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Stan Johnson had lived a good life. At the age of 54, he was already retired from his own company. He just bought a large yacht, and was getting ready for it’s maiden voyage. He brought along his sexy 52 yr old wife, Beverly, their 2 children, Kelly 21, and Reggie, 24. Reggie and Kelly brought their dates. Reggie brought Anne Simpson, a stunning Asian American, 20 yrs old. Kelly brought her boyfriend, Jeff Farmer, 24, a semi professional bodybuilder. Also along for the ride, was Kay Johnson, Stan’s 50 yr old unmarried sister. They had all just boarded the huge yacht, and were casting off for a nice cruise, and picnic. They were all having the times of their lives, drinking, and partying. They had been out to sea for a good 4 hours, when they noticed the fast approaching storm.

Stan wasn’t very experienced at handling the new yacht, and he nervously tried to turn the boat away from the storm. It was too late, and the large waves caught the yacht, knocking it out of control. It seemed like it lasted for hours, as the boat was tossed around in the rough water. It was probably more like minutes, but suddenly they felt a huge bump, and realized that they had been washed ashore. The storm was now subsiding, and they exited the seriously damaged vessel. Stan inspected the large holes in the yacht, and realized that they were stuck there.

He helped everyone off the yacht, and they all sat on the beach, cold and shaking. Beverly held her husband tight, scared too death. He could tell by the way her nails dug into his arm. Anne was all over Reggie, also frightened. Kelly and Jeff seemed to be handling it pretty well. Kay, was crying, and Stan pulled her on the other side of him. He now held his wife, and his sister. Both women were hangint on to him tightly. “Everyone remain calm” Stan told them. He told them that they would have to make the best of it. Being overly excited wouldn’t help matters much.

They all decided to explore a bit, maybe there was gaziantep minyon escort bayan civilization somewhere on the seemingly deserted island. They stuck together, and walked as a group. They traveled quite a distance, and there was nothing in sight, that made it look like anyone lived there. “Well, maybe we should make a shelter” Stan said. They returned to the damaged yacht, and got some tools. The 3 men began cutting trees, and had the women gather up palm leaves, and whatever else they could find. They had built a rather nice shelter in a matter of hours. They could at least stay fairly dry if another storm moved through.

As nighttime approached, they all huddled together in the homemade shelter, trying to stay warm. The temperature dropped quite a bit after the sun went down. Everyone finally managed to fall asleep, and the sound of snoring filled the shelter. Reggie woke up early in the morning, and looked around. No one else was awake. He slid his hand between his girlfriend, Anne’s legs, and began rubbing her pussy as she slept. Anne woke up, and felt her boyfriend’s hand against her wet pussy. “Mmmm, yeah” she softly moaned. Reggie slid her shorts off, and spread her legs. He quietly ate her pussy, making her cum quickly. Anne’s sweet pussy was quite a beautiful site. It had dark pussy lips, and the hair was a shiny black color. It was the ultimate in Asian pussy’s. Reggie just loved the way it smelled, tasted, and felt.

He slipped out of his shorts, and quickly pulled Anne on top of him. She straddled his throbbing erection, and began lowering her pussy onto his cock. They both softly moaned as his large cock entered her tight pussy. Anne raised her shirt, and began playing with her small breasts. She had dark colored nipples, that were quite long. She pinched and pulled on her nipples as she rode Reggie’s cock. They both climaxed simultaneously, her pussy spasming nizip escort bayan around his erupting cock. He filled her sweet pussy with his hot, sticky cum. She moaned, and grunted as the hot liquid erupted deep into her pussy. “Oh baby” she moaned.

She rode him until she felt the last of his cum ooze from his large throbbing cock. She then quickly dismounted him. They kissed, and held each other closely. They both dressed, and returned to sleep. Stan awoke from an erotic dream. He couldn’t exactly remember what it was about, but it must’ve been quite good. His cock was so hard that it ached. He suddenly realized there was something moving against his erection. He figured it was his wife, and he quietly lowered his shorts, exposing his thick throbbing cock. He laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying the hand job he was receiving. He moaned softly, and reached over to fondle his wife’s breasts.

He realized that it wasn’t his wife’s tits, as his hand slid inside o the loose cotton shirt. He looked over, and saw Kay, his sister, holding and stroking his enormous erection. He dared not say a word, and just enjoyed the hand job. Kay stroked his cock up and down, squeezing the sensitive head each time it slid into her fist. He moaned, and thrust against her. His sister had large, floppy breasts. They were 38 DD, and the nipples were huge. He was playing with her nipples as she continued stroking him. Kay then slid between her brother’s legs, and began to lick the head of his cock. She held his thick erection between her large breasts. Allowing him to fuck her large tits.

Stan thrust into the warm mound of her cleavage, his cock disappearing between those beautiful breasts. She licked at his cock head as it thrust upwards. Stan moaned, and his cum erupted. He squirted it all over his sister’s breasts, and her face. She quickly, and quietly cleaned his cum up, licking every drop. He was shocked, but nurdağı escort bayan quite horny, as he thrust his cock against her, spilling the remaining drops of cum against her large white breasts. He looked around, and no one else was stirring. Kay leaned upwards and whispered into his ear. “I’ve always wanted to do it with you, and since we may not ever leave here, I decided to go for it” she whisered. Stan told her that he had always wanted her as well.

Visions of her undressing in her bedroom when they were younger, always flashed through his mind. He had masturbated many many times, while watching his sister through a hidden peephole he had made between their rooms. Now, he had just came all over her tits, and face. He really wanted to fuck her, and she felt the same way, but each realized that right now, they should be thankful, no one caught them already. Kay decided to go for a swim. She removed all of her clothing, laying it on the sandy beach. She waded out into the cool water, laying back, enjoying the sensation. Stan also made his way to the beach, and he watched as his 50 yr old sister, splashed water all over her naked body.

He was still quite aroused, and as she began walking towards the beach, he could see her totally naked body. Her pussy hair was quite thick, and very blonde. She was quite incredible, actually. He stroked his cock while watching his sister’s nude body approaching. He held his thick cock in his hand, and stroked himself furiously. Kay quietly straddled her brother, lowering her pussy onto his thick cock. They fucked for about an hour, Kay climaxed many many times. Stan moaned, and shot his cum deep inside of his sister’s extremely tight pussy. She pressed her mouth over his, and they passionately french kissed. She rode his cock, her tight pussy squeezing him excitedly, milking all of his cum from the pulsating head.

They continued kissing, and she slowly slid from him. “Mmmm, that was hot” she moaned. The 2 quickly dressed, and Stan built a fire. They huddled by the fire to keep warm. Slowly but surely, everyone started waking up. Beverly was first, and she joined Stan and Kay at the fire. “Hi, baby” she whispered. “I was beginning to worry about you” she said. “Oh, Kay and I decided to build a fire” he replied. “Mmmm, it feels nice” his wife replied.

To Be Continued…

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Basketball season began, and my free time dissipated like morning fog. I worked on my computer, I ran practices and I worked out to stay in shape.

I told myself that I was exercising so that I would be able to show the girls new drills without getting winded. But I was also hitting the free weights. After getting out of the shower one night, I found myself checking the mirror, hoping to see some muscle definition.

Was I working out to impress a younger woman?

Maybe, but we’d hardly seen enough other since the birthday party and certainly hadn’t had any heart-to-heart talks, or physical contact either.

Maybe it was just a one-time thing. She had this curiosity about me that she needed to satisfy, and now that she’d scratched that itch, she moving on someone more her age?

Maybe I was a letdown. Maybe she had some big fantasy about an older man, and I didn’t live up to it, and now she doesn’t want anything to do with me.

In the meantime, Heather was turning out to be a great assistant coach. Rather than focus on big things like running plays, devising a game plan and strategies, Heather had a real knack for the little things. She could see when a girl wasn’t cutting right off a screen, wasn’t getting her feet squared on a shot. She made little tweaks that were starting to pay off.

Lori and Kim were developing into real threats from long range. Autumn and Crystal weren’t going to scare teams from the three-point line, but they were both getting much better at foul shots.

I started spending more time down in the low post guarding Paige and Carrie.

The old coach used to have Paige trying to guard Carrie because she was the only one who could even come close to Carrie’s size. Still, at 5-foot-8, she was giving up 5 inches to the center.

I was almost the same height as Carrie and wider. She couldn’t just shoot over me or bull her way through me. I worked with her on developing some feints and moves. She was starting to develop some of her raw potential.

Our point guard Tessa didn’t really need much coaching. She proved to be very heady, our own coach on the floor. Mostly with her, it was about becoming even scrappier than she already was. Her petite size didn’t matter with the kind of effort she showed in games.

One day in the locker room before a game, I told the team, “There is no written bayan escort test you can take, no electronic sensors that can be hooked up to your body to tell the most important fact of all: how much you want to win. All the talent in the world is no good without desire.

“When I look around this room, what I see is nice talent, but even better, I see heart. You keep this up, and we’ll not only qualify for the playoffs, but make some noise in the conference tournament.”

Out on the floor, I gazed over the crowd. Since Paige’s birthday party, Ricky had become a fixture at all the games and had been to the house a couple of times like an old-fashioned courtship.

I tracked the faces, finding myself looking for Ricky because I knew that Paige would be looking, too.

To my surprise, Ricky was sitting with a very attractive young woman. And to my further surprise, it was Randi. When the recognition clicked in my brain, she smiled and gave me a wave. I’m sure a big, dopey expression crossed my face just then.

Randi hadn’t been coming to the games — maybe she was avoiding me, or maybe she was working too much to get time off. I didn’t care why at that moment — I was just happy to see her.

I knew going into this game that we were taking on the top team in the conference. This school was a private prep academy and had lots of private money feeding the program.

I had to get a commercial drivers license to handle the old school bus we used for away games. It was a bus so old that it had been retired from the daily transport of kids to and from school, but was supposed to be okay for us driving 30-40 miles to play ball (I kept waiting for it to break down on us).

The prep school had a fancy new bus that looked like it could say Greyhound down the side.

The prep girls even had matching backpacks with the school logo on them.

But fancy backpacks, buses and warm-up suits don’t win ball games, so I thought we had a good chance of winning.

The first quarter did its best to prove me wrong.

My girls came out a little timid and made some mental errors, looking very unsure. We were down seven by the end of the first period.

My pep talk didn’t do much good as we continued to fall further behind, trailing by 11 when the halftime buzzer sounded.

I looked up at escort bayan the stands on the way to the locker room. Some of our fans looked stunned, others appeared to have given up hope already. I could feel my forehead tensing up — I hated to see people quitting on us.

Then I saw Randi.

She was clapping, and when our eyes met, she yelled out, “Hey! We got this!”

That made me smile. As I was passing by some guys from the football team, I called out, “Get your heads up, boys. This ain’t over.”

The players immediately started hollering out to the girls and clapping their hands. It was just the kind of emotional boost the team needed going into the break.

My first move was to step into the coach’s office with Heather. We chatted for a moment about what we’d seen on the court, then I walked into the locker room.

“Alright, Dean Smith used to say that the best thing about freshmen is that they become sophomores. That was his way of saying that you make a lot of mistakes before you figure how to be productive.

“From that first half, I’d say we figured out all kinds of ways NOT to be productive, so let’s try something else.

“They’ve had us on the defensive too often, so let’s turn the tables. Let’s go with our 1-3-1 halfcourt trap off made baskets. Tessa is out front; she’ll funnel the dribbler toward the sidelines where Autumn and Lori will cut her off. Paige is in the middle, playing center field on any long passes, and Carrie is back protecting the rim.”

I could tell from the subdued expressions that they weren’t sold on the idea.

“Look, we’ve gotten some good looks that just haven’t gone in. Sometimes all you need is to take the lid off the basket.

“I guarantee you: we run these traps aggressively, we’ll force them into mistakes. Then we grab those turnovers and run up the floor for some easy baskets. After that, the rim will seem twice as big when you shoot.”

After a couple more comments from me, my assistant came forward to pump the girls up before we went back out.

Some of the fans cheered when the team came out, but not enough for my taste, so I swung by the student section and held out my hand as I jogged past. The guys began high-fiving me one after another, getting them more wound up as I went. When the girls went through their layup bayan escort gaziantep drills, I could see a little more bounce in their steps.

I felt like one more nudge might be needed, and I felt like saying something to my daughter. But my gut told me that wasn’t the right girl. Just before the second half started, I pulled Tessa aside for a quick word.

“Tessa, some of these girls are playing scared. I’ve never seen you scared of anyone. Go out there and lead by example. Show these pampered private-school brats what an old-fashioned butt-kicking feels like.”

My point guard, who always had such a determined expression during games, broke into a grin.

“Sure thing, Coach.”

Then she did it. She simply went out there and willed her teammates to follow her example.

Tessa hustled all over the floor. The smallest player harassed dribblers with her most tenacious defense. One time a player saw Tessa running at her and promptly let the ball bounce off the side of her shoe and out of bounds. Another girl got so scared she would lose the ball that she picked it up before she could stop her momentum and was called for traveling.

And her energy became contagious.

When I subbed in Kim and Crystal, Lori stopped in front of me on the way to the bench.

“You were right, Coach. That rim looks like a hula hoop right now.”

“Well then don’t take too long catching your breath. I’m sending you right back in there.”

The 11-point deficit shrunk to four by the end of the third quarter. Then we took the lead just a couple of minutes into the fourth.

The prep school girls were starting to argue and point fingers after every mistake.

“You were supposed to break to the left,” one fussed after her pass went into the stands.

“Who’s girl is that?” demanded a defender after Kim got free for a three-pointer.

Once we got the lead, some of the girls might have slacked off, but not with Tessa around. She kept her throttle wide open the rest of the way, and we won by eight points.

The crowd went nuts at the final buzzer, and I couldn’t help but beam with pride.

In the stands, the students were jumping up and down, so it was hard to spot Randi, but when I finally saw her, she was pumping her arms in the air. When her eyes found mine, I hoped she would blow me a kiss.

That was ridiculous. Such an open show of affection would surely be spotted by someone, and I would be raked over the coals about my potential relationship with a student — albeit a legal adult.

She didn’t send me any kiss, but there did seem to be some gravity in our locked eyes, and I felt warm and gooey inside.

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A Blind Girl Flashing… Or… A Blind Beauty Falls For The Big Guy.

Take your pick with whichever title. I prefer the second but I guarantee the first will get more reads.

***

I paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, almost like a father waiting for his wife to give birth. The surgeon and his team were in with Alison whereas I had been told to wait outside. Today we would find out whether or not the operation had been a success.

Alison had been born blind, she had never known the wonder of sight. She knew my features only by touch although she said that to her it was like seeing.

I had mixed feelings. Yes, of course, I wanted her to be able to see. Yet it scared me—would she find me too old? I was, after all, more than twice her age. It worried me that it might come as a shock to her even though she had said many times that it didn’t matter.

Why were they taking so long? Had something gone wrong? The questions tumbled over in my mind. It was a pioneering procedure and no one could guarantee that it would work.

A nurse came out and headed straight for me. “They will be ages yet, Mister Jackson. Why don’t you go and have a coffee and try and relax? You’ll wear the floor out before we’re finished at this rate. ”

I took her advice, got myself a coffee and went and found a quiet place where I could sit in peace. My thoughts turned to wonder about how it had all begun.

***

There I was, lazily flicking through the records in a newly opened music shop. Nothing that I didn’t already have was particularly grabbing my attention but I enjoyed seeing the good ***********ion they had.

I glanced at my watch. Shit! I was going to miss a scheduled meeting if I didn’t get my skates on and move my ass somewhat rapidly.

I charged out of the shop doorway, definitely not paying enough attention. Bang! I crashed straight into someone. I stumbled, trying to regain my balance, but to no avail; I hit the pavement hard.

Painfully, I dragged myself to my feet and then looked around for who I had collided with. The woman was on her knees, seemingly searching for something with her hands—perhaps her purse or whatever.

I rushed to help her and apologised for my clumsiness. “Hey, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt or anything?”

She didn’t look at me when she answered, in fact, she wasn’t looking at anything, just scrabbling around with her searching hands. “No, I’m not hurt, but I can’t find my cane. Can you see where it’s gone?” I saw the reason why she wasn’t looking at me, she was blind.

A quick glance about produced nothing. “Here, take my hand, let me guide you to the lamppost and then I’ll look for it.” She made no comment as she followed.

Then there it was, lying in the gutter where it had been hidden from view. “I see it, stay there a moment while I get it for you.”

A smile lit up her face when I placed it in her hands. And wow, what a face. She was clearly much younger than I had thought, more of a girl than a woman. But she was stunningly beautiful.

I saw the cane quivering and realised she was trembling quite badly. The accident had obviously shaken her more than she had let on. I also saw the small gash on her knee and the small amount of blood that was trickling down her leg.

“You’re hurt,” I told her, “there’s blood on your leg. I feel terrible, a total idiot.”

“It happens,” she said, “people don’t see us. The blind I mean; we get used to it. Anyway, I’m okay, just a little shaken, that’s all.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to get used to it, people like me should take more care. Look, there’s a cafe just here, will you sit and let me get you a drink? You’re still shaking, I can’t just leave you like that.”

I saw her begin to shake her head but then change her mind. “Perhaps, I should sit for a minute, I do feel a bit unsteady.” She held out her hand to me. “Show me the way, please.”

In answer to my question, she chose a coffee. I led her to a bench seat. “Be right back,” I told her.

I ordered two coffees and asked if I could have some wet wipes or a damp cloth, explaining that my friend had gashed her leg.

Back at our table, I saw she seemed to have calmed. She was aware that I had returned with our drinks, her face turned in my direction before that smile was back. “Thank you, you’re kind.”

“Kind, huh! It’s the least I could do after what I’ve put you through. I’ve got a damp cloth and some tissues, should I… can I clean the blood off your leg?”

She hesitated a few moments but then nodded her head before saying, ”I like your voice, I believe I can trust you.”

Trust me? With what? Oh, of course, stupid. She’s blind but she’s letting me touch her leg. “Don’t worry, I’m not a molester.”

I knelt down as she swung her leg towards me. Up close the gash looked worse than I had thought. I knew it must be hurting her. As carefully as possible, I wiped away the blood and a few bits of grit.

I glanced up when she jerked. “I’m sorry, that must have hurt.” There was a small tear on her cheek.

“No, it’s fine. You have a gentle touch, but it does feel quite painful.”

Her fists were scrunched up tight, the hem of her skirt in a firm grip. It was then I realised I could see the blue panties she was wearing.

I took hold of her hands. “Relax, I’ve finished.” Then I smoothed her skirt down flat for her.

Her hand flew to her mouth and her face coloured bright red. She had guessed what I had seen. It was an awkward moment, we were both stuck for what to say.

She must have heard me stir the sugar into my coffee, she picked up her own cup. “Sugar?” I asked her.

“No, not for me, thank you.” The colour of her cheeks faded back to normal as she recovered herself.

“May I ask, what’s your name? I’m Alison.” The hint of a smile was back on her face.

“It’s escort karataş bayan David, David Jackson, generally known as, Jacko to my friends.”

“So, what do I call you? We’re hardly friends but things already got a bit personal, so to speak. What with your hands on my leg and me flashing my panties at you, however unintentional.”

“Oh, I only got a glimpse, nothing to worry about. I would like it if you called me Dave, a bit more personal.”

She laughed. “I flash my panties at a guy holding my leg and then he tells me he wants to get personal…”

I interrupted her in mid-sentence. “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. It’s just that I feel kind of responsible for making sure you’re okay.”

She beckoned to me. “Lean forward, I want to touch your face if you don’t mind.”

The fingers of both hands began to softly trace the contours and lines of my face.

“You’re older than I at first thought. Let me guess. Perhaps, thirty, maybe thirty-five.” She covered my lips with a finger to stop me from answering. “Your face tells me you are kind and thoughtful, exactly as you have been. You laugh a lot, that’s easy to tell.”

Her hands dropped to my shoulders, and felt a little, before moving down my arms. “You’re a strong man with powerful muscles. Is that from your work, or maybe sport? Now, you can answer me.”

I was astonished that she could tell so much by a cursory feel with her fingers. “I’m thirty-seven and I’m a fitness trainer. I also do a bit of boxing, but nothing too serious. And, I guess, I am a joker and do laugh a lot. How on earth could you tell all of that?”

“Dave, I was born blind. I live through touch and what I hear. It’s easier than you might imagine.”

I realised our coffees were almost cold. “Would you like another coffee, or do you need to be somewhere?” Then I remembered my meeting. “Bugger!” I exclaimed.

She seemed to know where my hand was resting on the table. She took hold. “What’s the matter, Dave?”

“Oh, nothing too important. It’s just that I’ve missed a meeting, that’s why I was running when I knocked you flying. It’s not the end of the world though, so not to worry about it.”

She squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry, you would have been there if you hadn’t stopped to help me. Not many would have. I’m very grateful. But no, I don’t want another coffee and neither do I have anywhere to be. I was only heading home.”

Suddenly, I blurted out, “May I walk you, just to make sure no more idiots go crashing into you?”

She still held my hand but wasn’t yet answering my offer. She took a deep breath before saying, “I’m going to break my rules for the first time ever. I’m not sure why I should, but I’m going to trust you, Dave. I don’t as a rule ever go with someone not introduced to me by family or friends. Yet, I feel there’s something about you, you’re not simply trying to take advantage of a blind girl. Can I trust you?”

“Alison, I promise that you can trust me, I’m not a predator. Anyway, they know me quite well in here, if I were a wrong type, you or the police could soon find me.”

She didn’t release my hand when she stood. I stopped by the checkout. “Fred, this is Alison, would you please tell her my name?”

Fred raised an eyebrow but then saw the white cane that Alison held. “Oh, sorry. Hi, Alison. This reprobate is my buddy, Jacko. Oops, wrong words I guess. But seriously, everybody in here knows him, he’s a cool dude. Ain’t that right, Mary?” He called to a girl behind the counter.

Mary came closer. “Oh my, what a pretty girl. I’m jealous, I’ve been trying to get him in my panties for ages but he ignores me. But yes, our Jacko is a nice guy, you can’t go wrong there girl.”

Alison had again turned bright red. “But I’m not trying to… well, you know.”

Mary laughed. “Just teasing, kid. Don’t worry.”

I felt embarrassed and was probably blushing myself. I pulled Alison’s hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here. They’re a bunch of nutters, even if they are my friends.”

We walked in silence for a while. Then Alison asked. “What Mary said, was that true? That must mean you have a steady girlfriend or a wife and you’re faithful to her.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Yes, Mary’s been trying to get me in bed with her for some time, but she’s not my type. And being faithful doesn’t come into it, I don’t have a girlfriend right now and neither am I married.”

Alison stopped in front of an archway; I had seen her touching the walls and hedges with her cane as we walked. “This is mine, thank you, Dave, for being kind and helpful. Now I know your regular cafe, perhaps I’ll see you there sometime?” She laughed, “Figure of speech, I will never actually see you.”

As she turned to open the gate I told her. “Your leg is bleeding again, you need to see to that when you get inside.”

I saw her come to a decision. “Have you got time, Dave? Would you perhaps come in and see to it for me? It’s not something I can do properly by myself.”

She was on her own territory now, and she moved with obvious confidence, the cane hardly needed. She went off to fetch a first aid kit. I looked around and saw the tidiness, although there weren’t many ornaments and no clutter.

“My parents and me when I was young,” she said when she came back into the room and she felt the picture frame in my hand.

“What do you mean—when you were young? Alison, you are young, well, compared to me anyway.”

“Oh, come on, Dave, you’re not old. I was ten when that photo was taken, I’m eighteen now.”

I wasn’t at all sure where this conversation was leading. Yet, there was something in her voice. She thrust the first aid kit into my hands. “Here, stop worrying, I’m not trying to seduce you if that’s what you were thinking.”

I cleaned the wound escort bayan karkamış with a cleansing solution and then dried it carefully. I put some anti-septic cream on a large plaster and then pressed it down firmly in place.

Her skirt had ridden higher up her leg than previously whilst all of this had been going on. Her panties were once more on display, but quite clearly this time.

With something of a jolt, I realised I had been kneeling there with my hand still on her leg even though I had finished the task.

“Are you looking up my skirt again, Dave?” I went to rise but she held my arm in place. “I don’t mind if you are. Tell me, what colour have I got on? I got them all muddled up recently and I now never know which ones I’m wearing.”

I got to my feet anyway, even though she tried to hold me down. “They’re pale blue but I shouldn’t be looking. I mean, for God’s sake, I’m just about old enough to be your father. I think I ought to be going now your leg’s all fine.”

She looked crestfallen, I even thought she might cry. Her face turned toward me as if she were looking at me. “Do you think it matters to me what age you are, Dave? I can’t see you. I just know I like you. When I felt your face earlier in the cafe, it told me everything I wanted to know. You’ve been so friendly that I thought I have a chance here. You see, I’ve never had a boyfriend, never been on a date, never been kissed, I’ve never even been taken out for a meal… nothing.” She did now have a few tears glistening on her cheeks.

But she hadn’t finished. “I understand if you don’t want anything to do with a blind girl. Just go, please. I’m used to being lonely. I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you, I haven’t got a clue when it comes to seducing a man, I suppose I did it all wrong.”

I reached down and went to take hold of her hand, but she snatched it away. “Please, I asked you to go.”

I grabbed hold of her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. For a moment, she struggled as I pulled her close. My lips hovered close to hers. “Alison, shush. Shall I kiss you?”

She lifted a hand between us until a finger touched my lips, and then she leaned closer for our lips to meet. I kissed her gently as her hand went behind my head—pulling me more firmly to her.

I could feel the urgency, no doubt, born of a need to be loved. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her body against mine.

She pulled away from the kiss. “Oh my, that was nice, thank you.” I could see her hesitation. “Can you stay, or do you have to be somewhere?”

I’d missed my meeting and had nothing more planned for the day. Besides, I was getting to like the idea of what this beautiful young girl was clearly offering me. “I don’t have to be anywhere, if you want me to stay, then I will.”

“Dave, I need you to want to stay, I don’t want you here because I’ve made you feel sorry for me.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I kissed her again, but this time, much more firmly. I felt her body sort of shiver when my hands roamed her back. She pressed her tongue between my lips and I heard the “mmm” from deep in her throat. For someone who’d never kissed, she wasn’t doing too bad.

My hands locked together behind her back. It was to stop me from getting carried away.

Alison suddenly pulled away. “Why have you stopped your hands moving? Please touch me, there’s no need to hold back.” She planted her lips back on mine.

Still, I hesitated, but the urgency conveyed by the passion in her kiss overrode my reservations. Her fingers clawed at my shirt, pulling it higher until I felt the touch of her hands on my bare back.

With my reserve now gone, I followed her lead, marvelling at the softness of her skin beneath my hands. She shivered again and dug her fingers hard into me. I could hear the sort of purring sound she was making.

Once more, she pulled away from the kiss. “If you want to look at me… Dave, undress me.”

I raised her top as she lifted her arms, it was she that unfastened her bra but she held it in place. “You do it, tell me what you see.”

I allowed the straps to slide down her arms to reveal the swell of her breasts. She stood still, holding her breath as she waited. Her nipples, when I let the bra drop away, were hard and erect. That she was aroused there was no doubt.

I almost whispered, I wasn’t used to such youthful beauty. “Alison, they’re beautiful. Truly, they are.”

She suddenly remembered to breathe. “Make love to me, Dave. I want you to. Remember, I cannot see you, I need to feel, so please take your shirt off and… the rest.”

She let her hands drop to her sides as she waited. In only moments I was standing naked, feeling a little self-conscious even though she couldn’t see me.

Her hands lifted to my neck and I stood still as her fingers explored. She felt the muscles on my shoulders, and then across my chest. The ripples across my abdomen were where I thought she would stop. I was wrong. One hand continued down to search for my, by now, rigid member. She jumped at the initial touch.

She followed with a tentative touch, her fingers slowly tracing along the length. She laughed softly when it jerked after a finger reached the head. Her fingers wrapped around me, feeling the girth. Now she spoke, “Oh, David, I had no idea they were so big. How will that fit inside me?” She gasped, “Oh, I’m assuming you’re going to want to try… are you?”

My hands lifted to her breasts, gently caressing and feeling their firmness and the stiff nipples. Her free hand was unfastening her skirt and I saw it drop to the floor. She didn’t let go of my cock as she turned towards a door. “Come, let’s go to my bedroom.”

I could now see her gorgeous body. I wondered whether she was perhaps one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. kilis escort bayan I knew for sure, that I’d never been with anyone so stunning.

Alison stopped by the bed and turned back to face me, all the time, she still had a firm grip on my cock. “Now, love me, show me what this thing does.”

I eased her back and laid her down, then reached for her panties. She lifted slightly as they slipped over her hips. Then she lay there with her legs tight together. I saw the nervous look return to her face.

I leaned forward and brought my lips to her stomach. She squirmed a little under the touch of my lips as I kissed. I was surprised that she had short trimmed hair above her pussy, I somehow expected something of a bush.

“David, what…?” She gasped out when my lips trawled through the hairs, slowly going lower. She lay perfectly still, shocked at what I was doing. Still, she didn’t move when I pulled my head up a little to gaze at the two furled butterfly wings.

But she did jerk when I bent and kissed between them. Once more she asked, “David, what are you doing?”

“Just relax, I know what I’m doing and I promise you will love it.”

I had to press my legs between hers to open the way, she didn’t fight me but I could tell she was unsure. This was not something she had expected.

I kissed her soft lips again, but this time, my tongue dipped between them. Now I tasted the source of the heady aroma, as I savoured the wetness that was from her arousal. My tongue searched upwards, still pressed in deep. I brought my fingers to her lips and spread them apart. A hard lick made her both jump and screech when her button felt my searching tongue.

My lips descended as I sucked and now her legs eased more open without me having to push. I felt her clit responding to my circling tongue. She jerked each time I flicked at it and I heard her soft, “Oh, God.”

Her legs were spreading even further apart and her hips were now straining up to my teasing. She reached down until her fingers tangled in my hair, pushing me harder to her pussy. I sensed her rising passion and I knew it was time.

I moved up until I lay carefully down on top of her. My hand took hold of my throbbing cock to guide it between her thighs. My tip pressed between the folds of her pussy lips to slowly enter into the warm wetness within.

I almost forgot that she couldn’t see me, she appeared to be gazing into my eyes. “I’m frightened, David,” she whispered in a strangled voice.

“Don’t be, I promise I will be gentle with you,” I answered her.

Very gradually, I pushed deeper and then stopped. I just let my cock throb where it was. The scared look on her face slowly disappeared. Until, “Kiss me, then love me, I think I’m ready now.”

We kissed passionately with her arms clinging tightly around me. I felt her legs lifting to grip me. Suddenly she used her legs to force me down… deep inside her vagina. There was a momentary grimace before she smiled. “My first cock in my pussy. Now show me what he does.” The grip of her legs eased so, once more, I was able to move.

Slowly, I withdrew. I waited a few seconds as I lifted my face so I could watch her changing expressions. Then, once again down, deep down into her depths. I began a steady stroke back and forth. I felt that, by now familiar shiver, shake her body. Her hips were now moving as she lifted to meet my thrusts. Her hands went back to my head, holding me in front of her face.

“What do you see, David, what does my face say?”

“It tells me you’re happy and that you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”

She pulled my head tightly into her neck. “Fuck me, David,” she whispered into my ear.

We both fucked, her instincts were spot on, her body moving to counter my plunges. “Faster, can you go faster?” She asked.

Everything seemed to happen quite quickly. She left one hand to grip my neck, and another scratched down the length of my back until she gripped my ass. Her legs squeezed harder once more. For the first time, I could feel her inner muscles gripping my thrusting cock.

She wailed my name, “David, I’m going to cum. Oh, God, so good.”

Her body went taught as her hips lifted off of the bed. I felt a hard squeeze inside and then she was shaking while I continued to pump.

Her hand came around and lifted my face. “Have you cum… Oh, yes, now I can feel you.” She reached up for a swift kiss. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, David.”

I wouldn’t have stopped even if I could, not for a few moments more at least.

I was spent but still buried deep. I held her to me as I rolled sideways so we lay facing each other with my cock still throbbing inside.

I saw one small tear roll down her cheek, but her smile told me everything.

***

“Mister Jackson… Mister Jackson,” the nurse repeated, “you can come with me now.”

I had to hold my jacket in front of me, otherwise, my erection would have been plain for all to see.

She was sat up in the bed, looking towards to door that the nurse held open for me. Her hand went to her mouth as she stared.

“My God. Are you my David? Come here, you gorgeous hunk, I want to see you closer.”

I stopped at her side, her hand reached for my face just as it had done two years before. She felt again. “Yes, it’s exactly as I knew it would be now that I can see it. I can’t see you very clearly yet, but the surgeon says it will improve with every day.”

After a long hug, I eased her back. “So, you’re not disappointed with what you see, I was scared you might be.”

“You silly man. How could I be disappointed? I love you. And you know what? You’re everything I could ever want.”

I took the small box from my pocket and placed it in her hand. “Open it.”

She gasped when she saw the sparkling diamond. “It’s beautiful, thank you, my love.”

“No, it’s more than that. I waited until… well, I prayed you would be able to see me. Now, you can. Will you marry me, will you be my wife?”

We heard the sob and turned to see the nurse crying. Then, Alison was crying as well. But her smile was a mile wide.

The end.

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It was midway through my daughter Cathy’s senior year of high school. I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, and Cathy was in her room with Kent, her boyfriend, studying. A typical suburban scene.

After wiping down the counters, I went upstairs to Cathy’s room. I know that Cathy and Kent fool around a bit, and being the conscientious mother I am, I knocked on the door. I certainly wouldn’t want to embarrass my daughter by walking in on any hanky-panky!

I listened for any sounds of them jumping off the bed, rushing to put clothes back on, or anything like that, but all I heard was Cathy saying “Come in.”

I walked in and sure enough, they were really studying, Cathy on the bed and Kent at her desk. “Hi kids, I just wanted to know if you needed anything before I turn in.”

“No thanks,” said Cathy, echoed by Kent’s “No ma’am.”

“I just have a couple more chores to do, and then I’m going to bed,” I said. “Don’t stay up too late!” I turned towards the door, but turned back. “Actually, I just had a thought! Kent, could you help me get something off the top shelf in the garage?”

“Mom, we’re studying!” said Cathy.

“Selfish bitch!” is what I thought, but I said “This will only take about ten minutes, honey. Just to get a can of paint down so I can write down what kind it is, then to put it back up.”

“Sure, Mrs. Anderson,” said Kent, jumping up. “I don’t mind.”

Kent followed me down to the garage. I held the door for him, then closed and locked it. I heard his zipper, and then his belt buckle hit the garage floor. I bent over the car and pulled my slacks and panties down. My hands were shaking. I felt Kent’s huge cock poking at me, trying to find my slit. I reached between my legs and grabbed it. Kent was rock hard. My hand barely fit around it. It was one of the biggest cocks I had ever had, and I have had a lot of big cocks.

I guided the head to my hot canal. I had been wet ever since Kent had come by to visit my daughter. He pushed it in, so far in! It was so good, I would have screamed, but Cathy was right upstairs, so I whimpered and grunted while Kent drove his huge monster in and out of me. He pumped without stopping for about five minutes, and then arched his back as he shot spurt after spurt of hot come deep inside me.

If Kent had one flaw, it was that he was too quick to come. The first round, anyway! There were advantages and disadvantages to sleeping with an 18 year old, but the fact that he could usually do it two or three times in a row, with a little encouragement, was a big plus.

Of course, it was also a little problem that Kent was dating my daughter, but I could definitely see the advantages in that, too. First of all, Kent’s dick was too big for Cathy, and the poor girl couldn’t even give him a blow job. A dick like that wouldn’t go underused for long, and I liked to think that I was even doing Cathy a favor. If it wasn’t for me, Kent would soon have gone off to greener pastures. As it was, all three of us got what we wanted. Kent got sex as often as we could get a little privacy, I got the huge cock I liked, and Cathy got to keep her boyfriend, none the wiser. Or so I thought.

Kent and I straightened ourselves out a bit in the hall mirror, and then went back upstairs. As Kent opened the door to Cathy’s room, I called out to the kids “Good night, you two! Don’t stay up too late! Thanks again, Kent,” I added.

“No problem, Mrs. Anderson,” said Kent. I shut the door a little quickly, as I just that moment felt a big glob of Kent’s semen ooze out of me. It would have stained my slacks if I had given it a chance! I hurried to my room, peeled off my clothes, and jumped into the shower. I was wearing red lacy panties, and they were absolutely full of Kent’s come. “It’s a good thing Cathy never does the laundry,” I thought to myself, as I soaped up.

I did my best to make Kent forget he was fucking a gal old enough to be his mom. Big boobs and a deep throat went a long way to help him forget, but I tried to wear sexy underwear and stay clean shaven for him. Not that he noticed much this time!

It was a few days later that my problems started. Cathy began to mope around the house. She became more and pouty and unhappy. Even worse, Kent wasn’t coming around. I began to worry. What if they had broken up?

I confronted Cathy. “Honey, tell mommy what’s going on.” It took a while for me to get anything out of her, but it finally came out, with tears and sobs. Apparently. that last night Kent stayed over, Kent and Cathy had fooled around. Kent’s cock was too big for Cathy to get it in her mouth, but it seems Ankara travesti that Cathy licked it, and tasted something on it she didn’t recognize. It took her a few days to realize that what she had tasted was pussy.

Cathy held me and cried. “Honest, mom, when I realized that I had been licking some fucking bitch’s pussy juice off Kent’s cock, I almost threw up.”

“”How would you have felt if you knew you had been licking your own mother’s pussy juice,” I thought to myself. If she and Kent had started fooling around a few minutes earlier, that pussy juice would still have been wet. That was so wrong. “Poor baby!” I said. “But are you actually sure that is what it was? Maybe he was working out, and the sweat…”

“No, that’s what I thought at first, but the more I thought about it, the more sure I was. I can’t believe that stuff came out of some gross snatch and there I was, licking it up like a stupid puppy.”

“Shh,” I said, as I smoothed her hair. “What did Kent say about it?

“I haven’t spoken to him about it. I don’t ever want to see him again. I’m sure he knows why.”

I used all my powers of persuasion to convince Cathy to get back together with Kent, to not tell him what she had discovered, and to act as if nothing had happened. “You told me that Kent has a really big dick, and you two were unable to have vaginal intercourse. You can’t expect an 18 year old guy to go without forever. The good news is that Kent really loves you. He wants to be with you, even without the sex! You can’t blame him for slipping up once, sleeping with some girl he doesn’t love just for relief!”

“But mom, I get him off with my hand all the time!”

“Oh honey, that’s not good enough for a man. You know he has to have the real thing. I think it was good that he met someone who could deal with his size.”

“Yeah, probably some fucking slut with a huge gaping pussy. Do you think he came on to her, or she came on to him?”

“I can’t really imagine Kent ever looking twice at a girl besides you. She might have… talked him into it.”

“Yeah, ‘talked him into it.’ She probably heard he had a big dick and threw herself at him. She was probably so wet that he could smell her dirty hole, and it was hard to resist. Do you think she just grabbed his dick through his pants and started rubbing it? Fucking horny slut.”

Actually, some of this was uncomfortably close to the truth. I wanted to defend myself, but I couldn’t really. “Well, she might have been lonely.”

“Lonely my ass. She’s probably one of those girls in the back rooms at the frat houses, spreading her legs for any moron with a dick. Or one of those girls who gets drunk in a bar and sucks off five guys in the bathroom. I bet she has big boobs that she shakes at the boys to try to get them to stick their cocks in her. Fucking loose slut!”

This got me a little angry. I was certainly not a loose slut like that, although I had normal desires. I could have been one of those women sucking cock in the bathroom, but I wasn’t, for who? For Cathy! For her sake I had to be respectable, so at least she shouldn’t begrudge me her boyfriend’s cock once in a while, especially since she was hardly using it.

Still, being a mother means not always saying what you want, so I had to go along with Cathy. “Sure, honey, some back room slut that all the boys have had. Kent would never date her in a million years. Some baseball groupie that the whole team probably fucked. He couldn’t get out of it. You know how boys are.”

I have to admit I was making myself a little horny. Imagine a whole baseball team of boys with cocks like Kent’s! But Cathy was comforted. We cuddled a bit, and I suggested that she not even say anything to Kent. She agreed, and went to bed.

Things went back to normal after that, with Kent and I being even more careful not to be discovered. Because of that, we were fucking less than we had been, which is probably partly why we got into trouble at the party.

Cathy wanted to have a party for graduation, and I was certainly willing to help host. She and I made plenty of munchies which we supplemented with big bowls of chips and pretzels around the house. I made sure there were all kinds of pop and plenty of ice. Kids began arriving shortly before sunset, and soon the house was dark and noisy, with kids dancing in every room.

I noticed Kent trying to catch my eye, but I made sure he did not. The last thing we needed was to have some friend of Cathy’s catch us fucking in an upstairs bedroom! I was pretty damn horny, having gone about two weeks without Kent’s Konya travesti cock up me, but I wanted Cathy to enjoy her party.

When the party was really in full swing, I ran up to my bathroom for a quick pee. When I came out, Kent was at the door. He pushed his way in and closed the door behind him, giving me a deep kiss that sent sparks all through me. But I pushed him away, saying “Kent, we can’t now. All of Cathy’s friends are here!”

“Please Mrs. Anderson,” he said, “I’m so horny now, and you look so hot!” I was just wearing a black top and dark green slacks.

“Kent, you should be hanging out with Cathy!”

“Just a quick one, Mrs. Anderson, you see how hot for you I am.” He took my hand and put it on his dick, which was completely hard and about to break out of his pants.

“Kent, we shouldn’t,” I said, but I was stroking his cock and trying to think of a reason why we shouldn’t, just a quickie.

“Ohh, Mrs. Anderson!” I made a quick decision, locked the bathroom door, and unbuttoned my top. I squeezed some hand cream between my boobs and kneeled on the floor, keeping my bra on. By bending his knees, Kent could stick his huge monster between my boobs. My bra kept them pushed together. Kent moaned and groaned, and I loved seeing that huge head come up between my boobs. Kent began to tremble, so I I got my mouth around his big firm cockhead, and he unloaded spurt after spurt of come into my mouth.

Kent pulled his cock out from between my boobs, and I made sure to wipe all the hand cream off before giving it an affectionate kiss and putting it back in his pants. Kent slipped out, while I buttoned up my shirt and fixed my lipstick.

That should have been the end of it, but soon after I got back to the party, I sensed a strange vibe going through the house. I didn’t know what it was, but people were whispering, the dancing stopped, and soon afterwards, the music stopped as well.

People began to leave, early, it seemed to me. I said goodnight to the ones I knew, and told them there was no reason to go yet, but they just muttered they had to go. Many of them left without meeting my eye, while others stared at me strangely. The only thing I could think of was that Kent had given us away.

When everyone was gone, Cathy snapped on the lights. “Thanks Mom,” she said. “Thanks for ruining my party and making me a laughingstock.” My eyes told her that I didn’t know what she was talking about. “Go look in a mirror,” she said, then went to her room and slammed the door. I went and looked in a mirror, and I was mortified.

In my hair, on the right side of my head, was a huge gob of semen. There was more that had dripped on my blouse. “Shit!” I thought. “That son of a bitch! Didn’t he know he came before I got him in my mouth?”

I wiped my hair with a towel and threw the towel in the laundry. Then I went and tapped on Cathy’s door. “Honey?” There was no answer, so eventually I went to bed.

The next day Cathy was icy. There was no way I could deny that one of the boys at the party had come on me. My only hope was that she wouldn’t guess it was her own boyfriend. So I was kind of glad when she asked me who my new “boyfriend” was, making the quotation marks with her fingers. I was glad because it meant she didn’t suspect, and I was free to choose to place the blame on anyone I pleased. Unfortunately, I couldn’t really think of anyone appropriate who was at the party. I remembered there were a few black guys there, so I told her it was one of them.

“Great,” she said. “My mother is such a big slut she doesn’t even bother to ask my friends names before she fucks them. For your information, since Charles is gay, it must have been Ray you spread your legs for.”

She got up and flounced out of the room, but before she was gone, I said “For your information, I didn’t fuck him, I only gave him a blowjob!” She ignored me. I really had to think what a good mother I was to Cathy. I could have said that I gave him a titjob, but that might have made her feel bad about her breasts, so I changed it to blowjob at the last minute. You see how I was concerned about her while she was treating me like shit!

I figured everything would calm down after awhile. Cathy was more or less ignoring me, which was fine. Worse was that Kent wasn’t coming by. I guess he was laying low so as not to be a suspect, which was probably smart. Still, I had gotten used to my fairly regular sessions with him, and I was missing the sex big time.

About a week and a half after the party, I was alone tanning by the pool. Cathy was off somewhere. The doorbell İzmir travesti rang, and I had the sudden thought that it might be Kent. I rushed to the door and opened it. I was disappointed to see a stranger there, a young black man. “Mrs. Anderson,” he said.

“Yes?”

“I’m Raymond. Cathy’s friend. Can I come in?” Then I recognized him, from the party.

“Oh yes,” I said, “but Cathy’s not here now.”

“I know,” he said, “I wanted to talk to you.” Suddenly I remembered that I had told Cathy that I had sucked this young man’s cock. But surely Cathy wouldn’t have told anyone about that! She did, the little bitch.

Raymond came in and sat down on the couch. “You see, there is a rumor going around that you and I got, uh, somewhat intimate at the party last week. Now you know and I know that’s not true. Still, the way you looked at the end, I would guess you were intimate with someone. Now, I may be wrong, but was thinking that you might have told Cathy you hooked up with me, because you didn’t want her knowing who you did hook up with. Am I right?”

He was exactly right, but I didn’t say anything. “Now, I hate to let a misapprehension like that continue, and it has been bothering me. But I figured out something that would make me feel better. If you and I were intimate, I wouldn’ have to feel bad about people having the wrong impression about me, if you see what I mean.”

It dawned on me that this twerp was trying to get a blowjob out of me! “Sorry Raymond,” I said icily, “but you will have to go on letting people ‘misapprehend’.”

“No, I won’t do that, Mrs. Anderson. I’ll just have to tell the guys at school and Cathy that it wasn’t me you were fooling around with.” I was thinking furiously, but I had nothing to say. “Do you want me to do that?”

I had no answer, but he suddenly stood up as if to go, and I said “No.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He sat back down on the couch. “It’s not like you’re too proud to fuck a high school student, right?” He put his hand on my boob and started rubbing lightly. “It’s not like you’re the kind of woman who wouldn’t fuck someone you just met at a party, right? In fact, I think you are probably a major horny slut.” He put my hand against his pants and I felt his hard cock. It wasn’t as big as Kent’s, but it was bigger than average. I made up my mind.

I stood up. “Raymond, blackmail will get you sent to jail. I am not, as you put it, a ‘major horny slut,’ but I will give you a blowjob if you will forget about this whole thing and go away.”

“That would be a good start,” he grinned. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down. He had a really goodlooking cock, although not as big as I would have liked. I pulled off my bathing suit top. What the hell, give him a little show! I kneeled down and took his cock in my hand. It was darker than the rest of him, and uncircumcised, but because it was hard the foreskin was not in the way. I took a good lick. Mmmm, it was good! I plunged my head down on it and started sucking with all my might.

Licking and bobbing, I interspersed focussing on the head with some deep throat work. Let this be a blowjob he will never forget! After about five or ten minutes, he pushed my head off his cock. I whimpered in disappointment. “Time to take off the rest of that swimsuit,” Raymond said. “I want to see that pussy I’ve been smelling.”

I didn’t realize that I had been rubbing myself while I was sucking his cock, and my pussy was soaking. “You want me to put it in?” he asked. I bit my lip and nodded. “Get those panties off girl, don’t waste my time!” he said.

I took my pants off and kneeled on the couch. He gave my ass a little smack as he stood behind me. “Damn, that shit is wet, girl!” he laughed. He was making me mad, but I wanted his cock, and he lost no time in putting it in. I don’t think he was a virgin, he started to really bang away at me. Maybe it was because it had been so long since Kent was around, but I was so into it, it felt so good. I was panting “Yes! Yes!,” and rubbing my clit with one hand. I came hard, squeezing his cock with my vaginal muscles, and that sent him over the edge. He grunted and shot blast after blast of hot come in me.

He pulled out and sat on the couch next to me. “That was real nice, Mrs. Anderson,” he said. I look forward to seeing you again soon.” He put on his clothes and walked out, leaving me exhausted on the couch. I was kind of squatting on the edge of the couch, just exhausted. I could feel his come dripping out of me. Suddenly, I heard the key in the lock. Shit! Cathy! I grabbed my bathing suit, swiped at the rug to clean any come that had dripped there, and ran up the stairs.

I don’t think she saw me, running up the stairs naked with my suit in my hand and come running down my legs. It did occur to me how my life had changed. Little did I know how much change was yet to come.

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Friday morning dawned and I awoke from a very restless night, consumed with anxiety over spending the night with Mable.

Last night, after dinner, Mable had telephoned me, anxious and concerned as to how things had gone that afternoon with Eleanor. At that time, I was buoyant with the knowledge of the videos in my possession and was looking forward to surprising her with them. I told her all went well, and that she had been absolutely right about Eleanor. I smiled as I kept her hanging in suspense, telling her I would give her more details when I came over.

It wasn’t until we signed off and said goodnight that the overwhelming sense of panic descended on me. It happened when Mable said, “Goodnight, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

Now, lying in bed on Friday morning, all I could think of was how I would be spending the night with Mable, and that we were going to have sex. Beyond that one single, all-consuming thought, I could hardly think at all. I had no idea whatsoever how it all would finally happen or what would happen afterward. It was that uncertainty and ambiguity that had me tense and uneasy.

Other than those few intimacies I had already shared with Mable, I had no other sexual experiences to draw from. As well, all of those previous intimacies had been moderately brief, and I had always had the safety net of only having a short amount of time to spend with Mable before having to hurry home. Now, I was faced with the prospect of spending the entire night with her and, if I were to be completely honest with myself about it, I was nervous as hell and even a little fearful.

School passed in a complete daze that day. It wasn’t until John had slapped me on my back as we were leaving, that a sense of reality began to set in. “See you around seven,” he smiled. “And don’t forget your headset mic.”

I spent a long time in the shower after dinner, scrubbing my body assiduously, especially my privates and deep into the cleft of my buttocks and anus. I wanted to be especially clean and fresh smelling for Mable.

I paced like a caged animal around the house after showering. As filled with anxiety as I was, the time just seemed to crawl. The plan was to meet the guys at John’s house at seven, make my excuses, and then to meet Mable between seven and eight. By 5:30, I was almost squirming with pent up anxiety.

Finally, at 6:00 pm, I could stand it no longer. I grabbed up my laptop and gaming equipment, stuffed them into my backpack and said goodnight to my mother.

“What time will you be home?” She called from the kitchen as I was about to exit from the front door.

“I’m not sure,” I answered doing my best to act casual. “We usually go for a breakfast burrito or something after. So, I guess maybe eight or nine.”

“Wait,” she called again as I was about to close the door. She met me at the door and gave me a brief hug and a kiss on my cheek. “Is everything okay with you?” She asked, a look of mild concern on her face, as she affectionately brushed her fingers through my hair. “You’ve been acting really strange all evening.”

I smiled, hoping to ease her mind. “Nah, I’m good,” I said. “It’s just thinking about the damn game is all.”

“Are you wearing cologne?” She asked bending to smell my cheek.

“Yeah…um, I nicked myself when I shaved,” I managed to stammer. “So, I put after-shave on to take the sting out.”

Mom frowned, her intuition probably telling her something in my world was not quite right. “All right,” she said with a sigh, “You guys have a good time…And don’t be too late tomorrow morning and make me worry.”

“Not to worry, Mom,” I said. “See you in the morning.”

Mom nodded, her brow still creased with concern as she closed the door.

I made my way to John’s house, my mind so full of Mable and spending the night with her that I arrived without even remembering the walk.

“Hey, man, you’re early,” said John with a smile as he opened the door. “Come on in…we just finished dinner.”

He led me down to the basement where we usually carried out our dungeons and raids together. Once there, I turned to him. “Listen, man…I can’t stay,” I said.

“What? What are you talking about?” He asked with a look of incredulity. “We had this all planned. Why the hell can’t you stay?”

“I…um…actually, man, I have a date,” I said.

“A date?” He frowned, folding her arms over his chest. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his face was wreathed in smiles. “You mean with a GIRL? You’ve finally got a date with a girl?”

I nodded and smiled, feeling my cheeks warming.

“Okay, okay,” he said, continuing to smile. “No harm, no foul. It’s an all-nighter here, so just come on over after your damn date.”

I shook my head, “I’m sorry, man. I…um…won’t be able to.” I stammered uncomfortably.

John’s smile faded and he looked at me curiously. “Why the fuck not? It’s not like your date is going to…” His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Holy fuck,” he gasped. “Is this an gaziantep escort bayan tanıtımları overnight date? Are you spending the night with somebody?”

Again, I nodded, my cheeks beginning to burn.

“Who is it with?” He asked, grinning widely. “Come on, man…you can’t just bail out on us like this and leave us hanging without at least telling me who you’re spending the night with.”

“I…can’t tell you her name,” I said. “It’s actually…a woman that I did some computer work for, one of my clients.”

“Wait…” He gasped, grasping my arm and pulling me over to sit on the sofa. “A WOMAN? Holy fuck, man.”

I nodded, wishing I had had the presence of mind to have not used that term.

“Holy fucking shit!” He exclaimed with a broad smile as he shook his head. “And what? You’re going to spend the night with this woman…at her place?”

Again, I nodded. John smiled and bit his lip, holding up his hand for a high-five. “Wow,” he said, looking at me with something akin to respect. “Okay, then. I guess the rest of us will just have to muddle through the dungeon without you.”

“Thanks, man,” I smiled, patting his shoulder as I stood to leave. He followed me to the door. “Hey, listen,” he said, grabbing my arm and keeping his voice low. “I want to hear all the details on Monday,” he said with a leer and a wink.

I nodded and smiled, knowing in my heart I would do no such thing. He’d get over it eventually.

Just in case John might be watching me out his window, I walked away from Mable’s apartment complex until I was out of his line of sight and then doubled back a block away.

My heart was pounding as I ascended the stairs to her apartment just as the evening reached full dusk. I stood on the landing in front of her door and turned to watch as the final glow from the sun faded behind the mountains. I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves and knocked softly on her door.

Mable opened the door with a flourish, smiling warmly and completely dispelling every ounce of anxiety I had been feeling by stepping out of her apartment to embrace me warmly, crushing her body against mine. “Oh, honey,” she murmured, her lips close to my ear, “I’m SO glad you’re finally here.”

She wore a knee-length, black satin robe, complemented with a pair of black patent-leather pumps. As she had stepped from her apartment to greet me, I couldn’t help but notice the heavy sway of her breasts beneath the sleek fabric, nor the soft billowing crush of her breasts against my chest as she embraced me.

The sound of applause came from her television and Mable pulled away with a smile. “Quick, get in here,” she said excitedly, grasping my arm and pulling me inside. “Jeopardy is on and it’s final jeopardy. Our Vegas guy is just about to win again.” She helped me off with my backpack and set it on the floor beside the door, then took my hand and led me to the sofa where we held hands and watched in fascination as our local Vegas champion came through to put his total winnings at well over two million dollars.

Pleased by the outcome of the program, Mable switched off the television with the remote. “How about some wine?” She offered with a smile.

“Sure,” I returned, with a nod.

“All right…while I get the wine, why don’t you make yourself more comfortable? There’s another robe, just like this one I’m wearing, on the back of the bathroom door. So, let’s get you out of all these restrictive clothes and into something much more comfortable, shall we? Because tonight is all about being comfortable and relaxing with one another.

I nodded, watching her as she walked away and admiring her plush, shapely calves and the sway of her wide hips and shapely buttocks. I shook my head, thinking I ought to pinch myself to make sure this wasn’t just some kind of elaborate dream. I was HERE, alone with her in her apartment, and all of this was really happening. I glanced around and noticed, for the first time, how intimately Mable had set the tone of the evening. Soft indirect lighting permeated the room with a rosy hue, and an electric, wall-mounted fireplace added to the warmth and cozy ambiance. What a perfect setting for a romantic evening.

I made my way to the bathroom and quickly removed my clothes, folding them with care and placing them on the counter beside the sink. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, feeling deliciously lewd to be completely naked in Mable’s apartment. I slipped into the black robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, smiling to know it was a match for the one Mable was wearing. The sensation of the sleek satin material against my skin sent shivers of pleasure through me. So sensual was the material against my skin that I was compelled to do some mental aerobics to keep my cock from becoming completely erect as I made my way back to the living room.

Mable was waiting for me on the sofa with a bottle of wine and two glasses. As I approached, she gaziantep escort bayan telefonları poured the wine and smiled as she handed me a glass. We clinked our glasses together and sipped. It was excellent wine, nicely sweet and it burned warmly in my stomach.

“So,” she said, reclining back onto the sofa and crossing her legs, “tell me how your friends reacted when you told them you couldn’t stay.”

“Well…John was the only one there when I arrived,” I answered, sipping my wine once more. “And he was kind of pissed at me at first. But, when I told him I had a date with someone, he kind of warmed up to the idea. I don’t feel all that bad about it, those guys are all good players and can do just fine on the game without me.”

“I’m glad,” she smiled, “because I’m really happy to have you all to myself tonight.” She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then smiled and touched my cheek affectionately. “Are you nervous at all about spending the night here with me?” She asked.

I paused for a moment before answering, “Yeah, I guess maybe I am, a little bit,” I answered honestly with a self-conscious smile.

Mable leaned close, bending to kiss my lips lightly, “You trust me?” She asked, looking into my eyes. I nodded, and she smiled, “Good, then believe me when I tell you…you have nothing at all to be nervous about tonight. I’m here, and I got you. And I won’t let you fall.”

She kissed me a second time and I felt my anxiety fade away. “Oh,” she said as if something had just occurred to her. “I have something to show you that I’m hoping you’ll like.”

I smiled, “What is it?”

“Well, this afternoon, while I was shaving my legs, I kind of got a little carried away.” As she spoke, she pulled the bottom of her robe open to reveal she had shaved her entire pubic area smooth.

“Oh, my God, Mable,” I gasped, “that is SO hot.” I couldn’t take my eyes from her smoothly shaved lips.

She laughed girlishly and covered herself with her robe almost shyly. “I was hoping you’d feel that way. I like the way it feels very much and I’m thinking I might even keep it this way.”

“I think that is such a sexy look for a woman,” I said, exceptionally pleased that she had done it.

“And, speaking of sexy women,” said Mable, setting her glass aside and looking at me intently, “I’m very curious to hear how your session with Eleanor went this afternoon.”

I couldn’t help but smile, which caused Mable to raise one eyebrow in curiosity. “What? Did she come on to you?”

I nodded. “Well…” I smiled, “she DID show me her boobs. Does that count?”

Mable’s jaw dropped slightly, and she frowned. “Okay…” She said, drawing out the word slowly. “And pray tell how did THAT happen? If you don’t mind me asking.”

I nodded, “It kind of came out of nowhere,” I said. “We were just talking while she was getting her purse to pay me, and she kept asking me questions about you.”

“Me?” Said Mable, looking surprised.

I nodded. “She asked me right out if you and I were sleeping together. When I told her no, she kind of laughed and said that you must have at least shown me your boobs though. That surprised the hell out of me, and, when I didn’t answer right away, she just laughed again and said something like, ‘Of course she did, I can see it in your eyes.'”

Mable nodded, then shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s my fault she knows that about me. I had too much to drink one night at a company party and I made the mistake of confiding in her how I had exposed myself that way a couple of times.”

Ah, I thought, so that’s how she knew.

“But go on,” she prodded as I paused to sip my wine. “Please continue.”

“There’s not much more to it,” I said. “After she said that, she just pulled open her blouse…and asked me how her boobs compared to yours.”

Mable laughed and shook her head, “God, that woman never ceases to surprise me. Was that the extent of it, or was there more?”

“No, that was pretty much it. I told her I thought she had very nice boobs, and then she covered up and I left pretty soon afterward.”

Mable sighed, “Well, at least you can’t say I didn’t warn you to be careful around her.”

I pursed my lips, “I think…” I began slowly, “I found out something that kind of shows just how slutty she can really be.”

Mable set down her drink and looked into my eyes, “What are you saying? Do you know something I don’t?”

“Yeah…I kinda do,” I nodded. “When I was working on her computer, I found a bunch of video files she had on her drive.”

“Oh?” Said Mable, raising her brows.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I found the ones you told me about that were made at your company Christmas party, and…”

“What?” She interrupted with a gasp. “Are you saying you actually found that video on her computer?”

I nodded. “Yeah, at least I’m pretty sure. There were actually two of them. I only looked through one very gaziantep escort bayan videoları quickly to see if it might be the one you told me about…”

“Wait,” she gasped, interrupting me once more, “You actually SAW the video?”

“Kind of, I mean, I didn’t watch the whole thing, just fast-forwarded to different spots to see if it might be the one you told me about. But I didn’t just SEE it…” I said with a smile, “I actually made copies of them onto my flash drive.”

Mable’s eyes widened and she burst out laughing. “Oh, my god! You’re my HERO! Do you have them here with you? Can I see them?”

In answer, I stood and retrieved my backpack, pulling out my laptop and my flash drive and placing them on the coffee table in front of us. I booted the computer, stuck the drive into the port and opened the folder containing the videos. I then opened the first video, the one I had previously looked at.

Mable scooted closer to me and leaned toward the laptop screen as the video began. Mable gasped softly to see Eleanor having sex with three men simultaneously. She sat astride one man, his cock in her vagina, while another knelt behind her and used her anally. All the while, she was sucking a third man’s cock as two other men stood in the background stroking their erections and waiting their turn.

“Oh, my god…that’s Harold…and Bob from accounting…and Larry, our maintenance guy.” Said Mable with openmouthed astonishment.

The man in her anus finished and stepped away and his place was quickly taken by another who bent and thrust his erection into her.

“Holy shit!” Exclaimed Mable with a laugh, covering her wide-open mouth with her hand, “That’s Mark, the CEO of the entire company.”

We watched together as the CEO of her company rammed his cock forcefully into Eleanor’s anus and began thrusting rapidly, making her body shake with each impact. Eleanor cried out in pleasure with each powerful thrust, her voice muffled by the penis in her mouth.

“Oh, my god,” said Mable in complete astonishment. “I can’t believe I’m really seeing this.”

The camera zoomed in on Eleanor’s face to show how semen was dripping from her mouth and oozing down the shaft of the man’s erection as he ejaculated into her mouth. He stepped away and she smiled and wiped her chin as another man stepped up to replace him. The camera pulled back to show the CEO pulling out of Eleanor’s anus and then zooming in once more to show his semen leaking from her and flowing in a long stream from her anus, down to the other man’s erection, who was still lying beneath her. She rolled off of that man and onto her back, spreading her legs for yet another man who stepped from the shadows.

Mable and I both gasped to see Michael, the same Michael that had been my new computer client just the day before, insinuate his body between Eleanor’s legs and begin to fuck her unbridled enthusiasm while she turned her head to suck on another man’s cock. Michael finished very quickly and stood up for the camera to zoom in on Eleanor’s dripping vagina. The camera quickly moved away for several seconds of rapid blurred movement, stopping on Eleanor’s face as the man she had been blowing pulled out and ejaculated over her face as she smiled delightedly for the camera, and the video ended.

Mable was completely silent for several moments. “Okay…two things,” she said. “First, I can’t believe I just saw Michael fucking Eleanor. I mean, they sat right here, side by side, just the other day and neither of them gave even the slightest indication that they had EVER been intimate with one another.” She paused once more and took a sip of her wine. “Secondly…When it comes to sex, my god, Eleanor is certainly one astonishingly sleazy woman.”

She took another large swallow of her wine. “Okay…three things actually. That REALLY turned me on.” She reached over and gently pressed her fingertips against my robe directly over my erection and smiled. “I see it had the same effect on you too.”

“That WAS pretty hot,” I admitted, trying to act casual about her hand lying over my erection. “I hadn’t seen all of this one until just now. There’s another one, I think from a different Christmas party.”

“Can you show me that one too?” She asked, with a smile, her cheeks pink with excitement.

I leaned forward to close the first video and open the second. The second video was very similar to the first, just in a different room. As with the first video, it featured a very naked Eleanor with several men.

Mable leaned forward with interest, naming each of the men as they appeared in the video. She scooted from the sofa onto the floor in front of the coffee table to be closer to the computer screen, laying her arm over my thighs and leaning into me. The second video was more of a one-on-one gangbang scenario. Eleanor reclined back onto a red vinyl lounge chair with her legs raised high in the air as, one after another, each man took a turn with her. I counted eight men in all and at least two of them had even taken a second turn with her. The camera zoomed in at the end to show semen flowing copiously from Eleanor’s vagina onto the vinyl lounge chair, where her entire buttocks were lying in a huge pool of semen. The video ended with a close-up of Eleanor’s face where she attended to two men with her mouth. The men came simultaneously, and Eleanor’s mouth was literally inundated with semen that poured down over her chin.

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Finn smiled at the shocked faces in front of him. He’d hated the Melbourne twins for as long as he could remember, and now he finally had a chance to get even.

He pointed to his smartphone screen for emphasis, as if they didn’t already know he had just snapped a picture of them making out.

“Man, I wonder what your parents will think of this? Good little brothers and sisters don’t make out with each other, you know.”

Ben and Nadia glared at him, their fine-featured faces wearing matched expressions of hate.

“What do you want, fucker?” Nadia’s blue eyes flashed, and she tossed her golden hair contemptuously.

An idea hit Finn suddenly, and he grinned broadly as he ran a hand through his own dark hair.

“I haven’t had a good lay in forever. Since you two horndogs are clearly in the mood anyway, let’s make it a threesome!” His eyes glinted wickedly. “If you satisfy me, I won’t show this lovely family photo to your mom and pop.”

Ben started to stand, his hands balled into fists. “You son of a bitch!” he snarled. “You think you can blackmail us?” But Nadia laid a delicate hand on his chest, holding him back. Ben was no wimp, but Finn had a reputation as the dirtiest fighter at school.

“If we do this, you have to let us delete the picture so you can’t blackmail us again,” she said. Finn smiled, noting to himself that she was the cleverer of the siblings.

“Deal,” he said.

One short, tense car ride later, they were at Finn’s place. He took advantage of the twins’ distraction as they checked out his place, and quickly texted the photo to his email for safekeeping.

“Enter, please, my friends!” He swept the door open, and ushered them in.

A short time later, they were naked in his room, Nadia sucking his cock and looking up at him with those electric blue eyes of hers. He moaned and thrust his hips, enjoying the sight of the school’s rich princess on her knees serving him.

“Oh, that’s good,” he moaned. “Bet you’ve had a lot of practice on your brother, hmm?” Nadia’s eyes darkened, but she said nothing, and Ben avoided his gaze. Finn just smiled and twined his fingers through Nadia’s hair as he started fucking her throat.

She gagged and tried to push him away, but he just thrust deeper, sighing happily as her tight throat opened to take him all the way down. When his balls started to tighten, he let her go.

“You bastard!” she wiped her mouth angrily. “What did you do that for? I could barely gaziantep ofise gelen escort bayan breathe!”

In response, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard, until she moaned into his mouth.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re really all that angry,” he smirked. She stuck her tongue out at him, half annoyed and half playful.

Ben had been doing his best to ignore them, but Finn could see that his cock was getting hard despite that.

“Hey, Prince Charming, take a turn in your sister’s mouth while I fuck her pussy,” he said, reaching over to smack Ben’s ass.

The sandy-haired boy waved Finn’s hand away, but positioned himself in front of Nadia’s mouth anyway, and she slurped him down hungrily. Before long, Ben was fucking her mouth just like Finn had.

Meanwhile, Finn moved behind her and slid a fingertip along her already-wet slit.

“You’re enjoying this, you little cocksucker!” He slid his finger deep inside her, making her moan. After finger-fucking her to get her ready, Finn slid his hard dick into her pussy in one motion, making her moan and arch her back. He slid in and out, moaning at her heat and tightness, and growing harder when he saw how every thrust pushed her nose against Ben’s pubes and made her gag.

He slid a hand to tease her clit as he fucked her, and smiled as Ben started tweaking her nipples, making her squirm like a bitch in heat. He smacked her ass and thrust into her hard, loving how her cunt squeezed his cock when he pounded her.

After a while he started fucking her slower, so as not to cum just yet. Her legs were already trembling, and her eyes were watering from deepthroating her brother, but he still had more in mind for her. While he fucked her with long, deep strokes, his thumb slipped to her asshole and started making gentle circles. Nadia gurgled in protest and tried to shift away, and the boys’ eyes met in understanding.

“I’ve never fucked her there,” Ben said, but made no move to stop Finn’s exploration.

Her tight sphincter slowly gave way as he pushed his thumb deeper, and she moaned. Finn pointed to a bottle of lube on the nightstand, and Ben stopped fucking his sister’s mouth long enough to retrieve it. Nadia gasped and tried to squirm away, but Finn held her close.

“Please, not there!” she begged. “You’re too big for my ass, and you’ve already fucked me so hard I can barely stand!”

Finn gaziantep öğrenci escort bayan stroked her back and buttocks soothingly, leaning over her to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck this tight ass,” he told her. “But if you push out like a good little girl, it will hurt less.”

She whimpered in nervous submission as he pushed his finger deeper, letting his cock slip out of her pussy in preparation for her ass-fucking. She looked to her brother for comfort, and he stroked her cheek as he handed Finn the lube.

“It’ll be okay, sis,” he said. “Besides, I’ve always said you have a hot ass!” She glared at him and moaned as Finn’s now-lubed cockhead pushed at her tight rosebud. She gasped as he pushed past the resistance, deeper into her ass, and she clutched at her brother desperately as her legs started quivering uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, Ben grabbed her head and started fucking her throat again, muffling her screams as Finn fucked her deep in the ass.

Finn moaned deep in his throat. He was fucking a hot, stuck-up blonde girl in her ass while she gagged on her brothers cock. This must be what heaven was like, he thought.

Before long, Ben exploded in his sister’s mouth with a groan of pleasure. She slurped the hot cum up greedily, swallowing as if by reflex, and licking her lips to get the little dribbles that escaped her mouth. Ben sighed happily and began to massage her sides and back, helping her relax for the rough ass-fucking she was enduring.

Finn could tell she was starting to enjoy it, though, as she lifted her hips up to meet his thrusts. When she started wiggling her ass in little circles, begging for more, he spanked her and fucked her harder. That drew a reaction immediately.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed. “Ream my little ass, you bastard! Fuck me like an ass-slut!”

Finn was tempted to empty his balls into her butt, but he still had one more thing planned, so he pulled out, causing Nadia to moan in distress.

“Put it back,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you cum in my ass.”

“Maybe later,” he replied. “For now, that will be your brother’s pleasure.”

Once again, he enjoyed their shocked looks. Ben predictably started to protest.

“No way, man!” he said quickly, backing away from Finn a few steps. “I don’t swing that way.”

But Nadia stepped in at this point, marching up to her brother and grabbing him oğuzeli escort bayan by the cock.

“Listen here, mister,” she said. “You let me get fucked in my ass, so you can take the same, or I’ll show Mom and Dad the picture myself!”

With that, she pushed him onto Finn’s bed and forced him to get on all fours, stroking his cock all the while.

With a grin, she grabbed the lube and spread his butt cheeks wide, exposing the tight hole. Looking Finn right in the eyes, she slowly slide a lubed-up finger deep into her brother’s asshole, making him moan uncomfortably.

“C’mon, big boy,” she said to Finn. “Come make my brother your bitch just like you did to me.”

Finn pressed his rock-hard cock against Ben’s asshole, enjoying how he clutched the sheets and wiggled his ass nervously, and how his sister pinned him to the bed with her body weight and spread his butt cheeks to help him get fucked.

When his cock slipped past the resistance into the other boy’s ass, Finn moaned deeply. Nadia moaned too, slapping her brother’s ass hard. Ben groaned and whimpered quietly, trying not to cry out.

That resolve broke down quickly as Finn started to fuck him pumping his cock in and out slowly, going balls-deep each time. Ben made a noise that was halfway between a moan and a scream, but Nadia still held him down, reaching between his legs to play with his cock.

Finn looked deep into her eyes while he fucked her brother, loving the evil spark he saw in those blue orbs. She moved to kiss him suddenly, and he was surprised by the passion.

“Fuck my brother hard, stud,” she said. “It makes me so hard to watch him taking your cock in his ass!”

She kissed him deeper, sliding her tongue against his, and he erupted into Ben’s ass, moaning loudly into Nadia’s mouth as he came. She continued playing with her brother’s cock and balls at the same time, until he too exploded in a hot, sticky mess.

She tossed her hair and smiled wickedly as she licked her brother’s cum off her hand, then leaned down to clean Finn’s cock as it slipped out of Ben’s well-fucked ass.

Ben crawled off the bed sheepishly, carefully avoiding eye contact with either of his partners. Finn smiled and sighed contentedly as Nadia finished cleaning his cock, then laid her head on his chest.

Later, after the twins went home, Finn fired up his computer and checked his email. Noting that the twincest picture was safe and sound, he began dreaming up other ways he could blackmail the siblings. Though given the way Nadia at least had reacted, he thought, blackmail might not be required.

Epilogue:

Finn and Nadia became college sweethearts, and married soon after graduation. Every now and then, Ben visits — Nadia jokes that he comes for Finn’s cock in his ass. He always protests, but sooner or later, the three end up in the bedroom, and his ass always ends up well-fucked.

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DISCLAIMER:

This is my first time at writing a story like this and although some of what you read will be fiction, some of what happens in this story actually happened. Names have been changed.

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PROLOGUE

“Penny, it’s time you started to get out on your own again and move on with your life.”

The words were spoken by my best friend, Mandy. It had been a couple of years since Glenn, my husband of twenty-five years, had unexpectedly passed on and the wound had not yet healed. I missed him terribly every day and in the beginning the pain of the loss was disabling. I didn’t leave my house for a month after the funeral. I felt that I couldn’t face anyone. I would spend days in my dressing gown, either in bed or on the couch. Mandy was a trooper. If it hadn’t have been for her, dropping by, spending time with me, sleeping over night in the spare room and feeding me, I may have just curled up and joined Glenn in the “Great Beyond”.

I knew Mandy wasn’t being malicious or insensitive with her words, she had a point.

She had accompanied me to certain work and family events where the invitation allowed me to bring a friend or relative. She gave me the moral support that I needed. Men had invited me out on dates, but they were only the types that I would see as friends. It was time for me to attempt life on my own.

“I’ve booked us on a cruise in the Mediterranean,” she said. “No need to thank or repay me, it’s my treat as it’s also your sixtieth birthday.”

I was speechless.

“I’ve also invited Linda and Irene.”

Linda was her daughter, who even at the age of twenty-two, Mandy treated her as a princess and spoiled her rotten. Irene was another close friend and my former boss.

“We’re going to have some have adventures,” Mandy said, with a wink in her eye.

DAY 1.

We arrived at Rome airport and Mandy had organised a limousine to take us to the port, which was only a 40 minute drive.

The original plan was to spend the night in a hotel in Rome, but as the airline cancelled our flight and re-booked us on a later one, that plan went out the window.

After we had checked in our luggage at the port, we checked ourselves in and after signing all the necessary paperwork, we collected our stateroom keys and made our way to the ship.

Something I must tell you about Mandy is that technically she is still married to Linda’s father, Jim. She moved out of the family home about a two months before she booked us on the cruise and moved in with a guy called Ben, who lived further down the street. According to her, Jim wasn’t satisfying her needs. If you read between the lines, she wasn’t getting as much sex as she wanted. Jim was a hard working man. He needed to be to keep up with both Mandy’s and Linda’s expensive tastes and demands. It was hardly surprising that when he came home from work, he didn’t have the energy to give Mandy the attention she craved. But that didn’t excuse her from what she did. But I suspected that while on this cruise, she had a hidden agenda.

Mandy was sharing with Linda and I with Irene, which was fine as Irene was a really easy going and a “no stress” type of woman.

Our stateroom came complete with a balcony and two single beds, which apparently could be moved together to make a large double bed, if required. Our bathroom was spacious and had a nice shower in it.

Mandy and Linda lived in a similar stateroom, one deck above us.

Our cabin phone rang and it was Mandy informing us that lunch was waiting in the buffet restaurant. So we agreed to meet there after unpacking.

Later that day, we wandered around the ship and ended up in the piano bar.

“Oooo!” exclaimed Mandy. “I wonder who the entertainer is.”

Linda replied, “With any luck Mum, it’ll be a woman.”

Her words tinged a little irritation at her Mum’s transparency.

Mandy stuck her tongue out at her daughter and in an infantile voice replied,

“You’re just jealous because I’ve still got it at my age and you’re still looking for it!”

Linda scowled at her Mum. I knew that she still hadn’t forgiven her for walking out on her Dad and I could sense the conversation was heading for an argument. Irene had already left the bar in search of the library. I decided to follow her. I did not want to mediate another “Mother-Daughter Argument”.

Sometimes it was like living in a reality TV show.

We agreed to meet outside the main restaurant at seven thirty p.m. as our table was booked for seven forty-five.

I was dressed in knee length skirt and chiffon top. Irene dressed in a conservative white sweater and matching pants. Linda wore a figure hugging cotton dress that finished just below her bottom and kept riding up, occasionally displaying the thong she was wearing. Mandy was furious with her, calling her “cheap” and “dressing like a prostitute.” While I thought Mandy could have toned down her language, I quietly agreed that Linda should have dressed a little more appropriately for dinner.

However, Mandy’s dress code escort gaziantep bayan sitesi wasn’t much better. She was dressed was a knee length, knitted dress a which was just a little too see-through for my liking. It was easy to make out her bra and panties beneath.

Dinner was eaten in relative silence, except for the moments when both Linda and Mandy were trying their hardest to gain more than the usual amount of attention from our waiter. The poor man was embarrassed beyond belief and I really felt for him.

Mercifully, Linda didn’t join us after dinner. Complaining of a headache, she said she would get an early night.

“That’s a lie,” said Mandy, as we headed into the piano bar.

“She’ll head for the night club. But I couldn’t care less. I’m beginning to question why I even brought her on this…Hello!”

The surprise in her voice prompted me to look away from her and in the direction she was looking. I caught my breath as I saw, seated behind the piano, the most beautiful looking man I had seen in a long time. He was tanned and his “salt and pepper” hair accentuated that. When he looked over in our direction, he smiled and greeted us with, “Hi there ladies. Come on in and enjoy the show!”

He looked straight at me and smiled. I felt like I had been shot in the chest and my legs went to jelly.

Mandy was all smiles.

“Hubba hubba! He’s all mine,” she announced.

We found a table and all three of us sat down and ordered drinks from the waiter.

The room was buzzing and everyone was enjoying the show. The piano player introduced himself as Adam. He told bad jokes that seemed to raise a laugh or two, but when he sang, he melted my heart. His voice was crystal clear and in tune.

He played songs that we knew and could sing too and songs that we didn’t know but were great all the same. His love songs tugged at your heart-strings and his rock n roll songs made you tap your feet and clap your hands.

For reasons I am not clear about, the three of us suddenly uprooted and replanted ourselves around the piano. I now had a clearer view of this beautiful looking man. His smile took my breath away and I felt something that I hadn’t felt since Glenn had passed. My heart raced a little. I felt giddy, like a schoolgirl on prom night.

Mandy was trying her best to get his attention, but he seemed to focus on me.

I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or just trying to ignore Mandy.

All too soon the night was over and we had to go to our staterooms.

Mandy was bragging about how she was slowly reeling him in, like a Blue Marlin. I had a feeling her line was going to wind up empty.

As we got ready for bed, Irene said,

“The piano man was a nice looking young man.”

I smiled. Everyone was young compared to her. I said that I had put him in his late 40’s or possible early 50’s.

“A nice toy boy for you,” she replied, with a mischievous wink.

“I think Mandy’s got plans for him,” I replied.

Picking up her soap bag and towel, she touched me on the arm and said,

“But she wasn’t the one he was looking at.”

Day 2.

Mandy was late for breakfast and arrived alone, without Linda.

“I am so pissed at her,” she said, as she sat down at the table in the buffet restaurant.

It was early as we had an excursion booked, leaving just enough time for a doughnut and coffee.

“What’s happened?” asked Irene.

“Well I was right about her not going to bed straightaway. She went to the night club, had a few drinks and found herself a guy. When I opened the cabin door, I found her naked, riding the him like a Kentucky Derby winner. In my bed!”

I looked away, trying to camouflage the smile that threatened to break across my face.

“I’ve never seen a guy get up, dress and get out a place so fast in all my life,” she continued.

“He was red with embarrassment and she was red with fury because I had interrupted her orgasm. I tell you, I am on the verge of sending her home from the next port we come to.”

Normally Irene would never get involved with anything of this nature, so it surprised me when she asked,

“Why didn’t they go back to his cabin?”

“Oh that’s the best part,” replied Mandy. “His wife was asleep in his cabin.”

I couldn’t tell if Mandy was angry because she had caught Linda in her bed with a man, or that Linda had succeeded when Mandy had failed. I rather thought that Mandy could see herself in her daughter and it scared her. Having said that, if push came to shove, Mandy would have done the exact same thing and not thought twice about it.

The excursion around Messina, Sicily, was long, but interesting. But my mind kept wandering to the night before and Adam, the beautiful piano player. He had been impeccably dressed in a sports jacket, black trousers and a short sleeved dark blue shirt. Every now and then, I would catch him looking across the piano, directly at me. Those eyes. You could lose yourself in those dark escort gaziantep bayan forum brown eyes. His voice was as smooth as silk and so clear you could hear every word he sang.

I really hoped we could go there again that night.

Excursion over, we were back on the ship and ready for departure. It had been a long day and knowing that I would need some energy to get through the night, I went to the cabin and took a nap until it was time for dinner.

It was just the three of us again for dinner. Relations between Mandy and her daughter had come to a head and Linda said she would enjoy the rest of the cruise alone. Unfortunately, she couldn’t move to another cabin, but Linda told her mother that she wouldn’t be joining us for meals, shows or excursions. She told Mandy that if she found herself a single man, with his own cabin, she would hesitate to move in with him, if he wanted her too. But if that failed, she would make sure she was in bed before her mother, so that she didn’t have to talk to her.

“That kinda screws things up plans for you then, doesn’t it?” asked Irene. I mean with Linda in the cabin before you, you could hardly take a man back there could you.” Mandy just scowled at Irene, who apologised, half laughing.

If you ask me, the whole business between Linda and Mandy was quite juvenile. Mandy had a nice husband, who would have laid his life down for her. Yet she chose to leave him for someone who drank heavily, disliked Linda and was only interested in watching sports. Mandy told me once that he had quite a long cock and a pair of balls that a bull would have been proud of. Linda didn’t like Ben, because he would try to catch a look at her as went in or out of the shower. She thought of him as creepy. Mandy turned a blind eye to Linda’s accusations.

I guess you could say that Mandy was now between a rock and hard place and was looking for yet another way out. This cruise, which was supposed to be for my benefit, was beginning to look more like a Mother and Daughter cat fight.

Mandy didn’t join us in the piano bar that evening. She said something about having to sort out getting money back for the excursions that Linda wasn’t going on. So Irene and I took seats at the side of the piano and Adam welcomed us like old friends.

He played some songs that he had played the night before. But he also played new ones. There was a song he played that almost had me in bits. It was a song called “On A Bus To St. Cloud”. The words of the song speak of a break up, just before things start to get interesting. But the words can also be taken ambiguously too. They could also be interpreted as be about a person who has lost someone to death. I had to leave the bar and gather myself together. I saw Adam’s face as I left.

He looked worried.

I mouthed, “Sorry,” and walked quickly out, aware that a lot of eyes were on me.

Irene, aware of what was happening, walked with me back to the cabin.

As I sat on the end of my bed, with Irene’s arms around me for comfort, I blubbered,

“Shit! Why did he have to play that song?”

Irene tightened her grip around my shoulders and said, comfortingly,

“He doesn’t know about you. He was just playing a song.”

“I know,” I replied through painful tears. “But he was looking right at me the whole time.”

“Maybe he likes you,” she replied. “You never know.”

Day 3.

We were at sea all day, so we three ladies decided to treat ourselves. We booked spa treatments and then spent the rest of the day sunbathing. Mandy had another argument with Linda, after Mandy had not only cancelled all of Linda’s excursions with us, but had stopped Linda from putting purchases on her credit card, forcing Linda to use her own card and money. I thought that was a little harsh and told Mandy, but she replied that it was about time that Linda took responsibilities for her actions.

As Linda and Mandy left the poolside to argue in private, Irene gave me a gentle dig in my ribs and nodded her to one side. Walking towards us, carrying a soft drink can, was Adam. I don’t think that he had seen us because he almost walked passed when Irene called out to him.

He turned and smiled, greeting us with, “Ladies! How are you today?”

I found myself blushing as I looked into his eyes. He looked at me and his smile faded to a look of concern.

“Did I do something to upset you, last night?” he asked.

“Would you like to sit down?” asked Irene. “Here you can use my sun-bed. I need the bathroom.”

He thanked Irene and sat next to me.

My heart was in my throat as he asked once again, what the matter was. So as hard as it was for me to explain, I told him the whole story about Glenn’s passing. His look was one of genuine concern and he apologised profusely. I told him that it was okay as he wasn’t to know.

The evening couldn’t come fast enough. I was so looking forward to seeing Adam’s show.

Irene was tired after all the sun and so went to bed early.

Mandy escort bayan gaziantep met me in the bar and we sat at the piano.

Adam was on good form. He used his music to lift the mood, bring it down. He could break your heart with love songs and made you laugh when he changed the words to other songs.

At one point he played a song called, “I Wanna Do It With You” and was looking straight at me while he sang. Mandy leaned over to me, while he was singing and whispered,

“I’d love to do it with him.”

I was actually annoyed at what she said, but didn’t show it. I was beginning to feel as though Adam was my own personal entertainer and she had to keep her hands off of him.

I went to sleep that night thinking about him, even though I hadn’t really spoken to him, apart from the conversation by the pool, earlier. I had no real idea of who he was, or anything about him.

Still, that didn’t stop me dreaming that we were on a deserted shore and he was playing a white grand piano, dressed in a loose fitting white shirt and slacks. The waves broke around his ankles as he played and sang and I sat on a stool in front of him. Like a scene from a movie, he got up from the piano and walked over to me. He picked me up off the stool and carried me to the shore line, He laid me on the damp sand and knelt over me. I could see the passion in his eyes. I could make out a rapidly growing lump in his white slacks. As I reached up to feel the lump, he lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist, revealing a pair of tiny white panties. I felt him caress my pussy through the thin material and it sent tiny shock waves throughout my body.

As I tried to open the buttons on his fly, he pressed his index finger against my clitoris and I exploded in an orgasm which seemed to rip through my body as a large wave crashed against the rocks.

I sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide open…

DAY 4.

We were on our way in a bus around the greek island of Mykonos.

We visited churches and tiny fishing villages and ended the tour at a Greek cookie factory. It was all very nice, but my mind was elsewhere and Irene had noticed.

“You’ve been very quiet,” she said as we perused yet another postcard stand, in yet another gift shop.

“Just had stuff on my mind,” I replied.

“Glenn?”

I thought, should I lie or take her into my confidence?

“Promise you won’t tell a soul, especially Mandy, if I tell you?”

Irene nodded silently.

“It’s Adam,” I began.

“The piano player?” she asked.

I nodded. “I dreamed about him last night. An erotic dream. Irene, I’ve never had an erotic dream before, in my life.”

“Did you…you know…in your dream?” she asked, clearly not sure how to put the question.

“No,” I replied. “I woke up as he was giving me an orgasm!”

Irene smiled, slyly. “It wasn’t all bad then.” She dug her elbow, playfully into my ribs.

“For some reason, I can’t get him out of my mind,” I said.

She just looked at me, wide eyed, expecting me to say more.

“I know it’s stupid,” I continued. “We’re on holiday, he works on board and probably can’t even talk to me beyond working in the bar. When we leave the ship, I won’t ever see him again. But still he has had this affect on me.”

“It’s perfectly natural, Penny,” she replied.

“A man is paying you some attention for the first time in a long while. Your brain is just trying to it work it out. That’s why you had the dream. I shouldn’t worry about it.”

She was right, of course. But I still had butterflies in my stomach.

“For goodness sake, don’t tell Mandy. She thinks he has the hots for her. She’d blow her top if she thinks I’m competition.”

That night we all had dinner, but Irene had was very tired and retired to bed.

Mandy and I went to the bar to watch Adam perform.

He was as ever, in good voice and on form performing.

Mandy kept wriggling on her stool.

“What’s the matter with you? I asked, irritated.

“His voice just turns me on. I am damp,” she said with a sly smile.

Adam played three sets a night and Mandy wriggled through two of them. As he announced his break, she turned to me and said,

“I’m off to bed. I need to take care of this damp feeling.”

I walked her to the bar entrance, gave her hug and then went to the ladies room.

When I came back, I didn’t feel like sitting all by myself at the piano, so I sat at a table. Next to me, at another table, were a foreign couple, speaking in their own language and looking at me. The next thing I knew, the husband was standing next to me and asked if he and his wife could join me. They told me their names were Ole and Kari and that they came from Norway. They were a delightful couple and we had a nice conversation, while Adam tinkled and sang in the background.

As it was nearing the end of Adam’s performance, Ole and Kari said goodnight to me, gave me a hug and left me alone with Adam.

He announced that he was going to play his final song and informed everyone in the bar that the nightclub was open til late and that he would return at nine pm the following night. Then he started to sing “Easy” by The Commodores and moved seamlessly into “Three Times A Lady”. I’m afraid I was suddenly overwhelmed with memories of Glenn as it was his favourite song. I didn’t even look at Adam as I got up to leave and I hurried back to my stateroom.

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It was 3:58 AM and rain pitter-pattered steadily on the windows of the convent. Jessica awoke to almost pure darkness. There was no moonlight to illuminate her spartan room this evening. It had stormed on and off all night, but Jessica had slept like the dead. Her dreams had overwhelmed her with wanton Femdom lust.

‘What the hell!?’

She felt moisture on her breasts and her hands flew to them. Sure enough, her fingers were coated in milky discharge as she felt her areolas. Her nipples were lactating copiously.

‘Ugh… why?!?’

She wiped her fingers on the bedding. It was so dark in her room that Jessica couldn’t decipher the long, black habit lying atop her office chair. She had discarded it immediately upon returning to her room, but kept on her red leather bondage brassiere. She had been too exhausted to remove the complex network of buckles, straps and zippers that made up her lingerie. If she was honest, she wanted to sleep in it.

Now that she was awake, her left hand found her long, fat cock instinctually. She could feel the red leather straps digging into her supple mocha skin and it heightened her desire as she began lewdly masturbating. Her morning wood needed little encouragement and her bulging brown sack ached with the need for release.

Jessica had heard the term “blue balls” when she was younger but could only guess what it felt like until now. She hadn’t climaxed since getting her ass rimmed and receiving her first taste of sweet male nectar the night before. Her libido was through the roof and her need to cum was desperate.

She began moaning lightly as her hand glided back and forth, the pleasurable sensations intensifying rapidly as her smooth palm slipped up and down her slick, meaty cock. Had she been leaking pre-cum in her sleep? Or was this residual filth from her encounter with Francis? Jessica decided that it didn’t matter. It felt amazing.

She plunged her right hand below her ass, lifted the leather strap that ran down her crack and began massaging her rosebud with her middle finger. She moved it around her pucker in slow circles and within minutes she was biting her lip to avoid crying out in elation.

‘Fuck! So good!!! But I better put a condom on or this is going to be a huge fucking mess…’

She summoned every ounce of her will and released her rapidly stiffening rod. She reached over the bedside and fumbled around in the dark for her bag. Thankfully it was just within reach and she snatched one of the XXL magnum condoms she’d purchased.

Jessica tore the plastic tab open and rolled the rubbery sheath down her shaft; making sure to leave plenty of room at the head. Even the biggest condom Forbidden Fruit offered barely covered two thirds of her fully engorged length. The latex strained around her considerable girth and to her surprise, feeling latex tight around her cock only turned her on more.

‘Goddamn, I must have a latex fetish if I actually like condoms. Every guy I was ever with only complained about having to wear them. I don’t know why… it feels so nice.”

She laid back and resumed her long, needy strokes without delay. Her right hand found her back door once again and she probed it with increasing need. She plunged the tip of her finger into her ass and started making circles around the inside of her pucker. Her left hand pistoned up and down her latex covered shaft, her orgasm building rapidly.

‘OH FUCK! YESSSSSS!!! FUCK YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!’

Jessica bit her tongue as her climax hit her like a mac truck. Her body convulsed in pleasure as thick ropes of hot nut shot out of her flesh hose and congealed in the top of the extra large condom. Her hand was a blur, gliding back and forth as gob after gob of sticky paste erupted from her tip; filling the condom and expanding it into a perverse balloon animal of tightly packed jizz.

Jessica could only watch the cum balloon grow as her balls emptied into the slick sheath. Her back lifted off the bed as she jacked herself furiously. Finally her eyes rolled back and her head hit the pillow as the final buttery spurts shot out of her cum cannon. The tension seeped out of her body in a relaxing wave leaving only endorphins and intense euphoria.

She lay in the dark groping her breasts through the leather harness; milking the orgasm for every ounce of pleasure before running her left hand through her hair. As morning rituals went, Jessica liked this much better than anything she’d ever done as a Sister of Guadalupe.

She gazed at the ceiling as she recovered, formulating her plans for Father Francis that day. Before long, a faint glow emerged in the center of the room and slowly grew in intensity. Jessica wasn’t surprised this time. On the contrary, she had been expecting another visit.

The light gathered, dispersed and Lilith was given form once again. Jessica sat up and leaned back against her headboard, examining yet another guise her strange benefactor had taken on. This time she appeared in purple flesh from head to toe; black tribal tattoos scattered across her mostly naked body. She had no wings, but her tail and horns remained; sprouting from her temple and rear respectively. Silky, white, shoulder length hair framed her head and her eyes glowed the color of turquoise.

Her purple breasts were massive with metal studs piercing both nipples prominently. An absurdly large cock hung from Lilith’s pelvis and was sheathed in shiny black latex. Jessica had never even imagined a cock that huge. It looked like it belonged on a horse more than a humanoid. Matching her massive cock sleeve were shoulder length gloves and thigh high boots; the latex gleaming in the glow surrounding the demonic shemale.

Lilith placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head, proudly displaying her endowments to Jessica.

“Greetings my disciple.”

“Good evening Mistress” Jessica said, bowing her head slightly. “If I may be so bold, how many forms do you have?”

“As many as I please.”

Lilith offered a throaty chuckle, her haughty expression highlighted by a Cheshire grin. Her fleshy purple tail swayed behind her as she spoke.

“You did very well last night my little Felicita. I am pleased.”

“Thank you Mistress. I mainly followed your advice. My impulses drove me. I can’t remember the last time I felt that alive!”

“Good. That was but a small taste of the joys that await you.”

“I do wish you had told me the pheromones and my touch wouldn’t work on a gay man.”

Lilith snickered.

“What did you expect? You can’t magnify an attraction that doesn’t exist. Zero times a thousand is still zero.”

Jessica smirked. In retrospect, it did seem obvious.

“No matter. You adapted and overcame. He is yours now and as his hunger grows you will find that he is *very* attracted to you. He will crave your essence until the end of his days.”

Jessica pulled the condom off her softening member and tied it at the end. She lifted the weighty cum balloon, examining it in the faint light that radiated from Lilith. There must have been half a pint of semen bulging at the end of the latex sleeve. She tossed it over the bed and it rolled across the floor with a faint sloshing sound.

“But isn’t that cruel? To deny someone their true sexual nature?”

“You are denying nothing. You have *exposed* his true nature. Men have always needed the guiding hand of a strong woman. Throughout most of history, they have not received it. Thus, the horrendous state of your world. We are going to change that and set the world on a better path.”

“Hmmm…” Jessica brought one hand to her chin, lost in contemplation.

Being desperate for sexual liberation and release, Jessica had taken the first step, but Lilith could tell she wasn’t yet fully convinced of the righteousness of their cause.

“Sex is perhaps the most profound of Yahweh’s designs. But like so many things, he dogmatically boxed it in. He demanded its potential go unexplored. This has done incalculable damage to the development of your kind. Jessica, you have to start thinking of sex as a weapon, because it’s been used as one against women since the beginning. We are going to change that and give women their turn at the helm. An opportunity which they are long overdue.”

Lilith hovered closer to the bed, the light shifting more strongly on Jessica as Lilith demanded her eyes turn back to the well hung Demoness.

“And, if Francis serves you well, there’s no reason you can’t let him play with another male pet. Under your guidance, of course. So worry not about your new slave. Under your heel, he will find more sexual fulfillment than he ever dreamed of. The new world will be a better one for all, and we are only just beginning. The possibilities are limitless.”

Jessica perked up at that thought. Mischief and arousal entered her eyes, her mind already churning on the endless opportunities her new life would offer.

“As you say, but what comes next? Enslaving men is useful, but I can’t play overseer to all of them! And what about the sisters?”

“Yes, you need allies and the ideal place to start is right here.”

“How do I do that?”

Lilith held out her right hand and a leather crop materialized in her grip. She pointed it at Jessica, first down at her flaccid ten inches and then raised it to her ample breasts.

“You have two weapons. You’ve learned to use one. Now use the other.”

Jessica’s hands went to her breasts. They were still moist with milky secretion.

“You mean… the lactation? How do I use that?”

“Don’t you remember our first meeting?”

Jessica thought back. Lilith had appeared and made her the offer. She had drank from the chalice and then… of course! Lilith’s breasts had been lactating.

“Alright, so I dose the sisters with this…” she said wiping her fingers across her left breast “…and then what happens?”

“They become like you.”

Jessica’s eyes opened wide.

‘Holy fuck! No… UNHOLY fuck!’

The scope of Lilith’s plan was beginning to sink in. This was Gremlins, only with cock wielding Succubi instead of toothy little goblins. This was an outbreak of female domination and Jessica was patient zero. In a few months St. Michael’s would be unrecognizable. In a couple years, it could be a very different world.

The seriousness of the situation hit her full force and yet, she couldn’t help but find wisdom in Lilith’s words. Was lust overwhelming escort kahramanmaraş bayan her reason? No, this was about justice as well. This was the chance to change the power dynamics between men and women. This would be a first in thousands of years of human history.

“Very well. I’ll begin tomorrow then.”

“Excellent. I know you will not disappoint me.”

Lilith floated back towards the center of the room. Her cock had stiffened; straining against the thick latex of the shiny, jet black sleeve. Jessica could only imagine the thoughts that were pulsing through her mind. Perhaps visions of Earth as a Femdom paradise were the cause of her arousal.

“Dawn approaches. I take my leave. Some day, with your help, I will be stronger than I am now. Perhaps I will claim dominion over the day… and many other things.”

Jessica raised a hand as Lilith prepared to depart.

“Mistress! One more thing, if I may?”

“Quickly.”

“God. You spoke his Hebrew name… is he not watching as we do all this? Will he not be angry? Should we not fear his vengeance?”

Lilith’s laugh started as a low, throaty rumble before erupting into a sustained gale. She threw her head back and her curvy body shook for several long moments as she chortled with glee, her massive dong now at full, rigid attention.

“My child… If Yahweh cared what happened here, do you think I would have gotten this far? No, he’s forsaken humanity. I think he’s forsaken this plane of existence entirely. He’s off in some other corner of the great beyond doing who knows what. He has as much regard for this world as the ant you crush beneath your boot. When our work is done, he may finally take notice, but by then it will be too late.”

Lilith’s disdainful laughter sang out once more and within seconds her form evaporated into the darkness. Her cackles echoed briefly before the room settled back into pitch black silence.

Jessica slipped back down into the bed sheets and tried to get comfortable. She tossed and turned a bit before finding the right position, her mind reeling from the enormity of the task before her. Jessica pined to have someone, anyone, by her side in that moment. She had spent many lonely nights in the convent, but had never felt quite so alone as she did now.

* * * * *

It was just after noon and Jessica was in the kitchen preparing a gallon of sweet tea. Nobody could call her a cook with a straight face, but sweet tea had been a staple in the Christiano household and her mother’s recipe was one of the few staples Jessica had learned before she passed away. The sisters had grown to love it, especially during the hot Texas summers when such drinks were needed to stay refreshed. Jessica had been only too happy to whip up a fresh batch today.

She finished stirring the amber liquid and then poured it from the pitcher into three drinking glasses on a tray. She looked over her shoulder in both directions to ensure no one was nearby before reaching into her habit and retrieving a small glass bottle and a dropper. She carefully drew the liquid into the dropper before depositing several beads of her breast milk into each glass and stirring each drink.

She quickly pocketed the bottle and dropper back in her habit before moving to the freezer and retrieving an ice tray. She dropped a few cubes into each glass before putting the ice back and carefully lifting the tray. Jessica took a deep breath as she exited the kitchen and strode through the hallways that led back to the courtyard.

A few lingering doubts assailed her consciousness, but she swatted them away like insects. Jessica was committed now. The world had to change and she would be a coward not to use the power she’d been given. How many billions of women had lived, suffered and died without that opportunity? How many millions of children had been raped by the clergy? How many women like Jessica and the Sisters of Guadalupe had lived lives of quiet desperation, brainwashed into thinking it was proper and normal?

‘No more.’

She exited the back door into the brilliant light and searing temperature of Austin midday. Her thick robe began soaking in the heat immediately, a predicament she’d become sadly accustomed to over the years. Jessica wasted no time making her way back to the picnic table where sisters Victoria, Abigail and Evelyn were sitting. The table was under a tall oak tree and she sighed with relief as she entered the shade and set the tray down before them.

“Thank god!” Evelyn announced, wasting no time grabbing one of the glasses and taking her first swig. “And thank you sister!” She said with a nod to Jessica.

Evelyn was a plump, busty blonde in her late 40s with a thick southern accent. The habit could do nothing to hide her wide hips and considerable curves. She was definitely one of the most opinionated of the sisters but also one of the friendliest. She was a hard worker and always the first to volunteer for new assignments.

“Yes, thank you” said sister Abigail as she reached for her drink as well.

If Evelyn had an opposite it was definitely Abigail, which was amusing since they were good friends. Seeing them together was like watching a Laurel and Hardy routine. Abigail was a little older than Evelyn, but shorter, slender and much more poised. Although she spoke up less, the raven haired sister had a quiet confidence and a subtle beauty to her thin features.

“Thank youuuuuuuu” Vicky exclaimed with an eager smile before taking up her glass. She started downing the cool beverage without hesitation. Wisps of her auburn hair seeped out of her veil, as usual. Both her face and the bathing habit she was wearing were smudged brown, indicating that she’d been working in the fields.

“Aren’t you having any?” Abigail inquired.

“Oh, I had a glass before I left the kitchen. Couldn’t wait.”

“Don’t blame ya hun” Evelyn interjected “but what about lunch? Are you girls gonna make me eat by my lonesome again?”

Vicky groaned, tilting her head to the sky. “Ugh… it’s too hot to eat.”

“I’ll wait for supper, thank you” Abigail replied.

Jessica shrugged and offered Evelyn a thin smile, implying that she wasn’t particularly hungry either.

“Fine, suit yourselves! I’m not shy” she proclaimed before biting into an apple and unwrapping the sandwich she’d brought.

“How’s the garden coming along?” Jessica asked.

“Good!” Victoria responded cheerfully. “We’re just about ready for fall planting. What’s Momma Soups got you doing today?”

“Well, I was on laundry duty this morning, but I’m headed off campus in a bit. Won’t be back until after dinner.”

“You’re excused for the day? What holy miracle is this?” Abigail asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Well, I’m not yet, but I will be after Father Francis talks to Helen. He’s starting a new outreach program and he’s chosen me to help out.”

“Ooooh, lucky you!” Vicky exclaimed.

“She has a title, you know! You shouldn’t call Mother Superior by her first name” Evelyn chided in between bites of her lunch.

“If the program has anything to do with kids, I’d rather stay here and scrub floors” Abigail stated flatly.

“Aw, cmon! Kids aren’t so bad!” Vicky voiced enthusiastically. “Children or not, if Father Francis wants more help with the program, let me know! I’d love to get out of here more often.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” Jessica replied, collecting the tray from the table. “Speaking of which, I have to meet up with him soon. You ladies enjoy the rest of your break.”

“Ladies? Hah! That’s a good one” Evelyn snickered, nudging Abigail in the ribs.

Vicky giggled. Abigail simply rolled her eyes.

The sisters said their goodbyes and Jessica turned and trudged back to the main building. She paused once to look over her shoulder, observing her fellow nuns as they chatted away.

Tomorrow would be a new beginning for them as well. They would be frightened and even less aware of what was happening then Jessica was on her first morning. In the coming days she would observe them carefully and approach them one at a time in secret. She would reveal only that the same thing had happened to her, not how or why. It would have to be that way, for now.

Jessica would guide them slowly into their new roles. If all went as planned, they would serve as the Succubus vanguard in her takeover of St. Michael’s and the convent.

* * * * *

It was just a half hour later when Jessica and Francis met up. They leisurely made their way from his home back to the other side of the campus where the convent was located. Francis was dressed in his usual black from neck to toe and carried a backpack containing the items Jessica had instructed him to bring. She had called him earlier that morning and outlined her plan to get them off church grounds more often.

There was a strong breeze sailing through the trees and walkways that surrounded St. Michael’s. It made the walk almost pleasant despite the hot summer conditions. As they passed before the church, Mother Superior could be seen in the distance walking toward them. Francis and Jessica both stopped and waited for her at the large water fountain that rested between the dual stairs leading up to the church’s front doors.

“Reverend Mother!” Francis called out with a wave. “What good luck! We were just on our way to see you.”

“Is that right?” Mother Superior replied as she came to a stop before them. She eyed Jessica suspiciously, but put on a warm smile for Francis. “Always a pleasure, Father.”

Reverend Mother Helen Louise Delarosa was exactly the kind of person you’d expect, based on her title. A medium build woman entering her sunset years wearing a thin pair of glasses and a perpetual scowl. She was tough as nails and ran the Sisters of Guadalupe with strictness bordering on cruelty.

Jessica had not developed a good relationship with her over the years, but they had managed to live together in the convent despite many tense encounters. Until now, that had involved Jessica doing whatever Helen told her to, an arrangement the younger woman couldn’t wait to upend.

“Good afternoon Revered Mother” Jessica said with a slight bow. She was rarely so formal, especially with the old crone, but she wanted Helen in as good a mood as possible.

“Yes!” said Francis “I needed to speak with you on a matter of some importance escort kapalı gaziantep bayan and it concerns Sister Jessica as well.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“As I’m sure you’re aware, Bishop Everson has made outreach our top priority. If we don’t start filling these pews again, St. Michael’s isn’t long for this world. To that end, I’m beginning a new program to extend our reach into the city. Businesses, sports leagues, community centers and whichever schools will have us! We’re going to see what we can do for them in exchange for word-of-mouth and a chance to leave our materials where people can find them.”

“I see. And what is this new program called?” the Reverend Mother asked skeptically.

“We don’t have an official title just yet. I was thinking of calling it “Bridges to Christ”, but Sister Jessica made an excellent point…” Francis answered, gesturing to her.

“It’s just, a less overtly religious title might be better. Many people hear “Christ” and immediately run in the other direction” Jessica stated cautiously.

“Yes, there’s some truth to that, I suppose” Mother Superior nodded solemnly. “A sad state of affairs indeed.”

“So, as you see” Francis continued “Sister Jessica has already shown great insight and I think her aid would really propel this effort! In addition, I’m drowning in paperwork and the church can scarcely afford to hire me an assistant, so with your permission…”

“Say no more Father. You have no idea how many headaches this one has caused me, but perhaps this will be good for her. Maybe she’ll even learn some manners in your company! Sister Jessica may assist you in the afternoons and evenings until further notice.” Helen held up her index finger as she made her final point, her stony gaze fixed on the young woman. “As long as she keeps up with her morning duties, that is.”

Jessica forced herself into a thin smile and another slight nod, desperately trying to look grateful.

“Splendid! Thank you so much Revered Mother” Francis replied as he placed his hands over hers and they shared a mutual bow of respect.

“Don’t mention it, Father. Good luck to you.”

“Yes, well, I guess we’ll be going then! We have a lot of work to do.”

“And I’m off to pray” the Abbess replied. “I’ll see you later.”

Jessica and Francis walked toward the parking lot, both silent until they were well out of ear shot.

“That woman has never seen a dick in her life.”

Francis snickered. “Oh cmon, she’s not that bad. She’s put up with you for this long, hasn’t she?”

“Yeah, because she had to” Jessica responded dryly. “You bring everything I told you?”

“I did” he answered plainly.

“Good. I can’t wait to get out of here!”

They continued on in silence for a few moments, their shoes clacking on the hot pavement. Then Francis decided it was his turn to be a bit mischievous.

“I wonder what would happen if you pulled up that habit and showed her your true self?”

“She’d have a heart attack and drop dead. Don’t tempt me.”

Francis belted out a loud laugh, his voice echoing across the church campus with mirth for the first time in months.

“So where are we actually going?”

Jessica turned and looked at him, this time with a genuine smile. “Somewhere fun.”

* * * * *

The mocha skinned nun tugged on Francis’ leash as she led him through the parking lot in one of Austin’s red light districts. They were headed toward the back entrance of a large building. A sign proudly displayed the name of the establishment in shiny black: “The Rubber Room.” Jessica had traded the priest collar for his slave collar before they got out of the car and Francis was oozing apprehension.

“What if someone from the parish recognizes us?!?”

Jessica sighed, stopping briefly and turning to him.

“One of your 500 parishioners? In a city of 900,000? Here? In the middle of a week day? Chill, Frankie.”

She yanked his leash more harshly, eager to get inside and complete her conquest of her newly minted slave. They walked up some crude concrete steps and slipped in the back door of the dimly lit club. Booming techno music with highly suggestive lyrics assaulted their senses immediately. The thunderous sounds thrummed through the dark hallway as they made their way to reception.

They reached a wide counter area with a woman standing behind it. The sides of her head were completely shaved and a single column of thick, jet black hair ran up her scalp and trailed behind her. Her face was pale white, which made the rings of black mascara and midnight lipstick stand out even more. Her ears, nose and tongue were all pierced.

“Hey! I’m Claire. Welcome to The Rubber Room.” The plucky goth woman seemed amused as she scanned the couple. “You guys doing a religious role play thing?”

“Not anymore” Jessica answered as she lifted the veil off her head; her long brown locks tumbling free. “How much for one of your dungeon suites?”

“A hundred and fifty for two hours” Claire responded before blowing and popping a bubble with her bright pink gum.

“Fully equipped?”

“Every toy and device you could want.”

“What about clothes?”

“This your first time here?” Claire inquired.

Jessica nodded.

“Normally there’s a separate fee, but since this is your first visit, we’ll waive it.”

“Awesome. You got a catsuit in my size? Maybe some leather boots in 7 1/2 or 8?”

“Easy peasy” she replied.

“What about him?” Jessica asked, pulling on Francis’ leash and bringing him to the forefront. “Something full-body in his size? Preferably latex?”

Claire looked him up and down, studying his proportions.

“Yeah, we got a suit in his size, but it was just used. It’s still drying out. Haven’t had a chance to spot clean it yet.”

“That’s fine, we’ll take it” Jessica said, a glimmer of excitement in her voice.

Claire looked puzzled. “You want a dirty gimp suit that a stranger just wore?”

“The dirtier the better” Jessica responded with a toothy smile.

Francis winced, his face sinking into a noticeable cringe.

* * * * *

“This is so gross.” Francis grumbled.

He was hooded and sealed in the black gimp suit, lying face down on a rubber padded bondage horse. His arms and legs had been pulled down and secured to each leg of the sturdy device by the wrist and ankle cuffs Jessica had applied. She had chosen this device out of many in the dungeon because it was already at the perfect height to accommodate her, but there were many more pieces of bondage furniture she looked forward to trying in the future.

“Shut up!” Jessica admonished as she pulled a pair of black latex gloves over her hands. She was similarly sealed from neck to toe in a pale yellow cat suit. She purred in delight as she smoothed the second layer of rubber over her digits. The black leather thigh highs Claire had brought her were a tight fit, but Jessica didn’t mind. The gripping sensation just made it even hotter.

As soon as she’d zipped him up in the back, Francis had been sealed in the sweat and filth of some other submissive. Who knows how long that stranger had been in the suit before him, getting fucked, abused and shooting his seed all over. He couldn’t think of another time in his life that he’d felt so utterly soiled.

“What if I catch some…”

“Stop complaining or I’ll gag you” she cut him off.

“You’re going to gag me anyway.”

Jessica chuckled; her throaty laughter and footsteps echoing in the cool dungeon. The clacking of stilettos marked her path as she walked around the fuck horse, examining her immobilized slut. Francis eyed the wall before him lined with crops, floggers, ropes, chains, strapons and other toys. He studied the impressive collection until his Mistress strode into view. Jessica’s impressive endowment jutted from the opening in her latex suit, her heavy brown sack hanging below it.

She seized her member and began stroking it up and down eagerly, the cool latex gloves feeling heavenly on her hot, naked flesh. She approached him, bringing the tip of her weapon ever closer to his mouth as she leisurely masturbated herself.

“Feeling thirsty yet?”

“Thirsty, Mistress?”

“Hmmm, I guess it hasn’t been long enough. You will be soon! And then you’ll be begging for it.”

She gave his hooded face a playful pat and then turned, making her way to the wall of toys. Jessica examined the trove of naughty implements before ***********ing a flexible 10 inch cock from the wall. She also fetched a length of chain with clips on each end and the longest strapon harness she could find. The excited Domina made her way back to Francis with a wicked grin, the assortment of toys dangling from her hands.

“This is better anyway. You need training before you take me in your throat again. I didn’t even come close to bottoming out. I expect you to do better next time.”

“Yes Mistress” he replied, his nervousness building along with his curiosity.

Francis didn’t have to wonder what she planning for very long. She inserted the lengthy black dildo into the strapon harness and installed it, base down, just below his face. The fleshy length bent to one side as Jessica pulled the straps around the bottom of the bondage horse; buckling it securely in place. She adjusted the base so it was exactly below his mouth before seizing the shiny shaft and giving his face a few slaps with the cock.

“Alright bitch, I think you know where this goes.”

She brought the tip to his mouth and pushed his head down. Six inches of slick rubber dong glided into his maw.

“Keep it in your mouth until I say otherwise.”

Francis held still, his saliva already starting to build up along the thick, rubbery shaft as Jessica clicked the length of chain onto the O ring of his collar. She then wound the chain below the horse, brought it back up to his collar, looped it through the O ring and pulled it almost all the way through before clicking it secure. She examined the chain carefully, making sure he had no more than two inches of slack.

“Ok, you may take your mouth off.”

Francis pulled his face upward, the phlegmy length beginning to exit his lips until the chain rattled and he was jolted to a stop. There was still four inches of cock lodged in his mouth and he could go no further.

“Perfect!”

Jessica placed kaliteli gaziantep escort bayan her left hand on the top of his head and pushed his latex clad face down firmly. Francis sputtered, grunted and emitted moist gagging sounds as she pressed his lips all the way to the base of the long cock. His eyes bulged and his throat revolted, closing around the rubbery shaft and trying to expel it.

She held his head down for fifteen seconds, forcing him to accept all 10 inches of rubber cock meat as delicious slobbering noises emitted from his cheeks and nose. Finally, she released him and his face slid up the shaft, a small river of viscous phlegm drooling down the shiny latex cock. He gasped for air, his mouth still contending with several inches of gagging penis.

Jessica’s cheeks became rosy with giddiness and her cock grew as hard as a steel beam. She said nothing as she walked off, grabbing Francis’ bag and rifling through it.

“Ah, there’s my snack.”

She opened a small plastic bag and extracted the weighty condom. It wasn’t full by any means, but it had a nice little bulge, fresh with his seed. She untied the end, rolled it down and dumped its contents into her mouth, devouring the creamy load in seconds.

The rush followed, a combination of soothing balm to her throat and stomach, but a warm, pulsing lust growing through the rest of her body. Her cock, breasts and ass tingled with need and she crossed back to the fuck horse, empty condom in hand. She could feel the latex wrapped around her body even more profoundly now that she’d partaken of male cum. Her only appendage that wasn’t trapped in slick warm smoothness was her rock hard fourteen inches and she wanted it in his ass immediately.

She pulled down the zipper at his back passage with excited haste, extracting his cock and balls from the thick gimp suit and sliding the used condom back over his semi-hard prick. Jessica inserted two gloved fingers into his pucker, his pale white flesh ringed with a slight redness. She swirled them around, digging in and out several times before pulling her fingers free and examining them.

“Good. You followed my instructions. You will do that EACH TIME you evacuate yourself. You will be clean as a whistle and ready to be fucked at all times. IS THAT CLEAR?”

“Yeth mithreth” he intoned around the slick rubber invader.

Jessica couldn’t wait a second longer. Her body was aching with need as she stepped in behind him and lined her thick brown missile up with his small vanilla rosebud. She pressed in firmly, her fat cock gliding in inch after warm inch with unyielding pressure. As her massive member sank to the halfway mark, Francis started groaning and pulling at his bonds in futility.

“MMMMLLLGGOOOLLMMPPHHHH!!!”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, grabbing the back his hood and pushing fiercely. She plummeted his slut mouth back down all ten inches of slimy latex dick as her own cock burrowed ever deeper into his moist, fleshy tunnel.

“Don’t just gag on it, bitch, SUCK IT!”

Francis’ arm and wrist cuffs rattled as he pulled on them uselessly, his throat glomming and sputtering as Jessica allowed him to bob upward slightly, then plunged his sucking face back down to the base of the strapon.

“Do you know what this is Frankie? This is YOUR LIFE, NOW. COCK 24/7!”

She released his head and his mouth glided upward, globs of sticky filth running down the spit shined shaft as he slobbered and retched.

“And you love it, don’t you?”

*SMACK*

The sudden painful swat to his ass caught Francis by surprise; so focused he’d been on trying to inhale oxygen around ten inches of spongy rubber dick.

“YETH MITHRETH.”

“SAY YOU LOVE IT!!!”

“IILUUBBIIIIIIIII!”

Jessica delivered several more stinging swats to his latex covered cheeks, then grabbed his hips forcefully and began pumping her fat phallus into him hard and fast. She plowed him with increasing hunger, a bit more of her impossibly thick length sinking in deeper with each thrust.

His asshole stretched painfully around her girth, the sex crazed shemale determined to bury every inch of her glistening rod into his warm, welcoming hole. Jessica closed her eyes and began moaning loudly as she tunneled ever deeper. Every inch of her shaft tingled with growing pleasure as she took her slave brutally.

After a long stretch of frenzied fucking Jessica finally sank her cock all the way home, her fat brown orbs pressing harshly against his smaller white sack. Her bucking came to a stop as she sighed gleefully. She kept her staff buried in him as his tormented pucker slowly grew used to her full insertion. She grabbed his head once more and pushed his face down the increasingly sloppy rubber length.

“GHHHMMMMPPLLLMMMIIIMBILLLUUUUKKK”

Jessica held his face down, her enormous rubber clad breasts pressed into his back as she made small circular motions with her hips; stretching his ass further with her considerable girth.

“How’s that feel Frankie? I think this is what they call “air tight.” This is your first time, but it sure as hell won’t be your last!”

She released his hood and began sawing in and out of his well abused asshole with extreme need. Wet gagging noises spurted from Francis’ throat and mouth; his neck muscles tiring from the exertion of trying to hold his head at the top of the sizable dong.

Jessica’s moans transformed into wails of pleasure. She fucked her bound slave so hard that the bondage horse began jolting and inching across the floor. Her bloated sack smacked into Francis’ scrotum with each powerful thrust.

“Gonna fill you up slut! Take it!!! OH GOD! YESSSSSSS!!!”

Jessica screamed in orgasm as her throbbing member exploded in his ass. Francis grunted loudly as copious streams of hot yogurt blasted into his depths with each impassioned thrust. The climax crazed Domina groped, clawed and spanked him furiously, assaulting his back and flanks as she continued thrusting and cumming into her immobilized cock sleeve. Thick jizzum spurted from his ass, coating Jessica’s lower body and drizzling all over the floor.

As she continued spearing his well stretched fuck hole, Francis felt his own body betray him. His prostate tingled with each sloppy thrust until his body shook in orgasm. Francis quivered in his latex prison and pulled at his leather bonds. He moaned around the cock still lodged in his throat as his rock hard member shot gobs of thick paste into the greasy pre-used condom. His pleasurable muffles grew louder as Jessica fired the last of her god-like load into his blown out bottom.

Jessica’s thrusts slowly came to a stop, the mocha Dominatrix panting slightly from her long exertion. She was still glowing with orgasm as she pulled her swollen cock from his cum slathered hole. She felt herself all over, groping her breasts, thighs and ass through the lovely cat suit and savoring the wave of ecstasy channeling through her latex wrapped body.

As her high began to fade, she reached down and stroked Francis’ cock, giving him some small relief from the pounding he’d just taken. She trailed her hand downward and felt the warm pocket of spunk in the bottom of the condom.

“Mmmmm, you just came with me Frankie… You really are just a little butt slut, aren’t you?”

Francis bellowed a series of affirmative grunts around his cock gag.

“I bet you want me to come unhook that thing from your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yeth miththreth!”

“Just one problem…” she proclaimed as she pulled the warm, cream filled sleeve from his shrinking dick. “As soon as I drink this, I’ll be ready to go again.”

* * * * *

After a long hour of debauchery Jessica sat on the “royal throne”, a luxury chair that was another fixture of the dungeon. It had a trap door that allowed one to bind their submissive below the chair and sit on their face, but Francis wasn’t under it. He had earned his rest and Jessica had parked him on a leather ottoman at the base of her lofty seat.

She had removed his hood but left him locked in the gimp suit for now. They would have to undress and get ready to leave soon, but for the moment they could relax and enjoy the afterglow. His leash rested on the side of the throne as Jessica pulled a pack of cigarettes from her bag and lit one up. She hadn’t enjoyed the soothing rush of nicotine in many years.

Francis looked up at his commanding, cat-suited Goddess. Her expression was one of pure satisfaction as she crossed her booted legs. She inhaled deeply and gazed down at her collared slut.

“Cigarettes now too? You certainly have gone from obedient nun to avatar of sin in a hurry.”

“I’m making up for lost time. And I no longer believe hedonism is a sin. Not sure I believe in sin at all, anymore.”

“You know how bad those are for you, right?”

“They’re just for after a romp. I’m not planning to develop a habit.”

“Indeed, you seem intent on discarding all your habits.”

Jessica laughed. It was a cheesy pun, but she enjoyed that kind of cheeky humor.

“You want to grab a burger or something?” Francis invited. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

“Hell yes! If I have to eat vegetable stew and hard rolls one more time, I’m gonna lose it!”

It was Francis’ turn to chuckle, but then the room fell silent for a few moments.

“How long do you think we’ll get away with this? Before they kick us both out, I mean.”

Jessica took another drag and held it for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of wispy smoke.

“I don’t see why it ever needs to end.”

“Really? And how is that going to work?”

“Don’t you worry about a thing puta padre. I have a plan.”

“I bet you do” Francis replied as he folded his arms over his latex clad chest. “You know, I used to think Helen was the most formidable woman I’d ever met, but those days are over. You are, by far, the most fearsome woman in our parish.”

Jessica knocked the ash from her cigarette and leaned down from her chair, her face drawing closer to his. Her stare was cold and impassive.

“Is that what you think?”

Francis’ hands dropped to his sides and he leaned back slightly.

“Y-yeah…”

She reached out and tapped his nose gently with a single gloved finger.

“Good.”

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James looked across the car. She had been staring out that window for the past two hours. Silently. That was shocking enough. The woman never shut up. It was one of the things that he loved about her, how completely open, honest and transparent she was.

And one that annoyed the crap out of him. Normally he liked quiet. That was why he had bought this place when he sold his first video game…for more fucking money than he thought he would make in a lifetime. Isolated on the Welsh coast, he could go days without seeing a single person if he wanted.

But the quiet now disturbed him. She had not said a word since her simple, “Yes Sir,” in the café. For two whole fucking hours she just sat and looked at the dreary scenery passing outside the window. It was what she had been doing for months, probably for years. Keeping safely quiet while life passed her by. But no more.

He turned onto the single lane road that led to his bungalow. It was hidden in an alcove of trees less than a hundred metres from the raging sea. He loved to just sit and listen to the waves pounding against the rocks. Its eternal rhythm gave him peace that little else could. Except for her.

When she was not pissing him off, like she was now, that is. He meant it. He was not allowing her to throw her life away the way that stupid asshole had his. The way the man tossed her and her love about as carelessly as he did everything and everyone else. Like the whole fucking world owed him. He had used his illness to elicit sympathy from everyone, especially her. Used it like a mask to hide his arrogance and selfishness.

James gripped the wheel tighter as he took the sharp right turn that would bring his bungalow into view. He smiled at the gasp its harsh stone beauty elicited from her. It was the same response he had when the estate agent first showed him the property.

“It’s beautiful,” her voice was breathy and cracked a bit on each syllable like she had not used it much lately. Which was probably pretty damned close to the truth.

“Thank you,” was his only response to all the questions that shone in her bright eyes. There would be time for those later. He opened his door and walked around the car to open hers. She hesitated for a long moment when he held out his hand to her. He frowned and prepared for another battle. But in the end, she simply placed her fingers in his and allowed him to help her from the car.

It was only a dozen or so step to the small wooden porch that wrapped about the whole ground level of stone edifice. He helped her up the couple of steps while he dug the keys out of his pocket. He so rarely bothered to lock the place, isolated and hidden as it were. But he had been cautious knowing he would be away overnight.

Looking at her now, he wondered. Had he known all along? That he would bring her back with him. Had that been the secret plan he hid even from his own consciousness? Had he gone with the intention of spiriting her away like some captive bride? Not that it fucking mattered. She was here now. He held open the door and waited. “After you, princess.”

Her mouth dropped open as she took in the large open plan kitchen, dining and living room. The stone fireplace that heated the bungalow even on the coldest of Welsh winter nights took up almost a whole wall. His collection of hand-painted military figurines was arranged neatly on its mantle. It was a hobby that had always appealed to his need for detail.

A large leather sectional took up most of the rest of the room. A thick carpet and coffee table where he kept his laptop and whatever he was working on at the time filled the rest of the space between the sofa and fireplace. Off to the side was a small round wooden table and chairs, though he could never once remember eating there. He usually ate on the sofa or his bedroom while he worked.

The large country kitchen had never held much appeal to him. But he could see the light in her eyes at the neat and orderly space. Her quick intake of breath when she saw the auger caused him to laugh. “I am not much of a cook, but we will adıyaman escort bayan go into town tomorrow and pick up some things for you.”

She looked back at him and he saw the tightness in her jaw as she bit back whatever smartass reply had popped into her beautiful head. Instead she dropped her eyes and replied, “Thank you, Sir.”

One part of him was pleased with her obedience. But another louder portion knew that he must break it. She had spent five years burying herself beside that bastard in a grave that he dug slowly and meticulously. He had watched the transformation from his sassy and self-assured friend to that man’s docile little slave. Claire might be a natural sub but she was not a slave. But as always she subverted her own needs, becoming what the other person needed, giving too much of herself to a man that did not deserve to even kiss her boots.

The last thing he wanted was for her to lose herself in him the way that she had always done with the others. He did not want her trying to change, to become whatever he thought was the perfect sub. He wanted her to be her. The woman he had known for eight years…giving, fiery, intelligent, and passionate. He wanted the woman he fell in love with back.

“Drop the coat,” he commanded. He smiled as the command reignited the fire in her green eyes. She opened her mouth. But then closed it and dropped her eyes even as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on the coat. She obeyed…a bit too easily.

“Hang it up on the hooks next to the door. Your bag too,” he ordered. He studied her as she walked compliant across the room. The corset was punched in the back. Obviously too large after all the weight she had lost. Her legs were covered in black silk stockings, the old-fashioned kind with the seam up the back.

They were perfectly straight. Just as she had not dared to deviate from the line that man set for her. Not even when it hurt her. Not even when the selfish bastard placed his wants above her needs. No true master had such little regard for his property.

Her round bottom was covered in lacey briefs with only the slightest glimpse of bare skin peaking between it and the stockings. In that moment James knew. Knew the exact button to push. Exactly what would wake his sleeping beauty from her coma.

As she turned and came to stand just next to him, his smile widened. “Now strip naked.”

Her reaction to his firm command was so instant that not even her submissive nature could stop it. Her head shot up. She squared her shoulders back. The auburn hair about her face fell from the tight confines of the ponytail as she shook her head so violently. “Hell no,” the dragon breathed the fire that he watched dance in its eyes.

He crossed his arms and planted his feet firmly apart as he stared into those fiery depths. “You have earned one punishment already. You are working on number two. You forget I know that the bastard has not been properly punishing in a long time. How much pain do you think that cute arse of yours can actually handle, sweetheart?”

“You know that is a hard limit,” she pronounced those final words slowly.

“But I thought you liked playing without limits. What? You can do it for a man that would not even fucking recognize you to his family and vanilla friends but not the one that has stood beside you through thick and thin for eight years?” He tried to keep the pain out of his voice as the words cut a bit too close to home.

She closed her eyes as the words sliced the air between them. She was silent for a long moment. Then her shoulders slumped. Her eyes opened again and he saw the tears dancing in them. “Why?” she whispered.

James almost wrapped his arms about her. He wanted to draw her into his embrace. Reassure her that everything would be all right. Tell her that… Well, maybe not that. Not yet anyway.

Instead, he did something that went against his better judgment, but something that he knew would set him apart from that bastard and all the others. He offered her the explanation akkent escort bayan she sought. “Because punishments are supposed to be something you do not like, Claire. You need the pain that I am going to give you. You have been missing it for too fucking long. And you need a far firmer hand than he gave you. But you also need something that will make you think before you do or say something stupid again.”

He placed his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I above all people know exactly what this means to you. So you should know now that all punishments will be the same. You will strip naked in front of me. Then you will kneel and remove my belt. You will assume the submissive pose…legs as wide apart as I say. Then you will offer the belt to me. Is that understood?”

He watched the indecision dance in those fiery depths for several long minutes. He was not certain what he would do if she continued to argue. He was not even completely sure that he had the will to push this one. He knew exactly why naked was a hard limit with her. As he said, he knew better than anyone what he was asking. What this cost her.

“You will have to unlace the corset,” she whispered at last.

“Upstairs. It has been a long fucking night. We both need to wash that shit off our bodies. So this time it will be strip, shower then punishment.” James wished he could wash that man’s stains from her sweet spirit as easily as the soap and water would remove the stale smells of the pub and the long uncomfortable trials of travel from their bodies.

“Lead the way,” she whispered.

James took her hand in his once more. He brought it to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. This woman had done just that for him. He owed her everything. The faith that she had in him through all those years gave him strength to have faith in himself. He would do all he could now to do just that…lead the way out of this mess she had gotten herself into. No matter what the future did or did not hold, he owed her that much.

He tugged gently and she followed him up the rough wooden staircase to the loft that overlooked the living room below. This area was even more sparse than the downstairs. It was where he worked most of the time so he liked it that way. Simple and uncluttered.

A king size bed sat against the back wall. It was neatly made as always. The bedside table next to it was more a shelving unit for his gaming systems. But instead of a television they were connected to the projector that hung from the ceiling just above the bed. The white walls made the perfect screen upon which to play or to work.

The walk-in closet/dressing room and bathroom were the only other rooms on this floor. They took up almost as much space as the bedroom. Two dark doors against the white wall announced their presence. One opened up to the huge closet. The area had once housed another smaller bedroom or study as well a tiny bathroom but he had it remodeled into storage space and a much larger bathroom. The closet was neatly lined with racks upon which to hang his clothes, pull out drawers and shelves for his books and game collection.

But it was the other room that drew him now. The bathroom had once held nothing more than a toilet, sink and old tub. It now had a large shower encased in glass and a sunken tub. It was his favourite room. He luxuriated in its opulence.

“Turn around,” James commanded. Claire’s silent obedience continued to both bother him and feed some demon deep inside him. For the first time he understood, truly understood, the others. The heady power of controlling this magnificent creature was like a drug. Not even when he got lost in a game or painting a figurine did he feel this kind of calming release.

He could see now why they had held on to her, even when they must have known they were hurting her. But he reminded himself that domination was as much about giving as it was taking. He would not get addicted to this power the way those selfish gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan bastards had.

His fingers fumbled with the knots at the back of the corset. It took him longer than he wanted to work at it. “This was his favourite, wasn’t it?”

She nodded without turning around. He walked around her to the bedside table and opened a drawer. He found what he sought instantly and was back behind her before she could protest.

The pocket knife sliced through the thick cord easily. Each strand gave way without protest. “What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded.

The knife cut through the final strand. His fingers grasped the top edge and yanked so hard that she spun around. Fuck, he cursed. He had forgotten that the stockings were attached to the suspenders that hung from the bottom of the damned thing. It became a tug of war between them as she crossed her arms across her bosoms and sought to hold onto the damned thing.

He used the knife once more to slice cleanly through the two at the front and two more at the side. Only two more in the back remained. “Turn back around,” he demanded.

“Or what?”

“You know you really need to learn better comebacks than that, princess. You are not my sister and we are not five years old. Now turn back around.” When she shook her head again, he grabbed the front of the corset, pulling it away from her chest and spun her about like a rag doll once more. The knife cut the final bindings. He used the momentum to toss the damned thing over the wooden railing.

“You have until the count of ten to take off the rest. Or I will do it for you,” he challenged.

She spun back to face him. One arm was crossed over her chest and the other angled to try and conceal as much below her navel as she could manage. “You would not dare.”

James stepped back and crossed both his arms over his chest. “One.”

Her mouth and brows tightened. He fought the need to laugh. It was more the look of a petulant two year-old than a woman approaching fifty. “Two,” he chuckled at the irony.

She drew in a deep breath and looked around. He stood between her and the stairs. She looked across at the other closed doors. “Three.”

Like the little girl she was acting, she made a run for it. As Fate would have it, she chose his room, the one they had been heading towards. She was not fast enough to get the door closed before he pulled it open again, “Four.”

She backed further into the bathroom until her calves bumped against the edge of the sunken tub. He reached out a hand to steady her. “Five.”

She tried to jerk free but it only propelled her backwards. If he had not stepped forward and wrapped his arm about her waist she would have toppled into the empty tub. “Six,” he hissed through his teeth as his cock hardened in his jeans. Her almost naked body pressed against him was not something he had thought through completely.

He watched as her eyes widened with shock. Her hand that had been covering her tits shoved at his chest. He was the one sucking in air as he caught his first sight of them. “Seven,” he tried to steady his voice but feared his body’s reaction showed through anyway.

If the crack in his voice did not give him away, the back of her hand trapped between their lower bodies must have surely felt the pounding blood rushing to his cock. “Eight.”

He felt her tremble as her eyes dropped once more. Her cheeks all the way to the light brown areolas pinked up as they took in the tent that was the front of his jeans. “Nine,” he could not resist the urge to press closer to her hand. He yearned for her to turn her hand around. Her fingers to wrap about its hard length.

His words and their ragged breathing echoed off the cool clean white tiles that surrounded them. He held his breath and waited. He willed her…

But even he was not sure what he willed her to do. To fight him…deny the power that strummed between them. Some part of him yearned to break her, to drag her to her knees, to force her to face what they had been denying for too fucking long.

Another part wanted her to surrender willingly. Why would she not give to him that which she offered too fucking freely to those other worthless bastards? How could she not feel it? Feel the connection they shared from the beginning. Why was it the one thing she fought hardest to deny? Why was he the only man that she could not surrender to completely?

“Ten!”

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After obtaining a prescription for a miracle of modern medicine, Tracy and I started finding reasons to see each other two or three times a week. Sometimes it would be just for company while shopping for everyday items, other times it would be a “date” for dinner or a movie. On one of our shopping trips, she insisted we stop in Victoria’s Secret and she brought a couple of sheer negligee’s and two pair of sexy panties. Needless to say, when we got back to her house I demanded a fashion show to show off her new purchases and neither the negligee or panties stayed on for long. One night she popped in as I was cooking dinner for the express purpose of giving me a blow job before she went to a work related meeting.

The next night, I decided to return the favor before I went to volunteer at the local movie theater re-purposed into a concert venue. I had decided after my wife passed that I needed to find something to occupy my time in the evenings and volunteering there was a good way to occasionally hear some good music, meet new people and generally pass the time I would have otherwise wasted watching TV or surfing the net. Some nights I’d sell or take tickets, other nights tend bar and even got to be the emcee once or twice.

After knocking, I let myself in and found Tracy in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. Moving behind her, I slipped my arms around her waist and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. My right hand moved lower and worked between her thighs to cup her mound. “MMMmmmm…” she cooed as my hand worked back and forth. Quickly I unbuttoned her jeans and worked the zipper down before

pushing her jeans down to her knees. Turning her around I pressed my lips hard to hers as I lifted her up and set her on the kitchen counter. Tracy kicked off her jeans as I leaned down and caught the waistband of her panties between my teeth. Stretching the elastic I hooked my fingers beneath it and, as she lifted her ass off the counter, I worked her panties down her legs and off her ankles. I started biting her inner thighs, turning my head to alternate sides with each bite a little higher. When I reached the top, I spread her legs wide and bit the tendon connecting her hip to her thigh. My fingers spread her labia exposing her clit which was swollen to almost twice it’s normal size. I blew a couple of puffs of air on it which caused her to shudder excitedly before slipping my tongue into her tunnel and letting my mustache tickle her clit. After probing her for a couple of minutes, I slid my tongue out and flicked her clit repeatedly. Her breathing and groaning told me she was close to her release so I caught her clit between my teeth and rubbed the tip of my tongue rapidly back and forth across her sensitive nub. Her thighs squeezed my head as I felt her body spasm and I quickly released her clit to lap up as much of her flow as possible. Straightening up, I smiled and bent down to kiss her quickly. As I turned to go she pleaded “Aren’t you going to stay and fuck me properly?”

“I can’t tonight…gotta go or I’ll be late”

“You bastard, you get me all worked up and you’re just going to leave me like this?”

I smiled “Yep. Next time I’ll ravish you in ways you’ve only ever dreamed about but I just needed a bite to eat before I go to collect tickets.”

“You’ll be lucky if there ever is a next time” she snapped in feigned indignation before I blew her a kiss and quickly retreated out the kitchen door.

That night the music was good, the crowd a good mix of young and old and my spirits high after teasing Tracy enough to get her off, but not enough to satisfy her. My phone buzzed with a text just before the band took a set break “Hav ur ass at my house at 7 tomorrow. Make sure ur dog is set 4 d night becuz u gonna b l8…and maybe you’d better take 2 of them pills.” I grinned as I put my phone away.

The next night, after the dog went for a long walk, had a full bowl Göztepe Escort of food and a few treats scattered around, I walked down to Tracy’s and at 6:59 I knocked on the door. When she answered the door my jaw dropped. She was standing there in a dark green see-through negligee with no bra and the skimpiest thong I had ever seen. For a 62 year old woman, she was scalding hot. Her nipples were erect with excitement and the dark green netting was perfectly complimented by her reddish brown hair. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her, leaned down and caught her ear lobe between my teeth and tugged it to the edge of pain before whispering hoarsely “You look fucking beautiful.”

“I’d better look beautiful enough to fuck, mister…..my batteries got a workout last night after you so cruelly left and I don’t have any more.” she growled.

My hand moved up and pinched her nipple hard as I felt the chemical assistance kick in and my cock stiffened immediately. My other hand dropped to her ass…..squeezing each still firm mound and pressing her close so my bulge pressed hard against her belly. “Ohhhhh…………yes” she moaned “I want that inside me….NOW.”

I backed her against the wall and stooped down to claw at her thong, almost ripping it down her legs. While she stepped out of the thong, I stood and tore open my belt buckle, the button of my jeans and ripped the zipper down. Moving my hips as I rubbed my head along her swollen lower lips caused my jeans to slide down my legs. Placing my hands against Tracy’s ass, I lifted her up and lowered her down to impale her on my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I repeatedly drove into her with hard thrusts. This was not tender lovemaking or sympathy sex, this was full on battle of unbridled lust.

After a few minutes, age caught up with me and I had to set her down. “On your knees, slut…….ass in the air.”

Calling her a slut seemed to take her to another level. “You like it when I talk dirty to you don’t you?”

“Yes, I want to be your slut to use and I want you to be my stud to use as I see fit. Now stick your cock in me before I turn around and bite it off.”

Not wanting to see just how serious she might be, I gripped her hips and shoved roughly into her again. My hips drove against her ass as she completely engulfed me. I reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled it as I pistoned in and out. Tracy hit her peak and let out a stifled scream as her vaginal muscles clamped down around my cock sending me into a frenzy and what felt like a massive explosion.

I collapsed against her back, kissed her neck and then slipped my cock from her as her pussy dripped a bit of our mixed cum. Stretching out on the floor, unable to move, I held her close. She kissed me tenderly and sighed “Thank you, that was just what I needed and how I needed it.”

After a few minutes rest, Tracy’s hand found my cock and slowly stroked it. “You’re still hard, even after an orgasm.”

“Yeah, I guess the pharmaceutical company figures us old guys may not get it often so they’d better make it so we could go more than once.”

“Well, you fucked me so hard my pussy is going to need a while before it wants any more visitors. But I want to ask a question.”

Eyeing her a bit suspiciously, I replied “Go ahead, but the last question you asked got us into this predicament.”

“Remember the first time when you stuck your finger in my ass and caused me to cum? Did you used to do that with Mary when she was alive?”

“Yes, although she was not as excited by it as you seemed to be, I did occasionally do that to her as well”

“Did you ever fuck her in the ass?”

“Yes, she seemed to like that even less than my finger, but we did do it a couple of times.”

“Would you do that with me?” she asked a bit shyly. “I’ve never had a guy back there, and after your finger, İstanbul Escort I’ve thought about almost nothing else.”

“If you want, I’d love to. I’ll take it slow and if it ever hurts too much, I’ll stop and not be upset with you.”

She flopped her leg over me and turned to give me a long tongue filled kiss. We kissed some more as she rubbed my still stiff cock with her leg. “Let’s go to bed”, I said as we broke our kiss, “this floor is too hard and too cold for these old bones.”

She rolled off of me and I stood and helped her up before following her down the hall, my eyes glued on that prize that would soon be mine.

“Do you have any lubricant? The last thing I want is for this to hurt you and cause you distress.”

She pointed at the dresser. “I got some today” she smiled mischievously.

“Pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you, my little slut”

“No, not really sure of myself at all, but I know I want to experience it….and I want to experience it with you.”

I grabbed the tube of KY and laid on the bed, pulling Tracy onto the bed so she straddled my face. Holding the tube in one had to warm it up a bit, I used my other hand to stroke lightly along her lower lips and across her perineum. The tip of my tongue worked under her hood and teased and circled her clit. Popping open the tube, I squeezed a bit of lube along the cleft of her ass and moved my finger along her crevice to get my finger sufficiently coated. As my tongue worked up into her pussy, I pressed my finger against her tight pucker. Slowly I worked it into her, stopping at the first knuckle until I felt her ring of muscle relax and accept my presence. Tracy groaned and rocked on my tongue as I pushed deeper until the second knuckle was buried. I wiggled my finger which caused her to jump. “Ohh, lord, that feels fucking amazing.”, she moaned.

After pushing in as far as my finger could reach, I slowly withdrew until it was almost fully out before pushing it back in deep again. I stroked her for a few minutes as I feasted on her tasty pussy and then moved out from under her and knelt behind her. I put some lube in my palm and started to stroke my cock to cover it and then smacked her ass with my cock head a few times. Her anus was still open from it’s massage and I positioned myself against it and slowly pushed my head inside. Tracy gasped and I stopped for a moment, lingering just inside to let her get used to the feel.

Starting again I pushed steadily until my pubic hair was mashed against her ass. Tracy moaned , whimpered and sighed as wave after wave of new feelings careened through her. I reached around and brushed my fingers across her clit which caused her to tense up. “No, leave my clit alone. I want you to fuck my ass until I come.”

Knowing what she wanted, and that she wanted it from me, I complied immediately. Slow and steady for the first couple of minutes, and then increasing the speed and need. Each time my hips hit her ass, Tracy grunted and pushed back against me. I gripped her hip with my right hand while my left reached out for a fistful of her hair. Pulling against her hair for leverage I sent my cock repeatedly into her. Tracy’s moans ran together into one long guttural sound before she started bucking and thrashing like a banshee. Her orgasm lasted a full thirty seconds before she moved forward, ejecting my cock with a pop, and collapsed on the bed.

I held her tight until she stopped trembling and then brushed her hair from her face before kissing her eyelids, the tip of her nose and finally her lips. In a very sleepy voice, I heard her say “I know this is supposed to be a friends thing, but I think I love you.”

It took me a moment to process what I had just heard and by the time I replied, she was softly snoring. “I’m pretty sure I love you, too” I said as I drifted off to join her in dreamland.

The next morning I opened Anadolu Yakası Escort my eyes to see Tracy looking down at me as she ran her fingernail lightly along the underside of my cock. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk today after getting fucked that hard in both my pussy and my ass. But you didn’t get to cum in my ass, did you? I was really hoping you would.”

I crooked my fingers and brushed it lightly along her cheek “No, modern science can help me get hard and stay hard, but it doesn’t help me recover any quicker.” I smiled a bit wickedly and continued “After a few hours sleep though….”

She laughed and squeezed my cock playfully “Come on, I need a shower and I need you to wash my……back.” She got up and started walking, or should I say gimping, toward the bathroom “Oh, God, I’m so fucking sore you bastard.”

Chuckling, I got up and joined her in the bathroom as she was running the shower to get the water warm. We stepped inside and closed the door. I took her shower gel and squeezed some onto my one palm and, after rubbing my hands together to spread the gel, placed my hands flat on her breasts and cleaned and massaged them. Her nipples hardened against my palms and my fingers slid down her skin and I caught each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers. I pinched each and then rolled them back and forth as Tracy stood there, eyes closed, totally enjoying the sensations as the warm water cascaded over us. I pinched each nipple hard again before squeezing more gel into my hand and lathering up her stomach and moving my hand lower when I suddenly stopped. Tracy’s bush had been fairly thick and unkempt, with enough gray in it to verify her age, but now it was trimmed into a thin landing strip and it was the same reddish brown as her hair. “You like it?” she asked.

“It looks fantastic,” I replied, “When did you do that?”

“After you left me worked up the other night, I decided you weren’t going to leave me in need again, so I decided to give my crotch a makeover. But now, leave my pussy alone, it’s my turn to wash you.”

Stooping down she took the gel and placed a dollop on my tip. She rubbed her thumb across the tip and then wrapped her hand around my head. Working hand up and down, she stroked me slowly. My pharmaceutical aid must not have completely left my system as I felt my cock lengthen and stiffen. “I want that thing clean, I know where it’s been.” Tracy giggled.

“And it will be there again” I groaned.

Tracy looked up and me “You bet your ass it will, and it’s going to cum in me, too. But not today, if you do, I won’t walk for a week.”

I smiled as she applied more gel to her hand and reached around to clean my ass. Her fingers moved slowly up and down my cleft as she leaned in closer and kissed the tip of my cock. Opening her mouth, she descended on my shaft until her nose was tight to my pubes. As she worked her lips and tongue along my shaft, I felt her press her finger against my tight pucker. I groaned loudly as her finger wiggled into my ass. The feeling was amazing and unique for me since no woman had ever done that before. Tracy massaged my prostrate as her mouth attacked my cock like a woman possessed. I let her continue a few minutes before grabbing her hair and starting to fuck her mouth violently. My swollen head tickled her tonsils repeatedly as I felt my release building rapidly. Pulling her head tight to my hips, my head entered her throat and my body jerked madly as wave after wave of cum slid down her throat. As my orgasm subsided, she kissed lightly along my sensitive shaft causing it to jerk and wave in the air. I helped her up and kissed her long and deep, the taste of my cum coating her tongue. Breaking our kiss, I smiled at her “You really are one sexy old broad.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. I’ve had more orgasms and better sex with you in the last couple of months than I did in twenty two years of marriage.”

We dried each other off and each put on our jeans but no shirts and headed for the kitchen. “I need some coffee and something to eat before we decide how we’re going to spend the rest of the day.” she said with a devilish smile on her lips.

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“Damn, I knew I should have gotten my key back,” as I entered my place and smelled the heavenly aroma of my favorite Italian meal… fresh made lasagna, lamb chops, garlic bread, heavy on the garlic… Too bad the garlic didn’t kill the tall, smooth, chocolate brotha standing in my kitchen.

“Surprise! I knew you’d be too tired to cook, and you were out of town on your birthday.” I smile, as good as it smelled, I was exhausted and annoyed over work. And the fact that he was in my condo un-invited, made my annoyance that much greater. “Thanks,” I somehow muttered, “You shouldn’t have.” “You’re annoyed… I know the key was only for me to do laundry while I waited for my new washer to be delivered. But, I just thought I’d surprise you for your birthday. My washer has been delivered, the key is on the coffee table. I promise, I did not intend to keep it.” Damn, now I feel bad… a little. “No, it’s cool. Work was just annoying, I am so over these entitled folks feeling like we should pat them on the back and give them extras for doing their jobs. Extras is for those who go above and beyond. I’m just over it.” “I hear you,” he replies. “Why don’t you go put down you back, take a long hot shower and relax?” Actually, it sounds pretty good, and my stomach is growling. “Snitch!” I think to my stomach as I roll my bag into the bedroom.

I put my bag down, plug in my phone and begin to unpack. Hell, tomorrow is Saturday and I’ll be doing laundry, what am I doing? I slip off the stilettos I’ve had on all day and stretch my aching calves and feet, slide my skirt down as I glance in the mirror. I forgot I had worn that cute black lace thong I bought last Ataşehir Escort week, trying to make myself feel sexy since the divorce. I pull my top over my head and drop it to the floor, while still looking in the mirror. Damn, girl, you are still fine, especially for a 50 year old! I smile at myself for a second and then head into the master suite bathroom and turn on the shower. I undo my bun and let my hair fall into thick, black curls and waves that fall past my shoulders. I check the water temp, and unfasten my bra.

I get a whiff of the dinner cooking in the other room, and then imagine what’s waiting under the apron. A girl can imagine, can’t she? My nipples harden, and my clit rises at the thought… et tu? I think as my body gives me away. I pull off the thong and hop into the shower. I love the Bath and Body works lavender shower oil. I feels and smells wonderful as the hot water and steam release the tension of the day. I begin to wash, but linger a little longer on my pierced nipples. I turn to let the hot water fall on my back and spread my lips… a little extra pressure and time on my aching pierced clit. You haven’t had any for a minute, you play this right, you can get dinner and a good lay. I hope this brotha can fuck… I need some serious stress relief.

I reach back to wash my ass, spread my cheeks open moving a little slower than necessary… mmmm, it would be nice to feel a brotha move up from behind, squeezing my ass… mmmm… wait, did I just moan out loud?? Good thing I’m in the shower. I decide to go ahead a relieve a little stress since I was aroused anyway, stroking my clit with one finger… mmmmmm, Acıbadem Escort another moan… I let my head back, mouth open… my other hand squeezing my nipple… I imagine him joining me in the shower, I can feel his hands as they roam my body, up my hips, over my stomach, pulling me back into him, I can feel the full length of his dick against my back. Damn! His hands slide over my small, but perky tits and begin to massage them. He begins to pull me back against him, I can feel his chest on my back. That is nice! He begins to kiss the back of my neck, my back, down my spine to hips and turns me around.

The water is splashing off the top of his head as he spreads my lips exposing my now hard clit. “Nice!” he says, just before massaging it with his tongue. My pussy immediately begins to throb… “tattletale, you could at least wait a few minutes… ” He massages my clit with his tongue as both hands grasp and squeeze my ass, pulling me into his face. I feel his tongue caressing and exploring my pussy, while his hands caress and explore my ass. mmmmmm… more moans, then suddenly, he slides his tongue into my slit while he slides his finger into my ass! AAAAHHH! I am going to cum! I think he feels my body tighten and slows, raising his kisses back up to my stomach. SHIT! He stands up, pulls me against him and begins to kiss me, fully tasting the sweetness of my own pussy. He turns the water off. leads me out of the shower and into the master suite, lays me on the bed and kneels down, spreads my lips and dives in… Fuck, I’m dizzy this shit is so good! (At this point, I am literally laying on my bed, fingering myself, I think İstanbul Escort I’m about to cum)

“Damn, you took relaxing, literally, huh? I was wondering what was taking you so long… ” Shit! I still straight up! How long has he been standing at the door? He grins, arms folded as he leans against the door frame. “May I join you?” Hell, why not? I think to myself. “Sure… ” He pulls his shirt over his head, slides his jeans down, freeing his not very small dick from his boxers… What the fuck did I get myself into? As horny and wet as I am… I’m not sure about this. He sees my apprehension and literally kneels down in the same position as I had just been imagining… Without saying a word, he devours my as I almost scream out while I grab the sheets, toes curled… FUCK!! Please don’t cum, please don’t cum… not yet, but my body is about to betray me… He stands, slides me up on the bed and leans over me, I can feel the heat of his body… I can feel the tip at my entrance… he knows what he is doing, he is trying to let my body settle down, but every inch of my body is on 10! He kisses me, engages me in conversation… I really don’t want to talk, but it’s working, my breathing slows, my heart rates slows, and we actually start laughing… I tell him I’m a little nervous about his… ummm… girth… He smiles and kisses me, awakening my body all over again, I am suddenly aware of his tip at my entrance again… He slowly, as he’s kissing me, begins to slide in. OMG, it feels like he is filling every inch of my walls.

Once in, he stops, kisses me, caresses me, sucking my very hard nipples, I can feel his fingertips on my hips and I can’t help but lift my legs, pulling him deeper inside me, moving against him. I think I am going to explode. Is this shit that damn good or has it just been that long?? He allows me to work my hips until he can tell that I am comfortable with is size… and then… omg…

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-I apologize that this one has been so long coming. I had most of it written a week or two after the last chapter but got writer’s block going into the date. I have had this finished for a few months, but life got in the way of editing this one. Thank you to all my readers and their patience. I hope to be wrapping this one up in another chapter or two.-

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Without any groceries in the house, Oscar made the wise choice to go to Mel’s Diner the next morning. It was his favorite place to eat and a staple of everyone in town. Mel’s was family-owned for two generations, and someday soon, it would probably be three. Melvin Clark Jr. had taken over from Melvin Sr. who ran the place when Oscar was a kid. Oscars ties to Mel’s went back is rookie days as a patrolman. His first patrol included this area, so he usually started and stopped his shift here with a cup of coffee. In fact, that was how he met his late wife Wanda, she waited tables here and worked the morning shift.

As soon as Oscar walked through the door, Hanna, Mel’s oldest daughter, who was hostess, shouted out back to her father.

“Dad,” she hollered behind her with a massive grin beaming at Oscar. “We got an escaped jailbird here! Better call the cops!”

“Haha,” Oscar barked at her as he hung his coat on the hooks in the entranceway. “I was let out on good behavior.”

“Oh, we know,” Hanna said. “Dad and I saw that weird press conference. The rumor was that you got a beating in there from an orderly.”

“No beat down for me. Just good beating on an orderly that didn’t understand the meaning of the word “No.”

Hanna was Melvin’s oldest daughter of his four. At forty, she definitely looked it and never tried to hide it. She was the spitting image of her mother with blond hair dark rim glasses. They both had pointy noses with dark brown eyes. In all honesty, Hanna was not a looker but had all her father’s ambitions. She planned to take over for her dad when he retired. Oscar knew from prior talks with Melvin, he was ok with that but not the idea of retirement.

The diner was still empty on a Sunday because it was still way before the local churches let out. Oscar knew the routine well. If he got here before seven, he could always get his favorite booth in the back. Old cop habits died hard, and training always taught him to put his back against a wall with a clear sight of all the exits.

Oscar didn’t wait for Hanna to seat him. He just walked down to the booth at the far end and sat down. A few minutes later, Hanna dropped a cup of coffee in front of him just the way he liked it.

“You in a rush to order, or can you wait a bit for Rene to come in?” she asked, watching as a few new patrons walked in.

“No rush at all, hun,” Oscar replied. “I could use the paper if you got one. Don’t hurry, though.”

“I’ll have dad bring it out, he has a present for you,” she told him and then walked up to take care of the new customers. “Glad to have you back.”

Mel’s Diner was you’re traditional all chrome fifties-style diner. They were famous for the best hash browns in the county, and as per usual, Oscar would likely place two orders. The hash browns were just as good the next morning if he heated them in the microwave. That was no easy feat.

Oscar sipped at his coffee and watch the few cars out on the road this early. The Diner was right at the edge of town, making it a commonplace for everyone in the whole area.

“Oscar,” said a big heavyset man with Santa Claus style beard. “Good to have you back, man.”

Melvin, the owner, took a seat opposite Oscar and slid him the newspaper. It wasn’t just the newspaper though, underneath the paper he carried was something framed.

Oscar lifted the paper and laughed at the sight. Melvin had cutout last week’s news headline about Oscar saving a nurse. It was framed for Oscar and everything. Melvin pointed at a hook on the wall behind Oscar.

“Figured you might want to hang that up over your booth,” Melvin joked.

“Thanks, but I didn’t do anything,” Oscar said, holding his hands up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Melvin said mockingly. “Just like back in ninety-five when you were off duty, and that guy came in with a knife to rob me. I swore that kid shit bricks when you pulled your gun.”

“Right place, right time Mel,” Oscar said modestly. “Doesn’t always work that way.”

“True, but I thought my old friend deserved a bit of recognition.”

“Well then, I thank you,” Oscar said, extending his hand to the big man.

They shook hands, and Mel replied, “Your welcome, and I am sorry I missed your welcome home party yesterday. Nat swung by to invite us, but I couldn’t leave the diner.”

“No biggie,” Oscar said, placing the frame on the wall. “How long have we known each other? I know the drill, my friend. The only time I see you is here or if your wife invites me to dinner.”

“I am a workaholic. You know that. You’re going to have to tell me later about how they treat the patients up at Winterbrook. I have heard some horror stories.”

“I will. For now, let’s just say it isn’t so bad except Kartal Escort for the strictness. Us, old fogies are hard to break from bad habits.”

Mel tapped Oscar on the shoulder, “They took your cigars away, didn’t they?”

“You know it,” Oscar remarked, smirking.

The bell on the main door rang as more people began coming in. It Looked like it was going to be a busy Sunday at Mel’s.

“I think that is my cue,” Mel said, getting up from the table. “Rene should be here any minute.”

“Did someone say my name?” echoed from a tiny voice in the kitchen.

“Nevermind,” remarked Mel as he shuffled off to the kitchen. He waved goodbye to Oscar and shook his head as he walked away.

“I heard my favorite customer is here!” chirped a tiny blonde girl as she tied her apron over her jeans and t-shirt. Then walked over to Oscar’s booth, almost skipping with bubbliness.

Renee was the youngest daughter of Mel’s, and let’s just say, she was very much a surprise to the family when she was born. At four foot eight, she was a bubbly bundle of energy that never stopped. She looked nothing like any of her older sisters except her blonde hair. No pointy nose, not tall and lanky. Mel used to joke that she was the mailman’s kid, but there was no way she wasn’t his. Her eyes were the spitting image of Melvin Jr.’s baby blues. Natalie had babysat her most of her life, so Oscar was like her uncle. The girl wasn’t more than twenty and going to college for psychology. She only worked for her dad on the weekends.

“Hey, Tiny,” Oscar said to her.

“Hey, grumpy pants,” she quipped back. “The usual?”

“You know it.”

“DAD! OSCAR WANT HIS USUAL!” she screamed to the kitchen.

“Rene! No screaming!” jabbed Hanna from the front area, shaking her head in embarrassment.

The petite girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Oscar. She snickered at Hanna and pointed her finger.

“Some people, am I right?” she joked with Oscar.

“How’s school?” Oscar asked, trying to change the subject. He did on want to get in the middle a sister squabble. Those never ended well.

“Meh,” she said, leaning in closer to Oscar. “Why don’t you tell me about the big house?” she whispered to him.

“I was not in the big house,” Oscar stated dryly. “Just a mental health facility.”

“Stage any prison breaks, or get electroshock, or or…”

“No, ” Oscar said, interrupting her. “Nothing like that. It was pretty boring until I took out that orderly.”

“Didja karate chop him like in the movies?” Rene teased make a swinging gesture with her arms.

“No, just tripped him with my cane,” he told her. “It was pretty unremarkable. He was just a dumbass.”

“Did it make ya miss being a cop?” she asked, being more serious.

“Nah.”

Hanna walked up to them with a pissed look on her face. Her hands were crossed, and her eyes were daggers. The diner behind looked like it was filling up quickly even for a Sunday.

“Leave poor Oscar alone, shrimp,” Hanna said. “I got you four more booths while you were over here bull shiting. So get to work.”

“Sure thing dear wonderful great much much much older sister of mine,” Rene replied with a salute. “Bet they don’t tip nearly as good as you,” she said to Oscar while fluttering eyes mocking innocence at him and then vanished.

“Seriously, Oscar,” Hanna said, smiling. “I don’t know why you encourage her.”

“She reminds me of what it was like to be young again. Also, I wish I could bottle her energy and sell it,” Oscar joked.

“Don’t we all,” Hanna said, going back to the front. “Dad says food will be a few more minutes.”

Oscar nodded and went back to his paper. The coffee here was sludge, but Mel kept the fancy stuff outback for himself. It was also the stuff he gave Oscar too. Over thirty years of friendship had to mean something.

Mel and Oscar went way back. Mel was only just shy of retirement, making him a bit younger than Oscar. Mel’s wife Joan and Wanda had been longtime friends going back to elementary school. Besides Oscar being here in on patrol, Wanda worked the register and helped hostess when the busy seasons came in. Renee had been born just after Wanda had passed, which was heartbreaking. Natalie and Tom were teenagers then so Natalie took a shine to the new baby. In her grieving, she helped Joan out with the baby in hopes it would brighten everyone’s sadness. That was why Renee and Oscar were so close. Renee spent many a day at Oscar’s house over the years while Joan helped her husband with the diner.

The newspaper didn’t inform Oscar of anything even close to new. Even after months away, nothing had changed in the headlines. Politicians were still fighting like children, and the economy was on edge to hit the shitter. Oscar sipped his coffee, not reading as he flipped pages in search of the crossword puzzle.

“Ehem!” coughed a familiar voice. “You look lonely in this booth. Mind if we join you?”

Oscar lowered the paper to see Daphne and her son standing there. He fought back his urge to scoop her up right there and Pendik Escort kiss her. This was a pleasant surprise. She wore a pair of dark blue denim jean cut-offs and a light gray tank top. Not as sexy as her dress from the previous day, but she still filled it out nicely.

“If I didn’t know any better, my dear, I would say I have a stalker,” Oscar kidded her.

“Of course you do,” Daphne replied, winking at him.

All the while, Peter stood there, confused by their exchange. Oscar put down the paper and gestured to the seat in front of him. Daphne slid into the booth first, and Peter slid in after her.

“So Peter, this is Oscar. And Oscar, this is Peter.” Daphne said, picking up a menu. “Oscar is the man who saved me last week.”

Oscar shook Peters, and they exchanged pleasantries. Peter was a decent looking kid but seemed a bit awkward socially. Oscar could relate, his nephew had been much the same way. It took time, but Oscar did his best to get Tom out of his shell.

“Thank you,” Peter told Oscar.

“For what?” Oscar asked a bit confused.

“For saving Mum,” Peter stated. “I wish I could have been there to help.”

Oscar just nodded in acceptance of Peter’s comment. The boy was protective of his mom, and Oscar was charmed by it. His nephew and niece had been much the same to him as they grew up.

“So, what brings you two out so early on a Sunday?” Oscar asked, sipping at his coffee.

“Peter here needs to buy his first car,” Daphne said, putting down the menu.

“Mooommm,” Peter chimed with embarrassment.

“How old are you, Pete?” Oscar asked.

“Eighteen next month. Going to be a senior this year,” Peter told Oscar.

“Good to own a car at your age,” Oscar told him.

“Yeah, most of my friends have had their cars for a year now.” He said bashfully.

“Ehhh,” Oscar remarked. “Don’t let that bother you. My nephew didn’t learn to drive until late in college. He got his first in his late twenties. Better freedom when you have one, he couldn’t believe it.”

Peter smiled at Oscar’s comment, and his mom interrupted. “That what I have been telling him. It would also be nice not to have to chauffeur him around town or let him take my car.”

“Yeah, but you put too much pressure on me,” Peter quipped.

As Daphne went to speak, they were all pleasantly interrupted. “Oh, we have guests today, Oscar! Should I be jealous?” Remarked Renee as she appeared with Oscar’s food.

“Nah, just some new friends,” Oscar said, smiling.

“Hey Peter,” Renee said, looking down at the young man. “Didn’t know you were friends with the old man over here.”

“Hey Renee,” Peter said back, turning red. “He is a friend of moms. We just got introduced.”

“Hey, Daph,” Renee said. “Coffee?”

“Sure. Two cream and one sugar,” Daphne replied.

“Tea for me,” Peter managed to get out.

“Be back in just a sec,” Renee said and disappeared in a flash.

“Ahhh,” Oscar said. “So you know Renee.”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I tutored her in calculus the last year before she graduated. How do you know her?”

“I have been coming here since before she was born. Her mom was best friends with my late wife. I am her Godfather.” Oscar said, then pointed at his food. “Mind if I eat? Don’t want to be rude, but it is getting cold.”

Both replied, “no,” and the three sat there chatting and eventually all eating. Peter, who seemed a shy kid at first, opened up for Oscar right away. Oscar assumed it was because the kid had a massive crush on Renee. Knowing Oscar knew her and her whole family made the kid pretty chatty. Oscar was good and didn’t point out the crush, but it was pretty obvious. Peter blushed every time Renee looked at him. It was pretty adorable as far as puppy love goes, Oscar thought.

Just as they were wrapping up their meal, Peter excused himself to the bathroom. This left Daphne and Oscar alone. Oscar’s heart skipped a few beats in excitement to be alone with her. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

“So I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she said as soon as Peter was out of earshot.

“Me too,” Oscar said. “I was thrilled to run into you today.”

“Well, I did hear from someone. This was your favorite hangout,” Daphne told Oscar with a wink. “Also, in case you couldn’t tell Peter has a thing for Renee. You should have seen his face when I said where we were going for breakfast. She came to our house about a dozen times last year for tutoring, and I didn’t know the boy knew what cologne was before her first visit.”

“I see him and his mother have a few things in common,” Oscar said with a smirk.

“Such as?”

“You have a thing for older men, and he apparently has a thing older women.”

“Oh, stop,” Daphne said with a small snot. “Renee is not that much older than him.”

“No, but I know a few old ladies that might love to get their hands on him,” Oscar joked.

“Not funny, Oscar,” Daphne said with less humor in her voice.

“Ok, ok. I am sorry,” Oscar said earnestly then quickly change the subject. “Tomorrow, did Göztepe Escort you have any particular place you wanted to eat or go? I haven’t taken a woman out on a date in over a decade, and I want to make sure of my success. Especially with one as lovely as yourself.”

“To be honest, Oscar,” she said frankly. “We could order pizza and stay in your bed for all I care.”

“Ooooh tempting,” Oscar said. “But I would like to show off someone as beautiful as you on my arm. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Daphne said, turning slightly red.

“Nothing fancy,” Oscar told her. “You can get away with casual attire but not too casual.”

“I have just the outfit. What time did you plan?”

“Three ish if that is not a problem?” he said as the plans for their date began forming in his head.

“No problem. Peter has been gone a while,” Daphne remarked, looking around.

“He is not gone,” Oscar remarked, nodding his head at the counter. Peter was there chatting with Renee, and she was giggling at something he said.

“Wow,” Daphne said. “I am shocked he worked up the courage to talk to her.”

“Me too,” Oscar said. “Seems like a good kid.”

“He is,” Daphne stated. “Though not usually this much of an extrovert. I usually have to nag him to talk to people.”

“Pretty girls make the world go around,” Oscar said, holding Daphne’s hand.

“I am beginning to see that,” she told him, squeezing his hand.

Both of them let go of each other’s hands as they realized Peter was returning. The boy was grinning like a pig in shit. Oscar assumed his little chat with Renee had gone well. Or at least well enough that he felt good about himself.

When Peter returned to the table, his mother excused herself to the ladies’ room. She left, stating, “If Peter was to drive her around all afternoon looking at cars. It was a good idea to make sure she didn’t piss herself scared of his driving.” Peter looked annoyed at this, but Daphne kissed him on the head and told him she was only teasing.

This left the two guys alone at the table. Oscar took a sip of his coffee, trying to think about what to say or ask Peter. Before he could, Peter broke the silence with a statement.

“So Mom seems pretty fond of you,” he said to Oscar.

Oscar just nodded in agreement.

“You seem pretty fond of her,” he said again.

“I am,” Oscar said, knowing the boy looked like he was about to make a point.

“I approve,” he said, extending his hand again to Oscar. They shook, and Oscar fought the urge to laugh.

Peter leaned in and whispered to Oscar so that no one could hear them.

“You hurt her, and I will break your legs,” he said with a big smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Oscar said, now belly laughing. “I like you, kid. You got balls.”

“When it comes to protecting Mom, I do,” He told Oscar. “She has dated some pretty big losers since Dad died. I feel like it is my job to protect her.”

“Goodman,” Oscar told him. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her. She is a wonderful woman.”

Peter nodded.

“So Oscar, that was a pretty nice car you dropped her off in last night. What was that?”

And with that, the two guys bonded. Peter didn’t have a fixation on cars, but everyone seems to admire classic muscle cars. Oscar told him about the car and how long he had it. Daphne seemed pretty surprised when she came back. They were both laughing about some wacky tale Oscar was telling about him letting his nephew Tom taking the car out for a date. Oscar had arranged for an officer, who was a friend of his, to pull him over right after Tom had picked up his date. It was a mean joke, but Tom kept his composure with the officer. Tom and Oscar laughed about it now, but back then, Tom was so pissed.

Shortly after Daphne came back, everyone went their separate ways. Oscar, feeling the need to always be a gentleman, picked up the bill despite Daphne getting upset over the idea. What she didn’t know was that Oscar ate at Mel’s for almost free. All he did was pay for Daphne and Peter’s meals and leave Renee a considerable tip.

On the way out the door, Renee grabbed him and pulled him aside where no one could hear. They were standing in the small foyer at the entrance.

“Hey Oscar,” she said. “Don’t mess this up.”

“What hon?” he asked, confused by what she said.

“You heard me, you dirty old man,” she said with a smirk. “I saw how you and Peter’s mom were looking at each other. Don’t mess it up. She has the hots for you.”

Oscar blushed for the first time in what felt like years as Renee kissed him on the cheek. She then bounced back into the restaurant. Oscar was left deep in thought as he went back to the car. It had been so long since he had been delighted that all these feelings left him feeling like he could walk on air.

The rest of the day, Oscar made his plans for his date with Daphne. He picked up groceries, ran to the pharmacy for his meds (including the new blue pills he got the Dr to call in), and called in a few favors.

For the date, Oscar didn’t get super dressed up. He went with semi-dressed up, wearing a lightweight blue polo and pair of khakis shorts. Summer was ending, but the heat was still pretty high. He also wore sandals, but they were the hiking kind. Oscar loved the air on his feet, but the sneaker-like feel of them.

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