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Three friends. Best friends. School teachers with the summer off. North Carolina, hotter than Hades. Charlene, with an old family tie to the slender islands known as the Outer Banks, found a beach house to rent, through a friend of a friend. A four bedroom though they’d only need three, the three friends all bringing their husbands, of course. The house is just a few miles from Cape Hatteras lighthouse, and a nice beach walk to the Pier.

“I’m going to burn off some pounds walking,” Charlene said to Vanessa and Kendra, the three-way phone call connecting their girlishly sparkle-colored iPhones.

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be nice,” Vanessa said. “We can all burn some calories, with the ocean to look at.”

“And men,” said Kendra. “There’ll be lots of beach-body hotties there, I’ll bet.”

“More like dad-body hotties, but that’s not so bad,” Charlene said. “There was a silver fox walking the beach when Gunner and I drove over last week. He was as hot as an old guy gets.”

Kendra chuckled. “How old was he?”

“Fifties. Sixty, maybe. He was slim, and tan, with a short grey beard and wavy grey hair. Yeah, I woulda done him.”

Vanessa and Kendra laughed, and Charlene giggled like she does. The girls, as they call themselves, can go off on giggling tangents about good looking men at the drop of a hat, so much so that they have to watch themselves at school, in the teacher’s lounge, where caffeine-fueled conversation flows easily.

They’d become a three girl clique because they’re youngish and childless. Youngish as in thirties, although Kendra and her husband Calvin are the pups of the group at twenty-nine. Sweethearts since they were kids, she and Calvin had survived college apart, a long stint of working in different states, and now are together again, married for the last three years.

Calvin plays softball with Vanessa’s husband Zeke, and Zeke hunts with Charlene’s husband Gunner. Calvin’s not a hunter. He says a black man should never enter the woods in North Carolina during hunting season. Gunner says he’s right, even though it saddens him to think that his home state is still such an intolerant place when it comes to race. As far as Gunner is concerned, Calvin and Kendra are good people, simple as that. Color is something you pick out at the paint store, not something that distinguishes a friend.

Zeke thinks so, too. He’s a displaced Northerner who ended up in Raleigh for work. He met Vanessa in a dusty antique store one fateful day. Gunner and Charlene met in a similar way, though it was at an antique gun show and she was with a redneck boyfriend who was way less than the marrying kind. So clueless was he, he didn’t even notice the love-at-first-sight look in Gunner’s eyes when Gunner slipped Charlene a business card. Gunner’s Firearms and War Antiques was emblazoned on it, and Gunner’s own personal phone number was written on the back. He and Charlene were married a year later.

And so the six of them had decided to vacation together, a week at a beach house. It was a first, all six of them together like that, with overnights involved. The closest they had come to something similar was afternoon pool parties at each others houses, parties that occasionally stretched into the evening. The first was the jittery one, with nervousness about showing bodies in swimwear, but that had quickly normalized. Charlene remains the most self-conscious. “Gunner wanted me to buy a bikini to take, so I found one, and bought it,” she said to Vanessa and Kendra, there on that threeway phone call. “I’m sure I won’t wear it. I hope he forgets about it.”

“Why?” Kendra said. “Girl, you look as good as anybody. There isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t say you’re cute.”

“If I can wear one, you can,” Vanessa said. “Kendra’s the only one with a bikini body, but do you see that stopping me?”

“Hey, if your fat’s not all rolled up like the Michelin Man, you’re good,” Kendra said, chuckling. “You girls have nice curves. That’s all a man looks at.”

“Damn right,” Vanessa said. “When we get there I’m putting on my bikini and finding that silver fox. I want to take a walk with him.”

The girls all laughed. Their minds all pictured a sun-stroked beach, and a tanned, handsome man.

—

Charlene decided that the bikini Gunner had made her buy was a maybe. She would maybe wear it one time on their vacation, if the stars aligned in a perfect way, with few people on the beach, or maybe none but her own comfortable group, with Vanessa and Kendra wearing theirs. If it did happen, she needed to be prepared, meaning a suntan all around her middle, so she worked at it for two weeks before the trip, in her backyard, in private.

Gunner caught her at it one day, when he came home earlier than she’d expected, him saying “Damn, hun, you look good all sweaty.”

Charlene, lying on her back in the strong sun, propped herself up on her elbows. “What are you doing home so early?”

“That guy came and bought all that şerifali escort Civil War stuff, so I closed up,” Gunner said. “We should celebrate.”

And so they did, right there by the pool in their private, surrounded-by-woods backyard. Stripped naked, sweating in the sun-stroked North Carolina heat, they fucked three different ways and Charlene came twice. Gunner loves the way she orgasms — loud and proud, always giggling, always smiling.

—

After she’d tanned her middle, at home, Charlene didn’t wear the bikini again until the last day of the vacation. The week at the nice beach house had gone by in a flash — days of suntanning, walking, exploring the lighthouse and swimming. In the evenings there was homemade pizza, restaurant dinners, and even a night of dancing out at hole-in-the-wall bar, to the sounds of a loud, old-fashioned jukebox that was filled with classic rock and oldies. In the late evenings the three couples watched Netflix movies on the TV, sipping wine and beer. Lots and lots of wine and beer. Sunny mornings worked off mild — and not so mild — hangovers, walking the beach and swimming in the new day’s surf. It had been the perfect vacation, full of good cheer, friends getting along, lots of laughter.

“I can’t believe how fast this went,” Vanessa said, walking the beach with her two best girlfriends on that last full day. “I don’t want to go home tomorrow. Think the landlord will give us another week?”

“This place is booked solid,” Charlene said. “We were lucky to get this week.”

She and Vanessa and Kendra all fell silent as they walked. The gentle, rhythmic whoosh of the surf hypnotized them, as it does, and their minds played back the memories of the dreamlike week. Charlene, proud of herself for finally working up to that day’s unveiling of her first-ever bikini, found that her own dreamlike remembrances were stuck in a loop — it was the quiet, muffled sounds of her friends having sex that, for the moment at least, was most memorable. They were surprising sounds that she’d never anticipated. That kind of new, voyeuristic intimacy hadn’t even crossed her mind before the trip, although she realized it probably should have, what with three youngish, healthy, happy couples, all sleeping in small bedrooms clustered around a small upstairs hallway. There will be sex, she now realized, and the quiet, dreamy, sexy sounds of it echoed in her mind.

Vanessa, and especially Kendra, didn’t think much about it. Kendra had expected it, thought of it as normal, and Vanessa, after just the first night, went with the flow and let her inner teenager out, the one who never cared much about conventions. It was part of why she had found the week so relaxing. It was a true get-away, and the sexual dormitory feel of the late nights was a nice little thrill. Over the last few years the girls had talked about their sex lives some, so, for all of them, hearing the audible proof of their friends’ healthy marriages was nothing but good, and secretly exciting.

But it was far from the week’s only sexy aspect. The girls in their swimsuits, putting on suntan lotion in the sun; the guys in their swim trunks, emerging from the ocean glistening wet. Conversations had turned sexy many times. And the movie choices had gotten more and more romantic and sexy, with quite a bit of nudity that kept eyes open wide while the popcorn was eaten.

The final evening together, after a delicious restaurant dinner, proved to be unique. “Is it warm in here?” Charlene asked, after returning to the house. Everyone took a turn looking at the digital thermostat, and the guys had a look at the indoor and outdoor portions of the air-conditioning system. A phone call was made, to the landlord. He called back with the unfortunate news — on the warmest of the week’s nights, the A/C was out of commission until morning.

“There’s ceiling fans in all the rooms, you guys, and the sea breeze,” Kendra said. “Let’s just open up all the windows. It’ll be old-fashioned.”

Vanessa announced she was going swimming, a nighttime swim to cool off, and the others agreed it was a good idea. It began a night of lounging around in swimwear, the coolest clothing option to wear in the warm house, the girls all in bikinis, the guys all shirtless in their swim trunks. Charlene was proud of herself, a bikini girl with a wine glass in hand, standing in the brightly lit kitchen with the others, her hair towel-dried but damp from the nice swim. That was when Zeke, looking a bit timid, tossed down the wildcard.

“You guys said there’d be a DVD player here, so…I brought this.” He tossed a slim DVD box onto the kitchen table.

“Oh my God!” Vanessa said to her husband. “You brought that?”

“You know that one,” he said. “It’s one of those old classics. It’s pretty mild compared to…”

Kendra smiled. “You two watch porn together? That’s so nice! I love that. Calvin, honey, we should do that.”

“Yeah, şile escort I’m good with that,” Calvin said, nodding happily.

“Real…porn porn?” Charlene asked, picking up the DVD box to have a look at it. “Wow, that’s some seriously big hair on that girl.”

“It’s from the 70s,” Zeke said, glad that everyone looked at least somewhat intrigued by it. “It’s a real classic.”

“Are we…watching it?” Charlene asked, placing it on the table again, slowly, as if it was fragile. No one answered right away, but some shoulders were shrugged.

“I wouldn’t mind,” said Kendra.

“Now there’s a surprise,” Vanessa said mockingly.

Gunner looked intrigued. “Why do you say that?”

Charlene hooked her arm around his, pulling herself in tight against her husband’s bare skin. “Because she’s always horny.”

The characterization of his wife made Calvin smile. “You mean it shows, even at school? Why am I not surprised,” he chuckled.

“Hey!” Kendra said, her brown face blushing. “I’m not a slut or anything. Why are you telling these guys this stuff?” Her eyes, shyer than they’d been all week, glanced at Gunner and Zeke.

“We’re not worried about it,” Gunner said, his blue eyes twinkling. He gulped a mouthful of beer, swallowing it down his throat.

“Let’s fire it up,” Vanessa said, picking up the DVD box, holding a glass of red wine in her other hand, as usual. “It’s our last movie night. Might as well make it hilarious, right?”

A general agreement happened, somewhat subdued and shyly quiet. A few minutes ago Kendra would have yelled Hell yeah!, but instead she stood quietly as her blush faded. Her embarrassment faded, too, replaced by a coy little smile.

‘Firing it up’ was also a subdued, quiet affair, as couples took their seats together in their usual places — Gunner and Charlene at one end of the big couch, Calvin and Kendra on the loveseat. Vanessa, sitting herself down next to Charlene on the couch, left room for Zeke to join her. Her eyes stayed on him as he placed the shiny DVD in the player’s drawer. The TV, already on, showed a blank blue screen before flickering to life.

“Ah, the perfect cheesy saxophone music,” Charlene said, smiling, and then, “Jesus! Ten seconds in and they’re already…”

“Zeke! You dog!” Kendra said. “So much for this being a mild old classic! That girl knows how to suck a cock! “

The gang fell into an uncomfortable silence, listening to the plaintive saxophone, watching a first-class blowjob.

“This is before Viagra,” Zeke said. “Some of the guys in these old ones are…”

“…like half-cooked noodles,” Vanessa said. “This guys not one of them.”

“No sir,” Kendra said. “He’s a happy boy. Big and hard.”

Soft chuckles fluttered in the warm air, air that moved with the spin of the big ceiling fan. The smell of damp hair and damp swimsuits swirled in it, a sensory trigger that seemed to compliment the wet, glistening, slightly noisy blowjob on the TV screen.

In the newly exciting real life of the too-warm living room, the women’s eyes glanced at their mens’ crotches, first at their own husband’s and then, more covertly, at the others. All of the men seemed to have more of a lump under their swim trunks than they did before. Vanessa made the first move, sliding her hand to the very top of Zeke’s thigh, with her pinky and the finger with her wedding ring on it playing ever so slightly with the leading edge of the lump from Zeke’s growing erection. Zeke, excited by his wife’s playfulness, knew there was no turning back, at least from a visual standpoint. He was growing, and growing fast, and in mere moments there would be no missing the big lump, if anyone cared to look.

Of course everyone cared to look, to see, to judge the situation, the escalation. There wasn’t a person present who wasn’t thrilled by the goings-on, but all were silent, pretending it was just another movie night.

And then, on the TV screen, the blowjob ended and the fucking began, for no reason, with no storyline or plot to call for it. The man and the young woman were naked now, fucking, with her on top. The view was from between the man’s knees — a squared-up, steady-held camera shot of relaxed-looking balls, a big cock fucking a wet pussy, a cute little feminine ass and asshole.

“Damn,” said Kendra, her eyes glued to the action. Emboldened by Vanessa’s teasing finger play, Kendra went bolder, her hand finding the entirety of Calvin’s big lump. “Somebody’s liking it,” she said as her eyes met his. “Damn, honey. You’re gonna get me all worked up.”

Calvin smiled. He wanted to kiss his beautiful wife Kendra, but he knew if he did he might not be able to stop. So he sat there with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity in his mind as he turned his attention back to the screen, his peripheral vision as active as ever before, noticing all three wives tentatively and silently playing with suadiye escort their husband’s hard lumps.

Charlene wondered what Kendra ‘all worked up’ would look like. She loved Kendra’s free spirit when it came to gossiping about sex, and some of Kendra’s nighttime sex noises that week, muffled but unmistakable, had been nothing but deeply erotic and lovely.

The sex position on the TV screen changed to girl-on-top sixty-nine. It happened in a quick movement, and Vanessa let out a moaning, breathy “Ohhh fuuuck” when she saw it, a quiet exclamation that she would rather have kept inaudible. Zeke’s hard cock, sheathed by the fabric of his swimming trunks, filled her unmoving, fisted hand.

“What year is this?” Charlene asked, thinking that normal conversation might take the temperature in the room down a few degrees.

“1976, I think,” Zeke said.

“That’s the year I was born!” Charlene said. “They were doing this way back then?”

Kendra smiled. “Sure. Sixty-nine is nothing new. Are you thinking about your mother and father?”

“Gross!” chuckled Charlene.

“I gotta say, they’re good looking,” Vanessa said, gently massaging Zeke’s lumped crotch. “Some porn actors don’t do it for me, but these two are definitely hot. Good pick, baby, although I still can’t believe you brought it.”

The sixty-nine scene, beautifully filmed, proved worthy of the ‘classic’ designation that Zeke said the movie had earned. Long, lingering camera shots, a pure soundtrack of nothing but the couple’s noises, nicely judged close-ups of tongue on pussy, and mouth on cock.

After a few minutes of it, Kendra said, “Okay, this is just crazy hot. I can’t just sit here. You guys won’t mind, will you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she untied the bright white cord at the waist of Calvin’s swimming trunks. With a ripping noise that seemed amplified, she pulled apart the velcro that held the fly shut. Calvin’s hard cock was there, naked and fully out, unrestrained by the mesh lining that’s inside some men’s swimsuits. Blacker of skin than the rest of his body, his big cock was soon halfway inside Kendra’s quietly moaning mouth. Shock silenced the others, their eyes there, on the live blowjob, not on the action on screen.

Charlene knew she should protest, saying Kendra, what the fuck! or something along those lines, but she also wanted to take it all in, to watch her sexiest friend’s technique, not to mention keeping eyes on Calvin’s nice hard man-meat for a few moments more. It was a conundrum, but a very hot one, one that had her thoughts ricocheting like a bullet all around the room. There was the ongoing hot as hell sixty-nine on the TV screen, and Kendra’s live-and-in-person blowjob, and Vanessa’s sneaky hand, now inside Zeke’s swimsuit. Gunner was the odd man out, his cock obviously hard, lumping his swimsuit noticeably. Charlene looked at him and shook her head. It wasn’t a No! Stop this! shake of the head, it was more of a disbelief, a shake of the head that said Can you believe this?

Gunner could believe it. He’d had the fantasy, as soon as the trip was announced a month ago, and many times since then. He just hoped his sweet, somewhat self-conscious wife Charlene would go with the flow and let things take their natural course.

Just moments later, Zeke’s cock was let out to play. Vanessa had done it, with Zeke’s help; his swimsuit pushed down onto his thighs, his lily-white hips and ass bare on the couch cushion, his moan quiet but masculine when Vanessa commenced her own version of a blowjob.

Charlene leaned her head close to Gunner’s, her eyes wide and curious, her mouth just inches from his. “Are we doing this?” she whispered.

Gunner answered with a push of his hands on the waistband of his swimming trunks, pushing them down, releasing the full length of his hardness. The slowly moving air from the ceiling fan felt heavenly on it, and Charlene’s hand felt even better.

Three women — and a fourth on the TV screen — make wonderful communal noises when sucking cocks. Three happy men — and a fourth — make moans that thrill those women. It’s the kind of thing that easily goes out of control, and Kendra let herself go there. With her man’s cock in her mouth, she reached her free hand behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bikini top. The brown-skinned heft of her lovely black-nippled tits hung freely, and Calvin reached for them.

The couple on the TV were suddenly louder, the man fucking the young woman doggy style, his energetic torso repeatedly slapping, with a steady rhythm, against her smooth, beautifully curved ass. She let her happiness out in lovely, musical ways.

None of the three men in the room wanted to cum, because it might have started a slowing, an ending, but, due to the high heat of the moment, theirs was hard-fought stamina. Kendra’s bare tits, or more accurately, her near nudity in just her little, cheeky bikini bottom, was doing just the opposite of cooling the men’s minds.

And then Vanessa was topless, too, her breasts as milky white as whipped cream, nearly luminous as compared to the deep tan on the rest of her. It was that contrast, that glow, that drew all of the men’s eyes. The fleshy plumpness of her tits, and the bullet-shaped hardness of the tips of her nipples, kept those eyes entranced.

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The Duchess’s Christmas ball was a complete bore. Narrow minded snobby upper class nobles were not who Kathrina really wanted to spend time with. Her father had insisted that she attend in hopes of finding a proper husband for her, maybe. Her mind drifted only to her coven. That was where she longed to be, standing in a circle of power with her coven in the forest. Tonight was the celebration of the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. Her father’s stern words echoed in her ears “…you will not take part in those practices ever again…you will learn…” Instead she sat in a far corner wearing an uncomfortably tight fancy dress, softly crying to herself watching others have the freedom to celebrate their own holiday. She wanted to celebrate too, but just not here. Wiping her stray tears with the sleeve of her dress she noticed two young men eyeing her.

They looked to be in their early 20s; both fashioned long hair tied in a ponytail. Kathrina smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy the night even if she could not partake in the Winter Solstice celebration. Besides, it might be worth while to give her father more headaches and create new rumors for herself. She arose from the little love seat she had occupied and strode light as air to the young men. She passed those snobby nobles as they cheered ‘Happy Christmas, have a great New Year’ to each other. They were such liars. Many of the women stared crossly at her probably wishing a thousand horrible things upon her. Kathrina made sure to smile and nod to the men that dared meet her glance in front of their wives.

She stopped directly in front of the two men, interrupting whatever conversation they had been having. “Hello ma’lady. I take it you noticed are staring at you. I apologize it was rude of us.” The man that spoke had light brown hair with lovely green eyes. The silent man was the most attractive, having shiny onyx tresses with icy blue eyes.

“Your apology is accepted, however, I came over wondering if you gentlemen would help me locate the Duchess’s bedroom.” Kathrina said feeling as if her heart would explode in her chest from pure excitement.

They looked at each other and the one with the lovely green eyes spoke again, “But, ma’lady why would you want to find the Duchess’s bedroom?”

“Help me find it and I will tell you.” She smiled at them. In her head she was chanting to the Goddess for strength and grace. “My name is Kathrina and I’m completely bored with this Christmas ball that my father forced me to attend.”

“I am Nicolas denizköşkler escort and this is my cousin Michael. He is visiting from Italy and does not yet speak English very well.” Nicolas, the green eyed one spoke as he took Kathrina’s extended hand and gently kissed it. She looked Michael up and down, thinking he would be beautiful naked. “Fine then, I am a bit curious of why a noble young lady would need in the Duchess’s bedroom. I presume that her Lady’s bedroom would he upstairs.”

“I would image probably the fanciest, richest room.” Kathrina added, wrinkling her nose up. She found the Duchess’s vanity and outrageous behavior disgusting. They proceeded to the large extravagant stairwell. All the guests were too busy now with dinner being served that no one paid any attention to the three of them. The guests would soon be stuffing themselves with duck and Christmas cakes. She noticed that Nicolas and Michael were glaring at her again. They looked her up and down, seeming to like her hips particularly. She smiled. “It is rather uncomfortable, this dress. I would rather be Skyclad. You men don’t have to wear these heavy annoying dresses with tons of lace and strings with petticoats.”

“Maybe not ma’lady, and for good reason. I don’t know any man alive who could make lace and strings look so beautiful.” Nicolas commented, testing her. Kathrina smiled to herself, reveling in the feel of excitement. They made their way down a corridor, which held at least ten different rooms. Priceless paintings hung every so feet down the hallway and occasionally a pedestal holding a vase of Christmas flowers dotted the hallway. They had checked every room but one along the hallway, none seemed to be fit for the Duchess. The last room at the very end of the hall was locked.

“This must be it, but it is locked.” Kathrina whimpered in defeat.

“Yes, but hold on.” Nicolas turned to Michael and they spoke in their native Italian tongue.

Michael smiled, “Not problem, segnorina.” His accent was so thick and Kathrina found it to be unbelievably sexy. From his inside coat pocket he pulled out a small tool. Watching in amazement Kathrina realized he was picking the Lady’s bedroom lock. Within seconds a loud CLICK was heard and Michael opened the door. The room was beautiful! It smelled of cinnamon and holiday cheer. The Duchess did love Christmas and her room was adored with scented candles, pine cones, wreaths, poinsettias, and priceless other valuables. She heard Michael alemdağ escort lock the door behind them.

“Now, ma’lady, what is it you needed in here for?” Nicolas asked. He looked her over more closely. Her breasts were full, sitting high on her chest thanks to her tight corset. Her waist tapered inward then curved outward for her rather wide hips. He dared to step closer to her, touching her cheek with his right hand.

“I would like you both to help me celebrate the holiday. Since I cannot be with my own clansman and celebrate my own holiday because my father is shrouded by ignorance, I will embarrass him by being a complete slut. The rumors will spread tomorrow that I was seen with two attractive men with gleaming smiles. No man in this village will want to wed me and he will toss me out of his home and I can be with my coven. It will surely be the death of him.” She grinned a bewitching look overtaking her face. “Do you mind helping me out of these annoying confinements?”

Nicolas spoke to Michael and together they untied, unbuttoned and unlaced Kathrina from her prison. Her puffy velvet dress lay in a heap on the floor and she stood staring at them in the nude. Moving gracefully she danced to the Duchess’s bed and made herself a seat. “Please, I believe it is your turn to undress.”

She laughed as their fingers hurriedly unbuttoned their shirts and trousers. Michael grew restless struggling with a stubborn button and ripped his dress shirt the rest of the way off. Nicolas approached the bed, standing in front of Kathrina. He was semi hard and getting more excited by the minute. Without a question Kathrina wrapped her small hand around his shaft and stroked him. His eyes were lowered, watching her head lean in close to his warm genitals. Her lips surrounded the tip of his penis and she sucked inward until his balls were against her chin. Nicolas was wide, not too long, but so wide. Kathrina was getting wet just thinking about what it would feel like in her. Michael had crept up behind her on the bed and helped her to lie on her back. She had both men on either side of her face now, begging to be sucked. Michael’s penis looked delicious, long and thick, but not as wide as Nicolas. They rolled together until she was on top of Michael and Nicolas laid to the side watching. Michael whispered Italian into her ear; she had no idea what he spoke, but didn’t really care. Holding herself up off him a bit Kathrina spread her pussy lips apart. Her folds were slick and sticky akbatı escort from her lust. Michael griped her hips and bore her down unto his shaft. Kathrina moaned loudly from being filled with the thick Italian man. Her insides were like velvet caressing his skin. She seemed to melt all around his dick and the tightness was almost painfully. Kathrina felt so free at this moment.

Suddenly Nicolas’s palms on her ass snapped her back to reality. He was pushing her front torso down and moving her legs closer to Michael’s sides. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he fingered her clit. Soon the sticky goo was dripping all over her thighs. She gritted her teeth as an orgasm rippled through her tiny form. Michael could feel her orgasms as the muscles tightened inside her. He slowly pulled his penis out, giving Nicolas a chance. To, Kathrina’s surprise she felt her cheeks being spread wide apart. “Hold on…what are you doing?”

“Just relax ma’lady.” He answered, then said something to Michael. Michael hands slide around to her ass and held her ass apart. Kathrina relaxed her backside, resting her head on Michael’s shoulder.

“It okay, signorina.” Michael cooed to her. He sent feather soft kisses all over her face.

Nicolas used the cum from Kathrina’s orgasm to lubricate his throbbing penis. Once slippery with her cum he pushed the head against her anus. Kathrina grunted into Michael’s ear as pain shot through her rectum. Slowly and gently Nicolas rocked his thickness into her tight little hole. When Kathrina’s hips began pushing back into Niculas’s thrusts Michael carefully slid his shaft back into her velvet softness.

Kathrina was in another world. She loved this new feeling of being completely filled by these men. Her hips met each thrust, all in time with each other. Nicolas was thrusting quick and deep into her ass while Michael’s wonderful dick was doing the same between her thighs. She squeezed a hand down between her body and Michael’s to her clit. She rolled the little bud between her fingers and began stroking it.

Their climax was coming close. Nicolas’s assault on her bum was becoming more violent; he was balls deep into her. Michael’s rock hard shaft was fucking her nice and slow now. She herself was cumming all over his penis. Nicolas began to cum, and it felt strange as he erupted his hot semen inside her anus. He slowly withdrew rolling onto his side. Michael flipped her over unto her back and brought them both to a mind-blowing orgasm. Together they curled up on the Duchess bed smelling of cinnamon, pine cones and hot sex.

Just for good measure, before Michael dressed Kathrina worked her magic on his cock again until he spurted hot goo all over the Duchess’s pillow. “That was the best celebration I’ve ever had at a boring Christmas ball. I will certainly have to attend one again.” Kathrina told them before they parted ways.

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Chapter 1

Mortified. If Ron had thought of the word he might have used it to describe how he felt at the moment — so embarrassed and so angry at himself that he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He had been so freakin’ stupid!

She said she was going to the grocery store!

He usually locked his door when he did it, but he had been in such a freakin’ rush to get to his room to gawk at Mrs. Gregerson sunning at her pool, her freakin’ bikini top undone, her half way decent ass barely covered. He ran up the stairs, praying, hoping that he’d get to his bedroom window and not miss it, if and when she propped herself up with her elbows to reach for her ice tea or whatever the hell she drank. Last week when she did that she had twisted her torso and he had seen her naked tits for at least five seconds.

Even without the bare tit or tits, he’d still have a good time beating off, watching her, thinking about how good it would be to fuck her, then shoot his jiz all over her face, her tits, her ass. He’d look at her nearly naked body and think about ramming his cock into her, just like in the porn vids his friend Josh would let him rent when the manager wasn’t in the store. Ron had made copies of ten of them with his two VCRs.

Watching Mrs. Gregerson sunning was almost better than beating off to the porn vids, actually each made the other better. Without the porn vids he would never have thought of ramming his cock into her hot asshole, or rough fucking her mouth, or having his cock between her big tits, her hands holding those big fleshy orbs together making a tit-cunt for his sliding prick then shooting his wad all over them. And when he watched the porn vids on the days Mrs. G sunned, he’d imagine the chicks in them to be Mrs. Gregerson, begging for it in her ass, or it would be her screaming, “Harder! Harder! Ron! Fuck me harder!”

He would watch her from his bedroom window, usually naked himself, his palm all slicked up with hand lotion, yanking his crank seeing her nearly naked on that cushioned redwood chaise, but also seeing her in his mind, fucking her, fucking her so good, so hard, her mouth, her cunt, her asshole, and the combo of that would make him cum so freakin’ hard he’d shoot jiz onto the window sometimes, and it felt so damn good while his prick pumped, but then fifteen minutes later he’d feel so damn ashamed, not only for being a perv, but for his nearly complete failure with girls.

He wasn’t a virgin, he had hooked up twice, fucked both chicks, not total dogs, but he wouldn’t have been interested in either of them if he had been sober. He had a few “Clinton” hookups too when he had been drunk but he now no longer counted those as anything. When he liked some hot, pretty chick, he was so freakin’ nervous, that whenever he had a chance to talk to the girl his brain would go blank, switch off. Most girls thought he was an asshole, thought he was stuck up, or a hard-ass loner, or god knew what.

There had been two girls during the past couple years he had really liked, wanted to go out with, not only wanted to thoroughly fuck them, but actually wanted to get to know them, and he had blown it with both girls. Each had approached him at parties or at school, smiled at him, tried to get him to talk, and he’d mumble something about how he needed to get another beer, or if it was at school he’d say he had to see the coach or something. Excuses to walk away so they wouldn’t see how much he liked them and how damn stupid and nervous he was. His brain just shut down around girls he liked!

She was supposed to be at the grocery store!

He wasn’t thirteen anymore! He wasn’t sad about his mother dying unless he really thought about her, and he hated to admit it, but he really didn’t think about her very often anymore. He was eighteen now! When his father went around the country for three months every summer to supervise road or freakin’ bridge construction or whatever that damn company built around the country, he didn’t need Aunt Jean to freakin’ baby-sit him anymore! He would be in college in a few months! He would have been okay being alone for the summer since he was freakin’ fifteen!

And she was so freakin’ weird! She had never gone swimming in the freakin’ pool, not once, not one freakin’ time during any of the fucking summers she had been here. And she always wore those dumb-shit, dorkwad clothes! Who the fuck wore long, blue jean shorts that were hemmed?! And she must have five fucking pairs, and those damn stupid tee shirts that are always too freakin’ big on her! The only freakin’ parts of her he had seen were her oddball fat calves and piano ankles, her arms basically from her elbows down, and her head!

All that first summer she had stayed, he thought she was real fat under those clothes just like her fat-ass ankles, but then at the end of summer, on a windy day, her stupid baggy tee shirt had been plastered üsküdar escort against her side and she wasn’t fat at all, which just proved what a freakin’ dork she was! She couldn’t even buy clothes that fit right! And that fuckin’ freak eye of hers she was always hiding with her hand, and those stupid large plastic frame glasses! It was like she was a freakin’ cyclops, or… or always taking a freakin’ eye test looking at a fuckin’ chart on the wall!

His self-loathing skyrocketed with that last thought. He was an asshole. She wasn’t a cyclops, she could see out of the always squinting eye. That odd shape to her eyesocket and cheekbone, and that drooping scar around the socket forming a backwards “J” on her face was from a car crash when she was about his age. It hadn’t even been her fault. According to Dad, she had almost died, and that freaky eye and freaky part of her face had gone through six operations, plastic surgery and other shit, and it was the best it was ever going to look. He said she had other operations too but he hadn’t gone into much detail about those.

Ron knew he definitely was an asshole. He was trying to put her down in his mind and all she had ever been was nice to him. She had never been some dictator during the summers she stayed with him, although she wouldn’t let him walk all over her either, but he had never really tried that. She had never attempted to be a replacement mom either. If he thought about it, she had been nice, had even tried to be his friend, and he had never responded in kind. He did what she said he had to do, and when he tried to pull something she pointed out that Dad had told her the rules. He had done some shit a few times, coming home drunk, or drunk and stoned, actually more than a few times, but she had only realized he was high three or four times. She had told Dad, but had spoken with him first, saying she wasn’t a tattletale, spy, or informant on him, she was just following his dad’s instructions, and his dad trusted her to tell him when Ron broke the rules.

Those times had made him mad as hell because he never told on her. He hadn’t really noticed when he was thirteen that first summer, actually it wasn’t until near the end of the next summer that he figured out Aunt Jean got drunk at least once a week. He could sort of tell from the way she walked, and sometimes she would forget to angle her face away when she spoke to him, and she’d forget to used her hand to hide the scars and disfigurement especially when she watched TV. Once she wasn’t even wearing her thick framed glasses when he first walked into the family area, but she had quickly put them on. Mostly it was her slurring of words that let him catch on to it.

Those nights would always end the same way. She’d go to the guest room early, saying she was sleepy. She’d take a bath, or shower in the guest bathroom, and then on and off for the next couple hours she’d be in the bedroom, he guessed on the bed, crying on and off, fits of sobbing really. He had noticed other signs too. She always used one of the dark blue glasses they had when she drank alcohol, not the clear glasses. He never mentioned it to Dad. He didn’t want to get her in trouble, and she hadn’t told on him a few, well, more than a few times, when he had broken some rule — I won’t tell your Dad this time, but you have to promise me you won’t do that again. He’d always promise.

She was supposed to be at the freakin’ grocery store!

He got off the bed and started pacing. He’d have to leave his room sooner or later. When he realized Aunt Jean was getting drunk and crying, he had felt sorry for her, but even with the pity, he never was very nice to her. He should have been. Maybe it was that she was such a dork, or the way she acted so weird about her eye that first summer she stayed, even though he had seen her at least a couple times every year all his life.

Her eye had creeped him out as a boy when Mom had told him to give Aunt Jean a hello or good-bye hug. That was when he was a little older, but when he was he was really young her weird eye didn’t bother him much. She’d always play with him quite a bit when she’d visit for a week or so during summers and a week during Christmastime. Maybe she knew how to relate to kids better. She taught first grade. That was why she had the summers free to be here. He could recall snippets of those early times, and he couldn’t remember her covering her eye up or turning her face away to the side when she talked with him. Ron couldn’t even remember noticing the eye when they played and laughed together. Maybe she had been baby-sitting him then too, just for an evening or day when Mom and Dad went out.

He recalled telling her when he must have been about nine that she’d be really pretty if she didn’t have the ugly eye. In his boy’s way, he had thought it was a compliment. The comment had made her cry. He wasn’t sure, but he sort of recalled gaziemir escort that after that, she had started angling her face slightly away from him whenever she was around him. Just like she did now. It was after that the hugs started creeping him out.

Yeah, he had been an asshole to her.

But she said she was going grocery shopping!

Yeah, and he told her he was going to get his running shorts and go for a run. He shut his eyes tight. He had been so close to shooting his wad, holding his breath, ready to feel the surge, slowing down the strokes, squeezing his hand tighter around his aching hard, thick prick, his sliding hand was Mrs. Gregerson’s torrid asshole, she was begging him to fill her ass with his hot cum. He was a few seconds away from shooting it, his body stiffening, his torso curving forward a little. Then his bedroom door abruptly swung opened.

He wasn’t sure if he jumped but he instantly turned towards the sound, his hand still gripping his deep red, throbbing rod. He wasn’t certain he had jumped, but he was positive Aunt Jean had. She had let out a brief high pitched yelp too. Her good eye went really wide and her freaky eye strained to open wider too, so much so there had been a sort of stretch crease by her odd, disfigured cheekbone. She had frozen after her little “EEEK!” Her eyes fixed on the hard rod in his hand. It had to look like he was pointing it right at her, which in essence, he had been. Her jaw couldn’t have dropped lower.

He had frozen in pose too, still hunched over a little, gripping his throbbing prick at the base, he had stopped breathing. Time seemed to become suspended, or at least super slow motion. Her eyes on his cock, his eyes on the extra distortion behind her thick framed glasses around her freak eye. It seemed they had stared at each other for ten seconds, although it couldn’t have been more than a couple, yet he recalled that he had thought at the time, Why aren’t either of us moving? A few moments, maybe microseconds, after that thought, Aunt Jean moved first. Her face raised slightly, followed by her good and freaky eye, which met his eyes. He remembered her mouth still open wide like an elongated “0,” then the next moment, she dropped the folded tee shirts, underwear, and socks she had in her arms, turned and ran out of the room. He became unfrozen, virtually jumped the ten feet or so to his door and slammed it closed then pushed the button on the knob to lock it.

That was forty minutes ago. Jeezuz. It’s only June tenth! I have to face her for two and a half months more! I’m eighteen! She doesn’t have to be here!

He and Dad had talked about that. Dad agreed he was old enough to take care of himself, but he also said he thought Ron would end up partying a hell of a lot and that worried him, things getting out of control, someone getting hurt, the liability. He added that since he had suggested Ron take this summer off, not work for the contractor this summer and just enjoy himself before college started, that the old adage about boredom being he devil’s playground had some validity to it.

Ron had said he could trust him a dozen times, but Dad said he knew how peer pressure worked, he knew that even if Ron didn’t plan a party, maybe some friends would just show up some afternoon, and in a friendly way they’d share a six pack and after Ron drank a beer or two suddenly having just one party wouldn’t be that bad because everyone would be careful and adult about it.

Dad then admitted that half of the reason, maybe the larger part of he reason he wanted Aunt Jean to stay the summer again, was for Jean. He said it was good for her to get out of her little house, swim in their pool, relax in a change of scenery. When Ron had told him Aunt Jean never used the pool, Dad hadn’t believed him at first then had sort of believed him. Dad said that Jean had some unresolved “issues” since the auto accident. It wasn’t just her face that was injured but she had other scars too. That maybe she was shy because of that. He had told Ron that she had really been a very pretty girl, very nice and sweet, popular, and all that in high school, then in her senior year the accident had happened. Ron had been about six at the time.

Ron now blinked with an epiphany. That’s why I don’t remember her face being fucked up when I was real little. A second realization hit him. When he was really young, she had only been a girl, like twelve or thirteen. That would make her like thirty or thirty-one now. A third realization hit him– He had never wondered how old she was. She was Dad’s little sister, so maybe he assumed she was in her thirties, because Dad was forty-one, but hadn’t Dad been in high school when she was born? No, maybe he was in middle school? How old is she? The way she dressed and the freaky eye, mostly it was the way she dressed, he just thought “dork” when he’d look at her, not any age. sancaktepe escort Ron’s gut instantly tightened at the sound of the three soft taps on his door.

Jean cleared her throat. “Ron? Ron, I… I think we… um… I think we need to have a brief talk. I… I’ll be in the kitchen. Come down, okay?”

FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! Ron took a slow breath. “Uh… yeah. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, in… in a minute.”

“All right.”

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! His gut was in a knot. He had been hoping she’d just pretend it hadn’t happened. He tried to think of some excuse or explanation but what explanation could there be but the real one? SHIT! He figured he better go down and just get it over with.

He left his room and went to the kitchen. When he entered Aunt Jean was sitting at the table not the island counter, her right elbow on the table top, her forearm vertical, her hand at her face as if resting her head slightly against her palm, or holding the dorkwad thick plastic frames of her glasses, but he knew it was there to cover her freak eye. She was staring down at a glass of water. Her head moved slightly, her good eye looked at his waist then back down at her glass of water. He sat down at the end of the table, she was at the side of the table, her good profile towards him. It was their usual positions on the rare occasions they both sat at the table. He usually ate his meals in his room or in front of the big TV. She usually ate in the kitchen area.

Ron took a quick breath. “I’m… I’m really sorry, Aunt Jean. I…” He didn’t know what else to say.

“I… I’m sorry too. I… I should have knocked. I…” She stopped talking and sipped her water. “I thought you were out running and so when I brought the laundry up I didn’t think you were home.” She took a breath.

Ron needed to ask and spoke fast, “Are you going to mention this to Dad?”

Jean kept staring at her water glass. “No.” She took another breath. “I don’t think that’s… it’s not necessary. You… you were just doing what… what a normal boy would do. And… and I know when there are… are attractive women around that…”

OH SHIT! She knows I was checking out Mrs. Gregerson! Ron’s gut knotted tighter.

“… that guys… boys, I mean… young men…” She took a sip of water. “That guys will… will have thoughts and…. and will fantasize.” Another sip of water. “Girls… girls… I mean, everyone… I mean both sexes… masturbate. It’s… it’s a psychological and biological function. So… so… I don’t… I don’t think you should feel embarrassed about… about it. And… I… I can understand why… why you were watching Eileen, but… but…” She took another sip of water. “I’m not sure… that… that you should be looking at her… without…. her… I mean… without her knowledge, it’s like you’re… I… I mean… I don’t think that’s a good… habit to…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. “You’re eighteen, Ron, I… I know you think I shouldn’t be saying anything to you about this, so… I… I mean, I guess that’s right. You’re a young man now, and I’m… I’m….”

Jean turned her face away from him. Her hand rose and quickly wiped both her eyes. Her head swiveled forward again and she drank more water. “And… I’m just some… some ug… some… aunt who’s a… a grade school teacher, so… so I know I shouldn’t be telling you how to live you life or… or what to do.”

She cleared her throat and then took yet another sip from her glass. “And… and… I… I really didn’t mean to… to just stand there, but… but… I was… so… so shocked… I mean surprised, that I… I froze. I’m sorry about that too. That and not knocking. I’ll never again go into your room without knocking first, even… even if I’m sure you’re with your friends or out on a date with some girl or something.” Jean took one more sip of water. “Is there anything… do you want to say anything?”

“I… I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m… I’m very, very sorry.”

Jean pushed her chair back and stood without looking at Ron. “I… I… I’m going to do the grocery shopping now.”

“I’m… I think I’m gonna drive over to Josh’s and… and I may uh… grab a burger later… with… uh… the guys. So… I’ll be home… like late.”

“All right.” At the doorway to the laundry room she lowered her hand from her face.

*

Ron turned onto his street. It was near midnight. Josh’s mom had essentially thrown him out at 10:30 because Josh was working tomorrow morning. Ron had gone to a cafe in town and nursed an iced cappuccino as long as he could, then just walked around the dead shopping area for a while. He finally ran out of options and slowly drove home. As he approached the driveway he noticed a lamp on in the family room. That didn’t mean Jean was up. She usually left an undercabinet light on in the kitchen and a lamp in the family area when he was out and she went up to bed. He saw a subtle flicker, changes of light at the closed drapes. Shit! She was up. She had the big TV on.

At the cafe he had decided to just act as normal as possible around her. He didn’t want any more tension or weirdness between them than there had been prior to her barging in on him beating off. He just wanted everything to go back to normal.

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Kapitel 31

Genau wie gestern wurde ich auf dem Stuhl gefesselt und das Gitternetz wieder über meinen Schwanz gezogen. Genau wie am Vortag begann das Netz meinen Schwanz wieder mit Stromstössen bis zum Orgasmus zu reizen. Ich spritzte nicht mehr so viel Sperma in den Raum, da ich ja erst mit Lisa abgespritzt hatte.

«Guten Morgen. Na, da hat sich ja wer recht in die kleine, hübsche Rothaarige verguckt. Erzähl, wie war der Orgasmus mit ihr?» begrüsste mich Eva aus dem Dunkel. «Sehr schön.» Sofort wurde es mir wieder warm ums Herz.

«Da du keine Erlaubnis hattest von uns, mit der Kleinen zu wichsen, müssen wir dich bestrafen.» In dem Moment sandte das Netz einen äusserst schmerzhaften Impuls durch meinen Penis. Ich schrie vor Schmerzen, aber auch weil ich völlig überrascht wurde.

Nach einer kurzen Pause kam der nächste Stromstoss. Nach drei weiteren Stromschlägen hing ich völlig fertig in den Fesseln. «Merk dir dies. Kein Orgasmus ohne unsere Erlaubnis. Verstanden?» herrschte sie mich an. «Ja» gab ich kleinlaut und mit Tränen in den Augen zurück.

«So nun zum Tagesprogramm. Als erstes siehst du einen kleinen Film über unser schönes Camp.» Der Bildschirm ging an und ein adrett gekleideter Mann mit Anzug und Krawatte erschien und begrüsste die Zuschauer im Camp St.Albert.

Es war ein auf Hochglanz polierter Werbefilm. Ich erfuhr, dass es vor allem für Jugendliche wie mich gedacht ist. Es gab sechs Knabenzimmer mit jeweils sechs Betten und drei Mädchenzimmer ebenfalls mit sechs Betten.

Es wurde alles selbst erzeugt und bewirtschaftet. Eigene Küche, eigene Wäscherei und alles durch die Insassen angepflanzt und gekocht. Extrem stolz war der Krawattenträger auf die Tatsache, dass jeder Insasse eine massgeschneiderte Therapie und Erziehung erhielt.

In dem Film wurden auch die verschiedenen Räume und Arbeitsorte gezeigt, so dass ich nun einen ersten Eindruck hatte, was mich hier erwarten würde.

Der Film dauerte etwa dreissig Minuten und mir wurden anschliessend viele Fragen über das Camp gestellt. Wenn ich die Fragen nicht richtig oder zu ungenau beantwortete, wurde mir geduldig die richtigen Fakten erzählt.

Wenn ich nach dem zweiten Mal die Frage immer noch nicht schnell und präzise genug beantworten konnte, erhielt ich wieder einen Stromschlag in meinem Schwanz. Nicht mehr so stark wie die Bestrafung, aber immer noch sehr schmerzhaft. Es schien ihnen extrem wichtig zu sein, dass ich alles verstand und richtig wieder gab

Ich hatte das Zeitgefühl verloren, aber die ganze Prozedur dauerte sicher an die drei Stunden. Mein Kopf fühlte sich schwer an und ich war müde. Ich bekam aus einem Glas mit Strohhalm etwas zu trinken und konnte mich ein paar Minuten erholen.

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«So, nun kommen wir wieder zu dir» erklärte Eva aus dem Dunkel. «Ich zeige dir jeweils zwei Bilder und du sagst mir, ob dir das Linke oder das Rechte besser gefällt. Du hast zehn Sekunden dich zu entscheiden, sonst funkt dein Schwanz.

Es kamen Bilder mit geschminkten und ungeschminkten Frauen. Dann kamen immer jüngere Mädchen, welche im Badeanzug oder Trainingsanzug fotografiert waren. Da ich nicht viel Zeit hatte, um zu entscheiden, wusste ich nicht so recht, welche Richtung ich einschlug.

«Dir gefallen also schlanke und junge Mädchen» stellte Eva fest. Weiter ging es mit diversen Frauen. Diesmal aber alle nackt. «Also Frauen mit kleinem Busen und langen, dunklen Haaren gefallen dir. Eher der Latino-Typ» stellte Eva fest, eher zu sich selbst als zu mir.

Es wird wahrscheinlich schon stimmen, dachte ich bei mir. Nun kamen einige Bilder mit verschiedenen Fetischen. Züchtigungen der verschiedensten Art. Weiter mit gefesselten Frauen und Männer und zum Schluss noch viele Sextoys in Anwendung. Die Entscheidungen fielen mir nicht immer einfach, ich gab mir aber Mühe wirklich das ansprechendere Bild zu bestimmen.

Von Peniskäfig über Analdildos bis zu Nippelklemmen. Diese Bildserie taxierte Eva nur mit einem langgezogenen «Hmm!». Nun erschienen Crossdresser in verschiedener Unterwäsche oder halb nackt. Auch junge Shemales mit schönen grossen oder kleinen Brüsten und glatt rasierten Penissen wurden gezeigt.

Am Schluss blieb escort bayan bostancı ein Bild auf dem Schirm stehen. Es war ein junges Mädchen mit langen, dunklen Haaren und einem fein geschnittenen Gesicht. Sie hatte kleine, feste Brüste. Sie gefiel mir sehr.

Nun zoomte die Kamera etwas zurück und man sah, dass das Mädchen einen Schwanz hatte. Dieser war halberigiert und in etwa so gross wie meiner. «Na gefällt sie dir?» «Ja. Er.. sie.. gefällt mir wirklich sehr.»

«Dein Herzschlag sagt uns, dass du sie sehr, sehr interessant findest. Willst du uns etwas dazu sagen?» «Ich habe mir oft, wenn ich die Kleider meiner Schwester trug, solche Bilder angeschaut und mir damals überlegt, ob ich so werden möchte. Nun bin ich – aber glaub ich – gerne ein Junge.» «Interessant» schloss Eva gedankenversunken.

Schon begann die nächste Serie. So ging das noch ewig weiter. Anpissen, Windeln, Dominante Akteure und Devote Situationen. Bei vielen Bildern hatte ich keine Ahnung, dass es Leute geben soll, welche auf so was stehen. Zum Schluss wurden mir noch nackte Männer gezeigt.

Nach endlos vielen Fotos, wurde der Bildschirm endlich schwarz. «Das hast du sehr gut gemacht,» lobte mich die Dame aus dem Dunkel. «Du hast dir eine kleine Pause verdient. Es war etwas viel auf einmal, aber mit diesen Auswertungen sind wir in der Lage die Therapie genau auf dich abzustimmen.»

Eva fuhr fort: «Wir haben eine kleine Szene vorbereitet, damit du dich etwas entspannen kannst» Auf dem Bildschirm war unsere Zelle von gestern Nacht zu sehen. Lisa sass auf ihrem Bett und ich gegenüber.

Den Ton hatte man stummgeschaltet. Wir redeten zusammen und die Kamera zeigte Lisa in den verschiedensten Winkel. In Grossaufnahme sah man einmal ihr schönes Gesicht, wie sie mich anstrahlte. Dann wurden ihre schönen Brüste gezeigt und dann ihre Spalte, wie sie mit den Fingern daran herumspielte.

Mein Schwanz wurde sofort hart und gross. Dann wurde wieder die Totale gezeigt und die Szene, wie wir uns selbst befriedigten, ungeschnitten abgespielt. Es war sehr emotional.

«Ja, ja die Liebe. Du wirst sie noch verfluchen. Aber jetzt zurück zur Philosophie unseres Camps. Hier kommt der nächste Film. Schau genau hin» Der Bildschirm flackerte.

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Auf dem Bildschirm erkannte man einen Jüngling in meinem Alter. Er war nackt und komplett rasiert. Er war sehr muskulös und sein jugendlicher Körper gefiel mir, musste ich mir eingestehen. Sein grosser und steifer Schwanz stand von dem sauber rasierten und glatten Bauch ab.

An seinen Handgelenken waren Ledermanschetten angebracht und mit Ketten gespreizt an der Decke fixiert. Auch seine Fussknöchel waren mit Lederriemen versehen und eine Spreizstange verhinderte, dass er seine Beine schliessen konnte.

Die Aufnahmen waren nicht so professionell wie die Pornos vom Vortag. Die Szene war nicht so gut ausgeleuchtet und die Auflösung war auch nur mittelmässig. Nun kam eine Frau ins Bild. Sie war identisch unserer Wärterinnen gekleidet.

Ich schloss daraus, dass dieser Film im Camp aufgenommen wurde. Die Wärterin setzte sich auf einen Stuhl direkt vor dem Schwanz des Jünglings. «Der ist ja schon richtig schön gross geworden» sagte sie und strich langsam dem Schaft entlang und umkreiste seine Eichel.

«Du warst unartig und hattest Sex mit deinem Bettnachbarn. Stimmts?». Der Jüngling schlug die Augen nieder und nickte schuldbewusst mit dem Kopf. «Du weisst, dass ich dich nun bestrafen muss».

Wieder nickte der Jüngling. Die Frau wichste den strammen Schwanz noch etwas weiter. Die ersten Tropfen bildeten sich an der Spitze des strammen Schwanzes. «Erzähl mir was passiert ist. Du weisst, dass dein Fickpartner die Geschichte nebenan erzählen muss. Also keine Ausflüchte oder Lügen»

«Ja ich weiss. Martin kann nichts dafür. Es war meine Lust die uns in diese Lage gebracht hat.» «Na dann los erzähl mir die Geschichte» ermahnte sie den Jüngling. Sie stoppte dabei die Wichsbewegungen nicht.

«Es begann unter der Dusche. Martin und ich waren per Zufall gemeinsam unter der Dusche. Er pisste plötzlich einfach los. Mich machen Pinkelspiele extrem escort bayan tuzla an und ich bekam schlagartig einen harten Ständer.» Er musste eine kleine Pause machen, da die Wichsbewegungen ihm doch sehr zu schaffen machten.

«Ich kniete mich direkt vor Martin und öffnete meinen Mund. Er überlegte nicht lange und lenkte mir seinen warmen Strahl in den Mund und über mein Gesicht. Als er fertig gepisst hatte, nahm ich seinen unterdessen auch harten Prügel in den Mund und begann ihn langsam zu lecken. …Bitte machen Sie langsam» flüsterte er zu Eva. Die liess ein paar Minuten von seinem Schwanz ab.

«Nach dem Abtrocknen zog ich ihn zu meinem Bett. Zum Glück war sonst niemand im Zimmer. Er präsentierte mir erwartungsvoll seinen Arsch und zog die Backen auseinander. Ich leckte seine schöne Spalte und spuckte noch ein paar Mal in seine Kerbe, bevor ich meinen hammerharten Schwanz in seinem heissen Loch versenkte.»

«Er war so eng, dass ich leider schon nach ein paar Stössen meine ganze Ladung in seinen Arsch abspritzte. Nachdem ich ihm sein Fickloch sauber geleckt hatte, drehte er sich um und ich saugte seinen wunderschönen Fickstab.»

«Auch er war sehr erregt und sein Schwanz war so gross, dass ich ihn fast nicht in meinen Mund brachte. Immer wieder stiess er zu und nach all zu kurzer Zeit begann sein Stab zu zucken. Er entlud eine grosse Menge in meinen Mund.»

«Auch diese Ladung warmen Spermas schluckte ich glücklich. Es ist die Strafe wert.» schloss er mit leiser Stimme aber festem Blick auf Eva.

Plötzlich stand sie auf und kam mit einer dünnen Gerte in der Hand wieder ins Bild. Mit grossen angstgeweiteten Augen verfolgte die Augen des Jünglings die Gerte. Wieder strich die Frau über den Schwanz und liess die Hand langsam nach hinten über den knackigen Arsch streichen.

Sie begann nun die strammen Arschbacken des jungen Mannes mit der Hand zu schlagen. Der Mann konnte die Schläge, ohne einen Mucks von sich zu geben, über sich ergehen lassen. Nach einigen Schlägen begann sie wieder den Schwanz zu verwöhnen. Dieser stand immer noch stramm ab.

«Bist du bereit?» fragte sie. Ohne eine Antwort abzuwarten, schlug sie mit Kraft die dünne Gerte auf den weissen Arsch des jungen Mannes. Dieser schrie laut auf und zerrte an seinen Fesseln.

Die Kamera zeigte, wie sich ein dünner roter Strich auf dem blanken Arsch bildete. Die Wärterin zog auf und schlug wieder zu. Wieder schrie er und wand sich in den Fesseln.

So ging dies nun weiter. Nach zwanzig Schlägen hing der Jüngling nur noch in den Fesseln und schaute mit Tränen in den Augen die Frau mit flehendem Blick an.

«Was hast du gelernt» fragte die Frau mit hämischem Blick. «Ich soll keinen Sex ohne Befehl haben.» Die Frau nahm seinen Schwanz in die Hand und begann langsam die Vorhaut vor und zurückzuschieben. «Genau. Und warum muss man euch immer zuerst bestrafen?»

Die Kamera zeigte noch einmal seinen mit roten Striemen übersäten Arsch. Danach schwenkte sie auf den sich unter der Behandlung wieder aufrichtenden Schwanz.

Immer schneller wichste die viel ältere Frau den strammen Schönling. Der Rhythmus der Atmung verstärkte sich, bis er unter einem langgezogenen Stöhnen seinen Saft auf den Boden spritzte.

Die Frau hielt ihm noch die besudelte Hand vor seinen Mund, die er ablecken musste.

«Hast du diese Lektion verstanden?» kam die Frage nun aus dem Dunkel. Ich nickte und war sehr eingeschüchtert. «Dies hat dich auch sehr erregt. In welcher Rolle sahst du dich?» «Ich muss zugeben, dass ich glaub eher eine devote Ader habe und lieber an der Stelle des Mannes gewesen wäre.»

Sie lachte und sagte trocken: «Dort wirst du schneller sein als dir lieb ist»

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«Wir haben nun genug Daten über dich gesammelt und werden dich nun in dein Zimmer bringen.» Ich wurde nun vom Stuhl losgebunden und folgte einer neuen Wärterin aus dem Saal.

«Setz dich hier an den Tisch und iss erst mal etwas, wir bereiten unterdessen alles

für deine Zukunft vor.» Ich ass lustlos den Teller leer. Ich war plötzlich sehr aufgeregt, was mich nun erwarten würde.

Ich wurde nun zu einer Ärztin escort bayan göztepe gebracht. Die junge Frau mit weissem Kittel untersuchte mich nun äusserst genau. Am Schluss musste ich vor den Augen der Ärztin in einen Becher pinkeln. Dies war mir schon sehr peinlich.

Doch es wurde noch peinlicher, als sie verlangte, dass ich sogar mein Sperma in so einen Becher spritzen sollte. Langsam begann ich meinen schlappen Schwanz zu wichsen. Es dauerte sehr lange, bis ich endlich vor den Augen der Ärztin abspritzen konnte. Mit hochrotem Kopf und gesenktem Blick reichte ich ihr den gefüllten Becher.

Nach der Untersuchung wurde ich in ein Büro gebracht. An einem Tisch sassen drei Wärterin alle gleich grau in grau gekleidet, wie alle Wärterinnen und mit streng nach hinten gekämmten Haaren.

«Hör gut zu, wir werden dies hier nur einmal erzählen. Wir haben kein Bett in einem Knabenzimmer für dich vorgesehen. Wir werden dich in einem Mädchenzimmer unterbringen.» eröffneten sie das Gespräch.

«Du wirst da aber keine Spezialbehandlung erhalten. Du wirst wie ein Mädchen behandelt und auch so ausgebildet und erzogen.» Ich verstand die ganze Tragweite dieser Aussage noch nicht. Sie fuhr fort.

«Wir werden dich zu einer gut erzogenen jungen Dame erziehen. Du wirst lernen, wie man sich adrett kleidet, wie man sich schminkt. Auch wie man richtig und lüstern einen Mann verführt und befriedigt wird dazu gehören.» Sie sah mich mit einem kalten Lächeln an. «Kurz wir werden dich in ein gehorsames und devotes Mädchen verwandeln.»

Langsam begriff ich, was die drei Frauen hier erzählten. Ich sollte ein Mädchen werden. Einzelne Bilder der letzten zwei Tage kamen mir in den Sinn. Die Sehnsucht mich mit den Kleidern meiner Schwester zu kleiden. Die Sehnsucht Männer zu lecken und zu befriedigen. Unter dieser Sichtweise war die Erziehung zum Mädchen nicht so abwegig.

Ich war aber ein Junge und ich war gerne ein Junge. «Kann ich nicht wie ein richtiger Junge hier erzogen werden?» versuchte ich die Situation zu entschärfen. «Nein, wir haben entschieden, dass du als Mädchen glücklicher und gehorsamer sein wirst. Basta»

Sie standen auf und machten schon die ersten Schritte Richtung Türe, als sich die hinterste Frau noch mal umdrehte. Mit erhobenem Finger sprach sie in meine Richtung: «Und du wirst deinen kleinen, kümmerlichen Schwanz nicht in die Fotzen der anderen Mädchen stecken. Du weisst was dich erwartet, wenn du nicht gehorchst.» Sie machte mit ihrem rechten Arm eine Schlagbewegung und ich verstand sofort.

Ich stand immer noch nackt und frierend in der Mitte des grauen Raumes und konnte wieder einmal mehr die Tränen nicht zurückhalten. Genau wie ein kleines Mädchen, dachte ich resignierend für mich.

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Ich wurde nun wieder herausgeführt und auf einem Tisch lag ein Stapel Kleider.

«Hier kannst du dich nun wieder mal anziehen.» erklärte mir die Wärterin mit einer Handbewegung auf den Stapel. Sie verliess den Raum und liess mich allein. Ich untersuchte den Stapel mit Kleidern.

Es waren alles Mädchenkleider. Die Unterwäsche war nur weiss. Drei Slips, zwei BHs und zwei Spaghettiträger-Hemdchen zählte ich. Nachdem ich einen der Slips angezogen hatte, entdeckte ich den Spiegel im Raum und stellte mich davor. Mein Schwanz war gut zu erkennen in dem kleinen Slip. Meine Schwester nannte diese damals Mini-Slips. Immerhin keinen Tanga schmunzelte ich in mich hinein.

Die BHs waren genau die richtige Grösse für meine nicht vorhandenen Titten. Es war so ein Bustier ohne Bügel und mit feinen Trägern. Mit dem Hemdchen sah ich schon sehr stark wie ein Mädchen aus. Die weissen Söckchen vervollständigten dieses Bild noch.

In dem Stapel fand ich noch zwei enganliegende, orange Tops mit kurzen Ärmeln, aber Bauchfrei. Eine graue Leggings war neben einem dickeren orangen Pulli noch im Stapel.

Nachdem ich das Top und die Leggings angezogen hatte, betrachtete ich mich wieder im Spiegel. Ich gefiel mir. Zwar war mein Schwanz durch die sehr engen Leggings deutlich zu sehen. Ich fand aber sie betonten meinen Arsch sehr positiv.

Nachdem ich die einfachen weissen Plastik-Schuhe angezogen hatte, wartete ich auf die Eva. Immer wieder wanderte mein Blick auf mein Spiegelbild und meinem Schwanz gefiel, was ich sah und er wurde langsam grösser.

«Noch ein bisschen Schminken und die Haare etwas länger und du bist ein wunderschönes Mädchen» gab die eintretende Eva mir ein Kompliment. «Oh süss, sogar rot werden wie ein kleines, unschuldiges Mädchen tut sie. Komm ich bring dich in dein neues Zuhause»

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Am Morgen kam Vanessa später als ich.

“Frau Prummer, wenn Vanessa kommt, dann soll sie sofort in mein Büro kommen!” sagte ich grantig. Sie nickte nur lächelnd.

20 min zu spät kam sie. Sie kam eilig sofort in mein Büro. Ich blickte auf und sah ihr in die Augen.

“Entschuldige … äh … Meister! Ich habe den Bus versäumt!” sagte sie angsterfüllt.

“Du weißt schon, dass dies eine Strafe mit sich bringt?”

Sie senkte den Kopf: “Ja Meister ich weiß!” sagte sie und drehte sich um.

Ich sah ihr zufrieden nach.

Rainer kam zu mir ins Büro.

“Du, ich habe für morgen früh einen Termin mit den Engländern gemacht. Der Chef kommt persönlich rüber. Hast du eine Idee, was wir heute Abend machen könnten, um ihn für Morgen milde zu stimmen?”

“Keine Ahnung! Überleg dir was!”

“Ich dachte, wir gehen in den Edelpuff!” sagte Rainer.

Nachdem es zu den Aufgaben eines Verkaufsleiters gehört, über seine Kunden auch viel privates zu erfahren, um dies auch nutzen zu können, war ich mir nicht sicher, ob dies genau das richtige wäre. Ich kramte in meinem Sakko und nahm einen USB Stick heraus. Hier wurden alle Informationen, die ich über unsere Großkunden gesammelt hatte, eingetragen. Ich arbeitete auch mit einigen Detektiven zusammen, die mir die richtigen Infos besorgten.

“Ich überleg mir was!” sagte ich Rainer und er ging wieder.

Es öffnete sich der Stick. Ich gab meinen Code ein und schon hatte ich die schönste Kartei. Ich suchte nach “Funded Limited” und dann nach CEO. Dann klickte ich auf “Dan Murphy”. Es öffnete sich die Datei. Ich sah das Bild, eines dicken, fetten Herrn mit Doppelkinn und Halbglatze. Sein Alter war mit 59 angegeben. Dann sah ich seine Adresse. Als ich auf diese klickte, sah ich ein Foto seines Hauses. Bei “Familie” waren 3 Einträge vorhanden. Seine Frau “Martha” eine schlanke, streng blickende englische Lady und seine beiden Töchter “Luise” und “Barbara”.

Dann laß ich den Text, der von einem Detektiv in England stammte:

Mr. Dan Murphy heiratete seine Frau 1998. Sie ist um 14 Jahre jünger. Seine Leidenschaft sind schöne Frauen. Meist verkehrt er alleine oder mit seiner Frau in den diversen Edelbordellen in London. Frau Martha Murphy hat keinen Anteil an der Firma, gilt aber als graue Eminenz, die ihren Gatten einflüstert.

Dann war da noch was von den Trink-, und Essgewohnheiten der Familie. Ich überflog das ganze kurz, da ich es nicht für wichtig erachtete.

Nach 20 min kam Rainer wieder zu mir:

“Weisst du schon was?”

“Ja! Wir nehmen unsere kleine Schlampe mit, Mr and Mrs Murphy stehen auf hübsche Mädchen!”

Rainer sah mich mit großen Augen an.

“Ich will ja nicht wissen, wie du schon wieder an diese Info gekommen bist!” sagte er, lächelte und ging. Ich rief Vanessa zu mir ins Büro.

“Heute Abend brauche ich dich bei einem Geschäftsessen!” stellte ich fest.

“Ja Meister! Wann?” fragte sie.

“Wir werden uns dann auf den Weg machen, wir müssen dir noch die richtigen Klamotten besorgen. Dann kommst du mit zu mir und kannst dich da duschen und anziehen.” sagte ich und sie nickte.

Nach 2 Stunden brachen wir auf. Im Auto sprachen wir nichts. Als wir bei einem Dessous Laden vorbei kamen, blieb ich stehen und wir gingen rein.

Ich suchte einen feinmaschig, gestrickten Catsuite der von den Knöcheln an den Beinen, bis zu ihrem Hals reichte raus. Ich gab ihn ihr und sie nahm ihn in die Umkleide mit.

“Lass die Türe offen!” sagte ich und stellte mich davor. Ich konnte sehen, wie sie sich auszog und sich in diesen Catsuite zwängte. Er war natürlich vom Arschbereich bis vorne zum Venushügel offen. Als sie ihn an hatte, sagte ich:

“Komm raus und lass dich ansehen!”

Es şişli escort kamen die Verkäuferin und 2 ältere Damen vorbei, die mit offenen Mündern stehen blieben. Vanessa schämte sich sichtlich.

“Dreh dich!” sagte ich und ich sah von hinten, dass die “freie Zone” bis kurz über ihr Arschloch reichte. Dann drehte sie sich nach vorne und die “offene Stelle” reichte bis oberhalb ihres Venushügels. Die Ärmel gingen ihr bis zu den Händen und an den Beinen endete er bei ihren Fesseln.

“Sehr gut! Den nehmen wir!” sagte ich und sie zog ihn wieder aus.

Bis sie kam, habe ich bezahlt. Wir führen dann in einen Damenmoden Shop. Hier suchte ich einen sehr kurzen Minirock und einen schwarzen, dünnen Blazer. Dann gings weiter in ein Schuhgeschäft. Hier suchte ich die passenden Schuhe aus. Hoch und die Zehen frei. Als sie sie probierte, sah ich den Pink Nagellack.

“Soll ich kotzen?” fragte ich sie und sie sah mich verwundert an.

“Warum?”

“Der Nagellack ist eine Frechheit! Du trägst ab sofort nur ganz dunkle Töne. Schwarz, dunkelbraun oder ganz dunkelrot! Ich will nichts mehr anderes sehen!” sagte ich und sie nickte.

Dann fuhren wir noch bei einer Drogerie vorbei und sie kaufte 3 verschiedene. Dunkelrot, dunkelbraun und Schwarz mit Glitter. Ich war zufrieden.

Wir fuhren zu mir nach Hause. Ich schickte sie in die Dusche, aber legte ihr noch die Klistierbirne raus, die sie sofort befüllte. Ich hätte sie jetzt ficken können aber mir fehlte die Lust, ich musste mich auf den Termin heute Abend vorbereiten.

Im Hotel reservierte ich einen Tisch im Nebenraum, damit wir ungestört waren.

Sie duschte und stand in meinem Bademantel in der Türe.

“Du bist nackt, wenn wir zuhause sind!” sagte ich kurz und sie hing ihn wieder an seinen Platz!

Dann ging ich duschen und ins Schlafzimmer, um mich anzuziehen. Ich war fast fertig und gab Vanessa das Zeichen, sich anzuziehen.

Als sie zu mir ins Wohnzimmer kam, fiel ich fast um. Hohe Schuhe, mit den perfekten Zehen in Dunkelrot lackiert. Dann dieser Catsuit mit diesem Muster. Dann der Minirock und darüber nur das Sakko.” Boah!” dachte ich. Aber wir hatten keine Zeit mehr.

Wir fuhren zum Hotel und gingen ins Restaurant. Mr. and Mrs Murphy waren gerade auf ihren Platz gegangen. Rainer kam auch gerade und fiel ebenfalls fast um, als er Vanessa sah.

Dann gingen wir zu dritt, zu den Murphy´s. Sie sprang sofort auf und begrüßte uns. Wir stellten uns vor. Es war unverkennbar, wie Mrs. Murphy Vanessa mit ihren Augen untersuchte. Wahrscheinlich bekam sie eine feuchte Muschi. Dann der dicke Mr. Murphy.

Als wir Platz nahmen, nahm Mr. Murphy Vanessa an der Hand und zog sie neben sich auf den Platz. Rainer lächelte mich zufrieden an, als er dies sah.

Wir aßen und tranken Wein. Während des essens sah mich Vanessa einmal geschockt an und ich sah von der Seite, dass Mrs. Murphy ihre Hand auf dem Schenkel von Vanessa hatte und sich den Weg zu ihrem Fötzchen unter ihrem Minirock bahnte. Sie musste sofort erfühlt haben, dass ihre Fotze frei lag. Ich nickte Vanessa nur kurz an.

Rainer checkte dies nicht, da er sich mit dem Dicken unterhielt und über Geschäftliches sprach.

Nach dem Essen fragte Mrs Murphy in einem perfekten Oxford Englisch, ob wir noch in ihrer Suite etwas trinken möchten, was wir sofort bejahten. Angeheitert vom Alkohol fuhren wir ins Penthouse. Vanessa war den ganzen Abend über sehr still.

Als wir in diesem großen Raum kamen, streichelte Mrs.Murphy über den Arsch von Vanessa. Ich sagte Mrs. Murphy, dass meine Assistentin heute für sie als Geschenk dabei ist und dass sie über sie frei verfügen kann!

Sie lächelte mich an während Vanessa mich geschockt osmanbey escort ansah. Die Misses, war eine schlanke, hübsche Frau ende der 40er, auch wenn man glaubte, sie habe einen Stock im Arsch.

“Zieh mal dein Sakko aus und dann deinen Minirock! Und das langsam, dass die Misses dir genau zusehen kann! Sieh ihr dabei in die Augen!” sagte ich zu Vanessa.

Ohne Zögern zog sie langsam ihr Sakko aus. Man konnte unter dem Catsuite ihre festen Titten mit steifen, kleinen Nippeln sehen, die durch die Maschen drückten. Dann öffnete sie langsam den seitlichen Reißverschluss ihres Mini´s.

“Dreh dich mit dem Arsch zur Misses!” gab ich Anweisung!

Und Vanessa drehte sich zu Mrs. Murphy, die sich auf einen der großen Sessel setzte und die Szene beobachtete. Vanessa ging einen Schritt zurück, damit die Misses besser sehen konnte. Ich hatte das Gefühl, Vanessa genoss diese Situation sich zu präsentieren.

Sie beugte sich nach vorne und streifte den Rock über ihren Arsch. Man konnte nun gut ihre nasse Fotze und ihr kleines rosa Arschloch sehen. Als sie sich wieder erhob, lächelte Mrs. Murphy und winkte sie mit ihrem Zeigefinger zu sich. Vanessa gehorchte sofort und ging nur mit diesem Catsuite in ihren hohen Schuhen auf Mrs. Murphy zu.!

“Stell ein Bein auf die Armlehne, dass die Misses deine Fotze anfassen kann!” befahl ich wieder und sie tat, was befohlen wurde.

Die Misses, griff an ihre Fotze und steckte sofort einen Finger ganz tief rein.

“Uaaaahhhhh!” seufzte Vanessa.

“Eine süße Frau, ist ihre Assistentin!” sagte die Misses. Dann sah ich, wie sie den Finger wieder aus ihrer Spalte nahm und ihn nach hinten wandern ließ. Dann führte sie ihn in ihr Arschloch ein. Was Vanessa wieder mit einem Seufzer quittierte. Sie fickte sie ein paar mal in ihren Arsch.

Dann schob sie Vanessa vor sich und drückte sie mit den Händen am Rücken nach unten. Ich sagte noch kurz:

“Präsentiere deinen Arsch!”

Vanessas Arsch war nun genau vor ihr und sie nahm ihre Hände nach hintern und zog ihre Arschbacken auseinander. Dann beugte sich die Misses nach vorne und begann zuerst die Rosette und dann die Fotze von Vanessa zu lecken. Sie stöhnte auf.

Mr. Murphy sah sich dies lächelnd und zufrieden an, der neben Rainer saß, was ihn aber nicht sonderlich interessierte.

Mrs. Murphy leckte ihre Rosette und immer abwechselnd ihre Fotze. Vanessa stöhnte dabei. Dann gab ihr die Misses einen kräftigen Klaps auf eine der Arschbacken und stand auf. Vanessa erhob sich ebenfalls. Mrs Murphy nahm Vanessa an der Hand und ging mit ihr in einen Nebenraum, ich vermutete das Schlafzimmer. Sie blickte zurück und gab mir zu verstehen, dass ich auch mitkommen sollte, was ich natürlich machte. Bis Rainer und der Dicke begriffen, was da läuft, hatte ich die Türe hinter mir schon geschlossen.

In diesem opulenten Raum befand sich ein riesiges Bett.

Mrs. Murphy begann sich auszuziehen. Sie hatte für ihr alter eine Wahnsinnsfigur. Sie war schlank, durchtrainiert aber hatte leicht hängende Titten. Sie zog sich nackt aus und kam wieder zu Vanessa. Sie nahm sie, drehte sie und gab ihr einen Schubs, dass sie mit dem Rücken auf das Bett fiel. Dann sprang “Madam” mit ihrem Arsch auf den Kopf von Vanessa und drückte ihre Fotze auf ihren Mund!

Sie begann zu stöhnen und faselte in Englisch irgendwelche Worte. Sie veränderte immer wieder ihre Stellung, so dass einmal ihre Fotze und dann wieder ihr Arschloch von ihr geleckt wurde. Ich sah, dass sie sich mit ihrem Arschloch so fest auf Vanessa setzte, dass diese keine Luft mehr bekam. Als sie mit ihren Händen begann die “Madame” wegzudrücken, erhob sie sich langsam und verlagerte ihre Hüfte und ließ sich ihre escort bayan taksim Fotze wieder lecken.

Sie deutete mir an, dass ich auch kommen soll.

Ich ging zu ihr und schon begann sie meine Hose zu öffnen. Als sie meine Hose runterzog und mein Schwanz hart vor ihr stand, nahm sie ihn sofort bis zur Wurzel in den Mund. Ich spürte ihren Rachen.

“Fuck me!” sagte sie, stieg von Vanessa runter, drehte sich um und präsentierte mir ihren Arsch. Der strammste war er nicht mehr, aber was solls. Ich steckte meine Schwanz in ihre Fotze und begann sie zu ficken. Vanessa lag daneben und beobachtete die “Madame”.

“Komm her und leck ihr Arschloch!” sagte ich und schon war ihr Mund zwischen meinem Bauch. Sie gab sich wirklich mühe.

Es öffnete sich die Türe und die beiden kamen auch.

Der Dicke begann sich auszuziehen und zeigte seinen kleinen, fetten Schwanz. Der im harten Zustand nur geringfügig größer war als meiner, wenn er “entspannt” ist. Rainer saß auf einem Stuhl und wartete, ob er ebenfalls noch zum Einsatz kam.

Dann kam der Dicke auf uns zu, blieb neben mir stehen, packte Vanessa an ihren Haaren und riss sie unsanft von seiner Frau weg. Er zog sie an den Haaren zu einem weiteren Sessel, setzte sich und drückte ihr Gesicht auf seinen kleinen Schwanz. Er schwitzte überall und ein eigenartiger Schweißgeruch machte sich im Raum breit.

Vanessa begann seinen Schwanz in den Mund zu nehmen und musste immer wieder zwischendrin würgen. Ich für meinen Teil, fickte “Madame” weiter. Nachdem ihr Arschloch immer noch nass war, zog ich meinen Schwanz aus ihrer Fotze und peilte ihre alte, dunkle Rosette an. Dann stieß ich unvermittelt zu. Unaufhaltsam bis zur Wurzel, ohne Pause schob ich meinen harten Schwanz in ihren alten Arsch. Sie jaulte irgendwie auf, aber ihr schien es zu gefallen. Während ich sie in ihren Arsch fickte, der übrigens ein kleines wenig enger war als ihre Fotze, deutete sie Rainer an, er möge kommen. Als er nackt war, nahm sie seinen Schwanz tief in den Mund. Sie quikte, schrie, stöhnte und fasselte.

Dann ein würgen hinter mir.

Als ich mich umdrehte, hatte der Dicke Vanessa hinter den Kopf genommen und presste seinen Schwanz ganz tief in ihren Mund. Er lachte diabolisch und der Schweiß rann über sein fettes Gesicht.

Ich kam und mein Schwanz entlud sich im Arsch von Madame. Auch sie war nun soweit, nahm den Schwanz von Rainer aus dem Mund und wichste ihn schnell. Sie kam und Rainer spritzte ihr ins Gesicht. Als ich meinen Schwanz aus ihr zog und mich umblickte kam auch der Dicke und pumpte seinen Saft in die Kehle von Vanessa, die fast zu ersticken drohte.

Nun waren alle mal befriedigt! So dachte ich jedenfalls.

Madame nahm ihre Finger und wischte sich den Saft von Rainer vom Gesicht und leckte ihre Finger dabei. der Dicke war fertig und wahrscheinlich einem Herzinfarkt nahe.

Madame sah mich an und sagte wieder in bestem Oxfort Englisch:

“Sie soll nun meinen Arsch sauber lecken!”

Vanessa gehorchte und setzte sich unter Madame, die richtiggehend “andrückte” und den Mund von ihr mit meinem Saft füllte. Als sie nach einigen Pfürzen leer war, musste sie noch die gesamte Rosette trockenlecken.

Ich zog Vanessa zu mir und begann mich anzuziehen.

“Kannst du sie nicht heute Nacht bei mir lassen?” fragte sie wieder und Vanessa sah mich mit großen Augen an.

Ich sagte ihr, dass wir morgen früh noch einen Termin haben und ich sie benötige und es daher leider nicht möglich wäre.

Als wir wieder bekleidet waren, verabschiedeten wir uns noch und fuhren mit dem Lift nach unten. Als wir aus dem Hotel kamen, musste Vanessa plötzlich kotzen und brach fast zusammen. Wir fuhren mit ihr zu mir.

An diesem Abend hatte irgendwie keiner mehr Bock auf Sex.

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Am nächsten Tag gingen wir den Vertrag nochmals durch und plötzlich konnte ich noch mehr verlangen als vorher. Dabei waren die beiden angereist, um meinen Preis zu drücken.

Rainer und ich würden dies feiern! Natürlich mit Vanessa!

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It started with a break up. The college whatever relationship, three plus years, came to its inevitable end. And though it comes with freedom it doesn’t come without pain and uncertainty. So I decided to get the fuck away from her and myself, or that is, the me I was with her. Didn’t even want to know that person. Either of us. So unload the bank account and move. At first it didn’t even matter. I drove the car until I was tired. Four aimless days culminating in Phoenix. God only knows what the fuck compelled me to seek the desert, some perverse freeway design leading me past those hellish cityscapes which blighted the otherwise pristine sun scorched land. I utterly loathed Phoenix.

So I sold the car and prepared to board a plane. There was some foolish notion of Greece. A buddy, or some acquaintance had recently come from the Mediterranean, high on the beauty and the women. It sounded perfect. Flush with cash, I figured, why not?

Trip to Greece, meet up with friend from Spain. Bum around. Spend all my money disappearing in Europe. Parents can bring me home. Good itinerary.

But I had got in touch with Alicia. Sweet dirty little Alicia. I guess it wasn’t surprising that my cock would point at her like a fucking compass.

“Jesus Johnny. You sound crushed. You should come see me. Let me take care of you. This Greece idea, is well, shit. You need to be around people that love you. So come out to New York. Let me take care of you for a few days.”

“I don’t know…I think I need to get out of my head for a while. Just get lost somewhere, where I don’t know anyone and they don’t know me.”

“That’s stupid. That’s the kind of wallowing self pity garbage that will have you jumping from the Eifel Tower like some kind of romantic sad sack bastard.”

“Ya…probably right.”

“That’s it. You are definitely coming out.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. And want to know why?”

“Sure.”

“Cause Nikki is going to be here this weekend.”

Well, Alicia was definitely right, usually was. But first, an explanation: There Was This Party.

Alicia, very much entangled with a good friend of mine, was drunk. Good-friend-of-mine was preoccupied, drinking, talking, passing out. And so, this drunk little pixie trotted her lithe little body around, beautiful blonde hair swaying, kissing just about anything with a pulse. Pulling hands to tits. Giving lap dances to any willing guy or girl. Except me.

Me, also entangled. With my college whatever relationship. Who didn’t care for that ‘fucking slut’.

I just completely lacked Alicia’s fuck-all attitude. That kind of pleasure seeking freedom so enticing, but ultimately impossible. I was too nice. If only I had known what was coming. But instead, Alicia the slut became a favored masturbatory scene, something for the mind to drift to while fucking my college girl. And an oh-so subtle topic to occasionally broach with the other. As if there was some chance of that fucking happening.

But now, Alicia was in New York and I was going to her. But not only that. Nikki was going too. Some kind of wonderful miracle. Because, oh yes, accompanying Alicia that fateful night, was her never far away best friend. Another tiny little blonde angel.

Nikki always was the reluctant one. Shy as a butterfly. But completely Alicia’s creature. Inseparable and dangerously sexy. They could own a room immediately, pissing off any women in proximity. Which happened that night.

Alicia was parading Nikki around, fondling her, kissing her in front of the stunned onlookers, all gawking like some Puritanical mob. Unable to comprehend the two blonde phenoms that seemed to take so much pleasure in life. But I understood. I knew with every fiber of me. But that was where it stayed. A giant inaction.

But this was not to say there weren’t moments. A dirty dance with Alicia. Flirting with Nikki. Drunken nights, running our mouths about whatever until they hauled us all to bed. So by the end of our time together, the potential fuck had built to a crazed peak. With them both. Neither willing to be outdone.

And we were meeting in New York. I would take them dancing.

First there were drinks. Then there was music. The music owned our drunken bodies. It moved us up and down, arms and legs. It pressed us close. It put my cock against Alicia’s tight little skirt clad ass. It brought Nikki to my side, her legs on either side of my own, running her hands down my chest. It was slow then frenetic. It was booze fueled and crazy. We loved it.

But they make you go home at some point. Or we decided to go. It didn’t matter. Suddenly we were in a cab. And we laughed and touched, hands straying and staying. So it was inevitable. The Kiss.

Someone giggles, a touch lingers too long, or a finger grazes a face. The hand on a thigh tightens then rubs. Someone leans in for a whisper, and then…

Is that how those things go. Or maybe.

Without cue, Alicia kissed me. A good hard kiss. Then she kissed Nikki. cevizli escort Then Nikki kissed me. Then it was a mesh of tongues and lips.

This is how I like to remember it. Simple. Insistent. Almost desperate. A natural reaction to being with each other. And a promise of what was ahead. So breaking away from this perfect kiss, we got out of the cab.

Alicia led us up, a couple steps ahead, holding my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs. She kept turning around with these big smiles, little imploring looks, hurrying us along. Nikki was draped on me, both hands around my neck, occasionally dipping her head down against my shoulder. I was dragging her along as Alicia dragged me. We were laughing, pretty much nonsensical, congratulating ourselves on how much fun we had dancing, how after so much time apart we still did it right, fun above all else. And there was the tone, undercurrent, whatever. The Kiss. Our shared kiss in the taxi, now, The Kiss.

How did it happen? Was it the climax of our fevered dancing, or maybe for Nikki and I, the logical conclusion of the freedom one only feels on vacation in a strange city? Maybe it was the culmination of our years of friendship. A relief to the tension we had all felt back in school, when entangled in various relationships, good friends with all our various significant others, we had been unable to act on the flirtations, only to build them up in stolen moments, illicit contact, of hands and hips, or even better, the times when brazenly we touched with our legitimate partners watching, playing it off as something innocent, thinking we were so clever but fooling no one. But who was fooled now? Alicia and Nikki, their clever little tongues, light then forceful, making a promise to me. God, I was going to fuck these girls.

We were at her door now. About to enter Alicia’s apartment. Nikki clinging closer. Alicia squeezing tighter. Me, wondering what would come next, trying not to fuck this up, a slight little grin on my face, hoping that my sheer force of will would be enough strip these girls naked and propel us into bed. Then the door was open and we were inside. It was their world. I was only following their lead. I would not be the one to upset this balance.

We stumbled toward the couch, linked limbs, a drunken mass, all smiles and little flirtations, comments none too witty. “Doesn’t he have great hips Nikki? I just love his hips. With those hips, you’d almost think he knew how to dance.”

“Mmm, nice hips,” Nikki said, running her hand around my waistline, moving close, but not too close, just a little teasing.

“Hold on lady, I am a phenomenal dancer and you know it. Do you remember that guy at the club handling two chicks on the floor? Who was that again?”

“Handling? This poor boy is confused. The only thing you handle is your cock, in the dark. You’re just lucky Nikki and me took pity on you. Gave it to you half speed.”

I wasn’t even listening, just talking over her, hand up to my ear, cupped so I could pretend to hear better. “Just tell me who that guy was. Tell me who the guy was,” I kept repeating. I had apparently forgotten to be sad. These wonderful little girls.

We crashed into the couch, splaying out, the girls on either side of me. Nikki wasn’t even talking, just running one hand up and down my side, waist to shoulder, another on my back. Drunk, I was keyed in on my little argument with Alicia, ignoring Nikki’s obvious invitation.

We continued blathering, until the our little flirt was pierced with: “Johnny, I…I want to suck your cock. And then I want to fuck you.”

And what do you say to that? You don’t say a word. You just smile and remove your pants.

We both turned. Alicia was grinning, so big, and then a giggle. “You dirty little slut. I mean fuck, can’t even wait for me to leave the room.”

“I didn’t say you had to leave.”

“You kinky little girl. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were coming on to me.”

“No, when my pussy is on your face that is when I will be cumming on to you.”

Alicia and I looked at each other and laughed. Such a ridiculous line. I mean, who the fuck?

“Okay, baby doll, now you’re going to have to back that talk up.”

Alicia moved in. They kissed. I watched. Still uneasy, doing nothing to upset the balance. But then, they broke away.

“That was nice.”

“Sexy,” I said, lamely, the girls now remembering I was there. Nikki turned to me.

“Feeling left out Johnny? Well I’ll make you feel included. I’ve got just the idea. In fact, it’s something I’ve been thinking about for years.”

Her hand to my crotch. My zipper down. Button undone. Pants dropping. Boxers next. Face moving down. Her lips. Her tongue. My cock.

I met Alicia’s eyes. Pure animalistic look, lust and strength. I didn’t look away.

I reached out slowly, and then grabbed Alicia hard. Pulling her in to my body, faces together. I waited. çamlıca escort A smile, then a kiss. I had them both.

Nikki’s head bobbed slowly on my cock. Alicia’s tongue was in my mouth, darting and playing, sloppy drunk kisses and a sloppy wet blow job. I pulled away from Alicia, drawing my hand across her cheek. I leaned back into the couch, glancing down at my darling Nikki, lips now wrapped around the head of my cock, tongue teasing then lapping, driving me wild. I moved my hand to the side of Alicia’s head, no words, and softly, guided her down. My two dirty little flirts, now my cock sucking angels. Alicia stretched her legs out behind her, coming down with a little crash, just inches from Nikki’s face. Tentatively, she licked out, grazing my shaft, then bolder, licking slow and broad across my balls. Nikki must have been aware now, she attacked my cock, taking possession, claiming it. Alicia, more confident now, began nuzzling, in licking my shaft, trying to muscle Nikki out. Fighting for my cock. Too fucking good.

“Now girls, play nicely.”

Nikki left my cock for the first time in minutes, looking up, her mouth all twisted up, playing the pouty little girl. “But I had it first.”

Alicia chiming in, “And now it’s time to share bitch.” Not waiting she drove her mouth down, taking my cock to the back of her throat. Nothing subtle for her. Direct action always preferable.

She held me there, grazing the opening of her throat, a precarious moment, drawn out like a fine edge, just waiting to teeter into bliss. Seconds like hours. And then she plunged, gagging, a slight sputter, but dutifully sinking her lips to the hilt. Bottomed out, I groaned loudly, rolling back my head, reveling. Nikki crept up to her knees and started kissing my neck. She moved down, ripping the top few buttons of my shirt open, aggression very becoming my nymph. She started licking, sucking my nipple. I just let her, enjoying the sensations, making it my moment. My little beauties adoring me, unselfishly giving me pleasure. Just a moment more then time to be a gentleman. Give and take.

I pulled Nikki up, hard and close, kissing her deep, exploring that hot little mouth, languishing on her full lips, the lips that had been fastened to my cock just moments ago. Then I broke away. All the three-way fantasies started flooding my head. The lonely night jerk off fantasies, often involving these very girls. Where to start? Nikki’s cunt on my face. Alicia’s mouth on my cock.

“Nikki, stand up.” She obeyed, slowly rising, sultry and sexy. I reached for her ass, pulling her forward. There was no time for subtlety and seduction, no time to linger. Drunk, insistent. It was the exact moment I, we, had all been waiting for and I wanted it now.

I pulled her skirt down, revealing cute little boy cut cotton panties. I stroked her pussy through the panties, already moist, and I licked the length of her slit, adding my moisture to hers, before adding the panties to the skirt at her feet. She raised each of her feet in turn, slipping free of the clothing, regaining her footing. I was face to cunt. A beautiful bald little pussy, glistening with anticipation. Here was my reluctant slut. Only bold with her partner in crime. Always following Alicia in her exploits. But no more. She had started this. She waited for no cue, just took what she wanted, and in turn, given us what we all needed.

I reached behind her, grabbing that taut ass hard and firm. I could smell her, thick in the air, scrambling my simple brain. All I could think about was licking that pussy. Had almost forgotten about Alicia on my dick. But one thing at a time. I pulled Nikki to me and tongued that perfect little slit. No teasing, just unadulterated tongue in cunt. I was kneading her ass, applying pressure front and back. And then I was shoving my tongue straight up her, like I was trying to drink from her cunt. The juice flowed down my cheeks. Just pussy madness.

And then my balls began to boil. My focus returned to Alicia with renewed urgency. Drunk or not, it was time to cum in my little cock sucker’s mouth. I left Nikki’s ass and grabbed the back of Alicia’s head. I forced her down, into the throat, burying my cock. Nikki was bucking, rubbing her clit against my face. My head thrown back against the couch, she rode my tongue deep and fast, a little bounce in her hips as she fucked my tongue. Her thighs began to squeeze my head, harder, tighter. She was cumming. She was cumming and I was right behind. Nikki moaned, but quietly, like she was restraining herself, something I would have to fix later. Alicia whimpered against my cock, deep in her throat, and the sound, the vibration, something, cut me loose. I lashed her throat with ropes of cum, endless, thick, pushing further into her. I howled, but the girl pinned to my face, muffled me.

Nikki’s hips shook as orgasm left her. Alicia stayed firm against the base of my cock, balls grazing her chin. And then çakmak escort I released my hands, not moving them, just removing pressure, stroking absently through her hair. She moved up the shaft, slowly rising to the head, spending a moment there, tongue active, and then let my cock spring free. Still rock hard, sticky, wet, spent but not sated. No, far from that.

“God that looks sexy.” Alicia, speaking from somewhere down by my cock.

Nikki was collapsed forward, her breasts resting against my head, hair draped down. But then she bolted upright. I realized Alicia was far from done. She had climbed up my torso, straddling just above my cock. My tongue was still resting against Nikki’s clit and I quickly realized where Alicia’s attentions were focused.

This was my dirty little girl. The one in charge, pushing and prodding, using her sex, confident, in control. This is what I wanted, what I was waiting for. Not just me as a conduit, but all of us together in bringing each other pleasure. I needed one of the girls to push ahead. Not just to kiss or caress, but quite simply to put tongue in cunt. Head between thighs, happily lapping. This was my fantasy. This would allow me to fulfill the thousands of position that had . Two girls. Active and willing, with wild abandon, filthy, slutty, good. Thanks Alicia.

She had to be working Nikki’s ass. Maybe tongue, but probably a finger judging from Nikki’s reaction. No time for me to rest. I resumed my licking, this time focusing on the clit, time to get this girl cumming again and again.

Nikki was soon quivering, little labored moans, again trying to restrain herself. I briefly slid up from her cunt, to say, “Nikki baby, get loud.”

She obliged. The moans unrestrained, coming rapidly, loudly, filling Alicia’s apartment. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed. I kept it in my mouth, moving my hands to her hips to lift her, guide her up slightly. And she complied, allowing me the clearance to get a finger in her pussy, all while keeping that clit tight in my mouth. When at last I broke, I could see Alicia’s chin from just under the cunt in my face. I imagined her working Nikki’s ass, circling her little dark hole, penetrating briefly, then circling again. I inserted my finger into her sopping pussy, and it was quickly clamped. I curled back slightly, moans turning to screams. Just moments now.

“Ohh god!” Her cries driving us on, no relenting now. Both Alicia and I determined to wreck her with orgasm. Her knees wobbled and she crashed down into my lap, her sopping pussy crashing against my cock, her hair cascading down the front of her face.

I reached up, gently massaging her breasts, while Alicia was moving her head to the small of Nikki’s back, nestling there. Nikki drooped against me, reveling in orgasmic bliss. Alicia continued her climb upward, soon looking in me in the eye, then moving in to taste my lips. The scent of Nikki was strong, the slight acrid notes of her asshole on Alicia’s tongue, in the air between our faces. Our beautiful little girl still recovering.

Alicia, remembering my cock, reached down, gripping the base, began slowly stroking my raging cock. I moaned appreciatively into Alicia’s mouth while she continued working my shaft. Nikki was stirring now, nibbling at my neck, licking up and down.

I ran my fingers through her hair, delicate, then grabbing a handful, I pulled her head back, hard, quick. She gasped, giving me a rapturous look, somewhat vacant, eye lids fluttering, soft moans emanating. Alicia left my mouth, focusing again on Nikki, a little smile spreading across her face. She stood and began to strip, leaving only panties and shoes.

With a knot of hair in my fist, I held Nikki fast, her neck straining, so exposed, so fragile. I dove into her neck, kissing, biting, running my tongue up her, devouring her. And then my cock was wet, Alicia’s mouth active again. I placed my other hand delicately on the back of Alicia’s head, pressed her chin to my balls and howled. Pure fucking madness.

Time to move. I tossed Nikki aside, her hair falling from my hand. She stretched her lithe little frame across the rest of the couch, purring slightly, running her hands from twat to tits. Alicia surfaced for air and I stood, saliva and cum spanning the gap between my cock and Alicia’s lips.

To Alicia, “Look at her. Already spent, and it’s not even her bedtime. I think we’ll have to wake her up.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Alicia darling. Why don’t you sit on her face?”

“Mmm, sounds nice. But only if you fuck her tight little cunt.”

Nikki, giggled, stretching, contorting, loving the attention. Alicia approached, a sexy little strut, and then a full mount, sliding her thong clad pussy over Nikki’s eager tongue. I paused a moment to revel in the sight of a gorgeous girl licking cunt before guiding my cock to the entrance of Nikki’s pussy. And then, pressing in, the familiar clamping feeling, tight but elastic, warm and wet. Cunt.

I slowly fucked her, long laborious strokes, staving off the inevitable thrashing I would give her. Alicia was awkwardly removing her panties, removing any barriers between her and Nikki’s sweet mouth. A sexy little black thong was thrown over my face, the unmistakable smell of sex thick in my nostrils, and Alicia once again had a tongue in her slit.

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“Bill, what are we going to do with Kaye? She’s only 18 and can’t stay here by herself over the summer, and that’s three months” Mary said. “I’d love to take her with us, but we’re pushing it by me coming with you and your work to Europe. Do you know who could take her so we wouldn’t worry?”

“About the only one I can think of is my cousin Sam and his girlfriend Janet. He’s got some sort of kennel and stables that he takes in people’s pets. I guess he’s got one hell of a business that keeps him pretty busy. If we sent Kaye there, I’m sure him and his girlfriend would find something to keep her occupied.”

“Well, at least there’s a woman there. How long have they been together?” Mary asked. “I’d say about four years now. That’s about how long I’ve last seen him and her. It may be time to call him up and ask him for that favor he owes me for getting him out of jail on that bar fight he got into. Even though the other guy started it, they took Sam in too.”

“Ok. If you think this will be ok. I’m only agreeing with this because of such short notice. It just may do Kay some good to get out of this city and to be around some animals. She could take care of them, and they could take care of her the whole summer” Mary said.

“Fine. I’ll go make the phone call and you give Kaye the good news. I know it won’t be a problem and besides, he owes me.”

David pulled out his cell phone, checked the number and pushed the call button. After a few minutes of laughing and kidding around, David dropped the big question and favor. The answer came quickly that was followed by lots of laughter and see you tomorrow afternoon.

Mary went upstairs to tell Kaye.

Kaye was in her room, looking out of the window to the neighbor’s backyard. Mr. Hendrickson had just got done doing laps in his swimming pool and was laying down in the lounge chair. Water was dripping off him and his black Speedo trunks hung tightly to him and outlined his cock clearly. It was just enough to get her wet between her legs.

What she was really hoping for was to have Mrs. Hendrickson come out, lay down in between his open legs, pull his Speedos down and give him a slow and steady blowjob. Kaye was just starting lately to awaken sexually and this show with the Hendrickson’s would usually happen late in the afternoon. Her parents weren’t aware of this going on.

A soft knock at the door caused her to step away from the window and close the drapes. Kaye went to the door and opened it up.

“Hon, can I come in? I need to talk to you about something. It has to do with all three of us.” They both walked over and sat on the bed. Your father has to go to Europe for work and I’ll be going with him. We’ve made arrangements with your dad’s cousin Sam and his girlfriend Janet for you to stay with them over the summer until we get back and you can start school again.”

“But don’t I have a say in this?” Kay asked.

“Not really hon. This sort of came down pretty quickly. Sam and his girlfriend have this kennel and stables for horses that we’re sure will keep you busy. Spending the summer on a farm with all the animals would probably do you some good,” Mary said.

They will be here anytime so you’ll have to pack a few things right away.”

“I’m going to have to tell the Henderson’s that they will have to find another babysitter for the summer you know” Kaye said.

“I know” Mary said. Maybe you should go over there now and give them the bad news.”

“I’ll be back after a while then” Kaye said as she walked down the stairs and out the door.

Over the years, Kaye had developed an interesting relationship with the Henderson’s.

Shirley Henderson was the first to touch her.

They both went to the mall shopping with Kaye needing a new bra. Shirley decided to get one too and she insisted they both get the same kind with matching panties. Black lace always turned Shirley on. She found her size and Kaye’s. Shirley was going to play this out and hoped Kaye would go along. She was such a turn-on that now Shirley couldn’t resist Kaye’s body and this chance to show herself to her.

There was only one room available out of ten with a solid locking door for complete privacy. They both went in and started taking their clothes off. Both were nervous.

Shirley hadn’t done anything like this for soo long.

She remembered when she was Kaye’s age and her friend’s mother seduced her, also inside a woman’s changing room. Kaye had never done this at all, but was getting turned on at the thought of seeing a mature woman naked, alone with her in this room.

“I’m glad they had a room available. I just hate waiting” Shirley said. Kaye agreed with her as they both faced each other while removed their tops and hung them up. Each of their hands were slightly shaking and their breathing became labored. Kaye realized Shirley was watching her strip as Kaye was doing the same, in a teasing sort of way.

Piece by piece was removed until they were each facing one another in just their panties and eyüpsultan escort bra.

Shirley made the first move. She reached around and unclasped her bra. Kaye followed her lead but couldn’t unhook hers. Shirley let her bra fall down as her breasts stood out. Kaye just stared at her first close up look at full-grown mature breasts and dropped her jaw.

“It’s always so nice to get that thing off,” Shirley said as she rubbed and held up her breasts for her. Kaye was frozen with lust as her own pussy started to soak her panties.

“Do you need some help with that thing hon?” Shirley asked as she moved behind Kaye and just touched her pelvis up to Kaye’s ass and rubbed lightly back and forth. Shirley moved her hands to Kaye’s bra clasp and unhooked it. She let the straps go and pushed Kaye’s bra down her arms to the floor. With that done, Shirley moved closer to Kaye and pushed her breasts into her back. Reaching around, Shirley cupped this young woman’s breasts with both hands, rubbed them firmly and pulled Kaye back to her.

Kaye had never been this turned on before. Her breathing was getting harder now as she could feel Shirley’s breath on her neck and her own wetness start to flow down her legs.

“I’m sure you feel better too not having that thing binding on you” Shirley said as she continued to squeeze Kaye’s breasts.

She then felt that young ass of Kaye’s pressing back to her and moving, back and forth.

“Let’s just get our panties off and try on our new underwear” Shirley said as she stepped back from Kaye and slid her own panties down and off. Kneeling down and still behind Kaye, she reached up and started to pull Kaye’s panties off.

Because Kaye was soo wet, her panties tried to stay put. Pulling them down further, Shirley smiled when she saw that Kaye’s wetness had soaked her panties and had moved down her leg. She continued to pull Kaye’s panties down and off.

Kaye was naked now, and flowing. Putting her hands up against the wall in front of her, Kaye held herself up so she wouldn’t fall, and opened her legs for Shirley.

“There seems to be a slight problem here hon,” Shirley said. “We can’t put on clean dry panties with you being soo wet, can we?” Kaye could only stand there, trembling from the excitement, and opened her legs further for this mature woman.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of this” Shirley said as she brought her hand and mouth to Kaye’s pussy. Opening her lips and pushing her tongue inside Kaye as much as she could, she tasted and swallowed all the young pussy honey she could get. Her fingers felt the folds of Kaye’s cunt while Shirley masturbated herself with her other hand.

Kaye started shaking and began humping Shirley’s tongue. She was sensing a huge feeling inside her pussy that was becoming uncontrollable, so Kaye let it go. Her first orgasm from a woman over-powered her as she let out a moan.

Shirley had heard of women squirters before, but this was the first time a woman ever squirted in her mouth. It was all she could do to keep up with this young woman by swallowing hard and fast.

Cleaning and tongue bathing her was a pleasure in itself. Kaye regained control and turned around to Shirley just as she was standing up. They brought their lips together and softly kissed while their hands felt the others breasts and pussy.

This was the first pussy that Kaye had felt. She had kept her pussy hair short, but Shirley had shaven hers smooth. Kaye started to explore this naked woman between her legs with her fingers as she felt Shirley’s fingers press up and move inside her. Shirley’s other hand had moved up and was squeezing her breast and she could taste her own honey on Shirley’s tongue and lips.

Feeling Shirley’s shaven pussy and her full breasts was turning Kaye on more and she just had to return the cunt-licking favor back to this woman.

Kaye broke off the kiss and slowly knelt down in front of Shirley and opened her legs. Shirley leaned back against the wall as Kaye brought her mouth and one hand to her sex.

Watching Shirley’s bare pussy coming closer to her lips, Kaye brought her hand up between those legs as she stuck her tongue out and moved closer. A sweet honey taste greeted her as she started licking all around. Bringing her fingers up to Shirley’s pussy, Kaye felt her opening up and easily slipped two fingers inside to soak them.

Feeling herself loosing control, Shirley brought her hands up to hold Kaye’s head and started to fuck her face. She just knew she was flowing honey to Kaye’s mouth, and was lapping it all up, turning her on more and more.

Kaye was swallowing all the honey from Shirley while finger fucking her. Deciding to explore a little more, Kaye took her pussy soaked fingers out of Shirley and started rubbing her tight ass hole.

She could hear Shirley start moaning and opening up to her finger prodding, so she kept pushing her fingers up and inside until she was fucking her with them. This cihangir escort continued until all of this overtook Shirley and she came over and over.

After a good tongue bath, Kaye stood up and they each kissed again. Each could taste the others honey on their tongues. They stayed like that a few minutes until Shirley suggested they try on the matching bra and panties. They looked so good, Shirley decided to buy them each the black matching robe that went with it.

After dressing and gathering up their stuff, they left the private dressing room. As they passed one of the rooms, they both herd an “Oh god yes, please, oh god” from a woman inside.

Kaye turned to Shirley with a surprise look on her face. Shirley explained that the staff looks the other way for women who buy plenty of things here and to keep quiet about it. After all, Shirley told her, she too may want to bring a friend here sometime to shop, and play.

And then, there was Mr. Henderson.

Being their babysitter, Kaye would spend many nights there at their home watching the two year old. Yes, the terrible two’s. It was enough to keep Kaye busy but after all, the Henderson’s paid her well.

This one particular night, Kaye decided to explore the video selection after they both left for a party and wouldn’t be back until late. After getting the baby to sleep, Kaye started her search. The Henderson’s had a ton of movies. Some were kind of corny and others were just boring. Kaye kept looking at the entire selection until, she found them.

They were all the way in the back. Lots of them all stacked up. Kaye decided to pull them all out and look at them each. There were girl-girl, mature women and younger girls (like what Mrs. Henderson and her had done the week before), women being gangbanged and straight in and out.

There was one in particular that caught her eye. It was called cum all over me. A woman would be in the center of a room, and about twenty naked guys would come in and start masturbating all over her while she would give a blowjob to one guy at a time.

One cock after another would explode and send it’s cum all over the woman’s face and down her naked body while she kept up her blowjobs. The guy would just pull back from her mouth and shoot his cum on her lips and then she would lick her lips clean. Then, another guy would stick his cock in her mouth while the others kept exploding on her face.

It didn’t take long before the woman would be glazed over with cum. After that, another woman would come in with twenty new guys to do the same thing. There were ten women and their men on that DVD.

Kaye just had to have this movie, but she didn’t want to steal it. Instead, she decided to make a copy on their computer. It was easy and only took 20 minutes. Kaye used the time to check out some porn sites to get herself ready.

After visiting her favorite sites on the internet, and putting all the DVD’s away, she checked on the baby, took the copy up to the spare bedroom the Henderson’s let her sleep in and started watching the show.

She had seen porn before, but never like this. There was soo many cocks, and soo much cum. Each woman had been covered from head to toe before the men were done. Kaye would watch closely as each woman would take a mans cock in her mouth and start moving and sucking. Some of the woman would blow the men fast, some would use their hands, but all were naked and covered with cum. Some even loved cocks in their ass.

Kaye now had to have Shirley’s dildo. Her pussy was in need of attention. She got up and checked on the baby again, then went to the master bedroom. Shirley had told her where to look, just in case she needed them. Sure enough, they were all there. Kaye grabbed the larger black vibrating one and headed back to the spare room.

The DVD was a four hour long special and Kaye guessed it was about half done with five of the ten women completed. She had started to shake again from being so excited. All this sex with these women giving out blowjobs, getting fucked in their pussies and ass, then having these men cum all over them just turned her on to no end.

Kaye stripped off her clothes and turned off the lights. She put a couple of towels under her ass since she knew she would be squirting tonight. She hit the remote and started watching the number six woman find her place in the room, kneel down and smiled really big to watch nothing but huge black men and their large cocks surround this mature white woman and her large hanging breasts.

One of the guys from behind her started pushing her forward until she was on her hands and knees. A guy in front of her stepped up and pushed his cock in her mouth, and started pumping. The woman’s large full breasts started swaying back and forth. The guy behind her reached down and started pushing his fingers inside her and feeling her pussy.

When she was wet and sloshing, the guy moved up on his knees and stuck his long black cock all feriköy escort the way in. The woman let out a long moan while another guy moved up to her mouth as she switched from black cock to black cock, sucking and fucking them for all she could. While these black men were fucking her, they started calling her every cum slut pig cocksucking name while she did her best to take each monster cock deep inside.

The dildo Kaye found was also big and black as she started pumping the vibrating monster in and out of her pussy. Wave after wave of orgasms came and made Kaye’s body shake uncontrollably. She was way too turned on to stop. Her pussy had developed a deep hunger now that could only be satisfied with more attention.

Shirley had way too much to drink and all but passed out at the party. They had been there a couple of hours and it was time to go home. Mr. Henderson was not too pleased about all of this. After his workout in the pool, he wanted some attention himself. His balls were throbbing and he needed some release, but it wouldn’t be from her tonight.

After driving home with his drunk and passed out wife, he had to resort to his fireman’s carry, and take her upstairs to bed. David pulled the blanket and sheets to the bed down with one hand, sat his wife on the edge, took off all her clothes, laid her down and covered her up and turned the lights off. Leave it to her to start snoring. Real nice hon.

David first checked on the baby, then moved downstairs and mixed himself a drink, then another. He was feeling better now.

He wondered how Kaye was sleeping in the spare room. He sat his drink down and moved down the hall to notice the door was open and the light from the TV was showing. He expected her to be asleep.

When he peaked in, he thought he was in a dream. Kaye was on the bed, on her back with her legs wide, eyes shut tight, moaning and pumping a huge black dildo in and out of her now shaven pussy.

David’s cock jumped up and was instantly hard. He looked at the TV and saw the DVD movie that was playing. He remembered this one from a long time ago, but thought it had been thrown out. That’s why, he thought, Kaye was fucking herself silly.

Kaye was in her own world now. She didn’t need to watch the DVD anymore. She was pretending that she was now the center of attention of unlimited black cocks. Kaye imagined sucking for cum, fucking for cum and being covered with all the white goo these studs were aiming on her. She could almost feel the hot sperm hitting her flesh from head to toe as she was on all fours, like a dog, sucking and fucking and swallowing.

She didn’t know Mr. Henderson was standing over her.

David’s cock was actually hurting from swelling so hard. As carried away as she was, he didn’t think she would come out of this trance she was in. He just had to have some release, even just to jack off. So he slowly took off all his clothes and sat them by the door.

He turned around naked with his throbbing balls and swollen cock, and walked back to Kaye just in time to watch her squirt all over her hand and the dildo she was fucking herself with. David had also heard of squirters, but had never seen a woman do it like Kaye was doing now. He stepped closer to Kaye as she kept moaning.

David couldn’t believe he was watching Kaye do this. This was such a turn on, he just had to close his eyes and burn this memory in his brain so he could memorize all this.

Kaye was imagining sucking on cock after cock and having each one dump its load inside her throat. The sounds of each woman screaming at the studs to fuck her pussy and ass kept her wanting a real cock. She took the dildo out of her pussy and placed it to her lips and started sucking. Her own honey tasted so much like Shirley’s, that she started to deep throat this dildo as her hands fucked her pussy.

David took another look at Kaye on the bed. Now she was finger fucking herself and deep throating that black dildo. He stepped closer to her and again closed his eyes to burn this memory in his brain.

Kaye was out of control, as this was the most turned on she had ever been. This DVD had worked it’s magic on her. She just had to have some cock and wondered how she could get Mr. Henderson to fuck her when they got home. She didn’t have to wait.

After Kaye took the dildo out of her mouth and sat it down, she looked up to see Mr. Henderson masturbating himself over her. She watched in amazement as his cock was huge and his balls were swinging back and forth.

All these times looking at this cock in his Speedos, wondering what it really looked like. It was big, swollen and shaved. A bare cock for her own shaved twat she thought as she moved up to sit in front of him on the edge of the bed. Her mouth was level with his cock head as she leaned forward and opened her mouth.

Kaye brought her arms up. She quickly moved David’s arm and hand away from his cock, took his fuck stick deep in her mouth, then brought both hands around to his ass cheeks to hold him there. Kaye finally had him, and was now going to suck him hard.

Shock and fear spread through David. He opened his eyes to see Kaye taking all of him in her mouth and down her throat. He tried to move away, but her hands dug her fingernails in his cheeks and he was trapped. David looked back down at Kaye as she was looking up at him, and smiling.

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I walked into my house from school. It was end of the school term and I had a week off. I am eighteen years old, 6 foot tall and weigh 200 pounds. I as enter my house I saw that both my parents were packing.

“Where are you two going?” I asked my mother.

“Oh hi Brad. Me and your dad have to go to Washington for the paper.” My parents were editors in a city paper and went on trips frequently

“So I will be me here alone?” Thinking that I can throw party and fuck some girl from school.

“Not quite, you will be going to stay at Uncle Henry’s. Don’t worry it will be only for a week.” Mom told me.

I wasn’t worried. I was excited. Uncle Henry and his wife moved to our city fours ago, before that I had never seen him or his wife before. Since I was fourteen I always wank thinking about his wife, Aunt Phyllis. Aunt Phyllis was in her mid-forties; she had long brunette hair and a pair of huge tits. I think there are 42EE cup. Whenever I am near, I just freeze looking at that extra-large bust. Recently she has caught me looking down her blouse but she just smiles at me. If we are ever alone she teases me by bending down right in front of me.

Monday morning came around quickly and my parents dropped me off at my Uncle’s.

“Don’t be a too much of pain to Phyllis and try to help her out. OK?”

“OK I won’t, Bye”

The door open and my uncle Henry showed me the guest room. I started to unpack, then she was there at the door. She was just wearing a robe holding a shampoo bottle.

“Hi Brad” She gave me little smile. “I will make breakfast for you after I have a shower.”

Then she accidentally dropped the bottle. She bent down to pick it up giving me great view of her ass. She stood up and noticed I was looking at her ass.

“Hope I gave you a good look.” She smiled at looking at my tent in my pants and blew me a kiss and walked off.

I quickly closed the door and started rubbing my dick.

After that I went down to watch some TV. Aunt Phyllis called me for breakfast. I walked in the kitchen and sat down at the table. My uncle was reading the paper and my aunt was reading some magazine wearing a baggy sweater and jogging bottoms. zonguldak escort I quickly ate my breakfast and returned to watching the telly. Uncle Henry told me that he going to worked now and will be back at 12. My aunt told me that she would be doing some cleaning.

An hour later I was still watch TV when it turn it self off. I looked behind and saw me aunt holding the remote and smiling.

“I think you watch too much TV.” She stood right in front of me. I just noticed what she was wearing. She had a tight white blouse which was nearly about to explode. I could see through her blouse and she was wearing a black bra. Below the blouse she had on a tight black skirt that didn’t even reached her knees.

“Your are naughty boy aren’t you. Looking at your aunt like that with so much lust.” I stared to get hard when she spoke and me mouth was wide open.

“It was a good thing that your mother sent you to me so I can punish you cause you such a naughty boy! Boys always try to push me but then will end up being punished” I was really getting turned on by the way she spoke to me. Now I was just staring at those ripe melons.

“What are you looking at? Oh, you looking at my busty breast aren’t you! Well don’t! OK? It is rude to stare. I will not want you to stare at my breast whenever they jiggle, bounce or if the nipples get hard. Do I make myself clear!?” Aunt Phyllis screamed.

“Yes, okay.” I replied cowardly.

“Good. Now aunty wants you to draw her a picture.” She sat down and gave me a pencil and some paper. I was really turned by her clothes and the way she talked to me as child. So I decided that see how far I could push her.

“So what have you drawn for aunty?” I gave her my picture and seen what she will do. “WHAT! This is supposed to be a picture of ME! My breasts are not that big. And I just told you off and you now do this. Your are a naughty boy and now you will be punished.”

Aunt Philia quickly grabbed me and put me over her knee. I knew where this was going and I was going to enjoy it.

“You are going to be spanked until your ass goes red. Stop squirming.” Philia rip my pants down leaving bursa escort my cock touching her knee. “Are ready for your punishment” With that question she started spanking me. It was the most hornyest thing a woman has done to me.

Each blow of her hand was making my cock harder. After five minutes of spanking I was starting to moan.

“The naughty bastard is turned on.” Now she began to slap harder making me moan even more. I grabbed my cock to start wanking it.

Suddenly Phyllis stopped spanking me pushed me on to the sofa and spread my legs.

“You did get really turned on, didn’t you?” She kneed in front of my cock. I lifted my cock and pushed it in her mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” My aunt moaned. I started fucking her face. After a few minutes of fucking, my balls tightened, I knew that I was to cum soon. Then I blew all my cum in my aunts mouth. She swallowed every drip of it. She laid down on the floor for a few minutes and then told me:

“You got a bigger load then your uncle. I think you have learnt your punishment. If you are a good boy later on, I will give you present, it could be sucking my tits or a fuck. Now put your pants and go to your room, your uncle will be back soon and I got to get changed.”

Both of us ran upstairs quickly, but just before I went in my room she gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered that I better be a good boy after lunch.

My uncle arrived on 12 o’clock on the dot. Throughout lunch, my aunt was giving me sexy looks as my uncle rushed through his lunch. At half past, he left Aunt Phyllis and me alone again.

I was fantasying about want ways will I fuck her. While I was daydreaming my aunt stood in front of me. I got out of fantasy to see her standing in front of me in just matching bra and panties.

“I new you will enjoy this look.” She pointed at my growing erection. “I told you early that good boy get presents, so be a good boy and give your old aunt a neck massage.

She sat down on the couch facing away from me. I started rubbing her shoulders for a while. After a few minutes she began to moan with pleasure,, so to speed malatya escort this up I started to kissing her neck.

“Oh Brad that feels so great.” I moved my hands to here tits while still kissing her neck and cupped them. Then pulled my hands off and got up.

“That’s enough, you have shown me that you are a good boy. So come upstairs with me for your present.” I eagerly follow her to the bedroom.

We began kissing while we took off each other’s clothes. We got to the bed; I slide my tongue into her mouth. She pulled her tongue out and told me lie on the bed. She got on top of me and push her tit into my mouth. I sucked on the nipple for ages. She grabbed my cock and began playing with it. She placed it between her tits and fucked herself with it.

“Oh fuck that’s good, keep on going.” I moaned. She then slid all eight inches of my cock in her mouth. She rubbed up and down while the head was in her mouth. “You’re ready for a fuck.” She told me to lean my back against the headboard. She got on top of me and slid my dick all the way in her soaking entrance. “We will make love later okay baby” I didn’t really care as long as I could fuck her right now. Phyllis began bouncing up and down on my cock while moaning heavily. “Oh fuck this good. Keep on fucking your aunt baby. Shit your uncle bad at this.” I grabbed on of her tits and started suck the nipple. “Yeah baby go on suck your aunts nipple. Shit I think I am gonna cum on your cock Brad” Phyllis started screaming as she reached her first orgasm. “Come on Brad cum inside your aunts pussy. YES OH YEAH BABY GO ON CUM IN ME.” I exploded my load into her pussy. She started to slow down until my cock went limp. “That was great there Brad.” She congratulated me. We began to start kissing until she stopped. “I will like this to go on but your uncle will be her in ten minutes and you know he’s never late.” We got dressed and waited for him come back, Phyllis told me there will be more tomorrow.

When uncle Henry came back we sat down for dining and just watch some TV. It was 11.00pm and I got board so I went to bed. Half ad hour later my aunt came in. The first thought that came in my mind was she wants to suck my dick so I pulled it out.

“Sorry I don’t want to suck you off. I came her tell you that your Uncle will have to go a business trip on Wednesday, so we can have some fun all the way to Sunday without interrupting.” She gave me a kiss and walked out of the room. I started to think about all the stuff I want to do to her.

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„Ich glaube, ich habe einen Gleichgesinnten gefunden, der für sich behalten wird, was er hier gesehen und erlebt hat, und der auch in Zukunft meine devoten Wünsche fühlen und pflegen wird.”, flüsterte Eva und sah Jan dabei glücklich an. — „Dann wird es Dich nicht wundern, wenn ich Dir nun gleich Nippelringe anlege, die ich sicher in Deinem Schatzkästchen finde, bevor wir gemeinsam in die Eisdiele fahren!” Erwiderte Jan, während er bereits weitere Schubladen des geheimnisvollen Schränkchens aufzog. Schließlich entdeckte er in einer der Schubladen, was ihm brauchbar erschien: eine Sammlung verschiedenster Nippelringe, die ohne Piercing anzubringen waren. Einige waren schlichte Ringe, an anderen waren Schmucksteine oder Metall-Perlen angebracht. In einer weiteren Schublade fand er sogar Klemmen, die mit Ketten verbunden waren. Zum Teil waren daran wiederum Ketten angebracht, die offensichtlich zum Schoß der Trägerin oder um deren Hals führen sollten.

Schließlich entschied er sich für nüchterne goldene Ringe, die offen waren und deren Enden mit Metallkugeln gesichert waren. Evas Augen wurden groß, als ihr die Entwicklung bewusst wurde. Trotzdem sie gerne devot war, war diese Geradlinigkeit für sie doch etwas ungewohnt. Zögerlich ließ sie zu, dass Jan sich ihre nackten Brüste griff, die roten Nippel derb zwischen den Fingern rieb und sie in die Länge zog. Dann legte er die Nippel, um die Ringe leichter darüber schieben zu können. Zu Evas Überraschung hatte er sogar die kleine Zange entdeckt, die in einer dunklen Ecke der Schublade aufbewahrt war. Hier war etwas unwohl, als er die Zange nun an dem Ring ansetzte, um ihn enger zu drücken. Nun saß der Ring fest an der Basis des harten Nippels, der dadurch noch dicker wirkte. Mit der zweiten Brust verfuhr er ebenso. „Dein dünnes schwarzes T-Shirt und ein kurzer Jeansrock sollten reichen”, kommentierte er sein Werk.

Kurz darauf präsentierte sich Eva folgsam in einem Jeansrock, der ihren Po nur knapp bedeckte. Darüber das tief dekolletierte T-Shirt, das so dünn war, dass man das funkeln der goldenen Nippelringe problemlos sehen konnte. Um in der Nachbarschaft kein Aufsehen zu erregen, war Jan bereit, Eva in der Parallelstraße mit dem Auto abzuholen. Rasch ging er nach Hause, holte das Auto und fuhr zu dem vereinbarten Treffpunkt, wo Eva in einer Parkbucht hinter einem großen Auto versteckt zu ihm einstieg. Bevor sie die Landstraße zum Nachbarort erreichten, öffnete Jan das Verdeck seines Cabrios und betrachtete wohlwollend, wie der Wind den escort bayan ataşehir dünnen Stoff um Evas Oberkörper nachformte. Deutlich waren die harten unter dem dünnen Titelshirt zu sehen. Aber auch Eva schmunzelte, als sie die zunehmende Verhärtung betrachtete. Während sich ihre eine Hand unter den Rock schob, griff die andere nach Jans Hosenbein, und drückte seinen heißen Schwanz. Unter diesen Umständen verging die Fahrt viel zu schnell, als Jan das Auto bereits in der Nähe der angestrebten Eisdiele parkte. Als das Verdeck geschlossen war, nahm er sich die Freiheit, Eva zu küssen und dabei kurz ihre Nippel zu reiben. Dann stieg er aus, Eva die Türe zu öffnen. Offensichtlich wurde Eva interessiert betrachtet, als sie durch die Fußgängerzone zur Eisdiele gingen. Sie fanden einen Platz dicht an der warmen Hauswand, von dem aus sie zwar nicht so gut die Passanten betrachten konnten, dafür aber mehr Ruhe für sich hatten. Als die üppigen Eisbecher serviert wurden, griff Eva schmerzhaft nach Jans Schwanz, als er interessiert Jans in das weite T-Shirt der offensichtlich tätowierten, flachbrüstigen Bedienung blickte. Ertappt zuckte Jan zusammen. Doch Evas Griff hatte einen anderen Grund: „hast Du nicht gesehen, wie sie mir auf meine Titten geglotzt hat?” — Innerlich atmete Jan auf. „Warum stört es Dich, wenn nicht nur ich an Deinen genialen Formen gefallen finde?” Evas Wangen röteten sich nach diesem versteckten Lob. „Wenn Du meinst”, murmelte sie, beugte sich wieder über ihren Eisbecher. Dabei rutschte sie auf dem Stuhl nach vorne, wodurch sich ihr Rock drastisch verkürzte. Jan sah genüsslich von der Seite zu, sah wie ihre Brüste wippten und ihre Schenkel bis fast zum Schoß freigelegt waren.

Inzwischen waren die Gäste an einem Nachbartisch aufgebrochen, sodass die Bedienung nun begann, das benutzte Geschirr abzuräumen. Dabei hatte sie ihren Rücken Eva und Jan zugewandt, beugte sich weit über den Tisch. Jan glaubte, nicht richtig zu sehen, als dabei ein Großteil ihres knackigen Po unter dem kurzen schwarzen Röckchen aufblitzte. Nachdem die Bedienung mit dem ersten Teil des Service in der Küche verschwunden war, wollte er Eva darauf ansprechen, was er gesehen hatte. Doch Evas Gesichtsausdruck und Hautfarbe sprachen Bände. Auch sie musste den nackten Pobacken gesehen haben. Kurz darauf kam die Bedienung wieder zurück, um die Reste des Geschirrs auf ihr Tablett zu laden. Auch jetzt beugte sie sich wieder so weit vor, dass ihr Po fast nackt zu sehen war. Durch einen escort bayan pendik harmlosen Windhauch wurde eine Serviette von ihrem Tablett geweht. Als sich die junge schlanke Frau danach beugte, verschränkte sie sich so, dass das schmale Röckchen ganz über ihre Pobacken gerutscht war, Eva und Jan sehen konnten, dass sie darunter ganz nackt war und streifenfrei braun. Ganz selbstverständlich richtete sie sich dann wieder auf, zog das Röckchen gerade und verschwand mit dem Tablett in der Küche. Jan und Eva sahen sich schmunzelnd an. „Geile Vorstellung!” — „Ich glaube, es ging hier nicht nur darum, sich zu zeigen, sondern auch darum, sich anzubieten! Hast Du nicht ihren Ring gesehen? Ich glaube es ist der Ring der O, und die junge Frau steht darauf, sich zu unterwerfen.” — „So etwas siehst Du natürlich”, grinste Eva und überlegte sich, bei welcher Gelegenheit sie selbst so einen Ring tragen könnte. Als die beiden noch ihren Gedanken nachhingen, kam die Bedienung wieder auf ihren Tisch zu. Jan fixierte sie auf dem ganzen Weg unübersehbar, sodass es nicht unrealistisch war, dass sich die Nippel tatsächlich deutlicher unter dem schwarzen T-Shirt der herbeieilenden Frau abzeichneten. Nun stand sie direkt vor ihnen am Tisch, schien ihren Schoß die Platte zu drücken. „Darf ich noch etwas bringen?” Dabei blickte Bettina, wie Jan nun auf ihrem Namensschild lesen konnte, eindeutig auf den Schoß von Jan. Jans Schoß lag Evas Hand, die offensichtlich seinen dicken Prügel streichelte. Die andere Hand hatte Eva unter ihr Röckchen geschoben, wo sie rhythmisch den Schoß streichelte. „Deinem Verhalten vorhin und Deiner Kleiderordnung nach zu urteilen dürftest Du mit unserer Offenheit kein Problem haben”, Sprach Jan sie lächelnd an, „Leider kennen wir von Dir bisher nur Deine reizvolle Kehrseite. Wenn Dein Ring nicht nur Schmuck, sondern Statement ist, wirst Du uns jetzt hier und auf der Stelle Deinen Schoß zeigen!” Forderte Jan unmissverständlich.

Da Bettina kurz zögerte, packte Jan ihre beringte Hand und setzte an, ihr den Ring abzuziehen. Erschrocken zog Bettina ihre Hand zurück, um dies zu verhindern. Dann stellte sie sich so vor den Tisch, dass man von hinten nicht sehen konnte, was geschah: mit beiden Händen klappte sie ihr kurzes Röckchen nach oben, sodass Jan und Eva ihren nackten, glattrasierten Schoß direkt über den Tisch sahen. Wie Jan erwartet hatte, trug Bettina ein Piercing im Schoß. Eva atmete laut aus und hatte große Augen, während die Hand in ihrem Schoß escort bayan ümraniye deutlich schneller ein und ausfuhr. Teils besorgt, teils lächelnd blickte Bettina auf die eindeutigen Bewegungen in Evas Schoß. Jan hingegen zog kurz an dem Clit-Ring, so dass Bettina kurz aufstöhnte, „nicht schlecht für den Anfang! Beim nächsten Weg zu unserem Tisch bitte dann die Rechnung!” Damit entließ er Bettina fürs erste und sah belustigt auf die zunehmende Röte in Evas Wangen. Wenige Zeit später kam Bettina wieder, legte Jan die Rechnung an seinen Platz, ließ scheinbar zufällig den Block und ihren Stift liegen und stellte Eva und Jan jeweils ein Ü-Ei an den Platz „ein Gruß vom Haus”, lächelte sie, wobei sie sich wieder so weit über den Tisch beugte, dass Jan und Eva einen guten Einblick auf ihre kleinen Brüste mit den harten Nippeln hatten. Eva hatte ihre Hand inzwischen aus dem Schoß gezogen zog gierig das Silber-Papier von der Schokolade, um sie zu essen. Die Kapsel mit dem Spielzeug legte sie zur Seite. Jan hatte eine Idee. Er lehrte das Spielzeug aus der Kapsel, schrieb etwas auf den Zettel des Rechnungsblocks, faltete den Zettel und steckte ihn in die Kapsel. „Du solltest die Botschaft für Bettina gut anfeuchten, bevor ich sie übergebe”, grinste er Eva an.

Eva verstand und schob sich die Plastikkapsel in ihren nassen Schoß. Kurz darauf kam Bettina, um zu kassieren. Trotz des großzügigen Trinkgelds schien sie etwas unzufrieden, irritiert. „Eva wird Dir noch eine Nachricht zustecken”, sagte Jan, „dafür solltest Du etwas dichter kommen!” Bettina ging mit fragendem Blick auf Eva zu, deren rote wrangen glühten. Immer näher trat sie vor die blonde Frau, bald berührten ihre Beine die Knie von Eva, die sich noch immer nicht bewegte. „Noch näher, mach Deine Beine dafür breit!” Flüsterte Jan. Scheu aber folgsam spreizte Bettina ihre Beine ein wenig und trat so problemlos näher auf Eva zu. „Alle beide den Schoß freimachen!” Lautete der nächste Befehl von Jan. Mit überlegenem Lächeln klappte Eva das Röckchen hoch, was Bettina noch immer und insbesondere vor Evas Gesicht schwerfiel. Dann verfolgte sie mit großen Augen die Bewegungen von Evas Hand in deren Schoß, sah, wie sie dort die Kapsel hervorholte und zielsicher zwischen Bettinas nasse Schamlippen steckte, mit den Fingern nachschob.

Bettina stöhnte auf, als ihr Schoß so ausgefüllt und kurz verwöhnt wurde. „Ich erwarte, dass Du die Anweisungen befolgst”, hörte sie Jans ruhige Stimme. Mit rotem Kopf nickte sie, betrachtete Evas blasses Gesicht mit den roten Wangen, ließ ihren Blick auf den harten Nippeln mit den goldenen Ringen ruhen, die sich unter dem dünnen T- Shirt abzeichneten, bevor sie sich von dem Paar abwandte und wieder ihre Beschäftigung in der Eisdiele nachging.

„Ich glaube, mit Bettina werden wir noch viel Spaß haben”, wandte sich Jan nun Eva, während er ihre Hand nahm und ihren Lustsaft von den Fingern leckte.

Fortsetzung folgt!

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Julia kannte ich erst kurz. Wir lernten uns im Studium in einem Kurs kennen.

Ich wollte Julia mit einem romantischen Abendessen überraschen und reservierte ein Zimmer in einem eleganten Restaurant, zu essen gab es a’la Carte.

Sie kam in einem schönen Abendkleid, die Körperkonturen waren eindeutig zu erkennen. Das rote Kleid bedeckte ihre großen, festen Brüste. Ihr weibliches Becken und die nicht ganz schlanke Taille – aber nicht übergewichtig – waren deutlich zu erkennen.

Julia, die sich gut mit Ernährung auskannte, bestellte das Essen. Shrimps und Muscheln, eine leckere scharfe Soße mit Gemüse und zum Nachtisch Erdbeeren mit Schokoladenüberzug. Alles was eine aphrodisierende, anregende Wirkung auf die männliche Libido hat. Nachgewiesenermaßen steigt der Testosteronspiegel und die Spermienproduktion von Männern beim Verzehr von Meeresfrüchten an, erklärte Julia mir beiläufig.

„Dieses Luder hat heute Abend noch was vor!” dachte ich mir erfreut.

Beim Nachtisch dippte sie die Erdbeere in die heiße Schokolade, nahm die Spitze in den Mund und schleckte mit der Zunge vorsichtig, aber zielstrebig die an die Unterseite der Erdbeere fließende Schokolade. Dabei sah sie mir tief in die Augen. Ich wurde fast wahnsinnig, in meiner Jens begann es zunehmend eng zu werden. Mit einem beherzten Biss teilte Julia die Erdbeere und grinste mich schelmisch an.

Nach dem Essen genossen wir noch etwas den lauen Sommerabend im freien und tranken einen Cocktail.

Auch hier bestand Julia darauf die Bestellung vorzunehmen: „Grande Madame” dieser beinhaltet „das natürlichen Aphrodisiakum Granatapfel”, wie sie mir später erklärte während sie ihr Kleid etwas nach unten zog so dass die Konturen noch besser erkennbar waren.

Der ganze Abend war voll von Julias antörnenden Gesten. Sie schmiegte sich in der Bar an mich, ich spürte ihren großen Busen deutlich und raunte ihr zu „warte nur bis wir nachher im Bett sind, dann zahle ich dir das heim!” sie grinste, küsste mich leicht und berührte scheinbar zufällig meine Hose. „Du scheinst ja bereits bereit zu sein, ich hoffe du kannst dein Versprechen auch halten” raunte Julia mir zu.

Als echter Gentleman zahlte ich die Rechnung (wie auch im Restaurant zuvor) und gab der hübschen Bedienung ein gutes Trinkgeld.

Wir machten uns auf den Heimweg, ohne darüber zu reden war uns beiden klar dass wir die Nacht bei Ihr verbringen würden. Ihre WG Kollegin war zu Besuch bei den Eltern, diese Gelegenheit mussten wir einfach nutzen! Vorbei an den vielen kleinen Bars der Altstadt, einigen Sehenswürdigkeiten schlenderten wir eng umschlungen in Richtung ihrer Wohnung.

Julia wohnte im 6. Stock (Obergeschoss) eines schön renovierten Altbau-Mehrfamilienhaus. Einen Aufzug gab es nicht. Vor ihrer Türe angekommen drückte ich Julia gegen die Wand, nahm ihr Gesicht in meine starken Hände und küsste sie innig. Erst sanft, dann bestimmt streichelte ich über ihre großen, festen Brüste und flüsterte ihr leise zu „Heute Nacht werde ich dich besitzen, wenn du dies willst küss mich!” dabei sah ich ihr tief in die Augen. Wenige Sekunden später küsste sie mich innig.

Kaum waren wir in ihrer Wohnung drückte ich Julia gegen die Wand. Meine steinharte Erektion beulte die Jeanshose aus und drückte fordernd gegen ihren Bauch als ich sie küsste und ihr das dünne Sommerkleid über den Kopf zog.

Sie stand nur mit schwarzem BH und Höschen bekleidet vor mir. Ein kurzer Griff in ihren Intimbereich zeigte mir dass sie feucht und bereit für mich war.

Wild küssend bewegten wir uns in ihr Schlafzimmer. Ihr Bett stand an der Außenwand direkt unter einem Fenster. Der Rolladen war noch oben aber wer sollte uns schon beobachten? Weit und breit kein Haus das höher war. Julia bat mich „bitte lass das Licht aus”. Sollte mir recht sein, der Vollmond war hell genug dass er in ihr Schlafzimmer schien. Irgendwie war es so sehr romantisch.

Ich drückte sie auf ihr Bett, wild küssend streichelte sie meine Erektion die jetzt nur noch von einer Boxershort gefangen war aber bereits zu sehen war.

Ich zügelte meine animalische Lust und gab Julia mehr Freiheit, sie stieg auf mich drauf küsste meinen Hals und bewegte sich zielstrebig nach unten mit ihren Liebkosungen. Schnell war die Boxershort weg. und sie nahm meine Eichel sanft in den Mund.

Wie den Nachtisch des Abendessens – Erdbeere mit Schokolade – bearbeitete sie meine Eichel sanft mit ihrem Mund.

Dabei achtete sie darauf dass ich nicht zum Höhepunkt kam. Sie war echt eine Könnerin auf ihrem Gebiet! Sanft massierte ihre Lippen meine Eichel, mit der Zunge mecidiyeköy escort reizte sie Vorhautbändchen gezielt aber nicht zu stark.

Ich spürte wie ihre Spucke an meinem erigierten Penis herunter lief. Als wollte sie nichts verschenken nahm sie meine Erektion tief — fast bis zur Wurzel – in den Mund, schloss die Lippen fest und bewegte ihren Kopf langsam in Richtung Eichel und „saugte” so ihren Speichel weg.

Stetig unterbrochen von kurzen Pausen wo sie sanft meinen Unterbauch küsste um mich nicht bereits beim Vorspiel zu entleeren.

Sie sah mich fordernd an und raunte: „Du wolltest mich doch beherrschen, oder waren das nur leere Versprechen?”. Dann kniff Julia mir zwei mal kräftig in die Brustwarze.

Ich warf sie auf den Rücken, riss ihr den BH und das Höschen vom Leibe und drang mit einem kräftigen Stoß ein, dies gelang mir aber nur so halber, Julia bewegte sich leicht weg, zappelte unter mir.

„Aaahhhuuu…. Aaaahhh Jaaa”

hörte ich aus ihrem Mund etwas schmerzhaft aber sehr lustvoll. Weitere Geräusche unterband ich vorerst mit einem fordernden innigen Kuss legte meine Arme um ihren Kopf — so fixiert konnte sie nicht erneut „fliehen” – und fing an Julia zu stoßen, erst leicht dann zunehmend kraftvoller. Der Mond schien auf ihre großen Brüste die durch jeden meiner Stöße in eine rhythmische Bewegung versetzt wurden. Das liebevolle, dominante dehnen ihrer engen Scheidenmuskulatur quittierte sie mit lustvolles Stöhnen. Das rhythmische Klatschen in Kombination mit dem an die Wand schlagende Bett und Julias zunehmendes Stöhnen gab einen „rhythmisches Lied” welches ich mit der Intensität meiner Stöße wie ein Dirigent vorgab.

Sie krallte sich an meinem Rücken fest. Ihre Fingernägel bohrten sich in meinen Rücken und zogen eine Linie.

„Aaah” kam es aus meinem Mund, sie sah mich neckisch und fordernd an. Ich hielt ihre Hände über ihren Kopf, Befreiungsversuche waren nutzlos und hab ihr eine Serie harter Stöße.

„Ohh jaa, ohh Gott… AAAhh”

Sie wendete viel Kraft auf, nicht weil sie sich wirklich gegen mich wehren wollte sondern um mich zu fordern und aufzufordern. Es turnte sie richtig an sich zu wehren, ihre Grenzen auszutesten und letztlich sich meinem starken Körper zu ergeben.

Um dies geile Erlebnis nicht zu schnell enden zu lassen richtete ich mich auf, nahm Julias Beine (sie noch immer unter mir liegend) zwischen meine Schultern und begann sie langsamer und zärtlicher zu stoßen. Julia genoss diese zärtliche Pause sichtlich. Ich stieß sanft, tief gleichmäßig langsam. Mein Blick schweifte durch das Fenster (ich konnte mit halb aufgerichtetem Oberkörper einigermaßen raus sehen). Gegenüber im Studentenwohnheim, etwa 5m tiefer, war der Rollanden oben und das Licht brannte. Mit guten Durchblick sah ich wie dort ein junges Liebespärchen — beide schätzte ich auf maximal 20 Jahre – sich die Kleider vom Leib rissen. Der junge Mann streichelte die ehr mittlere bis kleine Brust der jungen sportlichen, sehr gut aussehenden Frau. Anschießend sie kniete sich vor ihn.

Meine Sichtposition war recht geschützt. Einerseits war unser Zimmer dunkel, dazu waren wir 5m höher. Julia stöhnte unter meinen sanften Stößen und bekam von all dem nichts mit.

Gegenüber bearbeitete die junge Frau eifrig das Glied ihres Lovers, das sich nun unmittelbar vor ihr befand. Ein wenig Erfolg schien sich bereits einzustellen, denn es war zumindest zur Hälfte aufgerichtet, mit jeder ihrer Liebkosungen füllte sich die Schwellkörper des Lovers mit Blut.

Die junge Frau schmiegte ihre Lippen eng um die Eichel während ihre Finger sanft über den zunehmend härter werdenden Schaft streichelten. Als sie mit ihrer freien Hand nach den weichen Hoden griff und sie einen Augenblick lang massierte, sah ich, das jetzt komplett erigierte Glied des Lovers.

Dieser junge Lover hatte eine ausgesprochen gute Selbstkontrolle, dachte ich mir anerkennend.

Julias anfängliche Freude über meine sanften Stöße, über eine kurze „Pause”, gingen zunehmend in fordernde Bewegungen ihres Beckens über. Sie musste wieder härter ran genommen werden. Ich griff mit beiden Händen an ihre großen Brüste, hielt sie damit sicher unter mir zog meinen erigierten Penis fast komplett raus und stieß in hart in sie.

Dies quittierte sie stets mit einem lustvollen, lauten Schrei. Ich vögelte sie langsam aber hart. Wenn nur noch die Eichel in ihrer Vagina war zeichneten sich die prallen Adern unter der Haut meiner Erektion ab welche die Schwellkörper stetig mit Blut versorgen. Beim kraftvollen zustoßen „bewegte” ich Julia jedes bayan escort mal ein kleines bisschen weiter in Richtung Kopfende ihres Bettes.

Fast vergaß ich dem Schauspiel im Zimmer gegenüber zu folgen. Der Lover dirigierte die junge Frau mittlerweile auf die Knie und drang in sie ein. Er legte dabei ein beachtliches Tempo hin. Mit jedem seiner Stoße wippten ihre Brüste im Takt mit. Leider konnte ich nichts hören.

Es war auch an der Zeit Julia entschiedener zu vögeln! Jedoch wollte ich verhindern dass die dem Schauspiel zusah, sie sollte sich voll und ganz auch mich und ihren Körper konzentrieren.

Mit einer energischen Bewegung drehte ich Julia um. Ihr Kopf war dabei stets unterhalb des Fensters. Kraftvoll hob ich ihr Becken an. Versuche von ihr sich aufzurichten unterband ich durch einen energischen Druck zwischen ihre Schülterblätter.

Julia drehte sich — auf allen vieren kniend den Kopf nahe am Kopfkissen – zu mir um und schenkte mir ein Lächeln.

“Na komm, gib’s mir! Zeig mir, wie stark du bist!”

Ich reagierte mit einer kraftvollen Bewegung nach vorne. Tief in Julia verharrend, mit der linken Hand ihren Oberkörper nach unten gedrückt gab ich ihr mir meiner starken rechten Hand mehrere kräftige Schläge auf den Arsch.

Dabei beobachtete ich den Lover wie er seine Freundin zunehmend rhythmisch schnell und hart stieß. Mein Glied verharrte tief in Julias Lenden. Im Rhythmus seiner Stoßens bekam Julia von mir mehre kräftige Schläge auf ihren breiten Hintern. Ihre Zuckungen bei jedem Schlag auf den Arsch reizten meine Erektion zusätzlich das erröten ihrer sanften Gesäßhaut konnte ich im Mondlicht leider nur erahnen.

Langsam erhöhte ich den Rhythmus meiner Stoßbewegungen, achtete aber darauf dass Julia sich nie so weit aufrichten konnte das Schauspiel in der Wohnung gegenüber zu beobachten. Julia quittierte dies mit zunehmend lauteren Schreien. Ich glich mein Tempo dem des jungen Lovers an.

Julia stöhnte laut auf, als ich mit einem besonders kraftvollen Ruck tief in sie eindrang. Schwungvoll prallte meine Hüfte gegen ihren Hintern, während mein Glied erneut vollständig von ihren empfindsamen Muskeln umgeben wurde.

“Oh Gott, ja!”, rief sie laut und krallte die Finger in die Decke.

Ich seufzte ebenfalls genüsslich. Mit einer Hand kraftvoll auf ihren entblößten Hintern schlagend fügte ich hinzu:

“So, du willst also wissen, wie stark ich bin? Na warte…”

Kaum einen Atemzug später ließ ich meinen Worten bereits Taten folgen. Mit kraftvollen Stößen vögelte ich Julia durch dabei griffen meine Hände um ihre Hüfte, bei jedem Stoß klatschte ich gegen ihren Hintern. Julia kommentierte mit zunehmend lauterem schreien.

„Oh Gott … jaahh… so stark”

Ihr Becken wurde durch meine Stöße hart vorne getrieben, dass Bett knallte mehrfach gegen die Hauswand, mit festem Griff um ihre Hüften hielt ich sie in Position.

Auch der Lover gegenüber wurde zunehmend hemmungsloser und wilder. Seine Bewegungen wurden unrhythmischer, fordernder.

Ich stellte mir vor dass die junge Frau Stöße ebenso lautstark kommentiert wie meine Julia.

Ich ließ wohl mit meiner Intensität und Kraft etwas nach. Julia versuchte sich erneut aus ihrer mit dem Oberkörper weit nach unten gebeugten Position aufzurichten.

Bevor sie den Kopf auf Höhe des Fenstern hatte — und das Schauspiel nebenan beobachten konnte – drückte ich kräftig auf ihr Schulterblatt.

Ein kräftiger Stoß „aaahhu…” sie streckte ihre Hände seitlich. Diese Gelegenheit nutzte ich, griff ihre Hände und hielt sie hinter ihren Rücken.

„Deine Hände bleiben hinter dem Rücken” raunte ich sanft aber bestimmt. Zur Verstärkung dieser Forderung hielt ich beide Hände mit meiner linken Hand mühelos hinter ihrem Rücken, gab ich dir einige kräftige Schläge auf ihren Arsch.

„Auu… ahh”

„ich habe die nicht verstanden?” und noch einen sehr kräftigen „Klatsch”

„Auu ja… ja meine Hände bleiben hinter meinem Rücken!”

Ich nahm etwas an Intensität raus, streichelte sanft ihren lädierten Hintern und drang mehrfach sanft in ihre enge Grotte ein. Dankbar stöhnte Julia lustvoll auf.

Mir war klar ich musste Julia fixieren, nur wie? In mit meiner rechten Hand ertastete ich ihr Höschen. Während ich Julia sanft stieß untersuchte ich dessen Haltbarkeit. Erfreut stellte ich fest dass ihr Höschen auch intensives dehnen unbeschadet überstand. Das Gummiband ihres Höschens war sehr stabil! Zufrieden mit dem Haltbarkeitstest fesselte ich Julias Hände hinter ihrem Rücken mit ihrem Höschen, „ Ooh maslak escort nein bitte nicht” dann einige sanfte Stöße die sie mit „Jaa oh Gott jaa” quitierte. Etwas Kraft war notwendig aber wirklich intensiv wehrte sie sich gegen dieses Spiel nicht.

Ein fester Knoten und Julia war fixiert.

Das Schauspiel gegenüber neigte sich dem Ende entgegen. Der Lover bewegte sich immer unrythmischer, wilder, die junge Frau griff verzweifelt nach ihrem Kissen und drückte es sich vor den Mund. Offensichtlich wollte sie verhindern dass das ganze Wohnheim deren Liebesspiel mitkriegt. Bei der Intensität jedoch sehr wahrscheinlich das mindestens ihre Zimmernachbarn genau wussten was los war. Ein letzter kräftiger Stoß des Lovers und er verharrte tief in der jungen Frau. Völlig ermattet brach er auf ihr zusammen.

Mit steigernder härte vögelte ich Julia. Dabei hielt ich mit der linken Hand ihre auf den Rücken fixierte Arme leicht nach oben und verringerte so zuverlässig ihre Bewegungsfreiheit.

Sie stöhnte, kreischte und schrie lustvoll.

Mit jedem tiefen Eindringen in Julias enge Lenden kam ich dem erlösenden Höhepunkt näher. Der Mondschein erleuchtete Raum war mit wilden, animalischen Lauten erfüllt. Unrythmisch, hart, fordernd und in schneller Folge stieß ich mein Glied in Julia. Eine Pause gönnte ich ihr jetzt nicht mehr!

„Oh Himmel, jaaa” hörte ich als Ansporn von ihr.

Der Orgasmus überwältigte Julia mit brutaler Gewalt. Am ihrem ganzen Körper spürte ich ein unkontrolliertes Zucken, die gesamte sexuelle Anspannung löste sich in ihrer Hüfte. Ihr Becken zuckte rhythmisch.

Voller Ekstase immer wieder schreiend und stöhnend ließ sie sich von mir durch ihren Orgasmus führen. Noch immer nahm ich sie mit unveränderter Härte, hielt ihrer Arme leicht nach oben gestreckt, den Überkörper auf der Bettdecke fixierend fickte ich sie hart ohne, ihr eine Pause zu gönnen, ohne Gnade, und sie genoss es!

Mit jedem weiteren Eindringen meines harten Gliedes entlud sich ein weiteres Nachbeben in Julias Körper.

Willenlos ließ sie sich immer weiter von mir treiben, genoss jeden Stoß und stieß dabei zunehmend eine dichte Folge wimmernder Stöhngeräusche aus.

Endlich kam ich meiner Erlösung näher. Ich spürte wie sich meine gesamte sexuelle Anspannung des Abends in meinen Lenden staute. Ein tiefes Brummen von mir gebend drang ich tief in Julias Scheide ein, schmiegte meine Hüfte fest an ihren Hintern und entlud mich mit einem genussvollen Stöhnen.

Dabei ließ ich sein Glied noch zwei, drei Mal halb aus ihr herausgleiten, ehe ich sich erneut fest an sie schmiegte. Ich pumpte sie regelrecht voll, jeder Kubikmillimeter von ihr war ausgefüllt. Ihre zuckende Scheidenmuskulatur forderte ein nicht enden wollendes Entladen meiner animalischen Lust.

Ich zog ihre Arme in diesem Moment fest nach oben, zog sie zu mir nach hinten so das Julias Oberkörper durch das Fenster das Pärchen gegenüber sehen konnte. Das jetzt bereits kuschelnd auf dem Bett lag.

Gleichzeitig drückte ich mein Becken so fest es ging gegen ihren Hintern. Atemlos spürte ich, wie mein Orgasmus nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit abnahm.

Erst jetzt erkannte Julia das junge Pärchen gegenüber, bereits mit dem Liebesspiel abgeschlossen, nackt nebeneinander liegend tief umschlungen.

„Hast du den beiden zugesehen” fragte heiser hauchend, ich noch immer tief in ihr verharrend. Ich hielt sie an ihren Brüsten oben, knetete diese leicht und sanft Julia und genoss die letzten Sekunden meines Orgasmus und küssste ihr auf den Hals. Ich spürte wie meine Erektion langsam an härte verlor. Unter Julias linker Brust spürte ich ich Herz wie wild schlagen. Langsam drehte sie den Kopf zu mir um. Wir küssten uns innig und lange in dieser etwas schrägen Position wobei sie noch immer gefesselt war und von mir gehalten wurde.

Meine vor geschätzt 2-3 Minuten noch steinharte Erektion war nur noch halb aufgerichtet in ihr. Ich lies Julia sanft nach vorne ab. Durch sanfte Bewegungen ihrer gut ausgebildeten Scheidenmuskulatur beförderte sie meinen Penis aus sich heraus. Ein weißes Rinnsal tropfte aus ihrer Scheide, über ihren Damm auf das Bettlacken.

Sanft löste ich die Fesslung, wir lagen schwer atmend nebeneinander, Julia kuschelte sich an mich, ihre Brustwarzen berührten sanft meine männliche Brust, sie raunte schelmisch lachend „Meine Freundin hat mir dieses Lokal und dieses Abendessen empfohlen. Sie meinte diese Nacht war ihr Freund unglaublich animalisch. Du hast ihn aber sicher übertroffen das muss ich ihr morgen mitteilen”.

Stolz über meine Leistung genoss ich ihre Nähe. Kurz vor dem Einschlafen fragte sie mich erneut ob ich das Pärchen nebenan beim Sex beobachtet hätte? „Ja, war geil!” grinste ich. „Du Spanner” antwortete sie lachend und neidisch.

Ich war mir absolut sicher dass Julia zukünftig das Fenster gegenüber sehr genau beobachten würde.

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It’d been 18 months since I fucked the man who had since dominated all my sexual fantasies. I’d given up hope of ever finding him again and I’d stopped picking up look-alikes in seedy bars. I’d been dating Jason, an accountant, for a couple of months and he’d recently proposed to me. I’d accepted his proposal and I’d just returned home from a shopping trip with my friends. I’d bought a dress to wear for the engagement party that Jason’s parents were throwing for us the following weekend.

It was one of those scorching days in summer when it doesn’t matter what you do, your hair and your clothes still stick to you. I was wearing a white camisole top with built in bra support. I wore a short red skirt with red lace thongs underneath. On my feet I wore the not so very comfortable, but very sexy red 3-inch sandals I’d bought a few weeks earlier. I’d just opened the front door and was about to walk in as I heard steps behind me.

“I hear you’ve been looking for me,” said a voice I never thought I’d hear again.

I turned around and looked into his green eyes. His hair was as messy as I remembered it, but perhaps slightly blonder. He’d not shaved for a day or two, but his stubble wasn’t as long as last time. He wore a white t-shirt and old blue jeans. A cigarette dangled between his lips. Somehow he looked more menacing in daylight than he had at night. My eyes wandered down to his bulge and I remember how he tasted and how he felt inside me.

“So what’ll it be?” he asked casually as he leaned against the wall. “Shall we fuck again?”

“You?” I exclaimed as I got my voice back. I had so many questions. I knew I should tell him to go away, but my pussy had gone into overdrive at the sound of his voice and was now bathing in a pool of juice.

“Yes or no,” he insisted. “Either we fuck or we don’t.”

He walked to the other side of the road, jumped up on his motorbike and turned it around. I knew I only had seconds to decide. I threw my bags through the door and locked it again. I ran up to him and only had time to put the helmet on before he threw away his cigarette and set off at a breakneck speed. I held on for dear life as he drove out of town into some woods. When we’d reached a small cabin by a lake he finally stopped and I got off the bike. He took my helmet and continued straddling the bike.

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded me and I did as I was told, feeling confident that I’d have his cock inside me within ten minutes, finally relieving the sexual tension I’d felt since we last fucked.. I pulled my top off, revealing my tits to him for the second time. There was nowhere to put it so I left it on the ground. Then I slipped out of my skirt and finally I took off my thongs.

“And the shoes,” he said and I stepped out of them.

“Give me everything,” he continued and I bent over to gather it all and hand it to him. He took my thongs and licked the wet spot where my pussy had just been. With a smile he stuffed my things into the helmet that I’d been wearing and he drove off.

I was terrified. I didn’t know exactly where I was. I had no clothes. The ground was covered in stones and I didn’t even have any shoes. I thought I was going to cry. I’d never felt so humiliated in my life. Why did he have such power over me? I’d never let any other man use me, but this guy… He’d used me once and now he was humiliating me. And the worst part was that my nipples were fully erect, my pussy was still dripping and I was happy that I’d had a Brazilian wax the day before.

I don’t know how long I waited but it soon got dark and I got very afraid. I’d tried to open the door to the cabin, but it was locked. I had to relieve myself behind a bush and then I stepped into the lake to wash myself. I promised myself that if I ever saw him again I’d kill him for doing this to me.

Eventually I heard the sound of an engine. It came towards me with its headlights on full beam, blinding me. I thought I could make out two people, and I was pretty sure it was a pickup. The vehicle came to a stop and the two people exited, leaving the headlights on so that I couldn’t see them. I was reasonably confident that one of them was my guy, which was why I hadn’t run off.

“This is my slut,” said the voice I recognised. “What do you think?”

“Niiiiiice tits,” said another male voice appreciatively. “And you reckon her cunt is tight?”

“It was very nice and tight last time I fucked her, but I hear she’s fucked around a lot since then. It tasted great though.”

“Yeah, that’s what Pete said. He 69’ed her on the pool table when she was looking for you. I never saw the video, but I hear he’s made a fortune on it on the Internet.”

My actions in the past passed before my eyes and I remembered the guy söğütlüçeşme escort they were talking about. I’d been so horny and frustrated that night that I’d agreed to 69 him on the pool table in the backroom of a pub. Afterwards he’d doggie fucked me as well. I couldn’t believe that he’d taped it.

“Yeah, I finally saw it a couple of weeks ago. That’s why I came back. All these guys were having fun with my slut and me not getting a slice of the action, it didn’t seem right.”

They were now standing in front of me and I felt very vulnerable. They were clothed and I was naked. They could do whatever they wanted with me. Finally my guy spoke.

“Babe, this is my friend Eric. He wants to fuck you too and I said I didn’t mind sharing. Let’s go inside.”

That was it. He didn’t even bother asking me if it was OK with me to fuck his friend. He didn’t apologise for leaving me there. I knew I should be furious, but I was hornier than ever. Eric seemed to sense this and reached between my legs with his finger. He slipped between my pussylips and ran his finger along my slit.

“Oh yeah, babe,” Eric said and sucked my pussy juices off his finger. “You’re ripe for fucking. Come on.”

He grabbed my hand and unlocked the cabin door. Meanwhile my guy went back to the car and switched off the headlights. Eric turned on some lights and I looked around. There was nothing more than a double bed, a table and two chairs in the cabin. I turned around and could finally see Eric. I’d already ascertained that he was as tall as my guy. He had brown hair and brown eyes and he looked like he didn’t enjoy shaving a lot. He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples hard.

“I love big natural tits,” he said and grabbed my ponytail. “I also love blowjobs and I’ve been told that you give a good one. On your knees.”

He pulled my hair downwards and I had no option but to obey. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was already semi-erect and very thick. As I wrapped my lips around it and started teasing it with my tongue I could feel it growing in my mouth. I’d been prepared to hate this guy, but his cock tasted so good. My mouth was open wide and I could only just fit him inside. I fantasised about how good he’d be in my cunt.

“Mmmm,” said a voice from the door. “I see the party’s already started.”

“Oh yeah,” Eric replied. “She’s such a good cock sucker! Don’t stop babe! Take me deep!”

My guy undressed and kneeled behind me. He started kneading my tits, pinching my nipples hard and pulling them. I could feel his cock hardening against my ass. I started wondering how and when he was going to take me, and I didn’t have to think about it for long.

“Babe,” he whispered in my ear, “get on all four so that I can fuck you from behind.”

I let go of Eric’s cock and dropped my upper body forward, parting my legs to give him plenty of access to my hungry cunt. Eric dropped to his knees in front of me, grabbed my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. I was no longer sucking him as much as he was fucking my mouth. He had a tight hold of my head and his hips were moving back and forth with vigour now. Then I felt the sweet sensation of that wonderful cock in my cunt again. My dreams and fantasies of the last 18 months had all been true. He filled me so completely. Just by penetrating me he nearly gave me an orgasm.

I struggled for breath as Eric fucked my throat, but this only intensified all other feelings. My guy was pinching my nipples and pulling my tits in opposite directions as he started slamming in and out my generously lubricated cunt. Eric’s pace increased and I tried to move my tongue around. Soon I felt a jet against the back of my throat and Eric pulled out, continuing to squirt his cum all over my face. I smiled happily and then I came. I cried out and my cunt spasmed around the powerful shaft that was boning me so hard from behind.

My guy pulled out and dragged me with him to the bed. He lay down and I climbed on top of him. My cunt was gaping wide as he’d only just vacated it and it felt wonderful to welcome him back inside as I straddled his juicy cock. He asked Eric for a towel and he wiped the cum off my face before he pulled me down, crushing my tits against his chest and ravaging my mouth with his tongue.

I was busy enjoying my delicious fuck when I felt something cold against my ass. Then my anus was filled with gel and I knew what was going to happen next. I’d taken several guys up my ass in the last 18 months and I was starting to enjoy it. But never before had they been as thick as Eric’s cock and I’d never tried double penetration. I shuddered with excitement as I felt the pressure of Eric’s shaft sultanbeyli escort against my back passage. My guy held me still and pulled my buttocks wide apart as Eric slowly inched entered me with his enormous head.

I moaned out loud. The pleasure and pain combination was out of this world. I could hardly breathe, my whole being was concentrated on the two cocks that were fighting for space in my two neighbouring holes. And then I suddenly felt that they were both buried in me, balls deep.

“Ooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssss,” I cried out, lost in the depravity of the situation. “Fuck me!!!!”

The guys laughed and then they obliged. Pretty soon we had a rhythm going and our moans and grunts filled the cabin. I didn’t last long before I came again, but my muscular spasms only slowed the guys down momentarily. They soon kept fucking me. Eric started kneading my tits from behind and I looked down at my guy. I could tell he was close to cumming and I let myself go again. As my moan got louder and the pressure on his cock increased he groaned and started shooting his load deep inside me.

Eric stopped fucking my ass long enough for my guy to pull out of my cunt and get in front of me. I started licking my juices off his cock as Eric’s pace in my ass picked up. Now that he was alone in my holes he could move much faster. My ass was tight around his prick and I could tell from his grunts that he was enjoying it. His hand reached for my clit and soon I felt a finger moving between my battered pussy opening and my swollen clit. I started sucking my guy and his cock was soon as hard as before. I worked his cock with my hands, my tongue and my lips and he tasted so good. I sucked his balls and then sucked his cock back in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I don’t know how long we fucked like that, but like an expert Eric managed to get me to climax again as he was ready to cum. As soon as his fingers set me off he grunted and shot his second load of the night into my ass. I could feel his cock twitching inside my anus and it set off a second wave of that orgasm. I cried out my passion around the cock in my mouth.

Eric pulled out slowly and said something to my guy about getting cleaned up. My guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to get on my back. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up on his shoulders and then he buried his cock in my cunt again. I was absolutely spent and didn’t think I could manage another orgasm that night, but the position I was in increased the friction between us and his constant pounding against my clit soon had me on fire again.

He leaned forward and kissed me, pushing my legs down and my ass up. I could feel the cum running out of my ass, my juices and his previous load slurping out of my cunt. I’d never felt so dirty in my life and I was loving it.

“Please, please,” I panted. “I gotta cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Not yet,” he encouraged me. “Just hold it back a little while longer.”

He increased the pace. He was pumping me like a man possessed and his sweat was dripping from his brow onto my face. He slammed inside me. The night air was filled with the wet sounds of our fucking. Then when I thought I was going to go insane if I had to hold back any longer he started moaning.

“Now, babe!”

My most powerful orgasm of the night had my body shuddering violently and I cried at the top of my lungs. I could feel his cum shooting inside of me and it kept my orgasm going. Soon we collapsed next to each other and he lit a cigarette, offering me one.

“Wanna go skinny dipping?” he asked once he’d caught his breath.

“Yes,” I panted back.

We could hardly walk, but we helped each other out and I felt dirty, slutty and incredibly sexy with all the cum running down my legs. We were greeted by Eric who was swimming around in the lake.

“Finally! What took you so long?”

My guy laughed. “I’m not into quick fucks anymore. I want to take time to enjoy them.”

“Well, we better get going now or my wife is going to get suspicious,” Eric reminded my guy.

He looked at his watch and agreed. They started moving out of the lake and I followed them. My guy turned around.

“You can swim a little bit longer. I’m just taking Eric home. I’ll be back in the morning.”

In the time it took for those words to sink in the guys had already gathered their clothes and moved towards the pickup truck.

“In the morning?” I shouted out.

“Yeah,” he replied. “You better get some sleep because we have a lot of fucking left to do.”

With those words he left me. I couldn’t believe it. Tomorrow was going to be Sunday and I was supposed to meet taşdelen escort Jason and his parents at their country club for lunch. But I was without clothes and without a phone. How was I ever going to explain this? I knew I should feel guilty thinking of Jason, but I realised that I didn’t. All I could think of was the owner of that magnificent cock. I lay down on the bed and I could smell the marathon fuck that had taken place there earlier. I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of thick cocks.

The next morning I had to relieve myself behind the same bush again and then I went for a morning swim. On my way back to the cabin after my second lap of the lake I saw two people on the beach. They were getting undressed and entering the water. I recognised my guy, and he was accompanied by a short and stocky man with long hair in a ponytail. Normally I wouldn’t be attracted to him, but he was standing with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and it was massive. As I swam up to him he grabbed me and held me by my armpits. My guy entered the water and the stocky guy changed his grip to cup my tits.

“Hey babe,” said my guy with a grin on his face. “I thought you’d escaped. This is Lonnie. I promised him a piece of your ass for setting up the cameras in the cabin for last night. You don’t mind, do you?”

I was beyond caring and shook my head. My guy laughed and grabbed my legs. As Lonnie played with my tits he started eating my cunt and I cried out with joy when I felt his tongue between my pussy lips. His tongue travelled up and down my slit and then he started finger fucking me. He knew all the right buttons to push and with Lonnie’s pinching and pulling of my nipples I came in record time. The guys carried me up on the beach where I straddled my wonderful cock and he slid straight inside my slippery canal. Lonnie was right behind me with the gel and soon his massive cock was making its way up my back passage. The three of us fucked with fervour. Ever so often I saw movement in the bushes and I didn’t care whether it was humans or animals. All I cared about was my next orgasm. I came once. I came twice. By the time I was ready for my third orgasm I felt Lonnie emptying his balls in my ass and that set me off again. A third cunt spasm was all that my guy could take because he shot his load inside me then.

As soon as Lonnie had pulled out of my ass he jumped up on a motorbike and drove off. The two of us lay panting on the grass.

“You’re still a great fuck, babe,” he smiled. “I should’ve come back sooner.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Oh, shit happened and one thing led to another and before I knew it all that time had passed.”

“I’m engaged now,” I said and waved my ring finger at him.

“Yeah, I know,” he grinned at me. “And yet you’re as anxious as ever to fuck me.”

“You’re a good fuck too,” I answered and he laughed in reply.

“Oh, I spun by your place this morning and picked some stuff up for you. That shack behind the cabin is a makeshift shower. You might want to clean yourself up before we go back.”

I took the back he’d pointed at and it was full of my toiletries as well as a beautiful summer dress, shoes, and sensible underwear. I had a quick shower and when I came out I realised that he must have cleaned himself up in the lake. He was dressed in a clean white shirt and beige slacks. He’d shaved and combed his hair back. He scrubbed up quite nicely. He reminded me of someone but I couldn’t figure out who. It was probably himself!

I thought he was going to take me home, but instead he drove me straight to Jason’s parents’ country club. I got sick with worry, but didn’t dare say a word after one look from him. When we reached the country club I saw Jason and his parents exiting his dad’s BMW. I wanted to die when I saw the worried look on Jason’s face, and then the puzzlement as he saw me in the pickup. My brain was working overtime, trying to think of an explanation. Jason helped me out of the truck, but instead of speaking to me, he turned to my companion.

“Jim? What are you doing here? Why did you bring Marie?”

Jim? JIM? As in Jason’s brother Jim? I was flabbergasted and couldn’t utter a word.

“Marie and I are old friends,” said Jim. “We ran into each other last night and we’ve been catching up with each other and reminiscing about the good old times.”

Jason looked at me and I nodded.

“You could’ve struck me over with a feather when I realised that she was my little brother’s fiancée.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew my brother?” Jason demanded.

“She didn’t know I was your brother,” Jim saved me again. “She knew me back when I’d decided to use granddad’s surname to make it in business on my own. I just never told her that I’d changed it back.”

We were joined by Jason and Jim’s parents who thought it was a wonderful coincidence. I think I played the perfect daughter-in-law that lunch because I didn’t have any views about anything. I was still too stunned by the revelations, and too confused about what the future might hold. I was engaged with one brother, but I lusted for the other.

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With the next morning came the sound of more aircraft overhead. These most likely were American fighters flying up the valley looking for targets. They poked around for a few minutes looking for something juicy to shoot at and I assume they found nothing, for the sounds faded off into the distance quickly. I was now aware of something else; my naughty wicked Grandmother was down underneath the covers kissing my belly and inching closer and closer to my schwanze-wurst. She took it up in her mouth and sucked me rotten for several minutes until I gasped and filled her mouth with one-night’s sleep-worth of stored-up hot salty egg-whites. She grinned up at me and gulped down loudly, apparently enjoying her breakfast in bed!

Presently she crept up to the top of the covers and kissed me and taking my still-hard cock in her hand, guided it to the entrance of her furry pink sex. With a swoop, she pushed the head of my member and her face registered an open-mouthed staring moment of accommodation, followed by a smile as her cunny took the friendly breakfast sausage into her nest and adjusted itself to seat it properly. She began to move up and down. We fucked for several minutes until the old girl let out a loud moan and I felt a second release come boiling up from my balls to spout inside her. Half a minute of panting later, she rolled off me and said staring at the ceiling,

“I knew you had another one inside you hiding in those loins, I just had to grind it out! That should perhaps hold you and me for a little while. Alright, no sense laying here…we have animals to feed!” We got up; dressed, and set about feeding the animals in the barn and making sure they had enough water. Then Oma stepped into the kitchen to put ersatz coffee on the stove for breakfast. Like most places our village didn’t have a real coffee bean to be found anywhere, so the blackish powdery substitute was all Grandmother had – curtesy of the rationing program. We were fortunate enough to have plenty of hen’s eggs for breakfast and a few potatoes. This was a benefit of being in the country as opposed to the cities where you not only had to worry of the bombers overhead, but also of the constant scarcity of EVERYTHING making even a crust of bread a treasured item to be hoarded away from the eyes of others.

While we ate we listened to the radio set with Oma’s magic to forbidden broadcasts. The Allied radio programs had wonderful music and the news was not all rants approved by Dr. Goebbels going on and on about “ultimate victory”. From what we could hear and piece together…the Americans were very close now, we guessed two or three days away. It filled me with a bit of dread despite Grandmother’s efforts to calm me. She could see I was getting nervous hearing the radio and she switched it off and put it back in the cupboard.

“Let’s play another game Stephan,” she said- trying to take my mind from things, “I think you will find it interesting. It is more magic lessons for you…can’t let your powers atrophy when they are becoming SO strong!” She led me to the center of the room, away from all furniture. She stood back from me, pointed her wand…and muttered,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one!” I suddenly felt the entire room (including Oma) growing to enormous proportions…I also found my clothes replaced by hair and fur. The room continued to grow and grow and then I realized, I was shrinking! When the process finally ended, I stood below my grandmother who looked a hundred feet high by my estimate. She fetched a hand mirror from a shelf and held it down to me. I was immediately startled and recoiled momentarily in terror at what I saw, but I was robbed of the power of speech ; only a few squeaks could escape my mouth, – I was a MOUSE! Oma could see how frightened I was and she set the mirror down and pointed the wand at me saying,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one, make him a man and the spell is undone!” The proportions of the room began to change and Grandmother began to shrink from the size of a towering giant, back to the little old woman I knew. The room was as I remembered it as well, and I was back to normal size. It didn’t diminish my feeling of angst though; I swayed uneasily on my legs teetering until Oma rushed me over to a chair and sat me down.

“Well, well! You HAVE had a proper fright haven’t you!” she exclaimed, concerned but laughing slightly, hoping she hadn’t traumatized me too terribly.

“Oma! What was that?”

“A spell of transformation. I made you a mouse. You can do it to yourself; you need is to focus on the animal or plant you wish to be and then recite the incantation…you can even say it in your mind and not speak but I sometimes speak just to focus and concentrate. I figure it is another way to help you hide. Anyhow, are you alright?”

“Yes, just I wasn’t expecting it. …So I can do this THING to myself?”

“Yes of course. It takes a lot of concentration but I think your natural powers are able to make bursa escort it work,” she said before she suddenly realized she needed to sit down herself as well. She plopped down into a chair next to the table and continued,

“Wheew! That reminds me…I’ve forgotten what a drain it can be and it took a little bit out of me! Transformations can sometimes make you feel light headed – especially if you are casting the spell. How about trying the invisibility spell! Let me rest for a moment.”

I practiced making myself visible and invisible sitting at the chair. With a little practice I found I could snap it on and off like a light-switch. Oma sipped her substitute coffee across the table and beamed at me proudly. I figured a transformation spell would be good for getting into and out of tight spaces and all, but invisibility…especially if I could just stand still and not move…would work the best to help me hide!

“Hurrah Stephen! Hurrah! Much better; it’s only been a day and your control is more adept! I was impressed at your ability to control your seed in myself and those two ladies in the high meadow but now I see…other attributes of you are coming along splendidly!” We let out a mutual laugh of self-congratulation, me patting myself on the back for being a quick study and her for being a skilled teacher! Our happiness was short lived however as we heard the sound of a car coming down the street and approaching Oma’s house. She hurried to the window and looked outside through the curtains quickly as it approached and she muttered a word I still remember today and shudder at the thought,

“Gestapo!”

“Oma, but your spell yesterday on the woman and the soldiers…they were to say it was a clerical error and that your name was Hilda Bauer not Hilda Baumer!”

“No time to figure out what happened,” she said in a voice laden with distressed hurry as she moved my coffee cup to the sink with my plate to make it look like only SHE was having breakfast, “those men will tear this place apart and you being invisible will only delay things until you are bumped into!”

“I can run to the fields, make myself invisible there too!”

“No,” she said suddenly finding a plan in the back of her head and seizing her wand from the table, “I will make my stand here for you…and you…will hide but you will be much smaller,” she said looking at a hole in the wall at the floor next to the stove.”

“Grandmother, no!” I said as I tried to get my hands up to stop her. I wanted anything but that disorienting feeling again, however she was too quick! Her wand flashed with a flick of her wrist,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one,” she commanded. The next thing I knew, I was shrinking back to the size of something fit to run through the hole she had spied. I looked up at her; transformed into something small and furry and squeaking in alarm.

“Never mind that…get in the hole!” she said, her face etched with fear and urgency. I scampered to the hole best I could across the kitchen floor on new legs and feet that I quite frankly I was not at all used to plus having to deal with of all things…a tail behind me! It was quite strange and traumatic enough but knowing your death could be on the other side of the door pulling up in a car…well, I scampered through the hole fast as I could and then cautiously peered through the opening back at my grandmother who turned and moved to the door. She seized some household identification papers from a shelf near the door and flicking her wand at them, she then read the contents. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded her head. A knock pounded on the door as if on cue not two seconds later!

Grandmother looked back at me as I peered from around the corner of my mouse hole and motioned for me to GET- BACK- OUT-OF-SIGHT (like a mouse would give away my presence- I mean…yes, those fellows were good but not that GOOD). I backed up into the shadow nonetheless and she placed the papers on the shelf and opened the door. Standing there was a man in a black trench-coat and two black and silver-uniformed SS men; their uniforms and submachine guns an ominous image to this day which still haunts my memory. The man spoke,

“Hilda Bauer?” He said this with a tone of immediate authority.

“Yes,” Oma answered as she was pushed back into the kitchen; the three men entering as if repeating the scene of the previous day.

“I am Klaus Dietrich, with the Geheime Staatspolize. We are looking for a deserter, Private Stephan Baumer. I assume you have time to speak with us yes?” the Gestapo official asked politely as if he were inquiring about something over morning tea.

“Yes certainly,” continued Oma, “but that man is not here. Your people came by yesterday and..”

“Yes I know” he interrupted, “I received a report from Women’s Auxillery Antmuller and her two wooden headed assistants last night. I am just re-checking çanakkale escort a few things here with you… all purely administrative, we won’t trouble you much…just a few questions and we are on our way, yes?”

“Of course!” Grandmother answered.

“Good, may I see some identification?”

“Yes,” Oma replied pulling the papers from the shelf and handing them to him, “here you are!” He took the papers and read through them. He held them up to the light checking for water-marks, and nodded his head. Then he handed the papers back to my grandmother.

“Good, so far all is in order. May I also look about the house and barn here with you?” he asked.

“Certainly-anything to help,” Oma replied. She wobbled unsteadily on her feet; possibly weak from having just executed my transformation into the tiny furry creature that I now was. Nonetheless, she remained calm.

“I’m sure,” Dietrich said in a condescending tone of feigned politeness – the Gestapo was always so polite until they were beating you senseless in a soundproof room where your screams could not be heard! He left one sentry at the front entrance and then sent another round the back of the house to watch for anyone trying to escape the house.

He took off his trench coat and threw it over a chair revealing the dark suit of a party official and the severe and neat tie – always a neat tie on those fellows; right next to his party badge. He took off his hat and through it on the table to reveal a balding head of thinning hair. Grandmother was forced to stand in the middle of the room while he walked from corner to corner of the kitchen.

Pausing by the sink, he looked into it and saw my dirty dish and my coffee cup. He looked at my Grandmother but said nothing – his suspicions sufficiently aroused. He then began to walk from room to room in the house while my Grandmother watched him, her wand behind her in the back skirt pocket. He stepped into the water closet and seeing nothing but the toilet and some newspapers, started to turn back into the kitchen. It was then my Oma moved like a flash.

Her wand flew up in her hand and she flicked it with her wrist. Dietrich stopped like he had been shot through the forehead. He stared blankly straight ahead for a moment, then presently he smiled and looked at my grandmother. He again had that professional composure about him but not as sinister, as if Grandmother had flicked a switch in his brain and the monster in the tie was now wet clay for her molding hands.

“Wouldn’t you like to see the barn, Herr Dietrich?” Oma asked, both putting the wand back into her pocket and stepping forward to take the Gestapo man by his hand.

“Why yes,…I need to see it. I am certain that I will find nothing there just as I found NOTHING here!” Oma’s spell was already soaked into his mind and working any memory of the dirty dish and coffee cup out of his consciousness! He had proven easier to overcome than the cruel blonde and her two soldiers. As he walked with Oma through the entrance of the barn, she reached into her back skirt pocket and retrieved the wand when his back was to her – stupid fool he was! Oma flicked the wand behind her back twice and I heard a thud against the wall to the house to the front, and presently there was another thud against the back of the house at the rear door.

I hid in my hole terrified for a moment and then, curiosity getting the better of me, crawled out and scampered across the floor. With my claws I climbed a window curtain and although not completely used to my limbs and tail, made the leap to the windowsill to peer through the glass. I was shocked and amused with what I saw! Outside, sleeping on the grass by the flower bed, lay the body of the SS man who had been posted to watch the front. He was snoring like he was cutting wood with his nose! A subsequent inspection I made at the back window as soon as I managed to scamper up to it revealed a similar scene; the other SS man lay crumpled against the door, sleeping deeply!

Hopping down from my perch on the window, I made my way across the kitchen floor to the door to the barn from the kitchen. It was then I heard my grandmother scream! I pushed with my paws on the door but I could not make it through there… it was closed. What was alarming was I was now small weak and helpless to do anything! I had to do something…ANYTHING!

I ran along the edge of the wall of the kitchen that bordered the barn. At the corner of the nook where my Oma’s bed rested I found a hole – sufficient for me to get through. I was now in the inner walls between the house. There was just enough crawlspace for me to move and crawl along sniffing and peering through the darkness for a way into the barn. After a few feet of travel, I saw feint light to the left up ahead. Most alarming was that the screams of my grandmother were now louder and louder. I hurried down the crawlway to the light and rize escort discovered it was a hole but upon peering out, I discovered it would be a one-way drop to the ground…three feet – into the hay of the goat’s pen!

I sucked in my breath,…let it out,…and leaped. I landed and went tumbling for a brief instant in the hay…not used to how light I was now! I then made my dash to the edge of the pen as my grandmother’s screams and calls intensified, my heart filled with terror! I peered from around the edge of the post in the goat’s pen and could not believe my eyes – I should have guessed.

Not fifteen feet away from me, down on the hay, naked as the day they were born were Oma and Dietrich fucking like two wild cats in heat; she down on all fours screaming and bawling like she was being split in two, and he crouched behind her with both hands upon her hips giving her cunny thorough interrogation! He was huffing and puffing like an asthmatic steam locomotive as he slewed his cock in and out of her rump, fucking her with determination while Oma rocked her body below him, her hips slamming back to meet with each of his thrusts, her wand in her hand at the ready. Her screams and moans became obscene curses of encouragement for him; urging him on to plow her harder and deeper with more vigor and ferocity!

Dietrich’s face was beat red, his cheeks flushed and his brow already beaded up with sweat. To tell the truth, it looked like Oma was killing him! Still, he exerted himself; launching a determined blitzkrieg of my grandmother’s sex and plowing her furrow like she was some bizarre Nazi agricultural initiative! For her part Oma looked like she was enjoying herself immensely as her free hand clenched and unclenched…gripping the hay on the floor and then releasing it as Dietrich’s torture weapon savagely spearheaded its way into her low country! A few more thrusts and Oma let out an agonized scream of one who has had enough and she shouted at the rafters in unconditional surrender as her bawling screaming capitulating crescendo ripped through her body in a wonderful Wagnerian climax; her cunny-dew dribbling and piddling on the hay below her. Dietrich stared far off into space and time. In a triumph of will and Aryan supremacy…exploded his vengeance weapon in a spout of screaming grunting joy…straight up into the cunt of my grandmother! He hovered for a moment, and then toppled over away from her, onto the hay; completely spent – and more importantly pliant and harmless now!

Oma rose to her feet weakly and began to fetch her things and dress herself. After a few minutes she was done. Oma now turned to the exhausted Dietrich on the hay.

“Get up! On your feet!” she said with a severity that made her seem ten feet tall and absolutely frightening. Dietrich, under her spell…immediately hurried to his feet…still in a trance staring off into space.

“What is to become of Stephan Baumer?” she asked sternly.

“He is to be located immediately and to be shot for desertion,” Dietrich replied like he was suffering from the haze of a narcotic while he spoke.

“Are there any leads as to his whereabouts?” she asked.

“No,” he said, “his trail went cold south of Ulm and none of our efforts have led to anything new.”

“Good! Now you are to get dressed. You are to collect your two henchmen and you are to return in your car back to your offices and file your report. You are to write in your report that you have inspected my residence and found me to be Hilda Bauer! You have found NO TRACE of Stephan Baumer – IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein,” Dietrich nodded stupidly staring off into space.

“How soon before the Americans arrive in this village?” Oma asked sternly again.

“I would say they are two, maybe three days away based on reporting we are getting. The Army is setting up another defense some fifteen kilometers away from here to the east,” Dietrich answered.

“Excellent, well as long as you are going back to your offices at the palace in the next valley,” she said, planting the seed of something in his brain, “and after your report is filed CLOSING THE CASE ON STEPHAN BAUMER WHOM YOU DISCOVERED WAS ACTUALLY KILLED IN AN AIR RAID ON HIS HOME CITY-EXONERATING HIM AND HIS FAMILY FROM ANY CHARGES OF TREASON OR DESERTION, then you will announce to all staff and soldiery in the village that you will all need to be pulling back to the defensive line to the east. You will give the order to your men and any SS personnel accompanying them to evacuate immediately to those new defensive positions – what again you say?…Fifteen kilometers?”

“Ja Fraulein!” came the stupid response.

“Hmmmm make that thirty kilometers. I always like round numbers. Anyhow thirty it is! You will tell them that after you file your report with your headquarters. Understood!”

“Ja Wohl Fraulein!” Dietrich answered.

“Good, and one more thing, after your report…you will feel the urge to depart by yourself in that car…to…Switzerland…you will take the southern route there…where you will remain until you can arrange passage out of Europe to…Paraguay! IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein!” he said again with his stupid nodding expression. He was now nothing to be intimidated by, just thoroughly amusing instead! Silly idiot!

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