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Nicki Prince sat nervously in the corner of Dr. Nadler’s office wishing for the life of her that she was any place but there!!! Momentarily lost in thought, she jumped a little when the doctor’s nurse burst into the room and offered, “You must be Nicki, I’m Meg Kean, and I’m Dr. Nadler’s nurse, so, what can we do for you today, Nicki!?!” Nicki was a little taken aback at Meg Kean’s enthusiasm, but after finally regaining her bearings she replied softly, “Well, uh, it’s a female problem!!!” “I see,” the nurse replied while getting out her pen to make notes on Nicki’s chart, “and what exactly are your symptoms!?!” Nicki turned a bright shade of red, and while staring at the floor replied softly, “It’s kinda embarrassing, can I just wait and tell the doctor about it!?!” “Oh, come now, Miss Prince,” Meg Kean replied with a little exasperation, “I’ve heard and seen just about everything in the book, so if you don’t mind, please give me a brief description of your problem!!!” Nicki swallowed hard a couple of times, and then in a very quiet voice whispered, “Well, uh, you see, it’s like this, about four years ago I was in serious training as weight lifter, and well ya see, in order to bulk up I took some steroids, you know, injected them in my butt, and it had an adverse side affect!!!” Nurse Kean stood patiently waiting for Nicki to continue until she finally prodded, “And, you took steroids and the side affect was what!?!” With her whole shest and face now flushing bright red, Nicki stammered, “I-it’s my vagina, my labia and clitoris have grown to way larger than their normal size, and even after having quit taking the drugs they still remain extremely large and puffy!!!” Meg Kean jotted down the pertinent information before asking quietly, “Is that all, the only side affect is that your vagina and clitoris are enlarged!?!” With tears forming in her eyes Nicki barely whispered, “No, no it’s not!!!”

“And what else is there, dear,” the nurse asked gently!?! “I-I’m always aroused,” Nicki replied in a hushed voice, “I mean sexually that is!!!” “Really,” Meg asked, “like right now even!?!” While wiping away her tears Nicki nodded and replied, “Especially Sex hikayeleri now!!!” “Why now,” the nurse asked!?! “I-I’m not sure,” Nicki replied, “maybe because I’ll be exposing my vagina to you and the doctor, who knows for sure!!!” Meg Kean stood thoughtfully for a moment and then offered, “You know, Nicki, I’ve been a nurse for over fifteen years now, and I’ve yet to observe a clitoris that is out of the ordinary as far as size is concerned, so I think that the best thing is for you to remove your things and hop up on the table so I can see exactly what we’re up against!!!”

Nicki stood up slowly, and while Meg Kean turned her back and filled in some more information on her form, she quickly slipped out of her clothing and hopped up on the examining table and after lying down on her back, carefully positioned her ankles in the cold steel stirrups!!! “All set,” the nurse asked while turning back around, “now, let’s have a look!!!” After turning on the powerful overhead adjustable lamp, Meg Kean gazed in at Nicki’s crotch, and after giving it a double take, she gasped, “M-my god, I-I’ve never seen anything quite like it, it almost looks like a little penis, m-may I touch it, please!?!” Nicki had her eyes closed tightly, while trying desperately to control her emotions, but in a small voice she whispered, “O-okay, go ahead!!!”

As she gingerly let her finger brush over the distended head, evoking a sigh from her frightened patient, she asked softly, “Is it always like this, I mean all erect and everything!!!” “Y-yes,” Nicki replied through clenched teeth, “always, it never relaxes!!!” “Oh my,” Meg replied thickly, “how often do you orgasm!?!” “At least three times a day,” Nicki replied with soft moan!!! Meg continued massaging the little “cock” with her index finger while commenting in hushed tones, “Your lips are also incredibly engorged, is that a permanent condition, too!?!” Nicki was now sweating profusely all over her bulging pubis, and as she began to reply to Meg’s last question, her entire body was wracked by a climax that shook her to the core while the stunned nurse looked on with a look of absolute incredulitly!!! Sikiş hikayeleri “T-that was truly unbelievable,” Meg Kean whispered while massaging the trembling organ, “do you have a boyfriend to help take care of you!?!” “Oh no,” Nicki replied sadly, “no man would want a woman with my condition, however I do have a girl friend that I share an apartment with!!!” “Does your lover have the same problem,” Meg asked in a husky voice, “I mean are her organs like yours!?!”

Both Nicki and Meg were now breathing quite shallowly, and in an extremely strained voice Nicki replied, “No, she’s quite normal in every way, except of course for her propensity for oral sex, which I’m eternally grateful for!!! “She sucks you often,” Meg asked with a small moan!?! “At least twice a day,” Nicki replied softly, “she says she loves sucking my little cock!!!” “D-do you ever rub your clits together,” Meg stammered while obviously in a state of extreme arousal!?! “Mmmmmmm, yes,” Nicki sighed, “and she also fucks me with a large strap on dildo that rubs against my clit when she does me!!!” Meg was now so turned on, that without even asking, she tore off her clothing, and just as she was climbing on top of Nicki’s firm young body, the door burst open and in walked a stunned Dr. Nadler!!!

“Miss Kean,” the doctor gasped, “what ever are you doing!?!” Normally Meg would have been mortified being caught in such a position, but with she was in such a state of sexual excitement that she merely glanced at the doctor before pressing her breasts and vagina into Nicki’s!!! “Miss Kean,” he snapped, “have you lost your mind, this is no way for a professional nurse to act!?!” With her pussy already dripping like a leaky faucet, Meg positioned her clit directly onto Nicki’s monster, and as the two women sighed contentedly, Meg began “fucking” the over sexed patient while kissing her passionately on the lips!!! Dr. Nadler sat down in stunned silence as his nurse’s tight ass bounced up and down while she simulated fucking the big clitted hussy lying beneath her on the table, and even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help pulling out his pecker, mounting Meg, and Erotik hikaye sliding his thick pecker deep isside of her hot pussy!!!

Meg was now trapped between Nicki and Dr. Nadler, and the feeling of having her clit masturbated by Nicki’s huge clit, and also getting her tight little pussy rammed by the doc’s thick pecker was much more than the poor girl could handle, and as her breasts pressed tightly against Nicki’s, her pussy and clit convulsed hard, while a climax of epic proportions slammed into her, leaving her shaken and stunned as the pulsations in her vagina slowly ebbed away!!! Even though Meg was totally satiated, Dr. Nadler was just nearing his own orgasm, and as if reading his nurses mind, he slid his dick out her now satisfied pussy, and without missing a beat slid it easily into Nicki’s molten fuck hole!!! “Oh, god,” she gasped, “f-fuck me, give me your fucking hard pecker, screw me like a fucking whore!!!” For Nicki this was a real treat, getting her pussy taken by a real pecker, and with Meg’s soft body still on top of her, she had the best of both worlds as her cunt was being ravaged by the doctor’s brutally thick erection!!!

Both Nicki and the doc were now completely in tune as he stroked smoothly in and out of her burning pussy with his big cock, and incredibly, the back and forth motion of Nicki’s cunt was arousing Meg’s pussy all over again, and just as Nicki and Dr. Nadler were riding the brink of climaxing, Meg joined them on the Orgasm Express as all three of their genitals spasmed hard, wringing vicious cums from each of them!!! When he was finally totally spent, the doctor slid off the two trembling women while plopping back down in his chair and wondering what in the heck had brought all this on!!!

When everyone was dressed and their blood pressures had returned to normal, Dr. Nadler opined, “I’m sorry we can’t do anything for your problem, Miss Prince, but short of surgury, I’m afraid that you’re stuck with your situation!!! Nicki thought about it moment and replied, “Well, maybe I could stop in periodically for more “treatments”, what do you think!?!” The doctor looked seriously at his nurse and replied, “That’s a good idea, mark Miss Prince down for two sessions a week!!!” “For how long, doctor,” Megt asked softly!?! “For as long as it takes,” he replied with a small smile!!!

THE END

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I was young girl when my parents started going out doing their own things as they called it. Mom would meet up with other men for hours at a time and dad would go do whatever it was that dad did. They started getting a teenage boy to baby sit with me. He was a very good looking young man with dark brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes and the biggest smile you ever saw. His name was Eric and he was my favorite baby sitter of everyone my parents had ever had sit. We use to have so much fun when Eric would come and sit with me.

Eric always made me feel special. Eric and I would spend all of the time we could together. One day Eric asked me if I wanted to learn how to make him feel more special than anyone else. I looked at him and said yes Eric, I would love to make you feel more specail than anyone else Eric. Eric looked into my eyes and said, I knew you would say that my special little girl. I could tell you were special by the way you always kiss me on the lips when I tuck you in for bed Eric said.

Eric took my hand and led me over to the couch where he sat down. Eric lifted me up onto his lap, having me straddle him so that I was facing him. Then he looked into my eyes and said, you know that you are my special little girl, don’t you? I looked Eric in the eyes and said, yes I do know that I am your special little girl Eric. Then he asked me, have you ever seen your mommy and daddy kissing? I told him, yes I have seen them kissing, they kiss for a long time sometimes Eric. That is because they care about each other so much. That is one of the ways that they show each other how much they care for each other. Would you like to kiss me like that my special one?

Oh yes Eric, I would like that alot. I do love you very much Eric.

Eric looks at me and smiles with that big beautiful smile he has and says, thats my baby girl. I love you very much too little one. Then he put his arms around me, pulled me close to him and started to kiss me very passionately. I did the best I could to return his kiss. Then he started to move his tongue around on my lips, then into my mouth it went. I sucked on the end of his tongue just a little and he moaned lightly. Then he sucked my tongue into his mouth. It felt so nice to feel so special to Eric. He pulled is head away from my mouth and looked me in the eyes, is this a good kiss for you my little one?

I looked at him and said, oh yes Eric, it is a very good kiss.

Eric started kissing me once again, taking his time to make it very passionate and feel very good. Once again, Eric pulled his head away and said, you are making me feel very special baby girl. Then he pulled me closer to him, sliding my hips in closer to his crotch. I was wearing a nighty and panties. My nighty had lifted up over my ass a little so that my panties were showing. Eric looked at me and said, you are growing into such a beautiful baby girl. I love how special you are making me feel right now my precious. Then Eric asked me if he could take off his shirt so that he could feel me close to him?

I looked at him and said, yes of course you can Eric. I would like that very much.

Eric removed his shirt, then pulled me into him. Oh that feels much better baby girl. The only thing that would feel better right now, would be if you would let me remove your nighty so that both of us have bare skin touching each other. I told him, please remove my nighty Eric, I would love to feel your skin on mine. Eric removed my nighty, leaving me in only my panties sitting on his lap, stradding his ever growing cock.Then Eric looked at me and said, oh baby girl it isn’t fair that you only have on your panties and I have on my pants, would it be ok if I took my pants off so that I am just in my underwear with you?

I looked at Eric and smiled, yes that would be very nice Eric I said.

Eric lifted me off of his lap and set me on the couch. He stood up and removed his pants. Sat back down on the couch and lifted me back onto his lap. Then he looked at my little body and said, baby girl, your nipples look to be a little hard, are you cold? I told Eric, no

I am not cold, I just feel a little excited Eric.

What are you excited about baby girl?

About being with you, so close and feeling so very special to be
our baby girl Eric.

That is so very nice to hear my baby girl. Can I touch one of you nipples please?

Oh yes, please do Eric.

Eric reached over and took one of my little nipples into his grasp, pinching it between is thumb and finger. Rubbing it gently at first and then giving it a little more pressure. I let out a slight moan.

How does that feel my baby girl?

It feels very nice Eric. Please do that to both of my nipples?

Eric reached over with the other hand, took his thumb and finger and began rubbing both of my nipples. I couldn’t help it when I moved my little pussy over his ever growing cock. It was an automatic reaction from how good Eric was making my nipples feel. He leaned down and started kissing me again while continuing to rub my nipples.

How does that feel baby girl?

Oh Eric, it feels better than anything ever has before.

That is what I hoped you would say baby girl. But now we must put our clothes back on. your parents will be coming home soon and I need to get you into bed before they arrive home my precious little one. Now I need for you to not tell anyone what we did here tonight my baby girl. They would try to keep me from baby sitting you ever again and we don’t want that to happen now do we baby girl?

I promise I won’t say a word to anyone ever Eric. I always want you to baby sit with me.

Good girl. It will be our little secret baby girl. And maybe if you would like to do things like this all the time when I sit with you, we can do them.

Oh that would be so awesome Eric. I want to feel special like that with you every time you sit with me Eric.

Good girl.

We put our clothes back on. Eric took my hand and led me to my room where he tucked me into bed for the night. He leaned in and instead of just giving me a peck on the lips, he gave me a very passionate kiss. Remember baby girl, this is our little secret. I love my baby girl so much and don’t want to not be able to see you precious.

Our secret Eric. I promise to never tell anyone.

Shortly after Eric left my room, I heard my dad come home. He looked at Eric and said, how did things go tonight? Eric looked at my dad and said, things went very well Sir. You have a very special daughter, I enjoy sitting with her and it would be a priviledge to do so anytime Sir.

My dad said, I was hoping you would say that. Thank you very much for sitting with my little girl.

It was only a couple of days later when Eric was called to sit with me again. When he arrived at the house, I ran over to him and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. My mom said, she really likes you to sit with her, I am glad you enjoy sitting with her. Then my parents went on their way.

Eric looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. I was already in my nighty and panties for the night, ready for bed when it became bed time.Eric took my hand and led me to the couch. This time Eric took his pants off as he said, it is only fair that I have only my underpants on also. Then he sat down, pulled me up onto his lap and whispered into my ear, does my baby girl want to kiss me again?

Oh yes I would like that alot Eric.

I was hoping you would say that precious.Eric leaned in and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever had. Then he started to kiss his way down to my neck. He had not done that before.

How do you like that my beautiful baby girl?

Oh Eric, it feels so very nice.

Eric started kissing and sucking on my neck again, as he did, he reached down and pulled up my nighty and removed it. Then he removed his shirt so that we were both only in our underwear. Eric went back to kissing my neck and then moved his way down to my little nipples. He took his tongue and licked all around my nipples, making them get very hard and poke out. He opened his mouth and took my right nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he sucked on it.

How does that feel precious?

It feels so very nice Eric. I like that so much. As I was sitting over his cock, I could feel his cock growing under my pussy. Eric pushed me down onto his cock a little.

Do you feel that between your legs baby girl?

Yes I do Eric. What is that?

That is what is called a cock baby girl. It is growing very hard because you have me very excited and feeling very special. Do you want to see what it looks like?

Yes Eric, I would love to see what your cock looks like.

Eric gave me a huge smile and set me on the floor between his legs. He pulled his huge cock out of his underwear so that I could see it.

What do you think of it baby girl?

It looks very nice Eric. It is so big and so hard.

Yes it is baby girl. It is like that because you make me feel so very special. Would you like to lick it?

Oh could I Eric?

Yes you can baby girl. Lick it all you want to. You can even suck on it if you would like to baby girl.

I leaned over and Eric took his cock into his hand and guided it over closer to my mouth. I took my tongue and licked the very tip of

Erics cock which made him moan instantly. I knew that he liked that very much. I licked all over the head of Eric’s cock next. With each lick of my tiny little tongue, he moaned even more. Then I decided to see how loud he would moan if I took the head of his cock into my little mouth, so I opened wide, pushed my mouth down over the head of his cock and his moan was the loudest he had let out.Oh yes baby girl, suck on it just like that baby girl. Just like that. Keep sucking.

I kept right on sucking just like eric wanted me to.

Oh baby girl, I am getting very close to blowing my load he said and he plulled my head off of his cock. Do you want to see how very special you make me feel baby girl?

Yes I would Eric. Please show me?

Ok, take your hands and grab my cock baby girl. Rub up and down on it with your hands wrapped around it.

I wrapped my little hands around Eric’s hard cock and began to move them up and down on his cock. It took no time at all for Eric to yell out.

Oh yes baby girl, that’s the way to do it, I am going to show you now how special you make me feel baby girl. Here it comes.Eric’s cock started shooting out his cum, so much cum, everywhere. It was all over his stomach and my hands, down on his pubic area. That is such a good little girl. You make me feel like no one else does baby girl. You are the most special girl ever.

What is all of that, that came out of your cock Eric?

That is called cum baby girl. It is what happens when you make me feel so very special like this baby girl. Would you like to try a taste of it baby girl?

Sure Eric. I would like that.

Eric took his finger and scooped up some of his cum off of his chest, took his cum filled finger and brought it to my mouth.Open up and suck my finger like you sucked on my cock baby girl.

I opened my mouth and took Eric’s finger into my mouth and sucked on it. It tasted kind fo salty and like nothing I had ever tasted before.

How does that taste baby girl?

Very good eric. I like the taste of your cum. Can I lick up all of the rest of it?

Oh god yes baby girl. Lick up all of it you want to precious.

I started by licking it off of my fingers and hands. The I leaned in and licked it off of Eric’s chest. Then licking my way down to his pubic area, I began to lick it off from around his cock. I could feel Eric’s cock starting to grow again from my licking up his cum.I looked up at Eric and said, does that make you feel special when I lick up all of your cum Eric?

Oh god yes baby girl. You make me feel so very special all of the time, but that makes me feel even more special baby girl. It shows just how much you truely love me baby girl.

I do love you very much Eric and only want to make you feel as special as you make me feel Eric.

Now we need to get dressed again baby girl and remember, you can not tell anyone, or they will never let me see you again baby girl.

I know Eric. I promise, I will never ever tell anyone.

Good girl. Lets get you into bed before your parents get home baby girl.Eric took me to my bed and tucked me in, gave me a very passionate kiss and said, I love you baby girl.

I love you too Eric.

This time it was longer before my dad came home. I had already fallen asleep. My father asked Eric once again how things had gone.

Eric looked at him and smiled and said, things went very well. You have the most special girl ever Sir. My dad then said.

I knew I picked the right boy for the job. How is she coming along?

She is coming along even better than you can imagine Sir. Tonight she sucked my cock, I wasn’t sure if I should shoot my load into her mouth, so I had her Sex hikayeleri finish me off with her hands. She surprised even me when she licked up all of my cum Sir. She completely licked me clean and I started getting hard again. She is a very talented little girl Sir.

Good, good. That is what I wanted to hear. So you have not played with her little pussy yet then?

No I have not Sir. I wasn’t sure how she would react, but after what she did tonight, I think she is ready for some pussy play Sir.

Very good. I want you to probe her pussy with your fingers on your next visit. Make sure to pop her cherry so that she is no longer my little virgin. You will be very priviledged to have it at such a young tender age.

Yes Sir, I understand. I will make sure to pop her cherry on the next visit Sir as you wish.

With each visit after this next one, I want you to get her spread a little wider each time until she is ready to take on your cock. That will be the visit where I will be watching in on. I want to see you fill my baby girl up with your cock. Because it will be my turn after that.

Can I ask you Sir, Why is it that you want me to be the first cock that your baby girl feels? Not that I am complaining or anything. I am just wondering is all. I am looking so very forward to being the first cock she has.

I want her to be filled by another cock first so that when I push mine into her, it goes in very easily. I don’t want to have to do any of the work to get her ready to take Daddy’s cock. I want her to be ready, willing and able to take it any time I give it to her.

I can understand that Sir. I will make sure she is ready to take your cock very soon Sir. My next visit will be a very fruitful one in where she will loose her cherry and start to take my finger. It will be a pleasure to work her up to a cock Sir.

The next night I was in my room changing when Eric came to the house to sit with me. I had just taken off my shirt and pants when Eric came into my room.

Well hi there baby girl.

My eyes lit up, hi Eric.

Look at you baby girl. Already in just your panties. How very nice. Can I take off my clothes with you baby girl?

Oh yes Eric. I want to see your body naked Eric.

Good girl. Eric removed all of his clothes this time, including his underwear. He sat down on my bed and pulled me over to him.

Oh Eric, it feels so good when you hug me like this.

Eric leaned down and started to kiss me passionately. He moved his way down to my neck, pulled me up onto his lap and worked his way down to my nipples, taking them into his mouth, flicking them with his tongue while he sucked my nipples. Then he laid me down onto the bed. He started to kiss his way down my belly. Can I take your panties off of you baby girl? I want to make you feel as special as you made me feel last night precious.

Oh yes Eric. Please take them off? You are making me tingle down there.

Oh baby girl, that is a very good thing to happen. That means that you want to feel me make you feel very special baby girl. Your little pussy is going to enjoy what I am going to do to it tonight baby girl.Eric takes my panties off. Starts to kiss all around my pubic area. At such a young age, I do not have any hair there yet, so it makes it very nice for Eric to lick and kiss all over. Eric spreads my legs.Is it ok that I spread your legs like this baby girl? It will help me make you feel even more special than you already do baby girl.

Oh yes Eric. You can do anything you need to do to make me feel like your special little girl Eric.

That is all I needed to hear baby girl.Eric goes back to kissing and licking all over my private area. Then I feel his tongue run along my slit, licking me from asshole to clit. When he reached my clit, he looked up and said.

Does that feel good baby girl?

Yes it does feel very good Eric.

Eric takes my clit into his mouth and starts to suck and lick it feverishly. I start to moan.Oh yes Eric. That feels really good.

Eric takes his tongue and runs it down my slit to my opening. He takes his hands and opens my lips to spread me apart so his tongue can slip right into my pussy. His tongue slides right in and he flicks his tongue around inside of my pussy. I moaned louder and it felt so good. I never felt anything like that. Then Eric took one of his fingers and replaced his tongue with his finger.

How does that feel baby girl? I don’t want to hurt you at all.

It feels very nice Eric. I like how you are making me feel right now.

Very good baby girl.

He starts to slide his finger in and out, not far enought to take my little cherry away yet though. Just enough to make it feel very good. Then he slowly works his finger in a little more. Eric can feel my cherry with the tip of his finger and he pulls out a little to ensure to not pop it yet. I am beginning to slide my bottom with the same pace as Eric’s finger. He feels so good finger fucking my little hole. Then with one very slow, steady push, Eric pushes his finger in farther until he pops my cherry.

Ouch Eric, that hurts a little.

Oh baby girl, I am so very sorry. Do you want me to stop?

Oh no Eric, just don’t push so hard.

Ok baby girl. I think I already did what I wanted to anyway. Now it will feel very good for you again baby girl.He continued to finger my little pussy, pushing his finger in farther with each stroke. It did feel very good. I didn’t want him to stop. Before I knew what was happening, I could feel a warm rush down in my pussy. I was bucking my bottom to keep in time with the pace of Eric’s finger fucking me.

Oh baby girl, You just came all over my finger baby girl. I didn’t know that such a young girl could cum like that precious. Oh you make me feel so very special baby girl. Do you want to suck my cock for me now?

Oh yes Eric, I would love to suck your cock for you. This time can you cum in my mouth?

Oh god yes baby girl. I was so hoping you would say that to me.

I moved over to Eric’s cock, took it into my little mouth and went to work on it right away. I took his cock as far into my little mouth as I could and moved my head up and down on his cock like a pro. I sucked him so tightly that it didn’t take no time at all for him to blow his load into my mouth.

God yes baby girl, I am going to shoot into your mouth right now baby girl. Swallow it all down for me baby girl.

Eric started shooting his load into my mouth and I swallowed and gulped his cum down as fast as I could. Some of it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth and I was sure to lick it up off of Eric’s cock when he was finished cumming. Then Eric got up and helped me get dressed for bed. He tucked me in and kissed me more passionately than ever. Grabbed his clothes and put them on quicly before leaving my room.

My father returned home shotrly after that and asked Eric how things went once again.

Very well Sir. I did as you wished and your daughter is no longer a virgin Sir.

Very good job Eric. How did she take having your finger in her tight little cunt? Did she cry or did she like it?

She liked it very much Sir. The only time she said anything about it hurting was when my finger pushed through her cherry. But she let me keep fingering her even though she said it hurt. I think she just wants to feel so very special that she will let me do anything to her Sir.

That is a good thing Eric. I want her ready to be fucked by her Daddy as soon as possible Eric.

I understand that Sir and will have her ready for your cock in no time Sir.

Good boy Eric. Make it happen.Little did I know that Daddy was watching his little girl at home as Eric used me as my Daddy’s wishes.

Eric’s next visit comes and I am super happy to have him to sit with me while my parents are out. He comes to the house and I run and hug him like I always do. He gives me a big hug back. Then puts me down and acts casual while my parents are still there. Then as soon as they leave, Eric picks me up and gives me a huge kiss and hug.

Is my little girl ready to play with Eric tonight?

Yes I am Eric. I love playing with you.

Oh that is what I love to hear from my baby girl.

Eric then carries me into my room, sets me on my bed and starts to remove his clothes. Once he has his clothes off he starts to remove mine.There my baby girl, this is much better. I love looking at your naked body. You are such a beautiful little girl. Now come here and let me give you a proper hug and kiss baby girl.

Yes Eric.

I crawl over to him, climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around him.

He in turn wraps his around me and pulls me in for a nice long passionate kiss. As Eric kisses me, he slowly guides my little pussy right over the top of his nice hard cock. He does not push me down onto it, just hovers me over it. Eric slides one of his hands down my back and around to my pussy. Eric starts to rub my clit with his fingers, then slowly slides his fingers to my opening where it is beginning to get moist.

Oh my baby girl, you are enjoying this very much, aren’t you?

Yes I am Eric, I always enjoy this time with you. I love the way you make me feel so very special everytime you are here.

Oh that is so very good to hear baby girl. I do love this time with you also very much.Then Eric slides one of his fingers into my pussy and slides it all around inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure as we kiss. Then I lean back and say to Eric.Would you like it if I suck on your cock for you Eric?

Not just yet baby girl. Let me enjoy playing with my baby girl for a little while. Then you can suck it all you want to sweety.

Oh yes Eric, anything you wish.

Then Eric slide his finger in a little deeper. Does this hurt at all baby girl?

Oh no Eric, it feels really good.

Oh good baby girl. And Eric slides his finger in farther. sliding it in and out very slowly. Then he takes another finger and slide it in a little.

How does that feel baby girl?

Oh Eric, I love the way that feels. Please push it in more?

God yes baby girl. And in goes his two fingers, deeper and deeper. The deeper into my little pussy Eric’s fingers go, the louder I moan and the more passionate his kisses get. Before long I am sliding up and down on Eric’s fingers, pushing them as far into me as they will go. Oh that’s my good girl. Ride my fingers baby girl, ride them. Oh yes. You feel so good sliding up and down on my fingers little one.

Your fingers feel so very good inside of me eric. Do you think you can slide another one in there too?

Oh my god baby girl, I will certainly love to find out.Then he slides one more up into my little opening. Not too far at first. Does that feel ok baby girl, or does it hurt?

Oh Eric, it feels wonderful in there. Please put it in more?

Anything for you my baby girl.Then in it went, farther and farther until it was in as far as the other two. He slowly slid them in and out, taking his time to make sure not to hurt me at all.Is it still feeling good baby girl?

Oh yes it is Eric, very good. I love how it feels to have them in me like that Eric.

I love how much of a big girl you are right now baby girl. Maybe next time I will have to try my cock inside of your pretty pussy baby girl.

Oh yes Eric. Please put your cock in there next time?

I will just for you baby girl.

Oh thank you Eric. I know it will feel good to have your cock inside of my pussy Eric.

Yes it will baby girl. I will love the way your little pussy feels wrapped around my hard cock. Just as Eric said that, I started to ride his fingers harder and faster, fucking them like a good little slut should. Eric’s fingers match my pace and before I know what is happening, I feel my tight little pussy contracting around Eric’s fingers as I am getting ready to cum all over them. Eric whispers in my ear.Let it go baby girl. Let Eric feel you cum all over his fingers. Cum for Eric baby girl, oh yes, cum for me.

Then my body let loose, I had cum dripping out of my little hole, running down Eric’s fingers and onto his nice hard cock and all over his lap. Eric pulled his fingers out to allow all of my cum to drip out.Oh that’s my girl. You did a very good job baby girl. Now you can suck on my cock if you want to baby girl.

Oh yes Eric. I want to suck it very much.

I immediately got down on all fours and took his cock right into my mouth. I began sucking him right away. Not playing around this time. I was a greedy, hungry little slut. I wanted him to shoot his cum in my mouth very badly. As I sucked his cock like a professional slut, I could hear him moan loudly.

Oh my god, you are a good little cock sucker tonight baby girl. Yes that is the way to milk Eric’s cock baby girl. Suck it like you want it all.

I took most of his cock into my mouth and when I did, Eric surprised
me by taking one of his hands and pushing my head all the way down onto his hard Sikiş hikayeleri cock, making me choke a bit, but swallowing and allowing his cock into my throat.

Oh god yes, thats it baby girl, take it all in, take it all in. Good job.As I sucked his cock, deep throating it, he moaned louder and louder.Oh my fucking god, I am going to cum in that hot little cock milking
mouth of yours baby girl. Are you ready for it?

Before I could do or say anything, Eric pushed my head down onto his cock, forcing it into my throat and shot his load right down my throat. That was the first of many deep throating experiences I had with Eric.

Oh my god baby girl, you did such a good job sucking my cock. It has never felt so good shooting my cum into anyones mouth before, ever. I love the way it feels to shoot my load deep down your thorat baby girl. You took it so very well for your first time deep throating my cock baby. Now it is time to get you cleaned up and back into your pj’s baby girl. I am sure your parents will be back shortly.

Yes Eric. I am sure they will be also. We wouldn’t want them to find out about this and not let you sit with me anymore. I love having you sit with me Eric. I don’t want that to stop ever.

Neither do I baby girl. I am so glad that you like our time together. You are my very special little girl.Then Eric cleaned me up and put me back into my pj’s and tucked me in. As he kissed me good night, he said.

I love you very much my little girl.

I love you too Eric.

Then Eric put his clothes on and went out into the living room and watched TV until my father came home.

How was our little girl tonight?

Oh my she has come such a long way. She let me have three fingers in her little pussy while she slid up and down on them, Sir. She is becoming such a vey wonderul little slut, just as you wish her to be.

Very good Eric. You are doing a very good job with her. She trusts you very much to allow you to do these things to her. I am proud of you. Very soon we will be sharing her together.

That will be very nice Sir. I look forward to that day. What Daddy had not told Eric was, is that he intends on sharing his baby girl with several other men who would love to have their cocks sucked by a little girl and stuff their dicks into her little pussy for their pleasure.

A few days went by before Mommy and Daddy went out again. But they got Eric to sit with me again. As soon as he came through the door, there I was to give him a huge hug. Eric always hugged me back and this time was no different. With each visit, Eric became more and more attached to me and I to him. My parents left, but before they did, they asked Eric if he could sit with me all night.

Oh yes, it would be my pleasure to sit with her all night.

Thank you Eric. We will be back at 8am. Feel free to sleep in our room while we are out tonight. It is better than sleeping on the couch.

Oh yes Sir. Thank you very much for allowing me to sleep in your room. I will make sure that the bed is made before you arrive back home.

My parents leave and Eric lifts me up right away and gives me a nice long passionate kiss. Oh baby girl, did you hear that? We have the whole night for us to be naked with each other and play our special games together. I will enjoy being next to you naked all night baby girl.

Oh Eric, I love being naked with you and playing our special games. It will be very nice to be able to sleep next to you naked all night Eric.

Yes it sure will baby girl. We will be able to play all night long if we want to. You are such a sexy little girl.

Then Eric carries me into my parents room, places me on the bed and starts to take my clothes off as he continues to kiss me. Our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths as we kiss. Eric has all of my clothes off and now starts to take his own clothes off. Once he is naked, he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. His cock is nice and hard by this time. He gently takes one hand and pulls my lower body up so that my pussy is hovering over his hard cock. You are such a beautiful little turn on baby girl. Do you feel how hard my cock is sitting between your legs?

Yes Eric, it is very hard and feels so nice and warm between my legs Eric.

It is hard for you baby girl. Only for you. Do you want to suck on it for a little bit to make it all nice and wet?

Yes Eric.And before I had the words out of my mouth, I was down on all fours, licking the head of Eric’s nice hard cock. Licking my tongue all the way around the head and then taking him into my mouth all at once.

Oh yes baby girl, you know what Eric likes. Suck it like a good little slut does. Yes, you make my cock throb for you baby girl. Only you know how to suck my cock the way I like it.

Then Eric pulls me up and back onto his lap for some more kissing. He has me so that my pussy hovers over his cock once again. Eric takes two fingers and begins to insert them into my pussy. He pulls them out, brings them to my mouth and says.Suck on these and make them nice and wet for me baby girl.I take his fingers into my mouth and suck them nicely for Eric. Once they are wet enough for him, he pushes them back into my pussy.

Oh now thats better baby girl. They slide right in good now.

Mmmmm. Yes they do Eric. They feel so good sliding in and out of my pussy Eric.

You are getting nice and wet for me baby girl. Are you ready to have me try to put my cock inside of your pussy baby girl? I want to feel
ow good you feel wrapped around my cock.

Yes I am very ready to feel your cock inside of my pussy Eric.

Good girl.

He then pulls his fingers out, grabs his cock and places it at the opening of my pussy. Sit down on my cock baby girl, go as slow as you need to go. I don’t want it to hurt you at all. I want it to feel as good as possible baby girl.

Yes Eric, I will go slow.

I start to slowly push my pussy down onto Eric’s nice hard cock. There is a little preasure at first as The head enters into my hole. Once the head is in, it feels so good and I continue to slide myself down onto his rock hard cock.

You are doing such a good job baby girl. Your pussy feels so good stretched around my cock.

My father had left a poleroid camera sitting on the night stand next to the bed. Eric had noticed it and asks.Hey baby girl, there is a camera here, wouldn’t it be wonderful to see how my cock looks inside of your little pussy? Would you let me take a few pictures?

That would be very nice Eric. Take all of the pictures you would like to.

Very good baby girl.

Eric grabs the camera, has me lean backwards far enough for him to get a nice shot of my little pussy lowering onto his hard shaft, and snaps a picture. Then he pulls me forward while the shot develops and kisses me even more passionately. As he kisses me, he slightly pushes me down farther onto his cock. He feels so good sliding into my tight little pussy. I push myslef down even more to take more and more of him into my tight little hole.

Oh my god, thats it baby girl, take my cock deep into your pussy. You are being such a good little slut.

Once I have him in as far as I can take him, I start sliding up and down on Eric’s nice hard throbbing cock. Oh yeah baby girl, fuck my cock like a good little slut. Make me feel the best you have ever made me feel my precious girl. As I slide up and down on his hard shaft, I can feel my juices start to flow.

Eric grabs me by the hips and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

Oh god yes baby, let those juices of your’s flow over my cock. You feel so wonderful riding me. Fuck me baby girl, fuck me.

I can feel Eric’s cock starting to throb even more and before we both know it, he is shooting his hot load deep inside of my little pussy.

Oh my god, yessssss baby girl. I have never cum so much in my life as I am right now baby girl. All of my cum is just for you. Only to fill your little holes up with it.

Once Eric has finished filling me up, he lays me down on the bed, his cock still inserted.

Lay still baby girl so I can get some more photos. Eric starts to take photos of his cock still inserted as far as it will go inside of me. My pussy stretched so nicely around his softening cock. Then he slides out a little and snaps more shots. He pulls himself all of the way out.

Oh my god baby girl, your pussy looks so very nice filled with my cum. Take your hands, one on each side of your pussy and spread it open so that I can get a couple of nice photos of you with my cum filling you baby girl.

Yes eric, anything you wish.

I took my little hands, one on each side of my pussy and pulled it open as far as I could for Eric to be able to get some very nice photos of his cum filling my pussy.Then when he was finished taking photos, he took two of his fingers and scoope out his cum.

Do you want to lick this off my fingers my cum hungry little slut?

Yes please Eric. I love eating your cum for you.

Very good my baby girl. You make me feel so very proud of you.

I sucked all of Eric’s cum off of his fingers each time he scooped some out of my pussy. When he had finished scooping it out, Eric climbed of the top of me.

Suck my cock hard again baby girl. I want to be able to feel your pussy around my nice hard cock again.

I took him right into my mouth and started sucking him like a professional slut. He started to fuck my mouth as he became harder and harder. He pushed his cock down my throat, making me gag a bit but swallow to accomodate his cock. I was a fast learner on how to become a very good deep throater. Eric fucked my mouth for a bit, then pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up so that he could slide his rock hard cock into my pussy again.

Your cock sucking skills are becoming very good baby girl. I love the way your throat opens up and takes me into it so very nicely. Now I want your stretched pussy to take me into it as nicely.He pushes his cock right into my slippery little snatch. Sliding in and out and going in long and deep. Eric fucks me slow and deep to start and picks up the pace, going a little harder and faster with each stroke.

Oh god baby girl, yessssss, take my cock into you like a good girl
should. I can feel you tightening around my cock baby girl, your going to cum again for me aren’t you?

Yes I am Eric. My cum is only for you Eric.

Good girl…Cum for Eric baby girl.

Just as Eric tells me to cum, I start cumming all over his hard cock.Oh god yes baby girl. You feel so good, take me all the way into you now and he slams his cock in, balls deep. Oh my god yes baby girl, I am going to cum in you just like this, and he slams into me again, balls deep as he shoots his load deep inside of me.Eric keeps his cock inside of me as he rolls us both over and has me lay on top of him with his cock still inside of me. he gives me a huge kiss and says.

Please lay on me like this for as long as we can baby girl. I want to feel us sleeping with my cock inside of you. Your pussy feels so warm and wonderful wrapped around my cock.

Oh yes Eric. I would love to sleep like this for as long as we can.

Then Eric turns out the light and we both fall fast alseep. We only slept for about 2 to 3 hours when Eric woke up with his cock still inside of me and beginning to get hard again. I could feel him as he statred to kiss my forehead and gently moved my hair to one side. I looked up at him.

Eric, I can feel you growing inside of me. Will you fuck my little pussy again please?

I was hoping you would say that baby girl.

Then Eric sat up with me still wrapped around him and started to lift me up and down onto his hard shaft. Up and down, going a little faster and harder with each stroke.

You make me so very horny all of the time baby girl. All I ever think about is us like this with every waking moment precious.

This is all I ever think about also Eric. I love you and only wish to please you in any way you like Eric.

You are going to make some man a very happy Master one day. You will be the perfect pet for any Master. You are already showing the signs of a good little slave my pet.

I smile at Eric and he starts to slide me up and down faster and faster. I can feel Eric’s cock throbbing very nicely and I know he is about ready to shoot his load inside of me once again. Here it comes, flooding the walls of my pussy, hot and filling my little hole up with ease.

That is the best feeling baby girl, waking up with you on my cock while I am getting nice and hard inside of you and then shooting my load deep inside of that hot little pussy of yours. You make me feel so very special baby girl. Now we need to go clean up, put some pj’s on in case we don’t wake up before your parents get home.

Eric takes me into the bathroom and we shower together, he cleans me out very good and I take a couple of sucks of his cock while we get clean. We both put some clothes on and Porno Hikayeleri go back into my parents room. We climb into bed and Eric pulls me close to him. We fall fast asleep and wake up about an hour before my parents come home. Eric has straightened the bed, put the photos into his pants pocket and is cooking us breakfast when my parents arrive home.

My father asks Eric, how did things go last night?

They went very well Sir. We both slept like babies and as you can see, I have breakfast about done for her. Thank you for asking me to sit with her last night Sir. It was a very nice night.

Eric pats me on the head, gives me a kiss on the cheek and says.Be a good girl now and I will be back when your parents need me again baby girl.

Yes Eric. I will be a good girl. Hope to see you soon.

Eric left and my parents asked me how I liked having Eric here all night.

I liked it alot. He is alot of fun and plays with me and takes care of me. Eric is a very nice baby sitter. He is my favorite baby sitter.

That is very good to hear my father says. We will keep getting him to sit with you then little one.

The following week, Eric comes to sit with me once again. I run to the door and throw my arms around him and give him a huge hug, which he returns.

My father has allowed my mother to have a lover outside of himself.

Everytime that they go out, he drives her to her lovers house and drops her off. This time when he drops my mother off, she asks him.

What is it that you do when I am here with my other man?

Oh honey, don’t worry about it, I keep myself entertained.

She exits the car and enters her lovers home. My father drives back home and takes his position at the window like he always does. Only this time, when the time is right, he will enter our home.

After my parents have left for the night, Eric takes me into my bed room and begins kissing me passionately like he always does. As Eric kisses me, he takes my clothes off. He starts to play with my little nipples. Then he takes his clothes off and once he is naked, I immediately place myself over his cock. I slide my pussy back and forth over the top of the head and then push myself down onto it, taking the head of Eric’s cock into my little pussy.

You really know how to make me feel so very special baby girl, don’t you? I don’t even have to ask you to do things for me anymore, you just do them.

Yes Eric. I do them because they feel good for you and I both and I only want to please you Eric. I love it when you come to sit with me and I don’t ever want that to stop.

Oh baby girl, I love you and I will never stop sitting with you.

I start bouncing up and down on Eric’s cock and just as I do, my father enters the house and comes into my romm to find Eric and I fucking.

Oh my, what is this that I see going on in here?

Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, I’m so sorry, it is all my fault Daddy. I made Eric play with me like this Daddy. Please don’t make Eric leave Daddy.

Oh I am not going to make Eric leave little one. I just want to be able to play with you like this with Eric. Would that be ok with you my naughty little girl?

Yes Daddy, anything you want, just so Eric doesn’t have to stop sitting with me Daddy.

My father takes his clothes off and walks over to the side of the bed where Eric and I are. Me sitting on top of his cock and my fathers cock looking very hard and very yummy.

Go ahead and keep riding Eric’s cock my little slut and take Daddy’s cock into your mouth for Daddy.

Yes Daddy, anything you wish.

I begin sliding up and down on Eric’s cock once again and turn my head and take my father’s cock into my mouth. Licking the head of it first and then taking it into my greedy little hungry mouth.

Oh that feels very nice little one. Suck Daddy’s cock like a good little slut.

Oh baby girl, you really know how to take care of your men. Fucking ride my cock like a good girl. Suck your Daddy’s cock like the little pro you are baby girl.

I knew she was going to be a good little slut for her Daddy. Make Daddy proud of you baby girl. Take these two cocks like a good little whore. Daddy is going to make some good money off of you. You are going to be pimped out like crazy with the way you take care of cocks little one.

I told you I would have her ready for you in no time Sir. She is very good at taking cock in her pussy and her mouth, now we only have to prepare her ass for some nice cock and she will be the perfect little whore, ready for servicing any and all who will pay the price for her services.

You have done a very good job in getting her ready Eric. For that, you will be rewarded very well with her services to your cock. She will be yours whenever you feel the need for your greedy little slut. I am sure that you will have some friends who would like to use our little whore also, so that will give you extra points.

Just then, Eric grabs me and moves while keeping his cock deep inside of my little pussy and lays me down on the bed so that he may fuck me harder. My father moves himself over my head and I open my mouth to take his cock in again. As Eric starts to fuck me nice and hard, my father starts to fuck my mouth with long slow storkes. He shoves his cock down my throat which makes me swallow to take him all the way in.

Oh my god little one, you really know how to suck a cock. Take it all the way into your throat little one.

Oh my god Sir, she looks so hot with your cock in her mouth and her little pussy filled with mine. Do you want to trade spots so that you can see how good her little pussy feels?

Hell yes. I want a piece of what I will be selling to all my preverted friends.

They both pull out and trade places. My father places his cock at the opening of my pussy and says.

What a nicely wet little pussy you have little one. I am going to like fucking it very much.

Then he slides his cock right into me with one slow long stroke. Then Eric puts his cock at my mouth and I open up and take him right in.

Oh yes baby girl, take my cock into your mouth, suck all of your juices off of my cock. Taste how good you taste baby girl.

Your pussy feels so very good around Daddy’s cock little one.

And he slams his cock in, balls deep into me with one stroke.

Take Daddy’s cock like the good little whore you are. Suck Eric’s cock and make him cum in your mouth little one.

They both fuck my holes, Daddy in my pussy and Eric in my mouth. They are both moaning and groaning as they fuck me slow and hard.

I am going to shoot my load deep inside of your pussy little one. Eric are you close to shooting in her mouth?

Yes I am Sir. I am ready to shoot anytime you say.

Lets unload in her together. Now Eric, now, shoot in her mouth Eric.

Just as Daddy says that, I feel his hot load shooting hard against my pussy walls.

Oh fuck yeah. Filling your little pussy is so very nice little one.

Oh god yes, filling your little mouth is great also.

And just then, Eric blows his load deep down my thorat. I swallow as fast as I can, taking all of Eric’s cum down my throat. When they have both finished, they pull out of me, lay on the bed, one on each side of me and carress my body all over. They are both telling me how good I am and how much they love the way we all play together.I look up at Daddy and say.

Daddy, what does it mean when you said that you are going to pimp me out?

All that means is that you will be able to have as many cocks as you want to have all of the time little one.

Oh, ok Daddy. I do like it when you and Eric call me things like a slut and a whore Daddy.

Thats good to hear little one. Daddy has alot of friends who would like to call you names like that too little one as they get to fuck you also.

Oh yes Daddy, that would be so very wonderful.

After Daddy and Eric were finished using me for the night, Eric left and my father went to bed with me in my room. He pulled me close and said.

I have wanted to do this with you for so very long little one. Daddy loves you very much and has wanted to show you just how much for thethe night, I feel Daddy’s hands starting to carress my bottom. He isrubbing my butt and I feel his finger sliding between my ass cheeks. Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and spits on them to lube them up and returns them to my ass crack. I can feel his fingers rubbing on my little ass hole and I let out a little moan. He keeps moving his fingers up and down my crack and then I feel one of his fingers at the opening of my ass hole. He puts a little pressure on it and I can feel his finger trying to enter my ass hole. I move over onto my stomach to allow Daddy’s finger easier access to my hole. He they reaches over to the night stand and grabs a bottle of lube. He opens it up and places a few drops of lube at my hole, then on his finger. Daddy takes his lubed finger and slowly pushes it into the opening.

Oh Daddy, that feels really good.

That is good little one, I want to make it feel even better if you will let Daddy. But we will take it very slow with this little hole of yours little one. We don’t want to hurt it at all.

Ok Daddy. As you wish. You can do anything you want to your little one Daddy.

Good girl.

Then he pushes his finger in a little more. Moving it all around inside of my ass, stretching it open slightly to take his finger even farther. Then he pushes it in some more. Daddy now has his finger all the way into my little ass and is moving it all around inside of there. Daddy starts to move his finger in and out, slowly fucking my ass with his finger. Then he takes a second one and starts to insert it in with the first one. Taking his time to make sure that he gets it all the way in before he starts to fuck my ass with his two fingers in it. He uses his two fingers to stretch my ass hole open so that he can see inside of it and says.

Oh my little one, your ass hole looks so very good all stretched out like this. and he slide a third finger in right away. I goes in with ease. Now Daddy is fucking my little ass hole with his fingers, making me take it like a pro.

You are taking my fingers in your ass very nicely little one.

Daddy’s cock is not much bigger than the three fingers that are in there right now, can Daddy put his cock into your ass little one?

Oh yes Daddy, please do. Please fuck my ass with your cock Daddy.

You got it little one. I knew you were going to be a professional whore for Daddy little one.

Then he pulls his finger out of my ass and moves up and places his cock into position.

Just make sure to let Daddy know if it hurts at all little one.

I will make sure I do Daddy.

Then he starts to push his cock into my tight little ass. The head slips right in and is followed by the shaft with ease also. Daddy begins to move in and out of my ass, fucking me like a well paid whore.

Oh my god, little one, your ass feels so wonderful around Daddy’sbig, hard cock. I don’t know how long I can last before I cum deep inside of it little one.

Thats ok Daddy, you can cum in it any time you need to Daddy.

Oh fuck yeah. Here is cums already little one. Feel it fill your ass hole.

Daddy shot his load deep inside of my asshole, making it burn a little, but I didn’t say anything. I knew Daddy would feel bad and I didn’t want to make him feel bad about something that felt so good for him.

My main concern was to make sure that Daddy was satisfied. Now that my ass had been taken by my Daddy, it was time for him to start making some money off of his little girls body.

Daddy started out slowly, only having one friend at a time come over to use his little one. Then he let two at a time use me. Then came three.

Each and every friend of Daddy’s that came to fuck me always told Daddy that he has one very talented little girl. By the time I was 10, I had been in several threesomes and foursomes. For my 10th birthday Daddy planned a bigger party for his little whore. Daddy had 10 of his friends come over to use his little girl for her birthday. Daddy made sure that he was present for each and every use to ensure that no one got out of line with his little whore. Making her a very well fucked little whore for her special day. Daddy kept whoring me out like that for eight more years until I was 18. I enjoyed each and every time Daddy, Eric and every other man Daddy chose to use me would fuck me like the whore I was. My body was for the pleasure of others and that made me so very happy.

On my 18th birthday, Daddy turned me over to Eric, who continued to line up men to use Eric’s little girl as they wished. Once in a while, Daddy would come to watch with Eric and when the other men were finished using me for their pleasure, Daddy and Eric would take their turn and use me some more for their pleasure. They always said that they love having their little fuck toy well fucked and used before they fucked and used my holes. I was their perfect whore for as long as they wanted. I still enjoy seeing Daddy and Eric to this day. Having them use me after their clients have finished with me.

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Detention Chapter Nine
By: Robert Jimenez

Typically I hated going to school, but after spending time with Chris for the majority of the weekend, I was actually excited about seeing his face in class. I had fallen asleep smiling Sunday night, and had woke up smiling Monday morning. My happiness almost disturbed me. I wasn’t used to being happy for more than one day-more than one hour actually. But I felt relaxed and anxious all at once; relaxed because for once things were going smoothly, with no excessive complications, and anxious because I couldn’t wait to see Chris again. I couldn’t believe I was so excited to see him. I had just seen him the day before, and the day before that, and the day before-but it seemed like every time I saw him I was seeing him for the first time. Ironically, Chris was the first, and currently only boy who had maintained my interest for such a long period of time (and three weeks is long for me) and I believed that Chris felt the same way about me. I hoped he felt the same way about me.
The bus ride to school was quiet and boring for the first ten minutes or so. I was sitting in the very back row of the bus, looking out the window, when I heard a boy call my name. At first I figured that he was talking to someone else, because obviously I wasn’t the only person named Brandon in the world, and also because I really don’t know too many people-who knew my name. So I ignored it, and then the guy said, “Hey, Brandon.” I turned and so Scott Howard making his way toward the rear of the bus with me. Looking at Scott, it was really difficult to believe that he was only a fifteen-year-old freshman. He had such incredible, mature good-looks, and such a self-assuredness about him that made him seem at least five years older. Scott sat across from me on the bus. He was smiling a whole lot. I had really never talked to Scott Howard at all in life, so I really felt uneasy sitting across from him, just looking at him without saying anything.

“Hey,” I said.

Scott kept smiling. He had a really nice smile, but I wanted to know what he was thinking. “So what did you do this weekend?” he asked.

Obviously Scott had talked to Chris and Chris had told him what had gone down over the weekend. “Just kinda hung around,” I told him.

Raising an eyebrow, Scott asked, “That all you do? What happened with you and Chris when Billy and me left Friday night?” There wasn’t that many people on the bus, especially in the back, so I think Scott that it was alright if he talked really loud, so that the few people who were on the bus could hear everything he said.
“Same thing we always do,” I said.

“Which is…?” Scott persisted.
“You know what I’m talking about Scott. Don’t play dumb.”
Scott shrugged. “That dude…what’s his name…Jason? He looked extra pissed off when you told us to get outta your house and Chris stayed.”

“It was just too many people and too much going on,” I say. “I just really wanted to be alone.”

“With Chris,” Scott stated.

“Yeah.”

The smile on Scott’s face faded away. He turned his head to the side so that I only saw the profile of his face. I was almost amazed at how beautiful his face looked when it was turned to the side. There was a few moments of silence between us. The bus stopped at a traffic signal. Looking down the narrow bus aisle, I saw a small Mexican girl staring at me with large dark eyes. For some reason her eyes reminded me of Chris’: the kind of eyes that can see right through a person, directly into their mind. The little girl was staring at me like she knew me without ever seeing me before. Finally she turned back around in her seat and began saying something to her mother in whispered Spanish. The bus moved forward, and Scott said to me, suddenly, out of nowhere, “He really likes you.” He turned his face back toward my direction. His eyes were really light-colored and piercing.

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“Chris. He really likes you.”

My heart skipped. I looked at Scott in disbelief. “How do you know?”

Scott shrugged. “I dunno. I just do.” That pensive expression returned to his face, as though he were thinking about something really deep and complex. I just looked at him without saying anything for a while. And then after a few minutes, a question came to my mind.

“Is Billy your boyfriend?” I asked.

Scott gazed at me like I was crazy. “No. What made you think that?”

“I don’t know…do you have a boyfriend?”

“No,” Scott said firmly. “Had one once and then that shit got fucked up. So I said never again.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I liked him more than he liked me.” Scott shrugged. “When I was fourteen. I was stupid back then,” he said. “I thought that if you really liked somebody, then they would like you back the same way. It really didn’t make sense to me back then that someone could like you one day and then all of a sudden not like you the next and move on to someone else just like it meant nothing. I thought if you liked somebody it would just go on forever, but…guess not. So I don’t even bother with the idea of being in a relationship.”

Forever. I hated the concept of that word. Nothing lasts forever, does it? Even when you really try hard at making something work out, at the end it just fades away doesn’t it? You can’t really love someone forever can you? I wondered if I could love Chris forever. I was still getting used to the idea of admitting to myself that I loved Chris. But I didn’t know how long I would feel that way, or how long he would feel that way about me-hopefully it would be a really long time. But I don’t know.

Scott and I got off the bus together and made our way toward the school. As we were walking, I told him, “You don’t have to walk Sex hikayeleri with me if you don’t want to. I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends.”

“Why would I care if somebody sees you walking with me?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know. People might be like ‘Why were you walking with that gay dude’ or something stupid like that.”

“I thought you didn’t care what people thought of you,” Scott said.

“I don’t. But you might.”

“No, I don’t,” Scott said. And then Scott said something that really surprised me. He said, “Brandon, people don’t see you the way you think they see you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“More people like you than they would like to admit. A lotta dudes at this school-especially just a lot of ‘jocks’ or whatever you wanna call em would love to get at you. They’re just too afraid. Chris was just the only one that
had enough balls to go for you.”

All of that sounded unbelievable and unrealistic to me. “Scott, I don’t believe you.”

We made our way inside the school gates where there was a lot of students hanging around. “You don’t have to believe it if you don’t want to, Brandon. But it’s true.” Scott started to walk off in the direction of his friends. “I’ll
talk to you later,” he said.

As I went into the school building, making my way down the crowded hallway to my locker, I saw Jason walking in my direction. I got super nervous and tried to look at everybody except for him as he passed by. I wasn’t sure if he saw me or not. I hope he didn’t.

Chris was already in his desk when I entered Algebra class. He turned and looked at me as I walked through into the classroom. His lips were closed gently, and his face showed no general emotion, but I could tell by his eyes, the way that he looked at me, that he was happy to see me. I sat a couple of seats away from him, close enough, but not too close. I didn’t wanna be the type that clings on to someone like a leech, I wanted to at least pretend that I wasn’t jumping out of my skin with excitement when looking at Chris. Occasionally, throughout the class period, Chris would turn around and look at me with that same placid expression on his handsome face, and that same look of thinly disguised desire in his eyes. Every time he looked at me, my heart beat skipped. I was becoming more captivated by this boy by the second. It was almost frightening.

During our break between classes, Chris and I spent the entire fifteen minutes kissing each other, rubbing our hard dicks through our jeans, reaching into the backs of each others’ jeans and squeezing each others’ ass in the isolated aisles of the library. When the bell rang for class to resume, I didn’t want to stop kissing and touching Chris, I didn’t want to sit through another boring lecture when I could be doing something – someone – much better instead. “Let’s just skip class,” I said to him. I had never missed one class throughout my entire senior year, but at that moment, as Chris tongue slid down the length of my neck, I really didn’t give a fuck about perfect attendance.

“We’ll get detention again,” Chris whispered, grinding his large, thick hard dick against mine. But even though he said that, Chris didn’t seem interested in stopping. Unzipping my pants, he reached inside the opening and pulled out my hard, throbbing dick, which was waiting impatiently for him to handle.

“That’s nothing new,” I said. “We always have detention.”

“Cool with me,” Chris responded. And our lips met, hard. Chris pried my mouth open with his tongue, pressing me up against the book stack behind me, causing a thick hardcover book to fall off the shelf. With one hand Chris played with my dick and balls, and with the other hand he placed it beneath my chin, pressing his fingers gently into my skin. Chris slid the waistband of my underwear down more, and his hand reached around behind me to find my ass. He opened my crack with a couple of fingers and then found my asshole with his middle finger, his longest finger. I knew he was about to finger fuck me, but I didn’t want him. If he started, then I would want him to fuck me for real, and I wanted to be able to shout loudly, without the risk of being heard, when Chris shoved his eleven inch dick into my ass.

“Don’t put it in,” I said softly. Chris did what I asked without complaint. He continued to rub my naked butt as we kissed passionately. about fifteen minutes later, I knew we had really had to stop and go back to class. I didn’t want to, but I figured that at some point in time, someone was going to find us in the aisles and we would get into a lot of trouble. “We can finish this later,” I told him. But Chris wasn’t ready to let go of me, and I really didn’t want him to either.

“Just a little bit more,” Chris said. He licked around my earlobe and his warm breath traveled into my ear, sending pleasant chills throughout me. My hard dick leaked against Chris’ jean-covered thigh. I was close to shooting but I forced myself not to. It was hard, but I managed. Again I pulled away from Chris. “We gotta go,” I told him.

Chris took my hand and placed it against his hard crotch. “You gonna leave me like this, B? C’mon, just a little…” I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive, beautiful cock. It felt so warm and hard against my palm. I pushed Chris against the opposite book stack, went to my knees and brought his dick to my mouth.
I showed up to my AP English class about fifteen minutes late, and surprisingly, my teacher, Ms. Giamatti, didn’t make me go to the office to get a pink slip for detention. I wondered if Chris had gotten away so easily. I could still taste his dick in my mouth, and also his sweet cum. As I was going to my seat, I expected to sit behind Jason Coleman Sikiş hikayeleri as I always had before, but instead I saw Billy Anderson sitting in my desk behind Jason, and they were talking softly to each other about something I couldn’t hear. When I passed by, they both looked up at for me. Billy had an amused look in his dark brown eyes and there was a look of resentment in Jason’s eyes. So I walked to the rear of the classroom, sitting across from Luke Block, a great-looking, tall, muscular guy with a chill personality. I noticed that everyone in the classroom seemed to be paired up with someone and working on an assignment.

“What’s everybody doing?” I asked Luke.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “Some Shakespeare bullshit. Interpret the themes and symbolisms. I wasn’t payin’ attention so I don’t know.”

I pulled out my copy of MacBeth and turned to the third act. As I flipped through the pages, Luke asked me, in a very secretive whisper, “Are you fuckin’ Chris Green?” The question stunned me like a tranquilizer to the chest. For a moment I couldn’t breathe. Why is that everybody in the whole fucking school knew about me and Chris? Did somebody announce it over the loudspeakers or post flyers on everyone’s locker. I didn’t even know how to respond to that question, so I didn’t say anything at all. But Luke wouldn’t take my silence as an answer. He was annoyingly persistent. “Is it true?” he demanded.

“Why is it so important that you know?” I questioned back.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Luke was trying to keep his voice down, but at the same time, he wasn’t being too successful at whispering.

“Let’s not talk about this right now and do the goddamn assignment,” I said sharply.?”I’m just sayin,” Luke said, quietly, “if he’s not your boyfriend, and you’re just fuckin around, maybe me and you could chill one day, you know.” Luke smiled, a really charming and seductive smile. But I wasn’t too impressed. I was bewildered. Thinking back to what Scott had told me earlier, about how a lot of guys at this school were interested in me and I just didn’t know it, perhaps he was right. But damn, it was really difficult for me to believe that hot-ass ‘straight’ guys like Luke Block were suddenly interested in me. Three weeks ago nobody knew I existed, or if they did know that I existed they treated me as though I was some fucked up mutant thing, and now all these dudes, dudes I’ve never even thought would know my name, wanted to get at me. Being my usual paranoid and distrustful self, I was just suspecting that Luke was just fucking around with me, I wouldn’t allow myself to believe that he was actually being serious with me. Dudes that hot don’t take interest in me-well, except for Chris…and Billy… and Jason…Mr. Wilson…and I think Scott. But other than that, nobody.

Trying to sound calm and all, I told Luke, “No, I don’t think that’s a cool idea. Thanks though.”

“I mean you know what I’m sayin,” Luke said, “if you and Chris ever need an extra person when you’re doin’ what your doin’ I wouldn’t mind gettin’ in, you know.” He took out a pen and wrote his phone number on the
margin of one of the pages in my book.

“Who told you I was with Chris?” I asked. “I’m not mad or anything, I just wanna know.”

Luke nodded in Billy’s direction. I don’t know why I didn’t guess that Billy had told on me. Looking over at him, I saw him talking to Jason. They were whispering something to each other. It was weird, because they were talking and smiling at each other as though they had been friends for years. Their feet were rubbing up against each others’ underneath their desks. Billy felt my eyes on him and turned and looked at me. He gave me a wink and turned back to look at Jason. I wanted to punch his face in. I gazed over at Jason, at his handsome face. I watched as he smiled at Billy and how his eyes lit up. It seemed strange that only three days ago, Jason was so interested in me, and now he had sharply cut off all his attraction to me and from the looks of it, had redirected it toward Billy. I couldn’t see Billy and Jason being together, they had such opposite personalities – but then, so did me and Chris – well at least in the beginning. Even though I had gotten over Jason, I honestly didn’t expect him to get over me so quickly. I couldn’t help but to feel a little jealous watching Billy and Jason together.
Billy’s locker is kinda close to mine, so I made sure I pass in his direction as I made my way to my own locker after English class. Billy was stuffing books into his locker. He turned around just as I approached him, as though he were expecting me to come talk to him.

“Brandon,” he said. It was kinda weird the way he said my name, I don’t really know why. “I don’t know where Chris is.”

“I’m not really looking for Chris right now,” I told him.

“Then who are you looking for?”

“You.”?Billy closed his locker, pressed his back against the wall, with his muscular arms crossed and a large smirk on his face. “Now what do you need to see me for? More fun in the gym? What would Chris think?” There was a bit of resentment in Billy’s voice with that last statement.

“This isn’t about Chris,” I said, “it’s about Jason.”

“You mean the dude you fucked over?”

“I didn’t…it wasn’t like that, Billy.”

Shrugging, Billy said, “Looks that way to me, B.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Billy’s taunting smile faded a little bit. “Right. I forgot. That’s only for Chris…he told me that the two of you had an interesting weekend.”

My silence was his answer.

“So what did you wanna come talk to me about, Brandon?” Billy asked, already knowing the answer. “I mean if you came over here to tell me that you want me to stay away from Jason, then Erotik hikaye I would have to tell you to kiss my fuckin’ ass…well, you’ve already done that…so then I would tell you to piss the fuck off. But…maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you’re interested in knowin’ what kinda day I had today. So what is it, Brandon, what did you want to talk to me about?” There was the ultimate look of victory on Billy’s ruggedly good-looking face. When I didn’t answer, he said, “Thought so. Go run along to your little boyfriend and leave me alone.” Billy walked off, mixing in with the giant crowd.

I felt pretty upset for the rest of the day. And to make things worst, I forgot that I had a test in Ms. Navarro’s Spanish class, which I didn’t get to study for, because I was too busy having Chris’ big dick rammed up my ass.
Chris sat next to me. I stared blankly at the test sheet in front of me, having no idea what the fuck I was supposed to do. There were a lot of parts of the test where I had to translate words and sentences from English to Spanish and vice-versa. It made my head hurt just thinking about it. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I looked over at Chris’ test. I had figured that Chris would be just as stuck as I was, but that wasn’t true. He was breezing through those questions so fast I thought his paper would catch on fire. I hate cheating, and I’ve never ever cheated on a test, but for some reason I felt like I needed to at that moment. I kept taking sneak glances at Chris’ test. I don’t think Chris was aware of it at first, but then I think he began to feel my eyes watching him. He turned and looked at me, noticed that my test was pretty much blank, and slid his paper over in my direction a little bit so that I could see his answers better. Being the dumb ass I am, I just copied down all his answers – I really didn’t care if they were wrong or not, I just didn’t want to leave anything blank. The stupidity of it all, was that Chris and I sit in the second row, where it’s very possible for Ms. Navarro to see us. I didn’t think about that at all until I was on the last page and looked up at her desk to see Ms. Navarro glaring at me with the most angriest look I think I person could give. At that moment I just knew it was over. My heart just kinda sank down to my stomach and I put my pencil down. The bell rang and everyone placed their tests on Ms. Navarro’s desk.

“Brandon Newman and Christopher Green, I need to talk to the two of you.” Of course she said it super loud so everybody could hear. As people were leaving the classroom, they took little glances at me, snickering as they left. I felt so embarrassed, guilty, and dumb. When the classroom was clear, Ms. Navarro sat down at the edge of her desk and looked at Chris and I with fire in her eyes. “What is wrong with the both of you?” she asked. “Do you love being in trouble that much?”

Chris laughed a little bit.

“There’s nothing funny about this at all. The both of you know that cheating is not acceptable in this class, and it’s not acceptable in this school. I could probably have the both of you suspended right now for doing this.”

That word ‘suspended’ sent unpleasant tremors throughout my body. Chris didn’t seem affected by it at all.

“But I’m not. Instead, both of you will be getting zeros on the test, and since the two of you like it so much, a week of detention. And I will be sending phone calls to both of your parents.”

“Don’t even bother with that,” Chris said, “my parents don’t care.”

Very cruelly, Ms. Navarro replied, “I see why.”
Chris didn’t respond. His face just went really blank and emotionless, which meant he was super angry. I wasn’t bothered by Ms. Navarro calling my mother, because my mother was at work most of the time, and I could just erase the message on the answer machine before she came home.

“Your detention will start tomorrow after school, in Mr. Wilson’s classroom. He’s here until seven every evening, so I’m going to tell him to keep you for as long as possible. Your last day of detention will be Saturday morning.” She held up our tests. “And if anything like this happens again, I will personally make sure that both of you are out of this school. Now get out of my classroom.”

I was pretty much numb as I left the classroom. It just proves my theory that every good day of my life is followed by a really fucked up one. Detention for a week, with Mr. Wilson, I just knew it was going to be the worst fucking nightmare in the world. As me and Chris made our way to the parking lot to his truck, Chris noticed the concerned look on my face and he told me, “Don’t stress, B. It’s not that bad.”?”Chris, what do you mean it’s not that bad: we flunked our test, got detention from Mr. Sexual Harassment Man for a whole week. How is that not bad to you?”

I was really upset as Chris drove me home. I was mad at Billy Anderson, mad at Ms. Navarro, and mad at myself for being so stupid.

“It’ll be okay, B.” Chris said.

“Nothin is never just ‘okay’. There’s always gotta be some bullshit behind everything.”

As Chris pulled up into my driveway he asked me, “Do you want me to come inside?” I didn’t know if meant my house or my ass.

“Yeah. I do.”

Chris turned off the engine and we both got out of the car. As I unlocked the front door, Chris came up behind me, kissing the back of my neck, rubbing his crotch against my ass. Even when I felt my worst, Chris always knew how to make me feel better. I unlocked the door and we both went in. As soon as we got inside, we were all over each other, kissing and about to rip off each other’s clothes, and that’s when I felt another presence in the room. I pulled away from Chris, and turned to see my mother sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a grim expression on her face. I first I thought it was an illusion, that my mind was just fucking with me.

But then she said, looking at Chris and I fiercely, “We need to talk.”

To Be Continued…

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Dafomir was certainly one of the unlucky members of the Horde, having been chosen to participate in the campaign on Argus it meant certain death for many. He had been chosen however because he was one of the strongest Blood Elven paladins the Horde had. Dafomir had a lot of confidence in his abilities though and the possiblity that he could die here hadn’t even entered his mind, thinking that as long as his leaders strategised properly there was no way he could be taken down by these demons. So far he had proven himself right, having been in this horrid wasteland for a week already nothing had managed to make him worry for his life.

Today though the task his unit was assigned was a lot more important, and dangerous than anything else they had done since being here. There were reports of an Eredar commander who had been attacking and holding the combined forces of the Horde and Alliance back, and his unit had been assigned to launch a surprise attack on the demon. It was rumoured the demon commander was the biggest obstacle preventing from assaulting the citadel.

The time had finally come, Dafomir and his unit had began to make their way through a very narrow, beaten path between one of the large mountains. Scouts had reported nothing passing through here since they had arrived, so as far as they were aware the demons were not even aware of it. Clad in slightly battered and fel-blood covered Blood Knight armor he looked up into the fel-green sky, smirking slightly as he thought of how many demons he had already put down here. His confidence and arrogance came from a few things, he had never really been properly challenged in real combat, he was incredibly good looking, he had become rich after performing so well in so many battles, and perhaps just the fact he was a Blood Elf gave him a little more of that arrogance. He wielded a large ever so slightly curved sword, it was thick and it crackled every so often with the holy energy that flowed through him and the blade. It was the perfect blade for this planet.

They had arrived at the exit of the mountain pass, bushes and dead trees covered the entrance keeping it hidden, and the soldiers of different races and abilities began to creep forwards till they were as spread out as possible without being seen. Daf could see in the distance an incredibly tall Eredar demon, a female, beating and taunting prisoners. It was clear she was enjoying it, he could see the toothed grin on her face and he could hear the evil, amused laughter coming from her. The rest of the demons in the camp seemed like they were waiting for an attack from the front… so the leader of the unit motioned for his troops to move forwards.

Roars and yells from the different races could be heard as they suddenly emerged from between the bushes and the trees, powerful warriors and paladins leading the charge with the spellcasters all getting into positions ready to blast the demons from afar. The demon commander turned slowly toward the charging forces, not seeming at all phased. Eyeing over the size of the group as her demons were already reacting and meeting them in combat. She had seen several of these soldiers before, and she noticed Daf almost immediately as he was the front tearing down her demons seemingly with ease. He had been reported on to her by her underlings and the demoness bared quite the fanged grin at the chance to take on one of their greatest.

Daf was about to let his overconfidence get him into a bad situation however, charging forwards with no thought of how close his comrades were, wanting nothing more than to get the chance to kill this commander himself he had managed to put quite the distance between himself and the rest of the forces. Eventually making his way through the last line, as other demons rushed past him to meet the other soldiers he was stood there, demon blood covering and dripping from his armor and sword… Sex hikayeleri breathing deeply as he stared towards the demoness.

Now only five metres away from, he realised just how tall she was… easily 2ft bigger than he was. He had never had the chance to fight such a powerful Eredar before, and it surprised him just how muscled and toned her body was. The demoness stood there, demonic armor holding up a large pair of dark red breasts, leaving her stomach bare. A large metal belt held a loincloth around her waist, which hung to just between her knees. Even the cracked, black hooves she walked on looked as if they could crush an Elf’s head with ease.

The commander suddenly raised a hand, fel magic swirling around her fingers as she cast a spell. Suddenly he could hear screaming from behind him, turning to look over his shoulder he could do nothing but watch as a wall of fel-fire washed over all his comrades… right up until it crashed against the mountain. It was clear nearly everyone was dead, those that weren’t were swiftly set upon and finished by the demons.. plunging their huge weapons into the backs and stomachs of their helpless victims. He turned back to the commander with wide eyes, stunned at her power… and suddenly for the first time, worried about his life.

He couldn’t go down without a fight though, he had to avenge all the men and women that just died behind him.. he raised his weapon and charged toward her, thinking his speed would outmatch the larger brutish demon. He had completely underestimated her, just like his superiors had, before he even began to strike downwards she had rushed forwards, slamming one of her hooves against his chest. The sound of her demonic hoof crashing against his plate armor was rather loud, and the Elf was sent 2-3 metres through the air before thudding on the ground in a heap. Losing the grip on his weapon he pulled a hand to his chest as he tried to regain proper breathing.

“Is this all Azeroth has to offer? Hmm? THIS is the Elf that had been tearing through MY soldiers!?” She approached the Elf, looking down at him with a large smirk. “My my … what to do with one of Azeroths greatest champions.. – Oh I have a great idea… ” She knelt down next to Daf, her large, dark red hand taking a handful of his blonde hair within her fist, forcing his gaze to meet her demonic one. “Seen as you killed so many warriors of mine, how about you help me make some more?” The grin on the demons face only grew at her comment, waiting to see what the Elf would do.

He grit his teeth as he felt his hair being pulled, clenching his armored hands into fists… wanting to do nothing more than strike her down, but he could feel her strength simply from the hand gripping his hair. He was obviously confused… how could he possibly help her to make more demons. “I would do… no such thing demon.. FILTH. Just kill me and get it over with..” He genuinely hoped she would just give him the easy way out, he had heard of how prisoners had been tortured by demons before.

“Oh.. my dear boy, you see you have no choice… and you will help me whether you like it or not, which you won’t… you really really won’t.” She shoved his head away, standing up, completely towering over him in this position, making her seem even bigger. With a quick swish of her hand Daf’s armor was suddenly fading away. A sudden rush of shame began to fill him as there was nothing he could do but lay there as he was eventually left completely naked. His hands instinctively coming to hide his cock away from her. A clear blush had appeared on those well defined cheeks of his.

The demoness laughed to herself at how he covered his cock. “Oh my boy… that isn’t what I am after all… ” It soon became clear what she may be after as the commanders own armor, what little of it she had… also faded away. Daf was given quite the shock, looking slowly up her naked legs… those thighs, which could no doubt crush him between them with ease. A surprised gasp escaped his Sikiş hikayeleri lips once his eyes rose a little more. There between her legs was a large, dark red equine sheath… “Oh… that look… mrhm… that’s what I live for.” She bit her lip as she watched his shock turn to fear at the thought of what that thing could do, and the more she watched the more it turned her on. From her sheath descened an absolutely monstrous cock, the head of her meat was just bigger than the size of his fists when put together. It was as though the sheer weight of her head was dragging the rest of that tree-trunk like cock from it’s sheath. It came down, further and further.. like the demonic appendage was approaching him itself.

After being completely stunned for what seemed like a lifetime, he eventually managed to tear his fearful gaze away from the growing monster infront of him, turning over onto his front he began to pathetically crawl away from her, revealing what she desired most. His ass, gifted with quite the plump rear she was quite pleased, even if she would be destroying it soon. She walked over behind him, leaning down and grabbing another fistful of hair. Keeping him in place easily, she lowered her body over him. Her cock by now had fully grown, perhaps it was good he could not see it right now, as it had grown to a full 24 inches. Harder than the poor Elf’s bones, it was a weapon in itself. The underside of her cock was pressed against his back, reaching up basically all the way up it, and then he felt another weight being pressed down on him. Leathery, larger than grapefuit sized balls thudded onto his ass, their intense weight an indication of how much was packed inside them.

“Now then Elf… how about you give back some of those demons you slew?” He still did not understand, even if she raped him… it wouldn’t help bring the demons back would it? He had been brought quite low now, her cock and balls heavy enough to keep him pinned down beneath them. His hands dug into the ground, desperately trying to prepare himself for what was to come.

“Please… just.. kill me. I can’t help you bring any demons back! I can’t! And that… thing is going to tear me apart!” It was clear how scared of it he was, he had pressed himself into the ground as much as possible in some attempt to get any distance from her.

“Tsk, it won’t… completely tear you apart, I need you to give birth to demons for me after all… so just a little.” She hummed in amusement of her own words, she really didn’t care if he completely tore and broke beneath her… she was just having her fun. One of her hands now took a hold of her cock, raising her hips a fair amount to realign her massive double-fist sized, flared head with his poor… tiny asshole. It looked impossible, and yet the demoness began to push… hard. He felt his body being pushed even harder against the ground as his ass initially refused to open around something so disgustingly massive. “Ooooh, ready.. this will hurt… a lot.. ” With a incredibly powerful thrust of her hips, his body stood no chance… his asshole suddenly split open around her fuck-meat… screams being forced from Daf’s mouth instantly, the pain so clear in his shrieking, never before had he made such a sound. Looking down at her handy work, the ring of his asshole began to swell up around her dick, small amounts of blood began trickling out and down towards his balls. “Oooh, it looks so bad… and I only just started.”

The demon had no mercy whatsoever, she lowered her hips further and further… her massive horse cock battering it’s way through his tight anal walls, creating small cuts and tears as it did so. Her cock was so long it began to completely rearrange the shape of his bowels and soon enough his intestines too, her cock didn’t care for his safety and shoved aside anything that got in it’s way. Eventually she had managed to sink completely inside him, he could feel it up in his chest… it’s intense heat throbbing away inside of him. “N-no… more.. Porno Hikayeleri please… just kill me.. ” The overwhelming pain and humiliation was too much for him, never having to deal with anything close to this situation.

“Awh.. but I haven’t even impregnated you yet, so… just hold out for a little while? If you really can’t… well at least I will be able to keep fucking you without listening to you complain about it..” The demoness licked her lips in delight, now the real destruction began. She showed the Elf just how powerful her body and her cock was. Placing a hand either side of his body she began to thrust in and out of him, pulling herself up before slamming so harshly back down. Each time she withdrew her cock, he could feel her massively flared head tugging his ass with it… he felt so much movement inside his body as he cock plunged in, making space for itself by shoving anything else aside.

The outside of his ass was not doing much better, the size and weight of her balls… being so roughly slammed down against his ass cheeks was beginning to redden and bruise them. Loud, lewd slaps being heard every other second as she continued to ruin his hole. Daf meanwhile had been left sobbing… he could do nothing else except cry out from the pain and shame of her fucking, each time he was slammed into he felt like he was pushed a little further into the ground. “I never did explain how you would help me create more demons did I? Well… my cum is well.. special, as long as it’s kept plugged up inside of your ass it will create some lovely demon babies inside you… Mrhm.. kept all snug in the warmth of your… broken ass. Sounds lovely doesn’t it? Contributing to the Legion in such a way… could you ever have dreamed such a great fate?”

Daf was stirred from his constant crying by her words, silenced for a while apart from pained grunts that were forced from him each time he was pushed into. He desperately hoped she was just joking, mocking him and trying to scare him more… but he had already seen what her magic could do, and he began to believe exactly what she said. His ass was really going to be used to breed demons. He was going to give birth… like a woman. “Noo…. please… noooo… ” He began to sob once more, his tears having stained the ground below him already.

The demoness kept at it, not uttering another word as she prepared to breed the Elf. Picking up the pace that little bit more, really punishing the Elf for destroying her fellow demons… eventually she was ready, withdrawing her cock so just the head was plugged inside… she came. He couldn’t believe it, such thick cum suddenly exploding inside him, it only took a second for him to feel the intense heat of it… almost burning his insides as it flooded his ass, his intestines… and filled his poor stomach to the brim, making it bulge slightly. His thighs shuddered and twitch in reaction to being so pounded and filled, whilst the demoness finally took her cock out of him… struggling a little to tug her flared head from his ass, and when she did so.. she tugged that destroyed ass with her. Her head popped lewdly free, leaving a few inches of prolapsed, bloodied… cum leaking ass hanging out of him. “Oh, as beautiful as that is… and as proud as I am, that just won’t do… I need to have as many babies in that ass as possible.

Leaning down she had picked up a large lead ball with a chain attached, the ones that are usually tied around prisoners legs to keep them from moving. It was about the same size as her cock head, and she shoved it against his prolapsed ass… pushing till she was lewdly cramming his insides… back inside, the large lead ball included. The chain remained hanging out… and cum was barely able to leak around some tiny broken gaps of his ass past the ball. “Mrhm… now then, you just… stay there won’t you? I’ll be back in a few hours to let your babies out… ” With that the demoness laughed to herself and left, no doubt preparing another attack. Poor Dafomir was left there on the floor… able to see his dead comrades, and with his ass completely ruined… the intense heat remained, and he had no choice but to wait and see if she was telling the truth or not.

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February 16, 2009

The Enlightenment of Rose

Rose was having great difficulty staying focused in her biology class. The teacher was one of those artifacts in the educational system who seems to be a permanent fixture. Rose imagined that old Mrs. Garner was teaching the same class during her grandmother’s school years. She felt a giggle escape when this thought popped into her head.
Judy, the cute black girl sitting across from her glanced her way with a quizzical look. Rose shook her head to convey that the giggle was meaningless. Rose continued to gaze at Judy, though she had returned her attention to the incomprehensible drone of Mrs. Garner lecture. Rose had known Judy for over 10 years. They had attended the same schools throughout their childhood and teenage years. She had long been aware of a peculiar fascination she held for Judy. It was a feeling that Rose had tried to dismiss as innocent curiosity, though recently she wondered if this was her brain or her heart speaking.
Growing up in a strict religious home, Rose had suffered the typical lack of sexual enlightenment from her parents. The word “sex” had scarcely been heard in her home, except for the vague explanation of “what you should expect on your honeymoon” speech from her mother. This lack of information had only served to magnify Rose’s curiosity on the subject.
Her parents were scholars and both had achieved advanced degrees in their chosen fields. Rose had inherited this intelligence and motivation for learning. She did not, however share her parents prohibitive few of sex and bodily functions. On the contrary, Rose discovered that she was irresistibly drawn to all things sexual.
She found herself continually horny. She spent hours at the library perusing the available reference materials on the subject. When the Internet became available in her school, Rose utilized the library’s computer in her searches. However, she soon found that her searches were very limited due to the library’s censorship policies and practices. This discovery greatly enraged Rose and only made her more determined to continue her quest.
She was familiar with the basics of sex. Through her research, Rose had the general concepts of intercourse, oral sex, and what the experts considered to be the most successful way to achieve orgasm in the shortest time. She felt she had as much book knowledge on the subject as anyone.
She had climaxed many time by masturbating in the privacy of her bed and sometimes while taking a shower. Following an orgasm, Rose experienced a brief period of satisfying relaxation. This would only last a few minutes, however, before the intense urges returned.
What concerned Rose the most about these insatiable longings was that they became most powerful when she was around other girls. Her fantasies always involved females. When she first began touching herself sexually, she found that she could not become aroused if the subject of her fantasies was male. At the time, she was too young to perceive the implications of this. In recent years, however, Rose had began to wonder if she was a lesbian.
Her upbringing had placed very definite taboos on this lifestyle. Her ambiguity concerning sex and dating had no doubt contributed to the fact that she was still a virgin at 19. Though she had felt no attraction to the opposite sex, Rose believed that her sexual urges were stronger than the typical teenage girl. Otherwise, why would her inclination to pursue knowledge on the subject have become an obsession?
Rose was familiar with the “locker room talk” when she was attending high school. Most of the girls would be chatting about guys who were “hot” and how they hoped so and so would ask them to the dance. She had never felt a part of the group. Rose recalled that while these conversations were going on, she would be watching with interest but not because of the topic. She had been gazing at the others girls as they dressed and undressed.
When one of them was describing how her boyfriend had kissed her or touched her, Rose had sometimes imagined herself as the boy. It occurred to her that this was probably unusual and at times she felt embarrassed about her thoughts. There had been a few occasions when she had been caught while watching other girls.
Once she had noticed a beautiful Hispanic girl named Marcie, as she sat in one of the toilet stalls. Marcie apparently was experiencing some difficulty in her efforts. Rose stood in a shower stall and watched her as she periodically grimaced and uttered grunts and moans that to Rose sounded more like sounds of ecstasy than pain.
This was the first time she had witnessed another person engaged in such a personal act since bathroom behavior at home had always been extremely private. In fact, Rose found the girl’s presence on the toilet somewhat remarkable, since girls as a rule were very shy about the act of pooping in a public place. She was so enthralled by the display that she failed to notice that Marcie had began returning her gaze. Rose looked quickly away, then hurried from the room. She felt her face grow hot and her heart pound as she made her way down the hallway from the girls gym. She felt totally humiliated but also extremely horny!
She realized that if word got out about the incident, she wouldn’t hear the end of it. School life would be even more hellish than it had been previously. To her knowledge, Rose’s sexual preferences were not yet part of the grapevine of school gossip. Her classmates suspecting that she was a lesbian was something that she could conceivably live with. However, Rose felt certain than this recent incident far surpassed the realm of acceptable behavior among her peers.
During the remainder of the day she continually replayed the event. Though she remained embarrassed, a peculiar fact begin to emerge concerning Marcie’s reaction. Her expression as she met Rose’s gaze hadn’t conveyed anger or disgust, which one might expect. It occurred to Rose that her own shocked embarrassment had temporarily blinded her to the fact that Marcie had been smiling at her. In fact, the more Rose contemplated this, it seemed to her than the smile had seemed almost flirtatious. This realization caused Rose’s heart to began pounding again but for a totally different reason.
The Marcie incident became another piece of reality that added substance to Rose’s erotic fantasies. The scenarios which she imagined during her self-pleasuring sessions changed substantially. As she touched herself, she would visualize a girl, sometimes with Marcie’s face, but not always. The girl would be sitting on a toilet making exaggerated grunting noises while in the act of defecating. Rose imagined herself watching the girl, unseen, though in close proximity. In the fantasy, Rose approached the girl, drawing close enough to touch her.
Some of Rose’s dreams were similar in nature. During these, the faces changed places. The girl on the toilet was often Rose, while the one in hiding became that person. Soon it became very difficult for Rose to have an orgasm without visualizing this fantasy or something similar. She was perplexed about this, particularly since she had not been familiar with the idea of sex and anything associated with the act of using the toilet. She had seen no references to it in her research on the computer.
What was it about this solitary visual that touched on Rose’s primal urges to such an extent? Nothing had even come close. It both concerned her and fascinated her. One evening while she was using the bathroom at home, she found herself reaching between her legs while on the toilet and touching a piece of firm shit as it pushed out of her. She grasped it with her hand and brought it out to the light. Without thinking much about it, she brought it to her mouth and Sex hikayeleri touched it with her lips. She thought that, if it weren’t for the fact that it was her shit, she would like the way it felt. It was very warm and soft, kind of like the clay she sometimes worked with in her art class. She was intentionally trying not to smell it, since she was aware that the odor was disagreeable and she knew that things often tasted much different from the way they smelled.
She loved vegetables when her mother cooked them in the steamer but they smelled awful, Rose recalled. Keeping this in mind, she carefully placed her tongue against it and held it for a moment. As Rose, suspected, the taste was far from what the smell conveyed. In fact she rather liked it. It was a green, earthy taste that produced a sense of nostalgia in Rose. This feeling was followed by an intense warmth and euphoria so pleasurable that an involuntary whimper escaped from her lips.
She began to lick the brown log, cautiously at first, then with greater fervor. With each taste, her ecstasy increased, until she was scarcely aware of her surroundings. At some point, she ceased using her tongue and began biting off pieces with her teeth, chewing and swallowing each mouthful with the enthusiasm of someone devouring a delectable piece of chocolate. Suddenly she was empty handed. She had eaten the entire piece of shit!
Rose felt as if someone else had been in control of her actions. It was like she had been dreaming during the past few moments. She clearly remembered coming into the bathroom, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them and her panties down. She vaguely recalled beginning her bowel movement. At this point, Rose had seemed to move outside of her body. It was as if another part of her had assumed control. It was this other Rose that had performed the disgusting acts of which she was only vaguely aware. As if in a trance, Rose stood and pulled up her jeans. She moved slowly to the mirror and gazed in disbelief at her reflection.
A chocolate colored smear coated her lips and surrounded her mouth. She drew closer to the image and saw that her teeth were no longer white. They were the same color as her lips and Rose saw tiny chunks like brown corn, stuck between them. How could this be her reflection? She was looking into the eyes of a depraved creature who bore very little resemblance to the teenage girl that everyone knew as Rose.
Suddenly she was reminded of a story she read about a group of boys who had been stranded on an island. After being separated from civilization for awhile, the boys began to behave more like animals than humans. The author hadn’t included shit eating as part of the boys regression but Rose would have found the story more interesting if he had.
She realized that she had become horny while thinking about her version of the story. What was wrong with her? It occurred to her that she had been in such a daze, she had pulled up her jeans without wiping. This didn’t astonish her as much as realizing that she was getting wet thinking about the crack of her ass being dirty.
It was the nastiness that she found such a turn on. The “old” Rose was apparently being submerged, as “new” Rose was surfacing. It was the only way she could rationalize what was happening. Rose had always been highly sexual, physically and mentally. As long as she could remember, however, this part of her had been stifled by her parents attitudes. Rose knew enough about psychology to realize that this kind of suppressive upbringing could make crazy kids. It was what the experts thought caused multiple personalities. Rose often felt like she had different personalities.
Her sexual fantasies usually focused on toilet behavior but she had never considered eating her own shit! She thought, “what would it be like to taste another girl’s shit?” This thought began to make her very horny and she wondered about ways to make it happen. Marcie had continued to be the subject of many of Rose’s fantasies.
The incident at school led Rose to believe Marcie might be attracted to girls. She considered some ways that she might explore this possibility. It was the first time that Rose had considered implementing a plan to bring about one of her fantasies and she was terrified but very excited.
The following day, she searched anxiously for Marcie but didn’t see her in the hallways or during gym class. She casually mentioned her absence to one of the other girls in gym but the girl just shrugged.
After school, Rose walked slowly toward home, gazing down at the sidewalk as her mind churned on the many confusing thoughts going through her head. As she past the park, she was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear her name being called the first time. “Rose”! A girls voice yelled. Rose looked up and saw a girl sitting alone on the grass under one of the weeping willow trees. Realizing it was Marcie, her heart skipped and she felt her face become hot.
She tried to reply but she had forgotten how to use her voice. “What’s wrong with me”? Rose thought. Finally, she heard a croak, resembling her voice, “hey Marcie, missed you at school”. “Really”? Marcie gave a shy smile. “I’m surprised you noticed I wasn’t there.”
Rose replied, “uh, yeah. I was kinda looking for you.” “How come?” said Marcie. Rose’s face felt as if it was on fire.
“Oh, I dunno. Guess I’ve been thinking about you.” A look of genuine pleasure came over Marcie’s face.
“REALLY? I’ve been thinking about you a lot! ever since that day I saw you watching me on the toilet.” Rose gulped and laughed n
ervously.
She blurted a lame response, “Oh that, I was taking a shower and we just happened to look up at the same time.” She couldn’t meet Marcie’s eyes as she said this. When she glanced up she saw the same look of amusement she recalled seeing that day from the shower.
Marcie began nodding slowly and said, “Ok”. Do you normally take showers with your clothes on?”
Rose was so embarrassed that she covered her face with her hands and moaned, “Oh my God, you must think I’m a freak!” Marcie replied, “wanna know something? I was kinda hoping you were.”
This comment stunned Rose and she was silent for several moments. Then Marcie spoke again, “that was a dumb thing to say Rose, it just came out. I hope you didn’t take me wrong. ”
It was Marcie’s turn to be embarrassed. “Its just that I knew you were watching me and I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’ve noticed that you watch the girls a lot and I figured you were gay. I’ve known I was a lesbian for a couple of years. It really made me hot when I saw you watching me using the bathroom.”
Rose said, “do you have a girlfriend, Marcie?” She shook her head. “I’ve never kissed a girl or anything. No one knows how I feel about girls except you. Since I normally don’t hang around other kids much, I don’t think anybody suspects. Do you date someone?”
“No,” replied Rose, “but I don’t think my sex preference is as much a secret as yours. I’ve heard talk and noticed the way some of the kids look at me. I’ve never had lots of girlfriends cause I would end up having crushes on them that I couldn’t hide. Also, I don’t think I’m a typical lesbian cause I hate sports and guy stuff. The problem with that is that it keeps me from having friends that are boys too.” The girls were both quiet for several minutes. Suddenly they both turned toward each other and kissed, very gently on the lips. Rose pulled back and looked around nervously. “Should we be doing this here”?
“Shhhh”, replied Marcie. She took Rose’s face in her hands. Looking directly into her eyes, she reached out her and licked Rose’s lips. A shudder ran through Rose as her eyes closed involuntarily. Marcie began using her tongue to bathe Rose’s face slowly and deliberately. Rose let her body relax as she laid back on the soft grass. She felt Marcie move over her. She was aware of Marcie’s breasts pressing against her own as she continued the tongue bath.
Rose felt her mind relax as well. She imagined Marcie’s tongue on other parts of her. Suddenly she realized that Marcie had stopped. Rose opened her eyes and looked Sikiş hikayeleri into Marcie’s eyes, which were only inches above hers. Marcie seemed transfixed as she gazed back at Rose. “I want all of you. I want to take you inside of me and be inside of you at the same time. Let me eat and drink you Rose.”
Rose was moved but uncertain about the meaning of her words. She replied, “I want you too, Marcie. I think about you all the time.” She felt herself blushing hotly. “I’ve even had dreams of you.” Recalling the context of many of the dreams, Rose looked down in embarrassment.
“What’s wrong?”, said Marcie. Rose hesitated, then replied, “some of those dreams were, you know, pretty, uh, vivid.” Rose had a sudden desire to be totally honest with Marcie. The “new Rose” that had withheld these longings had finally found another enlightened soul. Rose realized that perhaps Marcie was indeed the kindred sister she had unknowingly been seeking.
“If I share something with you will you promise not to hate me?” Marcie gasped, “Rose, I could never hate you. Unless…well, I mean, unless you were a big Country and Western fan.” As Marcie said this, she gave a look of exaggerated horror. Rose realized she was teasing and they giggled.
“Seriously, Marcie, this is very personal and embarrassing. I know you’re going to think I’m a perv but I don’t care. It’s been a big part of my life for the past several months.” Rose was silent for a moment, then said softly, I’m just going to say it, ok? Please don’t look at me or say anything until I’m finished.” Marcie nodded in assent. “Ok, here goes.” Rose took a deep breath, then began. “Ever since that day in the locker room, I’ve been dreaming and fantasizing about you. At first it was normal. I mean, just kissing and touching and stuff. Nothing, you know, ‘kinky’.” She paused, “shit this is hard. Ok, after awhile the dreams became kind of weird. Like, sometimes you were in the bathroom on the toilet.” Rose heard Marcie gasp softly. “I know, it’s sick but something about you using the bathroom is incredibly exciting to me. The thought off you straining and pushing on the toilet is enough to make me come at times.”
Marcie touched Rose’s arm and she jumped. “Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to surprise you. I just think that’s so hot.”
Rose looked at her for the first time since she began talking. “Are you serious? Don’t you think it’s sick?”
Marcie replied, “well, yes, it’s very sick. But it’s also so fucking hot! I’ve read about scat but never heard anyone talk about it like this. I guess I didn’t think it was real. You know how you read about stuff that seems too outrageous to be true, exaggerations and shit.”
Rose started, “scat? You mean it has a name? I thought I was the only one who thought about it!” Rose realized that maybe she wasn’t such a sicko after all. “Well, I guess it’s a little different but at least I’m not alone in my weirdness!”
Marcie giggled, “not at all baby. The idea that you think me taking a shit is a turn on, well, that is a huge turn on for me! Is there something else in your dreams that happens?”
Rose paused, then nodded sheepishly. “Are you sure you want to hear this”? Marcie exclaimed, “hell yes! I’ve never been a sex object! She giggled excitedly.
Rose began with her recent experience in the bathroom at home. She thought that it would be hard to talk about but once she started, the words tumbled out with little effort. She shared the feelings of being another person and becoming disconnected from herself.
Rose even talked about her long obsession with “perverse” sex, particularly involving the toilet. “I’ve felt that there was something wrong with me. Do you have any idea what’s its like to feel like your the only person in the world that thinks a certain way? I mean, my god, Marcie. I ate my own shit and got turned on by it! How sick is that? Not only that but I fantasize about other girls peeing and shitting!
You want to know what my deepest darkest fantasy is?” Rose paused for a moment, not sure if she could actually tell this to Marcie. She glanced at her friend, who had been listening intently, her eyes conveying total concentration. Marcie nodded eagerly in assent, voicing a barely audible, “uh huh”.
To herself Rose quipped, “why stop now? She already knows I’m a sicko.” To Marcie she said, “Ok, this is something I’m even embarrassed to tell myself, let alone someone else! In this fantasy, I’m in the girl’s bathroom in a public place, like a park or something. I’m sitting in one of the stalls watching the women as they come in and use the bathroom. It’s like I’m waiting for one in particular. Finally, this beautiful Hispanic girl comes in. She’s wearing shorts and a tank top and is real sweaty, like she’s been running or working out. She goes into the stall next to mine. I can see her because there’s a hole in wall between the stalls. The girl is big but not fat, you know?
Did you ever watch any of those road movies with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby? Their favorite female star was Dorothy Lamour, who was a gorgeous brunette. She had an incredible, full figured body. I think she was so sexy. Anyway, that’s the kind of body the girl in my fantasy has.” Rose was quiet for a moment, then said, “I love your body Marcie. I wish I had your figure. I’ve always been too skinny.”
When Marcie didn’t respond, Rose glanced at her and noticed she was looking down, seemingly deep in thought. “Is something wrong Marcie?” She reached out and touched the girl’s hand softly.
Marcie replied, “Oh no, not really. I’m not used to compliments I guess. No one’s every told me they liked anything about my body. I always thought I was fat.” She looked up and smiled sweetly at Rose. “I always thought you had the perfect body.”
Rose thought a moment, then said, “Isn’t it weird how we both hate our own bodies?” Marcie replied, “yeah, kinda, but I think it’s pretty normal for girls to hate their bodies. My sister told me she used to think she was a big fat pig. Funny thing is, she’s the hottest thing in panties I’ve ever seen. She’s had offers from modeling companies all over. You want to hear something sick? I’ve had fantasies about her since I was like 13.” I don’t think I could ever go through with it, even if she was gay and I was really drunk.” Rose quipped, “what if you were gay and she was drunk?” They both giggled. “So finish telling me your fantasy,” Urged Marcie
“Shit, I was hoping you had forgotten,” Rose replied. She took a deep breath and asked, “ok, where was I?” “You were in the outhouse lusting over Dorothy what’s her name,” said Marcie.
“Lamour, oh yeah, I remember. Anyway, I’m being really quiet while this girl goes into the stall next to me and pees. Then I can hear her making these, you know, grunting noises. Not really grunting, more feminine than that. Imagine Marilyn Monroe grunting. Like that.”
Marcie looked puzzled, “who?” Rose shook her head, “never mind, its not important. Anyway! I suddenly hear this wet plopping noise. Once, twice, then a big ‘foosh’, that sounds like she let the air out of a balloon, then a big splash, like she poured soup or something into the toilet. Are you grossed out yet?”
Marcie replied, “definitely, but horny as hell. Don’t stop.” Marcie did look very turned on to Rose. Her eyes had taken on a glint that Rose hadn’t noticed previously. Also, to Rose’s amusement, Marcie had begun licking her lips frequently and her mouth hung open slightly.
Rose was aware that her delay in relating the fantasy was deliberate. She had always been very private and expressing the “toilet fantasy” to another person was something she was not prepared for. She felt very exposed. Though Marcie’s acceptance seemed genuine, Rose couldn’t’t dispel the fears of embarrassment and ridicule regarding her sexuality. “Thanks mom,” thought Rose grimly.
Marcie regarded her curiously, “are you ok”? Rose jumped, “oh sorry Marcie, I went somewhere for a minute. I’m back now.” She shook her head slightly, murmuring a silent, “fuck you mom”, before continuing her narrative. “Ok, so believe it or not, this chicks having diarrhea and It’s making me hot.” Erotik hikaye She ignored the rising heat in her face and continued. “I quietly leave my stall and knocked on the door to her’s. I hear her gasp softly but not say anything. I knock again and say ‘please’? In my fantasy, the girl understands and opens the door. She asks what I want and instead of answering I enter her stall and close the door.” At this point Rose realized that her eyes were closed and she was slipping into the visualization of her fantasy. She found that she could control this to an extent. She was able to remain present with Marcie, while allowing another part of herself to be in her fantasy. It occurred to her that this “other self” might be useful if she became familiar with it instead of fearing it. She was silently congratulating herself on this “revelation”, when a hand touched her arm.
Marcie was looking at her with concern. “Are you OK? You just went away again. That was weird. You went into your fantasy, didn’t you?” Rose nodded. “That was at least partially true”, she thought. “Where was I?”, she said.
“In the stall with the Lamour chica”, replied Marcie. “Sorry Marcie. This is hard for me. I’ve never talked about myself like this. Guess I’m stalling.” Marcie said, “hey girl, say no more. You can stop if you want. I have to go real bad anyway. The restrooms are over by the pool, I’ll be right back.” She started to hop up then paused. She grimaced slightly and muttered, “jeez, I hope I make it. Mom fixed her juevos y frijoles this morning and they’re getting loud.”
Rose looked puzzled, “oh, you had eggs and beans?” “Si, I mean yeah. It’s her speciality, with lots of chili’s. You know, jalapeno’s!” Marcie replied with a grin. “ooh. I’ve got to go, ahora! Seeya soon!” She walked quickly toward the pool, then broke into a halfhearted trot.” Rose grinned back. Suddenly, she had a thought that seemed so perverse that she giggled nervously and tried to ignore it. The thought came back with such intensity that her face felt on fire and she realized she was having trouble breathing. She was, in fact, gasping. “I can’t do that. It’s crazy. What would she think?” The next thing Rose knew, she was hurrying after Marcie. New Rose was in charge again!
Marcie had no sooner yanked down her shorts than she felt the familiar hot squirt from her ass. She quickly plopped onto the toilet and sighed in relief. “Oh mama,” she thought out loud. “How can they taste so good and hurt so bad”? This frantic rush to the toilet was typical behavior for Marcie, for whom spicy food was a family staple. Because of this “cultural phenomenon”, she noticed the location of the nearest toilet whenever she left home.
Marcie thought about Rose. She was beginning to really like her, though this was the first time they had even had a conversation. Rose was definitely unique, in a way that Marcie found incredibly sexy. Rose’s sexual proclivities were one of the primary turn-on’s for her as well. Like Rose, Marcie was sexually precocious. However, their familial experiences could not have been more different. Sex was a popular topic in Marcie’s household. Nothing was taboo. Her mother’s views on this had been expressed numerous times; “if you can’t ask your mama, you’ll want to find out some other way. That’s when you get into trouble.”
Marcie heard someone open the door. She waited to hear someone enter the other stall but the sound never came. Then she heard a soft knock on her stall door.
She heard a familiar voice whisper, “Marcie”? Marcie said, “yeah baby, you ok”? “I’m fine. Let me in,” replied Rose.
Marcie was momentarily puzzled. “Is something wrong”?” “Please open the door Marcie”, Rose said. Marcie heard an insistence in Rose’s voice that seemed almost like desperation. With a shrug, she leaned forward and unlatched the stall door. She sat back down and watched as Rose stepped into the stall, turned and latched the door. Marcie remained puzzled until a light finally came on in her head. When her eyes met Rose’s, the confirming look sent a chill through Marcie that felt like an electric charge. Her knowledge of Rose’s intentions brought her such feelings of lust that she could scarcely breathe. She was simply unable to get her mind around what this beautiful girl apparently wanted to do to her. As incredibly horny as Marcie was feeling, she remembered that, thanks to Mama’s spicy breakfast, her diarrhea had been especially nasty today. She suddenly felt very self conscious and reached for the toilet paper.
To her surprise and dismay, Rose gently grasped her hand. “Let me darling. Let me service you. I want you to share my fantasy.” Rose helped Marcie stand and turn around to face the toilet. She then whispered, “lean forward baby. Put your hands against the wall.” Marcie obeyed silently. At this point her breathing had become gasps and she felt somewhat faint. She had no idea what to expect, since her experience in sex of any kind had been limited to watching Internet porn and fantasizing. Even her fantasies hadn’t encompassed this. Then she felt soft hands touching the cheeks of her ass and gently spreading them. Looking down into the toilet, she saw the brown, liquid mess that been inside of her only moments before.
Self consciousness came over her again and she was about to protest when she felt Rose’s warm, wet tongue began slowly licking the inside of her upper thigh. Marcie heard soft whimpering sounds, then realized they were coming from her mouth, which had opened involuntarily. The thought that this was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced passed through her mind.
At this point, the exquisite tongue entered the crack of her ass, following one side all the way up, then down the other side. She was conscious of Rose pausing at the top of her ass to swallow, before reversing the direction. The part of Marcie that had wanted to protest was nowhere to be found.
“Come on, Marcie, sit on me”, she heard Rose whisper. She felt herself being pulled down and backward. Not being prepared for this, she felt herself falling. Her shorts being around her ankles didn’t help her dilemma.
Rose’s determination gave her amazing strength and Marcie was completely within her control. She was pulled down onto Rose, her ass planting directly on her face. She had attempted to squat but was unsuccessful. Therefore, her full weight was on Rose, each of her legs outstretched on either side her lover.
She was worried at first that she might be hurting Rose but the tongue overwhelmed her senses, obliterating any thoughts of protest. She felt Rose’s probing member plunge into her filthy hole, penetrating deeper than Marcie had ever pushed her own finger while masturbating. A loud gasp escaped from her lips as the tongue somehow pushed even deeper, seemingly entering her bowels. Rose’s lips surrounded Marcie’s ass and began slurping and sucking loudly, as the tongue continued its explorations. Marcie screamed with pleasure. She grasped Rose’s shoulders and began pulling herself downward until Rose’s face was completely submerged into her crack.
Marcie felt such intense pleasure that she had the sensation of leaving her body. She had a sudden vision of herself as she sat astride Rose. However, in this perception, Rose’s entire head was inside Marcie’s ass. It occurred to her that Rose couldn’t possibly breathe. This thought was replaced by the awareness of a need to shit. The urge was too great to repress, so she relaxed and let go. Marcie was only vaguely aware of a powerful whooshing sound as she felt a huge amount of liquid being expelled. By this time, Marcie was so controlled by her lust that Rose’s welfare was not foremost in her mind.
Instead she became strangely concerned about making a mess. In desperation, she grasped Rose’s shoulders and forcibly pushed her spewing asshole between the girl’s waiting lips. She felt Rose increase her sucking and swallowing to a frenzied pace. Though she couldn’t see it, she imagined her disgusting shit juice filling the girl’s mouth until she was forced to swallow. Marcie lost count after 10 mouthfuls.
When at last, Marcie was emptied, she reached down and patted Rose gratefully on the tummy. She felt wonderful. The stomach cramps were gone and thanks to her new friend, diarrhea might become something to look forward to.

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It’s odd to be sitting here in the Florida sunshine as a great grandmother and to remember that I never even met my first American until I was almost eighteen. That was when the big war was being fought in Europe. I’m an old, old lady now but I still remember that windy April afternoon when I ran an errand to Mill Cottage and everything that happened to me there.
My home was in a small rural village in England and I was waiting to be drafted by the government for work in a munitions factory. It was something I was looking forward to because most of the factories were in the cities, and I’d never been to a city. My father was a farm laborer who’d spent his entire life in our village. The only break in his dawn to dusk chores was when he acted as warden in the village church every Sunday. Perhaps it was because he was such a well respected member of the Vicar’s flock that I became a Sunday School teacher. Not that I minded, as there was very little else to do while I waited to be sent away. There were no more dances, no more church socials, not with all the young men away fighting Hitler and all the older people having to work twice as hard to keep things going. The village had become a stagnant little backwater and now even my girl friends were leaving to help make tanks and shells.

I sometimes wonder how long it would have taken me to wake up to real life if I hadn’t run that errand for the Vicar. Anyway, I did, and Mill Cottage turned out to be an instant education by courtesy of our American allies and a pair of English courtesans. And all because the Vicar wanted to ingratiate himself with Mrs Harrington by sending her a bottle of home made dandelion wine!

Mrs Harrington wasn’t a villager at all, nor her friend who lived with her, Mrs Walsh. They were a couple of snobby upper class London wives who’d only moved to the countryside to escape the blitz. They were far richer and more sophisticated than any of us, they wore fancy clothes, their children were in private boarding schools and their husbands were stockbrokers or something. Whatever they did for a living, Mr Harrington and Mr Walsh only came down about once a month to visit their wives. I think perhaps they were quite enjoying the war as temporary bachelors. Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh, on the other hand, were clearly pining for London and were only kept away by fear of the bombing. Which all seemed like good reasons to me why they didn’t deserve anything as a gift, not even a bottle of dandelion wine. Another good reason was that I was the one who was going to have to pedal out with it to their home at Mill Cottage, three miles away from the village.

Transport was always a problem in the war. Very few people owned cars, and in any case civilian fuel supplies were so tightly rationed there was none to spare except for the most necessary journeys, so anybody with a bicycle and a pair of strong young legs was always being asked to run errands. Mostly I didn’t mind, but I knew just as well as the Vicar that the only reason he was asking me to run this errand was to curry favor with our local ladies of substance. Perhaps he was hoping there might be a handsome subscription from them eventually for his church restoration fund. Yet, young and naive as I was, I didn’t think he had much chance of getting any cash from either of those two, no matter how deep their purses. Not that I knew anymore about them than the local gossip, though there was plenty of that.

In a village as small as mine a couple of women living on their own caused a lot of loose talk, most of it nonsense, I thought. They were good looking women though, that was true enough. They were much of an age, in their early thirties I suppose. Mrs Harrington had brilliant red hair, which she let grow in a long pony tail all the way down to her waist and always wore rather flamboyant earrings. She was tall and trim and apparently played tennis and golf very well. The dashing air of self confidence in the way she walked around the village always had the men looking after her swishing skirt and the long legs underneath it. As for Mrs Walsh, she was a little shorter and full figured who wore her blonde hair in a high combed style. Both of them dressed like models, even in wartime, right down to nylon stockings, an almost unheard of luxury then. Perhaps there was some truth in those rumors about fancy cars belonging to black market crooks being seen parked near the cottage.

Which was really why I decided to deliver that lousy bottle of wine. Because I was curious about whether anything out of the ordinary did go on at Mill Cottage. Not that I was likely to be any the wiser after I’d been there of course, but at least it was an excuse to go and knock on the door. The back door, of course. I knew the ladies wouldn’t want a farm worker’s daughter knocking on their front door as if I was their social equal.

Having decided to do the job, I found myself heading out of the village on a blowy April afternoon with tree branches flouncing around in a cold wind which was blowing straight into my face. By the time I got to Mill Cottage I was so fed up with the whole stupid business that I just wanted to turn around and get an easy ride home before the wind changed direction. I wheeled my bike down the small gravel drive at the side of the cottage and then stopped in surprise at what I saw.

Parked up behind the cottage, completely out of sight of the road, was a small car quite unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It was square at the front and back, painted olive green, with a raised canvas hood and a long radio aerial sticking up at the back. Obviously it was a military vehicle of some kind. There were white stars on the sides and I realised it must belong to the American army. Apart from anything else the steering wheel was on the wrong side. Then I remembered a picture I’d seen in the newspaper, with General Montgomery riding in a car that looked like this. A joop, or a jeep, or something like that was what it had been called. I didn’t know anything about American cars. In fact I didn’t know anything at all about Americans, except from what I’d seen on the films and newsreels at the cinema. All I’d ever seen of them in real life were a few big planes flying overhead with these same white star badges on the wings.

Of course I was very curious about what the joop was doing at Mill Cottage. A large metal box with yellow lettering and numbers on it was wedged in between the two front seats. I thought perhaps it might contain bullets, which seemed even more likely when I saw that the lid was closed with a padlock. Then I took a second look and realized that the hasp was hanging free. Anybody who wanted to could lift up the lid and look inside the box.

There was nobody in the back yard, nobody at the closed back door, no flutter of movement at any of the cottage’s curtains. All that was needed was for me to lean inside and flick open the top of the box, and if anybody came out I could say I was just wanted to see the inside of the joop. So I leaned in and opened the lid, to find that what I was prying into was a treasure chest of off-the-ration luxuries.There were packets and packets of cigarettes in strange soft packets which had a picture of a camel on them. I wondered why, because I didn’t think there were any camels in America – I’d never seen any on the films, anyway, There were bars of chocolate, there were jars of coffee, there were the protruding necks of four bottles.

I lifted one of them out far enough to read the label – genuine Haig whiskey! So much for the Vicar’s dandelion wine as a home front comfort. Yet the most impressive thing of all to me were the cellophane wrappings with nylon stockings in them. Now I knew how Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh were able to wear real nylons whilst the rest of us had to make do with seams painted on the backs of our legs! And perhaps the three boxes of contraceptive sheaths mixed in amongst all these luxury goods supplied a clue as to why they were getting such treats.

Of course, even in my remote little village, we’d heard stories about how US serviceman were incredibly rich, with access to all kinds of fancy supplies, and how successful they’d been in spreading them out amongst the lower sort of girls in return for. . . well, in return. But this was the home of two respectable married women. It couldn’t be that they were playing fast and loose with the Yanks, surely?

And just as I was turning that question over in my mind I heard a woman laugh from somewhere nearby. Bewildered, I looked around and realised that the sound come from the wash house on the other side of the small yard. Smoke was rising out of the chimney, which suddenly seemed very odd, because I knew that Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh had a woman come in on every Monday to do their washing and that day wasn’t a Monday.

This is were I have to give everybody a little bit of an history lesson in how domestic chores were done in the old days. Before electricity and washing machines came along the usual thing in most English houses was to do the laundry in a ‘copper’. A copper was a very large circular sink – made of copper coated metal – big enough to hold a week’s houshold laundry together with several gallons of water. Coppers were usually built into the top of a large square brick fireplace about waist height. Except in the larger houses it was always put into an outside building, with a hand operated water pump next to it. The housewife’s job was to keep working the handle on the pump to fill the copper up with water, with occasional breaks to tend to the fire underneath it, until the copper was half full and the water as hot as possible. Then the dirty laundry went in and the whole lot was stirred around many times until it was considered washed. Afterwards it was taken out and everything rinsed in a wooden cask. And after that – well, I’ll tell you about those arrangements by and by. Anyway, the one thing you didn’t usually hear in a washouse was anybody laughing – there was too much hard work done in them for that. So I found it hard to believe our two high society ladies could be doing their own laundry, and even harder to believe they could be enjoying it.

The wash house door was closed. Of course, normally, if I’d have just opened it and walked in, because it wasn’t like going into a house uninvited. Most wash houses were usually shared by several houses anyway. This time though I could justify it to myself to be rather cautious, as Mill Cottage already seemed to have a guest, or guests. I was therefore perfectly entitled to take a cautious peek through one of the wash house windows before I disturbed anybody. At least that was what I told myself as I sought a way to satisfy my burning interest about what was going on in the place. So I walked around the small building until I found a small window misted up on the inside. So misted up that it was impossible to see through.

It was an infuriating situation because it was clearly the only window in the wash house and it was ideally situated, on the far side from the cottage and facing a high hedge row at the back of the cottage garden. Nobody could see me standing there, but I couldn’t see anything either. If it had been an ordinary sort of window the situation would have stayed like that. Only it wasn’t an ordinary sort of window, it was one of the old fashioned type made of lots of small diamond shaped panes of glass set in lead strips. Old fashioned and flimsy, and one of the panes near the top of the window had been knocked out. If only I could just lift myself up a foot or so …

Looking around, I saw several old bricks at the bottom of the wall, stacked together and almost completely hidden from sight by overgrowing grass and nettles. I plucked out three of the bricks, carefully, but still got stung on the wrist by a nettle in my hurry. With the bricks put back on top of each other and with my right foot resting on the top one I was able to lift myself up high enough to put my eye to the gap in the window.

The copper was set in the very middle of the wash house. A steady fire was burning in the grate underneath the copper, with a gently rising cloud of steam above it, and a considerable pile of firewood still waiting to be used. There was a table, a plain old wooden table, near to the fireplace. On the table was a naked man.

Well, naked except for a green towel draped over his bottom as he lay on his stomach on top of the table. On top of the table and on top of some more towels which had been spread across it like table clothes. His hands were resting near his head, the bent arms showing great bulges of muscle on the upper biceps. His face was turned away from me but it was easy to see that he was in the prime of life and physical condition, at least six feet tall, and heavily tanned from the sun in a very un-English way. Another alien thing was the way his black hair had been cut right down almost to his skull, top and sides.

If I was astonished by the sight of the American, as I supposed he must be, I was even more astonished at seeing a woman leaning over him, rubbing her palms over his shoulders and neck muscles. It was Mrs Harrington, smiling as I’d never seen her smile before, Mrs Harrington wearing a white bed sheet wrapped around her like a Dorothy Lamour sarong, and the sheet so damp it seemed to be sticking to her like a second skin. In fact it was obvious she had nothing on underneath the sheet at all!

This was like something the Vicar often preached about in church, about Soddom and Gomorah and all the world’s wickedness. And here in his own parish, a married woman indecently dressed was putting her hands on another man! Yet if I was shocked I was fascinated by the scene, scarcely daring to breathe. Even better was to come though, because Mrs Walsh came around the copper carrying a tray in her hands, a rectangular wooden tray with one small drinking glass on it. Incredibly, she was wearing nothing but a sheet as well, a blue one this time. The only thing which seemed to be holding it up over her breasts was a clothes peg visible in the quivering cleavage between them.

The next thing that happened, astonishingly, was the sight of Mrs Walsh getting down on both her knees at the head of the table and holding the tray up to the man as if she was acting the role of a slave girl! He laughed and said something to Mrs Walsh I couldn’t catch, but she stood up again. In response he raised his other hand and my eyes bulged when I saw the huge shiny pistol in it. I’d never seen one before in my life except in gangster films. The Yank pointed the pistol at Mrs Walsh and she stood still. Then he said something else and Mrs Harrington took her hands off his shoulders and walked around behind Mrs Walsh. Then, and not believing it possible, I saw her reach up in front of her her friend and pull the clothes peg free, letting the sheet slide down over Mrs Walsh until she was standing in front of the man completely naked from the waist up!

Mrs Walsh held the tray underneath her well shaped breasts and gently lifted them up on it with the glass carefully balanced between the pale skinned mounds. She was watching the American as if unsure of his reactions. In the meantime Mrs Harrington stood there grinning, holding the blue sheet around the other woman’s waist. Then she let it fall down to the floor and Mrs Walsh was standing there without a stitch on. If somebody had fired off a shot gun directly behind me at that moment I don’t think I would even have turned my head. Yet this was still only the beginning.

Mrs Walsh slowly knelt down in front of the Yank again, being very careful not to spill the glass. Without any hurry at all he put down the gun Sex hikayeleri on the table, reached out with his thumbs and forefingers and brazenly tweaked both of Mrs Walsh’s bared nipples jutting out over the edge of the tray!

Her hands were trembling. I knew they were because the tray was, and I knew the tray was trembling because both of the breasts piled up on top of it were quivering like newly set jellies. Mrs Walsh was staring down at her own vibrations and at the fingers playing on her with a kind of pursed mouthed concentration, apparently determined on keeping the glass from spilling over. As for Mrs Harrington she leaned forward over her friend and squeezed the Yank’s biceps as if to encourage him. Then I saw her bend forward a little closer as though he was telling her to do something. She nodded, smiled again, reached down with an extended finger between her companion’s breasts and apparently dipped it into the glass. Then the Yank released his grip on Mrs Walsh and Mrs Harrington immediately applied her long fingernail to the very same places, apparently smearing each of her friend’s nipples with a drop of liquid from the glass.

Talk about exciting! I was watching all this in complete disbelief. I saw Mrs Walsh wriggle further forward on her knees and lift the tray higher towards the Yank’s face. He had the pistol in his hand again and pointed it down towards her legs. Then he leaned forward and started to lick on each of the nipples in turn as Mrs Walsh apparently struggled to keep the tray level, struggling even more as the man slid further forward yet on the table and took a mouthful of her right tit into his opened mouth. The tray began quivering again and Mrs Walsh surprised me by suddenly laughing out aloud in the same way as I had first heard outside.

My impression was that the pistol wasn’t a real threat, more a kind of symbol of power. Neither of the women seemed to be in real fear, I was sure of that. They were playing out roles which they were willing to do and the gun was there as a kind of stage prop. Whatever was going on there was no doubt that both of them seemed totally unabashed in doing whatever the Yank wanted them to. It also seemed just as certain that one or both of them were soon going to get treated in the same way as married women were treated all the time. I certainly hoped so because I really wanted to watch that! I was also hoping that it wouldn’t be long before it happened because my eye was watering already with squinting through the small hole and my right ankle was aching from balancing awkwardly on the bricks. Still, it was well worth it because now Mrs Walsh had put down the tray and was holding each of her nipples in turn up to the Yank’s mouth, dribbling a few drops from the glass onto herself each time, apparently as a way of encouraging him to keep on sucking both of the jutting tips.

It was simply so obvious how excited she was, obvious not only because her teats were sticking out so much, but by the way she was offering them to him with an almost abject eagerness to please, as if she was a puppy lying on her back surrendering to the authority of the pack leader. When I remembered how the pair of them strutted around the village with their noses in the air – well, I would have given a fortune to have some kind of a magic crystal ball or television set at home which would show this scene over and over again. Not that I’d ever seen a television set, of course, but I had once met a man who said he’d watched one in London before the war.

Soon there was something better to see than any television. Mrs Harrington went back to the side of the table, where she had been before, on the opposite side of it to the window I was looking through. She calmly reached down and pulled the towel off the man’s bottom. As she was neatly folding it I stared at the sight, the paler rounds of flesh in the middle of the long stretches of well tanned skin. Then she put her hands on each of the taut buttocks and stroked them with her palms, just as she had done to his shoulders. The Yank stirred and moved around, then apparently lost interest in Mrs Walsh’s bosom, glancing back and lifting his bottom up an inch or so off the table. The reason why was probably because Mrs Harrington’s right hand had slid out of sight, down between the top of the legs, and the only place those long fingernails could be now was around his balls. It was like getting a bull aroused for a tupping session with a cow.

Mrs Walsh got up and walked around the table on my side, still stark naked and blocking my view of what was happening but apparently helping her friend in her work. Mrs Harrington stepped back and pulled down the top of her white sheet, revealing exactly what I expected to see: nothing but bare skin. Her breasts were a lot smaller than Mrs Walsh’s were, and she winked and smiled at her friend and ran her hands over herself before she stepped up to the table again. Her nipples were browner and larger in proportion to the other woman’s but just as taut.

Then I saw the American’s face for the clearly for the first time as he rolled over on his back. He was very good looking, with a strong chin and a straight nose, like the cowboys we saw in Hollywood films at the cinema. Or perhaps I was put in that way of mind by the pistol he was still holding. Mrs Harrington looked at his face, down at what was in front of her and then back at the man as if she had some great satisfaction in what she was seeing. I couldn’t see much myself because Mrs Walsh was in the way, but it seemed as if they were both playing with him together, which surely, I thought, there couldn’t be room for. Mrs Harrington moved sideways a step or so, leaned forward over the American, rested her hands on the other side of the table and began rubbing herself over him with her breasts dragging to and fro against the mat of curly black hair on the man’s powerful chest. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling. He laughed and put his free hand round behind her. Mrs Harrington moaned loud enough for me to hear as she wriggled her bottom around under the man’s touch. His other hand and the pistol in it was still pointing towards Mrs Walsh.

She moved around to the end of the table and I gaped at what I could see now, the jutting length of maleness that stood up proudly from the American’s loins. Without the slightest hesitation Mrs Harrington reached out to her side and stroked his length from top to bottom, from tip to balls, as calmly as if she was polishing a church candlestick – which was about the length and size of it as well. It didn’t seem necessary to threaten the women with a pistol when he could point something like that at them. Mrs Harrington certainly seemed to be fascinated by it and in watching her companion lean forward between his legs, further and further forward until her face was between his thighs. And then Mrs Walsh put out her tongue and lapped at the side of the rampant horn nearest to her.

Mrs Harrington giggled at the sight, still clutching the top of the Yank’s cock. Then she slid further up his body and lowered her head to kiss him full on the lips as he kept on fondling her amongst the folds of the rucked up sheet. After that she moved back again in the other direction, her tongue running over his body hair, until she was face to face with her friend. Mrs Walsh was still licking the Yank’s cock and both of their tongues met as if by appointment on the very tip of his straining flesh.

As for me, by this stage I wouldn’t have blinked if Adolf Hitler had goose stepped in singing ‘There’ll Always Be An England’ – I was past being surprised by anything. Our two most stuck up ladies, our local snobs, bellies down over a Yank soldier doing things I’d heard of but hardly believed possible. Both of them playing the same pink piccolo at the same time and to the same tune! But who would ever believe me if I told them? Oh, this was going to be good!

It was. First of all Mrs Harrington went to the side of the copper and picked up a small packet she tore open with her teeth. As she came back she took out what was inside it and put on the tip of his policeman’s helmet. With a lot of laughing the two respectable married ladies helped each other unroll the rubber sheath down over the American’s rearing organ, stretching the rubber so tightly it glinted in the flickering light from the open fireplace. It was obvious from the way that the man was rubbing himself up and down against their hands that there was a pressure bursting up inside him he urgently needed to relieve.

The Yank suddenly jumped up, grabbed Mrs Harrington’s sheet and pulled it off her body with one hand, to show she was wearing no more underneath it than her friend had been. Then he grabbed her by her ponytail and bent her forward over the table, still holding her hair and pressing the pistol against the side of her head.

Mrs Walsh leaned forward and reached down between the two of them, apparently positioning his cock for the first lunge forward into Mrs Harrington. When he moved his prisoner screeched like a scalded cat and then much louder again as the Yank jerked against her, wedging Mrs Harrington on that massive piston and beginning to pound it into her like the driving rod on a steam locomotive. Now he was on his feet I could see he was a giant of a man, as wide across the shoulder as the village well, with cords of muscle on him like a blacksmith. Mrs Harrington seemed like a puppet against him as he jerked her backwards one handed, then rammed her foward again with his hips. Not that she wasn’t helping as much as she could in sliding up and down his long inches, her hands gripping the table’s edge with whitened knuckles as she squealed like a slaughtered pig.

I wondered what each of them was feeling. The man was enjoying himself tremendously, proud of showing what he could do and obviously enjoying every movement. I thought he looked like a footballer scoring a goal with every stroke. Mrs Harrington – well, she making so much noise it seemed it might be more of a pain than a pleasure for her, until I saw her face and knew she was getting something out of the act that she had to have. Not just pleasure but a necessary fulfilment – like a moth fluttering above a candle that’s scorching its wings yet desperate to get even closer. It was fascinating.

Meanwhile Mrs Walsh was stepping off a chair onto the table. She stepped over the top of her friend then knelt down on top of her. Mrs Walsh’s bottom pinned Mrs Harrington to the table top, her hands resting on the other woman’s shoulders as if to make sure she couldn’t move.

The American put down the pistol, reached around Mrs Walsh with his huge hands and seized both of the plump breasts that hung down as if they were ripe fruit ready for picking. She seemed to enjoy that well enough, but I could see what she couldn’t, Mrs Harrington’s petulant expression at being held still and suddenly deprived of the Yank’s full attention. She twisted her head around to the left and then to her right, calling him to keep on fucking her. Yes, that was the word she actually used, loud enough for me to hear her, and with her supposed to be so middle class and posh. The Yank grinned in great good humour, suddenly looking like a schoolboy stealing a slice of cake, and then answered her begging with several thrusting strokes so powerful that I was sure the table was shoved forward an inch or so, even with all the weight that was on it. Mrs Harrington beat her palms flat on the table and honked – it’s the only word, through her nose and sounding just like a angry goose as her earrings jangled.

The man’s right hand dropped down onto Mrs Harrington’s spine in front of Mrs Walsh, then slid back to the bush of hair that was the same colour as Mrs Walsh’s hair. The fingers moved between the two women, underneath Mrs Walsh and up into her. Her thigh muscles tensed and her fingernails clutched at her friends shoulders as if she was riding her like a jockey, though it was clear that the only riding Mrs Harrington was concerned with was the one she was getting from the Yank. And it was then, at that moment, that Mrs Walsh lifted up her head, looked at me and shouted out in anger.

It was one of these times that you can see what’s going on in somebody’s mind without any need for words or even signs. She was already gasping for breath, her face screwed up and ruddy cheeked as she concentrated on her pleasures, and then she was suddenly staring at me and trying to warn the other two. The problem for her was that neither of them were interested right then in anything she had to say. As for me, I couldn’t believe she’d been able to spot my eye with everything else that had been taking her attention. Only when I looked down at the window did I realise what had happened. The fire had burnt down, the water in the copper wasn’t quite so hot now and some of the mist on the window had disappeared. Not much, but enough for me to see the firelight through it – which must mean, I supposed, that the upper part of my body was silhouetted against the daylight. Which was how Mrs Walsh must have seen that somebody was watching them. The question now was what to do next.

There was total confusion in my mind about whether to run away or apologise for being there. Then I decided that I was being a fool for thinking that any sort of an apology would get me out of this situation. The only thing to do was to get away as soon as possible. But Mrs Walsh was a lot more quick witted than I was. She forced herself up and back and looked down to where the Yank had put his pistol on top of the table. She reached for it, picked it up and aimed it directly at the window I was looking through.

“Stay there!” I heard her shout.

The pistol was waving around a lot but her finger was on the trigger and the barrel looked as big as a milk churn as it was aimed straight at my eye. Until then I hadn’t had the faintest idea of how frightening it can be to have a gun aimed at you, especially when you don’t know if it’s loaded or not. And even more especially when the person holding the gun might really be angry enough to use it. So I did something I never thought I’d have to do in my life. I held my hands up over my head like a surrendering soldier. But in my shock at what was happening I’d stepped down off the bricks and lost my viewpoint through the latched window. I could hear through it though, a mingled bellow of male triumph and a higher pitched shriek of absolute pleasure. It seemed that Mrs Harrington had finally touched the flame with her wings and the Yank was also very happy about his own situation.

I was much less happy about mine. Staring at the window pane a few inches in front of my face I wondered whether I was still visible through the misty glass from the other side. Perhaps I could run off now, get on my bike and pedal like mad for home. On the other hand maybe Mrs Walsh could see my outline against the daylight outside and if she saw it moving she might pull that trigger. I was pretty certain that the pistol wasn’t loaded, and I was almost sure that she couldn’t be crazy enough to try to kill me even if it was, but somehow those two facts seemed to weigh very lightly against the memory of that big gun aimed straight at me.

There was more to it though. If I stayed there it was certain that I was going to meet the Yank. And even if I wasn’t as smart or as well to do as Mrs Walsh and Mrs Harrington, I was younger than they were and I didn’t think I was so bad looking. And to be honest, I couldn’t see that what they were doing for their luxuries was so bad, especially not with a man who looked like that. I suppose I was getting bored with being a dutiful bible imbiber Sikiş hikayeleri and bored with living within the rules of village life. Truth to tell I’d just seen two women being treated like Chicago gangster’s molls and I envied them because it was the sort of mad moment which could never have happened in my life. Or at least I thought it couldn’t.

What did happen was that I suddenly found myself staring down the barrel of the pistol again, only without a window between me and it this time. And the reason for that was because the window had been pushed open and the man was standing in the frame, aiming the pistol straight at me.

“Who are you then, honey?” he asked me. He spoke very slowly, dragging the words out of his mouth as if he was pulling them out like strips of toffee. There was a deeper tone in that huge chest than I’d ever heard in anybody’s voice.

“Sarah Vandell – Sarah Vandell! I just came to deliver some wine, that’s all.”

“Oh God. It’s that bloody Sunday School teacher,” I heard Mrs Harrington say sharply. I couldn’t see her though, the Yank was completely filling the window space with his body.

“Wine?” He looked down at the bricks I’d piled up against the wall underneath the window. “You sure seem to go to a lot of trouble making your housecalls. Tell you what, young lady, why don’t you just step back up here where you where and tell us about yourself?”

“Please stop pointing that gun at me,” I protested. “It looks dangerous.”

He grinned, again looking for a second like a small boy: “Lady, in the army they always tell us that it’s the unloaded gun which kills people. This one is loaded and cocked and the safety catch is off, so it can’t possibly hurt you. Now just kindly come back where you where and then I’ll put the gun down.”

The wind seemed to be blowing even more strongly as I took a pace forward and put my weight on the brick pile again. Now I was looking directly into the Yank’s face. Dark skin, hooded eyes, high forehead, that convict style haircut, a glimpse of white teeth in sardonically smiling lips, a strange smell of sweat and – perfume? From Mrs Harrington or Mrs Walsh, or was it true what I’d heard, that American men splashed scent on their face after they’d shaved?

It wasn’t something I had time to think about. He did get rid of the pistol: he passed it to one of the women inside the wash house and immediately afterwards he put his hands underneath my armpits and lifted me off my feet as if I was a little girl. It was a tremendous surprise to be just hoisted and virtually dragged through the window – If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was wearing my long cycling skirt my knees would have been badly grazed on the window sill.

“Hi, honey, my name’s Reuben. I guess you know Harriet and Susan.”

Well, I didn’t, not by their Christian names, and I still didn’t know which one was which, nor did I care too much right then, because I was still being held up in his remarkably powerful hands with my toes just barely touching the paving stones. Above everything else I was acutely aware of the fact that I was about as close as I could be to a completely naked man

“Ladies, I think it’s time we turned the handle here”.

I didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about though it was obvious from the smile on Mrs Harrington’s face that she did. As for Mrs Walsh, she moved as quickly as she could to the mangle standing near to the copper.

You remember I promised to explain about the washing after it had been rinsed? Well, a mangle was a heavy cast iron upright frame and in the top of the frame were two wooden rollers, each one twice as thick as my arm, with the wet laundry squeezed item by item between the rollers as they were turned by a handle on a big wheel. I guessed that was the handle the Yank was talking about.

Yes, Mrs Walsh already had her hands on the crank handle. I saw that before the Yank spun me round so the mangle was behind me. Then I felt the back of my skirt being plucked up. Straining my neck around, I saw that Mrs Harrington had lifted up the hem and was feeding it between the rollers as her friend cranked the handle around. The American laughed, let go of me and as more and more of the skirt was drawn up between the rollers and I was pulled backwards, uselessly trying to hold down the hemline as it rose up my legs. I suppose I must have protested, but nobody took any notice of whatever I said, not until I was pinned back against the mangle with most of my skirt hanging out the other side of it. What was left to me was rucked up around my waist, so high up that I knew the bottoms of my old fashioned bicycling briefs with the elasticated leg pieces must be showing. The sneer on Mrs Harrington’s still flushed face was proof enough of that, let alone the Yank’s grin.

“Honey, you sure do have one nice pair of legs, especially for a Sunday School teacher.”

“Let me go, please.”

He picked up one of the towels off the table and tied it around his waist, sat down on the top of the table and reached out his hand to Mrs Harrington. She gave him the gun and he put it down next to himself.

“And you sure haven’t been short changed in the upper works either, Sarah. A nice little double handful there for any guy to play with.”

I felt my face burning and my tongue completely tied. I’d never even heard of any man daring to talk like this to a respectable girl. Mrs Harrington just laughed, picked up the tray and walked off towards another table with clothing thrown on top of it.

“Susan, why don’t you put some more wood on the fire? This is the only place I can get warm in a goddam country that’s never heard of central heating. Don’t worry about our unexpected guest, she’s going noplace soon.”

A couple of his fingers tapped lightly against the pistol and Mrs Walsh – Susan? – walked towards the fire. As she walked past the Yank he caught her right breast in his outstretched hand and pulled her round to his lap. Mrs Walsh grunted, pulled the sheet around her above her hips and pressed herself against him in shameless response, grabbing his hand and holding it between her legs as she kept on making noises like a pig rooting through kitchen scraps. The Yank was watching my face as he put his fingers into Mrs Walsh, apparently far more interested in my response than in that of the woman he was playing with.

“See, I told you she wasn’t going anyplace soon. She’s too interested in watching what I’m doing to you girls to want to leave.”

“I’m not interested in what you’re doing” I said as confidently as I could. “I do want to leave, so you’d better let me go. And you can’t get away with threatening people with guns in this country. This isn’t Chicago.”

“Honey, I would never have guessed that,” he said sarcastically.

Mrs Harrington came back with her sheet neatly wrapped around her again and carrying the tray. On it were three glasses and a very expensive looking gold cigarette case. She took two cigarettes out of it, put them in her mouth and lit both with a lighter built into the case. I’d never seen such a fancy thing before. She passed one of the smokes to the Yank who released Mrs Walsh as casually as he’d grabbed her to take the cigarette from Mrs Harrington’s hand. Susan seemed unhappy about being discarded and knelt down to begin shoving sticks into the fire with unnecessary force. The man and the woman still at the table drank and smoked and stared at me, Reuben with lazy interest, Mrs Harrison with sharp eyed annoyance.

“What are you doing here, Sarah?” she asked.

“I don’t have to answer your questions!” I answered with defiance.

She smiled coldly: “How would you like us to feed you through that mangle the other way around – tits first?”

“I was just delivering a bottle of wine for the Vicar.” I answered quickly, my stomach feeling as if the wind had just been knocked out of it. Mrs Harrington snorted in disbelief, her eyes sharp and bright.

“It’s true – the bottle is in the saddlebag of my bike outside. But when I got here I heard some noise from inside here and I just wondered, well, what was going on. . .”

“So you decided to spy on us and now you’re going to go back to the village with a lot of gossip which everybody in the county will hear about in a day or two – or at least you think that’s what you’re going to do.”

“I won’t tell anybody anything.” I told her, trying to damp down her rising anger.

“No you won’t, not if you know what’s good for you. Reuben is a Major in the American military police and very rich as well, so you’d better not say anything or you’ll be in real trouble.”

“Gals, gals, quieten down will you, I’m getting a head ache,” the Yank rumbled. “This is no problem. There’s twenty pounds in the jeep that I’ll give to Sarah here in return for keeping quiet about our little get together.’

Twenty pounds – it was a fortune, as much as a skilled man could earn in a month. “And seeing as how she’s here and paid for, I guess she may as well join in the fun as well. It sure would be a waste of a good Sunday school teacher otherwise, for Jacob can see there is corn in Egypt.”

I was almost as startled by the quotation from the old testament as I was by his implied threat of what he was going to make me do.

“Now you needn’t look so surprised, honey. We’ve got bibles back home as well and my folks were kinda strict about bringing me up on it. Anyway, I guess we need to make a sinner out of you so there’ll be no temptation for you to go throwing any stones. Now if only I’d have known that I was going to have to lead a pretty young lady like you into temptation afternoon, why I guess I’d have preserved my strength a little instead of sinning straight off with Harriet.” He spread his arms out to encompass all three of us, then reached down and stroked his groin underneath the towel, still looking around and leering. “The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.”

Next his eyes turned directly towards me: “Never mind, Sarah, ye shall eat of the fat of the land.”

It took me a moment or two to understand what he meant and why the women were laughing at me. Imaging myself sprawled over the top of a man’s naked body with my mouth full of him was as inconceivable as doing it with two other women watching me. Yet there was a kind of poetic justice about it that I knew would appeal to Susan and Harriet. I felt like I did when I fell of my bike – only really having time to wonder how hard the ground was going to hit me when I finally stopped falling.

“How long do you think she was watching us?” Harriet asked.

“Long enough to know exactly what’s going to happen to her now,” Susan snapped.

The other two each seemed to find the idea amusing. Reuben put his arms around the women, each of his hands cupping one of their breasts.

“Well, Sarah, you sure do seem a mite overdressed for the occasion. Maybe we can do something about that,” he drawled. His cigarette was hanging from the corner of his mouth, an eyelid screwed up against the smoke. I’d never seen a man so self assured. He dropped his hands and slapped both of the women on their bottoms. “Fix her up, gals. I’ve got to make a call on the radio – find out how things are going back at HQ.”

He got off the table, tied the towel around his waist, slipped his feet into a pair of unlaced shoes. “Have her ready for me when I come back.” He went outside, apparently unconcerned by the cold wind blowing outside. The gun was still in his hand, as though he was determined never to be parted from it.

As Susan and Harriet moved towards me I reached round to the handle to try to release myself but my skirt was bunched up in the rollers too tightly for me to be able to turn it from that difficult angle. And anyway, it was two against one, two who would have grabbed my arm before I could have turned the wheel even once. There was no way out.

Harriet Harrington stood and watched me, her arms crossed, the same cold smile on her face; her companion touched her elbow and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said seemed to suit Harriet.

“Well, Miss School Teacher, you might have thought that you’ve had an interesting afternoon so far, but it’s soon going to get a lot more interesting. Now for starters, it must be getting awfully hot in here underneath that sweater you’ve got on.”

Of course it was. In a situation like this I would have been hot and bothered enough anyway, let alone in a hot steamy room with a sweater on. My skin was pricking underneath it and drops of sweat were rolling down my face.

“So why don’t you let us take it off you?”

I shook my head.

“Suit yourself,” Harriet said briskly. “It’s just as easy for me to get Reuben to do it. He’d enjoy that, but you won’t. Especially when he gives you a spanking for being a stubborn little bitch. He’s got a swagger stick that he’s used on me once and I’ve never dared to argue with him since. But you’re going to be stripped off in here, that’s for certain. Your only choice is whether you want to be given a civilized shagging afterwards, or just plain raped. Whatever happens, Susan and I will be holding you down for Reuben if we have to, understand that. We need to make sure you won’t talk and having you thoroughly fucked is our only guarantee of that. So is it going to be done easy or hard? And if it’s to be made easy for you you’d better put your arms up without any further delay.”

I didn’t know what to do. Until Mrs Walsh showed me the long hat pin in her hand, then pressed the point of it through the wool of my sweater, through the fabric of my bra and into my left breast. It made me cry out with pain.

“Better make your mind up, Sarah – quickly.” She wasn’t pretending

Once more in the same day I held my arms up over my head in surrender. Harriet and Susan put their hands underneath the sweater my mother had knitted for me and raised it up and up, over my bra cups and over my shoulders, over my face, my hair, along my arms, and then it was hanging from her hands and I was wearing nothing but my bra above the waist. Susan nudged the left cup with her palm, her face close to mine.

“We’ll have that off you, and then you can do a performance for us to watch.”

I could see the smudged mascara on her eyebrows, smell the tobacco on her breath. It was a different sort of tobacco smell to anything I’d ever smelt before, sweeter. My heart was was bouncing around in my chest like a canary frantic to get out of its cage. Susan asked me questions.

“I bet you’ve never done it before have you? Or did that Charlie Moore manage to get his wicked way with you before he finally got called up for the navy?”

I was surprised she knew about Charlie and me. Everybody else in the village probably knew we’d begun courting but I didn’t think anybody in Mill Cottage would have cared.

“No, we didn’t do anything,” I protested.

Harriet touched me as well, stroking my cheek with the back of her fingers: “In that case I’ll bet twenty to one that Charlie boy is going to get a lovely surprise on his next leave. By then you’ll be grabbing hold of any cock you can get and bouncing up and down on it like a good ‘un. You’re as sexy a girl as I’ve ever seen, Sarah, and your days as a Sunday School teacher are definitively over.”

“No – no,” I protested, in vain. Susan unhooked the back of my bra and both of them took it off me. Both pairs of hands had long unchipped fingernails and soft skin which had never done any work. Harriet stood back and eyed me.

“Well, Sarah, you’re a well developed young lady. If nobody has been Erotik hikaye getting his fingers around those it’s been a sad waste.”

I tried to cover myself up with my hands, and that just made them laugh at me even more. Harriet said: “OK, let’s take off her English Channels now.”

“My what?”

“Your briefs,” Susan explained. “Your last line of defense.”

“Oh God!”

It only took a second or two, both of them kneeling down on either side of me and plucking the briefs down. “Be careful, please. Don’t break the elastic.” Maybe it was a silly thing to say under the circumstances, but maybe it wasn’t. Elastic was another clothing item which was hard to come by in wartime shops.

Anyway, they were reasonably careful, not wrenching them off me and helping me to step out of them. Harriet stood up, threw them casually across the back of a chair and looked carefully at me again. Susan had picked up a cigarette from somewhere and swallowed a stream of smoke before passing it over to Harriet.

“Another turn of the handle?”

“Oh yes, I think so. Just to set the scene off nicely.”

Susan caught hold of the mangle’s handle and turned it again, pulling me yet closer to the rollers and the bottom of the skirt up higher until it was right up around the top of my legs and I was literally within a hair’s breath of indecent exposure. One futile attempt trying to pull back some of the trapped cloth was enough to prove I was wasting my time. Susan giggled and patted the handle.

“One more turn, Sarah, one more turn of this and you’ll be putting on a turn of your own. A strip show turn with everything on show.”

“What are you doing this for?” I asked. “Why are you doing everything that man wants you too?”

Harriet nodded her head, as if appreciating the question.

“It’s suddenly become a whole new world, Sarah. A whole new country anyway. You know how it’s always been in England, the aristocracy and the landowners have always had the real power – and if you weren’t born and bred in their own little circles you were always a second rater, no matter how hard you worked or how good you were. But now we’re suddenly getting thousands of these Yanks flooding in and you just can’t believe how rich they are. Rich as a nation, rich as individuals, many of them. Not broad acres and rent book rich but cash rich. They’ve got bundles of money burning holes in their pockets because they know they’re going to be in the fighting and maybe getting killed. All they want are good times and to hell with what it costs. So if you’ve ever wanted to make your pile while you’re young, this is your chance. We’d be delighted to have you join us.”

“Join you?”

“Sure, believe me, there’s plenty for all and thanks to Reuben we’re just starting to get organised in a big way. He wants to bring some of his friends along here for a party – I think you’d be just right to come as the second story maid. I can even get you a special costume to wear.”

She was laughing at me with her eyes but she was serious too. “Listen, Sarah, if you come to one of Reuben’s parties dressed in the right way and carrying a collection plate you could end up buying your own house in that mouldy old village. You’ve got a lovely smile – it could be a smile that sets you up for smiling for the rest of your life.”

That struck a chord. My family, like many others, lived in a tied cottage – a cottage that belonged to the farm my dad worked for. If he lost his job he lost his home as well, a situation that always gave the farmers the whip hand when dealing with troublesome workers. Nobody could ever call my father a troublesome worker but it had always a sore point with me. Basically, tithed workers were no better off than Negro cotton pickers living in plantation cabins in the days of slavery. The prospect of being able to buy a way out of that trap was enough to get my undivided attention. Or at least it would have been at almost any other time – only Reuben walked back in just then.

As a natural reaction I covered my nipples up with my hands, something he hardly seemed to notice. A white belt was slung over one of his massive shoulders and around his chest like a bandoleer, a holster hanging off it and the butt of the pistol sticking out of the top of the holster. It was just like the cinema again, like one of the Mexican bandits you saw in the cowboy films. I felt like Dorothy in reverse – I’d somehow clicked my heels and we must be in Kansas. I wondered if there were Mexican bandits in Kansas.

“Goddamn those stupid bastards I have working for me!” Reuben’s smile had faded into a look of anger which frightened me. He seemed to realise that and to reassure me.

“Sorry, Sarah, I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ve been checking on things in London and I guess I’ve got a problem.”

“What’s wrong?” Susan asked him with concern in her voice.

“Two of my sergeants were doing street familiarization with a London bobby. They’d parked up near Claridge’s while the limey cop went for one of his usual limey tea breaks. So my two guys were sitting in their jeep and there’s a maroon Rolls-Royce parked outside the hotel across the road with an ATS officer inside it. Very young, not bad looking apparently. So she gets out of the Rolls and walks over to the jeep and asks my two half wits how they like England. OK, one half wit then, because one of the guys is very polite and says he likes it a lot. But sergeant Hermann Zeitler, he tells this female limey officer they should cut the cables on the barrage balloons and let the whole goddamned island sink into the sea. So she gives him a real long hard look and goes back to the Rolls. Just then the cop comes back and asks them if they knew who they’d been talking to.”

“Some Duchess?” Susan guessed.

“Some Duchess! That fuckwit Zeitler, he’s only gone and told off Princess Elizabeth of England! If she complains the shit is really going to hit the fan. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if Eisenhower was still around but now he’s in North Africa and the senior American officer left in London is General John H. Lee. That strutting turkey will just love it if the US Ambassador to the Court of Saint James turns up in his office complaining that Major Reuben Steele’s military police company have been insulting the British royal family.”

“It’s OK,” Harriet said. “I bet the Princess won’t say anything about it. She’ll be like the rest of us, too glad to see you people here to help us to worry about a small thing like that. My advice would be to write to her, apologise, and say that your man only answered the way he did because he was feeling homesick. And maybe send her a gift of some kind as well.”

“What the hell sort of present do you give a Princess?”

“Nothing to her, perhaps, but if she’s in the army you could donate something to her unit. A film projector and some of the latest Hollywood films — musicals would be good. Anything at all except war films — we’re all fed up with the war over here.”

“Good thinking, Harriet. I’ll do just that. As for Sergeant Zeitler, I’ve got an ideal transfer arranged for him. If he doesn’t like this island we’ll send him to one where he’ll have real trouble finding any princesses to mouth off at.”

“Where’s that then, Reuben?”

“A nice little tropical resort in the South Pacific called Guadalcanal. I’ve a feeling that Zeitler won’t be there too long before he’s wishing like hell he was back pulling duty outside Claridge’s.”

“Never mind, we’ll take your mind off your worries,” Susan said brightly. “Won’t we, Sarah?”

“What do you mean?” I asked her and she smiled.

“I think we can lift that skirt just a teensy weensy touch more, can’t we, Susan?”

Susan put her hands on the handle: “Hey, hey and a up she rises, early in the morning”.

Harriet’s hand dropped to the front of Reuben’s towel and stroked his pizzle. “I think we might have something here that’s about to rise as well.”

The Yank grinned and plucked the towel from his waist. His cock twitched as Harriet touched it, like the head of a sleeping python being roused. The length of flesh seemed almost independent of Reuben somehow — he and Harriet were both looking down at it as if neither of them were quite sure of what it was going to do next. Then he carefully folded the towel in a long strip and gave me a smile which seemed to be as slow growing as what was stirring at his groin.

“Sarah, I guess you’ve heard about Sir Walter Raleigh spreading his cloak in front of Queen Elizabeth. Now you’re going to have a man spread a towel for you. No need to get frightened, I’m not going to hurt you any.”

I was so nervous I didn’t know whether to scream or not as he laid the towel on the brick floor in front of my feet. I was puzzled as well, not knowing what he meant to do, even more so when he knelt down on the towel, his face only a few inches from the hem of my skirt. He swirled one of his fingers around as a signal to Sarah and she turned the handle as far as she could. I was pinned right gack against the mangle, up on the tips of my toes, with my own small patch of brown hair openly exposed and Reuben’s breath stirring them. I saw his tongue dart forward and press against the junction at the top of my legs. The wriggling length of hot skin went further underneath me as he tilted his head back, his eyes staring at my face in humor as he lapped against most private places like a cow feeding off a salt lick. Both of the other women were watching me as though I was was some kind of a laboratory experiment, some kind of Frankenstein about to come to life.

Not that that was far from the truth, and it was Reuben who was whipping up the storm where the electricity was coming from.

I found myself wailing out his name as my clit began to swell like a spring bud. There was no way I could stop myself twitching and gasping in response, my bare bum rubbing up against the wooden rollers of the mangle. Looking down at the Yank’s smiling eyes I knew I was seeing the man who was going to be my first lover, the one who was going to change me from a girl into a woman. My hands came down and rubbed his bristly scalp in encouragement as I literally melted on top of Reuben’s face, my cunt as damp as the tongue rubbing against it. Henrietta and Susan grabbed at my exposed nipples, tweaking and plucking both of them with crazy smiles on their faces, like the Marx brothers trying to tune a harp.

My head went back and I stared up wide eyed into the roof rafters, letting out a shriek which echoed amongst them. Although it must have been my imagination I thought I saw the clouds of steam underneath the tiles quivering at the sound waves.

Harriet’s face was close to mine, watching with amusement and interest: “How do you feel now, Miss Sunday School Teacher?”

I groaned. “Like a Guy Fawkes dummy on top of a burning bonfire!”

“Then it must be about time for the fireworks to start.”

She began nibbling on one of my ears and then Susan did the same from the other side, just as Reuben’s huge hands clasped my bottom. One of his fingers jabbed straight up between both of my buttocks and I wailed out again. Reuben leaned back, his hands still holding me in a crushing embrace.

“Noisy little bitch, isn’t she? I wonder if she’ll be able to keep it up when I introduce her to the rest of the guys.”

“You think she’ll be able to stand the strain?” Susan answered in a jokey kind of voice,

He stood up and casually waggled the huge up roll of swollen skin curving up in front of his loins. “I guess we’ll have to give her a stretch test to find out. Roll a sheath on for me, ladies.”

They couldn’t get down on their knees fast enough, as if they were worshipping his maleness, working hand over hand to stretch the sheath over the length of a cock that seemed more the right size for a bull than a man. I’d never been near so frightened of anything in my life — being shagged for the first time was bad enough, being shagged for the first time in front of an audience was worse, but being shagged by a tool like that! I was going to die in agony impaled on an organ which was never meant to be used on a human woman …

The only slight consolation was that Harriet had already been used by it and survived: on the other hand, our respectable Mrs Harrington had probably had more men inside her already than the changing rooms at Wembley Stadium. Reuben had been following a well beaten path, not cutting a new one. It was no use, I was as dead as Lord Kitchener, and for the same reason – torpedoed to death.

No sooner was the sheath on than Susan was checking the fit with her mouth, squatting on her haunches and snorting through her nose as she sucked on his cock, one hand cupping his balls. Her other hand was up between Harriet’s thighs as that ‘lady’ licked the matted hair on Reuben’s chest.

“Yeah, maybe you girls would be interested in hearing that a bunch of my guys will be here soon for a work break. I think what we’ll do is to dump little Sarah here in the copper to steam for a while in a hot bath. When my guys arrive they can strip off at the door, collect a bar of soap each and gather around the copper to give her a real thorough washing. I guess we might get some fun out of watching that.”

Harriet giggled and looked at me as if it was a great joke I should be sharing in while Susan sounded as if she was choking. She had to stop sucking on Reuben’s cock before she could recover her breath.

“OK, ladies, one leg each, high and wide, and let’s see if the Sunday School teacher knows any good prayers.

The two ladies of Mill Cottage seemed quite calm as they prepared for my ravishment by lifting up my legs as I cried out and held onto the frame of the mangle underneath me. “Put her knee over your offside shoulder,” Harriet said. “She’s not very heavy but we might be here for a while and it’s easier to support her weight like this”

It was crazy, it was impossible, I was hanging in mid air with my legs splayed out against two naked womens’ breasts, my calves pressing against their sweating skin as a nude man moved closer holding onto a bulging erection he was preparing to ram into me. Then I felt the tip of it stroking my cunt lips and went into a spasm of trembling. And then I screamed more loudly than I ever had in my life as I was joined to Reuben. Well, perched on Reuben’s cock really, but certainly with his helmet inside me an inch or so and it felt more like God’s work than anything I’d ever learned in church.

He leaned forward, put his mouth against mine and pushed his tongue through my lips. I gladly met him halfway, my tongue as active as his. He came closer and my own weight slid me further down his cock, setting me whinnying into his mouth like a hard ridden mare with a foam spattered bridle. I had to jerk my mouth back, suck in air and let it out in bubbling moans of despair, knowing that if there was no end to this invasion of my body soon I would be past help.

Harriet’s sardonic voice was in my ear: “Any last words from the scriptures, Sarah?”

“Oh God! Oh God! He maketh my deep to boil like a pot!”

Reuben’s hands were holding my waist, he was preparing to pull me down completely and utterly onto him, I was doomed …

Reuben barked with laughter: “I was a stranger, and yet ye took me in.”

There was an explosion inside me, setting off yelps of forlorn despair which shot up high like skyrockets to burst amongst the steam and the rafters and the tiles. A pair of yellow eyes were glittering down angrily, a small barn owl hunched up in its feathers, weary of trying to sleep above this human hullaboo. I found myself laughing uncontrollably that such a wise bird had picked this place above all to seek a peaceful day — we’d both been so wrong about that.

THE END

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My name is Max. I came along late in my parents’ lives. They were in their forties when I was born so I was definitely a surprise baby. Their other children, my brother and sister, were already grown up. The other surprise they got was their discovery that I was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I struggled through school even with having tutors. I guess almost all of the brains had already been passed out by the time it was my turn. That was a great disappointment to my family. Everyone else had college degrees and good jobs. By the time I graduated high school I knew I wasn’t going to college. My family knew it too.

They were worried about me becoming independent and being able to support myself, but I was determined to do just that. My parents had retired by then and I didn’t want to become a burden to them. I told them I was going to get a job and get my own place. Easier said than done.

I wasn’t being picky about the jobs I was willing to take either. I was willing to do anything for a paycheck, but every place I went there were plenty of others wanting the same position even if it was a dish washing or a busboy position in a restaurant. All the other people wanting the jobs always had more experience than me. I didn’t have any. It was quite discouraging. I thought about enlisting in the Army, but I wasn’t sure if even they would want me.

I used a bicycle to get around since it was a lot cheaper than driving a car and it was the only form of transportation I could afford anyway. I was pedaling home from some more job hunting when I saw this old lady pushing a wheelbarrow up a long sloping driveway and it looked like she was having a hard time doing it. I stopped at the end of her driveway.

“May I help you move that, ma’am?”

“You most certainly may, young man.” I got off my bike and pushed the barrow up the driveway while the lady walked the bike beside me.

“My name’s Max.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Max. My name is Rose. It was certainly kind of you to help me. I do have a few more chores. Can you spare a couple of hours? I can pay you.”

“I can’t right now because I have my good clothes on, but I can come back tomorrow whenever you say.”

“Nine o’clock will be fine.”

I was real happy to finally get a job even if it was just for a couple of hours. I got up bright and early the next day and arrived at Rose’s house right on time. She had me raking leaves, loading trash barrels and turning mulch piles for the rest of the morning.

“I like to do my own gardening,” said Rose. “The so-called gardeners today mow the lawn and blow some leaves around. Then they think they’re done. That’s not gardening.” She also hated the racket the power tools made and just used hand tools. Even her lawnmower was the old push type.

It was a warm morning and I was all hot and sweaty. Rose left to do something else. I was out of sight behind the garage so I decided to take off my t-shirt. I felt a lot better. I’d just started raking again when I heard someone gasp. I looked up and saw Rose staring at me. She looked surprised. It took me a moment to realize she was probably upset with me being half naked.

“I’m sorry!” I blurted and rushed to put my t-shirt back on. She finally smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, Max. Sometimes I wish I could get away with doing that myself. I just came to tell you lunch is ready if you’re hungry.” Well, I’d completely forgotten about packing a lunch and suddenly I was starving.

“Is it all right?”

“Of course it’s all right.” Rose led me inside the house and showed me where to clean up. When I came out she introduced me to Priscilla and Mary Lou. The two ladies looked as old as Rose. We sat down and had sandwiches and lemonade for lunch.

“Tell us a little about yourself, Max,” said Mary Lou.

“There isn’t much to tell. I’m 18 years old. I just graduated from high school and I’m out job hunting.”

“What about college?”

“I’m afraid I’m not smart enough for college. I got through high school by the skin of my teeth. What about you three?” I was told Rose was 78 years old. Priscilla was 80 and Mary Lou was 82. They were sisters and they were widows. They had done pretty well for themselves and were enjoying their retirement, but still keeping active. They decided to live together because they still enjoyed each others company. They each had children and grandchildren.

“Well, I have to get back to work,” I said. “Thank you for the sandwich and the lemonade.”

“Wait a minute,” said Priscilla. “What about the beefcake? I want to see some beefcake.”

“I wouldn’t mind dessert,” I said. Priscilla and Mary Lou laughed. Rose looked embarrassed.

“She means you, dear.”

“I’m beefcake?”

“I told my sisters how handsome you look bare-chested.” I grinned when I realized what Rose meant. I’m not a muscle man but I do like to keep myself in good physical shape.

“So what about it,” Priscilla asked.

“Here?”

“Why not?”

“Only if you don’t mind,” Rose added.

“I don’t mind.” I stood up and took off my shirt.

“Nice!” Priscilla exclaimed. I started posing like the body builders do.

“May I touch you, Max,” Mary Lou asked. I started playing some music in my head and strutted over to her. She caressed my biceps and then moved her cool dry hands to my chest. I felt two more pairs of hands on my back and butt. I was getting excited and didn’t much care how old these women were compared to me. Someone’s hand brushed my crotch.

“Holy shit! He’s got a boner!” Priscilla cried. “Do you wanna get lucky, Max?”

“Priscilla, you shameless slut! You can’t ask him that.”

“Why the hell not? He’s of age, isn’t he?”

“Because I found him first.”

“And I asked first. You lose.”

“Damn you! You’re always trying to steal my boyfriends.”

“And succeeding mostly.”

“Only because you spread your legs for every boy with a nickel to offer.”

“That’s a dirty lie! I never did anything for less than a half dollar and that only got a boy a hand job. Anyway, I don’t recall you introducing Max as your boyfriend. Bitch!”

“Whore!”

“Cock sleeve!”

“Calm down you two,” said Mary Lou. “I’m sure you’re not making a very good impression on this young man. I’m also sure if he had the slightest interest in either one of you old crones, it has since disappeared based on the way you’re both behaving. Besides, I’m sure he already has a girlfriend, likely more than one.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I said. “In fact, I’ve never had a girlfriend or even a date for that matter.”

“A virgin!” Priscilla gasped. I blushed. She was right. I was always shy around women or girls of any age and it didn’t help when I was turned down by the girls I did ask out. I gave up asking after a while. By the time I turned 18 I was sure I was going to be a virgin for the rest of my life.

“In that case,” said Mary Lou, “I hereby volunteer my services to rid you of your cherry, Max.”

“Hold on there,” Priscilla protested. “This is between me and Rose. Where do you get off butting in on our business?”

“And what makes you think Max would prefer either of you two tramps over a lady like me?”

“Lady? Ha! Go fuck yourself,” Rose exclaimed.

“For once, I agree with Rose,” said Priscilla. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Let’s let Max decide which of us he wants,” Mary Lou responded. All three looked at me and I suddenly felt like I was completely naked. I knew I had to say something.

“I like all three of you,” I said.

“Well, that was diplomatic,” said Priscilla, “but it doesn’t solve anything, honey.” I guessed she was right. I wasn’t being helpful.

“Can’t I do all three of you?” All three of the ladies gasped. I guessed I said the wrong thing again.

“Max IS a teenager,” said Rose.

“That’s true,” said Mary Lou.

“That means he can probably get it up more than once a day,” said Priscilla.

“I can get it up ten times a day,” I declared, “and cum each time besides.” I wasn’t just making that up. I’ve kept count. Still, I was embarrassed by my outburst. I was going to have to learn to keep my mouth shut. Rose grabbed me by the hand and started pulling me toward a door.

“Where are you going with him,” Priscilla asked. She sounded annoyed. “He hasn’t decided.”

“I’ve decided for him.”

“That’s cheating!”

“So I’m a cheater. Sue me.”

“I hope you like saggy tits, Max.”

“I’m next,” Mary Lou called.

“What? I asked first and suddenly I’m last?” Priscilla complained. “Let’s play rock paper scissors for the number two spot.”

“You know I can’t play rock paper scissors with my arthritis. Besides, you always cheat and have since you were a little girl.”

“We can draw straws.”

“Forget it!” They continued bickering, but I was already out of earshot of the two sisters so I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“All three of us have saggy tits, Max,” said Rose as she led me into a bedroom and closed the door.

“I don’t care,” I responded. “I’m glad you’re the first.” Rose hugged me.

“It’s sweet of you to say that, darling. I am too.”

“I just Sex hikayeleri hope Mary Lou and Priscilla don’t stay mad at you.”

“The only thing they’re mad about is that neither of them thought of grabbing you before I did. We’ve always been fiercely competitive with each other so don’t worry.”

“I suppose I should clean up first. I’ve been sweating.”

“No, don’t do that. You smell wonderful just as you are, very masculine.” Rose sat me down on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me. The next thing I knew she was pulling down my zipper and hauling out my prick. It got all stiff right away. “It’s very pretty,” she said. I never thought of my prick as being pretty but I wasn’t going to tell Rose she was wrong. I was going let her take the lead because she knew what she was doing and I sure didn’t. She sat there admiring my prick for a while and I got to thinking that was all we were going to do. I just about jumped out of my skin when she licked the head.

“You like that?”

“I love it.” She had to have known I just pissed out of that thing but that didn’t seem to bother the woman. Rose continued licking and sucking my dick and I was going crazy in no time at all. Jacking off was wonderful, but having a woman sucking on it was fabulous. I warned Rose off when I knew I was about to shoot, but she just shook her head and kept sucking. I expected her to pull away when I started spurting, but she just swallowed and swallowed until there was nothing left to swallow. Rose smiled wickedly as she licked my prick head. Oh my! I never knew it could get that sensitive. I leaned down to kiss Rose to show just to show my appreciation, but she pulled away.

“I don’t mind having sex with a young stud like you, Max, but I would feel kind of weird kissing you with me being so old,” Rose said. “I hope you’re not offended.”

“I’m not offended,” I said. “And you’re the boss so whatever you say is okay with me.” I was the newbie around here so I was going to do whatever Rose and the others wanted. I was just glad she didn’t change her mind about the sex.

“Fine,” Rose responded with a smile. “The boss says get the rest of your clothes off and lie down on the bed.” I did exactly that. I felt kind of shy undressing in front of a woman for the first time ever, but that didn’t stop my prick from getting hard again. When I was butt naked I lay down on the bed on top of the covers.

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that,” Rose said. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I didn’t budge as much as an inch while Rose was gone. She came in a few minutes later wearing a robe and carrying a tube of lotion or oil. She put some of it on my prick and then climbed on top of me.

“Let me do all the work, Max. My bones are fairly brittle at my age and if you get too enthusiastic with your thrusting something could break, okay?”

“I’ll remember that, Rose,” I responded. “I’ll be sure to remember that for Priscilla and Mary Lou, too.”

“They’ll appreciate it.” The woman propped up my prick and lowered herself down on it. She called it the cowgirl position. I felt my prick being enveloped by moist, warm flesh and I realized I was no longer a virgin. Hallelujah! I was prepared to just relax and enjoy my first fuck, but Rose gasped and I was afraid she had hurt herself.

“Are you all right?”

Rose grinned and said, “I’m better than all right. I’m fantastic. My pussy is happy, too. It’s been ever so long since she’s had a man’s prick inside her, she’s given me a celebratory cum already.” That made me laugh.

“You need a boyfriend,” I said.

“I’ve had plenty of men wanting to be my boyfriend or my husband even,” Rose responded. “All three of us have. But the men showing interest in us these days seem to have one thing in common; a desire to get a hold of our money.” I guessed Rose and her sisters had to be rich living in a big old house in a fancy older neighborhood, but they just seemed to be regular folks to me. That was sad. I was never going to chase a woman just for her money no matter how desperate I got.

“I can’t believe they were not attracted to you just for your beauty,” I said.

“Ho ho! That’s a line of bull I’ve not heard in a long while. I used to be beautiful, but not any more. Time has taken its toll.”

“Well, I don’t know how you looked when you were younger, but you look beautiful to me right now. All three of you for that matter.”

“We were quite beautiful in our day. We inherited our looks from our mother who was a Broadway chorus girl. Our father was a successful financier who taught us how to make and invest money. With looks and money, we were in the sights of every eligible bachelor we met. Quite a few men who were not eligible also sought our favors. Fortunately, I married for love. So did Mary Lou. Priscilla went through three husbands. Also for love, of course,” she said and giggled.

Rose continued rocking back and forth on my dick and gasping every minute or so. I finally figured out she was having little cums each time she gasped. I got kind of daring reaching up and caressing Rose’s breasts. The nipples perked up and stiffened under her robe.

“I like your gentle touch,” the older woman said.

“Can I see them?”

“I’m not sure,” Rose responded. “I’m afraid you might lose your boner if you get a look at them.”

“I won’t,” I assured her. She pulled her robe open and shrugged it off her shoulders. I did like the looks of my friend’s breasts and my dick showed its appreciation by stiffening a little bit more inside her pussy. Rose must have felt it because she gave me a big grin.

“You really do like them, don’t you.”

I nodded and said, “I could look at them all day.”

“You’re certainly welcome to.” Someone pounded on the door just then.

“Hurry it up in there,” I heard Mary Lou say. “I want my turn, too.”

“Oh, it’s all about you, huh?” That was Priscilla.

“As a matter of fact, it is.” More low level bickering continued that I couldn’t hear.

Rose sighed and and sped up her pace a bit. Watching her breasts bounce and jiggle put me over the edge. I grunted and spewed my cum inside the woman’s pussy followed by a louder gasp from my bed partner. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

“Oh gosh,” Rose said. “I made the rule against kissing and I broke it right away.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You’re sweet,” she said and kissed me again. Rose climbed off me. “I’ll tell Mary Lou and Priscilla to give you some time to recover.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I think I’ll be fine and ready to go again if you give me about five minutes.” Rose gave me another one of those strange looks like I said something wrong again, but I sure couldn’t guess what it was and I thought it would be impolite to ask.

I thought Rose was going to send in one of her sisters, but she told me I was in her bedroom and she didn’t want either one on her bed. I nodded and started to dress.

“Don’t bother,” Rose said. “You’ll just have to get undressed again.” I nodded again. It didn’t feel right marching out the door all naked, but I wasn’t going to argue. The two sisters were waiting for me. They were both dressed in robes just like Rose. Mary Lou grabbed my hand as soon as I was out the door.

“It’s my turn no matter what Priscilla tells you,” she said.

“Only because you cheated.”

“I did not cheat. I won fair and square.”

“It was supposed to be best of three.”

“You offered best of three only after you lost the first time.”

“Did not.”

“Did so.”

“Don’t worry about it, Priscilla,” Rose said. “I guarantee Mary Lou won’t be able to wear out Max before it’s your turn.”

“I’m just afraid he’ll go permanently limp when the poor boy gets a look at her pussy.”

“I could live for another 20 years and my pussy would still look better than yours does right now.”

“Oh yeah? Put up or shut up.” Priscilla opened her robe. She was naked underneath. Her pussy didn’t look half bad to me. I felt my prick stiffening again. I half expected for Mary Rose to copy her younger sister. Instead, she ignored Priscilla and led me through another door across the hall from Rose’s bedroom.

“Low-life cocksucker!” I heard Priscilla yell as Mary Lou closed the door and locked it.

“So,” I said for something to say. “What game did you two play for second place?”

“I arm wrestled her,” the woman responded.

“Arm wrestling? Isn’t that kind of hard on you with your arthritis?”

“My arthritis isn’t as bad as I claim. I kind of overplay it. Don’t tell anyone,” the older woman whispered with a grin.

“I won’t.” Mary Lou dropped her robe. I thought her pussy looked just fine.

Having sex with Mary Lou or Priscilla wasn’t really very much different from having sex with Rose. I would lay down flat on my back with my dick all stiff and oiled up. My partner would then straddle me and guide it into her pussy. The only difference was how each woman reacted when she had her cum. Rose gasped. Mary Lou grunted. And Priscilla squeaked.

But no matter what, I did my darndest to satisfy these ladies. They certainly did not have any problem satisfying me.

I finally looked at my watch. Half the afternoon was gone!

“Gosh, Sikiş hikayeleri I wasted a whole bunch of time with me playing around.”

“I wouldn’t call your playing around a waste of time,” Rose said.

“But I haven’t gotten any of the chores you wanted done,” I protested.

“You can always come back tomorrow,” Mary Lou.

“And the day after that,” Priscilla added with a wink that made me laugh.

“As much as I’d like to keep coming back, I need to find a permanent job so I can move out from my parents and get my own place.”

“We’ve been discussing that,” Rose said. “It has been decided that we need a permanent groundskeeper. We would like to offer you that position.”

“I’ll take it!” Finally. A job. A real job. “Uh, what does a groundskeeper do?”

“A groundskeeper keeps the grounds,” Priscilla said.

“It’s sort of like what you were already doing in the yard,” Rose said. “Five days a week.”

“And anything else we ask you to do,” Mary Lou said.

“Like fucking our brains out,” Priscilla added.

“What? I can’t do that.”

“Oh, so you finally get laid and you’re now going all moral on us?”

“It’s not that, Priscilla,” I responded. “I am doing that for fun. I’d feel guilty knowing I am getting paid for something I’d want to do for free.”

“That’s the trouble with people,” Rose said. “They feel they’re not earning their pay unless it’s for working at jobs they hate. That’s a sure sign of mental illness.” Mary Lou and Priscilla nodded their heads and looked sad.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” I admitted. “If that’s part of the job, of course I’ll do whatever you tell me to do to the best of my ability,” I declared. “I’ll just have to keep quiet about some things with my family.”

“They won’t hear anything from us,” Rose said.

“As soon as I earn enough money I’ll start looking for a place of my own. That’ll please my parents for sure.”

“There’s an entire second floor that’s not being used any more,” said Mary Lou. “We got tired of using the stairs so we converted some unused rooms on the ground floor into bedrooms.”

“Of course, you’ll have kitchen privileges,” Rose said, “and there’s a private entrance and staircase you can use without walking through the house.”

“That’s for when you want to spend some private time with your girlfriends,” Mary Lou said.

“I don’t need girlfriends when I already have you three for girlfriends, right?” I thought I was complimenting them, but all three women shook their heads.

“A young man like yourself needs young women in his life, too,” Rose said. “It’s only natural. Besides that, a man who’s seen with an attractive woman attracts other attractive women.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about me having women over here. Attractive or otherwise. I don’t want to take a chance of being turned down again.”

Nothing much else was said. When I got home I told my parents about the job offer I had which included a place to stay. They were excited for me. They were also curious about Rose and her sisters. They started asking all kinds of questions about my new bosses. I told my folks I didn’t know anything about them because well, I just met them.

I told Rose that my parents were plenty happy for me, but plenty curious about them. She got on the telephone to my folks and invited them to tea.

“I don’t think my folks are tea drinkers,” I said, “unless it’s ice tea.”

“There will be plenty of other things to drink,” Rose responded. “And plenty to eat, too.”

Rose was right about that. There was a whole table full of goodies served by a maid and I didn’t see a teapot anywhere. Rose and her sisters were just three elegant old ladies needing the help of a strong young man and thought I could provide that service. No need to be concerned about my welfare. My folks were impressed and told me later how lucky I was. I already knew that, but I made sure to tell the ladies that I wasn’t on welfare.

“You won’t need to punch a time clock,” Mary Lou said. “You’re going to be a full time salaried employee with life and health insurance, social security. The whole nine yards. We will have it all set up with our attorney and accountant by this time next week. Your official title will be Groundskeeper.”

“Your unofficial title will be Stud Muffin,” Priscilla said and caressed my butt.

“I can’t believe you guys are doing this all for me.”

“Pure selfishness on our part,” said Rose.

My official job as Groundskeeper started the very next day and I was moved into an upstairs bedroom by the next weekend. That didn’t take much doing, just my clothes and some personal items. The bedroom was over twice as large as my one at home and even had its own bathroom. The whole upstairs was almost as large as my parents’ house not counting the kitchen and the garage. It could actually feel lonely up there.

I was prepared to work my butt off for Rose, Priscilla and Mary Lou to earn my wages and make them glad they hired me. I got up before sunrise to do exactly that. I figured that I could get a couple of hours of work in before anyone else was up. They would be so proud of me.

“Good morning,” Rose said when I got downstairs. Priscilla and Mary Lou added their greetings. I greeted them in return and wondered how long they had been up. Maybe I didn’t want to know. It looked like they already had their breakfast.

“Go tell Mrs. Rodriguez what you want for breakfast and then come back and sit down,” Mary Lou instructed.

I said, “I’ll just get some cereal I brought from home and then I can get started on my chores.”

“You don’t want Mrs. Rodriguez thinking you prefer Cocoa Krispies to her cooking,” Rose said.

“That’s for sure,” Priscilla added. “She’s got a set of knives that are wicked sharp. Any one of them can carve your guts out in nothing flat if she feels insulted.”

It didn’t seem worth pointing out that the cereal I brought was Count Chocula and not Cocoa Krispies. I just nodded and walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Rodriguez had 30 years experience as a short order cook and whipped out bacon, eggs, hash browns and pancakes in no time at all. It was all delicious. I didn’t even care that she had already tossed out my Count Chocula. She told me she came in every morning and prepared meals for the entire day. Her sister was the housekeeper who dressed like a maid when they had guests. The ladies seemed happy to talk to each other while I ate. When I finished I announced my intention to start my chores.

“Stay here and talk for a while,” Rose said.

“But I want to get some chores done. Earn my pay, you know?”

“You’re not punching a time clock, remember? You’re earning your pay by just sitting there and keeping us company.”

“I don’t know what to talk about. You three already know all there is to know about me.”

“That’s bullshit,” Priscilla said.

“Exactly,” Mary Lou added. “My sisters and I grew up together, stayed in contact with each other during our married lives and have lived together again for almost the past five years or so. We can still have decent conversations together. Even indecent ones.”

“All we really know about you is that you’re a high school graduate and that you’re good in bed.” That was Priscilla.

“Isn’t being good in bed enough?” The ladies giggled and shook their heads.

“It’s a good start,” said Rose. “C’mon, Max. It’s not that hard. We’re here to help.”

Maybe easy for them, but not for me. After a moment of panic I started telling them about video games I liked to play and why I liked them. I stretched that out for half an hour. That seemed to satisfy the ladies. They finally let me go out and do some chores. After lunch they all wanted to have sex with me again. I loved that part, but I couldn’t help feeling I wasn’t earning my pay with a three hour work day in my way of thinking.

The next morning started out the same way except the ladies wanted to hear about something different and they were not happy with just half an hour. They wanted a longer discussion although they did help me out by asking a lot of questions. They also taught me how to ask questions that promoted more conversation and to sound interested in what the other person was saying even if I didn’t have a clue about what he or she was saying. I learned a lot over the following weeks and I actually started to enjoy having conversations. They also told me more about themselves and I got to see pictures of them from their younger days. They were definitely beauties.

The ladies used taxis and Uber to get around town since they didn’t drive any more. I still rode my bike, but when I told Rose I had my drivers license and knew how to drive a car I became their driver to all their appointments like to the doctor or the hairdresser or to their lunches out with friends at fancy restaurants. They had a big, old Cadillac that was built like a tank. It looked like it was from the 1950s, you know? But it still looked like it just came off the showroom floor. It became my job to keep the car looking that way. They gave me a smart phone with some games I liked and I would hang around a nearby mall or something like that until I got a call when it was time to pick them up. Erotik hikaye

Sometimes they would just want to eat lunch at a fast food restaurant and that’s when I would join them. This one time it was at an In-N-Out. I was bringing back our order when I saw a young woman talking to the ladies. She was an attractive brunette around my age. I nodded to her after I set down our meal.

Rose said, “This gentleman is our groundskeeper Max. Rachael works for the physician the three of us go to.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” I said.

“I remember you,” Rachael responded. “From Roosevelt High, right?”

“That’s right.” I knew she looked familiar.

“Hey, Rachael,” Priscilla said. “Are the girls at that high school you went to a bunch of lesbians?”

“Of course not. The majority of us were straight as far as I know. Why do you ask a question like that?”

“Well, it seems that Max couldn’t get a date with a girl at that school on a dare.” I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. I felt like running away, but I stayed. I figured it couldn’t get any worse than it already was.

“Max never asked me out, but from what I was told he could have gotten a date if he had spent a little time talking to the girl and letting her get to know him. He stopped asking after a while so we all assumed he finally had a girlfriend.”

“Too bad for them,” said Mary Lou. “They missed out. He’s really great in bed.” Now I was wishing I could just die right there.

Rachael giggled. “And how would you know something like that?”

The ladies didn’t say anything. They just smiled.

“Oh my god! All three of you? That’s wonderful!”

“One right after another non-stop practically,” Priscilla said. “You should try him out if you don’t believe us.”

“Oh, I do believe you.” Rachael responded. She turned to me with a smile. “Maybe we can get together for coffee some time. That is, if you’re interested.”

I couldn’t believe this pretty woman was suddenly interested in me. All I could do was nod my head. Rachael picked up my phone off the table and typed in her name and phone number.

“I’m free this weekend. Give me a call.” Rachael said she had to get back to work and left soon after that.

“Well, if that’s not a green light I don’t know what is,” Rose said.

“It looks like you’re gonna get laid by a young, pretty thing,” Priscilla said.

“Rachael didn’t say that at all,” I protested. “She just said we ought to get together for coffee. That’s a big difference from what you’re saying.” I was sure the ladies were just teasing me.

“That is exactly what she said,” Mary Lou stated. “As long as you don’t blow it.”

“And how do I avoid blowing it?”

“Make small talk just like we make you do with us,” said Rose. “It’s not so difficult any more, is it?”

“I suppose not.” I’d still be nervous as heck though.

“Then invite her upstairs to your room and fuck the hell out of the bitch,” Priscilla added. “Just be sure to have plenty of condoms handy … unless you want to make a baby with her. An unplanned baby on the way is how I got married to my first husband. Fortunately he was rich. He he he.”

Babies! Condoms! I had completely forgotten about that. I didn’t want to become a father at my age. Not that I really expected to get laid. Rachael was probably going to change her mind about getting together with me anyway. But it was best to be prepared just in case.

I probably would not have called Rachael except for a bit of nagging from the ladies. I finally did call although I was all prepared to be turned down. I got a heck of a surprise when the pretty lady immediately agreed to a coffee date on Saturday afternoon. I was able to borrow the Cadillac and we met at a coffee kiosk we both liked. We had a pleasant conversation. Rachael told me she was 21, got married right out of high school and got divorced soon after their daughter was born. She and her daughter were living with her mother, had trouble getting child support from her ex and was trying to pay off some student loan debt working the physicians’ back office and maintaining their website. Rose was right. I didn’t have any trouble carrying my end of the talking, but I definitely avoided any talk about sex or inviting Rachael up to my room. Instead, she brought it up.

“Mary Lou and the others were sure bragging on your bedroom skills. Any truth to it?” Rachael’s remark made me laugh.

“They’re being very kind. You’re probably a lot more experienced than I am. I was a complete virgin before I met the ladies. In fact, Rose was the one who broke my cherry. Anything I know about sex came from them over the past three months and that isn’t much because they’re afraid of me getting too enthusiastic due to their ages. I do appreciate what they have taught me and I enjoy having sex with all three of them. I guess the only talent I might have is the ability to get it up quickly and I don’t have any trouble recovering after I cum. I’m just average sized. So no, I don’t have anything to shout about.”

“I’d say the ability to get it up and keep it up is plenty to shout about,” Rachael said. “My ex could get it up twice a day and he fancied himself a stud.”

“Yeah, I can do lots better than that. Maybe ten times a day.” The ladies always gave me the weekend off so I was fresh. Of course, I no longer had the need to jack off either.

“Care to back up that claim with a little demonstration?”

“Anytime and anywhere,” was my response. I was sure she was just teasing me, but now I felt comfortable teasing her right back.

“Do you have your own place?”

“They let me stay in an upstairs bedroom and I have the entire floor to myself because they don’t like to climb the stairs anymore.”

“Will they mind?”

“Not at all. In fact, the ladies have been encouraging me to bring girls up there ever since I moved in. You’ll be the first if you’re serious.”

“How can I not be serious when you have ringing endorsements from three elegant women. Those aren’t handed out lightly, you know.” I felt my face warming up from embarrassment, but I felt proud too. Rachael agreed to meet me back at the house later that afternoon. As soon as we parted I drove to the store and bought a box of condoms. I thought two dozen should last me for a while. I returned home to clean up my room and make it half way presentable and then went downstairs to tell the ladies I was expecting a guest. Rachael was already here talking to them.

“My mom is able to watch my daughter for the rest of the day so here I am.”

“We were just asking Rachael here to please be gentle with you,” said Rose.

“She says she wants you begging for mercy, but you aren’t going to get any,” Mary Lou added.

“We’ll be down here praying for you, Max.” That was Priscilla.

“Don’t listen to them, Max. Trust me. I’ll be gentle with you.”

“Hey, isn’t that my line?”

“No,” the women chorused and started giggling. I just shook my head. ‘Let them have their fun and I’ll have mine,’ I thought. I reached out my hand to Rachael. She took it and we headed upstairs.

As soon as we walked through the bedroom door our clothes started coming off. I was naked in no time at all and I just stood there for a few moments admiring my new friend’s body as she finished undressing. She was impatient though and pushed me down on the bed, straddled me cowgirl style and sank down on my stiff prick except Rachael was plenty wet already and didn’t need any lotion. I lay there just like I did with the ladies and let her do her thing, but Rachael wasn’t having any of that.

“Move!” she demanded. “Damn you!” I finally realized my mistake. Rachael wasn’t afraid of me breaking anything like the ladies were and I started thrusting back into her. I knew exactly what to do because I had seen plenty of that on the porn sites. After that we did missionary position, reverse cowgirl, doggy and some positions I wasn’t even sure had a name. I think the only thing we didn’t try was hanging upside down from the doorway. I think I set a personal record for cums.

***

“We weren’t bullshitting you,” said Priscilla. “Were we.”

“Let me put it this way,” Rachael responded. “Where do I sign up to be a member of Max’s harem?”

“Harem? I don’t have any harem,” I protested.

“I kind of like the sound of being a harem girl,” said Mary Lou.

“I do too,” said Rose.

“That makes three of us,” Priscilla added. “And Rachael makes four.”

“I want to have Max’s babies,” Rachael said.

“Uh, I don’t think I’m ready to be a father.”

“It might already be too late. I’m not on birth control and you didn’t use condoms.”

“Oops.” Dang! I knew I was forgetting something.

“No playing favorites,” said Rose. “If you give Rachael babies, then you have to give the rest of us babies, too.” Mary Lou and Priscilla smiled and nodded. I wasn’t sure if they were just teasing me so I just smiled.

“I’ll do my best,” I said.

Rachael and her daughter moved into the upstairs with me. The ladies hired my new harem girl to help run their web businesses and she is making good progress in paying off her student debt. The only one who has announced a pregnancy is Rachael, but not for lack of trying with the others. I am still doing my groundskeeper duties and life has been good. I feel pretty good about how things are going, but I’m not about to tempt fate by trying to add to the harem.

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I stared at the ceiling of the tent while on my back, unable to completely process what had just occurred. The bag was still unzipped, and Hannah had drifted off 30 minutes ago; she was turned on her side and facing me with an emotionless expression, breathing softly, cuddled under the thick blanket. I had this strange happiness bubbly up inside me, and a weird attachment that was growing on her. Nostalgic feelings started punching my gut; familiar smells, warm breath, hot skin. Something was eerily similar, but what the fuck was it? Am I drunk yet? I don’t know what the hell is going on.

Due to the cold air and confused, scary thoughts crossing my mind, my member was about the size of a quarter, especially after the treatment it was just given, I could be bone dry of my seed for a good couple of days. I turned to my side, facing her and just stared for what seemed like an eternity, attempting to piece the puzzle together by scanning over every square inch of her face. Nothing happened. I just saw my prized younger sister. I must have found solace in something, because after running scenarios in my head for a while, I dozed off to the sound of the crisp, slow wind billowing against the fabric of the tent.

I would say things turned back to normal, and that I woke up to my shy sister shoving me out of bed; that I woke up to my friends knocking on my tent as I slept in like normal, and that I would have to leave the tent for her to change.

..No.

I woke up to a warm feeling running throughout my body. Not enough to make me sweat, but enough to snap me out of it. The sun was just cresting over the horizon and peeking through the trees, leaving a distorted silhouette on our tent of branches and leaves. I breathed deeply, noticing I was on my back again, the blanket seeming a bit heavier than usual. I began to roll over to check on my sister but found I couldn’t, and when my head turned without my body, it was greeted by small, toe-curling foot.

I freaked out and glanced down my body, lifting my head to get a face-full of my sister’s delicious ass and damp pussy. That ‘warm feeling’ was her mouth going to work downstairs, that sly little tongue and tender lips kissing up my hard cock, wrapping her mouth around it and gagging down on it until her lips hit my balls. I didn’t hear any movement or murmuring from the other tents, knowing they must all be enjoying their sleep. My mind went into a panic, as if forgetting the last 24 hours.

The scent of her drooling cunt hit me like a freight train; I immediately became rock-solid, and those nostalgic thoughts flooded over me again. My mind and heart agreed instantaneously as I leaned up and peppered that lonely slit with small kisses, my hands instinctively planting themselves on that bubbly ass, pulling them apart for better access. A small, surprised squeal was heard from below just as she swallowed down my entire length, feeling her throat tense and her lips part, pulling her head up to look back at me, giving that sly half-smile while her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“Good morning, big Brother. Care to feed me?”

I locked my eyes onto hers, narrowing them a bit while wrinkles showed on the outside of my eyes to show my smile. I delved deeper into her snatch, flicking my tongue up against her swollen lips, twirling it slowly around her clit. Her mouth opened into a blissful moan, encouraging me to go faster while I tongued my name into her clit, lightly kissing and suckling on that little nub; she became distracted as her hand stopped stroking me, so I brought my hands up to grab two fistfuls of hair, pulling them out like ponytails and tugging her down onto my throbbing cock, hearing muffled moans escape her stuffed mouth.

She began grinding her hips back into my mouth, a blatant, blissful response being shown as her cunt was practically drooling with desire, her legs quivering while I made a happy, sloppy mess between her thighs. My cock throbbed against her saliva-coated lips, precum trickling out while she immediately swallowed it down, bringing one of her hands down to go to work on the base of my shaft, eagerly wanting that hot seed to bloat up her throat. I could tell I was getting close, especially knowing she had been doing this for a while and her cute little moans didn’t help any, so I changed my grip, keeping one hand on the back of her head, fucking that hot little mouth, while the other took my tongue’s spot; I curled two fingers into her hungry pussy, making a ‘C’ with my middle finger, index finger, and thumb, finding her g-spot and grinding against her clit while I did so. Despite the usual difficulty, it took mere seconds as she gave high-pitched moans of encouragement onto my shaft, her legs beginning to shake while she made loud slurping noises on my meat.

The mix of emotions, sights, and sounds kicked me over the edge; her legs began to convulse, her toes curling while her mouth tensed and squealed on my cock, never slowing down her rhythm. I spanked one of her plump cheeks for encouragement, lapping my tongue up her content cunt while I began shooting thick loads of hot cum into her mouth. She had experience due to last Sex hikayeleri night, keeping up with my supply while swallowing down every last drop. She was lightly panting, using her lips to toy with the tip of my cock while I took in the sweet smell and sight; my gorgeous sister’s cunt had just grinded into my mouth, and the smell and taste was.. addicting. I knew it from somewhere. I’ve felt like we’ve done something before but.. there’s no way.

I took a deep breath, in a similar situation from last night, my cock-addicted sister kissing and licking along my cock, bringing up her leg to get off me while constantly keeping her lips glued down there. I sat up and shook my head when she looked up at me, grinning. I could hear some stirring in the tents around us, so I quickly rolled her onto her back, pinning her wrists down so I could stoop down for a small kiss on her lips, her legs wrapping around my waist, lifting her butt up to grind against me. I shook my head and mouthed ‘no’, giving her a last kiss on the forehead while I changed into my clothes and gear for the second day.

After about 20 minutes, the bed was neatly made to hide all evidence, and I had everything packed and ready to go, standing outside the tent while Hannah came out dressed in new attire. She was wearing a tight-fitting black bikini, barely containing her proud breasts while the back of her bottom piece was almost swallowed up by that perfect ass. All of this was being ‘covered up’ by very long, button-up blouse; however, the fabric it was made of coupled with how thin it was made it practically see-through, the bottom stopping at her mid-thigh. I laughed and looked down at myself with playful, exaggerated disappointment, wearing just black swimming shorts and a dark-blue, sporty t-shirt, snuggly hugging my frame.

One of my friends left his tent and came out with some weird ensemble of clothes with high hiking socks. He looked at us, then everyone else’s swimming attire and dived back inside. We laughed and his blushing girlfriend came out in a bikini. We walked out of our encampment, following the assumed, cleared path for about 3 minutes until we heard and saw the soothing river before us. It warped around steady slopes and trees, dropping down a small 14-foot fall until it widened into this massive swimming hole; the current was slow and calming, the water licking at small boulders that blocked the end of the current, where it narrowed into a small, more aggressive stream downhill.

With the clown of the bunch starting us off by jumping from the cliff, we swam, laugh, and drank the small supply of beer we could carry from the campsite. It lasted for a couple hours, taking small breaks on the shore and occasionally playing improvised pool games. When the sun resembled around 3 PM, the couples and groups began breaking off to their own corners of the woods. People on the shore, sex-fiends deep in the woods, and some couples even tailing it back to their tents to hangout.

Hannah, however, had a very different thought in mind. One that would both scare the living shit out of me, and would also make me blow the biggest load of my life.

As I sat on a small rock ledge by the waterfall, farthest from shore, she waded up to me and folded her arms to rest on my legs, placing her head in my lap and smiling up at me, her body floating in the water. I smiled down at her, knowing she had to be having a good time now. She opened up, but not a lot, acting as her usual, quite self when around my friends. She had drank a little, but I started slowing her down when her light-weight tolerance began showing. Her straight, white teeth beamed out as she nibbled on her bottom lip, one of her hands beginning to idly stroke my thigh.

“I want you to fuck me. Right here.”

She said it clear as day, with emphasis on the last part. I just laughed and shook my head.

“Hell no. I’m not giving my friends brother-on-sister entertainment. C’mon, you’re a little drunk.”

Her eyes twisted into big, round, pathetic globes; her lip quivering as she held onto my thighs and pulled herself up from the water, plopping her perky tits onto my lap. The small waterfall luckily made a faint mist, covering up a portion of our area, only one couple able to clearly see us. While I was distracted on surveying the situation, she had expertly tugged my shorts down and sprung my cock free, pulling up the thin string of her bikini top to nuzzle my cock between her wet, soft breasts. She didn’t break her character, begging like a child while she slowly let me tit-fuck her, her hands pressing her breasts together as a long, warm tongue darted out to lap at the underbelly of my now semi-erect cock.

“Please, big brother? I’ll let you fuck my ass and cum inside me~”

I opened my mouth to deny her but she knew just the words to say. Since we lived together for our whole lives, she was great at finding my weaknesses, even the ones she shouldn’t know about!

“Pull my hair, Brother. C’mon~ Spank me and fuck me reaaal good. I won’t bother you any more if you do?”

“Hannah.. agh, fine, yes, please, not right here, we’re not getting caught.”

She Sikiş hikayeleri leaned forward and beamed a childish, spoiled smile, hugging me around my waist while pressing her tits into my cock, letting it grind between those pillowy mounds of flesh.

“HEY! SHE STILL BEGGING FOR MORE BEER? Y’GOTTA SLOW IT, HANNAH. LISTEN TO YER BROTHA!”

They all laughed on the shore from the clown’s comment, picking up their towels to move up towards the top of the cliff, away from our line of sight. From their perspective, she was just leaning up onto my lap, obviously pestering me about something. Of course, if they moved 10 feet to their left, they’d see a raging-hard cock pressed between a teen’s gorgeous tits.

I clenched my teeth and forced a smile, waving over and nodding while they left, looking down at her fiercely while furrowing my eyebrows.

“Uh, Hannah?? Fuck woman, we get caught and shit will go down! We’re here for another 2 days, you know that right??”

She giggled and turned back to see everyone climbing up towards the top, disappearing over the edge. She turned back towards me and loosened her bikini top, folding it up to let me see her flawless tits while she bounced them on my shaft, nuzzling her cheek against my girth.

“Nnn.. go ahead Bro, let me feel your anger. Spank me and teach me a lesson; I want you to use all that pent-up stress and just fuck me blind; make me your little cum-dump and use me.”

The way her words rang out just punched me in the gut. I was immediately primed to fuck her little heart out, but there was more to it, almost like I was conditioned. When she spoke dirty to me, it sounded so damn familiar, like a Déjà vu. I wanted to question it, but didn’t want to delay any further.

I brought a hand up to tuck her wet hair away from her face, sliding it to one side so I could get a handful of air and tug her mouth down onto the top half of my cock, an excited squeal responding from her hungry mouth. She replanted her hands onto the sides of her tits, squashing my cock between them while I fucked her mouth. My other hand clenched back on the ledge of the rock, keeping me steady while I nervously kept glancing up to scout out anyone wanting to come back down. The rushing torrent of water was wonderful at masking her girly moans and squeals, a lot sluttier than our previous 2 encounters. She kept gliding those wet, soft tits up and down my length, suckling on the top half and twirling her head around until it was covered in a thin layer of saliva and water. She broke away for a moment, pulling her bikini top back down and releasing my member, only to push me further back against the wall while she pulled herself up and out of the water; the small patter of drops was heard on the smooth stone, her long, toned legs were on either side of me until she plopped down into my lap, grinding into my crotch while she passionately made out with me.

Her lips with smooth and addicting, unable to part myself from her while I kissed just as fiercely back, wanting to hold her and protect her, while also wanting to fuck that little harlot’s brains out. She got onto her knees and tucked her bottom bikini piece to the side, showing her smooth, wet pussy. She looked up towards the ledge, at least somewhat coherent on our situation, before locking her lips with mine to stifle any moans or gasps while she slid my cock inside her. We didn’t move for minutes, our wet, warm bodies pressed into each other, her delicate frame impaled on my cock, while we just kissed and whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears. Most of hers consisted of “I want you” and “Your cock feels so good”, but I’m almost positive she murmured “I love you” after a small silence. I was too busy drowning in the moment, only able to response with “I need you. NOW.”

A happy moan escaped her lips as she began slowly riding me, wrapping her arms around my neck and keeping her lips locked with mine, in a passionate, close embrace. Her wet cheeks would slap against my exposed thighs, my trunks slipping just above my knees in case I needed to dress because of my friends. I could tell lust was beginning the war of sex vs love, because she became more aggressive, loud, and quick, humping and bouncing in my lap greedily. Those smooth, hot inner walls would hug and milk my cock as if I was fucking an angel, eager to let me unload at any moment. I knew this wouldn’t make me last long, especially from her interrupting kisses. Her moans started becoming louder until I held her down onto my lap, keeping her still while she squirmed out.

“Bend over, and shut up.”

She nodded appreciatively, standing up and slipping off me, crawling over, facing the waterfall, the small ledge just big enough to allow this. She arched her back, her arms crossed on the ground, using them as a pillow with her face down and wiggling ass up. I rubbed two of my fingers a couple of times up and down her drooling pussy, making her smile until I slipped them in and slowly fingered her for a couple seconds. She quivered and looked at me, disappointed, giving a desperate ‘fuck me’ face. I laughed and turned my head, looking up past the waterfall, noticing Erotik hikaye no movement whatsoever.

I took my lubricated fingers and rubbed them along her asshole, slowly pushing them in to coat the inner walls of that taboo entrance. She gasped and gave a drawn-out, moan, biting her forearm. I pulled them out ever so gently to prevent any more unnecessary noises, only to press my slick, lubricated cockhead into her backdoor, my hands planted firmly on her hips, tugging that sweet little body to me, her asshole swallowing up my thick head while I continued to cram as much as I could until she resisted. It took a couple minutes to get it fully adjusted, but after some cautious movements and careful thrusts, I felt on top of the world when her delicious ass cheeks made contact with my thighs; my sexy little sister was bent over, moaning out my name while I stuffed her ass with my cock. I quickly leaned down and grabbed her hair, tugging her up towards me so she was almost kneeling up, my cock buried in her, while my other hand covered her mouth. She closed her eyes and gasped out again, moaning incoherent, slutty phrases. I kept her in this position, her back arched to puff out her chest, her ass squirming onto my crotch while I slowly pulled out and pushed back in, letting it adjust to my girth so I could fuck my sister’s hot little ass. My hand slowly slipped from her mouth, her quivering lips apparent, knowing she was using all her willpower to not scream out in ecstasy and pain. With one hand full of hair, pulling her back towards me, and the other placed lightly on her neck – not choking, just holding her still – I would nuzzle my cheek against hers, her hands coming back to grab my waist to keep herself still.

“You like having your ass fucked by your brother? Should I fill up my whore sister with hot cum? You want that, Hannah? Your own brother to fuck you senseless?”

She gasped out and bit her lip, nodding uncontrollably, silently mouthing out a ‘yes, please.’ I held her still and pulled my cock out almost all the way, only to thrust it confidently back up inside her, pushing a hot, lustful moan out of her mouth. I decided to not waste any time, my throbbing cock about to burst from those snug walls gripping like a glove. I took my hand away from her neck, only to swat down and slap that bubbly ass, leaving a perfect hand print on her cheek. She kept squirming and gyrating back against me, making it easy to slowly pound away at her eager asshole. She seemed lost in thought, her hands coming up to absentmindedly play with her breasts, my cock repeatedly being swallowed up inside that heart-shaped ass, cramming it inside with each thrust.

I couldn’t help but moan out in pure bliss, my lips pressed to her ear, whispering out words of encouragement, complimenting her perfect ass and riling her up even more. I was surprised when her jaw dropped and no sound came out, only her quivering, tensed muscles, her legs tightening against me as she had a full-body orgasm, shaking from delight while her hands explored and played with her body.

“Fuck me hard, NOW. FILL ME UP!”

The only polite thing was to help a woman in need; I pulled her head towards me and locked into an intense, deep kiss, beginning to pound away into her virgin asshole, her wet cheeks slapping loudly against mine, the water droplets left on our body were dripping off and making the slaps even louder, her ass hungrily swallowing up every inch of me as I mercilessly pounded away at her. Her moans and screams were directed into my kiss, feeling that pressure and heat buildup while both of my hands came up to hold her face into a blissful, pure-pleasuring kiss, while a thick torrent of hot cum filled up her ass. I slowly pulled out as I violently came, each rope of hot seed stuffing her ass while excess amounts ran down my sack and her ass, making a naughty mess between us.

She immediately turned around when I fully pulled out, pushing me onto my back and lying on top of me, our sweaty, wet bodies rubbing against each other while we passionately made out. She would occasionally let a small moan escape her lips, uttering my name, our tongues invading each other’s mouths to wrestle each other, blocking out the world around us to bathe in this intense, life-altering moment.

It wasn’t until we ran out of breath and broke the kiss that I looked to my right. Everyone had left the campsite except for one couple. They were the only two I didn’t know so well, and I always thought the girl was way out of the guy’s league. Of course, both of them were just sitting there, watching us with smiles on their faces, the girl’s fingers wandering down between her thighs. I about had a heart attack as Hannah busied herself with my neck, holding me tightly, whispering “I love you” over and over in my ear.

“Uh.. H-Hannah, we have company.”

It didn’t seem to faze her, her lips occupying my cheek and ear, continuing her onslaught of compliments until saying off-handedly,

“Nnn.. I’m so glad you picked me at Cruise’s Masquerade.. I’d be missing this~”

I froze, my eyes locked onto the peeping couple, as the void began to fill itself. The party, the masks, the music, those lips. Those lips. Her smells and sounds. Fuck! I am so stupid. I don’t know how I could forget that night. It’s all just, rushing back now..

to be continued…

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Chapter 3

The next morning left her and I both a little hung over. We polished off that bottle of UV the night before and we felt it in the morning. I got up before my little sexy vixen, who was wearing nothing but that red nighty. I left the hotel and grabbed some Starbucks for breakfast. When I returned I woke her with my entry. She looked amazing with her sleepy little innocent face. But she was far from innocent, and last night can prove that. “Good morning” she says in a sleepy groggy voice with a smile shining on her face. “Morning babe. Got breakfast” I said. “Aww that’s so sweet” she said before she got up and we both realized her nighty got ripped.
“What the fuck” she said.
“Don’t worry baby I’ll buy you a new one,” I said as I smiled.
She smiled sweetly and removed the nighty revealing her sexy naked body that had been ravaged the night before. She gave me a devilish grin over her shoulder before removing a sheet from the bed and wrapping herself in it. She walked over to the table and sat in my lap. She looked like she was wearing a gown from ancient Greek times. God she looked sexy. I took a sip of my coffee and sat back as she ate. When she was finished she went to the bathroom and turned the shower water on. She came back out and walked towards me. She stopped and stood right in front of me. I looked up at her smugly. She held out her hand out and said, “let’s go.” I looked at her then pushed her hand away lightly with mine then with the same hand I pulled away the fold in the sheet that was holding it up causing it to fall to the floor reviling her sexy, curvy naked body to me. I smiled, got up and without warning I picked her up into my arms. She let out a small scream “what are you doing.” She said as she smiled and laughed in excitement. “I’m taking care of my baby. You got a problem with that?” “No sir,” she said smiling. “Good.” I smirked.

I carried her to the bathroom and set her naked body in the shower as I started to undress. As I removed my socks she stepped out of the shower and stood in front of me before melting to her knees. She unfastened my belt buckle and undid my jeans letting them fall the ground exposing a bulge in my compression shorts. I stepped out of my jeans as she smiled and worked her fingers behind the stretchy waistband of my briefs. She pulled them down peeling the skintight material away from my legs. She kissed my legs following her hands down my legs. I stepped out of the shorts and Sex hikayeleri kicked them aside as she grabbed my cock and engulfed it with her mouth. Her hands slid to my balls as she worked my cock in her mouth she squeezed and rubbed my balls. My head fell back as she sucked upon my member. Her hands moved back to my ass and she squeezed it. She pulled me into her mouth hard by pulling on my ass. Her hands were rubbing my ass when she snuck a finger to my hole. I jumped a little as she just rested it there. Still sucking on my cock she pushed her finger I tightened my muscles and she couldn’t get anywhere. She then sucked so the tip of my cock was around her lips and then she swirled her tongue around the end of my cock. I relaxed at this and then she tried to work her finger in to my ass, this time with more success. Her finger entered my ass hole to the second knuckle. She did this for a while, working my ass with her finger and my cock with her mouth. After a while she removed her finger and my cock from her mouth and stood up.

She removed my t-shirt up over my head before resting her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her. “I can’t believe we have to leave today.” She said. I didn’t let her say another word as I held her hand and helped her into the shower. Hands never letting go I climbed in after her letting the waterfall over our naked bodies that were holding each other tight. I loosened my grip as I sank to my knees. I sat directly between her legs as I used my hand to help her spread them a bit. I looked up at her pussy dripping from the shower but I could still tell by the glisten how wet she was. I leaned my head all the way back and dove my tongue into her waiting pussy. I ate her from beneath her while reaching up with my hand to grab her breast. Her hand immediately covered mine that covered her tit. She massaged my hand and her breast. I lapped at her pussy covering all her lips and paying much attention to her clit. She was shivering in pleasure as I ate her out. I licked harder focusing on her clit, sucking on it, nibbling it and licking it. She held my head and grabbed a handful of my hair as she started shaking. I ate harder at her pussy and that sent her over the edge and she began spasming and experiencing a full body orgasm. First her body stiffened and jerked around, then her screams grew louder and immediately after that her pussy juices flooded from her cunt and cover my face as I drank some in.

She collapsed Sikiş hikayeleri as I caught her and laid her down in the shower and I sat leaning my back against the wall and I let out a breath. As she regained her breath she began to laugh. I looked at her, “what?” I said. “That was, the most, AMAZING thing, I have ever experienced in my life.” She said continued with more laughing. I smiled and shimmied over to kiss her and lay next to her. She rested her head on my shoulder. I said, “Ready to fuck.” She laughed and paused then said yea with a devilish smirk. I stood up and helped her up. I immediately slammed her against the wall kissing her neck and groping her tits. She responded by reaching down and grabbing my cock jerking it to get it hard. She moved to her knees to suck my cock to speed up the process. She worked my cock with her mouth until it was rock hard. I pulled her back up by her arms.

When she was standing I picked her up by her ass and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around me as I set her down on top of my cock. Her pussy swallowed my cock as she came down. Her body tightened as my dick filled her cunt. “Oh my god.” She said directly into my ear. I tightened my grip on her ass, and then lifted her weight up to slide my cock from her pussy then set her back down filling her once again. I kept doing this finding a rhythm now. I fucked her against the shower wall with her body writhing against mine. It was ecstasy. She was bouncing up and down on my dick now yelling in pure bliss. As I felt my orgasm near I slowed down until she was just sitting on my cock, not moving. She rested all her weight on me in exhaustion, her head on my shoulder. “Baby your cock is AMAZING,” she said. I smiled as I lifted her off.

She gave me a sad face thinking we were done. Then I set her down, grabbed her hip with one hand and pushed her upper back forward with the other. She shot a sexy look at me over her shoulder as she put her arms out to the floor. I put my hand between her legs and ran my fingers back rubbing from her clit to her ass hole. I did this a few more times before positioning my cock between her pussy lips. She let out small moans as I rubbed the head of my dick around her pussy teasing her a bit. Then I slowly thrust my hips forward while pulling her hips back into me. My cock spread her lips apart and filled her tight little cunt. I pushed on her hips slightly away from me till just my head was in then Erotik hikaye I pulled her back quickly filling her cunt once again. We found a rhythm and I began fucking once again. I was pounding my cock into her pussy hard with each stroke and she was meeting my pelvis with her ass on each thrust. I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of tit and squeezed as she moaned loudly. Our breaths were getting shorter and quicker. I put my thumb in her ass and thrust my thumb in her ass when my cock went in her pussy.

After loosening up Her ass like this I removed my cock from her pussy and hovered it before her forbidden hole. I spread her ass cheeks apart and eased my cock into her ass. She took in a sharp breath then let out an Ooo. I pushed my cock further up her colon until her pussy met my balls. I eased my dick out slowly then pushed in back in a bit quicker but still slow. I gradually picked up pace as this new hole became looser. I was now pounding her ass just like I was pounding her pussy. She took her hand and reached up and began rubbing her pussy and clit. We both picked our pace up as our orgasms neared. She was moaning with every breath and I was grunting with every thrust. As I felt my orgasm build and build I removed my dick from her ass. She immediately reached between her legs and grabbed my cock and pulled it into her pussy where I obliged and pushed in. I picked up the same pace I had going in her ass. She was soo close to Cumming I fucked her harder. Her moans grew and grew until she screamed out in orgasm. I was still pounding into her and I grabbed her high around her waist as she was loosing her balance. I held her up fucking her as she had a violent orgasm. Her pussy contracted around my cock, which sent me into an orgasm of my own. I grunted loudly as I deposited a giant load of cum into her wet vagina. I let her weight go as she collapsed to the floor of the shower facing me. I rubbed my own cock as my orgasm rattled my body shooting another large loan out of my cock this time landing on her face and tits. I shot more and more cum onto her. Her face, tits, and hair were covered in my cum. My cum was also seeping out of her pussy I noticed as my orgasm subsided. I braced myself on the shower door handle as my knees went weak.

When I regained my balance I held my hand out to her and helped her up. I helped her wash whatever cum she didn’t lick up off of her. We got out of the shower and laid on the bed wet and naked.
“What if we don’t,” I said.
“Huh?” She said
“I said what if we don’t have to leave. Well we still have to leave but what if we don’t leave each other” I started “what if I come with you back to Iowa?”

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In A Cheap Hotel

[this story comes before “In The Warehouse” so if you’re keeping track, read this one before that one – David]

Joe watched her from the front window of the pool hall across the street. He shook his head. She was going to go for it. What was it about these little college bitches that drew them to this kind of action? Back in the day, it was only perverts and Bangkok whores who let themselves be used the way she wanted to be used. And the whores were making money from it.

The street was dirty, most of the storefronts had been boarded up long ago. The liquor store sign on the corner flashed ‘–qu-or -to-e’ — the other letters were burned out. A group of half-a-dozen rough looking kids stood outside, smoking and drinking from brown paper bags. Garbage was piled everywhere.

And still, she came.

Joe recognized her car from her description. She parked half a block down from the Brown Hotel, the closest spot that wasn’t littered with broken glass or sleeping bums. Her body was even better than the photos promised – about 5’8 and trim with long blond hair. He smiled. She was a brunette but he told her to dye it blonde or don’t bother showing up. The shiny red dress hugged her body like a second skin. It was tight enough to show clearly that she had no panties. It was cut low enough to show off her beautiful titties, pushed up and together by a new purchase from Victoria’s Secret. The bottom was cut just below her ass, enough that the tops of her stockings showed. Black fishnet stockings and four inch heels. Nobody wore those anymore and he hoped it made her feel every inch the cheap whore she looked.

He gave her fifteen minutes to get the key from the manager, pay him for the room (he wasn’t going to waste his money), and go upstairs and get into position. Joe sat down and thumbed through a magazine, pacing himself. His cock was already hard but he had a lot to do before he’d let himself fuck her. And besides, John was still on his way from the airport.
* * *
Joe went into the room and locked it behind him. She was there, his clean-scrubbed, tarted-up college girl, posed exactly Porno hikayeleri as he’d instructed her. He walked around her slowly, ran his hand down the middle of her back, patted her head.
She was making small gagging noises, her belly moving up and down slowly, but she kept the rubber cock planted firmly in her throat. He’d brought the gear to the room an hour before. It was a simple contraption and she fit into it exactly. He inspected her thoroughly, taking his time, crouching down and going over her inch by inch.

Her knees were exactly fourteen inches apart and held by leather straps into two iron gourd-shaped supports. Her ankles were behind her, toes pointed straight back, the straps at her ankles pressing her shins flat to the floor. Joe ran his finger along the backs of her calves and she shuddered. He knew that the fronts of her feet – stretch as they were – were already getting sore.

Her belly lay across a steel bar, eighteen inches high from the base, just a few inches longer than her femur. That held her ass pointed obscenely toward the ceiling. That and the leather trap that lay across her shoulders. She wasn’t able to buckle that herself, Joe would have do to that and he would soon. But first he needed to inspect her chest. He ran his hand across her chest and nodded, she’d done as she was told. The metal bulldog clips were in place, even though they were outside her dress. They weren’t causing much pain yet but were at least giving her a taste of what was to come.

Joe got up and walked around in front of her, squatting down so he could look her directly in the eyes. Her eyes were watering and she was still gagging on the cock, catching quick breaths in between. Her nose was running and he wiped it with his thumb. Then, he smeared the mucus across her forehead and back into her hair.

Her arms were straight out in front of her, her elbows resting in another pair of iron supports like the ones at her knees. She wasn’t able to buckle those either so Joe took care of it for her. The steel pole that supported her arms also supported the long, black, rubber cock that was pushing past Sex hikayeleri her gag muscle. Joe put his hand gently against the back of her head and pulled her forward, pushing the cock even deeper. She gave a quick convulsion then vomit shot out of her nose and around the cock, splashing all over the steel pole and the carpet. Joe nodded and stepped back, leaving the bile to burn her nostrils and throat.

Patiently, Joe wiped up the mess, cleaning the carpet and his gear, wiping down and rinsing the leather and the brass buckles until they were good as new. He went into the bathroom and carefully took down the plastic shower curtain. She watched him through teary eyes, her nose and throat still burning. The only thing worse that that was how hungry her cunt was. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and now she needed to cum. She moved her ass, swaying from side to side, trying to make herself feel something down there.

“You really are the pig aren’t you? Deviant, worthless slut. Shaking your ass like that’s going to turn me on? Do you think that your” he made quotes with his fingers “hot little cunt is going to get me all worked up?” He leaned close, looked her directly in the eye. “I know you. I am in your head. I own you.” She nearly came as he said it, felt her cunt lips swelling and the juices running down her leg. “Damp, aren’t you?” he laughed. He spit in her face, a big glob that hung from her right eyebrow and slowly slid down her cheek. She came for the first time then.

Joe spread the shower curtain underneath her, protecting his gear. He pressed her head hard onto the cock again and she gagged but this time, she only spit up some bile, most of that through her nose. He watched it run down over her lips and hang in long, thin strands from her chin. Joe picked up the bucket he’d used to clean her up and rested the rim against the top of her head. He knelt behind and beside her, his legs leg pressed between her thighs. She immediately began humping him, grinding up and down as well as she could with the steel bar pressing into her hips.

Slowly, Joe tilted the bucket, letting the watery mess Sikiş hikayeleri drizzle over her head, soaking her hair, her face, and the top of the red dress. She came again, sucking hungrily for air through flared nostrils.

He fucked her ass then, using her cunt juice to lube himself up. When he was finished with her, he pulled the strap across her shoulders and buckled it in place, pressing her chest into the floor and putting painful stress on her back and hips. Finally, he swung the last hinged piece up from the floor. It was measured to fit precisely between her opened ass cheeks. He took the three-inch diameter butt plug and rammed it home, then swung the metal bar upward and snapped the base of the plug into the slot that was cut there. The bar was mounted on a powerful spring. The idea was to tease her and it was working. As soon as it was planted in her ass, she started humping against it. But the spring kept it moving so she never got anything more than a horrible teasing sensation, enough to make her hot but not enough to make her cum.

Joe came around in front of her again. She was completely secured, spit-roasted end-to-end with rubber cock, still dressed but now her clothes were a soaking wet, smelly mess. She was disgusting but that was what he wanted. Let her swim in it for a while.

She’d stopped gagging on the big black cock, her throat must have acclimated to it. That was all right, he had more tricks up his sleeve. He’d pump up the inflatable cock-head later, when John was there.

He looked at her one last time. Her hands were free – nothing restrained her from the elbows forward. When he designed the machine, he gave a lot of thought to that. He could have brought her forearms straight up and secured them to the pole, or taken them behind her back, or even mounted another pole to keep them stable. But in the end, he decided he liked this design. It accentuated how useless they were. Her hands were free, unfettered, unbound, but useless. She had them straight in front of her, fingers intertwined, almost a position of prayer. He leaned forward and kissed the thumbs and she looked up at him. He couldn’t tell because of the huge cock in her mouth, but he thought she smiled.

. . . is the next part ‘off to the airport to get John’? or should the story end here? Send your comments . . .

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As I sit in my office, I am wearing my pink sissy uniform, watching the hired gardener dig up the weeds out front. I’m not supposed to expose myself to others, but my sissy rules state that I must be in uniform when nobody else is inside the house. I’m doing work, but all I can really concentrate on is the idea that I should be on my knees sucking cock, or being on all fours being fucked.It’s all a bit much, so I head into the kitchen for a drink of water, my heels clicking on the wooden floorboards, my permanently locked away cock trying to strain against the metal chastity device.I hear the door open and, “Hello? Do you mind if Sex hikayeleri I use the… Oh.” I forgot to lock the front door. I turn to see John, the gardener, giving me the up and down, and licking his lips. He says, “You’re a sissy, I see. I bet you’re going to give me more than cash for this job, then, aren’t you?”I blush, and smooth my ruffled apron a little, but all it does is draw his attention to the fact that I am, clearly, nothing but a chastised and obedient sissy. I start to open my mouth, but before I can say anything he says, “Don’t say a word, slut. I came in to use the toilet. So you’re going to Sikiş hikayeleri come drink my pee now, aren’t you?”I can’t help myself. I nod, silently. He gestures for me to walk past him, and towards the toilet. I obey, trembling a little. As I pass him, he gooses me on the right butt cheek, then grabs me from behind and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around mine and squeezing my D-cup boobs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my butt, and I let out a tiny moan and automatically wiggle my arse against it.He whispers into my ear, “Good gurl, you behave and I’ll fuck you right.” Then he stands me Erotik hikaye upright, smacks my butt again, and I start high-stepping to the bathroom as I’ve been trained to do when on display.I arrive in the bathroom, turn around, and kneel down, crossing my arms behind me, and presenting my open mouth up. He walks slowly in, giving me an appreciative look, then unzips his fly. His cock pops out, and I again reflexively lick my lips, hungry to get that cock in my mouth. But I wait on my knees, as I’m trained to do.He steps forward, and I lift my head up and wrap my lips around his hard cock. He puts his hand on my cheek and strokes it, then sighs and starts to pee. All that nightly deep-throating practice pays off, as I suck his whole cock into my throat and start swallowing. It’s a good minute before he stops peeing and I come up for air, tears running down my face from the effort.

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