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Here’s the next part of our summer encampment story. I think I was 23, and Sashi was 19 at the time…

Now, an Eskimo tribe is a pretty free society, and I wasn’t shy about being nude: heck, everybody in our tribe has seen me naked and I have personal experience with many of the boys in my age group. Also, a firelight orgy was all but tradition on this, the first evening of our spring encampment, but here was somebody I didn’t even know watching me fuck, and it was a little embarrassing. This guy was actually getting a blow job from my best friend and watching me intently at the same time, basically ignoring his own dick and the girl attached to it, like they were just a background event.

I was the main event. Eddie was putting his dick in me and he was on a roll. I was on all fours and getting rammed hard enough that my tits were swinging every which way, slapping me in the face. It was going to be a while so I decided to strike up a conversation, cut the ice, so to speak: “Know Sorkai?”

New guy said, “Yep, we met last year. He said I should come and stay by your tribe this summer, meet his sister, Sasha.”

“So, did you meet her yet?”

“Actually no; he said she was going to be here tonight, so I don’t know what happened. I suppose I’m not likely to find her now!”

I laughed. “Actually, that’s her, sucking your cock right now!” I said, and with that, Sashi popped off, looked up at him, gave a big smile and a little wave and then got back to şişli escort business.

“Oh God! Well, nice to meet you!”

“Nieh ou mee woo nhoo, …Boris.” she hummed back, electing to talk with her mouth full this time, coming off just long enough to say his name, probably for my benefit. She pulled a hair off her tongue, licked her lips and continued: “Yikes, where are my manners? Boris,” (and with this, she addressed his wet meat, like it could understand her), “…meet Umaiapik. Umi, meet my new boyfriend Boris. And that’s Eddie, back there. Now…” …and she returned her attention to her favorite piece of Boris.

Sashi was really good, better than me. I was pretty sure she’d finish him, but not for a long time. At the first sign of eruption, she’d slow way down, so she could play with it for the longest possible time. Several guys I knew had a love/hate relationship with Sashi’s blowjobs, because they knew she’d torture them for an hour. Pretty nice torture though. Right now Boris was getting the high suction treatment and he thought he was probably going to finish any second.

Sashi wasn’t having any of that: she pulled off and took a long hard look at the wet member, palming it from underneath with her hand splayed out flat, like she was carrying a tray of drinks. It looked red-purple and ready to fire, twitched once…

“Nuht-ah.” Sasha said flicking the tip, hard, with three fingernails of her other hand, intending osmanbey escort to slow him down with a little pain. I knew from past demonstrations that he’d better behave or she’d do worse, mercilessly. But Boris was with the program. He took a couple of deep breaths and squnched his eyes shut for a moment, calming down.

“That’s better, gooood.” she approved, running one finger back and forth behind the corona. “C’mere, so Umi can see better.” She popped up to a stand, closing her hand to a tourniquet grip, and sashaying over to right in front of me, leaving Boris to waddle frantically after her as best he could, to keep his dick from leaving without him. Sasha lay down on her side, fadcing away from me, and pulled Boris to his knees.

Now I was staring right down the barrel of his gun, where I could see every vein. I noticed his balls were wet with Sashi’s spit, and sweat slicking down the fine hair on his stomach. Up on one elbow, Sashi could reach his cock, and she was after it again. She would bob down on it deep, suck slowly off, pulling hard, her cheeks hollow, then off with an audible “plup” and lick around underneath, where she could look over at me, eyes laughing. I was wrong, she was gonna finish him soon, and make sure he came all over my face. Eddie could tell it too, I knew, because he sped up from my favorite rhythm to his, hoping to encourage his orgasm right away.

At first that might not seem generous of Eddie, escort bayan taksim but this was a familiar pattern, a game. Sashi and I used to “race boys,” to see who could squirt cum on the other girl first. In fact, we did it sort of a lot! The boys figured out the game quickly enough, and did their best to participate. Of course Eddie knew the game and Sash & I both knew when he pulled out that she’d lost. He lurched up beside me, gasping, and straddled Sashi’s waist, sitting on her hip and stroking his flailing cock, leaning back and spurting right onto her breasts. Sashi squealed and tried to squirm away, but it was in jest: rules were she had to sit there and take it. Eddie rose up to his knees so he could finish right in her face, and I laughed, sorta. That dick was supposed to be in ME right now.

Sashi fought through the sleetstorm and kept stroking, using one hand to transfer cum from her face to Boris’ dick, and the other to milk out the rest of what Eddie had left. Now what was I supposed to do? I never did like this game, all that much. Boris started to cum, but he’d lost the race, so I didn’t *have* to let him spray it on me and I didn’t much feel like it, so I got weakly to my feet and stepped over a little closer to the fire, arms wrapped around my chest, not so much because I was cold. The other three were laughing, Eddie not so much and looking at me sideways: he knew I’d been cheated and was plotting how to make it up to me, probably.

I looked across the fire, saw another couple humping away, and a couple of boys drinking quietly and trying hard not to look like they were paying all their attention to the sexplay, but they were of course: boys after all…

A wide red-black shadow caught my eye at the perimeter of the firelight, Sorkai…

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Danny had gone off to the pub with his friends, and Zack had stayed in with me. Again I had quite a few glasses of wine. I sat in the chair watching the telly, and I put on a little display for my son. I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up. Zack watched me and I smiled at him. I crossed my legs the other way, making sure the nylon rubbed together.

“Do you really like mummy’s legs darling?” I cooed.

He nodded and gulped. His eyes trailed down to my foot as I slowly let my shoe slip off.

“Would you go and run me a bath honey?”

He smiled at me. 10 minutes later I stood behind him in the small bathroom. He gasped slightly at the sight of his mother in her purple panties and bra. I sat on the edge of the bath.

“Take my stockings off for me. I’m afraid I laddered one this afternoon.”

I watched his fumbling fingers as he pulled the black hold up stockings down one at a time. He seemed mesmerised as the black nylon slid down my leg to reveal a tanned leg underneath. He just knelt there when he had finished, as I stood up. I’m sure he could see the dampness in my panties. Still, just to make sure I reached up to get the shampoo. I moved forward and looked down to see his face 2 or 3 inches from my panty covered pussy. I held myself there as he moved forward. His lips brushed my pussy with just the purple panties between us.

“Can you smell mummy?” I asked.

I was now panting as much as he was. I gripped his gorgeous black locks and pulled him tighter to me.

“Oh Zack,” I groaned.

His lips gripped my panties and my pussy and he held them. I whimpered in shock and surprise, as he flicked his tongue over my wet pussy. He mumbled something deep into the folds of my panty covered pussy. My legs shook a little as he worked on me. I felt light headed, and I had to lean back on the wall. The sound of him sniffing deeply at my wet pussy made her run even more!

“Come and kiss mummy’s mouth now darling,” I panted with a gulp.

He looked so hot and flustered as we met eye to eye. He took my hand and held it gently, I felt him put it on his cock. I looked down in shock.

“Is that what you do with mummy’s underwear?”

“You don’t mind do you mum?”

I gripped his cock and began to gently pull it back and forth, through the stocking that he had put on it! I wriggled my panties down with my other hand. His sexy black eyes seemed to burn right through me. I slowly worked the hard nylon covered cock in my hand. Zack moved forward and kissed me. His tongue was forceful and yet gentle. I spread my pussy open and rubbed Zack’s cock along my pink lips.

“See how wet, you, you’ve made mummy?” I gasped.

He pushed up and slipped easily into my wet opening. He groaned and mumbled in tekirdağ escort my mouth as he continued to kiss me. I sucked his tongue in eagerly now. Lust had bubbled over; we were both so hot for each other. He fucked me still with the stocking on his cock. It was a weird sensation, but the soft black stocking seemed to stimulate every nerve in my dripping pussy. My strong boy lifted me up and backed me against the sink. I managed to get a foot on the toilet seat and another on the bath. He pounded into me with lust filled grunts. I lapped it up just as much as he did! I gasped and groaned with every thrust that lifted my whole body. I felt like a whore the way Zack fucked me. My son was fucking his mother like he would an eager slut!

“God Zack I don’t, believe you’re so, good!” I hissed frantically in his ear.

“Well you better you fucking bitch!” he growled.

The way he said the words shocked me. He wasn’t making love to his mother he was fucking the whore I mentioned a few lines ago, but it did feel good.

“You’re mine now mum, you belong to me. When I want to fuck you I will, is that clear slut!”

“Oh my god,” I screamed.

“Every time I want you I’ll have you,” he hissed as he tweaked my nipple hard.

“Call me Tina, like I’m your girlfriend. Look at me as your girlfriend from now on, not your mother. Call me Tina; it is so disrespectful to me. I’m your whore girlfriend.”

“You’re a fucking slag, Tina, Tina!” he shrieked.

I tried to kiss him but he moved his head. For an instant he almost seemed to sneer at me! Just feeling his lovely thick cock in me had my juices running. He pinched and pulled on my nipple. He just watched my expressions as I winced; he almost seemed to be enjoying the little ripples of discomfort on my face.

“Do you love mummy, I mean Tina?”

He called me Tina a few years ago. I told him he was being disrespectful and rude. Now I wanted that. He gripped my hair on the top of my head not answering One long orgasm took over my entire body.

“Tina, I want pull your hair.”

“Do it then, I’m your girlfriend not your mother. I’m sure you could find someone younger than me so I’ll let you do as you want, just to keep you my darling,” I panted.

He humped me even harder now. I just clung to his back, still shocked by son that seemed so experienced! It was like he had been fucking for years. I’ve had a few men in my time, and I know the wimps from the passionate lovers. Then there’s the next level, the masters, was my son really a master? Or was this an over excited mother talking? The way he brought me to a climax gave me the answer. My mouth opened but I couldn’t manage a sound. I shuddered and thrashed about. tokat escort My grip tightened on his back just as he started yelling. I just let him hump me until he was drained. When he finally pulled out I was gasping to get any sort of breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes, still stood on the toilet seat and the bath, and my backside perched on the sink. I could feel my breasts heaving up and down. I opened my eyes and there was my son pointing his phone at me. I climbed down only to be pushed to my knees.

“Zack you can’t take photos of…..”

My complaining was halted by my son’s cock pushing in my mouth.

“Clean me up mum, Tina, like a real slut would.”

His hand gripped my hair and I began to slurp on his cock. I couldn’t believe how quick it grew in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, or rather his phone. My objection to his filming was outweighed by my lust. I sucked greedily as his hands messed up my hair. It was like he was taunting me now. He had his mum just where he wanted her, on her knees sucking his lovely thick cock!

“You fucking whore!” he spat.

His hand was on the back of my head with his fingers spread wide. His cock just grew and grew in my mouth! I put my hand on his thigh, trying to stop his eager thrusts that threatened to choke me. He nudged my hand away quite roughly, and this time he gripped my hair. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he was trying to choke me on purpose. I suppose he was so turned he didn’t hear my gagging on his cock! I wanted to tell him to slow down a little. He was now dictating the pace, his hand was almost pulling my mouth right off his cock, and then it would plunge me back down until my lips hit the base! I coughed and struggled but I swallowed everything I could. This really must have turned Zack on, as his mouth opened and he squeaked in disbelief. He pulled out of my mouth and I left it hanging open. I wanted him to pump the dregs into my mouth; he seemed to miss the target on purpose. Spunk splattered on my chin and then a last big squirt went right up my nose.

“I love you mum,” he mumbled.

I smiled trying to catch the dribble coming out of my nostril. I hoped I didn’t look too messy, but then again maybe Zack would like the ‘just fucked slut look’ of his mother!

“So Brian has definitely left her then?”

I was still daydreaming about my night with Zack a few weeks ago, “Yeah, still I don’t think she’s much better than her sister.”

“But I thought she was having Zack to stay?” Danny asked, as he grabbed one of the cakes I had just baked.

“Look Zack has started work, I don’t want to up root him until we are sure you want the job. Besides if Zack helps her with the mortgage trabzon escort for awhile, she won’t bleed my brother dry.”

“Tina I mean it I really want this job to work. We could buy a house there it’s cheaper up north.”

I smacked his hand away from another cake, “I told you we rent until you’re sure, I’m not dragging Zack there while he’s happy.”

I thought about Zack again. I wanted my son with me but I had to get away from sexual side between Zack and me. I knew it wasn’t right, but it felt so wonderful. As for Danny, well, we seemed to be arguing more than I liked. But Zack was here first and Danny would just have to understand that.

“Tina we could buy something, it’s worth it.”

“No!” I snapped at him.

“God you really are being selfish, this is just about pleasing him isn’t it?”

“No it’s not, I’m giving up everything to move up there, I won’t know anyone and nor will Zack,” I grizzled.

He shook his head and gave me that bloody awful stare of his.

“Maybe you should have married your boy?” he hissed, as he walked to the lounge.

I hit him on the back of the head with the tea towel. He said ouch sarcastically and threw it back.

I went in to Zack’s room to watch him pack.

“Darling you will tell me if Aunt Sylvia bullies you won’t you? Make sure you only give her the money we agreed. If she can’t manage after that then she’ll have to work longer hours.”

“I can handle her mum.”

He looked past me to see if Danny was about. He pushed the bedroom door closed and pressed his lips against me. I struggled briefly but his hot tongue soon had me gasping.

“Zack we can’t do this anymore,” I whispered.

He placed my hand on his hard cock, and pushed me to my knees.

“Go on Tina, hey maybe I should start calling you Tina in front of him?”

“Zack if Danny comes in……Oh fuck it,” I whimpered giving in, and then I sucked him into my mouth.

“I’m seeing a girl now mum, Sabrina, Tommy’s ex, you know my friend from school?”

I tried to push off him but he just held my head.

“So you fucked him did you mum? You fucked him he told me.”

I was still in shock as Zack fired into my mouth. That little bastard Tommy just had to tell him, didn’t he? But was Zack punishing me now? Zack pushed me back on my heels. I just looked up at him with a worried expression.

“My mum the local whore!” he spat.

“I love you darling don’t be angry,” I sobbed.

He shrugged pulling me up to my feet. I went to rub his cheek to sooth him, but he just caught my hand.

“I’m sorry Zack, please forgive me?”

He nodded slowly like he was considering it. He dropped to his knees and he slowly tugged my panties down. I stepped out of them and raised my skirt. I moved forward just thrilled that he was going to lick me. His hand stopped me and he pulled my skirt back into place. My smile dropped as he picked up my wet panties and put them under his pillow.

“Can you go now I need to phone Sabrina?” he said coldly.

I went back out of his room and brushed away a tear.

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My morning appointments finished early and I had time to kill before lunch and my afternoon schedule. I was nearby my brother’s house and decided to pop in for a visit.

He was on vacation so I hoped to find him home. When I arrived the driveway was empty so I assumed no one was home, I knocked on the door and no one answered. I slipped my business card with a quick note in the door and started down the steps back to my car. As I reached the bottom step I looked up to see Bill’s wife Barb pulling into the drive.

I waited there and watched her step from her car. She was in heels and a sharp looking business suit. Her skirt came just above her knee and I got a great look at her legs. Her massive, and I mean huge, tits strained against the conservative jacket and white blouse she wore.

We embraced in the drive and she gave me a sweet peck right on the lips. She quickly took a finger and wiped the lipstick from my lips. Barb invited me in for a cool drink while explaining that my brother had taken advantage of the nice early spring weather and was batman escort away on the golf course.

Her tits strained even more against the sheer fabric of her blouse as she shed her jacket. I could clearly make out the lace trim of her bra and the impressions of her nipples in the fabric. My cock stirred.

Barb was up on her tippy-toes as she reached into the cabinet for some glasses. Her fine ass and shapely legs only made the situation in my pants more noticeable. Thankfully the stretch-lace panties I was wearing held my hard cock somewhat in check.

She was having a little trouble reaching for a glass so she asked me to get it. I came around the counter and she smirked as she stared at my crotch. I quickly reached for the glass and turned to hand it to her only to catch one of her breasts with my hand.

“Oh”, she whispered, “That felt nice!”

Without warning we found ourselves in a deep kiss as she mashed he wonderful tits into my chest. Our passion was electric. Wordlessly yalova escort she led me to her bedroom. Her skirt and blouse didn’t make it that far. She tossed them off on the steps and in the hallway and stood before me in only her heels, bra, panties, and stockings. The crotch of her panties was noticeably damp.

She came to me and rubbed my cock through my pants. I was a bit apprehensive as she undid my belt and slid the zipper down. She reached into my pants to grab my cock. I could feel her hand rubbing over the delicious lace fabric of my panties. She paused for a moment and looked me in the eye.

“Wow”, she squealed, “Very kinky- me like kinky!!!”

With that she went straight to her knees and dropped my pants to the floor. I pulled off my shirt as she worked my stiff bone through the crotch of my panties. I was in heaven as her expert lips worked the length of my cock. She looked up at me as she took me deeper and deeper into her throat. She pinched and tweaked her nipples as she gained momentum and I began to face-fuck ordu escort her. I warned her I was close to blowing my wad and she only worked her mouth faster and faster up and down my cock. I came thunderously, deep in her throat, and she swallowed every drop.

She got up and lay back on the bed. I pulled her panties down and she raised her hips as I slid them over her ass. I dove for her trimmed bush and savored her musky twat. In only minutes I had her quivering with an orgasm and then another. I continued to lick her pussy and suck her clit until she came at least three more times. I then slid up her sweaty stomach and pushed the cups of her bra atop her breasts. I spent a long time kissing and licking, squeezing, kneading and sucking her wonderful tits.

As my cock stirred to new life I turned Barb on her stomach and pulled her up on all fours. I ever so slowly penetrated her to the hilt. I pulled out slowly till just the tip of my cock was in her. I paused for a few moments and slowly penetrated her pussy once more. I continued this until she began to ride my cock at her on pace. In a short time she was riding me hard. We fucked for a very long time before she and I collapsed in a simultaneous earth shattering climax.

We were sitting on the sun porch when Bill arrived home, my afternoon appointments all rescheduled due to a “family thing”.

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Kapitel 17

In dem umgeräumt wird

Als Felix am nächsten Morgen wach wurde, war Schwester Barbara nicht mehr im Zimmer. Nachdem er zärtlich seinen Herrn geweckt hatte, der wie immer morgens den Schlaf des Gerechten schlief, räumten die beiden Elias Zimmer wieder auf und gingen dann nachsehen, was Schwester Barbara wohl treiben mochte.

Sie fanden sie gleich im Nebenzimmer, wo sie nackt und fröhlich im Schneidersitz auf dem Boden saß, während ein grinsender Meister Leon hinter ihr kniete und mit einer Bürste ihre Haare kämmte. Man konnte auch streicheln dazu sagen, so vorsichtig und konzentriert ging er zu Werke.

“Guten Morgen Elias, guten Morgen Felix. Leon war zufällig heute Morgen zur gleichen Zeit in der Waschküche wie ich und hat mir freundlicherweise gezeigt, wie die Dusche funktioniert. Wir haben uns dann gegenseitig eingeseift, nicht wahr? Das hier ist jetzt ein Sonderservice, den bekommt er gleich extra vergütet.”

Damit griff Sie mit beiden Händen nach hinten an Meister Leons Oberschenkel, was dessen Grinsen noch breiter werden ließ. Meister Leon war ein schwieriger Fall. Felix wusste nicht genau, was und ob ihm überhaupt etwas fehlte, aber er sprach wenig, wenn, dann nur stockend und man musste ihm alles genau erklären, manchmal mehrfach.

Dabei war er älter als Felix, mindestens Mitte zwanzig wie sein Herr Elias, auch war er ohne weiteres in der Lage, seine Wünsche deutlich zu machen und durchzusetzen, halt nur ein bisschen langsam. Selbst Meister Niklas entwickelte eine Engelsgeduld mit ihm und sorgte unauffällig dafür, dass Meister Leon gegenüber seinen fixeren Kumpels nicht allzu sehr zu kurz kam. Das mit dem Zufall konnte Felix daher nicht glauben, viel wahrscheinlicher hatte Schwester Barbara ihn geweckt und mit in die Waschküche genommen.

“Wenn ihr beiden euch beeilt, habt ihr sogar noch ein bisschen warmes Wasser im Tank.”

Das war am Morgen eine Gelegenheit, die man sich nicht entgehen lassen konnte. Felix durfte seinen Herrn sogar einseifen, mit Happy End.

Als sie dann am Frühstückstisch saßen, beziehungsweise daneben knieten in Felix Fall, hatte sich ein betörender Kaffeeduft im Haus ausgebreitet, der offenbar sogar Meister Julian geweckt hatte. Das war ein noch seltenerer Luxus als der Kakao gestern, und Meister Niklas fühlte sich bemüßigt zu erläutern:

“Felix hat gemeint, dass Du gleich wieder flüchten würdest, Barbara, wenn wir hier keinen Kaffee haben. Wie ich gehört habe, kommt der Betrieb im Krankenhaus schneller zum Stehen, wenn der Kaffee ausgeht, als wenn die Medikamente alle sind. Du kannst Dich also bei Felix bedanken.”

“Ich bedanke mich vor allem bei Euch, Meister Niklas.”

Antwortete Schwester Barbara. Sie war immer noch vollkommen nackt, obwohl sie das nicht musste, anders als Felix. Aber es machte ihr anscheinend nichts aus, sie bewegte sich völlig selbstverständlich und strahlte auch schon wieder ihre natürliche Autorität aus. Jetzt stand sie überraschend schnell auf, ließ sich vor Meister Niklas auf die Knie fallen und küsste ihm die Füße!

“Herr, was habe ich nur getan, dass Du mich so strafen musst?”

Meister Niklas warf die Arme in gespielter Verzweiflung gen Himmel.

“Mein Volk betet die falschen Götter an, und jetzt übernehmen auch noch die Perversen die Herrschaft. Schick doch lieber die sieben Plagen, das war schöner.”

Während des allgemeinen Gelächters musste Felix daran denken, wie Schwester Barbara innerhalb nicht einmal eines Tages die Stimmung auf dem Hof verändert hatte. Meister Niklas wirkte, als sei eine Last von seinen Schultern gefallen, so locker hatte ihn Felix nie erlebt. Jetzt sagte er:

“Ich habe gehört, unser Leon war heute Morgen zur rechten Zeit am rechten Ort, was Leon?”

Der angesprochene hatte ein Grinsen im Gesicht, das von Ohr zu Ohr reichte. Offenbar war die Vergütung für den Extraservice zu seiner Zufriedenheit ausgefallen. Schwester Barbara, die Felix mit einem Griff an die Schulter am Aufstehen gehindert hatte und hinter Meister Julian und Meister Leon am Herd stand, um die Kaffeekanne zu holen, drehte sich um, trat zu den beiden und sagte:

“Oh ja, den Figaro buche ich jetzt öfter, ist auch gar nicht zu teuer.”

Sie griff dabei spielerisch in Meister Leons Nacken, was dessen Grinsen überhaupt nicht bremste. Jetzt stand sie hinter Meister Julian.

“Du musst Dich aber nicht zurückgesetzt fühlen, Julian. Ich wollte Euch fragen, Meister Niklas, ob ich das Zimmer, das Ihr mir so wunderbar zugedacht habt, ein bisschen umgestalten darf. Und dabei könnte ich sicherlich zwei starke Arme gebrauchen, Eure Erlaubnis vorausgesetzt, Meister Niklas.”

Damit hatte sie nicht nur geschickt die Frage nach dem Zimmerumbau mit der Frage verknüpft, ob Julian nicht mal wieder Orgasmusverbot hatte, was öfters vorzukommen pflegte, sondern auch ihre Gunst gleichmäßig verteilt. Die beiden Jungen hatte sie schon im Griff, phänomenal! Sie fasste Meister Julian mit beiden caddebostan escort Hände an den Oberarmen, beugte sich von hinten über ihn und gab ihm einen schnellen Kuss auf die Stirn. Dabei legte sie ihm ihre Brüste fast auf die Schultern. Meister Julian wurde sogar rot!

“Erlaubnis erteilt und Erlaubnis erteilt, vorausgesetzt Du kommst nicht auf die Idee, irgendeinen Deckenbalken rauszunehmen, dass uns hier der Schuppen zusammenfällt. Lach nicht, die Jungens würden das sicherlich ohne nachzudenken für Dich machen, wenn der Preis stimmt.”

“Nicht doch, Meister Niklas, da würde ich mir ja selber schaden. Habt Ihr übrigens noch welche von diesen Edelstahlblechen mit dem Ring, wie ich sie in der Waschküche gesehen habe? Leon hat mir erzählt, dass sie selbstgemacht sind. Die sind klasse!”

“Wenn ich mich nicht völlig täusche habe ich damals wirklich ein paar mehr gemacht, ich hatte schon geahnt, dass sie einmal nützlich sein würden. So vier oder fünf müssten noch da sein. Ich zeige Julian gleich, wo sie liegen, dann kannst Du sie Dir nehmen. Stöbere ruhig an der Stelle ein bisschen herum, vielleicht findest Du noch mehr, was Dich auf Ideen bringt. Bei den Blechen bin ich mal gespannt, wie Du die bei Dir im Zimmer anbringen willst. Der Ring hat eine Schraube, das ist sicher kein Problem. Aber bei den Blechen habe ich damals die für die Waschküche einfach von hinten mit Kunstharz zugekleistert und sie dann nach dem Aushärten wie Fliesen verklebt. Das wird bei Dir im Zimmer bestimmt interessant. Es sei denn, Du willst nur die Ringe?”

“Keineswegs, Meister Niklas. Ich lege sogar gesteigerten Wert auf die Bleche, die Tatsache, dass die Ringe versenkbar sind, ist das, was mich an ihnen reizt. Keine Sorge, ich werde ihnen schon den gebührenden Platz im Zimmer verschaffen, ohne das Gebäude abzubrechen.”

Felix hatte fast den ganzen Tag reichlich zu tun, der Gemüsegarten war die Woche über natürlich vernachlässigt worden, außerdem verlangten die Waschküche und das Toilettenhäuschen nach Aufmerksamkeit. Nach gewissenhafter Aufmerksamkeit, denn schließlich war ja eine Dame anwesend.

Sein Herr hatte sich den Tag über in seinen Büchern vergraben, kam aber am Nachmittag seinen Jungen suchen, Elias hatte nämlich Küchendienst heute. Also schaute Felix, was noch an Gemüse geerntet werden musste. Anschließend schälten und kochten sie Kartoffeln, schnitten Gemüse und setzten schließlich zwei volle Auflaufformen in den Backofen. Meister Niklas hatte Käse eingekauft, der war auch noch obendrauf gekommen.

Bis zum Abendessen hatten sie daher ein wenig Leerlauf. Felix wusste inzwischen, wie er seinen Herrn anfassen musste, also standen sie ganz selbstverständlich vor Schwester Barbaras Zimmer, damit Felix seine Neugier befriedigen konnte. Und der kurze Ausflug hatte sich gelohnt. Meister Julian und Schwester Barbara hatten das Zimmer fast komplett ausgeräumt, nur ein kleiner Spind und ein Stuhl waren übrig geblieben. Das Bettgestell war auch verschwunden, nur die Matratze lag auf dem Boden.

“Ich fand das gestern bei euch so gemütlich. Das ist natürlich keine Dauerlösung, ich wollte mal nach einem Futon schauen der groß genug für drei ist.”

Erklärte Schwester Barbara mit einem schelmischen Lächeln. Sie saß auf dem Boden und arbeitete gerade daran, das vierte Blech in den Dielenboden einzulassen. Die ersten drei waren schon sauber im Boden versenkt und bildeten mit dem vierten ein großes Rechteck um den Platz, den Schwester Barbara sich für ihr großes Bett vorstellte. Felix schielte unauffällig zu seinem Herrn auf. Der guckte genauso fassungslos wie er selber.

Schwester Barbara hatte die Rückseite des Blechs mit einer schwarzen Farbe bestrichen und setzte es jetzt an seinen Platz. Dann schlug sie mit ihrem Klopfholz leicht darauf. Nachdem sie das Blech wieder abgehoben hatte, konnte man in der Vertiefung darunter erkennen, wo noch Holz weggenommen werden musste, denn dort hatte sich die schwarze Farbe übertragen. Schwester Barbara griff zu einem Stecheisen und meißelte geschickt etwas Holz hier und etwas Holz dort weg, dann wiederholte sie das Ganze. Man konnte regelrecht zusehen wie das Abbild des Blechs im Holz besser wurde.

“In einer guten halben Stunde können wir essen.”

Meinte Elias.

“Oh, das ist gut, ich habe Hunger! Ich bin hier gleich so weit, dann kann ich mich noch bequem waschen gehen, Danke fürs zeitige Bescheid geben.”

Felix hatte inzwischen bemerkt, dass Schwester Barbara auch an den Deckenbalken Ringe befestigt hatte, dazu passend Umlenkrollen in der Nähe der Wände. Na, sie macht ganz sicher keine halben Sachen, dachte Felix bei sich.

Nach dem Abendessen saßen Meister Niklas, Schwester Barbara und Elias auf der Bank vor dem Haus. Felix saß wie gewohnt auf den Fersen neben seinem Herrn.

“Ich will mich ja gar nicht beschweren, Barbara, aber so wie Du heute die Ringe in die Dielen eingelassen hast, anadolu yakası escort das hätte ich nicht besser gekonnt. Ach, wem will ich hier was vormachen: Das kannst Du glatt besser als ich. Ich fürchte fast, mir bleibt demnächst nur noch der Bürokram übrig. Wo hast Du das gelernt? Im Krankenhaus hoffentlich nicht.”

“Nein, Meister Niklas, obwohl ich da auch mit dem Auge an jeder unsauberen Holzarbeit hängenbleibe und am liebsten mein Werkzeug holen würde… Mein Vater hat mir das Schnitzen beigebracht. Er ist gelernter Bildschnitzer, oder besser gesagt: Er war es — seine Hände wollen nicht mehr so recht. Ich liebe es, mit Holz zu arbeiten. Ich könnte jetzt sagen, dass hier auf dem Hof jede Menge für mich zu tun ist, bei dem vielen Holz, aber das stimmt gar nicht. Ihr haltet alles wunderbar in Schuss, Meister Niklas.”

“Ich danke für das Kompliment. Du hast übrigens meine Stecheisen so scharf geschliffen, dass ich mich morgen damit rasieren könnte.”

“Mein Vater sagt immer, dass die meiste Arbeit schon getan ist, wenn das Werkzeug erst mal richtig scharf ist. Der Rest geht dann viel leichter. Ich hoffe, es stört Euch nicht, dass ich mich an Euren Werkzeugen vergriffen habe?”

“Überhaupt nicht. Du musst mir unbedingt zeigen wie man sie so scharf bekommt.”

Felix schaute zu seinem Herrn auf und sah wieder das gleiche fassungslose Gesicht wie eben. Die Verwandlung von Meister Niklas war fast schon unheimlich. Aber natürlich hatte er immer noch ein scharfes Auge und eine ebenso scharfe Zunge:

“So, ich gehe mal nachsehen, was meine Jungen so machen, dann könnt ihr drei euch in Ruhe über Füße unterhalten oder darüber, wie ich vorzeitig altersmilde werde. Elias, Du hast übrigens die Erlaubnis, Barbara an einem der neuen Ringe festzuketten, damit sie nicht wegläuft. Falls sie es doch tut, setze ich Julian und Leon auf ihre Fährte, die bringen sie garantiert wieder.”

“Keine Sorge Meister Niklas, wenn Ihr mich hier weg haben wollt, müsstet Ihr mich tragen.”

“Gute Nacht ihr drei Perversen.”

Nachdem sie zu dritt eine Weile schweigend dem Wald zugehört hatten, rutschte Schwester Barbara auf der Bank ein Stück zur Seite, drehte sich dann und legte sich quer auf die Bank auf den Rücken, mit dem Kopf auf Elias Schoß. Der schaute ihr lange und wortlos in die Augen, beugte sich dann zu ihr herunter und küsste sie, während seine rechte Hand ihren nackten Oberkörper erkundete. Die linke hingegen spürte Felix auf seiner Brust sanfte Tätigkeit entfalten.

Danach drehte Schwester Barbara sich zu Elias hin und löste den Strick von seinen Hüften. Während sie den Strick geschickt und keineswegs weniger fest als sein Herr um Felix Penis und Hoden schlang, sagte sie:

“Ich hatte eigentlich Deinen Herrn gebeten, Dich für heute Nacht an mich auszuleihen, aber ich glaube, ich lade euch einfach beide zu mir ein.”

Damit führte sie Felix am Strick, nahm Elias bei der Hand und sie gingen zu dritt ins Haus. In Barbaras Zimmer angekommen wurden Felix seine Hände — von Schwester Barbara — auf den Rücken gefesselt, anschließend gab sie ihm ihre Füße zum Küssen. Felix schwebte im siebten Himmel. Er liebkoste den wunderschönen Fuß mit seinen Lippen, lutschte an den Zehen, leckte die Fußsohle sauber und wiederholte das Ganze dann noch am anderen Fuß.

Sein Herr, der in der Zwischenzeit die auf dem Rücken liegende Schwester Barbara mit seinen Fingern und seinem Mund mehrmals zum Höhepunkt gebracht hatte, kniete sich jetzt hinter Felix, benutzte reichlich Gleitmittel und nahm ihn dann. Schwester Barbara erhob sich, hockte sich über Felix Kopf und konnte so Elias küssen, während sie gleichzeitig Felix weiterhin die Möglichkeit gab, wenigstens einen ihrer Füße anzubeten.

Felix war erstaunt, wie lange sein Herr durchhielt, bevor er in ihm kam. Es war bis jetzt schon ein ausgesprochen erfreulicher Abend gewesen, aber es sollte noch besser kommen. Sein Herr und Schwester Barbara fesselten ihn weit ausgebreitet an die vier neuen Ringe im Boden des Zimmers. Schwester Barbara streichelte sogar seine Füße dabei!

Elias hatte Felix ein Kissen unter den Po gelegt, sodass jetzt sein Becken mit den hochgebundenen Genitalien den höchsten Punkt seines Körpers darstellte. Felix lag nackt und vollkommen hilflos vor den beiden, die ihn zunächst einmal nicht beachteten und stattdessen sich gegenseitig streichelten, was den aufs Zuschauen beschränkten Felix noch weiter erregte. Dann ging Schwester Barbara an ihren Spind und holte dort eine lange Rute heraus, wie man sie früher in der Schule zum Züchtigen benutzt haben mochte.

“Mit besten Grüßen von Meister Niklas.”

Sagte Schwester Barbara und setzte einen gezielten Schlag auf Felix Oberschenkel. Der hätte sich einen Schrei kaum verkneifen können, hätte nicht gleichzeitig sein Herr seinen Mund mit seinen Lippen verschlossen. So küsste Elias seinen Jungen und streichelte die dudullu escort Körperstellen, die gerade nicht Ziel von Schwester Barbaras Rute waren. Felix bezweifelte, dass sie noch irgendetwas von Meister Niklas lernen musste. Ihre Meisterschaft stand der von Meister Niklas sicher in nichts nach.

Um auch seinen Rücken und vor allem seinen Po gebührend bearbeiten zu können wurden Felix Hände statt am Boden an zwei Ringe an der Decke gehängt, sodass er — halb stehend, halb hängend — wiederum hilflos der Züchtigung ausgeliefert war. Sein Herr hatte ihm einen großen Knebel in den Mund gesteckt und wechselte sich jetzt mit Schwester Barbara an der Rute ab. Felix litt und genoss gleichzeitig.

Schließlich wurde er wieder auf den Rücken gelegt. Schwester Barbara hob seinen Kopf mit einer Hand an, sodass Felix sehen konnte, was nun mit ihm passieren würde. Er sah seinen Herrn grinsend mit der Rute an seinen Füßen hocken, während Schwester Barbara mit ihrer freien Hand seinen Penis fest umfasste. Dann ließ sie seinen Kopf los und griff stattdessen nach Felix Hoden. Der hätte inzwischen gar keine Fesseln mehr gebraucht.

Er lieferte sich vollkommen aus. Sein Herr war mit der Rute an seinen Füßen fast zärtlich und streichelte sie zwischendurch immer wieder. Dafür wusste Schwester Barbara auch bei ihrer neuen Tätigkeit ganz genau, was sie tat. Sie hatte Felix in kürzester Zeit kurz vor seinem Höhepunkt und hielt ihn dort. Und hielt ihn — lange. Zwischendurch knetete sie seine Hoden gerade auf der Schmerzschwelle, kniff seine Brustwarzen oder schlug ihm mit der flachen Hand auf Bauch oder Oberschenkel. Felix stöhnte und keuchte in seinen Knebel. Schließlich fragte Schwester Barbara:

“Na was meinst Du, sollen wir ihn erlösen?”

Felix konnte das Nicken seines Herrn nicht sehen, aber er konnte am festen Griff von Schwester Barbaras Hand und ihrem schnelleren Tempo erkennen, dass er zugestimmt haben musste. Mit einem Schrei entlud sich Felix Spannung und er spritzte sein Sperma in weitem Bogen auf seinen eigenen nackten Körper. Wieder und wieder, der Orgasmus schien gar kein Ende nehmen zu wollen. Schwester Barbara molk ihn bis zum letzten Tropfen. Sein Herr war ein echter Meister mit Mund und Händen, aber Schwester Barbara konnte durchaus mit ihm mithalten.

Nachdem sich Felix etwas erholt hatte, nahm Schwester Barbara ihm den Knebel aus dem Mund und hockte sich über seinen Kopf. Felix wusste, dass er gegen die Fähigkeiten seines Herrn ein Dilettant war, aber er bemühte sich redlich. Schwester Barbara duftete herrlich und machte es ihm einfach, indem sie ihn durch die Bewegung ihres Beckens führte. Bevor sie ihn mit mehreren ihrer Orgasmen belohnte, spürte Felix wie sein Herr ihm die Fußfesseln löste. Er zog die Beine an und spreizte sie weit, um seinen Herrn einzuladen. Der nahm die Einladung an und drang wieder in Felix ein. Das tat ziemlich weh, aber es war Felix völlig egal. Er gehörte seinem Herrn und seiner Herrin — auch wenn diese nicht so genannt werden wollte — und diente ihnen mit seinem Körper.

Anschließend lagen sie nebeneinander. Felix, der diesmal in der Mitte liegen durfte, bekam abwechselnd von rechts und links eine Wasserflasche gereicht, spürte die Körper seines Herrn und seiner Herrin und war noch selten so glücklich gewesen.

Nach langem zufriedenen Schweigen sagte Schwester Barbara:

“Was meint ihr, ich wollte mir den Holzschnitt “Traum der Fischersfrau” hier übers Bett hängen, wäre das nicht passend?”

“Ist das nicht dieses Bild von Hokusai, der auch die vielen Ansichten vom Berg Fuji gemacht hat, Schwester Barbara?”

“Ja genau, kennst Du das auch, Elias?”

“Tut mir leid, dazu fällt mir jetzt nichts ein.”

“Das ist ein Bild mit viel Text daneben, wie ein früher Comic. Eine Frau liegt auf dem Rücken und wird von zwei Oktopussen — Oktopi? — Oktopussies? — egal, Kraken! — verwöhnt, einem großen und einem kleinen. Es geht auch überraschend deutlich zur Sache, die beiden… Kraken sind mit ihren Schnäbeln und ihren zweimal acht Armen richtig aktiv, während die Frau die Beine spreizt und die beiden machen lässt. Ich will mich mit euch beiden genauso fühlen. Vielleicht kriege ich ja einen Nachdruck und einen schönen Rahmen.”

“Das ist sicher eine gute Idee, Schwester Barbara. Ich fand den deutschen Titel übrigens immer ein bisschen unfair.”

“Warum denn, Felix?”

“Weil das Bild im Original zwar keinen Titel hat, die Japaner aber eher ‘Muscheltaucherin mit Oktopus’ dazu sagen, Schwester Barbara. ‘Fischersfrau’ hört sich an, als würde sich die untreue Gattin an Land mit dem letzten Fang amüsieren, während der Ehemann auf See im Schweiße seines Angesichts für das Einkommen sorgt. ‘Muscheltaucherin’ dagegen wirkt so, als ob sie die beiden Kerle selbst an Land gezogen hätte.”

“Das stimmt eigentlich. Aber bei ‘Traum der Fischersfrau’ muss man sich keine Gedanken über die Mehrzahl von ‘Oktopus’ machen. Egal, man kann ja eh nichts lesen, ist alles japanisch. Ich bin mal gespannt, was Meister Niklas dazu sagen wird.”

“Ich tippe mal auf — nichts, Schwester Barbara. Es ist nämlich kein einziger Fuß auf dem Bild zu sehen, nur Arme.”

“Unterschätzt Niklas nicht, ihr zwei. Ich wette, dass er das Bild sieht und euch sofort übersetzt, was daneben an Text steht, mit ironischem Kommentar, ihr werdets sehen.”

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I’d always wondered what went on behind the scenes of those carnivals and circus-like sideshows that seemed to spread across the local strip-mall parking lots here in Florida. Since it was Halloween weekend, the theme of the most recent cluster of rides, cotton candy and games of (no) chance was ghosts and goblins and demons Oh my! People were showing up dressed in their favorite costumes or at least in whatever was left at the store. My wife and child had hit the grounds running at noon when it opened; it was now an hour later and I was just showing up to check out the tight dresses, pretty mommies, and college student hotties that always filled these spectacles. I mean, I was there to join my wife and daughter at the fair.

The purple/green outfit of my wife was easy enough to find but my daughter was nowhere to be seen. “She found a friend and her mom and they took off 20 minutes ago.” I was informed. “I know you hate the rides but they’ve got a neat-looking House of Horrors at the other end that is really huge and scary looking. Want to check it out?” I kind of smiled and figured: What the hell?! Might be fun at that. What I saw surprised me some. Instead of a cheesy make- shift veneer with ghouls painted quickly all over it was a formidable looking house that had been assembled on the southeast corner of the parking lot up against the side of the mall itself.

Cathy was already sprinting towards the front door while I trailed behind. Handing the barker out front her ticket stub, she was quickly ushered inside while I started sprinting forward to catch up before she was lost in the dark interior of the dank smelling shell. They didn’t seem as anxious to take my ticket as they had appeared to be about taking my wife’s but I finally got in only to realize that my chances of finding anything were about zero. Webs and streamers and ropes and what appeared at first bump to be whips and cat-o-nine-tails escort bayan kadıköy were hanging from the very dimly lit interior’s ceiling.

Then I could hear the first of what were to be several screams, moans and howls. A quick flash of light in the distance must have had a blinding rather than revealing effect on the person or persons who were up close to it. My eyes were seeing nothing but blue dots and I was at least 30 feet away from the quick light flash. Two steps farther and I bumped into someone soft, high-breasted and fragrant. “Sorry” I started to apologize when she suddenly pulled me close and proceeded to envelop me in a mixture of arms, hands, leg, and something that felt like, no, WAS nylon cord! “What the f..” was all I could get out before my hands were fixed behind my back in the cord.

Still, it was not an altogether uncomfortable feeling, what with those big boobs pressed into my back and my hands still free enough to grab a couple of fingers full of pussy. And, whoever it was, did not show any desire to back off or let go. The light flashed again and I thought I saw the outline of my wife’s body being pulled into a small booth about 15 feet up ahead, where I reasoned the side of the mall to be. Maybe the store at that end had an outside door that they were using for the spook house. The store (a drug store, I think) was opening later today. About this time, I bumped into a door myself. Had I actually been struggling with my captors? I didn’t remember even moving, but I was aware of moving forward in the direction I thought the door had been.

Now I was back in an air-conditioned room, thank you…whomever…and still a prisoner of Zenda or Zelda or….”Stand up tall!” she bellowed. Was she yelling at me, at my wife, at both of us, at someone else? Squinting around the room, I realized that escort bayan kartal it was still almost impossible to see anything. The breasts were now pushing me forward again onto what felt like a waveless waterbed. It was much larger than your basic waterbed though-maybe a tarp suspended over a small pool. And we were not alone on/in the pool. Moans, and groans and what sounded like an orgasmic scream that had been squelched a bit were arising from all parts of the room. I’d thought that $10 was an expensive ticket for this place , but now I was not so sure. The voice I heard groaning very nearby me seemed very familiar. A bit of light sneaking in from one of those flashes outside flashed in the briefly opened doorway revealed my wife of 20 years with her mouth around a huge black dick that was protruding up from our common floating surface. Someone else had a tongue buried in her own snatch thereby causing that familiar groan that I was hearing. The room went dark again and those big breasts at my back were lifting me up onto my knees while making sure the nylon cord around my wrists were still tight.

As I was pulled backwards onto her soft pillows I was now aware of a soft pair of hands pulling my dick out of my jeans and rubbing some massage oil onto my rapidly growing member. Hot breath made the oil warm significantly but soon a condom was being unrolled over the hot sticky fluid. And onto my grateful dick. Suddenly I could feel that those breasts poking me in the back were no longer confined in their pointy brassiere. They were catching me in the ear. Her warm and hairy pussy was pushing into my back while the masseuse at my front began giving my testicles an unparalleled oral massage. I had seen hundreds of people enter this carnival attraction but only a few seemed to be nearby. Had we been picked, set up, selected at random? escort bayan maltepe I did remember my wife insisting that we go….If only I could get these hands loose….yes, there it was, I had untied the knot my breasty hunter had tied me with. Time to turn the tables, or at least time to turn my ass around and check Ms. Bodacious out. Surprisingly, I now met little resistance.

The little nymphette who had been massaging my balls turned her ministrations to my ass and back side. My hands were busy now too, massaging those D cups that had been pleasuring my back for the past few minutes. She was licking my ears biting my nipples and generally not fighting at all. Quickly she reached to my ass and pulled me, dick first, towards her. In one quick motion I was buried to the hilt in a warm, wet, tight, gooey, runny sort of a hole…okay, I was balls deep in her pussy, is where I was. And she was bucking like a bronco in heat. I felt as if Mr. Happy had grown an inch more than ever before. I was pounded hard and heavy, hither and yon and up and down on the huge waterbed. Just as I was about to cum, my “masseuse” stuck her tongue in my ass causing me to shudder forth and bury myself as deeply as I could into that tight love box that was now squeezing me gently to milk the last drop of loving out of me.I could swear I could almost remember the feeling. Surely this was an old lover, not some random stranger(s).

And not too far away, I could hear that familiar groan and a whispered: “Please, you too” from that voice I knew so well followed by: Deeper, harder, more, oh, oh, oh.” I crawled in the direction of the groans only to realize that I was in a sort of crawl-line of men also headed for the sound. The line got shorter and the voice got louder. When it was my turn I was surprised to see that my wife was taking on any and all comers. And very successfully from the river of cum that was flowing past her ass.

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Innocence

The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep into work and career that I had come close to burning out.

My life at forty was going well by some standards, but it was also a bit of a mess. On the executive career track at the company, my MBA finally paying off, I was putting in long hours and had paid the price. Several prices actually. My marriage had flamed out when I found my husband cheating two years earlier and the divorce was bitter and costly. Making a lot more money than he did turned out to not be such an advantage after all. Paying him alimony was a constant thorn. I had tried to make time for him, but he never could adjust to my success and had taken to playing around with my money, while I was away on business. When he started playing around the neighbourhood, I was taken aside by an irate husband down the street and the jig was up. The thought that my ex was still having a rollicking good time off of my support, was something I just had to let go. It never seemed to let go. Never having time for children as I worked my way up the ladder, was another price I had paid. Well, at least I wasn’t paying child support as well.

At forty, I was still a “fine figure of a woman” as my last boyfriend had said. I had managed to maintain my slim figure with my still firm A-cup breasts. I had a conventionally pretty face and kept my hair short but neatly styled. My last boyfriend thought I was more like thirty in appearance, but he also wouldn’t put up with a girlfriend who was gone half the time and tired the other half. Why did the men seem to be able to run the world, have a life and still have energy? Because, I thought, they ran the world but the women did the work. At least it seemed that way at the company. All of my business ideas were taken into consideration, passed up and then came back as some guy’s idea that I had to implement. It was one of the costs of doing business. I paid the costs. I did try to work out at least twice a week, and always did so when on the road, as it kept me out of the bars and lounges, with their ever present lounge lizards ready to feed. Admittedly, on the road, I had on a few occasions let some guy seduce me, pretending to not know how they played the game. But that was only after the separation. The sex was all right, and on one very special occasion, an older gentleman showed me what a truly skilled lover can do for a woman.

Slow, rhythmic and sultry thrusts, steady and continuous, for what seemed like hours had given me more deep orgasms than I had believed possible. He had played me like I was a fine violin, effortlessly moving me from position to position, his older, poorly muscled body doing what no young lover had ever done for me. His “old man cock”, thick and not all that hard, was massaging in me, not unlike a large and soft toy. Occasionally applying more lube, as I couldn’t possibly stay wet for that amount of time, he masterfully gave my vagina a sexual feast, complete with hor’s deurves, several entrées and dessert. And when he finally shuddered and stiffened, his penis in to the hilt, his face a grimace almost of pain, he came in me and came, until I thought he was faking but it was real. As he finally withdrew his condom covered penis I could see more semen in it than I might normally see in a month. Ever the gentleman, he took care of it himself, discreetly covering it with some tissue, a quick toss in the waste basket and then kissed and caressed, spoke softly of pleasant things and cuddled as we both drifted off to sleep. Where did the men like this hide in my city?

I lay on the beach, my large towel under me, a bottle of water and sunscreen beside me and the sun above. I was in a two piece suit, but appropriate for my age. The older women at the resort, who liked their Wicked Weasels, seemed a bit, well, like they were trolling. It wasn’t specifically a “clothing optional” resort, but several women were tanning with their tops off. Apparently no one made a fuss. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. Today, I would just tan and chill. Footsteps in the sand and I came back. I opened my eyes to the glare of the sun and with my sunglasses helping I could see a couple walking by just below my feet. He was very tanned, like a man who lived in the sun. About mid fifties, grey hair, an enormous diamond on one hand flashing in the sun, and not all that fit, flabby actually. The woman was similarly tanned, her skin prematurely aged, and she had several sparklers flashing. She also had a tiny G string bottom, and no top. Her hips looked ridiculously large for her choice of bikini bottom and her large floppy pendulous breasts moved from side to side as she walked. She was not very attractive, even with the diamonds. The man gave me a long mecidiyeköy escort and studied look, slowing his gait as he went by. He raised his eye brows a bit and tilted his head. He obviously liked what he saw. I closed my eyes and waited while he walked away, feeling like I was on display. I was, but I didn’t appreciate his leer.

I had been at the resort for three days. The first day I was tired from travel and just rested by the pool. The resort nightlife didn’t appeal at all that night and I went to sleep early and alone. The second day, rested and ready, I had walked the beach in the morning letting my life slow to the rhythm of the waves. In the afternoon I went horseback riding at the resort stables and took in a guided ocean ride, letting the horse walk and trot in the water until I was soaked and laughing. Riding bareback in the waves, I could feel the power of the horse, its rigid spine working against my labia and clitoris. Without trying to attract attention I purposely let my body rock as the horse trotted through the ocean, and after several minutes felt an orgasm starting. Trying to maintain facial composure I let it take me and the continued motion of the horse under me brought on another, then a third. God, what was I doing? Thankfully the ocean water had already soaked my shorts so at least my gush of fluids was not apparent. The guide gave me a special smile and I realized that he must have noticed. Then I also realized he had probably seen this daily. No wonder the ocean rides were so popular with women. I wondered how many riders of my gender all hot and bothered from the ride had continued to ride with the guide. None of my business, I thought. What happens on vacation…

That evening, I dressed in a casual sun dress, low heeled sandals and went to the nightclub to let my hair down. I danced, checked out the guys and let several bring me a complimentary drink and considered having a casual sex session. Most of the people there were couples but there were also enough singles to make for a marketplace. I enjoyed the posturing, the flirting and the music. Several times I watched as a woman would flash a breast and the flashing got better as the night and the free alcohol progressed. It seemed like everyone there was in a sexy mood, and I felt myself get caught in it. A couple of young women there were kind of playing a game of truth or dare. As the night went on, the dares became more and more risqué. Flashing breasts gave way to serious dirty dancing and flashes of panties. Most of the men were glued to the show, even if some of the women were unhappy that they were. A young man asked me to dance. As soon as we were on the floor, his hands went to my ass and he held me tight to grind his bulging tented pants to my pubic area. With several drinks on board and with the location, I actually ground back. He beamed at me thinking he just might have a score for the night. I wasn’t sure so I just let it continue. He had noticed I was by myself and asked me to sit at his table. I thought, why not, it was part of the entertainment. There were several others there, all younger than me and he seemed the only one unattached. We chatted, laughed, danced and drank. The truth or dare show continued and it became obvious that the two young women had removed their panties. They were getting less and less inhibited and were clutching themselves and rubbing each other, laughing and carrying on as if this was routine. The guys at the table were wide eyed and thoroughly enjoying the performance. The girls made a few catty comments, then got into it and got up and did some dirty dancing as well. It all seemed like fun and even I tried a bit of it, giving the guy a quick drop of my sundress top to expose a bra enclosed breast, and giving him an “oops” childlike look. He smiled and danced behind me, rubbing up to my ass and holding one arm around my middle, let the other run up and down my thigh, finally lifting the dress bottom to flash my lacy ice blue panties.

Back at the table I let him put his hand on my knee and wondered how long he would take to move it closer to the object of his affection. It wasn’t long. As one of the now very drunk truth or dare girls was stroking her exposed vulva and the other dropped down to give her some quick oral, he moved up my thigh and under the dress, to run his fingers up and down my pussy. I let him, even to the point of putting my own hand down to move aside the panties. He tried to pretend we weren’t making out at the table and did reasonably well. With all eyes on the girl-girl oral show, he put a finger to my now very moist vagina and massaged. I held his hand, pushing it to me firmly and just watched the show. As the crowd cheered on the girls, he worked as well as he could and I felt a thrill and a chill go up my spine. His palm was massaging my hardening clit and I was sure that only a few minutes would produce an orgasm. Unfortunately, the oral show ended fairly quickly and both girls just raised their arms and danced around bayan escort each other. As faces turned back, he quickly moved his hand to my knee. Yes, I was going to get laid tonight and felt very good about it. It was only then that I asked him his name. “Phil,” he said.

“Kathy. Pleased to meet you, Phil.”

Another drink, a few more dances, each one more sexual than the last and the guy was almost shaking, he was so turned on. “My room or yours?” he asked his voice husky and urgent. “Mine” I answered. I was reasonably sure he had condoms, but I knew I did and my favourite lube was there as well.

He wasn’t able to keep his hands off me as we went up to my suite. I knew everyone at the nightclub was well aware of our intentions. So what? I was on vacation. The sex was a disaster. The guy, about mid twenties, not much taller than me, not very fit and with little knowledge of how to pleasure a woman, seemed so hopeless after the older gentleman lover. His idea of oral was to stick his tongue out and shake his head back and forth over my clit. Where did he learn that? He ignored my breasts, didn’t pay any attention to kissing or caressing and seemed bent on getting his rocks off and then getting out. His penis was average length I guessed but slim. It felt okay but nothing like the thicker penis that had pleasured me so well. Despite having a rock hard erection, he felt…..inadequate in me. He came quickly, long before I felt much and lay on his back, panting. After a few minutes, during which I felt cheated, he said, “Give me a few minutes and I’ll fuck you some more.” So romantic, this one, I thought. I realized he wanted me to deal with the condom so I tried to remove it sensually but he just slipped it off and tossed it aside.

“Suck me hard and I’ll really fuck you.”

‘As if’ was all I thought, but I got up, went to the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth to clean his semen from his penis. Somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to suck it off of him.

I gave him oral, slowly and sensuously, as best I could, hoping that maybe he would learn something. After about ten minutes of this, he seemed impatient. His penis was almost fully erect and he obviously wanted to get back to fucking. I put a second condom on him and he asked me to “assume the position”. Knowing what it meant but irritated at his attitude, I did get on all fours and offered him my back way, after quickly applying a bit of lube to my vagina opening. He quickly started thrusting into me, slapping his hips against my cheeks. After about one half of a minute he was bucking at me like a high school kid.

“Fuck, this is good. Fuck, you have an ass!” With that he withdrew and put the head of his penis to my ass and pushed roughly. Damn, but this guy was a jerk! My ass didn’t take him of course, and it hurt.

“Stop, not like that”, was all I said and turned over. I was okay with anal, but not like this.

I was about to tell him how to do it properly when he said, “I thought all you older women loved it up the ass. What’s wrong with you?”

That was it. “Get out, right now.” I got up, went to the closet and put on my robe. He was still on the bed.

“Cock teasing bitch,” he muttered and got up, put on his pants and glared at me. “Fuck! My first older piece of ass and you turn out to be a fucking cock teasing cunt!” After several more outbursts of crude vindictive he left, leaving the door open. I closed and locked it, leaned back against it and tilted my head back against the door and let my breathing slow. It was absolutely the worst sexual experience I had ever had. I showered, and paying particular attention to washing away any trace of him from my unfulfilled pussy, I just seethed.

“Fucking little shit head” I muttered and got out of the shower. Masturbating was out of the question. I was too angry. I poured a drink from my supply and sat in the easy chair, wearing only the robe, put my feet up and picked up the TV remote.

I turned on the set, went to movies, adult movies and then the selection. It was extensive. I seldom watched porn but it seemed like a release. I picked a title and watched the usual array of porn offerings. Huge tits, amazing cock, blow, fuck and the requisite cream on her face. Gangbang with the girl drenched in cum. Two guys, one girl and the inevitable double entry scene. Two massive cocks, stretching both pussy and ass, the girl moaning in ecstatic pleasure. Two girls, one guy, who fucks like a machine on overdrive. The inevitable girl-girl scene with two women, in make up, serious hair and loads of jewellery, skanky clothes and high heels, who never seem to take off the heels. At least the women seem to be okay at giving each other oral. And finally, the two ended dildo scene with both women having endless orgasms.

Porn made, produced and directed by men, for the male audience. No wonder the guy I had kicked out earlier was so bad.

Two drinks, more porn and I was finally ready to sleep. maslak escort Almost mechanically I massaged my self to an orgasm and fell asleep. I awoke in the morning with a headache, vague memories of disturbing dreams and a renewed appreciation for decent lovers. Another quick shower, breakfast by the pool and now I was on the beach.

Knowing I was likely to run into the guy who was such a disappointment, I considered how to handle any negative comments. “You’re an immature jerk” seemed to work.

In the afternoon, I decided to get out of the resort and explore. The surrounding area was considered safe, if you weren’t looking for trouble and didn’t stay past sundown. I walked through a market, admiring the locally made crafts. A beautiful wrap caught my eye. I put it on and admired myself in a mirror. Only minor bargaining so as to not look too stupid and it was mine. The older teen girl at the table smiled and said, “It was made for you, Senorita.” I smiled back. Instead of putting it in a bag, I decided to wear it as a sash and walked away. Some more looking at jewellery, clothing, leather goods and I was ready to walk back to the resort. To my surprise, the table where I purchased the wrap was now being looked after by an older woman and the younger one was not there. As I walked out of the market, a hand took mine. It was the girl.

“My aunt was pleased at how much you paid, Senorita. She let me go early.” She smiled again and I smiled back, touched by her child like innocence. She walked with me and chatted about her aunt, how she worked at the table sometimes and what school was like. She looked to be about late teens but acted younger. She had a child like manner that made me think she might just be handicapped in some way. She was treating me like we were old friends, instead of strangers who just met. I chatted with her, wondering if it was appropriate to be walking her away from her aunt.

“You are a very nice girl, but don’t you think you should be getting back to your aunt?”

“No, Senorita, I can play now until I want to go home.” She had yet to let go of my hand and I felt like I was walking with a child of eight, not an older teenager.

“You are from the resort, Senorita? I have never been. It is for,” she paused, thinking of the word, “from away…”

“Tourists?” I offered.

“Si… you know.” She was really not mentally a teenager. That was obvious. “Can you show me the resort?” Her eyes beamed like a child on Christmas morning.

“Don’t you think we should ask your aunt? She will worry.”

“No, I come back later. She will know.” I thought ‘what harm then’ and we walked the distance to the resort chatting like school girls. She was very pretty, big bright eyes and a wonder about the world I almost hoped would never go away. Her hand was still clutching mine.

“What is your name,” I asked.

“Isabella, “she said.

“I’m Kathy.”

We walked around the resort and her eyes grew bigger. She had obviously never seen swimming pools, manicured lawns, gleaming bright buildings and resort staff in crisp white and red uniforms. “Your room, Senorita, which one is it?”

“Would you like to see it'” I asked, enjoying her banter and happiness.

“Oh…please, yes.” And we went to the room, her eyes registering a bit of confusion at the elevator. When the door opened and we were on a different floor, she clapped her hands. I opened my door and we went in, the room immaculate after the housekeeping staff had been through. She walked around, wide eyed at the room with a large bed, comfortable furniture and carpeting. “Senorita, you must be a princess.”

“No,” I laughed, “just another tourist.” There was bottled water on the desk and I opened a bottle and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped hesitantly, then smiled when she recognized water. There were many things here new to her. We continued to chat and I found it hard to picture an older teenager when she was so much younger inside. Her body was slim. Her hips were narrow but not childish. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and plainly not surrounded by a bra. They were firm and self-supporting, as if they were just swelling. She was wearing a simple skirt and a tee shirt that was partially covered by a traditional native vest. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight. She really was a beautiful young woman, an older teen going on eight. I wondered what her life would be like.

“Are you hungry at all,” I asked.

She looked around and said, “yes, but there is no kitchen.”

I gave a little laugh and said,” That isn’t a problem. We can just call for some food.” She looked sceptical but nodded. I got out the room service menu and asked, “How about some dinner.” It was about five in the afternoon.

“But what is there here?” she asked. I gave her the menu but it was quickly apparent she couldn’t read it.

“How about some pizza?” I asked, thinking that would be a safe bet.

“What is pizza?” was the reply.

I smiled again and said, “You will like it.” I called and ordered the pizza, some salad and a bottle of chilled white wine for me and milk for her. When the food arrived she was ecstatic. She liked the pizza and was hungry, eating most of it while I had some salad and sipped the wine.

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Amber, Part 4

Hello, readers. It’s been awhile since I submitted anything. I had a story almost finished and, for some strange reason, all the text got deleted and is unrecoverable. Anyway, I know that this series wasn’t as well-received as some of my others, but I really like it. I hope you do, too.

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Amber Ray lay in her bed thinking about the events that had happened in the past few months. She had “blossomed”. She had gone from being a 90 pound, 5 foot tall, A-cup, waif into a shapely young woman. She was now at least 3 inches taller, weighed over 110 pounds and her breasts strained at the B-cup bras that she wore.

Even stranger than her physical transformation was her sexual one. She was sexually active and felt that she just couldn’t get enough of it. Her first had been her brother, Bobby, with whom she had fallen in love. Then his twin, her other brother, Billy had “forced” her. She now admitted to herself that she had secretly wanted it and she had been unbelievably excited when he had just taken what he wanted from her. That thought still excited her! Then there was Dave, her boyfriend. She wasn’t really serious about him, she told herself. But he was good in bed, though not nearly as exciting as her brothers.

All this had created a moral dilemma for Amber. She had always been the only one in the family to care about going to church and trying to live a moral life. She still felt compelled to read her Bible regularly and to attend church, and she often had guilt pangs about what she was doing. She rationalized her behavior in any number of ways. She told herself that she had been repressed because she had been “ugly” and that when she started filling out and getting prettier that she was naturally starved for attention. She reasoned that she would find a good man, settle down, and she would have a normal sex life with her husband. All this would be in the past. She knew, however, that her recent behavior went against what she truly believed. She was violating her conscience each and every time she had sex. Now that she had experienced it, though, she knew that she wouldn’t turn back. Not yet.

Amber was in her second semester of college now. She looked forward to the times that she could be alone with Bobby. She still considered him to be her one true love. The problem was that Bobby had made it clear that he was going to play the field and, although he hated to hurt Amber’s feelings and he truly did love her, there was no future between them. Not as lovers. Still, if they got the chance to be alone, they had sex. They made no excuses. They knew they were going to do it when they were alone. It was loving and passionate and fulfilling.

Then there was Billy. Sex with Billy was a totally different thing, altogether. In Amber’s mind, Bobby made love and Billy fucked. She kept telling herself that she was going to put a stop to it, but when she got really horny, Billy was the one she thought about. She knew that there must be something a bit off in her mind to enjoy the things he did; especially the way he “forced” her to do his bidding. In reality, she was eager for it. It excited her beyond all reason. When they made up their schedules for the semester, they compared, and without saying so, they made sure that that neither of them had classes on Thursday afternoons. Of course they knew that their brother, Bobby, did have classes at that time. And their Mother was working every day.

A couple of weeks into the semester, Amber was driving home on a Thursday, just after noon. She had gone through a drive-through to get a burger because she was anxious to get home. She knew what was going to happen. The same thing that had happened almost every week last semester and which had happened the previous week on Thursday afternoon — she and Billy would fuck! She tried not to think about it too much. She didn’t like to plan what she would do with him. She wanted to pretend to herself that it wouldn’t happen; that she would find the strength to tell him that they had to end it. Yes, that’s what she would do. Besides, she had tons of school work to do.

As she walked in the front door to the living room, she didn’t see Billy anywhere. Maybe he was upstairs studying or taking a nap. She would take a nap herself, then study. She wouldn’t even bother Billy.

Climbing the stairs, she noticed that the door to the twins’ room was shut. Good. She went into her room quietly, closed the door, and then began to undress. She left her panties on and got under the sheet for a nap. She decided that she could sleep for an hour or so, then study.

Just as she was beginning to doze, her door opened and Billy demanded, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She reluctantly opened her eyes. “Taking a nap. I’m sleepy and I have a lot of studying…” She noticed that Billy was in boxer briefs and that his cock seemed to be hardening already. She wished that he was naked so she could see it.

Billy laughed. “You can nap anytime. I have needs.”

“Needs? erzurum escort Get a girlfriend. We have to stop this, Billy. Be reasonable. This isn’t right.”

“Get up and take a shower,” he commanded her.

“I took a shower this morning. Besides, I’ve decided that I don’t want to do that anymore,” she replied, even as she felt herself becoming aroused at the prospect.

“I’m gonna eat that thing, and I want it clean,” he grinned.

Amber knew then that she couldn’t resist him. He had done oral sex on her before and he was, undoubtedly, the master. He was so hungry for it that he was like a wild animal. It was amazing and she knew that she couldn’t turn it down.

“Billy! Don’t talk that way. There’s no need to be vulgar,” she said as she threw the sheet off, revealing her panty-clad body to her brother’s hungry eyes. She loved the way he looked at her. She loved the way he lusted for her. She knew now that she was going to spend the afternoon being pleasured and pleasing her twin brother. She could think of nothing else.

“Vulgar? You mean telling you I’m going to eat your horny little cunt and then fuck the hell out of you is vulgar?” he laughed.

His words filled her with pure lust. She stepped near him and took his face in her hands, kissing his lips. She reached and felt of his almost fully-hard cock through his briefs. “Is this thing clean?” she teased.

“I took a shower,” he whispered as he kissed her again, tenderly. “Do you want to wash it again?”

She grinned. “No, I’m not ever touching that thing again. Eww!” She ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

She realized that she was trembling with anticipation. Was it too late to back out? She could just tell him that it just bothered her too much. He would understand. He wouldn’t force her if she could just make him see how it made her violate her conscience.

She removed her panties and got in the shower. As she washed, she realized that she was so turned on that her juices were flowing down her thighs and her nipples were as hard as rocks. She needed to get control of her thoughts and her body. This wasn’t right. It was incest. But then, she had been having sex with Bobby and that was the same thing. She didn’t think of that as incest though, she told herself. That was love. She was in love with Bobby. Having sex with him was an expression of their love for each other, not animalistic lust. Love was okay; lust wasn’t. As she completed her shower and began to towel off, she had made up her mind. She was going to talk to Billy and make him see reason.

Realizing that she hadn’t thought to bring any clothes into the bathroom besides the panties that she had worn, she wrapped her towel around her and walked to her room. Billy was propped up on her bed, still dressed in his boxer briefs, looking at her Ipad.

“You looking at porn on my Ipad?” she teased as she sat down on the bed next to him.

“Actually, no. Do you want to watch some? We can,” he offered. “I was reading up on the baseball trades.”

“No, I don’t want to watch porn,” she said. “Billy, I was serious. We have to stop this. You know I like it, but it’s wrong. I just now thought about it in the shower and…”

Billy placed her Ipad on the bedside table and stood. He shucked his boxer briefs down, revealing his semi-hard, very thick cock. “You turning this down?” he laughed, as he began to stroke it, causing it to lengthen and harden immediately.

Amber eyed his cock. Her body needed that. Her pussy was buzzing, aching for him to fuck her. She didn’t care if it was loving or if it was aggressive. She wanted it and needed it.

“This is incest,” she muttered, continuing to stare at his ever-lengthening manhood.

He grinned. “Yes, it’s incest, little sister. You love it, don’t you?”

She looked in his eyes, pleadingly. “Billy?” she moaned.

“I know you’ve fucked other guys. Was that as exciting as incest?”

She didn’t answer.

“Does incest turn you on, Baby Sister?” he whispered. “Don’t you love it when your big brother gives you what you need?” He continued to stroke his now fully-engorged cock. She could see pre-cum lubricating the swollen, purple head. His cock was so thick and veiny. She thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

She nodded.

He stepped closer to her and lifted her hand, placing it on his cock. “Tell me, Amber. Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered.

She was mesmerized. She stroked his cock, loving its powerful feel in her small hand. She leaned forward and kissed the head, then looked into his eyes. Her heart was beating so hard that she felt it was coming out of her chest.

“Tell me,” he urged again.

“I love incest,” she croaked. “Nothing turns me on like incest!” she exclaimed. She took the head of his cock in her saliva-filled mouth and then eagerly accepted half of his swollen length.

Billy reached and pulled her towel eskişehir escort off of her, revealing her naked body to his gaze. “Baby sister, your body is killer. I’m going to fuck you as often as I can for the rest of your life,” he groaned as she suckled his enraged cock.

She took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it. It was coated with her saliva. “Promise me?” she teased.

Billy gently pushed her onto her back. She opened her legs wide, eager for whatever he wanted. She no longer cared.

“What do you want, Baby?” he whispered as he moved between her legs. “Tell your big brother what you need, Little Sister.”

Amber panted with lust. She loved this. “Don’t make me say it,” she breathed.

“Say it, Little Sister. Tell me what you need.”

“Your little sister needs you to eat her horny little cunt,” she smiled.

Billy laughed. “Then what, Baby Sister?”

“I need a good fucking,” she whispered. “I need it bad!”

Billy leaned over and kissed one of her breasts, then the other. He suckled one of her nipples tenderly, then moved to the other one.

“Oh Billy, you’re so good at that!” she exulted. “Do you like your little sister’s tits?”

“Fuck yeah, I like ’em,” he groaned as he continued to suck and lick at her nipples. “Your body is fucking perfect!”

“That’s so hot when you talk that way, Billy! Oh suck my tits! I never get enough of that!”

Billy moved down to her tummy, kissing her abs and sticking his tongue into her navel. He reached down and began to stroke her sopping wet pussy with his fingers.

“So good, so good, so good! I can’t wait, Billy! Kiss me down there. Lick it. Do all that good stuff you do!” she begged.

Billy couldn’t wait either. He was starved for her. He could smell how aroused she was. The first few times they had fucked, he hadn’t had the chance to do oral on her. He had wanted to, but it was a desperate struggle just to fuck her. She tried to act like she didn’t want it, though he sensed that she was dying for it. Still, she had fought against him just enough to maintain deniability.

He crawled down between her legs and took her firm bottom in his hands, then licked her cuntal crease from her opening all the way to her clit. He gently and slowly licked around her clit, the suckled it ever so slightly.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!” she moaned. “Fuck, Billy, that’s amazing!” she screamed.

Billy laughed and looked up at her face. Wow, what a beauty she had become! His little sister was the hottest girl he knew and she was loving this. Did life get better than this? “Did I do something you liked, Amber?” he smiled.

“You know you did! Do it again! Don’t ever stop doing it!”

Billy went back to his task with great gusto. He suckled her clit, flicking it with his tongue as rapidly as possible. Amber groaned and thrust her loins toward his face, but he had her bottom firmly in his hands to keep her from bucking too hard. He squeezed her bottom as he ran his tongue slowly down her crease to her opening and began to tongue fuck her pussy. She was flowing with delicious girl-juices. His chin and mouth were covered and he was drinking the delicious nectar as fast as he could swallow it. She was so fresh and clean and he loved her so much! His precious little sister.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cummmmmm!” she howled as her orgasm ripped through her body. She reflexively tried to close her legs around his head, but was prohibited by his firm grasp. She felt her pussy cramp as he continued to lave at her clit, voraciously sucking and licking up and down her pussy. She felt her pussy spasm and realized that she had squirted, something that she did occasionally. She looked down and saw her brother pull back for a second, a look of surprise on his face.

“Shit, you squirted!” he laughed, then continued flicking her clit with his tongue.

She reached down and gently pulled his head up. “No more! Too sensitive!” she gasped as her chest rose and fell from her heavy breathing.

Billy crawled up beside her and took his naked sister into his arms. He kissed her lips. “You squirted me in the face, Little Sister,” he smiled.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why it does that sometimes. I have no control over it!”

“It’s fucking sexy!” he smiled. “It’s probably because I did such a great job…”

She giggled. “Of course that’s it! Well, I’ve got some studying! Thanks!” she smiled as she feigned moving out of his arms.

Billy moved on top of her and rubbed his throbbing cock up and down her wet gash. He looked into her eyes. “Now we’re going to fuck, Baby Sister,” he smiled, wickedly. “That incest thing!”

“No, don’t!” she said, trying not to smile. “We can’t! You’re my brother! You can’t fuck your little sister!”

Billy pushed, then thrusted himself deep inside her, sinking his throbbing organ all the way to the hilt. He once again took her bottom in his hands and pushed himself gaziantep escort in as deep as he could go, all the while looking deep into his little sister’s eyes.

“Fuck that’s good!” she moaned. She stroked his hair, even as she felt that she might had an orgasm again at any moment. “This is so forbidden,” she whispered.

Billy fought his orgasm. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t want to cum yet. He stroked his sister’s hair and kissed her lips. “That’s why it’s so good, Baby Sister. It’s incest. INCEST!”

“I fucking love it, Billy! I can’t get enough of it! Will we ever be able to stop?”

“Do you want to stop? Forget your conscience for a minute,” he moaned, feeling her cunt muscles working on him. He didn’t dare move. His orgasm was impending and it was going to be massive. The longer he prolonged it, the better it would be.

“No. I want to fuck you every day. I want it all the time,” she admitted.

“Am I better than your other guys?” he teased.

“Yes. You are.”

“Why? Because it’s incest?”

“Yes, but I love…everything. You won’t take no for an answer. You take what you want. That is such a huge turn on!” she whispered.

“But I always sensed that you didn’t really want me to stop. I swear I would have stopped,” he told her as she licked his lips.

“I thought I did want you to stop, but later I realized that I wanted it!”

“I am about to cum, Amber. I can’t hold it, Baby. It’s too good!” he moaned.

“Can I watch it?” she whispered. “I want to see it!”

Billy quickly withdrew and rolled off of her. To his surprise, she got on her knees between his legs and reached for his wet cock.

“Amber!” he warned.

She stroked his juice-slickened cock once, then a great gob of his cum leaped high into the air, seemed to float in slow-motion, and fell back to his chest. She continued to stroke (Bobby had done a good job of teaching her to expertly milk his cock) and watch as jet after jet of his milky seed leapt into the air. Finally, as his orgasm began to abate, she leaned over and took him into her mouth. She had never done this with anyone, but suddenly felt that she wanted to. A few thick gobs landed against the roof of her mouth and then on her tongue. She was too excited to think about the taste. She swallowed the contents of her mouth, almost without thinking, then ran her tongue around the head of his cock, washing the remainder of his sperm from his deflating penis.

“Fuccccccckkkkkkkkkk!” he moaned. “Baby Sister, ohhhh fuckkkk! Where did you learn to do THAT?”

She reached for tissues and started dabbing the cum off of his chest and stomach. “I never swallowed it before,” she smiled. “It wasn’t bad, though!”

She cleaned him off, they both went to pee, and then they lay in each other’s arms, totally naked. Amber wondered if he was satisfied. She felt that she could do it again, but she wasn’t about to pressure him. She had only orgasmed once, when he had eaten her. She had gotten all revved up again as he fucked her, and then, when she boldly swallowed his cum, she became even hornier.

“What time do they get home?” he asked.

“A long time yet,” she whispered. “It’s not 2 yet. Mom won’t be home before 4:30 and the earliest Bobby will get home is 4:00.”

“Want some more?” he asked, hesitantly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she giggled. “What do you have in mind?”

“You feeling adventurous?”

“That sounds scary. What do you mean?” She knew she wanted whatever he had in mind. She trusted him and was eager to explore new things with him.

“I’ll be right back,” he grinned as he got up and walked quickly to his bedroom.

He lay something beside the bed that she couldn’t see, but in his hands were some short lengths of rope.

“Why do you have rope? Billy? Have you tied girls up before? Is that what you want to do to me?” she gasped.

“No, I haven’t tied girls up. I was in a hardware store and, believe it or not, I thought about you. I thought how hot it would be to restrain you. So I bought some rope and cut it up and hid it. You in?”

She smiled. “No. You absolutely are not going to tie me up! No way!”

He took one of the ropes and tied it around one of her hands. She tried to pull back, but he was way too strong for her. He grabbed her other hand and soon had her hands tied together. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but she couldn’t get loose and she knew now that she was at his mercy. That was exciting — and it was scary!

He flipped her onto her stomach and tied the rope to a bedpost at the head of the bed. She kicked at him, for effect more than anything else. He easily caught one of her feet and tied a length of rope around it, then tied it to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. Then he did the same with the other foot, tying it to the other post. She now was restrained, both hands tied together, her legs spread, and her feet tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

“Want me to gag you?” he asked.

“Hell no. Please don’t do that. I’m serious, Billy. Don’t.”

“I won’t. I was just seeing what you would say. How do you feel?” he laughed.

“I’m not so sure this is a good idea, Billy. What’s the purpose? You’re not going to hit me are you?” she asked.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“No. N-O!” she said emphatically.

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Als Tim wenige Stunden später den an die Gitterstäbe geschlagenen Stab als Wecksignal vernahm, fühlte er sich wie tot. Seine Eier waren nach wie vor ein wenig geschwollen, der untere Bauch schmerzte und an Sack und Oberschenkel befanden sich Rückstände eingetrockneten Blutes. Mühsam versuchte er einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen und schielte nach dem Stundenplan. Was war heute dran? ‘Sklaveninteraktion’. Was auch immer das sein sollte, es klang immerhin nicht nach Schmerz. Eine Schmerz-Lektion hätte er heute nicht durchgestanden. Tim versuchte die Zeit bis zum Appell so lange wie möglich liegen zu bleiben und wieder in dieser Welt anzukommen. Er fühlte sich geschändet und so als erwachte er aus einem bösen Traum. Gleichzeitig spürte er ein Feuer in sich brennen. Er war ein Sklave und er durfte auch als solcher gebraucht werden. Er hatte seine Aufgabe nicht so schlecht gemacht: Immerhin hatte er lange durchgehalten und — darauf war er stolz — nicht um Gnade gewinselt. Zwar grämte es ihn, dass er nicht noch länger durchgehalten hatte, doch konnte er sich immer noch verbessern.

Endlich schälte er sich mühsam aus den Decken und hiefte sich aus dem Käfig. Im Stehen ging es ihm ein wenig besser. Keine Minute zu früh, denn die Uhr zeigte nun Morgenappell-Zeit an. Tim bemerkte wie die anderen Sklaven teils verstohlen, teils offenkundig zu ihm herüberstarrten. Er fühlte sich wie ein Geächteter unter den Sklaven, wurde er doch mitten in der Nacht vor allen brutalst zugerichtet. Gleichzeitig fühlte er sich wie ein Gesegneter unter den Sklaven, hatte Lara sich doch explizit mit ihm beschäftigt und als einziger hatte er sie oben ohne gesehen. Das konnten die anderen Sklaven von den Käfigen aus bei diesem Licht nicht gesehen haben. Tatsächlich schien in einigen Blicken seiner Mitsklaven versteckter Neid sichtbar zu werden. Dennoch brauchte Tim an diesem Morgen noch ein wenig länger, um sich wieder halbwegs wie ein Mensch zu fühlen. Den Appell Danielas ließ er über sich ergehen, ebenso seinen von Jane genässten Frühstücksbrei und erst unter der Dusche kehrten die fehlenden Lebensgesiter zurück. Im Abfluss verschwand das abgewaschene Blut und Tim fühlte sich langsam bereit für den Tag. Auch die Schwellung seiner Eier war unter dem kalten Wasser nun deutlich zurückgegangen und rein optisch erinnerte kaum noch etwas an die Qual der letzten Nacht.

Gerade wollte er sich gemütlich in die Halle begeben, als Sina ihren schönen Kopf zum Sklavenloch hinein steckte und zu Tim sagte: ‘Toilette!’ Nichts war es mit der morgendlichen Ruhe, doch freute er sich ehrlich auf Sinas Pisse. Nur ob er mit Scheiße an diesem Morgen so einfach klar kommen würde, war Tim sich nicht sicher. Tim folgte Sina in die offenstehende Damen-Toilette und senkte automatisch den Blick, da Sina sich bereits ihres Rocks entledigt hatte. Zwar war sein größter Impuls gerade dann hinzustarren, doch galt es zu jeder Zeit die Vorgaben zu erfüllen und die Herrinnen in ihrer ganzen Schönheit und Sexiness nicht anzustarren. Tim legte seinen Kopf in die Aussparung dieser ihm schon bekannten Toilette und öffnete, wie gestern im Unterricht gelernt, den Mund und bewunderte Sinas Geschlecht. Wie schön diese Vulva war. Sollte er die Augen schließen oder offen lassen? Gestern wurde gelehrt: Bei Pisse Augen schließen, bei Kot offen lassen. Doch was erwartete ihn?

Tim schielte aus halb geschlossenen Augen zu Sina hinauf und mit leichtem Schreck wurde er gewahr, dass ihre Rosette sich weitete. Offenbar konnte momentan kein einziger Kelch an ihm vorüber gehen. Er hatte sich irgendwie darauf gefreut von Sina vollgeschissen zu werden. Aber so schnell und in diesem Zustand? Aber hier gab es keinen Ausweg. Sinas Darmöffnung weitete sich und unvermittelt fiel ein kleiner Klumpen ihrer Ausscheidung auf Tims Gesicht. Sinas Kaviar war auf seinem Auge gelandet und Tim bemühte sich nach Kräften die Kugel in Richtung seines Mundes zu befördern. Immerhin schiss Sina heute keine große Wurst, sondern kleinere Kugeln aus. Das war leichter zu handeln. Aber der aufsteigende Geruch betäubte Tim: Die Frau die einem ins Gesicht kackte konnte noch so attraktiv und schön sein, ihre Scheiße stank doch und war eine Herausforderung für das Ekelgefühl des Sklaven.

Mit dem ersten Klumpen kam Tim gut zurecht, doch ließ Sina mit furzendem Geräusch weitere folgen und da sein Gesicht zu nah an ihrem Anus lag drückten ihre Arschbacken die Scheiße auf seinem Gesicht fest. Wenig später hob Sina ihr Becken und ließ damit immerhin zu, dass Tim tief Luft holen konnte. Ohne weitere Worte säuberte seine Herrin ihren Anus, warf das benutzte Klopapier neben Tims Kopf ins Klo, spuckte ihrem Sklaven mitten ins Gesicht und verließ die Toilette. So fühlte es sich also an, wenn man ganz alltäglich als Toilette benutzt wurde. Bei Clara und Anna war dieser Akt noch eine große Sache gewesen, doch nun galt es der Herrin einfach dann zur Verfügung zu stehen, wenn es nötig war. Es wurde für selbstverständlich genommen. Tim bemühte erenköy escort sich die letzten Reste von Sinas Scheiße zu schlucken, stand mühselig auf und wusch sein Gesicht ausgiebig. Den Geruch des Kots, der direkt in seinen Nasenlöchern geklebt hatte, wurde er den halben Tag nicht los.

Der Unterricht fand in Bereich 2 statt, dem Raum mit den Betten. Tim schleppte sich in schlechtem Zustand zum Unterricht und war froh, dass er ein wenig chillen konnte, während Lara über Sklaveninteraktion dozierte. So viel war klar: Sie meinte damit das Zusammenwirken mehrerer Sklaven. Da es heute um Homo-Sklaveninteraktion ging, dämmerte Tim mit der Zeit, dass er mal wieder zu ungewollten homosexuellen Praktiken gezwungen werden würde. Bis auf Kleinigkeiten war dies bisher unterblieben und Tim dachte mit Schaudern an das Aufeinandertreffen mit Nathalies ehemaligem Sklaven. Offenbar hatte er genau das was heute Thema war schon einmal erlebt. Gerade sagte Lara: ‘Das passiert also immer, wenn entweder eine Herrin mehrere Sklaven besitzt, oder wenn Herrinnen sich mit ihren Sklaven treffen oder auf Femdom bzw. BDSM-Partys!’ Schon glitten Tims Gedanken wieder ab und er dachte an die legendäre Party auf seinem Dachboden und an den Sklavenwettbewerb bei dem er gegen den Sklaven seiner Traumherrin Nathalie hatte antreten müssen.

Laras Stimme drängte sich in seine Erinnerungen: ‘Da die meisten von euch hetero sind, ist es allein schon Herausforderung und Demütigung für euch andere nackte Männer überhaupt zu berühren. Über das Cuckolding reden wir an anderer Stelle. Schlimmer ist meistens die Sklaveninteraktion, weil ihr hier auf keine Dominanz trefft, sondern auf gleichgestellte Jammerlappen und zudem bieten Sklaven nicht immer die optischen Vorzüge wie die meisten dominanten Männer, nicht wahr 2C?!’ Das war in der Tat ein wunder Punkt: Tim war ziemlich vollständig hetero, aber er konnte es besser ertragen von einem dominanten und attraktiven Mann missbraucht zu werden, als mit anderen Sklaven intim zu werden. Lara fuhr fort: ‘Das betrifft alle denkbaren kleinen und großen Aktionen. Es ist immer wieder schön, wie sehr manche von euch sich regelrecht davor ekeln es mit anderen Männern zu tun zu bekommen. Allein schon das Küssen des gleichen Frauenfußes ist für manche ein Problem!’

Tim hatte im letzten Jahr zwar seine absolute Abneigung gegen homosexuelle Praktiken verloren und empfand es durchaus als heiße Demütigung von dominanten Männern in den Arsch gefickt zu werden oder Cuckold zu erleben. Aber in der Tat war das Küssen des gleichen Fußes, wie bei den Appellen oder in Zusammenarbeit mit 1F bei Sina nichts was Tim gerne tat. Flüssigkeiten von anderen Männern brauchte er wirklich nicht in seinem Leben. ‘Damit ihr euch dran gewöhnt machen wir mal eine lustige Übung. Geht zu zweit zusammen, aber nicht nach Stammherrin, sondern nach benachbarten Buchstaben. Lisa mit Rieke!’ Tim und seine Kollegen hatten einige Mühe die Aufgabe korrekt auszuführen. Nach dieser Logik mussten 1A und 2A zusammen arbeiten, Tim als 1B aber nicht mit 2B, denn Lisa und Rieke bildeten ein Paar. Sollte er sich zu 1C oder zu 1F gesellen, der ebenfalls frei war weil 2F Riekes Kennung war. Nach einigem Hin und Her hatten sie sich sortiert und Tim saß neben 1C.

Laras Unmut über die Verzögerung war deutlich und mit Falten in der Strin sagte sie: ‘Wie doof seid ihr eigentlich? Intelligenz können wir euch hier nicht beibringen. Aber eins sollte klar sein: Wenn eine Herrin einen Befehl gibt dann ist dieser unverzüglich auzuführen und nach der einfachsten und schnellsten Lösung zu suchen. Meine Güte!’ Tim fühlte sich wie in der echten Schule, wenn die Lehrerin böse wurde, weil sie sich als Klasse nicht benommen hatte. Lara setzte den Unterricht fort: ‘Einfachste Übung: Ihr dürft euch gegenseitig die erbärmlichen Schwänze lutschen!’ Tim fuhr der Schreck in den Magen und die anderen Sklaven schauten ähnlich geschockt. Tim mochte Schmerzen und weibliche Körperflüssigkeiten überdurchschnittlich gut ertragen, doch der schlaff neben ihm baumelnde Schwanz 1Cs ekelte ihn. Wenn es wenigstens ein gut gebauter Beschäler wäre dem er einen blasen sollte. Derartige Aktivitäten hatte er bisher nur einmal erlebn müssen, nämlich die Interaktion mit Nathalies damaligem Sklaven zur Unterhaltung der Studentinnen.

Die anderen Paarungen wurden aktiv und Tim versuchte sich mit Julias Sklaven zu einigen wer anfangen müsse. Kurz darauf fand er sich auf allen Vieren vor 1Cs Penis und überwand sich das schlaffe Stück in den Mund zu nehmen. Zu seinem Glück roch es neutral, doch erinnerte er sich sofort an die wenigen unrühmlichen Momente, in denen er bisher Schwänze im Mund gehabt hatte. Einzig der spöttische Blick Sinas und der arrogante Blick Julias halfen ihm, mit dem aufkommenden Ekel klarzukommen. Für die Herrinnen würde er vieles ertragen. 1Cs Geschlecht füllte Tims Mund nicht aus, so dass seine Zunge freies Spiel hatte. esenyalı escort Langsam und zögerlich fuhr er über die Eichel seines Mitsklavin und leckte über die Öffnung der Harnröhre. Als er hier Flüssigkeit spürte musste er sich fast übergeben und während er mit dem Schwanz im Mund zu husten begann, lachte Sina ihn hemmungslos aus. Mit Homo-Aktionen hatte er sich in der Tat immer schwer getan und zu seinem Kofortbereich gehörte all dies bestimmt nicht. Andererseits brachte er damit ein wesentlich größeres Opfer für die Herrinnen, als mit Dingen die ihm leichter fielen.

Ausgerechnet während er hustete und würgte versteifte sich der Penis seines Mitsklaven und füllte Tims Mund nun voller aus. Zudem trat Julia hinter Tim und presste seinen Kopf unsanft in Richtung von 1Cs Unterleib. Tim kämpfte instinktiv gegen Julias Druck an was ihm wenig später eine klatschende Ohrfeige mit Schwanz im Mund einbrachte. Julias Kathenaugen hatten sich gefährlich verengt und Tim blieb nichts anderes übrig, als den steifen Penis so weit es ging in seinen Hals zu stecken. Immer wieder würgte er, mehrfach kam es ihm fast hoch und insgesamt gab er ein elendes Bild ab. ‘Du kannst ja überhaupt nicht blasen’, schimpfte Julia und griff Tim unsanft in die Haare. Endlich erlaubte sie ihm den Penis etwas aus seinem Mund gleiten zu lassen und mit einem Blick auf Sinas gerunzelte Stirn, beschloss er sich zusammenzureißen. Seine schöne Stammherrin lehnte etwas entfernt an einem der Betten und begutachtete seine klägliche Aktion. Tim nahm Konzentration und Beherrschung zusammen und war bereit für einen zweiten Versuch. Der steife Penis ekelte ihn weniger als der schlaffe und Tim ahnte dunkel, dass auch das etwas mit Unterwerfung zu tun hatte.

Julia spuckte geräuschvoll und reichlich auf den erigierten Penis ihres Sklaven. Langsam und zäh tropfte die weiße Flüssigkeit in langen Fäden vom Schaft des Mitsklaven. So absurd es war, machte ihm Julias Spucke die Aktion noch leichter; wenigstens etwas herrisches weibliches bei dieser Homoaktion, auch wenn es klebrige Spucke war. Tim stülpte seine Lippen über die zum Glück nur schwach riechende Eichel seines Kollegen, bewegte diese zwischen seinen Lippen und fuhr endlich hingebungsvoll mit der Zunge über die Männlichkeit 1Cs. Nach wenigen Sekunden gab dieser einige Wohllaute von sich und Julia sagte: ‘Na also!’ Wieder presste sie Tims Kopf auf 1C zu, doch diesmal schaffte es Tim besser zu atmen und unterdrückte den Würgereflex. Langsam schob er seine Lippen über das Sklavenfleisch. Auf und ab, immer und wieder. Julia und Sina lachten nun wohlwollend und hämisch. Sie hatten ihn zu einer kleinen Hure gemacht.

Wenig später tauschten die beiden Sklaven die Position und beim Aufstehen ließ Tim seinen Blick über den Ausbildungsbereich schweifen: Überall kleine Pärchen, die gegen ihren Willen zu schwulen Handlungen gezwungen wurden. Dazwischen korrigierend und spottende Traumfrauen. Tim stand mit ziemlich kleinem Schwanz vor 1C und schämte sich ein wenig. Die zurückliegenden Minuten hatten ihn nicht genügend für eine Erektion erregt. Hätte er einem dominanten Mann als Cuckold einen blasen müssen, wäre das vielleicht anders gewesen. So hoffte er inständig im Mund des Sklaven steif zu werden, doch auch das ekelte ihn. Sein Penis hatte sich erst einmal im Mund eines anderen Mannes gefunden: Bei Nathalies ehemaligem Sklaven. Als devoter Mann war es vielleicht noch üblich und erforderlich andere Schwänze zu blasen. Doch einen geblasen zu bekommen war äußerst ungewöhnlich und ungewohnt.

Langsam und ebenfalls ziemlich widerwillig stülpte 1C seine Lippen um Tims schlaffen Schwanz. Die Feuchtigkeit und 1Cs Zähne widerten Tim dermaßen an, dass er von einer Erektion ziemlich weit entfernt schien. Gequält blickte er Julia ins Gesicht, die nun den Kopf ihres Sklaven in Tims Geschlecht presste. Immer wieder schleckte Tims wenig begeisterter Partner über Tims Geschlecht und langsam kam Leben in Tims Penis. Zwar fand er die Situation wirklich nicht erregend, doch funktionierte einerseits schlicht die physische Reizung seiner Eichel und andererseits konzentrierte er sich auf die schönen Züge Julias die grausam lächelte. Langsam aber sicher füllte auch sein Penis nun den Mundraum eines anderen Mannes aus.

In diesem Moment hörte er lautes Husten und ein ekelerregendes Würgegeräusch aus der linken Ecke des Zimmers. Jane hatte den Mund ihres Sklavens zu weit auf den Schwanz 1Ds gedrückt. So hockte 1E als Häuflein Elend am Boden, spuckte und versuchte sein Frühstück nicht auf dem Boden zu verteilen. Jane, Sophie und Lara machten ihn augenblicklich zur Sau und während Tims Schwanz weiter geblasen wurde musste 1E sich mit verschmiertem Mund und gespreizten Beinen vor Jane aufstellen. Hart und unbarmherzig trat sie ihm drei Mal in die Eier worauf 1B zu ihren Füßen zusammenbrach. Auf Grund dieser Ereignisse war Tims Erektion längst am Maximum und Julia steuerte dragos escort 1Cs Mund auf seinem Prügel. Er konnte nicht verhehlen, dass sich ein wohliges Gefühl in seinem Unterleib ausbreitete. Doch wenig später beendete Lara diese Einheit und Tim hockte sich mit steifem Schwanz neben seine Kollegen auf den Boden vor die Frauen.

‘Insgesamt gehören die Homo-Sklaveninteraktionen zum härtesten und vielleicht auch für euch widerlichsten was euch passieren kann. Ich sehe ja, wie ihr euch schon bei dieser Kleinigkeit anstellt. Aber Herrinnen und sämtliche dominanten Wesen können noch auf viel bessere Ideen kommen. Tim schwante erneut übles, doch zunächst brachte Lara bzw. Rieke und Lisa ihnen anhand recht großer Dildos eine annehmbare Technik für den Oralverkehr bei. Erstaunt sah Tim zu, wie der rosane Silikon-Dildo nahezu vollständig in Riekes großem Mund verschwand, ohne dass sie ernsthaft würgen musste. Offenbar war sie dahingehend mehr gewöhnt. So ging der Tag quälend langsam dahin. Immer neue Konstellationen fielen Lara ein und Stück für Stück verbesserte Tim seine oralen Fähigkeiten im homosexuellen Bereich.

Kurz vor Ende des Unterreichts sagte Lara laut und voll grausamer Häme: ‘Zum Abschluss des Tages besorgt ihr uns eine kleine Showeinlage. Das ist immer besonders lustig!’ Ohne dass Tim wusste was dies zu bedeuten hatte, lachten und giggelten die Frauen aufgedreht. ‘Ja, wir nennen es den Teufelskreis’, setzte Sina lachend fort und erklärte: ‘Ihr fickt doch so gerne in Ärsche! Damit ihr auf eure Kosten kommt dürft ihr das jetzt tun.’ Tims Blick fiel sehnsüchtig auf Riekes ausladendes nacktes Hinterteil und damit war er nicht der einzige. ‘Ahahah’, tadelte Sina die Blicke der Sklaven, ‘ihr glaubt doch nicht dass ihr Rieke oder Lisa knallen dürft?’ Tim fühlte sich ertappt. ‘Niedlich die Kleinen, glauben dass sie saftige Sklavinnenärsche serviert bekommen.’ Selbst Lisa und Rieke lachten den deprimierten Sklavenhaufen nun erbarmungslos aus. Sina fuhr fort: ‘Nein, Teufelskreis: Ihr fickt euch in die Sklavenärsche und zwar schön im Kreis bis jeder einen Schwanz im Arsch stecken hat und seinen im Vordermann versenkt hat!’ Tim traute seinen Ohren kaum. Auf eine solche Idee wäre er im Traum nicht gekommen, wie konnte man nur solch einen abartigen Einfall haben? Aber halt: Nichts was einer Herrin einfiel war abartig; Tim rief sich selbst zur Raison.

‘Macht euch steif, benutzt Gleitmittel und startet die Performance’, befahl Sina. Sie und Vany gingen mit Gleitmittel-Spendern umher und Tim rieb sich Arschloch und schlaffen Schwanz sehr gründlich mit Gleitmittel ein. Er konzentrierte sich auf Sinas wirklich herrliche Beine die nur von engen Hotpants bedeckt wurden. Dieser Anblick, die demütigende Situation und das Gleitmittel verhalfen Tim ein weiteres Mal an diesem Tag zu einer eigentlich ungewollten Erektion. Wenig später spürte er 2Es harten Schwanz an seinem Arsch und versuchte sich so gut es ging zu entspannen. In den Arsch gefickt zu werden fiel ihm immer schwer. Zwar waren die Dildos der Herrinnen meist größer als echte Schwänze, aber 2Es bestes Stück war schlimm genug. Gleichzeitig versuchte er das Arschloch 1Cs vor ihm zu erreichen. Der haarige Männerarsch ekelte ihn an und wieder suchte er den Anblick einer Herrin um sich abzulenken. Es dauerte geschlagene fünf Minuten mit etlichem Geruckel, Gerutsche und Gestöhne bis der Teufelskreis zu stande gekommen war. Tim fand seine Position unglaublich ungemütlich und demütigend: Er saß verdreht mit schmerzenden Knien auf dem Boden, hatte einen prallen Schwanz im Arsch stecken und steckte mit leicht verbogenem Schwanz in einem männlichen Arsch. Aber von oben bzw. außen musste diese Performance wahrhaft bizarr und lächerlich aussehen. Tim blickte in die Gesichter der Frauen die er von seinem Platz aus sehen konnte: Jane, Sina, Lisa und Vany. Sie alle amüsierten sich köstlich; immerhin dazu waren sie gut.

‘Jetzt wird gefickt, wer als erstes kommt darf zum Abendessen Laras Pisse trinken, wer als letztes kommt leckt seinen eigenen Saft aus dem Arsch seines Vordermannes!’ Das konnte doch alles nicht wahr sein. Der Preis war fürstlich, aber die Strafe war unfassbar grausam. Unter keinen Umständen wollte er an 1Cs Arschloch lecken. Aber wie sollte er es bewerkstelligen in dieser unbequemen und wenig erregenden Position schnell zum Orgasmus zu kommen? In diesem Moment ging das wilde Geficke im Teufelskreis los. 2E griff hart an Tims Schultern und drückte seinen Penis tiefer in Tims Darm. Tim beeilte sich seine Hüften ebenfalls in Bewegung zu setzen und bahnte sich einen Weg in 1Cs engen Arsch. Rein physisch fühlte sich das durchaus geil an und da auch die gesamte Situation so dermaßen demütigend-erregend war, festigte sich Tims Erektion und er führte harte Stöße in den Arsch seines Mitsklaven, der merklich zu stöhnen begann. Zu gerne hätte er diese Szene von außen betrachtet. Überall ruckelte, klatschte und stöhnte es — Tim hätte auf diese Erfahrung mit seinen Kollegen durchaus verzichten können bzw. sie eben lieber mit den Kolleginnen gemacht. Nach etwa fünf Minuten wurde das Geficke immer wilder und Tim bedauerte noch nicht in der Nähe einer Explosion zu sein. 2A schien es allerdings anders zu gehen: Sein mächtiger Penis näherte sich einer Explosion und wenig später sicherte er sich Laras Pisse zum Abendessen.

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Why doesn’t everyone love rough sex, especially rough anal sex? I don’t know. Backdoor loving that’s a little on the rough side has always had a bad reputation. Take it from me, it’s not all bad. It can feel pretty good when done right. All I know is that I tried it once with a guy who was really patient and understanding, and I’ve been addicted to it ever since. My name is Jasmine Petit-Jean and I am a big and chunky, six-foot-tall, big-booty young black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton. I attend Plymouth County Tech, the local school. This right here is a tale of what happened to me during Summer School 2008.

I’m a criminal justice major at the school. Attending on a partial athletic scholarship. Life in Brockton is okay, I guess. The summer has come and I am bored out of my mind. There are a lot of sexy guys with muscular bodies, cute faces and big dicks in the city. There are a lot of freaky chicks with big tits and fat asses all over the city of Brockton too. Haitian chicks. Haitian dudes. Cape Verdean chicks. Cape Verdean dudes. Puerto Ricans of both sexes. Manly Jamaican guys and feisty Jamaican chicks. So many sexy bodies, so little time.

Unfortunately, I was stuck taking Beginning Forensics at Tech because I flunked it during the spring. My class was full of nerds of both sexes. Nothing against nerds but I like my men and women to be a little on the edgy side. A little hood is okay too. Class is boring and I am horny as hell. Luckily, I got some friends who are also in school this summer, though not for classwork. escort bayan bostancı They’re student-athletes attending summer sports camps. Good for them. Thanks to them, however, I scratched that itch and got my groove back. This is how it happened.

My girlfriends are always hating on me for being a sexually adventurous gal. Must be why I’ve got mostly male friends these days. Guys are cooler than girls and a lot nicer too. They don’t hate on me for ridiculous reasons and are less judgmental. Some chicks are okay but they are rare. Which probably explains why I’m currently spending time with my two favourite people in all the world. Alexander Pierre and Jennifer Saint Augustine. Two Haitian students I am friends with.

Presently, I am with two very horny people in a secluded room inside the department of athletics. I’m on all fours, face down and fat ass up. My butt cheeks are spread and my friend Alexander is drilling his ten inches of long black dick straight up my asshole. It’s a burning sensation in my ass. A deliciously hot pain that could make me howl, if my lips weren’t busy inducing moans and gasps on someone else. Namely Jennifer and that neatly shaved pussy of hers. I lick and probe her snatch with my fingers and tongue as her boyfriend ravages my ass hard and fast, just the way I like it.

We’re all having the time of our lives here. I love licking a woman’s pussy almost as much as I like sucking a man’s dick. Dicks are easier to please. Licking pussy escort bayan tuzla is a complex art form. It’s really a lot of work. Few women excel at pleasing both cock and pussy equally. Fortunately, I am one of them.

Alexander slams his cock deeper into my asshole, down where the sun doesn’t shine. I should mention that this is a brother who’s desperately addicted to the thrills of ass fucking. He’ll fuck anyone in the ass, male or female. Yeah, this bisexual black stud doesn’t discriminate. Though you’d never guess it by looking at him. This six-foot-two ebony stud is the captain of the Plymouth County Tech men’s baseball team. Quite possibly the best-looking and most popular male athlete on campus.

His long-time girlfriend Jennifer Saint Augustine is something of a sensation on campus too. She’s a five-foot-eleven, thick and busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Haitian beauty with a face models would envy and a booty that could make most porn stars and video vixens jealous. She plays for the Plymouth County Tech women’s soccer team. We first met when she bumped into me while I was practicing some moves with the members of the all-new women’s wrestling team. We’ve been tight ever since. Jennifer and Alexander are the golden couple on campus. Everyone envies them. Nobody knows their secret lives or secret talents. For example, Alexander is the best inter gender butt fucker I’ve ever seen. And Jennifer has the sweetest tasting pussy in Massachusetts. So much fun can be had with escort bayan göztepe those two, it’s not even funny. I get to do both of them. Lucky me!

Jennifer grabbed the back of my head, urging me to lick her faster. Normally, you just can’t hurry oral sex. Whether you’re sucking a cock or licking a pussy. It’s best to take your time. However, I was willing to make an exception at this point. Jennifer likes her sex varied, fun and quick. And so I used my awesome skills to bring her to a shuddering orgasm as quickly as I could muster. Her eyes widened and her lips quavered. Then she squealed in delight. I watched, thrilled and amused, as her pussy squirted hot girly cum. I gathered the precious fluid in my hands and tasted it. Just as I expected, it was yummy.

Meanwhile, Alexander rammed his cock deep into my ass. He got even deeper than I thought possible. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my lips. Ouch, that is most definitely going to leave a mark. Fortunately, I absolutely love rough sex. Including rough anal sex. What can I say? I’m down-ass chick who likes to live on the edge. You only live once, know what I mean? While l licked every last drop of girly cum from Jennifer’s pussy, Alexander finally came. The big black stud shuddered as he finally released his manly essence deep inside me. I felt Alexander’s hot cum rushing deep inside me. Like a flood of liquid fire. It filled me, and owned my ass. And I heard myself shout in sheer pleasure at the wonder of that awesome sensation. It burns, and it hurts, but it feels so good that I don’t want it to end.

A little while later, Jennifer and I licked every last drop of cum from Alexander’s cock. Hot damn, this was awesome. Summertime just got more interesting. I think I’m gonna stay close to those two. It’s always a lot of fun to hook up secretly at school. The danger, the thrill, it’s all intoxicating. I highly recommend that you try it sometime.

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Sleep was also the only place George could have any peace—with the help of several martinis. And even though Donna still appeared in his dreams, at least in this version, she was being faithful to him. She came to him in the darkness of his bedroom, silhouetted by light from somewhere down the hall, in total naked splendor.

Slowly, she walked toward the bed and slid under the covers onto her back. He rolled over on top of her, their lips coming together in a tender, loving kiss. Her hand went down between them finding his semi-hard cock and stroking it softly to full erection. She continued twisting her palm around it, loving the feel of his instrument of pleasure in her hand, until her level of arousal was such that she had to have it inside her. Adeptly, she smeared oozing pre-cum all over the head with her thumb, then guided it into her waiting, wet pussy.

He fucked her slowly with even, measured thrusts, as only a man in love could with his woman. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her velvety vagina was so real he could barely believe this was a dream. Her whimpers in his ear were so crisp as to suggest she was existent. They increased their tempo slightly as they approached climax, and it was only when George erupted in a satisfying orgasm that he awoke to the startling realization that this was real and not a dream.

George’s first instinct was to stop as the memory of what he had witnessed in her bedroom flooded his mind. However, she was in the throes of her own orgasm, and even though his was subsiding, the incredible feeling of it was too powerful to allow him to halt.

It wasn’t until she was completely done and they could both begin to relax that he noticed streaks of daylight beginning to filter in through the heavily lined draperies that hung on the window.

The real shock came as the room lighted up a bit. George rolled over rapidly as though the beautiful face he was staring at was actually a gruesome ghost.

“Kendall!”

She merely smiled at him from a blissful fog.

“Kendall,” George repeated, “what are you doing here?”

Finally, she pulled herself to a somewhat sitting position.

He was momentarily distracted as her beautifully round breasts came into view. They were a tad smaller than her mother’s, but no less impressive to look at. He shook his head to brush off the constant influence of sex.

Kendall reached out to caress the side of his face. “Relax, George,” she said in her most seductive voice.

“Why are you here?” he demanded.

“To make things right,” Kendall answered calmly.

“By doing . . . doing . . . this?” George gestured to the bed.

“By making love to you?” she corrected. “Well, that wasn’t entirely my intention,” she admitted, “but I hoped it would happen. Ever since I watched you fuck my mother when we went on the picnic, I’ve wanted you.”

“You followed us?” he asked with incredulity.

“We both did. And ever since then, I’ve wanted to fuck you and Mark has wanted to fuck my mother.”

“And obviously my son has gotten his wish,” George said sharply, “all behind my back.” He shook his head and lay back down despairingly. “The woman I love and wanted to marry is cheating on me with my own son. I don’t know what’s going on here.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, George, this is my entire fault,” Kendall confessed.

“What?” George asked, confused, “What are you talking about?”

“First of all, did you know your wife taught Mark how to kiss?”

“What?” Now, he was even more confused as to why she was bringing this up. “Of course, I knew.”

“Do you know how she taught him?”

“What do you mean, how?”

“She taught him by actually kissing him; not a mother-son kiss, but a man and woman kiss.”

“Yes, I know,” George admitted impatiently. “What’s your point?”

“And you were okay with that?”

“Yes. My wife and I had a very open relationship.”

“Does that mean you are open-minded?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“So you were open-minded enough to share your son with your wife, but not your future wife,” Kendall stated as though it was a fact.

“I knew beforehand about my wife and my son. I was a part of the decision,” George clarified. “I didn’t find out by walking in on them.”

“So, if you had known up front, you wouldn’t be upset?”

“Kissing is a little less . . . intimate . . . than sex.”

“Did you know that Mark wanted to have sex with your wife? He thought it would have happened had she not taken a turn for the worse during the education she was giving him.”

George did not become indignant as Kendall suspected he would. That told her something during his extended silence.

Finally, he admitted, “We did discuss that as a method.”

“So, you are open-minded enough not to be bothered by, shall we say, non-traditional sex.”

“Non-traditional?”

“It would have been incest between your wife and your son, and what you witnessed sarıyer escort last night was multiple participants.”

“No, I’m not bothered by that.”

Kendall breathed her relief, sensing there was more to his answer, but not pressing it. She now felt she was halfway toward solving this situation. “Excellent. Now, let me explain how this was all my fault so you can forgive my mother and we can all move forward.”

“You think it’s going to be that easy?”

“I do. You see, George, my mother and I are very sexual women. We love sex; so much we’re even bi-sexual. Did you know that?”

“Your mother confessed to me that she had been with women a few times after breaking up with men she dated,”

“You okay with that?”

He nodded, allowing the smallest of smiles. “It’s a somewhat stimulating thought.”

“If you think that, wait until you actually see it. Did she tell you that she and I have sex together?”

That surprised him. “No.”

She went on quickly. “There was a time after I turned 18 when I thought I might be a lesbian. None of the boys at school really appealed to me. My mother and I were not modest around each other and I found her very attractive. After one of those evenings when she broke up with a guy, she came home more down than usual. She feared she was never going to find a man she could really love. I wanted to comfort her, and knowing she had turned to women on such occasions, I made myself available to her. She resisted, but I persisted. She finally gave in and from then on, we started having sex. I was content, but she kept telling me that I shouldn’t give up on boys.”

If Kendall had to guess, the expression on George’s face said that he was envisioning her and her mother having sex. This was further evidenced by an ever so slight growth of his cock, which he subtly tried to cover.

“Then you and Mark came along,” she continued, “and you and my mom concocted this story about he and I needing to spend time together to overcome our awkwardness over being with the opposite sex. We were watching a movie in which two teens our age were kissing passionately. I remarked that no one kissed that well. I thought he was bragging when he said he did. That led to a discussion in which he admitted his mother had taught him. I convinced him to show me. He resisted, but I persisted.” She smirked as she repeated that line. “He was right. In fact, he was so good, I wanted more. Again, he resisted, but I persisted. We had the most incredible sex I could ever imagine anyone having.”

Kendall paused to gauge George’s reaction. Once more, she surmised that he was visualizing the scenario in his mind. She considered that a positive sign.

“Mark and I plotted the picnic,” Kendall confessed, “hoping we would have a chance to be alone. We thought it strange when you and my mom wanted to take a hike alone. So, we followed. I have to tell you, George, that watching the two you against that rock was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. It made Mark and I so horny that while we were watching you, he fucked me from behind. What do you think about that?”

“You really are a little hussy,” he noted, but with no animosity.

She poked her breasts out, making them really stand up. “Does that excite you?”

Of course, his eyes went to her tits, but he quickly tried to re-focus. “That’s what you’d like, isn’t it? So, I’m going to take a wild guess that your study session was anything but.”

“We learned more about pleasing one another.”

“And to think that we were concerned about the two of you getting along,” George remarked.

“So much so, you encouraged us not to date each other.”

“Well, that’s now irrelevant.”

“The fact is, George, Mark and I love each other—very much. And just so you know, it’s not just about sex. He’s everything I could want in a boy. And equally as important, he’s nothing like all the lecherous boys at school that turned me off to boys in the first place.”

“I see. So that explains the two of you wanting to go to the same college and wanting to share an apartment.”

“We felt you and mom would eventually come around to us dating. But then, when you asked her to marry you, making us step-brother and step-sister, we knew the only way we could have a relationship was to move away where we weren’t known.”

“Young love; ain’t it grand.”

“Please don’t make fun,” she pleaded. “We really do love each other.”

“I guess I suspected something was going on as quickly as you two hit it off,” George mused. “And Mark has been acting differently. Why didn’t you just come to us and tell us. We realized that if the two of you decided you wanted to date we couldn’t or wouldn’t stop you.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t have an answer for that.”

George nodded his understanding. “I can accept that. You can’t always help who you fall in love with. But that only explains you and Mark.”

“The Friday halkalı escort night you took mom out to ask her to marry you but were unexpectedly called in to work, she came home really down. She had really been looking forward to the two you spending the night together. In a word, she was very horny.”

“That was the same night Mark rescued you from friends who were going drinking, right? Is that what really happened?”

“Not so much,” Kendall answered honestly.

“So, the two of you went to your house thinking we would be gone all night,” George surmised.

“That’s correct. But of course, mom was already there. The three of us sat on the sofa talking. We could see she was disappointed. I could also see that the way she was dressed—you remember, that tight blue sweater dress?”

“Yes,” George said, recalling Donna in it. “She looked amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I could tell Mark thought so too, and it didn’t take me long to realize that the lump in his pants wasn’t for me. I know that mom noticed it also, and in her state, at that time, she was a little fixated on it. At that point, something suddenly made sense to me. I had discovered earlier in the evening that mom had walked in on Mark and I having sex when we were supposed to be studying, but she never did say anything. The reason, which I later confirmed, was that she was so aroused from watching us, she couldn’t say anything without giving herself away. That further explains her disappointment that your evening was interrupted. She had been so aroused from watching us that she couldn’t wait for you to satisfy her.

“So, there the three us were, sitting on the sofa and the sexual tension was becoming so thick we could hardly stand it. Had Mark not been there, I would have comforted my mother as I had done before, and we would have ended up making love. And what occurred to me was why couldn’t we both comfort her? So, without further thought, I blatantly started something and I strongly encouraged mom to participate. Of course, she resisted, but—”

“Uh, let me guess, you persisted.”

“See, you’re starting to understand.”

“And Mark willingly went along with this?” George wanted to know.

“He was very concerned about doing something behind your back. He resi—, well, you know the drill.”

“How many other guys have you and your mother—”

“None,” Kendall quickly answered, almost anticipating the question. “And just so you know, Mark was my first and I was his. And my mother doesn’t sleep around. She’s a one man woman.”

“And you don’t consider her with Mark—”

“It’s different. She doesn’t go looking for it. He was there, I pushed her.”

“But what does it say that she didn’t resist?” George countered.

“As I’ve said, George, we are very sexual women. We need and want a lot of sex. Once you two were married, you wouldn’t have been able to keep up. Mark can fill in the gaps. To be truthful, the kind of family we’re hoping for is one where we all participate. There may come nights when you want to fuck me and not her, or both of us together.” She could see him visualizing that and it was giving him a rise. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Well, of course, it’s appealing, but . . .” He shrugged. “And Mark’s in agreement with that?”

“He likes the idea and he really would if he knew you were.”

“So, when was anyone going to tell me?”

“We first wanted to determine if you were open-minded, and if so, how open-minded you are.”

“Look, I like sex as much as the next guy,” George explained. “I’m not opposed to threesomes and foursomes. Hell, I’ll even admit that my wife and I talked about swinging, before she got sick. And with her teaching Mark, well, obviously incest is not an issue. But we were always open and honest about our sexual desires.”

“I can appreciate that,” Kendall agreed. “My mother and I didn’t plan for any of this to happen the way it did—it just happened. There was never any intent to deceive you. Would we have liked for you to have been a part of it? Hell yeah. Do we still want you to be a part of it? More than ever.” She leaned in and put her hands on his shoulders. “We are all very sorry and we regret that you had to find out the way you did. My mother said she attempted to tell you yesterday at lunch, but was interrupted.”

George nodded, recalling the beginning of that conversation.

Kendall went on. She was on his right side and kept her left hand on his right shoulder while casually dropping her right hand to his left thigh. “As I said, I felt I was at fault for the evolution of this situation, and these things can escalate out of control if something isn’t done right away, so this morning, while my mom and Mark were still sleeping, I awoke, snuck Mark’s keys and drove his car over here, hoping this is where you were. I know you still love my mom and she loves you, and Mark and I love the two of you very much also. Again, I’m very sorry about escort bakırköy the way you found out about this, but since it’s not the situation that you’re upset about, do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive us and let’s get back to the way we were?” She eased her hand ever so slowly up his thigh toward his again fully erect cock.

Watching her hand, but making no attempt to stop it, George asked, “Is that your fallback plan? Seduce me?”

“No, I’m just anxious to fuck you again,” she answered very straight forward. “I have a feeling it wasn’t me you thought you were fucking the first time. I want to see how good it will be when you know you’re fucking me.”

George grinned, shaking his head. “You and your mother really are oversexed. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that Mark couldn’t resist Donna.”

“Don’t sell yourselves short,” Kendall countered, her fingertips making contact with his scrotum. “You and Mark are pretty irresistible too.”

Nodding pensively, George asked, “So, what will happen one night when I’m away on business, and you and Mark are up at college, and your mom is so horny she can’t stand it?”

“She won’t go out looking for another man, that’s for sure,” Kendall reported without doubt. “Or a woman. She’d fly to wherever you are, or if that was not possible, drive to the other end of the state to be with us. But she wouldn’t do it with a stranger.”

“And you’re so certain of this, why?”

“Because with all of the guys she’s dated, she never once cheated on any of them, regardless the length of the relationship. And just so you know, while I have emphasized how sexual mom and I are, it doesn’t mean we can’t control ourselves. Given your scenario, she would most likely just attack whomever of us arrived home first. And oh what fun that would be: my mother so horny she couldn’t think straight.”

Kendall now had his balls in her hand and was about to roll them around, but she saw that George seemed to be lost in thought. Not knowing if it was because of what she was doing or if he was mulling over their discussion, she halted, even removing her hand to make certain it was the latter, and if so, to give him a few minutes.

When he grimaced five minutes later, she could wait no longer. “Well?”

* * *

Donna awoke with a start, uncertain what caused it. Her sudden movement also shook Mark to wakefulness. He rose up on his elbow and turned to look at Donna. They regarded each other momentarily, distracted for an instant by their nudity, until the horrible events of the previous evening were frighteningly restored in their memories. The sudden change in their otherwise hollow expression indicated they’d both achieved the realization simultaneously.

“What are we going to do?” Mark asked helplessly.

Donna could only shrug. “Where’s Kendall?”

“I don’t know.” Mark tilted his head up to listen for the shower or any other telltale sounds. The house was quiet. He eased off the bed, suddenly ashamed of his nudity, and quickly scrambled for his clothes. He vaguely recalled stripping in the hallway, and dressed as he recovered each item.

Reaching the kitchen and living areas, Kendall was nowhere to be found. Donna was instantly behind him, having donned one of her skimpy robes. As Mark secured his belt, he realized that his pants were a bit lighter. A quick check of his pockets told him his keys were missing. He stepped over to a window, lifted a slat in the blinds, and was not really surprised that his car was gone.

“She took my keys and my car,” Mark reported.

“Where could she have gone?”

“Only one place I can think of.”

“Your house,” Donna concluded.

“She always believed that she started all of this sexual activity.”

“So, she went to there to attempt to fix it,” Donna finished as though they were thinking with one mind. “Give me a minute to throw some clothes on.”

Minutes later, in Donna’s car, Mark said worriedly, “I hope she doesn’t fuck it up worse.”

“You really think she would?”

“Not intentionally. But I’ve never seen my dad so angry. He might not be his usual rational self.”

“Well, whatever it is, we deal with it as best we can.”

Despite that seemingly calm statement, Mark could hear the tension in her voice. However, her face gave nothing away. One thing he did notice: as terrified as they both were about what they were facing, and as quickly as she had thrown herself together—no make-up, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, white button-up shirt, no bra as evidenced by the impression of her nipples against the material and the outline of her dark areola—she was still beautiful. “I have to tell you this. Some women are beautiful because they dress fashionably, wear carefully applied make-up and fix their hair just right, but see them without any of that and you wish you hadn’t. You, on the other hand, even as disheveled as you are now are beautiful regardless.”

Donna allowed a smile to surface through the misery she was trying hard to conceal. “Thank you, Mark, that’s very sweet.”

“I love you and Kendall. I really do. I’ve already lost one woman who was very important to me. It wasn’t fun. I don’t want to lose another. Even if my dad doesn’t come around today, I’m going to keep working on him until he does.”

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This story, plus the following chapters, is interwoven with a little bit of truth, fantasy, and fiction. Stories are what you make of them … the more realistic, the better.

As always, all comments and suggestions are appreciated. All characters are of legal age and any similarity to ages, names, and/or locations are purely coincidental.

I decided to revisit this portion of the story. As my writing developed I realized how much work it truly needed. I hope you enjoy the updated version!

Prequel to “An Unexpected Journey”

Before I begin my story, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 35 years old, 6’2″ and 195 pounds. I still stay in good shape being in the military and have been divorced for almost 10 years. Currently I’m on a deployment in the Middle East and have been here for a few months. The sole source of entertainment when I’m not working 14+ hour days is working out and spending what little relaxation time I have on my iPad or laptop, which was what I was presently doing. I had decided to check my social media networks before I headed off to sleep with Facebook being the least interesting.

An unexpected update from my niece’s page actually piqued my interest. Thinking back I realized I had last seen her years ago when she was in those awkward years … leaving her early teens and heading towards adult independence. I always knew in the back of my head she was going to be a little wild child when she grew up, taking after her mother seemingly in every way. The present picture I was looking at only confirmed my earlier thoughts; apparently she was celebrating giresun escort her 18th birthday with a raucous bunch of friends. I laughed to myself. Apparently she’s celebrating in style, and being an Aquarius, she liked being the center of attention.

Amused I clicked her page and began browsing through her pictures, wondering why I never bothered to see just what she had been up to ever since I came into the military. Curiosity got the best of me and I began looking at the different picture folders; birthday party, trip folders, and others appeared. Seeing a folder labeled “profile pictures”, I clicked on it.

“Wow she’s really grown up,” I said to myself.

That was when it hit me … almost unexpectedly; how incredibly beautiful and sexy she had become. Her facial features were incredibly smooth, flawless to be exact. Her soft brown eyes were almost hypnotic, almost to the point where I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her hair was golden light brown and framed her delicate features perfectly. Her lips were full and almost pouty in appearance.

“My gosh, she’s got perfect lips for sucking cock.” The words escaped my lips before I even realized what I had said. Almost as if on cue, a familiar sensation tingled through my cock as I felt it rapidly begin to tingle and expand.

“Wow she’s definitely changed since the last time I saw her,” I said to myself. Gone were the childlike mannerisms and adolescent immaturity. What I saw now was anything but that and my suspicions were confirmed when I clicked on another yalova escort folder labeled “selfies”.

I sat back from my laptop, staring at the screen. I couldn’t believe the image I was looking at; my niece on her bed, taking a “selfie” on her hands and knees. She wore a form fitting half shirt, showing off her tight, flat stomach. Her hip-hugging jeans embraced every curve of her body like a second skin. Her back, unbelievably arched, caused her ass to perk up in the air invitingly.

Immediately visions flashed in my head of firm little bottom bouncing into my hips seductively while glancing over her shoulder and teasingly biting her lip. The growing, tingling sensation in my cock began to cloud the feeling of guilt I was having, no longer viewing her as my sister’s daughter but as an incredibly young and sexy woman. While the sweet innocence I remembered was still there in her face, her body and demeanor said, “You know you want to me”.

As I looked at more pictures in the folder, a number of them showed her kissing to the camera, her lips pursed for effect. My fantasies began to take shape in my mind and I began to imagine her lips running up and down my cock, licking seductively, and kissing the shaft teasingly.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I thought. As if on cue, a steady stream of precum began to leak along the inside of my thigh … my cock completely hard.

With it straining against my boxers, lust once again overtook my feeling of guilt and I slid my pulsating cock through the opening yozgat escort of my boxers and slowly began to stroke it. A building wave of euphoria began to overtake me with each slow and measured stroke of my hand. Instantly precum poured from the head and began running down the side of the shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes from her sweet innocent face as I began stroking my slippery cock, the precum flowing easily over my fingers. Soft audible gasps escaped my mouth as I bit down on my lip, fighting the growing urge to let my building orgasm escape.

I began clicking through other pictures of her with breathless anticipation. Various pictures of her kissing seductively at the camera greeted me. The more I gazed at her, the more she affected me like a drug … I was craving her.

“Damn I want her,” I said to myself. I began to look at every detail of her body … imagining how her lips would feel, the scent of her skin, the feel of her tight young body against mine.

Unable to restrain my impending orgasm any longer, I straightened my legs as my back arched and my eyes closed. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the loud moans as they effortlessly escaped my lips. My balls began to tighten as my cock pulsated with each heartbeat as cum erupted from the enlarged head and splashed across stomach. Cum flowed in torrents from my cock as my fist pumped faster and faster. My breathing came in ragged gasps as more and more cum erupted from the head of my cock, dripping down the sides of my clenched stomach.

Leaning my head back, my breathing began to slow as my heart still raced … pulsating throughout my body as a familiar calm began to overtake me. Slowly I stroked my cock, gently milking the remainder of my cum from the bottom of the shaft to the head. I sighed lightly as a feeling of contentment played over me and my eyes returned to the images of my niece, seeing her in a completely new light.

Chapter 1 coming soon!

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Prelude

Ausweglos. Aus. Weg. Los. Mehr geht mir nicht durch den Kopf, nur dieses eine Wort.

Ausweglos. Manchmal benutzt man es belanglos, manchmal so, wie es seiner Bedeutung entspricht.

Ausweglos. Die Bedeutung dieses Wortes ist es, die mich gefesselt hält. Seit geraumer Zeit. Ohne jede Chance, etwas dagegen zu machen. Etwas dagegen machen zu können. Ich bin ausgeliefert. Dir. Deinen Gedanken, deinen Fantasien. Nicht, dass ich diese nicht schätzen würde, nein, auf keinen Fall. Normalerweise genieße ich es immer, wenn du sie auslebst. Denn meist habe auch ich etwas davon, wenn du deiner dominanten Seite freien Lauf lässt.

Ja, ich genieße es, wenn deine Dominanz mich vor dir zu Boden drückt, meine Handlungen nur noch das ausführen, was du bestimmst. Dir zu eigen sein, ein Geschöpf nach deinem Willen — wie oft hast du so schon mit mir gespielt, mir meine Grenzen gezeigt und mich sanft darüber hinaus geführt.

Doch diesmal ist es anders. Vor längerer Zeit haben wir uns über unsere Fantasien ausgetauscht, über Gedanken, die das Kopfkino zum Leuchten bringen. Ich weiß noch, dass du mir davon vorgeschwärmt hast, mich mit minimalen Mitteln so zu fixieren, dass ein Entkommen unmöglich wäre.

Eigentlich hatte ich gedacht, dass wir das schon umgesetzt hätten. Ich erinnere mich mit Schrecken daran, als du mir befohlen hast, mucksmäuschenstill da zu stehen. Keinen Finger, kein Körperteil durfte ich bewusst bewegen — wollte ich nicht, dass du dein gemeines, wundervolles Finger-Spiel an meinem Schwanz abrupt beendest.

Ungefesselt da stehen zu müssen, in einer Situation, die erotisch so aufgeladen war wie vor einem heftigen Gewitter — und zu wissen, dass jede noch so kleine Bewegung alles wie von Zauberhand verschwinden lassen würde … Ich glaube, ich habe nie stärker mit mir selbst gekämpft. Und gewonnen, in mehrfacher Hinsicht …

Aber scheinbar war dir das noch nicht genug. Du genießt es — wie hast du es ausgedrückt? Aus mir ein Stück zuckendes Fleisch zu machen, erregt, dir verfallen — und zugleich vollkommen hilflos. So wie jetzt. Hilflos. Ausweglos.

Unsicherheit und Verlangen

Am Anfang dachte ich noch nichts Schlimmes. Die Augenbinde, die ich so sehr hasse. Denn es gibt kaum etwas, was ich so sehr liebe wie den Blick in deine Augen. Diese wunderbaren Augen, die jede Gefühlregung von dir so deutlich zeigen; diese wunderbaren Augen, denen ich so verfallen bin. Aber damit ist jetzt Schluss!

Dass ich mich dann blind ausziehen muss — das regt meine Fantasie eher an als dass es mich verunsichern würde. Blind und nackt führst du mich in unser Spielzimmer, stellst mich ab wie ein Möbelstück und kümmerst dich nicht mehr um mich. Ich nehme nur minimal deine Bewegungen wahr, wenn ein Hauch deines betörenden Parfums mich umweht.

Die Türe schließt sich, du hast den Raum verlassen. Hilflos stehe ich da, dir verfallen, warte darauf, dass du wieder kommst — verspüre langsam, aber auch zunehmend, Unsicherheit. Was hast du vor, warum bist du verschwunden? Reichen dir unsere Spielzeuge hier nicht harem escort aus?

Warten. Warten. Die Unsicherheit nimmt zu. Soll ich mich bewegen, darf ich mich bewegen? Meine Gedanken wandern wieder einmal in die Vergangenheit. Du hattest mir damals befohlen, mich im Badezimmer auszuziehen und dich zu rufen, wenn ich fertig bin — du würdest mich dann abholen. Gesagt, getan, gerufen — und gewartet. Gewartet. Gewartet. Hattest du mich vergessen? Hatte ich zu leise gerufen? Hattest du es nicht gehört? Die Unsicherheit nahm mich mehr und mehr gefangen. Irgendwann hielt ich es nicht mehr aus — und trat aus dem Badezimmer, auf der Suche nach dir.

Die Ohrfeigen, die du mir daraufhin versetzt hast, waren sowohl körperlich wie seelisch tiefgreifend. Steht es einem Sklaven zu, die Befehle seiner Göttin infrage zu stellen? Seine Göttin beim Essen zu stören? Nein, nein, und nochmals nein. Diese Lektion habe ich damals schmerzhaft gelernt. Aber jetzt hast du mir doch nichts gesagt, oder?

Meine Rettung — das entfernte Stakkato deiner Absätze, welch herrliches Geräusch. Von Sekunde zu Sekunde steigt die Intensität, als du dich näherst. Ich bin glücklich, dass du wieder da bist — und habe jetzt doch ein wenig Angst davor, was die kommende Zeit bereithalten wird.

Verlangen und Lust

Die Türe öffnet sich, du trittst ein. Zart umweht mich ein Lufthauch, als du an mir vorbei schreitest. Ein, zwei Geräusche, die ich nicht einordnen kann. Dann das Öffnen eines Schrankes, du hantierst mit Spielsachen, die ich nicht sehen kann. Metallisches Scheppern, kombiniert mit der unnachahmlichen Melodie deiner Absätze — du bereitest etwas vor, das dir mit Sicherheit mehr Spaß machen wird als mir.

Ein Traum — du stehst hinter mir und deine zarten Hände tanzen über meinen nackten Körper. So schnell wird aus Unsicherheit Verlangen, Lust. Lust auf mehr. Auf deine Berührungen, die mir so gut tun. Deine Fingernägel bohren sich in meine Brustwarzen, aber das erzeugt mehr Lust als Schmerz. Wie sehr ich dich liebe, deine Berührungen, deine Nähe, all das, was du mir schenkst.

Sanft ziehst du einen Fuß von mir nach hinten, sorgst gleichzeitig dafür, dass ich dennoch das Gleichgewicht halten kann. Mein Fuß verschwindet in einem Schuh — und als ich wieder festen Boden unten den Füßen habe, weiß ich auch, in welchem: die Plateau-High-Heels, die auf der einen Seite so erotisch aussehen, auf der anderen Seite aber extrem restriktiv sind. Denn jeder Schritt damit will bewusst gesetzt sein, um die Eleganz auszudrücken, die du damit stets von mir einforderst.

Du fasst mich von hinten an den Hüften und dirigierst mich durch das Zimmer. Und obwohl ich eigentlich ein gutes Raumempfinden habe, hat mich die lange Zeit der Ungewissheit alles rundum vergessen lassen. Deine Berührung sagt mir, dass ich stehen bleiben soll. Wieder muss ich einen Fuß heben — und etwas erhöht abstellen. Das gleiche geschieht mit dem zweiten Fuß — ich bin froh, dass du mich stützt, damit ich nicht ins Straucheln gerate.

Wie kalamış escort aus dem Nichts berührt etwas meine Arschvotze, begehrt nachdrücklich Einlass. Nachdem sich meine Überraschung etwas gelegt hat, entspanne ich mich — und der Dildo wandert Stück für Stück in mich hinein. Aber nicht so weit, wie ich es sonst manchmal spüren (und genießen) darf. Tja, dann muss ich wohl selbst für etwas mehr sorgen und gehe leicht in die Knie. Wie schön ist das, wenn der Dildo in mich hinein- und wieder herausgleitet.

Dein lautes Lachen lässt mich stoppen — steht es einem Sklaven zu, sich in Gegenwart seiner Göttin selbst zu ficken? Ich glaube, das lasse ich jetzt lieber sein.

Du bedeutest mir mit einer Berührung, erneut einen Fuß zu heben — und als ich ihn anschließend abstelle, ist der Boden plötzlich deutlich tiefer. Als auch der zweite Fuß wieder auf dem Boden steht, habe ich ein großes Stück des Dildos tiefer in mir aufgenommen. So tief, dass es schon wieder schön wird.

Eine kalte Berührung am Hals sagt mir, dass auch hier etwas restriktives zum Einsatz kommt. Das schwere Halseisen? Nein, es ist die Spreizstange, die die Hände auf sicherer Distanz zum Hals hält. Als alle drei Schlösser fixiert sind, nimmst du mir die Augenbinde ab.

Wie sehr ich deinen Anblick liebe, mich danach gesehnt habe! Dein gemeines Lächeln, das deine Augen und dein Mund ausstrahlen. Deine Zufriedenheit. Mit dem, was du geschaffen hast. Denn meine Situation ist jetzt — ausweglos.

Lust und Schmerz

Nicht aufwändig — aber enorm wirksam. Ich stehe in den hohen Heels über einer Dildostange, und der Dildo ist tief in mir verschwunden. Ich kann meinen Unterkörper minimal auf und ab bewegen, bekomme aber nie und nimmer den Dildo aus mir heraus. Und selbst wenn ich die Heels von meinen Füßen bekäme, würde ich mich nur noch tiefer mit dem Dildo penetrieren. Da meine Hände in der Spreizstange fixiert sind — habe ich keinerlei Möglichkeit, dieser Situation zu entkommen. Ausweglos.

Ausweglos. Deinen Fantasien, Wünschen und Vorstellungen ausgeliefert. Diesmal nicht zu deinen Füßen, sondern aufrecht in High Heels vor dir stehend — aber nichtsdestotrotz dein Sklave, ohne jede Möglichkeit, seinem Schicksal zu entgehen.

Ich gebe zu, es ist nicht so, dass ich die Situation nicht auch etwas genießen würde. Dein Anblick, das Wissen, welch wundervoller Körper sich unter deiner Kleidung verbirgt. Die Gefühle, die der Dildo in mir auslöst — vor allem, wenn ich mich leicht bewege. All das sorgt dafür, dass meine Erregung, meine Lust nicht zu übersehen ist.

Das ist auch dir nicht entgangen. Langsam kommst du mir wieder entgegen, streichelst meine Brustwarzen, spielst mit meinen Eiern — treibst meine Lust in ungeahnte Höhen. Ich hasse dich. Ich liebe dich. Es ist eine Berg- und Talfahrt, die meine Gefühle, meine Empfindungen in dieser Situation durchleben.

Aber du wärst nicht du, wenn du dem Ganzen nicht noch die Krone aufsetzen würdest. Du gehst wieder zum Schrank, kavacık escort holst mehrfach etwas heraus, das ich nicht sehen kann und hantierst damit eine Weile herum. Als du dich zu mir umdrehst, verschwindet all das, was du in deinen Händen hast, hinter deinem Rücken.

Schritt für Schritt kommst du mir näher. Deiner Bitte, meine Augen für kurze Zeit zu verschließen, komme ich nach. Ich weiß zwar nicht, weshalb — aber deine Nähe bringt mich immer wieder zum Dahinschmelzen, das weißt du genau. Und das nutzt du auch perfide aus.

Zunächst berühren deine zarten Finger wieder meine Brust — und als du sie wegnimmst, baumeln plötzlich zwei schwere Gewichte an meinen Brustpiercings. Tief durchatmen, und langsam lässt der Schmerz nach.

Dann spüre ich deine Finger an meinen Eiern, sie umspielen sie und verpassen ihnen eine feste, aber aushaltbare Bondage. Aber auch hier sorgt dann ein Gewicht dafür, dass mir im ersten Moment Hören und Sehen vergeht. Ganz ruhig stehen, möglichst keine Bewegung, das wäre jetzt gut für mich.

Kurzzeitig hoffe ich, dass es das jetzt mit deinen Gemeinheiten war, als ich die Augen wieder öffnen darf. Doch was ich sehe, lässt mich zweifeln. Du hast einen Masturbator in der Hand, eine Silikonhülle mit einem sehr anregenden Innenleben, mit dem du mich schon öfters in den Wahnsinn (und darüber hinaus) getrieben hast. Er ist an einem stählernen Arm befestigt, den du jetzt an die Dildostange montierst. Gut eingeschmiert rutscht der Masturbator über meinen Schwanz, hält ihn wie mit einem festen Griff.

Schmerz und Bewegung

Du Teufelin in Menschengestalt, du ewiger Quälgeist und Dämon meiner Gedanken — was tust du mir nur an? Womit habe ich das verdient? Du hast mich in eine Lage gebracht, die mehr als ausweglos ist. Gibt es das überhaupt? Ausweglos. Dir ausgeliefert — ja, das hatten wir schon. Aber jetzt drehst du die Schraube noch weiter, maximierst mein Leiden. Denn der Dildo in meinem Arsch und der Masturbator an meinem Schwanz wollen beide nur eines: Bewegung. Bewegung, die die Geilheit anstachelt. Bewegung, die die Lust in immer höhere Sphären katapultiert. Bewegung, die gleichzeitig aber auch die verdammten Gewichte in Schwung setzt — und damit den Schmerz explodieren lässt.

Mir stehen Tränen in den Augen, vor Schmerz, vor Lust. Und du fragst ganz unschuldig, ob ich denn kommen möchte. Nichts lieber als das — oder doch nicht? Es zerreißt mich innerlich. Noch nie in meinem Leben habe ich einen so enormen Zwiespalt der Gefühle erlebt. Schmerz und Lust, Lust und Schmerz — es sind zwei eineiige Zwillinge, den einen gibt es nicht ohne den anderen.

Und das spüre ich, als du hinter mich trittst und mich ganz sanft streichelst. Plötzlich fliege ich, bin dir ganz nah, verschmelze mit dir. Schmerz und Lust sorgen dafür, dass eine immense Explosion mein Innerstes zum Bersten bringt und mich auf einer Wolke im Paradies landen lässt — denn nirgends anders kann mich dieser Höhepunkt hingebracht haben. Auch wenn aus dem Schwanz nur ein dünnes Rinnsal läuft …

Dein Dankeschön: Nachdem du mich befreit hast, darf ich mich an dich kuscheln. Stundenlang. Du fängst mich auf, als ich ganz langsam wieder auf der Erde ankomme. Ob ich überhaupt dorthin zurück will? Ich weiß es nicht. Ich weiß nur eines: ich bin dir verfallen, meiner Göttin.

Und ich freue mich so. Auf unser nächstes Spiel. Ich liebe es! Und ich liebe dich!

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