the idea right away. In fact I had a suspicion that he’d had designs on Gina anyway.

He came up with a few suggestions of his own. He preferred to go ahead and arterially embalm his “lovers” first; he would leave off the orifice plugs until after the “party” was over. Mark would also give her mouth, pussy and asshole a good cleansing and make her up to look and smell nice. After he was done telling me all these things I knew for certain that he’d been planning on his own little party before I suggested it.

Most of you readers will think we were gross, making plans to fuck my dead wife. But you have to believe me when I say that Gina and I had done just about everything sexually, including gangbangs, and bestiality. Necrophilia was the only thing we’d never gotten around to. So now we were going to do the last sexual fantasy left to us.

We decided to have our party around six the next evening. Mark wanted to invite a female friend of his who loved to “play dead”, to attend the party. The idea turned me on like crazy. To find a woman who was going to be as perverted as a bunch of guys was a real find.

I contacted my other buddy and was pleased to learn that he would love to fuck my wife, and it didn’t matter that she was dead. He went along with the whole idea without any protests.

The next day I arrived at the funeral home at about six and gave Mark a short sheer negligee and stockings I wanted Gina dressed in for her party. I waited in the hall for my buddy Jack and shortly after he arrived Mark led us to a big room in the back of the building.

There were two large sleeper couches that were pulled out into a bed and covered by white knit bedspreads. On the one on the left was Gina, clad in the sheer red negligee and sheer black thigh-high stockings with lacy bands on top. She had on the red heels she was wearing when she died.

Gina was posed sitting back against a couple of pillows with her luscious long legs positioned just wide kartal travestileri enough apart so that her bush and pussy were visible as you looked up under the negligee. She had never looking sexier!

On the couch to the right was a young blonde dressed in a white nightie, white stockings and white heels. She was positioned in the same pose as Gina and looked mighty sexy lying there. We could see up her nightie to view her blonde bush. But unlike Gina; when Mark touched her on the shoulder she came to life and he introduced her as Nikki.

Mark indicated that being I was the husband of the “guest of honor”; I should have her first. I sat down beside Gina and kissed her on the lips and played with her big tits. Over on the other couch; Jake sat down beside Nikki, she spread her legs and Jake began to eat her pussy as Mark removed his pants and underwear and Nikki took his dick into her mouth and began to suck it.

I was hard as a rock by now and I removed my clothes and got down between Gina’s shapely thighs and commenced to eat her pussy, imitating Jack. I have to admit that it felt strange licking and kissing a cold pussy and getting no reaction from my partner.

I looked over at Jake who now had his dick in Nikki’s pussy and was doing some serious fucking as Mark came in her mouth. I now had Gina’s cool clammy cunt lubed up enough to give it a try with my rod.

It only took a couple of thrusts to hit bottom and I settled into a rhythm as I pumped her dead KY-lubed pussy. I heard the moans of pleasure as Jake and Nikki both reached orgasm simultaneously and I knew by his body jerking that he was filling her pussy with his cum.

I looked at Gina’s beautiful face as I continued to pump her. Mark had done an excellent job with her hair and makeup. I opened each lifeless eyelid so her brown eyes were now staring lifelessly into space.

My lips kissed her cold, slightly parted cherry red lips. I was getting close to a climax and I increased the tempo of my thrusts and watched Gina’s big tits jiggle with each thrust. My wife’s dead cunt seemed to be grabbing my dick on each withdrawal. Oh; how wonderful it felt!

With one final deep hard thrust, I shot my hot sticky load deep into Gina’s lovely hole, like so many men had done before. My body jerked several times as I experienced a mind numbing orgasm, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Finally spent, I withdrew from her and wiped the cum still oozing from my dick on her lips and then opened her mouth and stuck my dick in it and fucked her that way a few times before I decided it was time for Gina to have some attention from the other guys.

I got up off my wife and Mark crawled on to Gina and inserted his dick into her mouth and began to fuck her hard and deep. I could see her throat bulge as his stiff member went down it.

Jake was recuperating from his fuck session with Nikki and I sat down on the sofa with her. She pulled me on top of her and my slimy dick slid into her juicy cunt and we began to thrust in unison.

I heard Mark moan and looked up as he shot his load down my slut wife’s throat. I know it was my imagination, but it almost looked like Gina was enjoying herself.

Then it was Jake’s turn with her. He decided he wanted the only hole that hadn’t been fucked yet. He rolled Gina over on top of one of the large pillows travesti kartal so that her lovely ass was up in the air. He stuck his middle finger inside and pumped it in and out a few times to loosen her up before getting up behind her and pulling her ass cheeks apart and licking her asshole.

I watched in amazement as Jake stuck his big dick at the entrance of my wife’s bunghole and with a few thrusts buried it into Gina’s sexy ass. Reaching around and grasping her big luscious tits; he smiled as he screwed her asshole.

Watching Jake fuck my wife’s unresisting body and fucking Nikki in the same rhythm as Jack was doing my wife, brought me to the top again very soon. With a shout I shot my load into Nikki’s pussy just like I had only moments earlier into my wife’s cold dead pussy.

Finally exhausted, I withdrew from her. She lay there like she was dead with a smile on her face, while Jake continued to plow Gina’s asshole until finally he groaned and shot a full of cum into her backdoor.

Around midnight; after all the “guests” had been with each other multiple times; the party was winding down. Mark walked over to Nikki and picked her up. She remained “lifeless” as he carried her into another room and placed her in an open coffin for the rest of the night. Mark indicated that it was the usual way of ending her evenings here.

He returned and all three of us stood staring at the beautiful sexy corpse of my slutty wife. Dried or drying cum was all over her face and was still oozing out of her well used pussy and asshole. The “party” had been a success. I had gotten rid of most of the anger and disgust I had for Gina by screwing her corpse and then seeing my friends use and abuse her too.

Mark picked up Gina’s corpse and placed her in the cooler overnight and I went home and had a good night’s sleep.

The next evening was the viewing and I arrived just before 6:30. Mark led me into the room; where Gina’s silver casket was, to view her before the other guests arrived. He had dressed her in the clothes I had brought earlier in the day. She was wearing a thin red v-neck sweater that was cut low in the front. The bottom of the v ended about halfway between her breasts and her navel and since she wasn’t wearing a bra; revealed the inside contour of both big breasts. The sweater only covered the nipples and the outer contour.

My wife was wearing her favorite red high heels and sheer long black nylon stockings. She was wearing a short black mini-skirt so that only about half of her long shapely thighs were hidden from view. Looking around to see that no one was looking; Mark lifted Gina’s skirt to reveal the lacy red panties she was clad in. He pulled them down to show me “the special request” that I had made.

I had him insert a big pulsating dildo turned on “low” into Gina’s pussy instead of the usual venting tube. I indicated my approval and he put the panties and skirt back in place just before people started to arrive.

A large crowd turned out that evening and it was interesting to see the reaction of the men; young and old, to Gina and her burial outfit. Most of them, before they left, had developed erections that they were trying to hide and it was obvious that a considerable number would have done more than just look if they had the chance. Who could blame them with a sexy corpse lying there almost inviting them to.

The funeral the next day was sad and I shed tears for the first time since Gina’s death. She was buried in the church cemetery with the dildo still pulsating in her well-used cunt. I wondered how long the batteries would last on “low”.

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Slummin It – Uma

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My mother must have had a crystal ball when she named me Uma after the actress. I was actually born 10 years before she became a kick-ass bitch in the first “Kill Bill” movie, but in the end, we both became kick-ass bitches. The major difference between us was that she is white and I’m black.

My name is Uma Parker and I’m a 5’6″, 125-pound tough bitch. I wasn’t always tough, but then neither was my namesake, Uma Thurman. I was a popular girl in high school, never lacking for dates with good looking guys. By the time I graduated from college, I had met the man who I thought would be the love of my life. Jerod was 6’2″ tall and weighed 195 pounds. He was strong and handsome and perfect in every way. I fell for him on our first date, and we were married a few months after graduating from college.

Jerod taught and coached basketball for three years and then became a middle-school principal. He continued to coach even after becoming the principal. Since he was the school district’s only black administrator, he could do pretty much whatever he wanted. I became a teacher in a neighboring district and was happily teaching chemistry and physics to high schoolers.

All seemed to be going well. We bought a nice house in a good neighborhood. I planted flowers and vegetables and Jarod worked on minor repairs and painting around the house. When we went out together, we would hear others say what a handsome black couple we made. Jarod would insist that I wear something to show off my curves whenever we were in public. I usually wore a short tight dress or a short skirt and tank top or something that would get his motor running. Although I didn’t really like it, he would roam his hands over my body in front of others, and he would get upset if I stopped him or said anything.

But then he began getting rough with me, and eventually he started hitting and beating me. I took it and covered the bruises with makeup for a few years until I couldn’t take it any longer. The night I told him that I wanted a divorce, he beat the shit out of me. I probably should have been taken to the hospital, but he held me in the house. Since it was summer, I didn’t have to go to work for a couple months so I had time to heal.

Well, I left him and got my divorce. I fought for half of our assets and, after threatening to show the court the pictures that I had taken with my phone and hidden in a secret email account, he gave in. When we were leaving the courthouse, he leaned near me and quietly said, “Some time I’m going to catch you without witnesses around and teach you not to fuck with me, bitch. You ruined my life.”

The next day, I enrolled in a karate class and spent the remainder of the summer black and blue and hurting as I learned the basic principles and theories of karate. I worked at it every day. And when school began, I worked at it four nights a week and on Saturday.

For the next four years, I managed to stay away from Jarod and watch my back. A week before my 30th birthday, I earned a black belt after many hours of practice and study. Even though I had my belt, I continued to learn, practice and take lessons to get better and better.

As it turned out, I was on my way home from the dojo one evening, and had stopped at a convenience store for donuts when I saw Jarod. He didn’t realize that I saw him when he quietly followed me out to the parking lot. My stomach was churning, but for some reason, I was concerned about my donuts. When I reached my car in the back of the lot, I quickly opened and tossed my bag of donuts on the seat, and then turned around.

Saving the donuts cost me, as his fist slammed into my shoulder. “Jarod, d-don’t… ” I yelled, but it was too late. His knee hit my leg and knocked me against my car.

“Thanks for parking away from the cameras you stupid cunt. Now it’s your word against mine,” he said as he shot his left hand Bakırköy travesti towards my stomach.

At that point, my training kicked in and it only took me a few seconds to leave him crumpled on the asphalt with a broken finger, bloody nose and holding his stomach. I looked down and said, “Like you said, it’s your word against mine.” I got in my car a drove away.

The school year was going pretty well for me. I hadn’t thought much of Jarod since our little altercation in the parking lot, but I should have known that he would be up to something. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, one of the coaches at Jarod’s school was also proficient at karate, and Jarod convinced him to help him get back at me.

I agreed to meet a blind date at a restaurant several blocks from my small house. I wore a mid-thigh length skirt and a sleeveless blouse and walked to the restaurant. He was a handsome 45-year-old man and he was an attorney, but we both decided during dinner that it wasn’t going to work out so we shook hands and I began to walk home around 9:30.

There was just one block on my walk home that was kind of desolate, and wouldn’t you know it; that’s where Jarod and his pal decided to get even with me. I watched Jarod walking towards me, and prepared to defend myself when I felt my legs knocked out from under me by something hard. As I hit the ground and looked up, I saw Jarod’s friend, and fellow coach Manny Ramirez smiling down at me holding a small wooden bat.

My ex was still about 25 feet away and I noticed Manny staring at my legs and crotch since my skirt was now around my waist. I rolled away from him while he was temporarily distracted and jumped to my feet just in time to feel the bat hit my back and slam me into the building’s wall. The seam of my skirt ripped open to my waist. As I started to turn, I felt Jarod’s fist hit my jaw and I went down. I rolled towards his legs and knocked him to the sidewalk, and I heard Manny start to laugh at his friend.

“I’m gonna rough you up with this bat before I beat your skank ass, bitch. You gonna remember this night. I tried to roll away, but the streetlight pole and my ex stopped me from moving, and I lookiedup into Manny’s grinning face. Jarod jumped back to his feet and continued to block me against the pole as Manny raised the bat again. My blouse had ripped open before I fell. I knew I was finished so I closed my eyes waiting for the crushing blow from the bat.

I heard Manny shout, “What da fuck?”

I opened my eyes in time to see a hand holding the top of the bat. A second later, another hand smashed into Manny’s face. As Jarod turned to see what was happening, I kneed his leg as hard as I could and he fell next to me. I quickly jumped to my feet and saw Manny’s face bleeding as he jerked the bat free of the stranger’s hand. I felt Jarod grab my ankle at the same time so I stomped my foot onto his hand eliciting a howl as I felt the bones break when my heal crushed his hand. He lay on the ground sobbing and holding his hand.

I moved towards Manny but was too slow to stop the bat from swinging towards the stranger’s head. The stranger ducked and delivered a stabbing blow to Manny’s chest. Manny was stunned, but he brought the bat down on the stranger’s leg. As Manny started to lift the bat again, lifted the bat again, I rammed my foot into the side of his knee and heard the snap as he fell to the ground howling in pain. “You bitch,” he screamed. “You fucking bitch. You broke my knee. I’ll kill you.”

I took the bat from him and slammed it into his stomach. “Shut up, ass hole. If you hang out with stupid motherfuckers like Jarod, you better get used to getting your ass beat.”

I tossed the bat away and moved to check on the man who tried to save me. He was filthy and he smelled. He appeared to be a young white man about six feet tall. His clothes were torn Bakırköy travestiileri and his hair was a dirty blond color. He rubbed his leg and then looked at me.

He looked at me and smiled. IAs we both stood there in pain from the attack of the bat, he said, “You’d better get going before these guys get up.”

“I… I c-can’t leave y-you,” I said.

“I-I’ll b-be OK. I’ll just go back into the alley and leave them.”

As I stepped back, I sensed something behind me. The stranger shoved me to the side and shot his foot straight in to Jarod’s face while he was starting towards my back. He went down like a sack of rocks.

“I’m Uma. Who are you?” I asked.

“M-my name is Jason. He started to grin, and said, “I was in the alley looking for food when these two attacked you.”

“Where do you live?”

“I, uh… I live around,” he said.

I quickly made up my mind. “Come with me,” I said as I put my arm around him. He smelled awful. We left the human trash behind us on the ground as we staggered down the street to my small house. I helped him in to my kitchen and he sat on one of my chairs. When he looked at me, I saw that his face was dirty, but he was actually kind of cute, as far as young white men go. I got each of us a cold beer and sat across from him.

He was staring at my chest and then I remembered that my blouse had been torn open. I stood and pulled my blouse together. When I stepped back and looked down, I also remembered that my skirt had been torn open to the waist leaving just a thin strip of material holding it on me. When I looked back at him, he was smiling a beautiful smile at me.

I looked into the young man’s face and said, “Thank you for coming to my rescue back there. I’ve been taking karate, but I don’t think I could have handled both of them.” He smiled at me again and nodded his head.

“How old are you, Jason?”

“20. How old are you, Uma?”

I smiled back at him. “I’m ten years older than you, young man.” He simply nodded his head. Neither of us said anything for a while, and then I asked, “Would you like to take a shower, Jason?” He smiled and nodded his head.

I showed him to the bathroom. “I’ll get you another beer,” I said as I handed him a towel and left the room. When I returned with his beer, I sat it on the bathroom counter as I saw the blurred outline of his naked body in my shower. I had never seen a naked white man before. I stood staring at his body, and he must have sensed me in the room.

He turned and slid the shower door open standing naked in front of me. My eyes traveled over his entire body and landed on his face. I couldn’t move. He was a damn good-looking guy. When I didn’t move, he slowly grinned and then held out his hand to me. I stood frozen to the spot looking at his handsome face and killer smile. I finally took a small step towards him. Then another, and before I knew it, I was in the shower with him. He kissed me and then slowly and gently removed my clothes. I was in a trance as his hands moved over my body.

Each time my brain would try to bring me back to the reality of this being a bad idea, he would kiss me again and move his hands up and down my back. He slowly and methodically washed my body, and then dried me when we got out of the shower. When he finished drying me, he kissed me again and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. By then I was so hot that I reciprocated with my own tongue. Our tongues dueled back-and-forth for a long time before I took his hand and led him into my bedroom.

As we lay next to each other, I was turned on by the contrast in our skin colors as his hands moved onto my breasts. He was extremely pale and I was a caramel color. He gently tweaked my hard dark nipples and I moaned. He kissed me again and his hand moved down across my stomach. I caught my breath and sucked in my stomach travesti Bakırköy as his hand found my moist pussy. As he slid a finger into my pussy, he began kissing and nibbling on my nipples. “Ahhhh, yesss. Tha.. that feels s-so good, honey. Ohhhh!”

His mouth worked magic on my nipples as he fingered my pussy, first with one and then with two, and then three fingers. He gave me several orgasms, and I finally gave in and begged, “Please, honey. Please. I need to feel you inside me.”

He grinned evilly at me and then pulled his wonderful mouth away from my nipples. Then he slid his fingers from my pussy and I felt empty and was humping the air. He had a nice size cock, and when he rolled onto me and slid it in, I came immediately. He fucked me slowly and gently giving me another orgasm. He kissed me and squeezed my breasts as his cock moved in-and-out of my pussy. “Ohh yesss! Aarrrrrgggh! Aahhhhh!” I came over and over.

I don’t know how long he fucked me or how many orgasms I had. All I know is that this was the best that I had ever been fucked. And it was by a damn 20-year-old white kid. I may not have been a virgin when I was 20, but I sure couldn’t fuck like this kid could. Hell, I can’t fuck as good as he does now at the age of 30. He could have done anything he wanted to me.

Well, not only did he fuck me until I was a blithering idiot, but he also withdrew and came on my chest instead of blowing his load into me. As far as I was concerned, that showed that he was concerned about me getting pregnant, even though I was on the pill.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. A couple of hours later, he slid a couple of fingers into my pussy and I awoke humping his hand. I rolled to him and shoved my tongue into his mouth as his fingers worked on my pussy. He rolled to his back and lifted me onto his chest. He gently pushed my body upwards until I was sitting on his face and his tongue was buried deep in my slit.

“Aaaaahhhh fuck! Yesss! Unnng!” I moaned and screamed as I came over and over under the machinations of his wonderful mouth and tongue. I flooded his face with my juices as he continued to eat my box.

I slid down his chest and mounted his hard cock and felt his hands grab my breasts. “Aaarrrrggggh!” I screamed as I came immediately. He pounded my black cunt for a long time and I lost track of the number of orgasms I had.

He said, “I’m going to cum,” as he tried to lift me from his cock.

My body fell on top of him and I begged, “Please cum inside me, honey. It’s OK.”

He pounded my cunt for a few more seconds and then blew his load into my wet fertile pussy. “Oh, Jason,” I sighed. “That was wonderful.” I rolled off him and lay beside him. I was quickly asleep.

He woke me one more time during the night for a repeat performance. I didn’t think I could do it again, but his hands moving on my body quickly changed my mind. I was completely under his spell as he used my body and had me screaming and moaning like a wanton whore. When he dumped his next load into my pussy, he lay beside my hot sweaty body and watched me fall asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I hurt and ached all over. My back hurt from getting hit with the bat and my pussy ached from being well used. The back of my legs hurt from the bat, and my breasts ached from his Jason’s magical hands manipulating them. As I lay in my bed stretching, I thought of the hot young man who had swept me off my feet last night. Is there really such a thing as ‘love at first sight?’ I looked over and noticed that Jason was gone, but I smelled coffee brewing. I smiled as I thought of the way he gently loved me last night.

I got out of bed and put on a tee shirt and wandered into my kitchen. The coffee had just finished, and as I looked at my coffee pot, I saw a note leaning against it. My stomach churned as I walked over and picked it up.

Dear Uma,

I know I’m not in your league, Uma, but if I was, I would certainly want to spend more time with you. Thank you for taking pity on a homeless vet and sharing your hot body with me.

J

A million memories of last night flashed through my mind as I fell to my kitchen floor crying.

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Elaine, Jackson and I Ch. 09

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Chapter 9 — The Game Is On — Part Two  

Glancing sideways as I passed the house I could make out the image of Elaine at our front door waving to me as I accelerated; and there, of course, was Jackson standing close behind her. I was past them in a flash but I could see that he had his hand on her lower hip again — just above the swell of her arse cheeks. He was taking charge — that much I saw. ‘I have a surprise for you two.’ 

Once out of site of the house, I drove out onto the Prince of Wales Road and then onto Shooters Hill Road at a much slower pace than I had left (I had needed to give the impression to those two that I was in a rush to get to work). Turning left on the roundabout, down the Prince of Charles Road and then finally, and very slowly and coasting through the heavy rain, I turned back into my road and parked the car while at the same time making sure that the front door to my house had been closed. This meant, of course, that Elaine and Jackson were now alone together. 

I stepped out into the rain and stealthily crossed the other side of the road to stand under a small tree where I could see the front of my house. The curtains were still open and I could see them together clearing up the dinner table, laughing and smiling as he passed her the plates and utensils which she was obviously carrying into the kitchen for the dishwasher. ‘All very domestic isn’t it my little tart!’ 

It was a warm night and the noise of the thunder followed the flash by just a second which meant that the main part of the storm was just five miles away. ‘Under a tree is a stupid place to be when lightning is hitting the ground you Klutz!’ But I was beyond caring — my Wife was alone with her Lover, and my plan was in action. 

Eventually Elaine came back into the room and stood before Jackson with a loving smile on her face; initially she went to put her arms around his neck however she was clearly dissuaded by something Jackson said to her. Moving away from him she went to the window and pulled down the blind, thus preventing me from seeing directly into the room. Nonetheless the clever little minx had not reckoned with the light shining directly behind her and their silhouettes showed against the blind. 

I held my breath on that warm and very wet night as I watched their silhouettes move together and this time her arms did wrap themselves around his neck and they kissed. Shadow or not, I could tell by the shape of the outline that my Wife was kissing him and that this was no ‘peck on the cheek’ — this was a full on tongue entangling exchange of fluids. This was an unmistakeable Lovers’ ‘take me to bed’ kiss of undisguised passion. 

Gently he pushed her away from him and I could make out the shadow of Elaine bending her long swan-like neck to give Jackson access to the straps of the thin dress. Big hands went to her shoulders and moved gently down, sweeping the little straps away. The dress Taksim travesti fell slightly but caught on her breasts momentarily until her dominant Lover eased it from them so as to allow it to fall gently to the floor. ‘Oh Christ! Didn’t someone write a terrible song about this a few years ago? ‘Shadows of love on the blind’ How bloody corny is this?’ 

My Wife was naked in front of him. ‘Is this where you get to put his weapon in your mouth you slut?’ But I was taken aback at what happened next. From the shadows on the blind I could make out that Jackson had bent over slightly to one side and with one motion he had lifted up Elaine into his arms and kissed her once again. And that was the end of my entertainment for that part of the night, because within seconds he carried her to the door, the light in the room was extinguished and I was left in the dark, in the rain, in a thunderstorm and alone. Alone! As another man carried my beloved Wife upstairs to penetrate with his enormous cock. I think that this was a more disconcerting moment than that of Sunday when she had disappeared under the tower with him, because I was being cuckolded again but this time in my own house. ‘For the first time?’ I wondered. 

Thoroughly soaked, and still under that tree I kept watch on the house and was not surprised when a dim light came on upstairs at the back of the building. She had put our own bedroom light on but within a minute the light extinguished and there was no other conclusion to for me to make other than he was having her at that moment. ‘Stay calm little cuckold. Your time will soon come’. 

I waited for what seemed like hours but was probably no longer than fifteen minutes or so as the rain came down in stair rods and the lightning flashed all around me. It seemed to be a night of portent and extremes as I waited for the right moment. If I give the impression, Dear Reader, of cold calculation and iron will in my execution of the plan you would be wrong; that night I was a terrified little man, standing outside in the rain in the sure knowledge that what I was about to do would change my life forever. Courageous? — maybe.   Stupid? — almost certainly. 

I looked at the face of my rain speckled my watch. It was Time! ‘Get on with it Nerd!’ Splashing my way across the road through the rising puddles I headed towards the alleyway between our house and our other neighbours, Gwen and Charlie. With my hand against our yellowish ‘London Brick’ wall to guide me in the pitch black night I eased myself past the dustbins to our gate into the back garden. ‘Good! Elaine hasn’t thought to drop the latch.’ Through the gate, over the flower beds and onto the patio next to the Webber still warm from the barbecue. ‘So far so good. Keep going James!’ 

The patio door had been locked but I had accounted for that — I had the spare key in my pocket so I unlocked the door and then waited. Within Taksim travestileri less than a minute a dull rolling noise of thunder sounded a mile or so to the west and as it rumbled I slid the patio door open. ‘They won’t have heard that over the noise. I’m getting good at this. Perhaps I should become a burglar.’ 

Moving slowly and very quietly I slipped away from the dining room and into the lounge where Jackson had stripped my Wife bare and carried her up to our bedroom. I don’t know why I went in there because it was not on the route I needed to take for my plan. But something had drawn me to that place and I felt a rush of emotion as I realised that I was standing in the same spot where the love of my life had been willingly stripped naked by a much bigger man than I, and had then allowed herself to be lifted in his strong arms and taken upstairs to bed. Something seemed to snag my foot as I moved and looking down I realised that — ‘Oh shit! I’m standing on her dress.’ 

It was then that I had the worst shock of my life. The whole house lit up in a blinding flash accompanied by the loudest noise I had ever heard in my life. The blind, the very same blind through which I had witnessed my Wife’s disrobing lit up like a cinema screen. Its blank surface showing no film that night other than the blinding light of a lightning strike somewhere out in the road. My eyes could see nothing in the dark and my ears rung with the noise of the strike, and it was a minute or two before my senses returned to normality. It was then that I heard the first noise from upstairs. 

As my hearing returned I could sense a dull rhythmic squeak coming from over my head which, in my confused state after the bang and the flash, I could not at first comprehend. But as I stood in that room with water still dripping from my clothes I began to understand just what it was; it was the springs and the headboard of our bed. Jackson and Elaine were clearly having a very good time and I guess they had been so engrossed in themselves that they had not heard (or cared about) the nearby lightning strike. ‘Time for action cuckold!’ 

My soaking clothes made a trail of water across the floor of the Lounge and into the hall to the bottom of the staircase, where I waited for a moment to listen; that was when I heard my first voice from the floor above. It was Elaine’s, but it was a different Elaine. This was a voice in passion and ardour. It was the voice of a woman encouraging her Lover to greater efforts while at the same time confirming his Mastery over her. 

“Oh God Master! Oh My G… Oh! Oh! Oh!… od! Oh never stop please my Love! You feel so big inside me. You feel so hot inside me. You feel so good inside me.” ‘And I am inside the bloody house you Slut.’ 

“And am I welcome inside you?” came Jackson’s gruff question to my Wife. 

“Always and forever my Master. Whenever you want me, I am yours. Travesti taksim Totally! You know that don’t you Master? Please say that you do.” 

“I have known it since the day we met Elaine. Now relax while I finish my sweet.” 

My sodden socks and shoes made a squelching noise on the stairs as I moved each foot to another step in time with every second powerful thrust of Jackson’s big member in my Wife. 

‘Thrust-Thrust/ squelch. Thrust-Trust/ squelch. Thrust-Thrust/squelch.’  ‘Flash/ bang/rumble — more close lightning.’ It was like something out of a horror film sequence and I was the monster climbing slowly up the stairs. 

As I reached the landing area at the top I could see no light at all coming from our bedroom; although they had left the door ajar the room was pitch black. Looking in from the landing I could see nothing, not even the permanent yellow glow of London’s lights through the curtains, that is until a flash of lightning nearby lit up the whole sky and the bedroom was instantly bathed in a grey / blue light. The deafening crash of thunder could not shock me any more from what I saw in that instant as the room lit up. 

My Elaine was on all fours on the bed while Jackson was driving himself deep into her ‘doggy fashion’. Her head was hanging low as in a relaxed way because she knew that Jackson’s eruption was imminent. The two of them were in the throes of sexual release and I was there to witness it; just as I had done on Sunday afternoon. I felt a rush of emotion as I looked yet again into that now dark room as the woman I love enjoyed the thrusts of another man’s manhood.

 Another distant flash lit the room up again as he continued with his ascent to the release of his seed. Primeval grunts from him and feeble mewing noises from Elaine told me that their orgasm was very close and as if on cue, a rumble of thunder and flash of lightning outside the house was accompanied by a roar of conquest from Jackson and a squeal of orgasm from her. A squeal I might add, that I had never before heard in such intensity as that night. My Wife’s Lover’s seed was inside her yet again. And yet again I had stood outside and watched it happen and had done nothing to stop it. ‘Cuckold Wimp!!!!’ 

Clearly, that night, Jackson’s and my Wife’s emotions were as one with the natural world around them. As the flashes and bangs of the weather receded away across the river to Essex the two Lovers collapsed on the bed, saying nothing but just curling up together in post coital bliss. 

For a good ten minutes they lay together speaking softly out of my range of hearing. I could see very little except the general outline of them both as they whispered, kissed and gently caressed each other intimately. 

Suddenly there was movement on the bed as Elaine reached over to switch on the bedside lamp. The room was once again bathed in light but this time it was a soft glow that seemed to match the mood of my naked Wife and an equally naked Jackson. 

“For Christ sake Jimmy. Stop lurking out there and come in. We have one or two things to talk about, don’t you think?” Elaine’s voice was soft and sympathetic, but it was also authoritative. So I did as I was told — as always.

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Jessica’s Awakening Ch. 03

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Here is the third installment involving Jessica and Stacy. I recommend reading the first two chapters, just for context and to familiarize yourself with the characters. I originally intended on finishing the party in this chapter but got a little carried away. My new plan is to finish the party with a fourth chapter, and we all know what happens when you make plans. I still haven’t decided if I will continue after that, I have some ideas that I like but I don’t want to kill the story by overdoing it. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Standard legal stuff: all characters are above the age of 18, any resemblance to real life people and/or situations is entirely coincidental, I don’t mind if you post this on another site just please acknowledge me somewhere in the post. Hope you enjoy the story!

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Jessica lay on the ottoman, completely oblivious to the world around her as her body was still experiencing the aftereffects of the earth-shattering orgasm she had just received at the hands of her new lover and mistress Stacy. Next to her lay her fellow pet Katie, panting heavily from the orgasm she had received from her mistress Trinity. Both women were still bound to the ottoman their mistress’ had tied them to earlier. They had both been used as the demonstrators in a sex toy party that Stacy had arranged, and Trinity had MC’d, much to the delight of the other 8 women in attendance. Jessica had been stunned to learn about the toys, as Stacy had told her it was just a pajama party when she invited her, and was even more surprised at how turned on she had gotten watching Katie being wantonly exhibited in such a manner. Stacy had picked up on Jessica’s desires, and after the first half of the show, and a steamy 69 session between her and Jessica, she had asked Jessica if she wanted to join Katie for the second half of the demonstration. Jessica had jumped at the idea, throwing herself enthusiastically into the role, much to Stacy’s delight. As Jessica returned to reality, she saw Stacy kneeling next to her, beaming. Stacy began to passionately kiss Jessica, a kiss Jessica returned in equal.

“You were amazing Jess! Every woman here want’s you SOOO bad!” Stacy whispered to the still bound brunette lying on the ottoman. “Are you ok?”

Jessica looked around the room and saw the eyes of every woman, apart from Katie who was still returning to reality after her own mind-blowing orgasm, staring at her, pure lust in their eyes. She had never felt as sexy in her life. She felt all her energy return and could only think of one thing, pleasuring and being pleasured by all these beautiful women.

“Please mistress, will you share me with all your friends? Please?” Jessica practically begged the blonde kneeling next to her.

Stacy was shocked by her friends’ request. Never in a million years did she think the shy brunette she had met 6 months ago would be begging to be fucked by a group of horny women. “Are you sure? If you want to stop that’s perfectly ok.” She replied. Stacy was concerned for her friend and didn’t want Jessica to feel like she was forced to do anything she didn’t want to.

Jessica had never been more sure of anything in her life. She wanted to be fucked by all the gorgeous women. She NEEDED to be fucked by all these gorgeous women. “Please mistress?” Jessica continued begging, “Please will you let me get fucked by all these women like the slut that I am? I want them to use every hole and turn me in to their little fuckdoll! PLEASE?”

Even if Stacy had wanted to there was no way she was going to stop now. Hearing Jessica beg to have her body used had driven everything but lust from Stacy’s mind. She was going to give her pet to every woman here, starting with herself. “You want me and my friends to use you like the little whore you are?” She responded to Jessica’s pleading, “Fuck your holes until their raw? You’re going to have to earn it first.” Stacy climbed on to the ottoman and sat directly on top of Jessica’s face, grinding herself into her still bound pet. “Eat my pussy SLUT! If you make me cum maybe I’ll let you get fucked like the dirty little whore you are!” The instant Stacy’s pussy came within reach Jessica began to attack it with her tongue, wanting to return the immense pleasure Stacy had given her.

Meanwhile a flurry of activity was happening around the room. Trinity, having dumped the remaining toys from her bag, had also climbed on top of the ottoman, sitting on Katie’s face and receiving that same desperate tongue lashing that Stacy was receiving. The rest of the women were grabbing various toys and beginning to pair off, desperate to have their own mind-blowing orgasms. Britney, one half of the blonde couple that Jessica had just met that night, grabbed two silver butt plugs, shoving one into her own ass, before strapping on a harness and fitting a 16″ coal black dildo to it. She walked back over to her girlfriend Gümüşsuyu travesti Christine, who had bent over in front of the loveseat they had been sharing, and pushed the other plug in the blondes amazing ass, before sliding the dildo into her pussy and beginning to fuck her from behind. Brandy, the tiny brunette who had spent most of the night kissing and licking the redhead Amanda’s porcelain tits, had likewise grabbed two butt plugs, one for her and one for Amanda, but had grabbed an 18″ double-headed dildo. Her and Amanda currently had most of the toy down their throats, providing plenty of spit to lube it before stuffing it into their overheated pussies. Ronnie, the busty blonde, had opted for two sets of anal beads, both roughly the size of ping pong balls, and a harness with a 10″ purple dildo. She had already inserted the beads into herself and her dark-haired partner, Alissa, and had sat down for her lover to mount her.

Jessica did not see any of this activity, as her entire face was covered by Stacy’s grinding pussy. Jessica was licking Stacy’s pussy with everything she had, sucking her clit and trying to shove her tongue as deep as possible, hoping Stacy would cum and paint her face with her delicious juices.

“OHH fuck Jess, that feels SOOO fucking good!” Stacy moaned, enjoying her new pet’s oral ministrations. “You’re going to make me cum all over that pretty little face!” Jessica increased her efforts upon hearing this, wanting to return the pleasure Stacy had been giving her that entire evening. She tilted her head back, as much as Stacy’s grinding would allow, and started licking around Stacy’s asshole.

The effect on Stacy was instant. “YES! KEEP LICKING MY ASS SLUT! FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” She screamed right before she orgasmed, coating Jessica’s face in copious amounts of her feminine juices. Beside her Trinity succumbed to her own orgasm, painting her own pet’s face with her cum.

Trinity and Stacy fell off the ottoman, spasming from the intense orgasms their pets had given them. Jessica and Katie briefly looked at each other before beginning to furiously make out, kissing and licking their mistress’ juices from the others face. Their own pussies were starting to leak, knowing that they had made their mistress’ cum, coupled with the furious fucking they were about to receive from the beautiful women surrounding, them had driven their lust back to record levels.

Stacy and Trinity sat up, after recovering from their respective orgasms, and watched their pets finish cleaning each other’s faces. They each gave their respective pet a passionate kiss before Trinity looked at Stacy and said, “What do you think, have these sluts earned it?”

Stacy feigned a look of thought for a moment, causing Jessica’s heart to skip a beat, before responding, “I think so, but we better keep an eye on them or someone might try and steal them!”

“How about we keep them on a short leash?” Trinity replied, holding up the leash she had led Katie into the room with.

“Even better!” Stacy giggled, grabbing her own leash and clipping it to the collar that was still around Jessica’s neck. Her and Trinity then untied the bound women and gave them a minute to stretch out their limbs, strapping on their own harnesses and dildos and inserting a toy each in their own backsides, before leading them out in the group.

Stacy immediately brought Jessica over to Britney and Christine, knowing how hot Brit had been for Jessica when she was on the ottoman. Stacy wanted to give her a taste of her new pet, knowing it would drive Britney crazy knowing she was Stacy’s and not hers and Christine’s. She pointed at the ground underneath Christine, to which Jessica gave a quizzical look. “Get down there and lick her slut!” Stacy said.

“Yes mistress!” Jessica responded immediately. Lying on her back and shimmering under the bent over Christine she put her face directly beneath the blonde’s perfectly shaved pussy. Seeing the pussy above her being stretched out by the massive dildo was an extremely erotic site for the brunette pet, turning her on more than she already was. She began licking and sucking at Christine’s swollen, exposed clit, enjoying tasting her third woman of the day.

“OHHH fuck!” Christine groaned. “That’s fucking good.”

Stacy smiled as she sat down in front of Christine, causing the leash attached to Jessica to pull her tighter against the blonde’s pussy. She hitched the strap-on further up her hips, exposing her dripping wet pussy and wiggling it in Christine’s face. Christine dove in, giving one long lick up Stacy’s labia before sucking her clit in, eliciting a groan from Stacy. “Fuck Brit! I forgot how good she was at sucking pussy!” Stacy panted.

“She’s the best!” Britney replied. “Although guessing from Christine’s moans your pet has some skills as well!”

Stacy smiled. “And this is her first-time eating pussy! Imagine how good she’ll be after a little training!”

Jessica smiled into Christine’s pussy. She couldn’t believe that Gümüşsuyu travestileri these beautiful women were complimenting her sexual talents! It only drove her desire to pleasure the blonde that she was currently servicing. Jessica redoubled her efforts, attacking Christine’s pussy with everything she had, an effort that didn’t go unnoticed by the bent-over woman. “FUCK!” She screamed, pulling her face from Stacy’s cunt. “THIS SLUT IS ATTACKING MY PUSSY! SHE’S GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!”

Stacy smiled and pulled Christine’s face back to her dripping pussy. “Yeah, she definitely has some skills!” She directed at Britney.

Britney didn’t say anything, she was too turned on by the action happening in front of her. She sped up her thrusts into Christine, stuffing the entire 16″ monster she was wearing into her girlfriend at a blistering pace.

This proved too much for Christine, and she exploded in orgasm with a scream that was muffled by Stacy’s pussy. Jessica, who was still pulled tight to the blondes gushing pussy by Stacy’s leash, also exploded in orgasm, surprised that just making another women cum could set her off. She drank down Christine’s juices, enjoying the taste almost as much as her mistress’. Stacy was also in the throes of an orgasm, the sight of Jessica both cumming and making another woman cum, coupled with Christine’s continued moans and screams into her pussy, proved too much for the overheated blonde.

Britney, courtesy of the nub on the inside of the harness and the sight of three beautiful women climaxing, was on the verge herself. She slammed the dildo at her waist into Chrstine, grinding against the nub with all her weight. Moments later she succumb to her own orgasm, screaming, “FUCK! YOU SLUT’S ARE SO HOT!”

It took a minute for the foursome to come down from their respective orgasms, but once they did Britney withdrew the strap-on from Christine’s pussy as the bent over blonde rolled on to her back beside Jessica. As soon as Jessica saw the glistening dildo above her she jumped to her knees and attacked it with her mouth, surprising Stacy and pulling the leash from her grip. Jessica began licking and sucking the huge fake cock, wanting to taste Christine some more.

Stacy recovered from her surprise quickly. “No slut! I didn’t say you could do that!” She said, grabbing the leash once again and pulling Jessica away from Britney.

Jessica yelped as Stacy drug her away, a little taken aback by the amount of force her mistress had used. She turned and looked at Stacy, staring into her eyes. She saw the same look there that she had seen the entire night, a look that spoke of love and not just lust, and somehow knew that her friend would never hurt her. She bowed her head, staring at the floor and putting her best sad puppy dog face on, she said, “I’m sorry mistress. Can I please suck that huge cock? I want it in my mouth SOOO bad. Please mistress, I’ll be your good little whore from now on. PLEASE?!?”

“I shouldn’t let you, after disobeying me,” Stacy replied in a stern tone, “But if I don’t Brit would probably start a fight!”. Britney nodded behind Jessica, desperate to get her fake dick in to the brunette’s sexy mouth, “But first you have to be punished!” Stacy continued. She pulled Jessica towards her as she sat up, laying her pet across her lap with Jessica’s round ass pointing in the air. She began to spank Jessica firmly on the ass, causing a small amount of pain but not hurting her pet.

Jessica moaned from the punishment, enjoying the feeling. She was discovering new things about her sexual appetites, much to her pleasure. “Thank you for the punishment mistress! I deserve it for being such a bad girl!” She moaned. “Please keep spanking my naughty ass!”

Stacy was absolutely delighted by Jessica’s reaction to the spanking, her friend kept surprising her with her reactions to all the various acts that were being done too here and she knew that she had awoken a sexual demon in Jessica. “You like being punished, you dirty whore!” She said. “You like getting your naughty ass spanked?” Stacy picked up the pace and force of her spanks, leaving Jessica’s buttcheeks bright red. She gave one more two-handed slap to Jessica’s ass, before pushing the brunette off her lap and back on to her knees on the floor. “Crawl to her and beg slut!” She finished, releasing the leash.

Jessica crawled towards Britney, pure lust on her face. “Please Britney can I clean your beautiful cock?” She said as she settled beneath the blonde, “Can I suck your girlfriends’ delicious juices from your dick?” Britney didn’t respond, except for shoving the plastic toy deep into Jessica’s mouth causing her to gag.

“Careful Brit.” Stacy said from the couch where Christine had joined her to watch the show, still not wanting to push Jessica too far.

“Fine!” Britney huffed, withdrawing the fake phallus slightly from Jessica’s mouth.

Once again Jessica surprised everyone, this time by slamming her face forward and taking a large amount of Britney’s Travesti Gümüşsuyu fake cock down her throat and moaning around it. She held it in her throat for a few moments before withdrawing until just the tip was in her mouth and then slamming her face forward again. She repeated this process a few times, essentially face fucking herself on Britney’s massive strap-on. Brad, her cheating ex, had always said she gave great blowjobs, although his dick had been barely a third the size as the fake one she was now sucking.

Stacy and Christine were beside themselves with lust as they watched Jessica’s lewd display. Christine got on her knees on the couch and began to suck Stacy’s own 12″ strap-on, matching Jessica’s movements. The two randy women continued to slam the dildos into their throats for a couple minutes, until Stacy and Britney couldn’t stand it anymore.

“God, I need to fuck this slut!” Britney said, transfixed by Jessica staring up at her as she swallowed the dildo around her waist.

“What do think my pet?” Stacy purred at Jessica. “Should I let my friend fuck you?”

Jessica slowly pulled her mouth off the strap-on, staring Britney straight in the eyes. “Please mistress!” she begged, “Please let your friend fuck my slutty little pussy! I want it SOOO bad! I want her to destroy my pussy with her massive cock! Please mistress can your friend fuck me?”

Stacy hesitated for a few moments before responding, if only to irritate Britney and make sure she knew who the boss was here, “Ok my pet, I guess you’ve earned it.” She lifted Christine’s face off her own strap-on and pushed her to the ground on her back. “Mount her slut!” She directed Jessica. The brunette complied immediately, sitting atop the prone woman’s face and wiggling her pussy at Christine. She wanted to grind her pussy on Christine’s mouth, but somehow knew that she had to let the blonde below her take the initiative, lest she receive another punishment.

Britney practically drooled as she saw the sexy brunette mount her girlfriend, she positioned her strap-on at the entrance to Jessica’s dripping wet pussy before looking at Stacy. Stacy had positioned her own strap-on to fuck Christine, before looking at Britney and nodding. Both women slammed their hips forward, burying their fake dicks all the way into Jessica and Christine’s pussies, eliciting load moans from the women. Christine immediately began attacking Jessica’s clit, desperate to taste the woman that had been driving her wild all night. Jessica, meanwhile, stared at Stacy, a fiery passion burning in her eyes as Britney slowly worked the massive dildo in and out of her gaping pussy.

Stacy returned Jessica’s stare with equal passion, plus the look of love she had given her new pet all night. “Do you like that my pet?” Stacy asked Jessica.

“I love it my mistress!” Jessica moaned back. “She’s stretching my tight little pussy SOOO good!”

Christine gave Jessica’s clit a hard suck as she heard this, not wanting to be forgotten.

“OHH FUCK!” Jessica screamed at the increased stimulation on her clit. “Your friend’s tongue feels amazing against my clit! She is SOOO good at that!”

Stacy smiled at Jessica, having had a good tonguing from Christine before, she knew how skilled the slender blonde was. Stacy pushed Jessica’s face down into Christine’s crotch. “Better return the favor!” She said, before grabbing her phone and reactivating the vibrations on the plug still buried in Jessica’s asshole, causing the brunette to scream into Christine’s pussy.

Britney was being driven insane by the activity going on in front of her, as she steadily picked up the pace of her thrusts into Jessica. She could hear her girlfriend moaning below her, obviously enjoying both Stacy’s strap-on and Jessica’s oral talents. Knowing her girlfriend enjoyed getting fucked by other woman, equally as much as she enjoyed fucking other woman, always drove Britney’s lust, and tonight was no different. She got a firmer grip on Jessica’s hips and growled with lust, “Time to REALLY fuck this whore!” Before beginning to pound her massive dildo into Jessica at a ludicrous speed.

Stacy was once again surprised by her new pet, as Jessica lifted her head up and screamed, “FUCK YES! USE MY PUSSY LIKE THE LITTLE SLUT I AM. STRETCH OUT MY TIGHT PUSSY WITH YOUR HUGE COCK!” Before diving back into Christine’s pussy. Stacy couldn’t believe that Jessica was taking that monster and begging for more. She was going to have a lot of fun with her new pet!

Jessica, for her part, had no clue where all of this was coming from. She had never imagined that she would end up in this position, or any of the other positions she had found herself in that night. Here she was bent over with her face buried in another woman’s pussy, while a butt plug vibrated in her ass and another woman fucked her from behind with a massive 16″ dildo. She had no time to formulate an answer, as Stacy turned the vibrations on the plug up to maximum while at the same time Stacy drove her strap-on to the hilt into Jessica. This drove Jessica over the edge and into the biggest orgasm she had ever had, which was saying something considering the orgasms she had already experienced that night. She screamed into the blonde below her’s pussy, causing Christine to also cross the threshold to her own massive orgasm.

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Vix’s Licks Pt. 05

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This is Part 5 of Vix’s story. Best enjoyed after reading parts 1 to 4, so that you know the background.

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I finished the number with a crashing guitar chord, and turned towards Lindi at the keyboards. As I did so, a jolt went through my body. She was completely naked! She was smiling at me, and pushing out her magnificent tits — strangely, they looked exactly like Roo’s.

I was so shocked, I dropped my plectrum, which somehow rolled under the keyboards and lodged between her naked toes. I had to grovel on my hands and knees to retrieve it but, as I got close to her, she lifted her foot and poked the plectrum and her toes into my gaping, slack jawed mouth. I took hold of her foot, and spat out the plectrum (fuck the plectrum) then I rolled my tongue round and round her big toe as I sucked it.

I rolled onto my back and looked up at her, looming over me, as I ran my tongue along the underside of her toes, holding her foot in place by the heel, and the keyboard played a chord like a church organ as she steadied herself against it. She wiggled her toes in my face then trailed the ball of her foot roughly down my features and across my right breast until she was just standing, legs apart and hands on hips, astride me.

She looked marvellous from that angle, and my eyes took in her long legs, leading up to the curly triangle of her pubes, and her plump labia, with her pink inner lips protruding slightly and shining with her wetness. Her toned stomach led my eye up to her proud, rounded tits, with their startlingly erect nipples standing out rudely.

She looked down at me with a lewd smile and began to crouch, bringing her glinting-wet pussy lips closer to my drooling mouth. I lay there in delicious anticipation and just waited as her sex came closer and closer, and closer until her fat, fleshy pudenda mashed irresistibly into my face…

I awoke with a deep sexual groan. My fingers were clamped between my legs, moving slickly over the warm wet flesh of my oozing pussy, as my body jolted with the aftershocks of my dreamland climax. I was trembling like a human vibrator and it took long moments of delicious semi-consciousness before I fully surfaced and re-engaged with reality.

FUCK, that was a hot dream. It’s not often I wake myself up with an orgasm, but that was intense. I felt I could almost taste her on my lips.

It was a shock to me that the subject of the dream was Lindi. I used to fantasize about her regularly, but it was a very long time since I’d actually dreamed about her, and it was only because Dad had said the Chootes were coming to the house the following week, to practice some new material. It had started me thinking about her again.

Later that morning, I phoned Roo. We chatted about this and that, and then I brought up the dream. I had no real reason to tell her about it, but I didn’t want to have any secrets from her, especially sexual ones.

She was fully aware of my fantasies about older women, and especially Lindi, and I wasn’t afraid that revealing the dream would upset her. She’s definitely not the jealous type, and I think that comes from her immense self-assurance. She’s so secure in herself that I knew she wouldn’t be the least bit threatened by something like this. It was just a dream, after all.

‘Interesting,’ she said, as if she were a detached psycho-analyst. ‘Tell me, do you have sexual dreams about other women — Olivia, Mads…. me?’ I had to admit that I did, sometimes. Even my mum once or twice, but I kept that bit of info to myself.

‘I think you are a very sexual person, Vix – that’s one of the reasons I love you – and also a very imaginative one. It’s a combination that’s bound to produce vivid sex dreams, and there’s nothing wrong with fantasies.’

Did she just say she loved me?

She went on, ‘Have you ever known Lindi to have a partner, male or female? I haven’t.’ It was an interesting observation from her because, come to think of it, neither had I. ‘I mean,’ she continued, ‘I’ve known of her for ages, as keyboards in The Chootes, obviously, and I’ve seen her at studios a few times more recently. We’ve had a few chats, but there’s never been mention of anybody.’

‘You’re right, come to think of it,’ I said. ‘I’m not aware of anyone. Maybe we should ask Nikki? Her mum is a good friend of Lindi’s.’ I could of course have asked Mum or Dad, but I didn’t like to. ‘We’ll ask her this Saturday,’ I said.

It did seem strange. Three of the four members of Dad’s band were married, which is not surprising when they are in their 40s. Lindi was a bit younger, but still around 40-ish I think. She wasn’t the original keyboardist; she’d only joined ten years before, when founder member Fran left to be a full-time mother. Ugh.

As you’ll know if you’ve read the earlier parts of my story, Lindi was one of my very earliest girl-crushes, and she’s obviously still at the forefront of my sexual imagination. She’s a bit taller than me, with long dark hair and lovely eyes, and she’s very slim – though not by any means flat-chested – and she Pendik travesti dresses to make the most of her figure. She’s always been very friendly to me, even mischievously flirty at times, and that used to drive me crazy.

By rights, she should have guys queuing up to go out with her. Or girls, if she were that way inclined. Roo was right though, we’d never seen her with anyone. Maybe she’d been “left on the shelf” as the saying goes. Suddenly, it was imperative that we find out.

Ideally, I would have asked Nikki when she was alone but, as usual, she was the last to arrive at the Saturday rehearsal, so I had to try to coax info from her, rather than just putting her on the spot by directly asking her the question. I started with an implied compliment: ‘Such a stroke of luck that Lindi knows your mum, Nikki. Otherwise, we might never have found you.’

‘Yeh. A stroke of luck for ME! I’m in Vix Standen’s band,’ she beamed.

Aw, sweet of her, but not what I was after. I went a bit more direct: ‘How does your mum know Lindi?’

‘Oh, they go way back. To college, or maybe before. They had a band for a little while… Well, I say a band, it was just the two of them playing synths, but Mum insists they were good. I think they were called “Minimood,” cos they both played Minimoogs,’ she chuckled, recalling the wordplay, ‘They never made it though, and when Mum met Dad, she gave it up.’

Hmm, didn’t know that. ‘Does your mum still see much of Lindi, nowadays?’

‘Yeh, a lot. More so in the last four or five years, since Mum and Dad split. They go out together sometimes. It works well now they are both on their own again.’ A-ha! That suggested that Lindi had been in a relationship, but it was now over. We were getting nearer. I made a mental note to get some more info out of Lindi herself when she came to the house the following week with the rest of the band.

Meanwhile, we set to learning our next two songs, “Hit” by the Swedish band The Wannadies, and, at Mads’ suggestion, Kosheen’s “All in My Head.” I think she had discovered that her pitch matched Kosheen’s lead singer Sian Evans quite closely. We had found that Mads and I harmonised really well — our very different voices really blended — and in this latter song, we introduced stronger vocal harmonies to the chorus, which I think made our version an improvement on the original. Mads was certainly pleased with it.

In fact, her enthusiasm was growing noticeably. It was obvious that the prospect of gigging, and maybe even going on a European tour, was fuelling her fire, as it was for all of us. She wanted to start doing back-to-back rehearsals (Saturday and Sunday) which was a good idea, and the bare minimum we should have been doing, really.

Nikki and Jemma’s jobs were starting to get in the way a little bit now. I had just recently finished my uni exams, so I was effectively on holiday, and both Mads and Roo were only doing sporadic session work, so were essentially free-agents. The band could be rehearsing much more if it weren’t for Nik and Jem’s work commitments.

Of course, we understood their need to work. We were still a long way from making any money from the band and, to be honest, none of the others had the financial advantages I had. It was just something we had to work around.

To be fair, as we progressed, both Nikki and Jemma did their best to be available for some mid-week evenings, and it was fortunate that they both lived within fairly easy reach of Old Windsor; Nikki near Watford, and Jemma at Reading. Both under 45 minutes away by car, with a bit of luck.

Anyway, the very next week after the Kosheen session proved to be rather a significant one. Dad’s bandmates descended upon us; the ever-affable Ed, the shy and unassuming bassist, Danny, and the lovely Lindi. I was, as usual, a little starry-eyed in her presence.

She was her usual sexy self, with her trademark fitted trousers, strappy heels, and a designer tee shirt with a deep scooped neckline and “MANGEZ TOUT” emblazoned on the front. Huh. Chance would be a fine thing.

‘Hey Vix,’ she beamed, giving me a very continental kiss on both cheeks. ‘I hear your band is really taking off.’ She dropped her voice to a whisper and spoke behind her hand, ‘Your dad’s a bit awestruck.’

Oh, what the hell… I put my arms around her for a squeeze. ‘Yes, and I want to thank you Lindi. We’d never have found Nikki or Roo without you. I especially want to thank you for Roo,’ and I gave her a fruity smile.

‘Yes, I was so pleased when Jack told me that you two got together. Good for you, Vix.

The house was about to get a little crowded, as my bandmates were also due to arrive. I’d sent them all a message, inviting them over to ‘meet the Chootes’ and they had all responded enthusiastically. Nikki and Jemma had even taken a day off work to be here, as it was a Wednesday.

Mum and Dad had laid on a buffet brunch, and I could tell it was going to be a great social gathering. A band bonding session.

Jemma arrived, looking a little Pendik travestileri nervous as she shook hands with everyone, followed by Nikki, who got a very thorough once-over from Ed. First her tits then, as she turned to greet Lindi, her bum and legs. Honestly, that guy’s such a letch.

Mads was next, and her entrance, wearing leather trousers with a studded belt, and a black vest top with no bra, definitely created a stir. Danny and Ed were both leering gormlessly as they were introduced to her, and Lindi looked almost stunned. Mind you, in the latter case it was a mutual reaction.

Mads and Lindi shook hands cooly, and they eyed each other with a certain twinkle in their eyes. Mads had obviously seen Lindi before — she’s in a famous band, after all — but this was the first time in the flesh and, of course, Mads was completely new to Lindi.

I was watching them with interest. There was at least 15 years between them but, that apart, I thought they were quite similar. Both brunettes, both tall (though Mads is a bit taller) both wonderfully shapely, and both exuding some kind of raw sex-appeal. They seemed to hit it off immediately and were soon in deep conversation. About what, I couldn’t tell, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

I was dragged away from my voyeuristic observations by the arrival of Roo, who was almost like an old family friend by now. She’s universally liked and there were broad smiles all round as she greeted everyone. I switched my observations to appreciating just how popular and gorgeous my girlfriend was and of course I was smiling too.

We enjoyed a good hour of socialising, eating, and chat, before The Chootes became business-like and began gravitating towards the studio, while we Zelmas gravitated towards the kitchen table and the leftover food.

Everyone was very excited, and I had to remind myself that The Chootes are “famous people.” I’ve been brought up with them, so to me they are almost like family (well, Dad IS family) but Nikki, and especially Jemma, were a bit goggle-eyed and breathless.

Mads was full of talk about Lindi, and she already knew things about her that Roo and I didn’t, like her relationship status. She was tucking into a chicken leg when she dropped the bombshell.

‘Yeah, she split from her long-term live-in boyfriend a few years ago and now she’s just having “a lot of fun.” I get the impression she’s like me — a bit bi.’

Dropped jaws all round. Especially for me, and for Nikki. For me, because, despite all my fantasising about Lindi, I’d never really thought she might have lesbian tendencies, and for Nikki, because, as she’d said the other day, Lindi and her mum had been spending a lot of time together. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to recognise the probable… that Lindi and Nikki’s mum were something like “friends with benefits.” Nikki was suddenly quiet and subdued. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to be a fly on the wall when she got home that night.

I kept an eye on her for the next few minutes and she didn’t eat anything or say a word. ‘Are you OK Nikki? You’re very quiet.’ I noticed she had tears in her eyes. She was clearly quite upset.

‘I was thinking about what Mads said, and I think it might be true. Lindi and Mum have been together a lot lately.’

‘Well, that’s not such a bad thing, is it?’ said Mads. ‘Yeh, you might feel a bit betrayed, I get that, but really, if it HAS happened, it’s just a bit of mutual physical affection between two grown women. No-one’s being harmed.’

‘OLD women,’ Nikki spat back, scornfully.

‘Come on, Nikki,’ I said. ‘They’re in their early 40s. They may be old friends, but they are not OLD.’ She just gave me a petulant look.

‘I think Mads is right, Jemma piped up. ‘Let them get on with it, I say.’ If I discovered my mum was doing something like that…yes I’d be a bit shocked, but I think I’d say, not my bag but good for her.’

‘I just don’t get the whole women together thing. Not sexually anyway,’ Nikki railed. ‘No slur on you three, but I just don’t.’

Roo fixed her with a steady eye; ‘And nobody expects you to, Nikki, but some of us have a different view. Maybe your mum has found she does too. My only advice would be to avoid making it a confrontation with her. Don’t make it a fight. There’s no need. Neither of you need that.

‘I guess not… ‘ she looked pensive.

There was no conclusion to this subject, and we moved on to talk about lighter things, but it got me musing. My own view was SO different to Nikki’s, both on what age is OLD and the “whole women together thing.” It’s true I have almost no experience of “straight” sex, but I have never really had any desire or curiosity to learn more. Women are so much more sensual, so much more at ease with intimacy, and so much more beautiful than men.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike men, and I know some lovely ones, but love and sex are not their strong suits. They are more suited to chopping down trees and thumping each other… Sorry, I’m being deliberately mischievous, Travesti pendik but I’m just not wired up to find them sexually attractive.

Women, on the other hand, are made for love and sex. We have all the right responses, and a better understanding of sensuous pleasure. I really think that, if it weren’t for societal conventions and taboos, far more women would be lesbian. Sure, the population would go down, but that would be a good thing in this overcrowded world.

***

Three days after The Chootes’ Wednesday get together, The Zelmas’ had their first all-weekend rehearsal. We gathered on the Saturday morning, intending to spend both days in the studio.

We had two new songs to learn; Salad’s “Drink The Elixir,” and Siouxie and the Banshees’ Beatles cover, “Dear Prudence,” and we intended to end the weekend with a complete run through of our current setlist of 18 songs. A 90 minute gig dry run. Mum and Dad were going to come in and sit through the whole “gig.” An hour and a half is not so long, but Dad reckoned it would be OK for our first pub gigs. We would add more numbers before The Chootes tour, IF we met Dad’s standards by then.

We were excited to reach this point in our development and we were all looking forward to the weekend, but for me the best thing of all was that Mads and Roo were staying from Friday until Monday, and the three of us were going to share the cottage… Oo er!

I was buzzing as I let them into the cottage on Friday evening and we started to get settled in. The cottage, being built of stone walls about five miles thick, tends to be chilly even in summer, so I put the heating on until it was nice and cosy, and we sat wearing very little as we watched TV and sipped wine.

I had on a pair of flip flops, running bottoms, and a skimpy vest top, and Roo wore a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt, with no shoes. She likes to go barefoot quite a lot. When Mads saw how skimpily we were dressed, she said, ‘Hmm, I’d better slip into something more comfortable,’ and she disappeared upstairs to the bedroom, where she’d dumped her big overnight bag. After a few minutes, she re-joined us, now wearing a fantastic loungewear set consisting of matching satin shorts and a wrapover top in black with a subtle purple sheen.

‘Woow!’ ‘Fuckin hell!’ We both burst out when we saw her. Our eyes were almost popping out.

‘You like?’ She asked, striking a provocative pose, and we both nodded, with our mouths gaping. If she was setting out to seduce us, she had made a bloody good start.

She went into the kitchen for another wine and Roo whispered to me ‘Are you horny?’ with a very knowing smirk. I didn’t need to answer her. We were both salivating. Jeeezus, Mads is so sexy.

When she returned, she sat in the armchair (Roo and I were on one of the pair of two-seater sofas) and she reclined with one leg drawn up, almost making us think we might get a glimpse of her sex up the loose legs of her shorts. None of us was wearing a bra, and prominent nipple bumps came as standard.

We were watching a concert by Muse, which was pretty scintillating, but my eyes kept wandering to Mads, and I think Roo’s did too. She was magnetic, and she knew exactly how to play up to our ogglesome glances; moving her legs in subtly seductive ways, and reaching up to pull her hair back, making the shapely swellings of her breasts stretch the thin, shiny fabric of her top beautifully. My God, I should take lessons from her.

She knew exactly what she was doing to us, and she was clearly loving it, but Roo is not one to leave things unsaid, and it wasn’t long before she spoke up, voicing what we were both thinking.

‘Mads?’

‘Hm?’

‘Are you deliberately trying to seduce us, or are you just so fucking sexy you can’t help it?’

She didn’t answer, but a wickedly mischievous smile came over her face and she put a finger between her teeth and just gave a little shimmy of her body. I could tell she was thrilled. She had us well and truly hooked.

‘Roo went on, ‘If this was an experiment, a challenge to yourself to see if you can get the lezzies hot and bothered, I think you’ve succeeded. Now, are you going to do anything about it, or just lounge about looking alluring?

My hand slipped inside my leggings, and Roo followed my lead as we both gazed at Mads expectantly. I’m pretty sure we were having a similar effect on her, and I pushed my waistband down, just enough to expose my pussy, spreading it with two fingers of one hand and circling my clit with the middle finger of the other.

Mads’ face had taken on a look of pure lust, and her hand was now churning lubriciously inside her shorts as Roo and I both lay back, maintaining eye-contact with her, and gave her a brazen pussy show. The tables were turned now. We had her lusting for us, and she couldn’t resist for long.

Matt was singing “Feeling Good” on the TV as Mads got up and walked across to us, swaying her hips to the music as she came. She stood in front of us and, crossing her arms, pulled her top off, revealing her slim but shapely torso and her lush, jouncy breasts. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her shorts and wiggled them down, ever so slowly, revealing that her pussy had a lovely dense tangle of dark pubes. Very womanly. I swallowed hard and I could feel my wetness increasing.

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Mommy Comforts Her Heartbroken Son

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My mom stood before me in a tight, short, thigh-high, pink bathrobe. The fleece material clung to her body as if it was two sizes too small, showing me the curves at her waist, the bump of her fat ass and the heft of her big tits. She was thick and beautiful.

It was late, 1 a.m., and only the back hall light was on. The house was quiet. I was an hour late of making curfew.

She crossed her arms, perking up her tits. I knew then that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her body had always seemed to force me to sneak glances at her. Her short skirts, tight pants, slim v-necks, thin slips and snug dresses all gave me glimpses of her in ways a son shouldn’t see his mother.

“Why the fuck are you an hour late?” she asked. “We said midnight.”

I stared at her. She was fired up, aggressive and pissed. Why was she so adorable when she was pissed?

“Kacy broke up with me.” Embarrassingly, the words came out far more broken than I’d intended.

Her shoulders sank. “Oh my God.” Her tone had changed, just like that she was in mom-mode. Comfort-mode. “Are you okay? What happened?”

It had been a devastating night and my emotions were shot. A single tear ran down my face. I turned away to hide it but it was too late. She’d noticed. My mom rushed to me and wrapped me up in her arms, her subtle perfume hit me as I gave in and embraced the hug.

“Did she give you a reason?” she whispered.

“She cheated.”

I felt her entire upper body drop with an exhale, a, sort of, sigh of disappointment. My mother had done a lot for Kacy over the year we’d been together, so, this betrayal didn’t just hit me.

She inhaled and I felt her chest rise against mine. She was almost petite in my grasp; twice my age and half the height, I’d used to joke.

Her right hand caressed through the back of my hair, while the other pushed at my back, keeping us together.

I thought of Kacy, imagined her with that other guy, naked in his arms, her, never again in my own. Did she suck him off? Did he go down on her? Did he bend her over, fuck her ass, cum inside? My racing mind was in a free fall, spiraling into a pit of despair. I was angry, embarrassed and hurt. But this comfort that I held felt good, felt right. I had a beautiful woman embracing me, and her intoxicating scent, subtle cute breaths and tight form got my blood flowing.

I moved my hands to her waist, something she usually never allowed me to do. But this time, she didn’t pull away. I squeezed my grip, trying to invoke the usual response, the one that always made her give me that disapproving look. But no, she let me, and now, the fact that I’d crossed this barrier and held her the same way I know she’d seen me hold Kacy … it made my dick rise, which made my heart jump. I breathed her in, focused on her body pressing against mine and let my dick fill, grow and push against her stomach.

I moved my hands to her upper back as I felt my cock, literally, pulsing, throbbing against her. I knew she knew. How could she not? The fact that she still hadn’t pulled away, broke from her visibly turned-on son, made my cock rock hard, harder than morning wood. I pulled my chin from her shoulder and looked into her eyes. God she was cute, so pretty and elegant. I was tired of denying it, of fighting how sexy she was. I kissed her forehead. She let me. I kissed her cheek. She actually let me.

As my cock nearly erupted, I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her feet from the floor. I put her back against the nearby wall as my dick sunk between her legs; she instinctively wrapped them around me. Then I heard it. Her voice came out soft as she breathed through her words.

“You need to stop.”

My heart sank. My head dropped to her shoulder. “Put me down, honey,” she said. “This can’t happen.”

I kissed her neck, kissed her chest at the break in her robe and kissed her chin.

As she started to speak, my lips met hers and we kissed. My hands slid up her muş escort robe and it was then I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The kiss was long, a bit wet and her lips felt fuller than I ever remembered them seeming. When we pulled away our lips separated loudly.

I was lost in her eyes and that, nearly, pouty look on her face. She didn’t make a move, nor did she give me another command. We just stared at each other until I leaned in. She pushed forward and … we kissed again.

The kisses now were short, quick bursts, somehow aggressive, yet loving. I wondered how long it’d been since she was fucked, since she’d cum.

I rubbed the bulge in my jeans against her bare pussy, but I rubbed too hard and she jumped and pulled her lips from mine. “Careful, baby,” she whispered. “I don’t have anything on under this.”

I kissed her again. “Sorry,” I whispered. “Let me make you feel better.”

I lowered her body, setting her feet back on the floor. I dropped to my knees, spread her thighs and pushed my face into her soft dark bush; I breathed it in; its scent … luscious, inviting lavender. I put my mouth into mommy’s warm, comforting pussy lips, her beautiful labia, like folds and strips of delicate satin. I sucked her entire vulva as if I wanted to swallow it; i lapped at those lips and power-flicked her clit with my tongue. This was the same pussy I was birthed from; the thought made my dick swell tighter and I gripped at her plump, perky asscheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart. I used my entire mouth to work at mommy’s cunt, listening to her whispered moans and loud breaths. When my tongue slipped inside her and I forced it deep, my upper lip pressing on her clit, she tilted back her head, held her breath, then released it, exhaling through a surprisingly loud shuttering orgasm, her fingers grabbing and pulling at my hair.

Her chest heaved and her legs and hands trembled. She pulled me to my feet, then pressed her face against mine and, inadvertently, intimately breathed into my mouth. “What are we doing?” she asked through deep breaths. “What the fuck am I doing?”

I kissed her lips. I didn’t stop kissing her. My hands untied her robe and I opened it. Her body was tight, fit and beautifully pale. I ran my fingers from her hips to her stomach, then cupped her big, soft breasts, breasts I’d secretly dreamt of seeing for years.

Her lips tasted like faded peppermint, working against mine, falling between them, their subtle wetness pulling me in until, finally, our tongues met.

She gasped when my palms brushed over her hard nipples; I massaged them, then pinched them hard enough to make her moan into my mouth.

As our tongues twisted together, her hands fumbled with my jeans. She unbuttoned them. I felt her hand dip into my boxers and when she gripped my cock and balls, I burst cum all over her arm.

We stopped kissing.

“I swear I’ve never cum too early before,” I said, lowering my head in a bout of defeat.

Her expression didn’t change. She didn’t smile, wasn’t awkward or disappointed. She didn’t miss a beat. She was determined. “Cumming is exactly what I want you doing, baby,” she whispered in my ear. “I take is as a compliment.”

Her tongue went back into my mouth and my dick came out of my pants. She spread her thighs and I pushed the dripping head of my cock against her cunt as our fluids mixed. She guided it. The feel of her wet lips rushing over my head as she tried to get it into position was a touch that no girl of mine ever possessed; this pussy was special. I felt my dick push into her and her entire cunt spread around me, her vaginal walls gripped my cock like she was comforting me all over again, the way only a mother could. The heat her pussy radiated over my shaft burned like hot oil. Soft wet tingles enveloped my cock as if she’d taken a fucking vibrator to it.

I thrust my rod deep.

“Yes, baby. That’s it,” nazilli escort she said, no longer bothering to whisper.

I stretched up into her, expanding further, widening, forcing her flesh to open around me, deeper, harder.

“Just like that, sweetie.” She brought her hands to my face and held me there. My dick jumped as I looked at the flawless beauty in her face, her perfect complexion, her cute nose and lush lips. “Fuck your mommy, baby. Fuck me.” She rested her head on my shoulder.

I thrusted so hard that her feet momentarily lifted from the flooring.

“Harder baby,” she whispered.

I slammed her back against the wall, picked up her legs and fucked that pussy in a way I’d never fucked Kacy’s. As I picked up momentum, the head of my dick pounded her cunt, slipping from her lips, then slamming all the way to her cervix. The sounds of wet pumps and sloppy hits filled the house. I punished her pussy far beyond any punishment she’d ever given me. My balls slapped and smacked the skin beneath her as each aggressive pump sent her juices dripping down my thighs. I kept pounding, not giving a fuck if it hurt her and I took in a mouthful of tit. I sucked at the nipple like I needed mommy’s milk. She held me against her breast, pushing more of her plump flesh into my mouth.

“Fucking bite it, baby,” she commanded as she slipped the robe from her shoulders and I held her naked, fit body.

I did as I was told and delicately, yet, aggressively bit at her nipple and areola. I sucked it, then bit it again, a repetition that had her nodding her head at me. I sucked mommy’s other tit, working my mouth while simultaneously fucking her so hard that her fat ass jiggled in my hands.

She orgasmed, stifling a scream into my shoulder, but I didn’t stop fucking her. I bounced her on my cock, watching her head bob, her big tits smack and flop, her shoulders rise and fall. Her lips locked onto mine and I let her mouth reward me for making her cum again. I sucked at her tongue and when I heard her whimper and moan–the cutest moan I’d ever heard–my cock burst inside her and I pumped mommy full of my white hot cum. I sucked her lower lip as I spurted shot after shot deep into her, wanting her in every way imaginable, wanting to dominate her further, needing her to always be my girl, feeling more like a man than I ever had before. Good loving moms have a different way with their sons; I understood this now.

We stayed frozen for a time, my cock inside her, her pussy clenching around my shaft every few seconds, my dick still leaking juice into her. When I pulled back, we kissed again.

As I carefully pulled myself from her pussy, she dropped to her knees, her face mere inches from the tip of my dick. I watched her as she sucked it into her mouth. She worked her tongue around the head, tightened her lips around the shaft and deep-throated my cock. Her hands pulled at my pants and underwear, dropping them to the floor and she gripped both my bare asscheeks, then squeezed tightly. I watched her head dip and pump, push and pull. When she picked up pace, I gripped her head and forced her to suck faster. I watched her ass, slightly lifting from her ankles when she’d go deep and when her movements made her tits jiggle, I lost control and exploded in mommy’s mouth; the soft, muffled moans that came from her as I filled her up had me spurting continuously as I stared into her pretty eyes.

She swallowed twice, then pulled her mouth off my cock.

I held her hands and helped her to her feet, then wrapped her bare body in my arms. We stood there for a time in our embrace, listening to the nearby clock tick away the night. It felt right, having her this way.

I lifted her chin, once more, and kissed her lips, then stripped off my shirt and threw it to the floor; I felt the weight of her big tits press tightly against my chest. When my cock rose between her thighs, I grabbed nevşehir escort her hand and led her to my bedroom. My fingers clicked the door’s lock into place, then switched on the lamp–its light half smothered by a torn-up t-shirt draped over the shade. I watched my mother slip into my bed, under the covers. I crawled in after her, pushed her onto her back, and climbed on top of her. My penis penetrated easily, even without her fingers guiding the tip, then I kissed at her shoulders, chest and neck. She breathed heavily and her hands gripped my hips as if she was afraid she’d lose me. I worked my dick deep and slow, taking my time to fuck her right.

With each pump into her cunt and every “I love you” that she whispered, my pace quickened, my grip on her body tightened and my aggression grew. Before long our sounds carried throughout the house, and, just like she liked it, I pounded and fucked mommy into the mattress.

When I knew I couldn’t last much longer, I pulled out and closed her legs tightly together; I bent her knees, pushed her onto her side and, from behind, buried my face in her ass and pussy. As I ate her cream and cum, I pushed my tight wet cock in between the soft arches of her combined bare feet; she kept them there, closed around my rod and I fucked them. The sensation, enhanced due to her juices still lubricating my cock, was similar to a titty-fuck, only firmer, with more of a rough grip on my tool. My penis thumped between her feet with quick, sharp hits, using the friction between us to heat and knead my tip.

As I tasted her asshole, lapped up her juices and sensually bit at her cherry lips, I ran my fingers all the way up her smooth legs, squeezing handfuls of her plump thighs, listening to her audible expressions align to my tongue’s aggressive actions. A spark stirred within me that got my pulse pumping, a fiery burst between my legs, building, rising. When mommy reached back and forced my face deep into her ass, she came in my mouth, and the sweet taste made me climax, ejaculating all over her ankles, feet and toes.

***

There we lay–spooning together, my chest at her back–after committing our small crime. My fingers traced there way, up and down her spine. We were quiet and exhausted. Her flowery scent filled my nose and her pussy’s taste, still on my tongue. I pushed my throbbing hard dick into her asscrack. I applied more pressure, letting her know what I wanted. She reached down and pulled open her asscheeks. The hot feel of a tight asshole stretching around my cock could never get old; my mom’s, believe it or not, was tighter than Kacy’s. My dickhead inched its way into mommy’s perfect fat ass. I moved glacially slow, wanting it to feel good for her, not painful. I could tell she’d never taken it in the ass before; I was her first. She gasped when my entire cock broke in and slid deep. I grabbed a handful of that ass, squeezed it tight enough to burst a few capillaries, and I butt-fucked my mother.

My cock drilled her, and my hands spanked her hard enough to leave welts. Between the thrusts and slaps, her ass couldn’t stop shaking, jiggling. Her asshole clenched around my shaft, so tightly that I felt the extra pressure in my dickhead. She covered her mouth and screamed through the pleasure. Her body stretched, toes curling, and she reached back to grip my left arm with a fury; as she burst with an adorable orgasm, she matched my lower half’s steady, rhythmic motions. My mom’s voice trembled slightly as she begged me to pack her tighter. I did so, using all my strength to make sure she’d feel this fuck for days. Her orgasm stretched on, carrying beyond the limits of what I’d ever seen with any one of my girls. Mommy’s beat-red cheeks clapped around my cock as she took over the work and stroked me off with her pink little hole.

As I watched her ass bounce for me, my cock swelled, stretching her hole further and I pushed in deep, blowing cum up her ass. I kept fucking her as I blew, filling her, spurt after spurt, her cheeks vibrating with every hump.

When I pulled my cum-covered cock out of her ass and fell back to the bedsheets, she positioned herself between my legs, and my beautiful mommy, so loving and pretty, sucked it clean.

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On a Long and Lonesome Highway

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Here is my attempt at a slow burn lesbian romance. I will not be doing a sequel to this. No sex until towards the end. I did mention that it was a slow burn. Feel free to do any spin-offs you wish but reference this story in the introduction or somewhere else if you do. It should be obvious where my inspiration came from. Just look up the song. Turn the Page. No, not the whole song, just the first stanza.

Long and Lonesome Highway:

On a long and lonesome highway, East of Omaha, you can listen to the engine moanin’ out his one note song. Actually, dudes, I’m nowhere near Omaha. I’m actually somewhere in Arizona. As usual, I’m in the sleeper compartment of my rig, getting ready to sack out for the night. It was a pretty good day today. I put over 700 miles in my mirror. I made good time and didn’t encounter any idiots on the road today. I should make my destination by noon tomorrow, then I’ve got another load to pick up and head back East. Who knows, maybe I will actually go to Omaha this time. Anywhere but — THERE! Sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking of that. It begins to bring the darkness back to me.

I’ve been getting better, though. I haven’t thought about THERE in a while. I think that what brought it back to me was at the truck stop I’m parked in for the night. It was kind of late when I pulled in, so I figured I’d get some dinner before crashing out. There was a new waitress tonight. I’ve been here several times before, but this was the first time I have seen her. She was pretty, gorgeous even. Long blonde hair, sparkling light blue eyes. A figure with so many hairpin curves that it would be a slow drive to check them all out. Very friendly too. She was even flirting with me. Yeah, not going there. She was probably just doing it to increase her tips. She’s probably just like all the other ones. She even reminded me of — HER. I think that’s what is bringing the darkness back again.

It probably wasn’t hard for her to suspect that I’m gay. I don’t really hide it. No point really. Not that I’ve done anything about it for the last 10-years. I tried a couple times, but every time I just saw — HER. Laughing. Taunting. Yes, I’ve told you guys all about that before. Several times. I won’t repeat it tonight. I watched as she was flirting with all the other truckers in the diner as well. She was just like all the rest. Flirting gets better tips. She didn’t care about me. No one cares about me.

Thought about maybe going into the bar next door. There’s a problem with bars, though. Bars have people in them. A diner is OK. I get my own both and I am left alone. Usually. Bastards wouldn’t even let me back in after I paid for the window I throw that asshole out of. Fuck it. They had lousy food anyway. Bars are different. Assholes see an attractive woman drinking alone and automatically think she needs some company. If I did, it wouldn’t be them.

That’s all for tonight. Catch ya tomorrow — probably.

Lonesome signing off.

I clicked to post it to my blog, then shut down my laptop. I have no idea if anyone actually reads it. I really don’t care, that’s not the point of it. I write it because a therapist I saw a couple of times suggested that maybe writing my thoughts down would help. Who knows. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter. It’s just something that I do. Maybe there’s someone out there that reads it and feels better knowing that their life isn’t nearly as shitty as mine is. Regulations state that I need to be off for 10 hours before driving again. I should probably get some sleep. I got out of the truck to smoke my last cigarette of the day. Once that was done, it was time to rack out.

Tasha:

God, what a long day it was. Waiting tables in the diner of that miserable truck stop. Pretending to be friendly and flirting with all the customers there, just to get better tips from them. Sure, there were a lot of nice guys there, but there were a significant portion of complete assholes. Over the last month that I had been working there, I had learned very quickly how to move to avoid the roaming hands that targeted my ass. Perverts. God, I hated that. On the upside, at least my abusive former boyfriends would never find me here. There was one nice thing today. A trucker that I had never seen before came in. She was fucking gorgeous. Long red hair, lithe body, beautiful face, moved like a panther stalking her prey. OK, so the boyfriend was a mistake on multiple levels. Not only was he an abusive cheating asshole, but even going out with him in the beginning had been a bad idea. It was mainly to convince myself that I wasn’t really a lesbian. I found out that I actually am, thus the two days in the hospital when I tried to break up with him. I left town two days before he was released from the county jail.

Anyway, back to the woman. I stopped dead in my tracks the instant she walked in. I don’t know what it was about her, but she just caught my full attention. I prayed, and God actually answered my prayers as she sat in my section. It wasn’t until I got to kartal travesti her table to hand her a menu that I saw it. She looked up at me, and I saw a deep sorrowness in her deep green eyes. She did smile at me, and she responded to my flirting, be there was no real depth to it. It was as if she was just trying to humor me. In reality, she would have been the only one that I would have meant it with. If she would have offered, I would have beaten her back to the cab of her truck, or taken her to the trailer I was renting behind the Truckstop. Fuck it, I would have drug her to one of the rooms in the attached motel.

Oh well. Such is life. I’ll probably never see her again. With resignation, I opened my computer and went online. I pulled up one of my favorite sites. It was a blog I had stumbled onto a few months ago. I was surprised that there were over 1,000 followers to it. I don’t know what it was, but it captured my imagination. There was never anything that could remotely identify the writer. There were a few photos of highway scenery, and you could see the Kenworth logo on the front of the truck, but not a single picture of the rest of the truck or her. Yes, it was definitely a her that wrote it. Either that, or a guy with a fantastic imagination.

Awesome! A new post. I began not read. She started it out with the same line as every other post. ‘On a lonely lonesome highway…..’ As I read the post, two things struck me. First, she mentioned that she had never seen the waitress before. I can assure you that I had never before seen the red-haired, green-eyed goddess that came in today before either. That makes me pretty sure that she had never seen me before either. I definitely would have remembered that. The second thing was that she mentioned being in Arizona. No, that would just be way too much of a coincidence. I was impossible. There were millions of miles of roads in this country. Thousands of miles just here in Arizona. True, women are only a small percentage of truck drivers, especially solo drivers, but there are still thousands of them out there. The odds of my redheaded beauty being the same Lonesome that had captured my fantasies with her words were just too astronomical to comprehend. Still, one can imagine, can’t they? My vibrator sure agreed with me that night.

Lonesome:

On a long and lonesome highway, East of Omaha, you can listen to the engine moanin’ out his one note song. Hi again. Another day on the road. Nope. Still not anywhere near Omaha. I’m on a lonely highway in Nevada. I passed a few brothels on the way. Had a fleeting thought of stopping and seeing if any of them did women, but I just kept driving. I can’t do one-night stands. Then again, I can’t seem to do relationships either. Relationships mean pain. They cut out your heart and soul.

I thought about that waitress again today. It’s been a month since I’ve been to that Truckstop. I wonder if she’s still there. Maybe I’ll take that rout on my way to drop this load. It’s not really that far out of my way. Probably better if I just avoid that place all together. Nothing good could come from that. Just another broken piece of me left behind. I don’t have that many pieces left to lose. I don’t know. Something seems to be pulling me back there. I can’t seem to get her out of my mind.

Anyway, this was a short one tonight. Time to rack out. Need to be on the road early tomorrow.

Lonesome

As it is every night, I had one more cigarette and climbed into my bunk. For some reason, that cute little blonde at the diner simply wouldn’t leave my mind.

Tasha:

It’s been three months since I saw her. I still can’t get her out of my mind. I asked a couple of the people I work with if they knew anything about her. Marge, the senior waitress here warned me off of her. Marge is in her 50s and has been here forever. “Leave that one alone. I don’t know what happened to her, but she is damaged goods. You don’t want anything to do with her.”

Well, that didn’t help anything. No one even knew her name. She never used a card, always paying in cash. Her fuel purchases were done through a corporate card that didn’t even have her name on it. I was trying to forget about her, but I just couldn’t. I know it was stupid of me. Seriously, I worked in a Truckstop out in the middle of nowhere. The odds were that I would most likely never see her again. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how much longer I was going to be here. The longer I stayed, the better the chances that Andy would find me. I had heard from of few of my friends that I still had contact with that he was still looking for me, and he was PISSED that I left.

Anyway, enough obsessing over a woman I had seen exactly once in my life. Time to start obsessing over the woman who had stolen my soul with her words. I smiled as I opened the door to the trailer I was staying in and looked forward to a new post from Lonesome.

Lonesome:

On a long and lonesome highway, East of Omaha, you can listen to the engine moanin’ out his kartal travestileri one note song. Sorry for not posting yesterday. Had some trouble and needed to get the fuck out of Dodge. Instead of finishing my dinner and racking out in the sleeper, I scrambled out of the diner, fired up my rig and drove across two states to put some distance between myself and the catastrophe. Not sure how badly hurt those three guys were, but I wasn’t gonna take any chances. Yes, they deserved it, but you can never tell what the legal system will do. Fuckers. Yeah, my military training came in handy yesterday. Not that they will ever see this, but a shout-out of thanks to the five drivers that pulled out of the stop with me to help mask my escape. Thanks, dudes. No idea if it actually helped, but better safe than sorry. Anyway, that’s another stop I can never go back to. Need to avoid the whole area from now on. Shit, I really liked that Truckstop too.

That’s it for now. Been running for over 20-hours. Time to hit the bunk. I’m gonna have to do some creative writing in my logbook tomorrow.

Lonesome

After posting, I climbed out of my rig for my last cigarette of the night. I was still pissed at what happened. I would say that I don’t know why I did it, but that would be a lie. I know exactly why I beat the fuck out of those three guys. I’ve never liked bullies to begin with. True, I’ve gotten pretty damned good at minding my own business and not getting involved, but I just couldn’t walk away from this one. They were hassling that cute waitress. They were trying to force her to leave with them. It sounded like one of them was an old boyfriend coming to take her back with him. She obviously didn’t want to go. He had two goons with him for backup. Fuckers were big, but they had exactly zero training in combat. I had been an MP for 4-years in the worst hellhole on the planet. I took every training class on hand-to-hand combat that I could. OK, I could have simply just put them down and left it at that, but I got pissed. The rage that was usually set to low simmer blew up into a full rolling boil. Most people would probably be OK with a simple defense of another person. DA’s tend to frown on it when you go far beyond simply defending someone. Applying a calculated painful and damaging beating to someone that you have already incapacitated is something that the legal system frowns on.

Oh, about those five guys that gave me the distraction. After seeing the destruction I had rained down on those three assholes, I figured I had best get as much distance between myself and any cops that were going to be arriving soon. I figured that someone had called 911. As I left the diner, I saw five other guys following me out. My first thought was that they were either more friends of theirs, or that they were going to try and detain me until the cops showed up. When I I got to the edge of the parking lot, I spun around to face them. I probably wasn’t going to beat all five of them, but I would make damned sure that they paid dearly for whatever they tried to do.

“Easy there.” The one in the lead said, holding his hands up in front of himself. “We just figured that six rigs leaving at the same time would make it harder for anyone to identify a single truck than that single truck leaving alone. We get out of sight of this place, then you can turn off and head wherever you need to go. Them boys deserved what they got. We just want to help you out a bit.”

Well, that kind of surprised me, but I would take the assist from them. I nodded my thanks and turned to my rig. I was the fourth truck in the line leaving the stop heading West. 10-miles down the road, I gave two blasts of my horn, waved my gratitude and took the exit. I drove to the next highway heading East and put the hammer down. Let them look West. I was heading in the other direction. Just another lone truck on the lonely lonesome highway.

Oh well, I sighed as I stubbed out the butt of my cigarette with the toe of my boot. She was straight anyway. Not like there was ever a chance in hell of anything happening anyway. Just another fantasy for a lonely wanderer destined to roam alone. I climbed back into my steel shell and got ready for another night of peaceful oblivion.

Tasha:

It’s been one hell of a couple days. To start with, the beautiful redhaired trucker was back. I was happy to see her, but I still haven’t gotten her name. She only said that ‘Hon’ would do. That’s what I called her the first time I saw her. I had come up to her table and said, “What can I get for ya, Hon?” Hon is short for Honey. It’s my standard greeting for customers when I don’t know their name. She ordered a staple of Truck stops across the country — Chicken Fried Steak. She had commented that ours was the best she had ever had. Unfortunately, the day went completely to shit moments later.

I had just set her order down. I was checking on one of my other tables, when I heard the voice that I hoped to never hear again.

“Hello, Tash. travesti kartal You were hard to find. I’ve come to take you home again.”

I spun around in dread. There he was. Andy. All 6’1″, 195-pounds of lean muscle. Worse yet, Greg and Henry, his two muscle-bound neanderthal friends were standing behind him.

“Andy. I broke up with you after you put me in the hospital. I’m not going anywhere with you. We’re finished!” I replied back.

“Nonsense. You are coming home with me. Sluts don’t break up with me, I break up with them. Now, you can come easy, or I’m gonna drag your ass out of here. Also, I told Greg and Henry that you would be thanking them properly for taking the time to help you get back home. They’ve been anticipating that all the way here.”

Oh fuck. I was in trouble. I glanced around. It was a really slow evening. Other than the redhead, there were a half dozen other truckers, but they were out of shape and would be no match against these three. There was also a family at one of the far booths. No help there. I’m sure Marge would call 911, but it would take too long for the police to get here unless I was lucky enough for a sheriff or highway patrol to be close already. I was not feeling particularly luck at the moment.

“Hey Dickless. She said she doesn’t want anything to do with you, so why don’t you and the two brainless meatheads with you just ooze back under whatever rock slime like you comes from.”

I couldn’t believe it. The redheaded trucker had stood up and threw the gauntlet down at their feet. She was a bit tall at 5’8″ and lean. She always wore jeans and loose shirts, so I had no idea if she was muscular, but she didn’t seem fat. She also moved with the grace of a panther stalking prey. It didn’t matter; she had no chance against even one of these guys, and I knew them well enough to know that they wouldn’t even give her that chance.

All three of them laughed. “Well, this is an added bonus. Greg, Henry, why don’t you tow invite her to come along as well. After all, it’s a long trip back, and two sluts will be more entertaining than one.”

She was standing about 10-feet away. After Adam finished talking, I saw an evil smirk cross her face. She was about to get manhandled, kidnapped and raped by those two Neanderthals, and she was actually excited about it. How sick could she be? After Greg and Henry had taken their second step towards her, she moved. It wasn’t the move I expected. She should have turned and ran. Instead, she moved towards us. I saw her first movement, then the acceleration. Do you remember those old Loony Toons cartoons? The ones with the Tasmanian Devil? Whenever he moves, it’s in a whirlwind. Yeah, that’s what I was reminded of. She was so fast, that it was over almost before it started. In seconds, those two goons were on the floor, barely conscious. Then, she turned back to Andy.

“You and your two butt-buddies need a lesson in respecting women. This won’t be an easy lesson for you three, but, in the end, you will either have learned to respect women, or you will be so terrified of them that you turn to fucking guys.”

With that, she moved in. It was horrifying to watch. She was methodical and absolutely brutal. Andy tried his best, but he never landed a single blow. She knew exactly what she was doing and made it as painful as possible. When she was done, all three of them were curled up on the floor, moaning in agony.

She turned and walked back to her table. With a heavy sigh, she took one mouthful of her food, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, dropped it on the table and walked towards the door. The last thing I heard before she got to the door was her sad voice saying, “Damn. Really going to miss the food here.”

As she left, I saw five other truckers follow her out. Through the door, it looked like another confrontation was about to take place, but then they all turned and walked to their trucks.

“Jimmy!” Marge called out. “We still have that old broken video recorder for the security cameras laying around?”

“Yeah. I was about to toss it out but hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” He replied.

“Good. Take the new recorder out and hide it somewhere. Put the broken one back in its place. Hurry it up, we don’t have much time.” She ordered.

Marge then turned to everyone else. “Now, I know what y’all THINK ya might have seen. The thing is, that wasn’t what really happened. What REALLY happened, is that these three assholes came in here and insulted a woman that was with a group of bikers that were getting ready to leave. The bikers took exception to that, and six of those big bikers bear the ever-lovin’-shit out of these three lowlifes. They were all men that beat them. When they got done beatin’ these three, they went out, got on their Harleys and rode off. Now, did that clear up everything?”

Everyone nodded their acceptance. There was just one question. “What about them? Won’t they tell the cops something different than what we say?” One person asked.

“You think these guys want everyone knowing they got their asses handed to them by some skinny girl? Besides, I plan on having it explained to them that if they don’t go along with our story, the next beating they get will actually be by a dozen or more bikers, and it won’t be nearly as painless.” Marge explained.

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I was sitting in my apartment just off campus during the winter break, relaxing, happy that classes were done, and since I had the day off from work, I was being a bum, lounging in my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. All my apartment mates had gone back home for a couple weeks, but I decided to stay at school, intending to visit home during Christmas, but all together done with the past and what my hometown would bestow upon me.

As I mindlessly watched Sportscenter, there was an unexpected knock on the door. I begrudgingly left my comfortable place on the couch, attending to the knock. Opening the door, I stood wide-eyed in disbelief. Standing there with a giddy smile on her face and a small bag in her hand was my ex-girlfriend, Lori.

“Surprise babe! I have missed you so much.”

With that she threw her arms up over my shoulders hugging me tight to her. The smell of her shampoo was startlingly familiar, agitating my cock immediately. Her body felt divine, and her hot breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. I half-heartedly returned her hug and then pulled back looking at her with disbelief. Doubt, fear, and pain swirled in my mind as a flood of buried feelings surged forward.

“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in? It has been too long, and I just needed to see you. My semester ended last week and when I went over to your house, your mom told me you were staying at school and just coming home Christmas Day. So, I decided to surprise you. I have missed you so much babe. Have you missed me?”

Still dumbfounded, I moved my right leg back and opened my right arm to allow Lori in the apartment. With doubt, confusion, and angst swirling in my mind, I stupidly stood, as if I had just been caught with a right hook. (What the fuck is she doing here? After all this time? After what she did to me? Fuck, fuck, fuck,). My stomach tightened and began to form the hollow ball of emptiness deep inside again. All my insecurities, doubts, and pain flooded back, consuming my thoughts, clouding my mind, rendering me speechless.

Although it was 10 am, I immediately went to the fridge grabbed a beer, taking a long chug, then offering Lori a drink.

“Would you like some lemonade, milk, white wine, beer, water?”

“Oh, no, I am good, but I certainly want to know all about your fall semester.”

Lori was sitting on the couch, legs crossed in front of her Indian style, with the crotch of her shorts pulled tight up against her, outlining that succulent pussy of hers. Her pussy brought me so much pleasure, tasted so sweet, but also constantly haunted me when she left. Even though I was caught reminiscing about her succulent pussy, I was cognizant enough to sit in the chair opposite her.

Pouting, Lori asked, “Don’t you want to sit near me?” Pausing, staring at me with those deep blue eyes, she continued. “But, I get it, it is a lot to take in all at once. I know I hurt you babe and that I really have no right to ask, but have you been thinking about me?”

“Lori, I, well, I, hmmmm, let’s just take it slow. I am not really comfortable discussing all that happened just now. How about we just ease into that subject.”

We talked for roughly three hours, ordering a pizza, laughing and filling each other in on our lives. Lori told me about Aaron, the guy she “loved” and dumped me for and I informed Lori about Simone, my girlfriend.

“I am really happy for you Rick. You deserve to be happy, but there is no doubt that you and I still have a connection. You can’t even bring yourself to sit near me.”

With that, she walked over to me, sat on my lap, placing her arms around my neck. She kissed me deeply and in a moment of weakness, I returned her kiss. All the old feelings came back, flooding my senses, taking me back five months previous, making love, cuddling, reveling in each other and our love.

Snapping out of my reminiscing, I found clarity, abruptly standing up, with Lori sliding off of my lap and onto the floor.

“Lori, like I said, I have a girlfriend. Yes, I still care for you deeply, but I am not going to cheat on her like you did to me. I would never want to put anyone through the pain that I felt. It is not right, and Simone is too good of a person.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, but I am not going to stop trying. Do you mind if I hang out with you for a bit? I have enjoyed your company, and I certainly do want to work on repairing our relationship, even if it is just as friends.”

Although I knew it was out of weakness and ill-advised, I agreed and we went back to talking, laughing, and having some drinks together. I drank beer while Lori drank some white wine.

Around 4:00, Simone walked into the apartment after a day at work. She was staying here since none of my roommates were around. She immediately looked at Lori, then at me, then back at Lori. She scowled, knowing exactly who Lori was. I could tell that she was a bit disappointed in me since I did not tell Lori to leave immediately, but she also knew the impact that Lori had on me, even though we had not been in contact for five months, and this fact was not lost on Simone.

“Simone, hhhey, th-th-this is …”

“I Beylikdüzü travesti know who the fuck this is. This is that stupid ass bitch who dumped your ass. This is the cunt who fucked around on you and broke your heart. She is the one who made you a shell of who you really are. This is fucking Lori.”

Taken aback, staring into Simone’s dark brown eyes, I knew to shut up. Simone was beautiful, articulate, intelligent, and her athletic honey brown, 5′ 8″ body was like no other. Her legs were long, her body lithe, and her breasts a solid C cup Her black hair was usually pulled back in a bun, making my black Goddess appear more intimidating than needed. She carried herself with grace, class, and dignity, usually hiding behind glasses and conservative clothes which hid her gorgeous ass and beautiful body. Conversely, Lori was roughly 5′ 5″, blond, with pouty lips, blue eyes, and D cup tits, along with a plump, but not as shapely ass. She usually dressed in provocative clothes, always teasing, always advertising, always seeking attention. Lori was an average student, more concerned with herself and her needs, and not as worldly a thinker as Simone. Where Simone was aware of current world and national events, Lori was concerned with the latest sale at the local mall.

Simone walked over to Lori, who was sitting indignantly. The smug look on Lori’s face suggested she knew the impact she still had on me, knew all she needed was time, and assumed this new woman was no test for her and not a challenge.

“So bitch, you thought you could come back and claim your ex? You thought that he would cave in and grovel at your feet? You finally realized what you are missing and now you want him back.”

“N-n-n-nooo, that isn’t….”

Before Lori could say another word, Simone smacked her hard across the face.

“Shut the fuck up bitch. I know why you are here!”

Lori tried to speak again, but Simone smacked her even harder on the same cheek and then smacked her hard on her right cheek.

“I said shut the fuck up bitch! You fucked Rick over for the last time and I am going to make damn sure that you have no chance of taking him from me, not a short, fat assed, airhead with a C average and even worse taste in men. I know all about how you cheated, fucked over, and then left Rick. Rick and I were friends before we fucked, so, he shared everything with me. It’s more than I can say for your slutty ass who will fuck any swinging dick that looks her Smurf looking ass way.”

With that, Simone grabbed a handful of Lori’s hair, pulled her up off of the couch, and shoved her to the ground.

“Why don’t you just kneel here by the couch, as that is where you belong. It is strange that you came to visit on a weekend, with an overnight bag, hmmmm, bitch, you sure you are not trying to steal my man?”

I had never heard Simone speak this way, let alone act as she was. She had gone primal, and like a feral cat, she was protecting her turf. I was enthralled with this side of this beautiful woman. Amazed at her aggressiveness, forceful nature, and tenacity, my cock reacted in kind by growing rigid and rock hard as I watched Simone belittle and degrade my ex.

“Rick, get your ass over here, pull those pajamas off, and sit on the couch. Let this cunt see what she is missing.”

I quickly complied with Simone’s directive, sitting down with my cock at full attention, harder, if possible, from Simone’s surfacing dominance.

Looking down at Lori, she pointedly stated, “I can’t believe you would let go of a man like Rick. At least you could have found someone bigger or more satisfying, but no, you decided to fuck around with less worthy men. Well, my little blond bitch, you are not claiming this cock back. It is all mine.”

Lori dropped her eyes, but Simone yanked on the fist of hair she still held and slapped Lori again.

“Bitch, you will watch everything that happens, and if you do not follow my directions completely, then you will think those slaps are love taps. Am I clear?”

Tears began to stream down Lori’s face, but she obediently shook her head, affirming that she understood Simone. During this entire interaction, I was rock hard, pre-cum already leaking from my cock. I had never seen this side of Simone, the aggressiveness, the possessiveness, the power, and the dominance. At that very moment, the last vestiges of my desire for Lori disappeared. Simone then stripped, knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth, licking its length, sucking the head, and driving halfway down it while swirling her tongue on it. Simone took my cock out of her mouth and addressed Lori.

“How the fuck could you be so stupid as to give up such a nice cock. He is long and thick. In fact, his cock is perfect, eight inches long and a circumference of six inches. Moreover, he knows how to use it. He tastes amazing, not all funky like some men, and he eats pussy better than any man I have ever encountered.”

Lori just stared straight ahead, lost in space, not saying a word, shocked.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Bitch, when I ask you a question, you will Beylikdüzü travestiileri answer it. What the fuck were you thinking giving up this fine hunk of cock? You must be one stupid cunt.”

“I, I, I, uhhhhh, yes, I am a stupid cunt. Rick has the best cock I have ever experienced. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Clearly you weren’t, but your ignorance is my reward. Now just kneel there and see how a real woman shows appreciation for her man.”

Simone immediately took the entirety of my cock down her throat, deep throating me several times until I was bucking into her mouth. She had a devious smile on her face, staring into my eyes, she turned around and straddled me reverse cowgirl, lining my cock up to her pussy entrance, then slowly easing down little by little, sliding down the entirety of my cock assisted by the overwhelming juices dripping from her pussy. Once I was deep inside of her she ground her hips, pulling off an inch or two, then back down, working her g-spot, on her way to her first orgasm. I held her hips as she rode me, leaning back as I kissed her back and neck, sucking the sweat off of her as she worked harder.

“MMMMMMMMM, YES, FUCK, HE IS SO FUCKING THICK, SO FUCKING HARD, NICE AND LONG, HITTING MY CERVIX, FILLING ME. UHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHHH!”

Simone came hard on my cock, juices running down her inner thighs and onto my legs, leaning back and resting on my chest, purring, groaning gently. Resting comfortably, my cock was still buried deep inside of her magnificent pussy. As she laid back on me, I kissed and nibbled her neck as my hands firmly gripped her sweet breasts, gently manipulating her nipples, brushing and tweaking them. Her pussy walls stopped gripping my cock as she began to relax a bit as we gently pet each other in her after climax glow.

“Tell me again, bitch, why would you give up such a nice cock? It is perfect. You just threw it away,” Simone asked as she stared straight at Lori.

“I, I, ummm, I don’t know,” replied Lori with tears flowing down her face.

“I bet if I let you have some of his cock that you would even swallow his cum, wouldn’t you? I heard you thought you were too good to swallow his seed when you dated.”

“UHH, yes, Simone, yes, I would swallow his cum if you let me.”

“Hmmmm, we will see about that, maybe if you are lucky, I will let you eat some of his cum.”

Oddly, Lori had a twinge of excitement at being spoken to in this manner. She knew that she had fucked up and probably lost Rick for good, but this woman who was talking down to her was intoxicating, sexy, and did know how to use Rick’s cock. Simone was in control and for a reason not known to Lori, her pussy was sopping as she knelt before her ex-lover and his woman.

Simone then turned around, faced me, and plunged back down on my cock. She kissed me, caressed my shoulders and sucked on my neck. Feeling her tits on my chest, her tongue on my neck, and her fingernails tracing along my back and the rest of my body sent me into a fog of ecstasy. I shuddered as she continued to rub her nails up and down my sides, relishing her pussy as it gripped my cock, all the while working herself to another orgasm, using my cock for her pleasure while still exploring the entirety of my body. After cumming again, she popped off of me, standing with liquid dripping down her legs.

“Baby, it’s time for you to fuck me. I need you to show the blond bimbo what pussy that you love and own. I want you to pound me and show me how much you need me.”

I jumped off the couch, grabbed Simone by the ass cheeks, lifting her up and laying her down on the couch. Placing her ankles up on my shoulders, exposing her juicy pussy, I placed the head of my cock at her entrance.

“Don’t fucking tease me Rick. Shove that beautiful cock deep in me, fuck my brains out and show that stupid bitch what she is missing.”

I pushed deep inside of Simone in one thrust. Grabbing just above her tight waist, I drove into her over and over, pushing deep and hard. She orgasmed after ten thrusts and continued to cum all over my cock. With her finely manicured fingernails digging into the top of my shoulders, and then ripping down my back, leaving it with noticeable marks, she came intensely on my cock, scratching and pulling, egging me on to cum deep inside of her. After driving into her, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock, I glanced over at Lori who kneeled obediently, entranced by the site of our lovemaking. Then, reconnecting with Simone’s deep dark eyes, I came deep inside of her. Savoring each thrust, as I spurted over and over, filling her with my cum, Simone came again, accepting my juice, smiling, and savoring each thrust and spurt. After depositing my load deep inside of my ebony princess and releasing her legs from my shoulders, I collapsed on her, feeling her beautiful breasts against my chest, heaving breaths against each other. Relishing the feel of her silky ebony skin, her intoxicating smell of arousal, and intensity of lust still apparent in her heavy but normalizing breathing, I fell even deeper under Simone’s spell.

My flaccid cock eventually travesti Beylikdüzü slipped from her glorious pussy, juices glistened on its length as well as running out of her beautiful, dark, ebony pussy. I rolled off of her and looked down at the beautiful masterpiece of a woman. Simone lustily smiled at me, caressed the side of my face with her hand, and then ran her hand through my hair. She reached up, while simultaneously pulling my face to her, kissed me deeply.

“Let’s make use of this cheating slut bitch my dear.”

With that, Simone fisted Lori’s hair again, pulling her head down toward her crotch.

“I said you may be able to eat his cum my dear, and now you have your chance. Suck my cunt.”

Lori hesitated, stared at Simone’s beautiful ebony crotch, leaking the contrasting white cum and her much clearer pussy juices. Simone pulled Lori’s face to the wetness, her nose pressed against Simone’s clit and lips. Lori tentatively stuck out her tongue. The sensation of licking another woman’s pussy filled with her ex-boyfriend’s cum was overwhelming. Overcome by lust and a need to taste Rick’s cum and Simone’s essence, she began lapping at Simone’s filled pussy. Sucking deeply on the mixture of Rick’s cum and Simone’s sweet juices, Lori became enthralled with the folds of Simone’s labia basted in cum. Licking and sucking, pulling out all of the whiteness deep inside of Simone, Lori then focused on Simone’s clit. Simone pulled Lori’s head in tighter and fucked her mouth with her pussy, working aggressively to another orgasm. Meanwhile, I became hard again. Watching Lori clean Simone was one of the more intense sexual acts I had ever seen.

Simone saw my rock hard cock and a satisfied smile spread across her face. Pleased that I liked the show, she pursed her lips and simulated a kiss. Lori’s focus on Simone’s clit was quickly rewarded with another loud and wet orgasm by Simone.

“OHHHH, YES, YES, THAT’S IT YOU WHITE SLUT, SUCK MY CUNT! FUCK, MMMMMM, I KNOW YOU HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE. YOU ARE TOO GOOD AT IT. AHHHHHH, MMMMM, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES! YES! YES!,” Simone yelled, squirting on Lori’s face, totally saturating her with juices.

Simone fell back, chest heaving, relishing the moment, head abuzz with post orgasmic bliss. She was physically spent, but mentally quite acute as her dominance over Lori had heightened the entire encounter.

Lori fell back, kneeling with her hamstrings resting on her calves, staring at a lounging Simone. For the first time, Lori took in the ebony Goddess before her. Simone’s long legs, glistening with her juices, were strong and taut from running track and playing volleyball. Her perfectly pedicured feet had nails painted in the same peach color as her fingernails and their size were in perfect proportion to her body. Her pussy, glistening with juices, had a beauty all its own. Moving up, Simone’s defined stomach led to a beautiful chest with dark nibs and lighter perfectly sized areola on each breast. Every inch of Simone’s body was tight, bronzed, and invitingly soft. The slight smell of cocoa butter on her skin enhanced the experience of fully appreciating such a symmetric body. Simone was a gorgeous woman. How could Lori ever compete with that? And, why did Lori feel attracted to her? Lori fucked guys, fucked them over also, but was always in charge of her relationships. Now, as she knelt before Simone, an excitingly strange feeling was spreading throughout her. She felt compelled to listen to this girl, her ex-boyfriend’s woman, the woman she just sucked Rick’s cum out of, the woman who just came on her face, the woman who had slapped her and put her in her place.

Once Simone’s breathing normalized, she rose up on her elbows, staring Lori directly in the eyes. Simone smirked, laughed a little, and then spoke.

“So, what is so special about you that you would never let Rick fuck you up the ass?”

“Well, umm, uhhh, I am pretty sure that it would hurt. Rick is big and I was afraid that he would damage me in some way.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, you stuck on yourself, selfish bitch? You must have never really loved your man if you did not want to offer your ass to him.”

“Wh-, Wh-, Why, does he do you in, in, in, well, in the butt?”

“NO! My man fuck’s me in the ass! He does not ‘do me’ in the butt. What the fuck is that? He takes that beautiful cock of his and I offer my ass to him, as a sign of my love, a sign of my commitment, a sign of giving myself completely to him. He can have all of me and he knows it. He knows he is my man and that magnificent cock can take any part of me he chooses. Plus, you stupid white cunt, ass fucking is incredibly sexy.”

Simone got down on the floor on all fours, directly facing Lori. Staring into Lori’s eyes, Simone spread her ass cheeks with both hands, exposing her beautiful bud to me. Taking some lube from the coffee table drawer, I wet two fingers and pushed them into my beautiful ebony girlfriend. Simone shuddered at the penetration of my fingers, letting out a small, OOHHH and then began to grind back on my fingers. She is the only woman who has let me fuck her ass and it is a beautiful experience. After lubing her insides, I lined my rock hard lubed cock up against her rosebud and pushed until my head passed her sphincter. Widening her canal with my thick cock, I paused for a bit, then slowly worked my cock deeper into her ass, gradually working its entirety deep inside of her.

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