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How Could She Sleep?

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“How could she sleep?” I wondered as I watched my sister sleep like a stone from across our extremely hot room. It was so unbearably hot, I had stripped down to just my underwear, and was laying on top of my covers, feeling rather envious of my younger sister, who was obviously oblivious to the heat. I took another sip of water that was by my bed, but even that was warm, and giving no relief. So instead, I poured some of what was left over my head, providing temporary relief, but not for long. Then, I don’t know why, but I started throwing some water at my sister, enjoying her sleepy reactions. Finally, after she was thoroughly soaked, she woke up, and she wasn’t happy. “What the hell are you doing?…Cut it out!”

“I couldn’t sleep, It’s too hot.”

“So you had to wake me up? Thanks alot!”

“No problem” I said, somewhat pleased with myself.

“It’s not funny!”

“Yes it is! Besides what’s the difference? We don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow.”

“Yea, but look at me, I’m soaked!”

“So am I, Trust me, you’ll thank me in a few minutes.”

We were both quiet for a minute, except for my sister trying to get comfortable. Her wet t-shirt sloshing around as she moved made me start to laugh out loud, until it hit me square in the face with a loud slosh! Suddenly, I was no longer the one laughing. I wiped myself down with the shirt and threw it back at her, missing her by 2 feet.

“Nice shot.”

“I’ll give you a shot” I said waving my hand in the air.

“Yea, whatever.”

I threw myself off my bed and sprinted to grab the wet shirt. Before she could object, I threw myself on top of her and squeezed all the water from the shirt all over her. Well, some of it was on her, but with all her squirming and kicking, alot of it was on her bed. Still we were both laughing. It must have been the heat making us delirious!

“Now what? you got my bed soaked!”

“I warned you.”

As quick as she could she rolled out from under me and sprinted to my bed.

“Now you get to sleep in the wet bed” she said as she happily bounced herself on top of my bed.

“I don’t think so.”

I calmly walked back over to my bed and nudged her to move over. I laid down next to her and reached for another bottle of water on my night stand.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I’m not wasting this on you” and I opened the bottle and quickly started to drink. She held her hand out for some, and I passed it to her. It suddenly hit me, as she was drinking from the bottle, we were lying next to each other almost completely naked. Not that it was a big deal. We had certainly seen each other’s body, but something about lying next to her seemed, well, weird. I also noticed that she looked great. Her boobs were just as big as mine, and they were very round and firm like mine. Her nipples were very dark, and quarter-sized, whereas mine were lighter and bigger. She had a very flat stomach, and smooth muscular legs that made me very jealous. Her skin tone was slightly darker than mine, and her hair slightly lighter and shorter.

She gulped the last of the water down and handed me the empty bottle. “Uuugh it’s so hot!” Still looking her over, I really wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. I put my foot on top of hers, comparing our toes. “That’s a pretty color, you should let me borrow it.”

“I would except I don’t have it. Mom took me for a pedicure last week.”

“You bitch.” She flashed me a smug grin, and then laughed. I got up and started to leave.

“Where ya goin?”

“To get more water , want some?” I said as I let the door close behind me, not waiting for her reply.

When I got back in the room, my sister had spread herself out across the whole bed. I put the bottles of water down on the nightstand and scooted myself next to her. My underpants were soaked, and I was uncomfortable, so I slid them off.

“What are you doing?”

“What? They’re soaked!”

“Well I’m not sitting her while you’re naked. Go get new ones.”

“Why? The’ll only get soaked again. If you don’t like it, go back to your own bed!”

“I can’t, thanks to you.”

“Well then, I guess you’re fucked!” I laughed.

Then I opened a new bottle of water and poured it all over her panties.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Now you have to take yours off too, and you won’t feel so uncomfortable.”

I laughed as she reluctantly slipped off her underwear and slapped them across my belly.

We both lay uncomfortably silent in our nakedness for a few minutes, until I noticed her perfectly bare crotch.

“I didn’t know you shaved down there.”

Covering herself up quickly she said that she didn’t, and told me that she got it done the other day when she got her nails done.

“They waxed everything, and it hurt like hell! I’ll never do that again!”

“Even?…”

“YES that too”

“Oh!”

“It feels nice now though.”

“Did mom get that too?”

“I think so.”

I reached down and ran my finger across her bare area. “Hey feels nice.”

“What are you Avrupalı porno doing?” she said as she slapped my hand away.

“Just curious. It’s smoother than mine, I have to go there with you next time.”

I grabbed her hand and ran it over my shaved area. “See, bumpy!”

“You perv” she said as she pulled her hand away.

“Oh c’mon, we’re sisters. What’s the big deal?”

“We’re sisters, that’s the big deal!”

“Big deal! It’s not like I touched anything bad. Besides, I saw you touch yourself a bunch of times.”

“What?”

“Yea, when you’re in the bath. You don’t shut the door you know, and I saw you in the mirror from the hallway. It’s no big deal.”

“You are a perv.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen me before.”

“NO I haven’t.”

“Oh well your loss.”

Another silent moment passed, but there was definitely something happening. I’m not sure what it was, but I was feeling very horny. I kept picturing my sister masturbating in the tub, and I kept looking at her naked body lying next to me. I started picturing her masturbating her bare pussy right next to me, and it was really getting me hot. I was sweating worse than before, and I needed to finger myself in the worst way. I was just about to get up and go into the bathroom.

“You really saw me?” my sister asked.

“Uh… oh.. yea. But don’t worry it’s no big deal.”

“I know, but now I’m thinking you owe me one.”

“Owe you one what?”

“Well you saw me..”

Did my sister want to see me masturbate? This prospect was exciting me more than ever. Although this was a complete shock, I really wanted to do it, but I had to make sure that’s what she was getting at.

“So you want to watch me?”

“Well fair is fair.”

“No I didn’t watch, I just saw.”

“Oh.”

She kind of looked embarrassed, and turned her eyes down. I sat myself up and turned to face her. I spread my legs open, throwing my right leg across her chest so she could see me, and began to run my fingers over my already wet pussy. She didn’t say a word as I stroked my hard clit and worked two fingers in and out of my wet pussy just inches away from her. I could feel my orgasm coming on after a few minutes when I stopped.

She looked at me with a puzzled look as I fought to catch my breath.

“Did you come?”

“No. But that’s all you get to see. It’s a lot more than I saw.” It’s true I was lying, but she didn’t know that.

“Now I’m gonna go in the bathroom.” I went to pull my leg back over her when she stopped me, as I had hoped she would.

“No don’t. I want to see… I want to see you cum.”

“Now who’s the perv?”

She didn’t say anything.

“O.k., but I’m not doing it alone. You do it with me, and we’ll be even.”

She smiled, and pulled her one leg out from under me and draped it over mine. I was struck with complete lust as I watched my sister’s perfectly manicured fingertips glide between her pink folds. I could see she was already wet, and her clit was practically throbbing. Every time her finger slid across it, her whole body tensed up and shook. I was mesmerized by her tits as they bounced with every movement of her thrusting hips. It was enough to almost make me cum right there. I watched as she rolled her perfect nipples between her fingertips. The whole thing was too much, and made me want to devour her . I watched as she pounded two fingers in and out of her beautiful cunt, on the verge of orgasm, and I needed her to cum. I could no longer ignore my own need to cum, and I began to furiously rub my own throbbing clit. We both seemed to send each other over the edge, as we came together.

As My orgasm subsided, and I opened my eyes, I waited for the feelings of shame and embarrassment to wash over me, but much to my surprise, the sight of my beautiful sister in the glow of sexual satisfaction just fueled my lust. With some hesitation I leaned in and planted my lips firmly onto hers. She offered no resistance as our tongues met and began to swirl around together. I was thinking how warm and familiar her kiss felt. So passionate, as if we were made for each other. It had occurred to me how strange it was that I never even thought about kissing a girl, let alone my sister, and now it was all I could do to keep myself from exploding with lust and love. I felt as if I was constantly on the verge of orgasm. My stomach was in a knot that made me want to scream out as loud as I could. I would have done anything for her, anything she wanted. I was ready to just give myself entirely to her, and yet, I wanted her to succumb to me, and still I wondered if she felt the same.

Feeling completely overcome with lust, I worked my kisses slowly down to my sisters beautiful tits, and began to suck and bite on her nipples. No sooner had I felt her hand on the back of my head urging me down further. Her hips began to thrust up and down as I made my way over her stomach to her pussy. I could smell the aroma of both our excitement mixing in the air. She began to moan and whimper as I got closer.

“Oh Anne… yes … oh please lick me … lick my pussy.”

As soon Video porno as she spoke, I came.

I went at her with a renewed hunger. I wanted to make sure she felt the way I did, and no sooner did I touch my lips gently to her pussy, she came too. Shoving my mouth tightly against her, I could feel her muscles spasm, and I tasted her warm sweet juice.

We spent the whole night learning how to please one another, touching and licking each other. We spent hours in a place I never thought, even in my wildest fantasies existed.

My sister Dani and I had become inseparable over the last few months. We spent every minute together, and took every chance we got to be alone. Neither one of us had bothered to keep in contact with any of our friends lately. Both of us sort of felt like we didn’t really need to be around anyone but each other.

We both knew that even though we didn’t think so, what we were doing was wrong. Or at least everyone would see it that way, so we knew we had to keep our relationship a secret, and try and lead our normal lives. This wasn’t going to be easy, considering all the prospects of our senior year that had me so excited didn’t even seem to matter. All I wanted to do was be with my sister. Even though neither of us wanted to, we played our parts of “normal” sisters. No one really seemed the wiser. We had just explained to our friends that we spent a lot of quality time together over the summer, and that our mom kept us busy with things around the house. After all, there was no denying that we had definitely gotten along with each other better than ever, and it was no longer uncommon for us to be seen with each other.

A few months into the school year, and things were still going ok. Dani and I had discovered that keeping our secret added even more thrills to our already taboo relationship. We still took almost every opportunity to be alone, even if only for a few minutes. Our feelings were growing stronger every day. Any time I saw her in the hallway my stomach would flutter, and it was all I could do to keep myself from attacking her. We kept our grades up, and our relationships with our friends normal. I even managed to get one of my guy friends to ask me to prom, with no strings attached.

One afternoon after school we were both feeling very horny from all of our flirtations that day. There had been an assembly and we were both able to sneak away for a few minutes with little worry about anyone interrupting, as everyone in school were all in one place. We had just enough time to get each other off in the girls room once or twice before sneaking back in to the auditorium. Anyway, we had gotten home that day, and wasted no time in shedding our clothes and falling straight on to the couch in the living room. Our mom didn’t get home for a few hours so we had the run of the house for a while. We both laid on our sides kissing and fingering each other to violent orgasms when the front door opened. We were both so lost in our passion that we didn’t even notice our mother standing in the room with her jaw on the floor. She stood and watched in shock as her two daughters fingered each other to orgasm, all the while declaring their love for one another. We both noticed her at the same time and scrambled in vain to try and conceal what there was no denying mom had just saw.

“MOM!” we both shouted at once.

Both of scrambling and sputtering to try to offer a valid explanation, all the while mom was silent, until she finally ran from the room with tears welling in her eyes.

Danielle and I had remained silent while we gathered our clothes and got dressed. The reality of our relationship hit us for the first time like a ton of bricks. Never before had I felt so ashamed and disgusted by myself. It was the worst feeling I ever had. Then something went through me like a bullet. “Why did I feel this way?” I wondered. Was it because I had been doing these awful yet beautiful things with my sister, or was it because mom saw it? I mean, she might have reacted that way if I was screwing some random boy (or girl) on the couch and she walked in. I looked over a Danielle to see what she was feeling. When I saw how hurt she was and the tears in her eyes, I wanted to hold her until it was ok. I couldn’t stand to see her like that, and I knew it wasn’t our feelings for each other that made us feel guilty and ashamed. I love her, just as I loved her before, only maybe a little more now.

“Danielle it will be ok. We just have to go and talk to mom.”

“And what are we gonna say?” she snapped back at me while trying to hold back her flowing tears. It was the first time in almost a year she had spoken to me with any trace of anger.

“We will tell her the truth. I am going to tell her how I feel. I’m tired of hiding it. I love you and I need to be with you.”

“You can’t tell her that. She just walked in on us, and you want to go rub it in her face. She probably didn’t even consider that either one of us, let alone both of us, would even think about being with another girl sexually, never mind each other.”

“I know. You’re right, but what else are we going to say? gizli çekim porno We can’t ignore it and pretend it will go away. And we definitely can’t hide it any more. We love each other, and that’s all that matters to me.” She didn’t say anything.

“You do feel the same way I do don’t you?”

I held my breath as I waited for her answer. I knew she felt the same, but I didn’t know if she could hear herself say it, given the situation.

“Of course I love you. You know I do, and I want to be with you forever. You are my sister, and I can’t lose you. I’m afraid what mom would do.”

“She can’t do anything. We love each other, and the rest will work out. Trust me.”

We hugged for a minute and shared a quick kiss. Then we both took a deep breath and went to find mom.

When we came into mom’s room she was sitting on the bed staring down at the floor with almost no expression on her face. Her eyes were red and glassy, and her face was puffy.

“Mom…”

She didn’t answer me.

“I’m sorry you saw that. I…um we didn’t mean…”

“YOU’RE SORRY I SAW THAT? You’re sorry I saw that. Not that you’re sorry for doing… you’re sorry because I saw that?”

She raised her voice, but not from anger. More from disbelief and shock I think.

“No I…” then Danielle interrupted,

“Yes mom. We are sorry that you saw that, But not that we did it. Anne and I love each other. We’re sorry we didn’t tell you, but, well we didn’t know how…or if we should.”

“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? Do you realize what you were doing? You were… You know what you were doing. I can’t believe this. Do you know what you were doing is wrong? And it’s sick.”

“It’s not sick! We love each other.”

“Of course you do! You are sisters. But you don’t love each other like that.”

“Yes we do mom.”

“Mom we know that you think it’s wrong, but we need each other. You have to understand.”

“I can’t understand. You are my babies. I know you think you love each other, but sisters don’t do what you were doing. And you will destroy yourselves this way. It is not healthy and it is not right.

How long has this been going on?”

We both looked at each other, then at mom, and spoke in unison.

“Almost a year”

“A year? This has been going on under my nose for a year?”

“Mom. We…”

“Shhhhhhh.. don’t say anything else. It’s my fault. It’s just…well since your father…well I guess I haven’t been doing a good job as a mother. I can’t blame you girls, and I am not mad. We will get through this. We’ll get through this together.”

“Mom. There is nothing to get through. Danielle and I are going to be together. If not here then somewhere else, but nothing between us will change. I’m sorry mom, I know you are disappointed, but you should be happy for us.”

I knew that sounded bad, and I knew my mother wasn’t buying it. She acted as if I didn’t say anything.

“Does anyone else know about you two?”

“NO.” we both said solemnly.

“Thank goodness. Tomorrow I will call Dr. Kane and we will…”

“NO MOM.”

Dr. Kane was a shrink friend of mom’s.

“If you call him we are leaving. There is nothing wrong with us. We love each other. It’s not our fault that we are sisters.”

I think she understood what I was saying. I hated to do that to mom, but all I cared about was being with Danielle. I knew that she wouldn’t want us to leave, and she knew she couldn’t stop us. Mom started to cry, and though I felt terrible, I was also happy because I knew we had won.

“Mom we love you too, and we didn’t want to hurt you, but Anne and me well…”

Danielle started to comfort mom, as my mind drifted to a state of relief. It was like a new found freedom had been awarded to us both. I noticed Danielle and mom hugging and I rushed over to join them.

“My little girls. I just want you to be happy and healthy.”

“We are mom. We are.”

We all cried, and then mom broke the tension.

“I didn’t even know you didn’t like boys!”

We all laughed, and the mood seemed to change. Mom began asking us details of our relationship. How it started, and things like that. We were both all too happy to share everything with her, considering we had been living in secret for so long. It felt good to tell someone, especially mom. I think by the time we caught her up, her opinion of the situation changed, because she could see that we were both truly happy, and in love.

As the time passed, we found ourselves enjoying our new found freedom immensely. Even mom was getting used to the situation. She was constantly making jokes and asking us about our relationship. It brought us much closer as a family.

One night Danielle and I were in bed. She was on top of me and we were eating each other to a fantastic orgasm when mom just walked in the room and sat on the bed next to us. We were both startled by it, and wondered why she would intentionally walk in on us. Even though she knew about our “secret”, and seemed to be curious, we didn’t think she wanted us to flaunt it in her face. We never did that. We always talked openly with her, but we never took it as a sign that we could just screw where ever and when ever we wanted. We all knew and respected that, and yet, here was mom pulling up a front row seat. We both stopped what we were doing and started to remove ourselves from our lewd position, figuring maybe something was wrong.

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I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus

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Starring Christmasy massively-mammaried minx Hilda Humper and her holiday-inspired twelve-inch titanically-dicked son Henry Humper in:

“I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus” Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur Edited by Victor C. Nathan

“Jiggly balls! Jiggly balls! Uhhh, uhhh, fuck! Jiggly as you thrust! Ohhh! Oh, what fun it is to fuck as you play with my big bust!” Hilda Humper sang, naked on her back as her dangerously large titties flopped up and down on her body while the mall Santa worked, while he literally jammed his long prick in and out of her vagina, both of her legs bent and up in the air. “Come on, Santa! Ohhhh, that’s the way to fuck me! Hump my pussy and make my boobs bounce! Ohhhhhh, shiiiittt, yeeeaaaahhh! Fuck me like you just found a big-tittied elf you got lucky with!”

“Oh, Miss Humper,” the mall Santa, who was named Joe groaned as he pounded and plunged inside her long tunnel of pussy and occasionally cupped one of her knockers. “I’ve never seen any elf with tits as big as yours! Ohhhh, yeah! How does that feel?”

“Like Santa’s planting the North Pole right up my cunny!” she swooned, fingering her moist nub as he pummeled her huge-breasted, huge-bubble-assed body like a dream. “I hope those kids at the mall won’t miss you too much! Tee hee hee! But who cares about ankle-biters when you can get fucked, right, Kris fucking Kringle?”

“I’m sure they do miss me, Miss Humper,” the mall Santa answered earnestly as he thrust in and out of her love canal a few more times. “I had better get back there soon before they find out I’m gone and fire me.”

“Tee hee hee,” Hilda giggled, wrapping her legs tightly around Joe’s torso and crossing her ankles behind his back. “Let the little bastards wait. I don’t give a shit. What’s more important, my orgasm or those little snot-nosed greedy brats telling you what they want for Christmas?”

“Ohhhh, don’t tempt me to stay longer, Miss Humper,” Joe managed, capturing one of her bouncing breasts by the nipple and areola and latching on like a hungry man at a buffet. “You don’t want me to lose my job, do you?”

“No, Santa, but little Hildy has Santa’s weeeee weeeeee on her Christmas list,” Hilda swooned as Joe jacked his cock up and down athwart her, making a squishing sound as his manhood worked her natural juices in and out of her pussy and caused her bazoom bouncers to careen around like fucking crazy. “Doesn’t Santa always try to make sure little girls get the gifts they want for Christmas, even the ones on his naughty list? Ohhhh, yeah, fuck me!”

“Ha ha!” the mall Santa laughed, finally planting the full length of his sausage of a wiener balls deep in his bust-gifted lover as the semen streamed out of him at last. “Aaaaaahhhh, that feels good, Miss Humper! But you are no ‘little girl’, ma’am. There is nothing little about you except the size of your waist. But you are definitely very naughty.”

Hilda too orgasmed and then they were done. As she helped Joe get back into his Santa suit for work, she toyed with his penis and kept shoving her horny headlights against various parts of his body. It was then that Hilda heard the front door downstairs open and then abruptly slam shut.

“Mom, I’m fuckin’ home and I’m as horny as shit!” her son Henry yelled unashamedly as he strode into the house.

“Wow, you fuck your son too?” Santa Joe looked at her as she zipped up the fly of his red pants and cupped his pecker and sack, the one not filled with toys as she rubbed her glorious naked tits against his stomach.

“Oh, Joe, I fuck anything with a penis attached to it, baby,” Hilda informed him unashamedly as he got in one last lascivious grope of her inflated chest. “Now you better go be merry and quit thinking about your elfhood now. We can take care of your big candy cane again after Christmas. I put my phone number in your pants pocket, you dirty horny fucking Santa.”

“I had fun, Miss Humper. Can we do this again sometime?” Joe inquired sincerely as he still gawked at her big bouncy boobs. “I mean, it’s not every day that someone like me gets to meet a hot, horny woman like you, he he. Especially not a hot, horny woman with a rack as big as yours.”

“Tee hee hee, Santa,” Hilda responded sweetly as she pushed her boobs aside momentarily while she leaned over to put her shorts back on. “Anytime, sweetie pie.”

Hilda walked out of her bedroom with Santa, wearing only her shorts, her ponderous, pendulous flesh puppies swaying wildly with every step, bouncing up towards her face and down again to hit her chest, making a loud slapping noise.

“Hey, Mom,” Henry greeted his heavily-titted mother as he met them halfway up the staircase. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Henry, sweetie,” Hilda replied politely as her bazooms bobbed with every step. “This is the mall Santa, Joe. Joe, this is my son, Henry.”

“Hey, Santa,” Henry said in an amused voice, looking at his mom’s amazon melon knockers knock into each other as he tried to qiqitv.info hold in a snicker. “Looks like ol’ Saint Nick just got some pussy, huh? Did you come down the chimney or just in her? Ha ha ha!”

“Nice meetin’ you,” Joe managed with a little embarrassment, glancing back for one more eyeful of her honeydew honkers as he reached the door. “But Henry, man, I don’t blame you for going to bed with your mom. I mean, if I had a mom with boobs that big, I would bang her till she rattled, conventions be damned.”

“You got that right, Joe,” Henry agreed, moving towards his mother and squeezing both of her round buoyant boats of titmeat without shame. “But give her a call when you need to get some, okay? Mom’s pussy is a fun place to put your wee wee, as you just found out, I’ m sure. Have a good one.”

“You too, Henry, and Hilda, it was wonderful poking, er, I mean meeting you,” Joe stammered, donning his Santa cap and then darting out the door.

“Mommy’s fucking Santa! Mommy’s fucking Santa!” the eighteen-year-old male Humper sang annoyingly to his mother as he smacked her proud mams in turn.

“Alright, Mom,” Henry said with a low chuckle as he pawed at her ample assets with his large hands. “How on earth did you end up fucking the mall Santa? I thought you were trying to get your last minute Christmas shopping done.”

“Well, tee hee hee, Henry,” Hilda giggled girlishly as she placed her hands on her chest plumpers and juggled them up and down. “I was shopping for a few hours when I walked past the Santa’s Village they have set up out there at Rosewood Mall and saw Santa sitting there with a bunch of little kiddies lining up to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. I figured I’d give him my list too, ya know? I mean, if the kids can tell him what they really want, then why can’t I? Anyway, I got to the head of the line, sat down on the big guy’s lap and his eyes nearly bugged right out of his head when he stole a look at my knockers, tee hee. So I leaned up really close, pushed these big babies of mine right up into his face and whispered my wish list right into his ear, tee hee. You should have seen how red he turned. It was a naughty motherfucking wish list too, sex toys and whatnot! It was just too fucking funny, but I guess ya had to be there. Plus, I did get all the gifts I needed for Christmas, and we can open some of those fuckers tonight.”

“Well, you just gave Santa a good rogering,” Henry said huskily, leaning in to kiss her bare neck and to pinch and grope her bare but firm gobs of gazonga globe as his crotch rubbed against her body. “How about a little you and me?”

“A little you and me what?” Hilda told her boy with a laugh, her little pair of shorts hugging her big ass while her wobbling monstrous boobs and the rest of her were so liberated and blessedly nude. “Awwww, does baby want Mommy to give him the Santa treatment? Awwwww, that is so ceeeuuuuteee, little baby boy.”

“Not half as cute as you look in that little tiny pair of jogging shorts,” he replied, kissing each of her expansive areolas in turn. “Or as cute as those ridiculously large tankers of yours look all naked as a jay bird on Christmas Eve.”

“But Henry,” Hilda said with a deep sigh, her bodacious boobage jutting out provocatively in front of her, causing Henry’s trouser snake to leap with anticipation inside his Levi jeans and Fruit of the Loom underwear. “It’s Christmas Eve, baby. I have to get all these presents wrapped and under the tree. I have to get the food ready for tomorrow and then I have to clean up before Granny June and Grandpa Ward arrive tomorrow morning. I can’t take the time to play with wee wee right now. Can’t you take him into your room and shove that old Chelsea Charms video into the machine?”

“Awww, but, Mom,” Henry whined, lowering his head to suckle one of her pert pink nipples as his hand strayed in the direction of her pubic bone, rubbing her private area salaciously through the thin fabric of her shorts. “I don’t want Chelsea Charms, Mom. Her boobs look too fake. I want your boobs, cause they look real.”

“They are real, baby. Tee hee. Every fucking inch of my fleshy boobs are real,” Hilda told him sweetly, drumming her little fingers on the inflated crotch of his blue jeans. “It’s just that I have so much to do to get ready for tonight.”

But sure enough………..

“Oh, baby boy, that thing looks so swollen,” the busty Humper observed, lying on her back still wearing only her shorts as she rubbed a whole handful of lotion into her skin, slathering it back and forth between her J-cupped gems, getting it slippery down where the cleavage got deep. “That’s one mean looking Christmas erection, Sugar Wean. Oh, shit, but it’s swollen up, Henry. So big and thick and long and ready to get slippy and slidey.”

“Are you ready, Mommy?” Henry asked anxiously as he jammed his now fully tumescent organ between her gigantic globes, seeing himself disappear within the deep canyon of her cleavage kızlık bozma porno until his entire organ was gone from his view, surrounded on all sides by the soft, smooth and slippery flesh of her marvelous mammaries, his finely down-covered testicles slapping at her taut abdomen as he began to move up and down within the firm grasp of her slickly lubricated cleavage cunny. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” His fertile fuckstick foraged in her deep, dark cleavage, running into Hilda’s tongue as she jutted it out to lavish oral attention on the apple head of his pee wee as it briefly appeared at the top of the canyon. There was a distinct noise, a sloshing, waterfall kind of noise as he worked it vigorously, traveling up and down the corridor between her two roomy flesh pillows, almost as though he were a child again, enjoying a ride on the Slip-n-Slide that Hilda had bought for Henry and Harriet when they were little.

The entire twelve inches of Henry’s hose of a horsecock penetrated Hilda’s bare chest, horizontally touching the place between her two bounty bazooms as she gripped her cute cans with both hands and curled them around his long trunk to make the slide, though slippery and noisy and fun, a tight one.

“Slippy Mommy your sticky, tee hee hee!” Hilda tittered as he plowed her topsy swervy titters at that moment. “Slidey Mommy your mansy meat stick, tee hee! Oh, it squeaks loud as motherfucking, titfucking shit when you titfuck me, baby boy! Work your Wean Machine a little harder and I’ll suck ‘im as he moves!”

“Oh, and to think we might have left all this off for wrapping silly consumerist gifts!” Henry exclaimed, cramming and jamming his severely swollen stalk between the two oasises of teatsiedom that he gave a squeaky, loud and humorous wee weeing to. “And I come home and find ‘Mommy’s fucking Santa! Mommy’s fucking Santa!’ Ohhh, fuck, I’m gonna dick your triple-J wee wee fuckin’ tits so fuckin’ hard, you naughty strumpet! Ohhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk, it feels so good in here!”

“Tee hee hee,” Hilda giggled, her big bags of boobflesh quivering and shaking with each spasm of laughter. “I wonder what my baby boy has in his big ol’ Santa sack, tee hee.” Reaching down with her dainty hand, she gave his dangling gonads a gentle squeeze. “I think that Santa sack of ours is full of lots of treats for Mommy!” Hilda stroked and kneaded his scrotum as though she were rattling a gift to try and guess its contents. “I bet there’s lots of my baby boy’s ooey gooey sticky shit, mmmm,” Hilda moaned, sticking her tongue out at the appropriate moment to give Henry a quick “wiggler” in his urethral orifice that made Henry groan out loud at the sensations that coursed through his body. His rigid planting tool continued to ply its way through the tight flesh trap formed by Hilda’s gigantic globes, made even tighter when she loosened her grasp on his trouser snake and pressed her breasts together to form a tighter sheath around her boy’s male organ.

Henry placed his hands at the side of her jumping, currently fucking teats and then began to buck hard at the waist, the ‘eek, eek, eek’ of hard wee wee on soft lubricated boobie flesh resounding throughout the spacious bedroom. Hilda in turn leaned her head slightly forward and took the first few inches of his dick into her mouth and got a quick suck in as he pounded her cleavage with his leaky protruding peter.

“That’s it, baby. Pound ’em! Fuck ’em hard!” the mother encouraged her well-hung boy, as his foot-longer started slipping and sliding faster and faster, now slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth as well. “Give Momma’s boobs and her mouth a good fuckin’, big guy!”

“Ohhhh, ohhhhh,” Henry managed, working like a skillful logjammer, ramming his tree between her holy Humper hills. “Just keep your Santa-suckin’ mouth open wide, cause it’s about to get a mouthful of magical holiday semen! Ohhhhh, shiiiiittttttt, ohhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk! I almost can’t turn back now, Mom!”

“Let it out, baby. Let it all out,” Hilda urged, lapping at a droplet of pre-cum that leaked from Henry’s pee pee pole’s wee wee hole. “Give it all to Mommy, baby. Empty that big ol’ Santa sack.”

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Henry grunted, finally losing the ability to stave off the inevitable and giving in and letting go. Huge amounts of rope-like strings of sticky baby batter were ejected forcefully from the huge apple head of Henry’s wee wee as Hilda guzzled, drinking him down as fast as she was physically capable of doing, her oversized hooters bouncing and jouncing while she made a valiant attempt to capture and enjoy every single morsel.

“Oh, Henry,” she was finally able to say as the thick stream became merely a dribble again and she could use her tongue to wipe her lips and chin. “Baby, I love your balls! That was some huge fucking Christmas treat in that sack of yours, Henry, tee hee hee.”

“You got that titterfuckin’ right,” Henry agreed with a satisfied sigh of orgasmic köylü porno satisfaction, having finally found sexual relief and release, euphoric and cathartic as it was between his mother’s colossal udder jubblies and inside her mouth and throat when she finally drank from his penis. And the fact that it was the holiday season only made it feel like one big up close and personal present, a sweet sensual gift to his wee wee for Christmas. But the boy and his hulking huge high school cock were both quite sure that his busting-to-the-ceiling mother and her overwrought orbs were a gift that would keep on giving, and then giving and giving and giving some more sex, whether it was boob sex, mouth sex or just plain old honey cunny sex. Henry Humper hauled his sleek well-working organ from out her mouth and then from out her deep mysterious cleavage and toppled to the bed beside her topless and top-heavy body that was now speckled with cum.

“You did that well, Henry,” Hilda observed with a smirk that smoldered with sexual possibilities yet to come. “And motherfuck it all, if your dick isn’t heeeuuugeerrr than shit, pardon my grammatical liberties! Tee hee hee!”

“It’s because it’s Christmas, Mom, ha ha,” Henry laughed, giving his overendowed mother a gentle poke in her left breast as she instinctively reached out with her hand to stroke and fondle the large private part between his legs. “Everything is more generous at Christmas, even Mr. Wean. That was sure some motherfucking fun shit.”

“Yes it was, baby,” Hilda sighed, leaning back against the pillow and closing her eyes, just relaxing and savoring the feel of his hands as they pawed and played with her gigantic jubblies as she continued to tickle and tease his male appendage, surprised that it was already standing nearly at attention again, even though it had only been mere minutes since their last sexual interlude.

“Mommy, he’s hard again,” Henry told her, stating the patently obvious.

“Henry, I know, sweetie. But I’m tired after all the Christmas preparations. I’ve been cooking and baking and buying and wrapping for days now and I just don’t feel like being at your pecker’s beck and call all the time. Can’t you just lie here and play with my titties or something? I know Mr. Wean is needy, sweetheart, but even mothers need a day off every now and again.”

Looking decidedly downcast, Henry nevertheless continued to paw playfully at her fleshy lady lumps, tweaking the nipples and occasionally lowering his head to give each a playful nip with his teeth.

“Oh, Henry, that does feel fantastic, sweetie, but can’t you just lie here and snuggle with me for awhile? Good grief, that fucking fucktool of yours seems to need my attention all the fucking time. I’m glad Harriet can take over for me sometimes, otherwise you’d wear me the fuck out.”

“Oh, I’m sooooooo haaaaarrrrrrrdddd, Mommy, so very hard,” Henry said in a voice of pleasured relaxation as he basked lazily in the feel of her predictable hand rubbing up and down on the part that mattered most, only one of his hands now sampling her own substantial skin floats of flesh.

“Ohhhhh, I know it is, baby,” Hilda huskily replied, as he haphazardly fondled her sweet as honey damn big delectable pair as her own hand slid delightfully up and down on his organ, her sensitive fingers savoring each thick delicious vein that networked along the surface of his horsecock. “I know it is, baby, cause I feeeeeel it.”

“Ohhhh, I feeeeeeel it too, Mommy Mams, and it feeeeeeels so good, you slathering your hand to and fro on my big ol’ piece of penile pipe, I mean. Oh, Mommy lover!”

“Oh, baby! I mean, don’t you know I wouldn’t even give a shit if you didn’t buy me anything for Christmas, Henry. Yeah, rub my tittie good. Don’t you know that I practically live for what you’ve got down here between your legs? That would be Christmas present enough for me. And I don’t just love it cause I fuck it and suck it. Baby, I love it for what it is, what I know it can do, even on Mr. Wean’s off days, like when you are studying Shakespeare at school or some shit. And I would say it’s the best Christmas present a boy could ever give his mother. I love it most because it’s attached to you, sweetness. Nah, that’s not totally true. I mainly love it cause it’s so biiiiggggggg!”

“Well, I don’t think the Christmas turkey is the only fucking thing getting stuffed this year,” Henry declared arrogantly as he rose completely from his back and attempted to slide down Hilda’s shorts so that he might undress the lower half of her busty and fulsomely voluptuous body while his monstrous cock jutted proudly and largely from between his legs, solid and ready to insert itself inside her vagina. “Oh, yeah, Mommy. I’m getting a ‘piece on earth.'”

“You sure are getting a ‘piece on earth’, tee hee. And it’s a heavenly piece of ass too! Oh, Henry, Momma’s got a lot of good will towards men too,” Hilda giggled with a swivel of her swinging bazooms as she allowed her son to take down her jogging shorts to gain an unobstructed view of her bare pink pussy, the wonderful space he would soon shove his foot-long shaft into.

“You got a lot of good will towards men, and manhoods too. Ha! Ha! Merry Christmas, Momma. I love you.”

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All characters are at least 18 years of age

Chapter 7 – A White Girl Can Make Some Real Bucks This Way!!!

OR – My Own Magic Carpet Ride With White Girl My Legs Spread Wide For $$$

After they got home Megan got her other 2 helpings of 12 inches – hell it tuned out to be 5 more helpings when you throw in the two she got starting at 4:00am in the wee hours the next morning and the one just before she left for school at 7:45am. All the guys in her classes noticed her ankle tattoos right away. She got some applause and some whistles and some offers of “Can I be next Teach?”. Of course during her first period she made sure Marcus, Deshawn and Tyrell got several full views of all the Nigga cum flowing form her just fucked pussy. Just before the end of her last class of the day she noticed Marcus standing outside her class room door motioning her to step into the hall.

“You gotta get home ASAP. My pager and cell phone have been going crazy. You have 12 paying appointments at two different hotels – 5 tonight at one hotel and 7 tomorrow night at another hotel. Tonight will be starting at 5:00pm. I figure 30-45 minutes or so each plus travel time you’ll be home before midnight tonight – later tomorrow night. Deshawn will be your protector tonight at the first hotel and Tyrell tomorrow night at the second. Then the following night is the 15th – PAYDAY – So all 3 of us will be your protectors as you work the 3 twelve story Regency Apartment buildings in the projects – We figure so far you have about 40stops so far to make that night – simple straight fucks for $150 each or $250 each for each ass fuck – so you’ll make money but you’ll be tired and “fucked out” by the time we finish up around 5:00am. Plan on calling in to be late for school! I hope you were serious about this cause your booked solid the next 3 nights and we’re still getting calls every hour to get you booked through this weekend and into next week.”

“WOW you guys work fast. I’ll hurry home BUT you gotta fuck me first before I leave and fuck me last when I get home. Just need that encouragement and knowing you’re still my Big Black Daddy and that I ‘m still Black Owned by you forever. Ummm OK My Mr Money Man, so I don’t screw up anything by opening my mouth and saying the wrong shit, just what are you charging my paying customers?”

“Smart question – OK first of all you NEVER handle the money or mention prices. There’s too many lying sneaky vice cops out there that will try to entrap a newbie working girl. All discussions of services to be rendered and money arrangements are handled by your protector up front – cash only. He asks all the right questions, checks out the client and the place then takes the appropriate amount of cash for the services he has just offered on your behalf while you wait outside the room. When he comes out of the room and personally tells you it is OK and tells you exactly what has been paid for, only then do you enter the room.”

“If the client changes his mind, wants something extra or anything that sounds fishy, you immediately tell him he needs to discuss that with your man. Then go to the door and ask him to come in to make any changes in the arrangement and collect any additional money required, again while you wait outside in the hallway.”

“We called all the hotel concierges that we personally know to announce you as a brand new beginner call girl needing to build up her following. As such we are offering a start up discounted special. $75 for a blow job or if the guy wants to eat your pussy, $100 for a Deep Throat or if the guy wants to finger fuck you til you cum for him, $150 for a pussy fuck and $250 for an ass fuck, Around the world (all 4) is only $500 cause we throw in the blow job warm up for free as a special incentive. I”ll leave it to whether or not you want the guy to wear a condom or go BAREBACK – It’s your pussy & ass so it’s your choice. In a week or two when your name is known, which is gonna be Chantelle, and your clientele starts asking for repeat business your rates will go up.”

“Based on what has been booked with the 5 for tonight you’ll be bringing in about $1000. Of which I get 10%, Deshawn gets 10% and Tyrell gets 10% – you get the rest to put in your baby fund or spend however you like. Based on those numbers you’ll clear $700 tonight, You can make more if you always ask for a tip for great service, or talk the guy up for something extra. But if you get a tip always kiss the guy on the cheek when you thank him. Working girls NEVER kiss a client on the lips. It helps separate fun time sex from real life. The tips are 100% yours but you need to let me know who tipped you and how much was tipped so I can better calculate what your new rates should be in a week or two.”

“That’s a lot to remember on your first night. I gave a brief write up to both Deshawn and Tyrell as reminder cheat sheets if any of you need them. Think you got all those numbers Ms sex izle Math Teacher? We’ll go over everything again when you get home after school. Love you white girl. Just have fun tonight OK.”

Megan was a bit dumb founded. She had no idea her 3 Boys would get things going so fast, But her pussy was already twitching and it was soaking wet in excitement and she needed to be fucked BAD!. She intentionally hopped back up on her desk spreading her legs as usual to give her students a great view of her now flooded and glistening pussy. She can always be counted on to be a slut in school for her students. Thankfully her last class ended less that 20 minutes later. She shot out the door like a bolt of lightening and rushed home. As soon as she walked in the door she grabbed Marcus by the hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.

“FUCK ME – NOW – NIGGA!”

Almost an hour later grinning like a just fucked newly wed she hopped into the shower to “get ready” for her date night as she decided to call them. Marcus stuck his head into the bathroom just as she was just getting out of the shower.

” I have your working clothes and a new bottle of perfume laid out for you on the bed. We’ll go over everything again after you get dressed.”

After drying off Meagan scampered into the bedroom. She picked up the two articles of clothing. The blouse was am extremely loose fitting very deep V cut neck line design that would clearly show almost all of her tits and would easily show her Queen of Spades tattoos on each breast as well it was see though leaving nothing but a whisper to the imagination. She giggled thinking she might as well not wear anything to cover her tits. Then she picked up the shortest micro-miniskirt she had ever seen. It was not much longer than a wide belt. After slipping it on she looked in the mirror. It was so short in front the lower portions of her pussy lips were clearly visible and when she turned around the lower half of each ass cheek AND her two Queen of Spades tattoos on her ass cheeks were also clearly visible. She thought –

“Now that looks like a working girl slut for sure – That is HOT – Damn I’d even pay money to eat that pussy and fuck that ass!”

Then she unwrapped the bottle of perfume. It was one of the most expensive greatest fragrances on the market. Marcus did this especially for her as a kind of “Way to go girl – Don’t forget I love you all night – Have lots of fun on your back with your legs spread wide making money” special kind of gift. A John would never buy a whore something like this. I mean a Client would never buy anything like this for a Working Girl.

Megan made a real show walking out into the den area swinging her hips like Gypsy Rose Lee. As soon as she got to where Marcus was sitting she stood directly in front of him. Raised her left leg up high and spreading it out wide placing it up on the arm of the sofa knowing her entire pussy was on view to him.

“Hey mister got $5 for a great fuck? – My Pimp might give you a discount down to $2!”

They both laughed, then Meagan leaned over to give Marcus a very deep passionate loving kiss.

“Thank you for the new clothes and the very special and very expensive perfume. Guess I’ll just have to MAKE myself fuck you later to thank you properly. For the perfume I might even let you fuck me BAREBACK with no pull outs even though you might get me pregnant doing that.”

Again they laughed. Marcus pulled Megan down onto his lap then kissed her again. After going over all the rules, do’s and don’ts one more time., he said,

“You look HOT white girl. Not sure I want you to leave the house looking like that,. Some guy might think you’re a hooker and offer you money for a suck & fuck – – – Seriously babe – you do look HOT and ULTRA SEXY. WOW you look good. It’s time for you to hit the road, Deshawn will be driving the Escalade to take you to onight’s hotel. Remember the rules, fuck your ass off and have fun doing it.”

Megan was very excited and very nervous as she walked out the front door and headed to the Escalade. As she slid in on the passenger seat Deshawn gave her a wolfe whistle then asked,

“Damn can I eat that delicious looking white girl pussy before you turn your first trick tonight? Hell I’ll even eat it after you’ve turned your last trick tonight. You look damn good white girl!”

Megan leaned over and kissed Deshawn on his cheek smiling she said,

“Baby Boy if you find us a great place to park at the hotel I’ll MAKE you eat my pussy til I cum all over your face and for sure MAKE you eat my pussy til it’s clean of all the cum that has been fucked into me at the end of tonight’s tricks. I PROMISE – that is if you will promise me too – especially promise to make the pussy eating last til I’m cumming all over your face and you have licked me clan of all cum. That is another one of my hottest kinky fantasies – To have a guy eat all the cum out of fransız porno my just fucked pussy and ass. But it would take a REAL MAN not a Baby Boy to do something like that. Are you my REAL MAN tonight Nigga? Wanna eat all the cum outta my just fucked pussy and ass later tonight like a REAL MAN does his slut?”

As Deshawn pulled into a secluded parking pace in the hotel parking garage he looked Meagan square in the eyes ‘

“Push that button on the side of your seat and lean all the way back spreading those white girl legs wide. I promise to eat your pussy now and PROMISE I’ll fulfill your new fantasy later tonight. Now spread those legs slut – this REAL MAN is hungry for my first taste of your white girl pussy. But it ain’t gonna be my last tonight!”

True to his word Meagan was soon cumming all over his face. That orgasm actually helped her take the edge off of going into the hotel to fuck her first paying customer ever. Deshawn took her into one of the back entrances that he just so happened to have a maintenance crew card key to unlock the door. Up the service elevator to the 5th floor, then down to Room 508. Deshawn knocked on the door. When asked by the occupant who was there he answered, “I believe you ordered special room service Sir.” The door immediately opened and Deshawn went in. In less than 10 minutes he was out.

“Told the guy Chantelle is an older college student working her way through college the best she can so she can get her Masters in Math and start teaching kids. The black guy just upped his request from a $150 straight pussy fuck to paying me me $500- He wants our free blow job warm up special to start then an Around the World. Asked if he could fuck you BAREBACK. Told him it’s your pussy and your ass so it’s your final say. Looking around the guy has lots of money – 3 Armani suits in the hanging area, gold Rolex on his wrist and a large diamond pinkie ring. Be sure to treat him well and ask for a tip. From the looks of things he’s safe so I say fuck him BAREBACK if you want and remind him you said BAREBACK is OK just this once when you ask for your tip. This guy should tip you pretty well – a $100 or more.”

Megan went to the door knocking softly and saying,

“This is Chantelle, I understand you need some special friendly company for that special Girlfriend Experience.”

She was through the door in less than a minute. Deshawn was amazed about 15 minutes later when he heard Megan begging

“Fuck me harder stud – Make my ass still feel it tomorrow – Take this white girl ass Nigga – Gimme every inch of that beautiful hard Big Black Cock – Let me do Ass-to-Mouth now so you can fuck this horny white girl pussy – My pussy has just gotta feel your Big Black Cock pounding it deep – I love HUGE Big Black Cocks like yours – OH YEAH BABY I’m sure glad you talked me into letting you fuck me BAREBACK – Your chocolate skin cock sliding against and deep into my white skin pussy is such a huge turn on – Oh yeah baby that’s it fill my white girl pussy with all your Nigga cum stud – GIVE IT TO ME – OH OH OH YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR BIG BALCK COCK NIGGA -YEEEESSSS DO THIS WHITE GIRL- TRY TO BREED ME BLACK – Damn you just gotta call and ask for me again – If you do I PROMISE I’ll ask if you can get a discount since you have such a GREAT Big Black Cock that knows how to fuck a white girl – OK. – Ummm if you liked how I did for you I am always thankful for any tips I get. My pimp doesn’t have to know anything about any tip you give me – That way he won’t take 75% of it like he does my trick money – OH WOW honey – $250 – Let me give you a sweet kiss before I leave – PLEASE PLESE PLEASE call again and make sure you specifically ask for Chantelle. I’d love to have your Big Black Cock fucking me again real soon. I REALLY LOVE your Beautiful Big Black Cock!”

“OK Deshawn write this down – Trick

– Mr Armani Suits – Room 508 – Doubletree Hotel– Upgrade to Around the World $500 – $250 tip. Hmmm less than 45 minutes. That guy was horny and ready to be fucked long before we even got here. He’s here on business for the next week and a half. He’ll be calling back real soon I bet. Where we going next?”

Deshawn was all smiles as he escorted Megan back to the service elevator and went all the way up to the penthouse level.

“OK here’s the deal. I just got this one from Marcus while you were having fun with Mr Armani Suits. I gotta really check his out. It seems there are 5 black very high rolling business guys here for an all week long Mutual Fund Managers Convention and they want an all black mini gang bang of a sweet innocent white college girl for at least 3-4 hours – BAREBACK – NO PULL OUTS – She has to take ALL their Nigga cum til her pussy & ass are filled to overflowing and she is covered with their Nigga cum – for $3000 PLUS TIP- Tip to be negotiated and paid up front. Marcus made sure he explained this was an out of the ordinary teen porno request and this very special college girl he was sending would very much appreciate a generous tip for granting every thing they wished from her for the 3-4 hours. If they are generous to her up front she will be more than generous with them for the 3-4 hours. Here we are. Let me knock, talk to hem, check everything out, then I’ll be back OK. Just gotta look out for our

whore.”

Megan couldn’t help but smile. She was their ONLY whore. So guess that does make her

. In about 15 minutes Deshawn came out smiling a Cheshire cat like grin.

“Man these Niggas get a little bit of success in the business world with hard horny cocks in their pants and more bucks than they can count in their pocket and they forget all the common sense they learned on the streets. White girl I just talked them into paying for an ALL NIGHT EXPERIENCE instead of just 3-4 hours. And since they’ll be making you break all your other appointments for tonight they need to cough up $5000 for the all righter and AT LEAST $2000 tip for you. Wanna count it – all brand new Benjamins – actually $7500 cause they spit up $2500 tip money. So you do these guys up tight, outta sight and keep their Big Black Cocks in your grooves then in the morning, you sweet talk em, I bet you can milk em out of even more tip money. And don’t forget if this is your last trick tonight – when I get you back to the Escalade – Deshawn is gonna be extra hungry for you to feed me your juicy cum filled white girl pussy! A promise is a promise in my book!”

Meagan knocked lightly and the door swung open.

“Hi Guys – I’m Chantelle – I understand you hot studs wanna gang bang a sweet innocent white college girl working her way through college all night long with your Beautiful Big Black Cocks – OK then – I’m the party girl you guys have been praying for – But only if you fuck me BAREBACK – I LOVE NIGGA CUM – You Niggas better not run out – I NEED every drop!”

Deshawn could only laugh silently as he was taking the service elevator down to the parking level. As the doors opened he pressed the key fob and saw the flash of parking lights on the Escalade. Once he got in the drivers side he got to thinking about how he’s gonna be eating Meagan’s cum filled white girl pussy later – His cock was rock hard in only seconds.

“Damn not even turning tricks for and hour and she can wrap her men around her fingers quick. Especially ME! LOL She gonna make us ALL lots of bucks with that attitude!”

The knock on the glass woke up Deshawn. Glancing at his watch he saw it was almost 5:30am and Meagan was all smiles waiting for him to unlock the passenger door. As soon as she opened the door she slid in, cranked back the passenger seat to a fully reclined position, took of her skirt and blouse throwing them in the back seat then as she laid back she spread her legs wide toward Deshawn.

“I NEED my REAL MAN to eat my just fucked pussy – Eat me clean Nigga! – I want to see all this cum and my pussy juices all over your tongue, lips and face. Eat me til I’m clean and you make your slut cum hard mall over your face. Then you’re gonna fuck this bitch, fill me with YOUR Nigga cum , then eat me clean again – REAL MEN ALWAYS EAT THEIR HOT FRESH CUM FROM THEI R SLUT’S PUSSY!. Get down here Nigga – This pussy NEEDS those Big Black Thick Nigga Lips and Tongue! TIME TO EAT THIS JUST FUCKED BITCH LIKE YOU PROMISED!”

Deshawn was lapping up Meagan’s pussy within seconds. His pants were down past his knees and Meagan took pride in stroking his Big Black Cock keeping him rock hard. Even though she had several mini orgasms Deshawn was not gonna stop til she really went over the edge. As he slid his thick black index finger into her cum filled ass Meagan finally came unglued and starting cumming so hard she was squirting girl juice all over Deshawn’s face. Yet he still wouldn’t back off til he had as he promised licked her clean. Meagan was shuddering from cumming so hard then,looked directly into Deshawn’s eyes.

“Fuck me Baby Boy. You’re my REAL MAN now. Gimme ALL your Big Black Cock in my pussy & my ass Nigga! Make me scream as I cum all over your magnificent Black Fuck Meat!”

Deshawn plowed hard and deep into Meagan. After he had made her cum 3 times hard fucking her pussy, he rolled her over and slam fucked her ass. As she began screaming out to fuck her whore ass balls deep, Meagan started yet another hard orgasm. As her ass clamped down on Deshawn’s cock she began milking his Nigga cum out of his balls. After the first 3 ropes were launched deep into her ass, he pulled out and slammed into her pussy where he shot the remaining 4 ropes of thick Nigga cum. Megan began screaming once again as Deshawn pulled his cock free, grabbed her ankles, spread her legs wide, then thrust his face down between her legs to eat her clean. Megan was screaming out one orgasm after another after another. She finally stared to regain her senses and found herself staring into the eyes of a broadly smiling Deshawn who’s face was smeared in cum in pussy juices. Megan pulled him up to her and surprised him by licking all the cum and pussy juices off his face.

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Penn kneeled before him as he inspected her naked body. He used his riding crop to skim her body. Up her arms, down her backside, the leather slid across her skin. He inserted the end between her thighs and pushed her right leg outward, signaling Penn to open her thighs wider. As Penn complied with the motion, she felt herself growing wet. He circled her again.

“Of course, I’ll want her shaved.”

June nodded from the side of the room and noted his request on her clipboard.

“I want her hair in soft curls for the next week. I may change my mind later, but for now, curls, I think.” June again scribbled on her clipboard.

Next, he took the crop and lightly tapped Penn on her rounded ass. “Stand,” he commanded.

Again, Penn followed his request and again, she felt aroused.

He walked close to her and brought his face to her neck. He inhaled deeply before he took a step back. “Lilies,” he stated. “She’ll wear the essence of lilies.”

And with that, he turned and exited from the room, the soft red carpet cushioning his footsteps.

A few minutes later, Penn, wearing a robe, was following June through the large house. While she hadn’t been instructed to be quiet, Penn knew that this was not the time to ask the millions of questions running through her head.

They walked down the central stair well and entered what felt like an entirely different world. The lights were dimmer. The red carpet was replaced with cold marble tile. The quietness of the previous floor was replaced with the sounds of people and socializing. Penn tried to gather everything in. June began to fill her in and ushered Penn through the first door on their right. The entire south wing of the floor was a room of at least 30 single beds.

“This is the dorm,” June explained. “You’ll sleep in here unless it’s been decided that you’ll spend the night elsewhere.” June pointed over to a empty bed a few feet from the door. “That’s your bed.” Penn noticed the few people still sleeping in the room, and quickly deduced that the sleeping quarters were co-ed.

Without another word, June turned at left the masturbasyon porno room, following for Penn to follow her.

Down the hallway, the two came to the female bathroom. Giggling came from inside.

“Hello ladies,” June sang as she entered the room. She was greeted with similar words by the women at the sinks doing their hair and make up. There was a row of stalls to the right, directly across from a row of sinks. June pushed the door to one stall open and made sure that Penn noticed the presence of a bidet. Penn looked questioningly at June.

“They’re in each stall,” June said. “They’re the best way to stay clean. You’ll learn to use them eventually.” She led Penn behind the wall of the sinks where the room opened up to the steam filled communal showers.

Penn was surprised by the beauty of the two women who were showing in front of her. One woman, with gorgeous full breasts and short blond hair, had a tattoo on her back of the Golden Gate Bridge. The other, a shorter petite woman with long red hair, smirked when she say Penn notice the presence of her clit piercing.

And with that, June was leading Penn back out the bathroom. Immediately, they entered a large closet and June pulled the light switch overhead.

“This is where you’ll find all your grooming products. Everything you should ever need should be here. If by chance you need something and it’s not here, just ask and we’ll get it. You’ll see, on this shelf, we have razors, that shelf has all the hair products… oh and don’t forget the nail polish,” June said. She reached in the back of a bin on the left and pulled out a small bottle with clear liquid inside. “Here’s the essence of lily that he wants you wear. You’re lucky. No one else currently wears that — you’ll stand out.”

Penn reached out and grabbed the vial, holding it tight in her palm. She was so nervous. Was she really ready for this? Was this really for her?

They continued walking down the hallway, passing rooms with doors open and men and women laughing and talking and crying. The final stop for Penn was her shared mature porno room. June opened the room and let Penn enter first.

“This will be your room. You share it with four other girls. This closet is yours. All your clothes will be here in an hour. That’s your desk. Make sure you keep this clean. Remember that you have to keep up with your classes — but no one will listen if you complain because of all the academics you have to do.”

Penn nodded as she looked around. June ripped a page off her clipboard and handed it to Penn. “These are your instructions for today. Make sure you follow them to the letter. He won’t be happy if you don’t. Meet him at the top of the central stairs in 2 hours. Don’t be late.” And with that, June was gone.

Penn looked at her instructions.

1. Shave your legs and underarms.

2. Shave your cunt.

3. Wear essence of Lily.

4. Wear your hair with soft curls.

5. Wear make-up — waterproof mascara or no mascara.

6. Wear the robe you are wearing (and nothing else).

Penn’s heart raced.

Penn looked at her watch. She was 5 minutes early. She stood at the top of the steps, thinking of how her day started.

****She stood, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back, against the wall. She had no idea where she was. She knew there was people in the room, but she didn’t know who or how many.

“Is she a virgin?” a man with a deep voice asked.

“No,” a man answered.

“Has she ever been with a woman?” the deep-voiced man asked again.

“Not that she told us.”

“What is her experience with anal sex?” a woman asked.

“She’s never even experimented. The idea of it grosses her out and it’s not something she lists as erotic.”

“Any health concerns?”

“No.”

“Is she on birth control?”

“Yes. She’s on the ring, but she also uses condoms.”

“She’s very hairy. Has she had a master before?”

“No. But she watched Secretary and found herself very aroused by it.”

“What is her level of sexual satisfaction?”

“She enjoys pleasing someone. milf porno She enjoys sexual stimulation but is unsure if she’s had an orgasm before.”

“Excellent candidate. I’m excited for this one Jon.”

“As am I James. There’ll be a lot of interest in this one.”***

Penn’s heart was racing as she stood at the top of the stairs. Obviously, he had been there at her private showing before her auction. Penn wondered which questions he had asked. Penn wondered if he had been the one who asked permission to pinch her left nipple. She remembered how good it had felt when the man rolled it between his fingers…

And then, suddenly he was standing there in front of her. He looked her up and down.

“Come with me. First, you’ll have your exam. I’ll supervise.”

He led her down a hallway and into a doorway marked “Exam Room 1.” Penn stood reserved, in the doorway. The room was relatively bare. It had white walls, cupboards on one wall and an exam table in the center of the room.

He looked at her with little sympathy. “Take off your robe and get on the table,” he said firmly. Penn could barely move she was so nervous. Slowly, she slid off her robe and hung it on the hook by the door. She approached the table and stepped up to the end. Before she could climb up, he grabbed her left arm and spun her around. He put his lips to her ear and whispered “when I tell you to do something, I expect you to comply, quickly and appropriately. Understand.”

Penn nodded.

“Good. Now get on the table. The doctor will be in soon.”

And with that, the doctor came in the room, shutting the door behind her. Penn was surprised to see that it was the red-haired woman from the showers. The doctor skimmed Penn’s chart as she rolled her chair to the table. Penn scooted back from the doctor, nervous by the proximity of the beautiful woman.

“Greta, I think I only want a basic today,” he said. She nodded in response as she pulled the stirrups out from the table.

“Lay back and put your heels up,” she instructed. Penn complied.

“Now scoot down.”

“More,” the doctor demanded, growing impatient. “There you go honey,” she said when Penn’s pelvis was hanging off the table, her vulva and anus fully exposed.

“Penn, I don’t want you to move through this procedure. If you do, I’ll be punishing you” he said. “Do you understand?”

A tear slid from Penn’s eye as she nodded.

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ENF Dot Com – A Wandaverse Spinoff Ch. 01

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This is a spinoff from my Wanda series. These are the villains from the Wanda series building an adult entertainment empire based on my previous themes of forced public nudity, groping, and big breasts.

***

Dillon and his sister Britney had developed a new business strategy. The inspiration had come from Dillon running into a couple of teachers from their high school days. They had come into the club where Dillon was working as a bouncer. It was a good job for Dillon. His special situation actually made him into the perfect strip club bouncer. After the second surgery, he had from severe trauma to the testicles his testosterone production had been seriously altered and he had to take synthetic hormones to make up for not producing any naturally anymore. The result of the hormones on his already large frame was very dramatic. He gained a massive amount of muscle. On his six foot four frame he cut a very intimidating figure. He was big and scary enough that not even the local pro football players wanted to start trouble with the head bouncer at The G-Spot. The flipside of the hormone replacement therapy he is on is that in order to get an erection he has to shoot shark testosterone in his scrotum. Because he can’t get it up without help he is able to keep from being distracted by the ladies of the gym.

Principal Lolis had become somewhat of a regular at The G-Spot, while his sikiş izle divorce was being finalized. He figured he would rather the strippers got the money than his soon to be ex-wife. He knew he was going to be wiped out in the divorce. The fact his wife’s lawyer had turned over the giant box homemade photo collections of a black teenage former student at his school with her bare breasts out was enough to ensure his wife would get the house. He may have been able to convince the lady judge that he had confiscated it from a group of students selling them at school if not for Miz Flemming the former girls PE coach writing a certified letter to the court stating that Lolis had charged money for a public viewing of a photo of the same black student. Mr. Lolis later found out Miz Flemming had shacked up with his ex-wife in his old house.

It wasn’t until Mr. Sharks and Mr. Holms started joining Mr. Lolis at the strip club that Dillon had interacted with Mr. Lolis. Mr. Sharks being the cheap and sleazy guy that he was, always wanted the group lapdance so he could split the cost with his fellow educators. Mr. Sharks couldn’t keep his hands off the dancers and gave one of the girls a rude nipple tweak. She may have let it go if not for Mr. Sharks tune in Tokyo twist he painfully gave the stripper. She angrily called for Dillon who crashed through the beaded curtain with a wave of body spray. brazzers

Mr. Lolis recognized Dillon when the stripper said his name. Dillon wasn’t interested in a trip down memory lane. He only cared about doing his job.

“You can walk out the door or get flung out but you assholes are going now,” Dillon said menacingly.

The trio had no interest in arguing with their huge former student. Once in the parking lot Mr. Lolis piped up.

“You don’t have any more copies of that flipbook I caught you selling in the parking lot do you? I sure do miss that black girls rack.” Mr. Lolis

“Don’t remind me. You stole my giant size poster of those big black tits.” Mr. Sharks said still bitter about his loss.

“If you fuckers had ever bothered to ask I would have shown you the slides I have of that slut getting her nipples all licked up and stretched out.” Mr. Holms laughed

“You have what?” Mr. Lolis asked excited.

“I have slides of her getting her giant knockers felt up and licked down on the beach. Did I forget to mention that when there was that huge fight with the boxer kid? Surprised no one got killed.” Mr. Holms said with mock innocence

“No, you forgot to mention that.” Mr. Lolis said

“He was probably worried you’d confiscate it the way you did my titty poster then charge him money to see his own slides again.” Mr. Sharks fake taxi porno said getting worked up about a grudge from several years ago.

“Speaking of paying money there was a rumor of a videotape of those titties flying around all over the beach. I’d pay serious money to see those puppies jiggle around again. She had those things bouncing all over the place that day I got locked out of my classroom. I damn near busted a hole in the wall with my dick looking in through the window when that red-headed girl had her shirt up halfway up those big old jugs.” Mr. Holms said delighted at the memory.

“The videotape was destroyed,” Dillon said regretfully. It was a very painful memory.

“But if you want pictures, the boys from our class must have taken hundreds of shots of that bitches tits flopping around on the beach,” Dillon said

“Hundreds!?!” The trio asked in unison

“Yeah maybe thousands,” Dillon said with a grin as he launched into a retelling of his favorite memory. The three teachers listened intently as he retold the story in pornographic detail. A trio of boners in there pants ready to explode as he described the feel of his victim’s firm nipples at his fingers merciless grasp.

“…and she uses coco butter so those juicy nipples actually taste like chocolate.” Dillon finished his story.

“Wow someone should post those pics online. I’d love to see that especially knowing the story. I would love a porn site dedicated to girls getting their clothes ripped off in public like that.” Mr. Sharks said.

“Yeah” everyone agreed but Dillon got an idea. To become filthy rich.

To be continued.

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I Think My Mom wants to Fuck Me

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I think my mom wants to fuck me, but I can’t be sure. I mean, there is no way that can be happening, right? I must be pretty desperate to think something like that is even possible. It has been a while since I had a girlfriend. But lately, well, there are a couple of incidences that I just can’t stop thinking about.

I starting living with my mother again after my father passed. It was sudden, but not unexpected. He had been in intensive care for some time. He was the best father I could have asked for, and I feel that I never had enough time with him. I was always spending so much time trying to earn enough money to live on my own that I didn’t realize I was missing out on valuable time with my family. After I lost him, I realized how little time I might really have with my mother. You never know what will happen.

So I quit that terrible job, found something a bit more relaxed, and my mother was ecstatic when I asked her if she wanted some company. A lot of mothers would have wanted time to themselves, but she has always been very social, and I can’t imagine her ever living alone.

She was still active and vibrant, more so even than I remembered from childhood. She was athletic and somewhat tomboyish in nature, always very active and trying to do something. I had never met another woman like her. Her golden brown hair was bright and bouncy, and her eyes almost glowed amber, like honey. She wore a pink sweater and long brown skirt. There was a tan line where her ring ought to be. I wasn’t surprised, my father had been saying for a long time that she was not the kind of woman to do well alone, and he didn’t want her to waste any time if anything happened to him. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her being on the prowl again

“I get up at eight for my yoga tapes,” she said, “Do you want to join me? It always so hard to wake up so early unless I have a partner, and Jamie is out of town this week!” She seemed desperate. “Anyway, you can sleep in if you want to. I don’t want to be a bother. I can even get you breakfast in bed, like the good old days!” She seemed very happy about that. I had been worried that she would feel awkward about this. I didn’t want to interfere with her life.

“I mean, if you really want, I could use a good excuse to get up too.” I nodded. “I can work anywhere really, so long as I meet my deadlines. I can head on out to some cafe for most of the day if you have plans. Thank you so much for letting me stay again! Rent isn’t getting any cheaper around here!”

She seemed upset, but in a playfully way, “Stop thanking me! You’re acting like I’m sacrificing some big thing!” She smiled, “And please, if I’m not distracting you, I’d love it if you stayed in the house. It gets so lonely…” She stared into her coffee, then shook her head, “Unless of course, you want me to distract you?” She joked and winked, sticking her tongue out. “If you ever need to relieve from stress from work, I mean.”

“Haha!” I laughed because I didn’t know what to say. It was my first hint that something strange was happening. But then again, she did enjoy teasing me. I tried to turn off that part of my brain. I refused to believe my mother was capable of flirting with her son like that. It must have been some joke I didn’t get. “I guess we could do some gardening or something? Do you still do that?” I guessed that was what she was talking about. It was something we had bonded over in the past.

She gasped and clapped her hands together, “Right! It’s been forever since I tidied up your plot! It’s all covered in weeds now! We can fix it right back up!” She seemed very enthusiastic. “I can’t believe I had forgotten, last time I saw you plant something, you were just a little boy. Well, little-er. You’ll always be my little boy.” She smiled again.

“I am a man now, you know that, right mom?” I teased her.

“Oh, yes, I know that very well.” She took a sharp intake of air, “Mommy’s big man, all grown up.” She winked again as she sipped her coffee. “Maybe you’ll be dolling out the spankings from now on, hmm?”

“I guess what I’m saying is,” I got back to topic, trying to ignore the playful wriggle she made in her seat when she said that, “It would be great if we could do more things together.”

She thought about it, “So, you are saying you want to,” She made a face, as if the coffee were more tasty than usual, “Plant something?” She raised an eyebrow, resting her face on her hands. “In my garden? With me? Like what?” She gave another playful wiggle. “Honestly, it’s a bit unruly down there, I haven’t been keeping it up like I should lately.”

“Well, whatever you are in the mood for I guess?”

“Well, I certainly am in the mood. I have been for a while,” She mused, “I think I want something big. And hard.” She enunciated. “Let’s plant it deep.”

“Like a tree or something? Sure. I think there is a great place on the other side of the magnolia in the backyard.”

“In my backyard?” She asked, a little surprised. She seemed contemplative for a few moments before explaining, “I could do that if you wanted. I mean, it’s really minyon porno dirty back there, and I’ll need some time to clean it up first. And it’s been a long time since I planted anything back there, but I think I could get used to it again, for you.” she seemed insecure about it. “It might be a tight fit, but I guess that’s the appeal. It was something for special occasions when your father was around. We should probably practice with some small stuff first, just so I can get used to it again.”

“It sounds like a lot of work.” I admitted. “But if it makes you happy, sure thing. I trust you know what you are doing. Personally, I’m not that interested in carrots or tomatoes or anything. I’m too impatient.”

She smiled and shrugged “If you wanted to jump into the fun stuff, we can! We just need to be careful. We don’t want to damage anything.” Mom was always an environmentalist. I didn’t realize she knew so much about soil nutrients. “Actually, the more I talk about it, the more interested I get!” She seemed sold on the idea now, “It’s new and different. I’d love to do that with you. I’ll get to work getting it all clean and loosened up back there for you! Or, perhaps, you can help me if you gently plow it? I have some toys, er, tools that might be just right for the job.”

I agreed, “I guess anything we plant is fine, and anywhere for that matter. You know. I just want to be around you is all.”

“If that’s the case, is the front yard fair game too?” She looked relieved. “Thank goodness! I personally prefer it there myself. It is more dangerous of course. If something fruits from that, then, well,” She seemed bashful, “What would the neighbors would think?”

“Oh, yea, we did have a plot there too didn’t we?” I nodded, “Screw the neighbors though, when did we care about what they thought? It’s not like there are any rules in the neighborhood association about that.”

“My thoughts exactly.” She smiled as if they were on the same page. “Speaking of fruits, what do you think of mine?”

“Oh, the pears out front?”

“Pears?” She looked down, then up, and huffed, “Grapefruits at least!”

“We grew grapefruits?”

“Well, I did.” She teased, leaning deep and bending over the table.

“Oh. I didn’t realize we lived in the right climate for that. But yea, we could try that if you have it.”

“What about my hips?”

“Sorry? Oh! Rose hips! Oh, yes, I remember we made tea from that one year. Ripe, full, strong, and sweet. I think those hips are great! I’m glad you still have them!” She smiled and bounced in her seat again. “Is that bush still alive?”

She grimaced. “I’m not that old you know.” She mumbled. “Not yet.”

“Sorry?”

“Nothing.” She chuckled, “Speaking of bushes, do you,” She made circles with her finger on the table, “Want me to mow the lawn first?” She asked. “Before you start plowing through everything and start sowing seeds I mean?”

“Oh, I could mow it for you if you want.” I offered. “The front, up the sides, the back too. If you want I can do it every week.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and she leaned back, shaking her head with embarrassment, “No! No! It’s fine, a woman has to be able to do that kind of thing herself! I couldn’t let my son do that! It would be too embarrassing!”

“I insist! It’s the least I can do!” I said. “Besides, you always miss so many spots!”

She had a face that couldn’t argue with his statement. “So what If I miss a spot or two?” she grumbled changed the subject, “So, you like it short?” She asked, “Trimmed? Neat? Tidy? All over?” she sipped as she thought.

“Honestly, if I had my way, I’d pull it all out.” my mother spit out some coffee. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” She cleared her throat, “Just, uh,” She smiled and coughed slightly with a napkin at her mouth, “Your father was the same way. Very hard to please!”

“Ah.” I nodded, remembering him again. “Anything else you were interested in?”

She seemed full of ideas, “What about lunch?”

“Oh, I’m easy.”

“Not as easy as I’d hoped.” She rolled her eyes, “But I was thinking something creamy and salty.” She said, fantasizing.

“Like, mashed potatoes? Do you want me to help with that?”

“Oh that would be wonderful!” She giggled, “You can peel everything off, make it all hot, wet, and soft, cover it in oil and pound it till it can’t stand up. Then fill it till it’s overflowing with sour cream, and sprinkle with something salty.” She quivered.

“Cool. I can handle lunch then. Anything else you are in the mood for?”

“Well,” She thought about it, “What about dinner?

“I was thinking of eating out.” I said. “Lot’s of good restaurants re-opening around here, and I think this is a special occasion. Maybe that steak place?”

“You? Me? Eating out?” She asked. She wormed in her seat in thought, considering the proposal, “I hadn’t considered that. The last time your father and I tried eating out he said the meat was sour. I wouldn’t force you to go through that, but if you were really in the mood,” She continued olgun porno with a wry smile, “I could let you sink your tongue and teeth into something hot and juicy! I can arrange it at home. I have something marinating right now! It isn’t the most fresh I admit, but I promise I’m very experienced, and I can keep it moist and taste wonderful with the right preparation. You do like it pink in the middle right? Tight and soft all at once,” she mused. She must really like steak. “You could help tenderize it a bit first too, make sure it’s nice and pliable.”

“Well, if you are going to do all of that, need any help with side dishes? Or an appetizer?”

“Oh you don’t have to worry!” She shook her head, “There are a lot of options there.” She licked her lips, “For an appetizer, was thinking something spicy. I have some thick, saucy legs I can stir up that could use some attention. You could suck on those for a while.” She then asked, “For the future, do you like them more lean, or fatty? Just curious. Different men have different tastes.”

“Actually, spicy stuff gives me indigestion.” I admitted, “Though, I guess, for the future, lean is healthier I guess?”

“True. In that case,” She seemed disappointed but sympathetic, rubbing her thighs, “I have some nice, warm, soft buns you can try.”

“Oh. The round kind?”

“Oh, very. I’ve been working hard on them. Made them myself!” She waived her hand at her face. The coffee must have been heating her up, “I know it’s not the most healthy option, but I can put some soft butter in between them. Once it’s oiled, hot, and delicious, do you think you’d like to try putting your tongue inside that?”

“Actually, I’m trying to avoid gluten.”

“Avoiding Glutes?” She seemed startled, “Er, oh, right, gluten. That makes sense.” She laughed sheepishly. She seemed very red faced. “Then maybe we can start with you sucking around my ears-”

“Huh?”

“Corn.”

“Oh.”

“Once you lick them clean.” She hummed and took another sip of coffee. “Then you can nibble around my head-“

“Cabbage?”

“Exactly! A salad! And I’ll drizzle everything with a little bit of oil,” She seemed very enthused at that.

“What about dressing?”

“I have something I’ve been saving for a special occasion actually. It’s so light you can hardly tell it’s there, but it really improves the presentation.” She shrugged, “But if that isn’t your thing, I can keep it au natural. Just oil is fun too. Lot’s of oil. Especially if we’re still planning on doing something in my backyard tomorrow. In fact, I would insist.”

“I thought you were on a diet?”

“I know, I know!” She seethed, “I’ve been holding back for a while now! And I know I really shouldn’t indulge this much, but I can’t help it with you around!” She giggled, “I know it’s naughty but,” She admitted, “I’ve been fantasizing about sharing a big cream pie with you for weeks. I know a really good recipe, and we could make it together!” her face was blushed and her smile was quivering, “When your father and I made them, he never made enough cream for me to tell the truth. It was enough for most people, just a little on the inside. It was nice, but If I had it my way, it would be all over! Filled to the brim and dripping! I want to be covered in cream!” shuddered in delight at the thought. Then she shrugged, “But he was getting on in years, and it wasn’t good for him to go all out like that.”

“You seem to have this all planned out, but it sounds like a lot of work. You don’t have to cook you know.” I shook my head. “If it’s too much trouble, you can let me handle it! I mean, I get it, it’s your house, your rules, but I feel like I owe you, and I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Oh, I can let you take control if you want! It’s less work for me honestly. Your father and I experimented both ways with who was in control.” She said knowingly, “I can teach you what I know. We would have to make sure we’re being safe. Though, my preference is not using gloves or rubber or any of that. I want to be able to feel everything! And just so you know, I’m not afraid of happy little accidents.” she winked, “Oh! I can show you all my tools! There are some that I have never gotten to use yet, I bought them special just for you, but I’m very exited to try out! Now, If I got all tied up you would have to do all the work of course. But if you want you could also could rope me into service. Just make sure you keep me on a short leash, and don’t be afraid to be rough with me.” She lifted her eyebrows hopefully, “As I said, I’m used to it both ways. But if you were asking for my preference,” she was blushing, “It’s embarrassing for a mother to say, but I would definitely prefer that you take control! No pressure of course. You can just slap things together if you have to. but I’d love to see what you whip up.”

“Cool. What are you in the mood for?” I took a mental note of what groceries we might need.

“What do you want me to eat? If you are looking for suggestions, I was always a big fan of sausage. I think yours would be şahin k porno similar to your fathers. Though, anything would be better than the fake kind, I’ve had too much of that recently. I want it real and thick. It’s been a while since I had that.” She looked hungry, “And don’t forget the sour cream! You know I like that dripping down everything, and I mean everything!” She seemed very exited to get started.

“That seems a bit unhealthy.”

“You’re young, you can take it.”

“Right,” I shrugged. “Should I grab your head and ears at the same time too? I think I can handle the side dishes. If you are fine with eating all that at once?”

“Oh? You’re that enthusiastic?” She seemed enamored by the proposal, “I’m not sure If I could swallow all that down at once, but I’m willing to try! When your father did that he would sometimes make me gag, but with enough practice I think I could enjoy it!” She seemed a bit nervous, “Seems like a bit much for one night though.”

“How about a compromise?” I shrugged, “I don’t want you to do all the work. We can both work on side dishes together, taking turns on who grabs what. After that I’ll feed you the main course. Then, I’ll rope you into making that cream pie? I can help whip things up if you need help.”

“That sounds wonderful! Best of both worlds!” She swept her mouth to dry it after she realized she was drooling.

“Do you have a plan for that pie, or are you going in blind?” I asked.

“Oh! Good idea! I’ll try blind! I haven’t done it before, but I do love experimenting!” She could hardly contain herself, “I’ll be chomping at the bit too. You’ll have put all your strength into whipping it.” She chirped and shivered. Then, finally, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “But, um,” She wondered aloud, “Do you think you can really handle my cream pie, after we have our way on your sausage? It’s a lot of work and I don’t want to pressure you. When it comes to meals, your father was a ‘One and done’ kind of man. This is a full plate we are talking about. We can pace ourselves. If we plan for too much, we can save some for tomorrow, or even the next day! No need to rush, we can go slow.”

“You know my appetite.” I shrugged, “There’s always room for more. In the meantime I could even munch on your grapefruits, that you apparently have.”

“Oh ho!” She grinned and looked to me expectantly, “I’ll hold you to that!” She seemed breathless.

“Do you need my help peeling or squeezing them or anything?”

“You can help me peel off and squeeze whatever you want, whenever you want.” She hummed before saying quickly after, “But again, it’s fine, by the way, if it turns out you can’t do all of this in one go.” She was understanding,

“Well, on the subject of food,” I snapped my fingers, remembering, “What about Breakfast? Do we have any eggs?”

She rolled her eyes and took another sip of coffee after she mumbled, in a mocking tone, “‘Do we have any eggs’ he says.” Still under her breath she continued as she put the cup down, “You sound just like my mother.” She growled, “I told you I’m not that old!” She added, a bit more self conscious, “Not that I need that to date again,” She made circles again on the table, “But it would be great if I could grow something, maybe one last time?”

“Uh, sorry?” I wasn’t sure how I offended her. “If there is something wrong-“

“Nothing wrong with my eggs!” She said quickly. “I’ll show you tomorrow young man! My garden is still fertile, and we can grow whatever we damn well please! My neighbors and my mother be damned!”

“Sure thing mom!” She nodded like a woman on a mission. I cleared my throat, “So it’s settled.” I made the plan, “Tomorrow, we’ll do yoga, mow the lawn, and do some planting, I’ll handle lunch and cook dinner, and you handle dessert? I’ll get my work done between all that.”

She seemed very exited. “Seems like a whole lot for one day,” she started, “Front, back, top, bottom. Are you sure you can get to all that for me?”

I laughed, “We’ll start slow, and we will see what we are comfortable with. How about that?”

“Sounds like a plan.” She mused, “Let’s just make sure we don’t wait too long for that cream pie? The clock is ticking after all.”

She seemed a lot more blushed after this discussion, but very happy about it. The coffee must have been very hot, and very good.

I felt a bit like a kid again. By the time I woke up there was already a plate beside my bed. Eggs, bacon, toast, and a sliced grapefruit. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to work so hard, but part of me knew that she was enjoying every minute of it.

“Good morning~” I heard outside the door with a knock. I quickly hid my lower half, only dressed in boxers, with a blanket as she entered. “I forgot to bring your milk!” She said as she entered. She put the glass against her chest and wriggled as she said it.

I had forgotten how casual she was in her own house. It had gotten worse, I suspect, with her living alone now. She had always been the type to prance around with little modesty. But it must have been laundry day or something, because this seemed extreme even for her. She was wearing a small white tank top that stopped above her navel and a white, lacy pair of panties that hung on her hips. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything else under that top.

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“I can’t believe the queen still bothers coming here. If I were him, I’d just stay home, milk this whole situation as much as possible.”

I put my face in my hands as I leaned on the lunch table. Arthur could be a real shit. Then again, when you’re the quarterback you tend to get away with a little more than most people. It’s not like anyone at the table thought any different though. Part of me really wanted to ask if he would feel the same if his dad had been shot. Mr. Kirk had always been a prick to Arthur. It was a well-known fact around the football team. The older man had sometimes sat just down the road from the school to catch teenagers speeding home like someone had lit after them with a gun when in reality they just wanted to see how fast their piece of shit, chunks of metal on wheels, could go. Some way, somehow, Mr. Kirk had managed to pull Arthur Campbell over more than most. Maybe Arthur speeds too much. Maybe Mr. Kirk didn’t appreciate how Arthur treated his son. Most likely, it was a little of column A, little of column B. Either way, Arthur hadn’t gotten a ticket since Mr. Kirk’s passing.

I got up from the table without finishing my food. Hadn’t touched it really. Some voices called after me. I just pretended I didn’t hear them. Someone would either grab my tray and put it up or the cafeteria staff would. Wouldn’t hurt to leave it just once. It’s not like I do that all the time. Normally, if a student just walked out the cafeteria there’d be hell to pay if a faculty member noticed. Students were only allowed to leave if they told someone where they were going and it was approved. Lucky me, the only teachers at the faculty table were Mr. Howard and Mrs. Hynoski, both of whom could stand to give a shit. Mr. Howard taught music. He once told a student to play with himself if he didn’t want to play the triangle, though he denied it to the administration. Mrs. Hynoski was famous for giving assignments in geography, then taking a nap at her desk. The only reason they were still around was tenure. Schools don’t fire people four years away from retirement unless absolutely necessary. Nothing like a lawsuit to make one cautious.

The second I opened the library doors, Mrs. Turner looked up from the computer behind her desk to glare at me.

“Mr. Doyle, to what do we owe the honor? Perhaps a fire in the gym?”

“No ma’am. Just figured I’d read to kill some time.”

She eyed me curiously. A nod then, “Very well. First disruption from you and I’ll send you to the principal’s office, understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Mrs. Turner was always lenient if you were honest and didn’t push her buttons.

A table in the back corner of the long room was free. I grabbed a picture encyclopedia on cats as I passed by a shelf I knew fairly well. All the others had long words without pictures. This was the only shelf with long words AND pictures, so it worked for me. Last time I was here I looked at dogs. Cats seemed a fair change up.

The window was cold against my shoulder. I reclined in my seat with my ankle over my knee, the book propped up on my thigh. I didn’t even bother reading species names as I turned, unlike with dogs. I can’t tell one cat from another unless is something obvious like a Siamese or the bald one. Voices started to reach my ears from the table to my left. I glanced over.

Richey sat next to some junior, books spread out in front of them. Currently, they sat back in their chairs, laughing like old friends. Richey looked happy. I’m not sure I’d ever seen him smile unless it was in a school photo. Chess club photos aside, this looked different. The smile actually reached his eyes for a change. That expression always seemed like bullshit. The difference was evident here. The thought trampled across my mind though, wondering if they were lovers. The junior didn’t look fruity or anything. In fact, I recognized him from the basketball squad. Larsen, I think his name was.

This interested me. Yes, a senior has more pull than a junior usually, but Richey ain’t the normal senior and Larsen or whoever the fuck was a jock. The phrase, “Never the escort bayan twain shall meet,” comes to mind. Richey held up a flash card in Larsen’s face. Larsen’s face contorted in thought before I heard him say, “The War of 1812.”

“Correct, way to go.” Said Richey.

“Yes!” Larsen threw his hands up in an exaggerated manner.

“Mr. Nichols!” Came from the front. Suppose Larsen was really Nichols.

“Sorry Mrs. Turner!” he called back.

“Calm down Lars.” Richey said through giggles. Guess I was right. What kind of first name is Larsen? “It’s just one question. You do that in class and people are going to cross the street to get away from you.”

“Sorry Richey, it’s just this is the first time this kind of stuff has ever stuck.”

“I didn’t do anything special, you’re just paying attention for a change. That, and I’m sure Ms. Barton has probably lit a fire under your ass.”

Larsen ducked his head, blushing a little. “I had a D the first six weeks. She and coach both are liable to kill me if it happens again.”

The bell rung, breaking up their tutoring session and my people watching. I looked down to say goodbye to the cats. A strange pattern in the fur of a tabby caught my eye just before I closed it.

“I never took you for a kitten kind of guy.”

I closed my book, setting it down on the table with a thud as I stood up.

“What’s sexier than a man with a kitten?”

He chuckled, “Quite.” His eyes ran up and down my frame. I stared a whole through the back of his head as he walked away, somewhat shocked. I’d never been flirted with by a guy before. But that wasn’t flirting, was it? No. Couldn’t be. He was just pulling my chain. Ok, that was a bad analogy. Still, all guys fuck around like that, it’s nothing to get hung up on. He just-

“Mr. Doyle, another two minutes and you’ll be late to whoever is unfortunate enough to have what’s left of your attention next.”

“Thanks Mrs. Turner!” I started a light jog.

“The book goes on the shelf Mr. Doyle.” I hadn’t made it two steps.

“Yes ma’am!” I spun around to retrieve the book, placing it on the shelf as I ran by it.

“Try to stay out of trouble Mr. Doyle.”

I don’t know why she doesn’t like me. I swear.

I half ran, half walked, down the hall to get to Mr. Sumner’s U.S. History class. If I ran, some faculty member was sure to write me up for it, yet if I was late so I would’ve gotten sent up for that too. That’s what we call a catch twenty two. Because of this, I look like I’m trying to run with a rock in my boot. Or maybe a bullet hole. Shit Ethan, not now. Now is not a good time.

There was only one seat open when I arrived. Next to Richey friggin Kirk. If there was ever a person mixed with a time with whom I didn’t want to have a break down in front of, it was him mixed with now shaken up like the worlds shittiest martini. Sweat started to break out of my forehead, my hands were clammy. I remembered all the breathing techniques I’d learned in weightlifting to knock my heart rate down during the cool down exercises. They didn’t work. Not this time. I hadn’t been in the class for more than five minutes. If I asked to go to the bathroom, Mr. Sumner would’ve just told me I should’ve gone before class started.

Everyone knows that feeling when they know they’re being watched. I could feel it, coming from the left. A quick glance showed Richey looking at me quite peculiarly. He looked like he wanted to ask a question. Fuck it.

“Mr. Sumner, I’ll be back.” I said as I stood up.

“And just where are you going?” He stood with his hand on his hip, the other holding the chalk against the board.

“Sick.” Was all I said as I walked by. He must’ve bought it as he didn’t try to stop me.

I ran the fifty or so feet from Sumner’s room to the nearest restroom. Now that I was in here, I genuinely felt like I was going to actually be sick. My stomach tightened around my half eaten lunch, my hands gripped tight on the sink. “Breath, just breathe. It’s not that fucking hard Doyle…” I mumbled to myself. The sink came on with the bayan escort same squeal as it had weeks ago when Richey had been in my position. Cold water washed over my face as I splashed it over my face every time my hands filled up.

Bit by bit, my heart slowed itself back to something resembling normal. The mirror almost seemed to mock me with what it showed. My hazel eyes were rimmed with nothing but red with the white barely showing. The fauxhawk was no more, the gel sweated out of it, nothing more than a darker brown with the sweat hanging limply on my head. The light blue of my t-shirt was a lot darker all over. I pulled it off, feeling the weight of it. Soaked. God, I just wanted to go home.

Figuring I had enough evidence to get the nurse to send me home, I walked to the nurse’s office. Mrs. Hale took one look at me before jumping out her chair to run around her desk and lead me over to the government issue cot in the corner. She called my mother to tell her I was sick, unfit to stay at school. She asked if I was okay to drive, which I obviously answered yes, before relaying that to my mother.

“You just sit tight young man. I’ll have someone collect your books. Do you need anything from your locker? Never mind, I just have whoever they send go with you.”

She didn’t even give me a chance to speak as she walked out the door. My shirt sat in my lap, while I sat in nothing more than my tank top from the waist up. A bit of warm air blew across me from a vent somewhere in the room. Looking for it amused me for a minute. The door opening brought me out of my search.

Mrs. Hale dragged Richey by the shoulder.

“Well Ethan, Richey has been nice enough to help you gather your stuff up and get you out of here.” Mrs. Hale is one of the people too cheery for her own good. She pulled me up from my cot even though I was already in the process of standing up. Lord knows if I started to go, she wasn’t going to be able to catch me. “You go have a nice rest young man, lots of fluids.”

Richey lead me out the door, Mrs. Hale closed it behind us. She got paid to take temperatures and call home, that’s it.

“She’s a little high strung.” He said.

“It’s not polite to state the obvious.”

He chuckled quietly. I noticed him glance at me from time to time. I guess I was a sight. Not many can get away with walking down the hall with nothing but a tank top. The books I had with me in Sumner’s class were tucked under his arm. When we got to my locker, I reached out for them after it opened. Our fingers touched slightly. He jerked back, the books going straight to the floor.

“Sorry!”

“I’ll get them.” I said, kneeling down. I grabbed each book with my left hand, using the right to place them in the bottom of the locker. Richey’s crotch was in the corner of my vision. I checked his package like I do any other guy. My eyes stuttered, if that’s even possible, at the sight of a semi clearly growing in the front of Richey’s tight, not quite skinny, jeans. Immedieatly, my head turned towards my locker. I pretended for a few seconds to look for something, shuffling a few papers around. When I stood up, Richey was trying to look anywhere but my direction. Whether he’d seen me see… well HIM was unclear. I packed my backpack quietly. The scene was so awkward I almost expected him to ask about the weather.

My backpack shouldered, I placed a hand on his shoulder. It just struck me that he’s taller than me. Being short is a real pisser.

“Thanks for collecting my shit Richey.”

He looked surprised slightly. “It’s not like any of your friends were jumping up to help.”

“They’re not really friends as much as assholes on the same team as me. To be honest I feel like the black sheep most days.” Why am I telling him this?

“Welcome to my world muscle boy.” He smirked.

“Muscle boy?” I was a little indignant.

He slowly stuck a hand out to poke-push me in my left pec, just left of the tank top strap.

“I’m more than just a pretty face you know.”

“You’re assuming your pretty.”

“Hey, I’ve got brains escort too. I don’t even need half these looks.”

“You’re still assuming.” He still had that dumb smirk on his face, his eyes were half closed. There was no reason to be sleepy.

“You act like I’m an asshole, know nothing jock.”

“Lay down with dogs, you’ll come up with flees.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I stood up straighter, a little angrier than before.

“Calm down super boy. You just said they’re not really your friends. You should be able to admit they’re a bunch of assholes. In fact… you’re the first football player to talk to me in something other than insults.” He seemed to be thinking about what he’d just said.

“Well-“

“Listen Eeth,” He said it like someone had started to say teeth but left the ‘t’ off. “If you’re having mercy on the fag out of pity for his dead dad than save it. I don’t need it.”

“What!?” I couldn’t believe he would think that. “Listen here. Now you’re being an asshole.”

He started to interrupt.

“Quiet. You’ve accused me of some serious shit here. You tell me one time I ever picked on you and I’ll gladly own up to it. Come on! Give me one, just one.”

He stared impassively back.

“That’s right, you cant. Wanna know why? I’ve never joined in on that shit, that’s why.”

His face was inches away from mine, separated more by height than the distance between our feet. My finger poked him a couple times in his chest, same as he’d done to me, throughout my tirade.

The stare down continued for a moment longer.

“I apologize your highness. It does strike me funny though that someone as selfless as you claim to be would just stand back and do nothing while your supposed friends do their best to shit on every moment of semi happiness which passes me by.”

I stomped my foot down, doing my best to throw smoke in the air on my way to the parking lot. He let out a sigh.

“Ethan, wait-“

“Save it.”

God damn him all to hell. I didn’t even do anything. According to him that’s my biggest problem. Fuck him. What does he know? A hand grabbed my shoulder, turning, pushing me up against the lockers.

“I’m trying to say sorry jackass.”

“Who said I wanted to hear it?”

He looked to the side, his hand remained. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. When his head turned, his eyes sought out mine.

“Look… I saw you in class. Are you okay?”

“What are you talking about? I’m under the weather a bit, that’s all.”

“You ain’t at t’all convincing. That was a panic attack if I ever saw one.”

“And just what qualifies you Dr. Kirk?”

“I get them from time to time.” He said quietly

“I’m fine Kirk.” He stared at me still. “I promise.”

His hand fell to his side. He shook his head as he turned back towards the classroom we’d long since forgotten.

“Take care Doyle. Get well soon and all the other generic shit…”

I chuckled at that.

“Thanks Kirk.” Once last look over his shoulder and he didn’t look back again, least not in the time it took for me to turn the opposite way.

When I got home, my body felt sore all over. No, weak is a better word. Sort of like when I hadn’t eaten enough. I thought about a sandwich, decided against it. Wasn’t really hungry. My head hurt. I popped three fifteen hundred milligram knock off Tylenols, then left a note for my mom. Told her I was resting and to let me sleep. She didn’t get home till late anyway. It was tax season. I could do what I wanted till then.

I watched TV until eight. It’d been a while since I’d last had a long soak in the tub, so I did that next. The water was too hot when I got in. To hell with it. I sucked it up, figuring it would cool down soon. Steam. Lots of steam, rising, drifting, carrying away all my troubles for the moment. Here I could relax. Put out everything I don’t need. I stayed for an hour. When my skin looked like a raisin and the water was lukewarm at best.

I stood in my room facing the bed. No matter how I tried, the only way I’d gotten more than a couple hours sleep was with the help of Mr. Nyquil. On the plus side, I’d never breathed better. Tonight was no different. Two big swallows while I was in the kitchen. It tasted like the nuclear waste it was colored after. Still, it did the trick. Nothing else mattered.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

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“I could get that one over there.” he said to his amused companion.

“Who, that young one over by the door? I don’t think so. He’s too green and innocent and, besides, he’s only had eyes for the young ladies all night.”

“Well you know I love a challenge. I’ll bet you that I can be sucking that delicious cock and more before the night is through.”

“You’re on, you old lech. I love to watch you in action. And, as you know, I will be there to watch.”

I was standing on the other side of the room feeling awkward and self-conscious, unaware that I had become a focus of interest to these two older men. I had noticed them earlier; the one who was preparing to lure me into his warm exploring hands seemed a nice looking slightly overweight gentleman. I had not paid any more attention to him as I stood somewhat on the sidelines of this social gathering organized by my English teacher at his large Victorian house. This was his big annual spring ‘soiree’ and I had been among a few of his more favourite students invited to mix and mingle with his friends and acquaintances in the literary world.

So here I was standing shyly in the room while people moved around me. Occasionally I would join into conversation being polite as I was taught and hoping desperately that my nervousness wasn’t showing. Adding to my tension tonight was my teenaged randiness. The room was filled with gorgeous women and my hormones were setting my virgin cock on fire.

At this point in my life my right hand had been my only sexual partner. I know that some girls found me attractive; I am about 5′ 11″, still growing, dark and slim with, as I’ve been told, big innocent hazel eyes. I would sit in class with my eight inch raging boner sneaking looks at gorgeous thighs and luscious breasts but I hadn’t yet overcome my shyness to actually act on my desires. I fantasized and relieved my eager young lust alone in my room with my faithful hand and longed for a hot young cunt into which I could plunge my aching rod.

These were the distracting thoughts going through my head when I felt a soft, passing pressure in my groin as someone excused themselves and passed in front of me. Startled I looked to see it was the older gentleman moving past me, a fashionable cane in his left hand. I realized that it was the knuckles of that hand that must have accidently brushed across my crotch. Accident or not I immediately felt my groin begin to tingle and my penis begin to stir. I flushed, embarrassed by my sudden awakening excitement. I have never thought of myself as attracted to men but it was clear that my cock didn’t have those reservations.

The man glanced briefly into my eyes and then away. I looked down at my shoes waiting for the excitement in my body to settle. In only a moment he was passing again and once more his knuckles pressed gently into my groin, this time lingering a little and with more firmness. The blood rushed to my member and it became semi-hard, pushing uncomfortably against my pants as it tried to straighten. Furtively I looked around as I adjusted my pants allowing my swelling cock room to rise more freely.

No one appeared to have noticed either my furtive adjustment or the roving hand of my stalker, for now I was aware that what was happening was not accidental. My face must have been bright red as I felt the burning heat of my growing excitement and embarrassment. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights, not knowing what to do or where to look. My hands were loosely clasped behind me and I was struggling to act and look nonchalant when once again the hunter moved in on his prey.

This time, still not looking at me, he moved even more slowly in front of me, the knuckle of the hand holding his cane a perfect height, sliding up and down my now lengthened cock as it continued to harden. I was frozen with indecision, feeling shame at my arousal and yet more altyazılı porno excited than I could ever remember. As my cock strained against the front of my pants I moved my hands casually and clasped them in front of me, hoping both to hide my increasingly obvious excitement from those around me and also in the feeble hope that this would discourage my molester.

I stood trembling in this new posture my eyes still fixed on the floor as if by doing so no one could see me or my discomfort. It seemed forever but it was only moments before my prowler moved again, this time passing close behind me, his right hand sliding down along my left buttock and giving it a gentle squeeze as he moved on. At this point I was practically swooning from the arousal. Again I looked around to see if others were aware of my shameful arousal. I saw the older gentleman’s friend look away with an amused expression on his face but no one else was paying any attention to the very public fondling I was receiving. I was relieved to see his friend leave the room and disappear up into the house. Once more I was anonymous.

I was feeling more and more helpless and at the mercy of my bold aggressor and my lust. Again he passed slowly behind me, pausing unnoticed and taking his time as he squeezed and caressed my ass like my body was his for the taking. He leaned in against me whispering in my ear: “Go upstairs, third floor, second door on the right. Wait for me there.” He gave my ass a final squeeze and moved on, not even looking back to see whether I would obey. But obey I did. In a trance of arousal I mounted the stairs, passed other partiers on the second floor and up to the deserted third floor. I went down the hallway entering the second room on the right, a darkened room with a large bed and night table, a closet with the door partially open, and there awaited my fate.

Moments later the door opened and he entered closing and locking it behind him. He walked to the bed taking me in with only sly sideways glanced. “Why don’t I get out of here?” I was asking myself in my head; it was as if I were in a trance. He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned me to him. He turned on the bedside light allowing me to see the arousal in his face and his eyes; they pulled my throbbing cock across the room and the rest of me followed. He murmured his pleasure as his hand reached out and squeezed my penis through the fabric of my pants. His other hand slid up the back of my thigh and cupped my buttock as he pulled me closer.

My eyes closed as I felt him rub his face along the length of my penis pressing his lips against the fabric. Incredibly my cock seemed to continue to grow even harder and longer as involuntarily I took his head in my hands and pressed it more against my aching groin. Feebly I protested: “Please, stop. This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this to me.” He took no heed of my weak protest, it was my body he wanted and my body was clearly on his side. His hands moved swiftly to my belt buckle, undoing my belt and the button of my trousers, slowly sliding the zipper down pressing it against my swollen member as he did.

“No, please.” I moaned, struggling and feeling helpless, betrayed by my young frustrated lust. “This is wrong.” His chuckle came deep in his chest. “Oh no,” he said, “This is very right.”, as he slid my pants down my thighs to my knees, his warm hands moving back up my soft hairless thighs to their pleasure. Once again his left hand slid up the back of my thigh, this time sliding under the edge of my underpants and softly caressing the tender pouch at the bottom of my buttock. Involuntarily my hips pushed forward as his right hand masterfully cupped and squeezed my throbbing cock and again I felt his lips kissing me along the length of my hardness. I moaned as he took his slow pleasure, sliding his right hand now up into my underpants and taking hold of my hot member while his left hand boldly roamed over my bare buttocks caressing and fondling me as he zenci porno pleased.

His warm experienced hands moved this time to pull my panties down over my throbbing cock down to my knees and move back up to their now unrestricted access of my ass and genitals. Gently he pulled and squeezed my cock while cupping and fondling my ass, slowly pressing my hips towards his face. “No! Stop!” I cried, feebly struggling as I felt his warm breath on my groin, his face over my skin as he deeply breathed in my scent, then, ‘Oh My God!’; he was kissing my hardness, giving it little licks as he tantalizingly worked his way to its throbbing head.

He paused briefly; I felt his warm mouth take in the head of my cock and release it, like he was sampling the taste of me. I guess he liked the taste as next his warm wet mouth was sliding all the way down my pole, sucking and sliding up and down, his left hand squeezing my left buttock more firmly and pulling me in while with his right hand he fondled my balls. The moans of my reluctant pleasure mixed with his triumphant groans and he took the length of my cock in deeper and deeper down his opening throat.

Suddenly he stopped and stood up beside me. In a moment he had stripped me of my shirt and pushed me down onto the bed. In another moment the rest of my clothes were in a heap on the floor and he was, still fully clothed, laying half on top of me. He pinned my arms over my head as his right hand roamed over my naked body, caressing and stroking me as he wished. He took hold of my face and pressed his lips onto mine. I struggled and squirmed as he held me down and plunged his hard tongue deep into my mouth.

As he continued to dominate me I struggled and pleaded for him to let me go. He seemed to enjoy my weak protests and told me to relax and have fun as he obviously intended to do. His hand slid down the length of my increasingly submissive body to my aching cock squeezing and pulling it. Soon his hot mouth followed, kissing my neck, sucking on my excited sensitive nipples and continuing down, kissing and licking my belly until once again his lips seized their prey, opening and taking my cock deeply into his warm wet sucking mouth. Automatically my hips thrust up to meet him but this time he didn’t linger. Against my will I cried out in protest as his lips pulled away from my rigid cock and began to kiss all around my groin while he gently pushed me over onto my stomach, allowing his lips and hands to now take possession of my virgin ass.

His hands stroked up my smooth thighs, cupping, caressing and squeezing my firm soft ass cheeks while he kissed and licked and nibbled at my tender young flesh. Soon his hands became more intent in their actions as I felt the sweet cheeks of my ass being parted by his probing fingers, exposing my cherry rosebud to his searching tongue. I gasped as I felt his wet tongue push down between my spread cheeks finding my sweet hole and plunging hotly into me. My God! I thought I was going to come or pass out as he penetrated my unprotected hole.

He continued confidently possessing my body and my will weakening as he ravished me. I had no defences against his experience and insistence and my own virgin lust as he rolled me over and once again took my cock deep into his hot mouth and began to suck me in earnest. My ass lay on his left hand and as he cupped and squeezed my cheeks I felt his middle finger slowly slide deeper and deeper between my honey buns until it was resting against my tender rosebud. As he sucked me in deeper and deeper his finger pressed upon my hole, pushing me open and sliding his finger in up to the second knuckle. Expertly he circled and stretched and pumped my defenseless opening adding another and then another finger until I was being reamed and stretched. He was preparing me, I knew for the violation that was still to come.

Meanwhile I was bucking into his face with increasing intensity: he had taken in my long hard cock all aldatma porno the way down his throat and was pulling rhythmically up and down its length. I began to cry out loud: “Oh, no! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Aaaaahhhh!!!! I cried as my body shuddered and I began to pump my hot fluids down his welcoming hot wet throat. I grabbed his head and jerked involuntarily as I emptied my load and he sucked vigorously, slurping down every last drop of my hot cum.

Spent, the tension left me and I lay open to him as he continued to suck me and lick my balls and my cock clean. As he finished he began to push up my body, placing my knees over his shoulders, his lips tracing their way back up over my belly, to my nipples, my neck and my lips. I tasted myself as his tongue pushed deep into my mouth. He reached down while he had me pinned and unzipped and lowered his pants to his thighs. My knees were being pressed up against my chest and his warm hands were, once again, pulling my ass cheeks apart as I felt his hard member begin to press against his ultimate target. Now he would possess me completely. Again I protested and struggled but I was weak from my orgasm and he had me expertly pinned with his heavier, hairy body. “No! Stop!” I cried “Let me go.”

He laughed and in his deep confident voice said: Oh, I’ll let you go, my lovely, once I’ve had my way with your cute little ass. From now on this little bum-bum belongs to me. I would suggest that if you don’t want this to be too painful, you push down on my cock instead of trying to twist away from me. It doesn’t matter to me because one way or another your little virgin rosebud is going to be mine.” His words made me pause and in that moment he slapped my ass really hard which caused my bum muscles to relax. With a grunt of triumph he pushed his head into my hole and held me while I bucked and twisted and tried to push him out. As he pinned me to the bed all my struggles accomplished was allowing his hard cock to penetrate deeper and deeper until finally I felt his balls sliding on my ass cheeks.

I whimpered with the pain and discomfort although truth be told it wasn’t as painful as I had expected. He held me until I began to calm down then slowly began to pump my ass, in and out, in and out, pulling out further each time then sliding into the hilt. My body began to move with his rhythm and he began fucking my ass in earnest, pumping harder and faster, harder and faster. His hands were on my thighs, pushing them up into my chest allowing him to partially raise his upper body and pound into me with greater abandon. The friction was making my own cock hard again as he grunted and groaned with pleasure, finally filling my bowels with his warm hot sperm. He pumped load after load deep into me until he was spent and collapsed on top of me, releasing my legs, his softening cock popping out of my ravaged hole.

We lay like that for a few minutes, spent, recovering our breath, then he kissed me deeply and rolled off me onto his side taking me in with a possessive smile on his face. “Well, my little bum boy, you are one juicy fuck. I look forward to our continuing encounters.” As indignantly as I could manage under the circumstances I stated in no uncertain terms that he had seen the last of me unless it was with the police in tow. That last part was a lie as I had no desire for anyone to know about what had happened to me.

I was startled by a third voice belonging to the man’s friend emerging from the partially closed closet with a camcorder in hand. “Actually, my young friend, you may want to reconsider your options. I would hate for any of the images in this recorder to accidently end up in your parent’s or your friend’s mailbox, and we have some lovely images of you taking it up that juicy butt of yours.” Turning to his friend he said: “Nicely done! And so quickly. I look forward to when his cute little tush has healed and we can allow others to have fun with our new little plaything” Laughing in agreement, my possessor zipped himself up and the two of them left the room, letting me know before they left that they had procured my name and my parent’s address where I was still living, from the host. I was left there, taken, and wondering what my future, now in their salacious hands, would hold.

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Chapter 1

The Secret

It had been a long day at work. Tiring, going through paperwork and filing their latest case. She was ready to go home and see her Italian Greyhounds, grab a glass of wine, and get a fire going and cozy up on the couch. Outside of work she didn’t have much of a life. Her passion for her job consumed her life. She came home late and woke up early to start every day the same. It had begun to wear down on her and she felt her passion slipping away. The only comfort in life these days was her dogs.

A rarer breed, Italian Greyhounds. She had seen one of these little beauties in the park next to her office. They ran fast, agile and lithe, through and around the trees chasing bigger dogs and generally seemed full of life. Something she realized she was missing in partial that day. So the next day spontaneity touched her and she looked up breeders in the morning on her computer after slipping into the monotony of paperwork. She quickly found a breeder and picked up two little puppies that weekend which she promptly named Zeus and Athena. They filled up her time and brought happiness once again to her life. But they didn’t complete it. She needed more, something darker. A secret that she striven to bury deep inside her.

Because work was ever present she had little time to socialize or go out and that had also stopped any type of the sexual nature as well. The only person she usual conversed with was her only friend Lauren really. So when she felt … “in need” she quickly and efficiently serviced herself with a trusty little vibrator that she carried with her all the time. As she seemed to be “in need” a lot the past year or so. She found herself constantly thinking about it and wanting something more that her vibrator could provide her. It was frustrating and not to mention embarrassing.

That morning she had awoken up with a burning need, a pain deep inside for the need to be filled. She got up and tried to ignore it as she got ready for work. As she applied her make up she looked at herself in the mirror closely. She was 27, technically still a young women. With long brunette hair that was down to the mid of her back with carefully streaked blond highlights. She had piercing green eyes and full lips. Standing at 5’7 and around 138 pounds, 36C, she visited the gym four times a week on a strict schedule. She made sure that she always kept herself in a state of professional attire to make sure that nobody would underestimate her. She sex izle was at the height of her life and career and took it maybe a little to seriously. So why was it that she didn’t have a boyfriend or a lover. Because she told herself she didn’t need one. She was strong and proud. And not willing to admit that her dark and twisted self craved for a male to make her his, to the core. So she ignored her desire and went on with her routine…a possible mistake.

“Lexie, Jim wants you to finish the Hackner case and have it on his desk in the morning. Also your seven o’clock has been postponed and you have a message left from Lauren saying that if you wanted to go to the gym with her in an hour that you had better meet her downstairs in fifteen minutes.”, said her secretary Sarah, and older lady who had saved her career more then once possible by being proficient and through!

“Thanks Sarah. Let me finish this up and I will be gone for lunch. I will be back around two. Can you send this off to Smith please and make a call to Windelton about having his case files brought forward.” She signed the last article and stood up. She was thankful Lauren had called about the gym. It was just what she needed! If she maybe had a strong workout the persisting need would go away and she would just be enveloped with exhaustion

“Lexie! Thank goodness, I thought you would blow me off as usual.” Her friend jokingly said as she laughed her quickly little laugh. Lauren was what would be considered and exotic beauty. She had natural darker toned skin, with dark short hair and almost darker colored eyes. She was also naturally skinny whereas she had to work at it. When she was with Lauren she tended to be invisible which was fine with her. Watching guy after guy hit on her in the gym was an interesting entertainment to count how many for the day which she would then pick on her friend for. Her friend was a bit on the promiscuous side and quite the flirt. She loved the attention so it worked out great for both of them.

“Well I am glad you called Lauren, I needed some time from work and this is the perfect thing to get some things off my mind.” As they walked into the gym she noticed how every guy suddenly seemed to pause for a second in time to ingest Lauren. Lauren bent over and showed off her perfect small ass as she bent over and signed the sign in sheet. She found herself wishing for once one guy would do this to her but sighed wistfully as the mirrors on the gym portrayed her alt yazılı porno more curvy body that she struggled to slim to her friends size.

As they walked up to the treadmills her friend began to relay her morning and she slowly zoned out as she began to run, concentrating to throw off a desire that was putting her slowly into agony. It was agony, the only way she could best explain to her friend once that she imagined it was what a guy felt like when he was blue balling. She was unsure if she was just weird or there was other women with the same type symptoms but she was to shy to ask others. As she picked up speed the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up as she had the feeling of someone was watching her. She took a quick glance around and noticed instantly a man standing near one of the weight lifters. He was tall, maybe around 6’2 with dark hair and a great body. And he was definitely staring in her direction but she was unsure of why so she tried to ignore it but his eyes seemed to be burning holes into the back of her skull. After twenty minutes had passed and she was mumbling occasionally to Lauren’s chatter she knew he was definitely still watching her as occasionally she would glance in his direction. She felt herself begin to burn slowly from his persistence. As she begin to slow down and looked at her watch to confirm that her time was up she asked Lauren if she wanted a bottle of water.

She walked over to the dispensing machine when she bent over to retrieve the bottles she had paid for she felt her ass brush up against a warm body. She quickly jumped up and turned around to find the man looming over her.

“Oh,….uh sorry. I didn’t realize you were behind me.” I said this lamely unsure how to react to his presence. Up close she realized he had they sorta Grey colored eyes that she could probably melt into along with a very sculptured body. And she felt her body reacting to him just being near him.

“Don’t worry I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to tell you to meet me at my condo tonight at 9:00. Here is my card, my address is written on the back. Don’t make me hunt you down.” He was very calm but the authority in his voice said he wasn’t playing around. He turned away and walked out the gym.

I stood in shock. Unable to truly process what he meant until my friend came up with a most jealous look on her face. “What did he say to you? You look stunned.” I explained to her and as I did altyazılı sex izle I felt anger at a man being so presumptuous; along with another feeling…a not so welcome feeling. A feeling of desire to obey his command. My secret dark desire…here before me. Impossible. It wasn’t natural…and how would he know what I craved. Needed. Desired. I was taken from my thoughts at my friends laughter along with her jealousy. “Wow Lexie, I would definitely tap that ass. You should go for it! When was the last time you were laid…I don’t remember.”

“Shut up Lauren. I don’t need to be reminded.” I quickly strutted over to the door not waiting for her. When I got out the door she had caught up and quietly waited for my input. “That was so…so arrogant! He thinks women will just come to him when he tells them to!”

“I think it was kinda hot! I sexy tryst with a unknown man! He looked yummy!” I didn’t want to admit that I thought he looked delicious as well or that he might be my dream come true…or nightmare to haunt me. After Lauren left giving me advice to take him up on his offer I went back to work…distracted. I found myself unable to ignore my need with the thought of his offer swarming my mind. So I got up and locked my office door, then proceeded to get out my vibrator. As I begin to rub myself I realized how turned on I had been, pleasure begin to thrum in my veins as I thought of the offer I had been given. I imagined going there and him handling me roughly as he fucked me against the wall. It didn’t take long. Within moments my climax hit me hard. I leaned back in my chair allowing my breathing to regulate when a knock came upon my door. “Yes?” I quickly begin to rearrange myself as I stepped up to the door. When I opened the door it revealed Sarah. “Lexie, here is the Wendlton case you asked for.”

“Oh yes, thank you Sarah.” I closed the door with the file in hand and went back to my desk. My need was still there, I had just taken off the edge so there was a subtle ache but it was hand able.

I continued with work until seven. I packed up everything and headed home tired and in thought. I knew I wasn’t going to go to this strange man’s house, he would forget about me and we would both continue on. But he had added fuel to an already raging fire within and I hated him for it in a way. Because know the lurking thoughts in my brain would not leave. Wouldn’t be buried as usual. The thought to allow a man to make me submit to his every will. To take me and use me until there was nothing left. And it left me desperate. As nine o’clock rolled around I found myself watching the clock and talking to Zeus and Athena mindlessly in front of the television. I finally got up and went to bed. I fell asleep after my third climax.

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Author’s Note: STOP!!!

If you’ve read my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT.

I’ve had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my first attempt to do so. Even so, elements of heterosexuality still crept in (what can I say?), but I gave it an honest shot. If male/male activities are not your thing, you probably won’t like this one. Oh well; I’ll catch you next time.

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The tension broken and things back to normal, Darren set about the task of learning how to raise a child and tend house. There were very few housewives on his block that he could get pointers from; most of their neighbors belonged to two income households. It took a lot of work, but by the summer he pretty much had things under control. Right around that time, the state started work on the roads in the neighborhood. To be honest, it probably would have come and gone except for the fact that he had to pass the work crews everyday when he took Jessica out for a stroll. At first, it went without incident. He went about his daily routine, and nobody bothered him. Gradually, however, he caught the attention of the workers, who felt compelled to offer comments.

“Hey guys, look at the nanny,” someone yelled.

Darren felt his face flush, but said nothing.

“Wonder what it looks like in a skirt,” another added laughing.

Darren concentrated on the road ahead. He would not get dragged into this, especially not with his daughter here. He was pissed, but it wasn’t worth it, and these guys would be gone soon anyway.

A few days later, things went to hell. A pipe burst on the same day that Jessica needed to go to the doctor’s for a checkup. Since the plumber could only give a range, Cathy took Jessica while Darren waited at home. The plumber came quickly, and by 9:30 everything was done. Cathy reasoned that since she’d already taken the day off, she’d still take Jess to the doctor’s and maybe spend some “mother-daughter” time afterward at the park.

All the confusion had caused Darren to miss his run, which he usually did early in the morning to beat the heat. Luckily, it was overcast today, so he figured he might as well squeeze out his run while the girls were gone. Of course, his normal route took him past the guys who had been razzing him for the last few weeks.

“Hey look guys, no baby. Not a very good nanny if you ask me,” one of the idiots warbled as he approached.

Deep down, Darren had always had a bit of a complex about being supported by Cathy. To compensate, he’d exercised like a fiend, lifting and running on a schedule that was written in stone. His 6″1′ frame was sculpted and muscled to statue-like proportions. There was almost no body fat on him, and every inch of his body was almost textbook perfect. His dark hair was kept short in a military style, more out escort of efficiency than fashion. He was bigger and broader than most men his side, and most guys avoided hassling him. But not these shitheads.

Today he was in a pair of running shorts and running shoes; he hadn’t really expected to meet up with anyone.

He veered onto the sidewalk and jogged in the direction of a lone group of 4 men standing in one of his neighbor’s front yards taking a break in the shade of their tree. He stopped in front of the first one, a tall skinny guy with sun bleached hair and leathery skin that looked like he might be in his late forties.

“Listen dickhead,” he said hotly, jamming his finger in the scrawny man’s chest. “I’m pretty much done with taking shit from you morons.”

“Look, pal, we were just having a little fun,” the man said softly, grabbing Darren’s wrist with a lot more strength than Darren expected. “We didn’t mean any harm, did we fellas?”

Darren pulled free and turned to face the others.

“I haven’t done a fucking thing to you guys, but you seem to get off breaking my balls. Usually, I let it slide because I’ve got my little girl with me, but I don’t have her with me today,” he continued, fixing each one with an icy glare.

Of the remaining three guys, one was several inches shorter than Darren, and not nearly as broad; another was easily 6’5″, and looked like he ate people for breakfast; and the third was about the same height as the guy Darren first approached, but was broad, almost as thick as Darren. They were all wearing shit eating grins.

“Aww, she’s upset with us guys,’ the short one taunted. “Watch it; she might hit us with her purse!”

With lightning speed Darren turned and grabbed the man. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he saw the look of fear spreads across the guys face, only to be replaced quickly with a blinding flash of pain as something warm and blunt crashed down on the back of his head, causing him to drop on all fours.

“Stupid move,” rumbled a deep voice somewhere above him.

“Somebody needs to be taught a lesson,” the short one whined. “Take this prick around back.”

Darren felt himself pulled to his feet and dragged into the backyard. When he opened his eyes, everything was blurry, the aftereffects of the blow he’d received. He was dropped roughly across a chaise lounge, the type with an adjustable back and a long seat, and straps secured to metal poles that ran the length of the chair. His mind raced, trying to figure out a way out of this. He was about to get his ass kicked around the corner from his own house, and there was nobody here to help him. The owners of this house were both at work, and he hadn’t seen anyone on the street when he confronted these goons. Shit!

“Look fellas, maybe this was just a misunderstanding,” he began, trying to push himself up off the chair.

“Fuck you!” the short one growled, punching Darren hard in the kidney.

He dropped back down, gasping, trying to fight through the pain. One of the men produced a handful of large plastic ties, the type favored by electricians and other repairmen because they are held in place by a little plastic lock. Tightened, they can’t be opened, and they can take an incredible amount of pressure. Usually, the only way to break them is to cut them with a very sharp blade. Two of the guys draped Darren across the back of the chair, his legs stretched out along the seat, while the other two secured his wrists to the arm rests. Finally, his ankles were fastened tightly to the side bars of the lounge, leaving him defenseless. Someone slapped his ass sharply.

That’s a good boy,” the deep voice rumbled.

The men moved in front of him and quickly stripped off their clothes. With dawning horror, Darren realized what they intended to do.

“Get the fuck out of here!” he screamed. “Help! Help Me! Pleas God, somebody help!”

“I’ll shut him up,” the tall skinny guy that Darren had first approached said, sliding his soft cock into Darren’s mouth. “Look asshole, if you bite me, I swear we’ll beat the shit out of you and leave you on this fucking thing for your neighbors to find.”

His cock started to stiffen in Darren’s mouth.

“I’ll be honest; you don’t have to like it, but I guarantee we’ll have a good time. I’d suggest you just go with it,” he said, moving escort bayan his cock around in Darren’s mouth. “Hey Jimmy, he’s got a nice mouth.”

“I figured as much,” the short one laughed. “I love housewives. They are always so horny, so needy, whether they admit it or not. I bet by the end this guy’ll be thanking us for helping him get off.” He slapped Darren’s ass again. “When’s the last time you blew your load, stud?” he asked rhetorically.

Darren didn’t even try to answer him with the hardening cock in his mouth. The guy was slowly fucking his face, sliding his cock all the way in, choking him.

“Breathe through your nose and swallow slowly. It’ll make it easier.”

Darren was determined not to participate. They could abuse him all they want, but he wasn’t going to take part in his own debasement. He felt someone grab the side of running his shorts and run something hard up the seam. Given the sudden breeze, he guessed that it had been some sort of blade. After the action was repeated on the other side, his suspicion was confirmed as his running shorts fell away from his body. He hadn’t worn a shirt because he didn’t expect to be out long, so as soon as his jock strap was cut away he was totally naked and exposed to his captors. He tried to stay still, uncooperative, just wishing for this nightmare to end.

“Hey Jimmy, he’s not enjoying this at all,” called the guy with his cock in Darren’s mouth. Could you give him a hand?” he snorted.

Jimmy stuck his middle finger in his own mouth, getting it wet, and then pressed it against the opening between Darren’s ass cheeks. Darren’s eyes widened and he tried to protest as Jimmy slowly applied pressure to his finger. Darren clenched his sphincter trying to keep it out, but that actually aided its entry. Once Jimmy had his finger in up to the knuckle he stopped, letting Darren’s asshole grip it tightly. He wiggled it, and Darren let out an involuntary moan. Smiling, Jimmy resumed the pressure, until his entire finger was inserted. This time when he wiggled it, Darren arched his back and began to hump the air under him, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as these new and very strange emotions washed over him.

“Fucking look at this, guys!” Jimmy cackled. “Looks like we hit a nerve. Told you; a housewife is a housewife.”

Darren’s whole body turned crimson in embarrassment, but he couldn’t help his reaction. Jimmy was slowly fucking his ass with his finger, pulling his finger all the way out and pushing it back in, wiggling it randomly, until Darren was rock hard. His rigid cock brushed the back of the chaise lounge, making him shudder and grip the finger in his ass tighter. When Jimmy slid a second finger in with the first and began twisting them in a corkscrew-like motion, widening Darren’s hole, he gasped, allowing the cock in his mouth to slide in further. Unconsciously he began to suck to the same rhythm as the fingers moving in and out of his ass; he didn’t even realize he was doing it until the guy in his mouth groaned and a hot sticky spray of cum splashed across the back of his throat. It had a bitter, salty taste that caused him to gag again, but the cock was so far in his mouth that he had to swallow or risk choking. The guy in his mouth leaned his head back and sighed.

“Damn that was good. Nothing like a virgin, no matter what the hole.”

He withdrew his cock slowly, a thin string of cum trailing behind it and spilling over Darren’s chin. Darren blinked at the sudden emptiness in his mouth, even as Jimmy increased the tempo in his ass. His balls were swelling, the cum building as he became more and more aroused as a result of the invasion. As Jimmy impossibly worked a third finger in, the tall, bull of a man moved in front of Darren, grabbed his head and stuck his thick cock in his mouth. Again Darren resisted, but this time it was due more to the fact that he was totally consumed by what was going on his ass and couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

“Hey Terry, how is he?” Jimmy laughed.

‘Oh shit man, it’s the wettest, warmest hole I ever felt,” the big man rumbled.

Grabbing Darren’s head, he moved it up and down along the length of his cock. As Jimmy continued to finger his ass, Darren showered Terry’s cock with small bites, driving the big man out of his mind.

“Oh shit, Jimmy, we gotta switch,” Terry moaned. bayan escort “I don’t want to shoot in this fucker’s face.”

He pulled out of Darren’s mouth, leaving him panting audibly, and moved around to his back. Jimmy removed his fingers in one fluid motion and Terry placed the head of his cock in the opening and pushed. As he entered, Darren snapped his head up and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

“Oh please God no,” Darren begged. “I’m not a girl, I’m not gay, I don’t fuck guys,” he babbled.

“Somebody shut him up,” Terry grunted, pushing his cock in further.

The other man, the one who was built like Darren, moved around to the Darren’s face and offered his cock, which was thick and short. This time, Darren opened his mouth willingly, giving himself over to the situation. He lapped greedily at the cock, bathing the shaft with his tongue and swallowing it whole in a matter of minutes. He was rewarded for his enthusiasm with a deep roar followed by spurt after spurt of cum in his mouth. He swallowed greedily, totally lost n the hedonism of the moment. Terry could not handle the raw enthusiasm Darren showed, and shot his load deep into Darren’s ass so hard it made Darren tense. He shook as the cum filled him, bubbling out as Terry continued to pump, making a wet slurping sound with each stroke.

When the two men were done they both pulled out, and Darren slumped against the lounge. His asshole stung, his mouth had a metallic taste in it from the buckets of cum he’d swallowed, and he felt violated. He also had a raging hard on that crushed painfully against the back of the chair, too weak to hold himself up. He didn’t realize that Jimmy was behind him until he grabbed his ass cheeks.

“Don’t pass out on us yet there, sweetheart,” he said. “I still haven’t got my nut off,” he added, rubbing his cock along the crack of Darren’s ass.

“Please no,” Darren begged. “I can’t do it again, please don’t.”

“Now, you don’t really mean that, do you,?” Jimmy asked, reaching under and stroking Darren’s cock.

Darren shuddered, torn between the feeling of arousal at having his cock touched and the fear of being fucked again. Jimmy placed the head of his cock at the opening of Darren’s ass and increased his stroking. Gradually, the undulation of Darren’s hips as he thrust to meet the stroking hand forced it into Darren’s ass, and they both sucked in air loudly. Of course, before today he’d never had anything in his ass, but Jimmy’s cock head felt as big as a fist! Naturally, he couldn’t see it, but it felt like it had already filled him to the point of overflow, and it was barely in.

Steadily, Jimmy pushed forward, moving deeper, and Darren began panting loudly again. Jimmy just kept going, sliding inch after inch of cock into Darren’s already abused ass. Finally, he felt Jimmy’s pubic hair brush his ass cheeks after what felt like hours, and then he felt Jimmy reverse, slowly withdrawing the huge pole. He repeated the action several times, finally stopping with all but the head removed. Before Darren could catch his breath, Jimmy suddenly rammed his massive cock all the way in, as hard and as fast as he could.

The competing emotions threatened to make Darren’s head explode, tearing a scream from him that echoed throughout the backyard. The pain was unbearable; he felt like someone had shoved a telephone pole up his ass, violently splitting him, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Concurrently, the pressure on his cock and the stimulation of his prostate set off an orgasm deep inside him that made his whole body shake. As Jimmy pounded into his ass mercilessly, Darren sprayed wave after wave of cum over the back of the lounge, which collected in a pool on the seat. Both men were drenched in sweat, Jimmy moving like a machine, Darren docilely accepting the punishment. After what seemed an eternity, Jimmy groaned and collapsed across Darren’s back, shooting one continuous jet of hot cum deep into Darren.

Jimmy moved first, easing out his massive cock. After the 4 of them got dressed, they cut him loose and left him sprawled across the chair.

“Next time,” Jimmy snarled, “we won’t be so gentle.” The others chuckled. Eventually, Darren pulled himself unsteadily to his feet. He stood bowlegged, like he’d been on a horse for a very long time. Cum dripped out of his red, swollen asshole and onto the patio. His clothes were in tatters, but he didn’t care. He was just thankful it was finally over.

He thought maybe it would be a good idea to find another route to take Jessica for a stroll. At least for the next few weeks.

– The End –

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I’d retired from teaching school and the following year, my husband passed away. I’ve only had one lover since he’s been gone, and that was Derek, a former student. Oh, he’s an adult now, and he only stayed with me for six months. Still, in that time I found myself falling in love with him. I thought he’d loved me, too, but he left me to stay with his sister and her husband.

I was once again living a boring lonely life. I volunteered for various community projects but my heart wasn’t in it. I even thought about getting back into teaching, but the kids were different. I just felt like I didn’t have the energy.

After Derek had been gone about a year, lo and behold I got an email from him. His sister Susan and her husband were both working full-time. Derek had at first looked for work but was unsuccessful, so he ended up staying home and being their houseboy. He took care of the house, the cooking, and their daughter, Emily. So he indeed had his hands full caring for her and the household in general.

I didn’t hear from him for another year. Horrible news, Emily’s parents were both killed in a traffic accident. Derek has his hands full and takes Emily to therapy to help work through her grief. I offered to help but he said, “That’s ok, I’m getting professional help for her. We’ll be ok.”

Then I didn’t hear anything from him for more than a year. He had been writing around the holidays but this year there was nothing. Then just as I’d about given up on hearing from him, I got a phone call.

“Cathie, am I still welcome in your house?”

“Of course, Derek, anytime, for as long as you need. How about Emily?”

“She’s 23 now, she says she’s done with school, done with therapy. I’m tired of doing everything alone.”

“By all means, Derek, come on and bring Emily. You can stay as long as you like. Oh! And by the way, this time I’m your slave.”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot! And you still owe me six months of spankings. Well, expect us the day after tomorrow.”

Now my energy shifted into high gear. I cleaned house and bought supplies. After I lost my husband and then Derek, I’d quit sleeping in the master bedroom and had been making the smaller bedroom at the top of the stairs my room. I wasn’t sure what to do, but decided to stay put until I found out where he wanted to sleep.

I wasn’t really worried about saying I’m his slave. He loves me and I trust him. The difference in our ages never really mattered between us.

Wow! Derek seemed a little taller, or maybe not. He was still thin and had a haggard look around his eye. “Cathie, it is so good to see you.” He held me like he never wanted to let me go. “This is Emily. Say hi.”

“Hi.” She looked at me through large round blue eyes. She had a short pixie haircut, almost white hair and translucent skin. She was small and elfin in appearance, but she had an inner sparkle.

We brought in their bags and carried them upstairs to the larger room with the king size bed. “We can unpack later, first you can settle in and get comfortable.”

Well, Emily promptly kicked off her shoes, took off her jacket and climbed into bed under the blankets. She was sleeping within the amount of time it takes to write this!

Derek and I tiptoed back downstairs. We sat on the couch next to each other. He put his arm around me and we kissed. Oh, it had been three years. Since Derek lived with me. I had made him into my love slave, spanking him mercilessly on a daily basis. But then I’d located his sister and kept it secret from him for almost three months. I’d hurt him terribly and he vowed if he did come back, I would be the slave. I agreed; I’d felt so terrible about deceiving him. I’d always been honest and trustworthy but I had been afraid of losing him.

As we were pausing between kisses, I slipped onto the floor to kneel in front of him, opened his pants and pulled his cock out. I began kissing and licking him and soon, was totally engrossed in sucking him deeper and sex izle deeper into my throat. I always loved doing this, and of course he really loves it, too. While I was sucking his cock, Emily had slipped in quietly, sat on the couch next to Derek and just sat there watching me.

At first I didn’t see her sitting there, totally focused on his big cock. When I looked up and looked at her, I paused for a minute. Derek said, “Don’t stop, She does it also. Not as well as you, though. She needs to watch.” I kind of tuned her out, so to speak, and just kept on, until he gave me my reward, I swallowed and licked up every drop.

Later I cooked supper while Derek and Emily unpacked in the big bedroom. So during dinner I asked if I should stay in my small bedroom. He said, “No, you have a huge king size bed, Cathie, there’s no reason we can’t all sleep in it together.” I must’ve looked puzzled, cos Emily said, “I always sleep with Derek.” He said, “Yes, we’ve been sleeping together. At first it was out of curiosity then out of the need for closeness. There’s no reason we can’t all sleep in that big bed.”

Well, this is starting to sound like a bit much, but Emily is just sitting there quietly eating; looking from Derek to me and back again. After supper, I cleared the table while they sat there talking. Then we went into the living room.

Emily didn’t say much. She and Derek had a closeness, but then she always seemed to want to sit by me and be close to me as well. Poor kid lost her parents at age 18 and never had any extended family, maybe I filled a void for her and that was all right.

Then, seemingly out of the blue, Derek says, “You know, Emily, what I need to do is demonstrate what happens when you’re naughty or dishonest. Cathie, why don’t you go get the paddle.” Well, I did, it was still in the closet. Stopped off at the bathroom, and when I got back, he’d moved to the far-left side of the couch.

“Emily, when I lived here with Cathie, she always gave me a very good spanking at the end of the day. Sort of an after dinner thing.” I sat quietly though my stomach was doing little lurches inside. “Cathie, why don’t you kneel in front of this chair and show Emily the position you always made me assume.”

I knelt in front of the chair, feeling rather self-conscious since Emily is watching. But she’s sitting there with round eyes saying nothing.

I laid the top part of my body on the seat of the chair. He lifted up my skirt, pulled down the white panties and Whack! It was loud and made me jump. He whacked and whacked my ass for a long time. I was crying openly by then and Derek was saying; “Now that’s what happens when you don’t stay completely honest and a well-behaved girl.”

During all this time, Emily was just sitting on the couch next to Derek quietly watching. After my spanking, I adjusted my clothes and sat gingerly on the chair next to the couch. All of a sudden, she started talking.

“I thought you loved me,Derek.”

“I do, Sweetheart.”

“Well she should be the one to do all the cooking and cleaning and housework. But I wanna be your love slave.”

“Emily, I love you with all my heart, but I can’t bring myself to hurt you.”

“It won’t be hurting me, I’m asking for it. If she can take it, I can take it more. I love you more!” There is no arguing with that. At this point, I got up and went upstairs to get ready for bed. They came upstairs soon and Derek called out, “Cathie, will you help me?”

Well, I wasn’t sure what he wanted help with, but I came into the big bedroom and said, “With what?”

“I think we both need to teach Emily a lesson.” She had taken off her clothes and was sitting on the bed with that defiant ‘I’ll show them’ look. Derek told her to lie on her stomach in the middle of the bed.

I had some twine with which he tied her wrists together and then to the headboard, and then tied her ankles to the foot board, replacing the covers over the bottom portion of her alt yazılı porno legs. I was on her right and Derek on her left. He knelt at her side and held a belt in his hand. Her face was turned toward me and I gently smoothed her hair back from the side of her face.

“Now, remember, I want to really be punished so don’t feel sorry for me, Derek.” Without another word, Smack! He just started beating her translucent ass with the belt. He didn’t hurry, or lose control, but just kept up a methodical, regular cadence. He paused after doing this for several swats, and asked if she’s had enough, and she said, “No, I want you to really punish me bad. It won’t be good until you make me cry.” So he resumed, and this time, this spanking went on and on. I had been kind of stroking her hair back from her face. Soon, she was crying to the side of me, and looked so pitiful, but I guess Derek aimed to teach her a lesson.

Well, I think I would’ve felt sorry for her and stopped a lot sooner, but he just kept it up, being sure to cover her whole ass, as well as the back of her thighs. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped, and she just lay there sobbing and crying. Derek put the belt back onto the nightstand and I got up to get some lotion.

I spread lotion all over her hot welted bottom and then Derek started massaging it as well. He opened my nightstand drawer, knowing all the things I keep in there. He chose a long, thin, glass tube that cigars come in, and coated it with lotion. He used the lotion I already had on her bottom, and began lubricating her ass hole. It was very pink and tight, and I knew nothing had ever entered that place before. She’d just about stopped crying by now, was just hiccuping, and moaning as he entered that little hole with his finger.

Soon, he was slowly, but firmly pushing the glass tube up inside her. She lay there pretty quietly for quite some time. “Are you sure you want to be my love slave, Emily?”

“Yes, More than She does!” Derek and I looked at each other across her back and smiled. “All right, if you’re sure.” At that moment, I could read Derek’s mind: we can have a lot of fun with her.

“This feels funny, I don’t think I like it.” Derek looked at me and quietly said, “Do you still have a roll of packing tape?”

“Yes, I do.” I already knew what he wanted. I pulled off a length and taped her mouth. “I think we’ll leave the tape on for most of the time except for meals. She needs to learn to accept everything without comment.”

I turned off the lamp and lay down. I could barely see Derek’s outline in the darkness. He was slathering lotion all over his cock, and with her asshole already primed; he slowly and firmly shoved his cock up into her little girl ass.

She was sobbing behind the tape but not moving to get away. I dozed off and when I next was awake, she was sleeping next to me. Derek was in the shower. I lay there watching her sleep. She looked like a little angel. Of course, she’d been a defiant one last evening. Perhaps she didn’t know what she’d been asking for, but Derek and I did.

I was in the kitchen sipping coffee and making breakfast when they came in. He sat her on a wooden chair (she was still naked) and cautioned her he was only removing the tape long enough for her to eat.

I served breakfast and asked Derek how he was going to spend his day. He looked at Emily and said, “Well, apart form continuing her training, I thought I’d go into town this morning and pick up a few things. Is there anything you need?” I had a small grocery list, which he said he’d take.

I went upstairs to strip beds and clean the bedrooms. I heard the car leave and just kept on working. When I came back downstairs, the first thing I saw was Emily. There’s a corner where the hallway, kitchen and living room come together; her mouth was taped, her hands were fastened together and pulled up over a hook in the ceiling. Her eyes were glaring at me as I walked altyazılı sex izle past. I said, “We need to get you a blindfold, young lady.”

I continued doing housework all morning. And after Derek got home, I put things away. He gave Emily a bathroom break, a drink of water and led her to the den. Later while folding laundry at the kitchen table, the radio playing real low, my stomach gave a lurch. Whack! Whack! Somehow the sound of her getting a thorough paddling made My ass tingle and My pussy creamy. I counted fifty to myself and then it was quiet except for her muffled sobbing. I wasn’t exactly staying away on purpose, but then maybe I was; thinking he needed time with her alone.

By suppertime (I’d made myself come several times) we all sat around the table eating my world famous fried chicken. I don’t like eating in total silence, so made small talk with Derek. Emily was still naked, though she’s sitting at the table, she looked mighty uncomfortable.

“Stop squirming, Emily. If you don’t want to be my love slave, just tell Cathie she’s the better woman, and she’ll serve me well.”

“No, sir, please. I’ll be good.” She made the effort to sit still the rest of the meal, her eyes downcast to her plate. They got up and went into the living room while I cleaned up the kitchen and did dishes. I heard the TV on pretty low, and once again, without even seeing it, I heard the spanking loud and clear. He is merciful, but I know he’s showing her exactly what she’s been asking for.

When I’d finished, I took a shower and put a short nightgown on, and then joined them in the living room. Derek was sitting on the couch, Emily was kneeling on the floor between his legs. Her face was streaked with her tears, but her mouth was open, her tongue stuck out of her lips. Derek’s hard cock just lay on her tongue. She could not pull it into her mouth, just sit there using all the willpower she could muster. He was talking to her quietly, “That’s a girl, it’s resting there, but you aren’t going to pull him inside until I say.” I picked up a magazine and sat with it on my lap. The TV is on in the background, but Emily is much more entertaining.

She started weeping again. Derek said, “You don’t want to be punished again today do you?” She held his cock on her tongue. Time seemed to stand still, and I don’t even know how long; they’d started before I came in. “All right, you may pull it into your mouth very slowly.” She very slowly pulled it closer, “Ah! Wait a minute!” She stopped, her tongue quivering with the effort, her lips almost around him. “Now, slowly.” She barely looked like she was breathing, but it was coming into her mouth now, though her lips were still not closed around him.

“Ok, now, you can encircle me with your lips. Gently. Slowly. That’s a girl, now give me some lovely suction. Yeah, that’s right, Emily. Now, I want your bottom up in the air more.” She kind of whimpered, but complied; on her knees with his lovely cock all stuffed into her mouth. Now her red welted ass is up and stuck out.

“Cathie tells me you gave her a very disrespectful look this morning. Starting tomorrow you’ll have a blindfold on when you’re tied in the corner.

“Cathie, go get that riding crop you have hidden away. Maybe whipping the back of her thighs will teach her to be more respectful to you.” I got up and got the riding crop, came back in and by now he’d shot his come all over in her mouth. I sat on a chair waiting patiently while she licked up all his cum, licking his balls and his underside.

He said, “Ok Emily, take my hands.” She put her hands in his and he held them firmly. “Ok, Cathie, I think the back of her thighs need to be whipped.” I held the crop at the ready and positioned myself directly behind her. I swung it back and forth, recalling the one time Derek had used this very instrument on my entire body. I kind of zoned in and lost myself to whipping her, and this was nice.

Finally I just had a feeling enough was enough, and stopped. She was crying into his lap as he held her hands. He lifted her face and kissed the tears away. “Now, do you think you can remember to be respectful to Cathie?”

“Yes, sir.” He picked her up to sit on his lap, cradling her in his arms, against his chest.

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Quinn was a twenty-something city girl, three years out of college and enjoying life as a well-paid executive assistant in a communications firm, while working on her MBA. She was smart and ambitious, and planned to be the executive, not the assistant, by the time she was thirty.

Quinn managed to fit an active social life into this busy schedule also. She had a good figure, worked out regularly, and had eye-catching red hair. Although she had no steady partner, she went to restaurants, movies and clubs regularly with her friends. Since her sophomore year in college, she had accumulated a number of fuck-buddies, men and women who enjoyed sex, but had no time for a steady relationship.

This Saturday morning, Quinn woke up with a slight headache from one vodka too many the night before, and a recently fucked feeling in her pussy from her buddy Steve’s large cock. Steve was a cop, a detective. They had arranged to meet at a club the night before, and had danced energetically with their group. Later, as the dances got slower, she and Steve had clinched on the floor. As they hungrily kissed, she felt his cock grow against her belly. She thought of fucking him in the club, or at least blowing him, but they decided to go to a mobil porno friends apartment first to party a little more.

At the apartment, Quinn soon decided she needed a fuck. She grabbed Steve, and found an empty room. As he undressed her, her short dress fell to the floor, leaving her braless, in a red thong that showed her ass to perfection, thigh high stockings, and black patent spike heels. She dropped to her knees and undid his fly, allowing the engorged cock to leap out to her waiting mouth. She was proud of her cocksucking skills, and could deepthroat most of the cocks she sucked. Steve was groaning in pleasure as licked his balls on the down stroke and swirled her talented tongue on his cockhead on the upstroke. She wanted him to last long enough to fuck her, so she quickly stood and turned, bending at the waist and removing the thong. Steve knew her preference, and now he was on his knees, tonguing her pussy, searching for her clit. She felt herself getting close to orgasm, but knew she needed that cock. She dropped to the floor on her knees, ass in the air, and growled over her shoulder “Fuck me, now”.

Steve wasn’t the brightest spark, but he could follow simple commands. And he could fuck. He went deep alman porno inside her, then slowly withdrew, and gradually accelerated his assault on her pussy. Within minutes, Quinn felt his full weight banging her ass, and his full length fucking her deep. He grabbed her wrists to pull against as he fucked her. Quinn noticed they had an audience, a Japanese girl named Miko. She stood just inside the door, skirt around her waist and one hand actively caressing her clit.

Then, Quinn felt something strange-cold metal on her wrists. Fucking Steve had cuffed her! The bastard. Quinn had never gone for any form of bondage, she was very much a straight sex girl-with boys, and girls, and toys, and a little anal, and occasionally some spanking, and once or twice water sports.

He continued to fuck her, but now had grabbed her hair and motioned Miko to join them. The Japanes girl removed her dress leaving her in white cotton schoolgirl panties. With her small breasts, she looked about fourteen. She took off the panties, showing a shaved mound. Steve was silently orchestrating every move now. Miko lay on the floor leg spread, in front of Quinn.

Now Quinn was at a loss. She enjoyed girls as much as boys, alexis texas porno but had never been in a threesome-except for the time she sucked off two guys together on a dare, or when she gone down on her college room-mate as her boyfriend watched and jerked off. Those times didn’t really count, Quinn thought, and they didn’t involve being handcuffed anyway.

Steve decided things for her. He grasped her hair and forced her face between Miko’s legs. Quinn tasted the wet pussy and became ravenous, she needed to eat this girl, give her an orgasm, and take Steve’s load also, before she could get off herself. Her tongue entered the Japanese girl’s cunt, found her clit, and attacked it eagerly. Miko grabbed her and pushed her closer to her pussy. Steve continued to fuck her, and now had a finger in her asshole! Quinn couldn’t hold back any more. She felt orgasm rippling out from her pussy, forcing a scream from her as Miko arched her back and went rigid in her climax. She felt Steve pull out and as he groaned, his hot seed landed on her back.

Quinn lay in bed and thought about last night. A new fuck buddy in Miko. Her first threesome. She decided that it was a good thing, and good things should be repeated. Maybe with two girls, or two guys, or girls with strap-ons, or girls with strap-ons and a guy, or…..Quinn felt a new world opening up, one that demanded to be explored.

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