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Ch 4 – The Pond

Sasquatch gets wet – in more ways than one

NC<18 – No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

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I gradually awoke to the sound of birds singing and the light hitting my closed lids. I was laying on my side and as I opened my eyes, they gradually focused on the two faces staring me from just over the edge of the mattress.

“Betty, why is there a man sleeping in your bed?” asked the blond while peeking around the corner of the teddy-bear she was holding.

“I don’t know, Bobbi Jo,” said the auburn haired cutie next to her, “but Mommy and Daddy will be home any minute now, and they’ll know what to do about the bad old man. They might call the sheriff. Or Daddy might just get that big old gun of his and make him ‘disappear’.”

I groaned and said, “Vey funny, ladies. I may be a little old, but I remember the fantastic sex we had yesterday afternoon and last night perfectly well. Don’t try playing that ‘innocent young girls’ act on me again. We all know perfectly well you two are full-grown women.”

“EEEEeeeewwwww. We don’t know what you’re talking about, mister.” Then all three of our heads turned toward the window at the sound of tire crunching on gravel.

They both jumped up then and then ran out the bedroom door with the blond yelling, “Mommy, Daddy! There’s a strange man in Betty’s bed! He seems to think he had sex with us, but we swear we didn’t! We know not to let strange men touch us in those places!”

I covered my eyes with my hand as I groaned at the lameness of their antics. As if I would fall for that again! Then my hand slid down my face to cover my open mouth in shock as I realized that the view of them going out the door was anything but adult! The blond (Bobbi Jo?) had been wearing full-length footed pajamas and was carrying a teddy-bear the size of her torso. The auburn-haired one (Betty?) was wearing a little pink short set with cartoon horses on them. She was dragging a stuffed rabbit the length of her legs behind her as she left.

What the fuck is going on? I thought. I frantically began to search my memories of the day and night before. I could have sworn they said they were… SHIT!! Did I just have sex with two little girls? What the FUCK was I thinking? No. There’s NO WAY I would have done something like that! I don’t care HOW delirious I might have been from the heat or anything else!

That’s when I heard a truck door slam – HARD!

As if that had been the starter’s pistol at a race, my body lurched into motion. I dressed as quickly as I could. I tore out of that room, down the stairs, across the living room and out the screen door onto the porch, trying to think of something to say, and froze on the top step.

Two women wearing denim overalls and boots were talking to the tow-truck operator outside the closed door of the roll-back tow-truck.

“Here he is now,” said Bobbi Jo as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Mister, this gentleman is here to pick up your car and take it get fixed.”

“Ummm, yeah, I, uh, I guess,” I stammered as I dropped to my ass on the top step. What the fuck WAS going on?

“Go ahead.” I already knew where it was supposed to be taken and the guy obviously knew what he was doing.

I sat and watched as he loaded my car and chained it down. He walked over to me, held out a clipboard and a pen and pointed to an “X”. “Sign here, sir.”

I scribbled my signature and handed the clipboard back. He walked over, climbed in and drove straight out of the driveway and out onto the two-lane blacktop.

“WAIT! I’m supposed to get a ride! My clothes! My samples…”

I heard them laughing then and turned to find the two of them standing at the end of the porch, holding on to each other, apparently to keep themselves from falling down they were laughing so hard.

“You were right,” said Bobbi Jo. “He is hilarious when things get a little out of control!”

They eventually stopped laughing and came over to sit on either side of me on the steps, laying their heads on opposite shoulders. They put their inside arms around my back. Betty looked up at me and said, “Locational humor again? Sorry, we thought it was funny.”

“Yeah. Ha. Ha. Ha,” I grumbled.

We sat there for a few minutes as I was still trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened. Then Bobbi Jo yelled, “Breakfast!” and jumped up to run inside.

Betty stood and helped me to my feet like I was an old man or something. Though I have to admit I felt like I needed it at the time.

She held my hand as we walked inside and into the kitchen where she led me to one of the chairs at the table. The same one she had planted me in yesterday afternoon, I realized.

I slumped into it and Betty said with a sly smile, “Boy! You sure like you had a HARD night last night. Or something.”

“That, little girl, was a mean trick to pull on an old demre escort man.”

“We said we were sorry. And you are NOT an old man. When we finally did wear you out this morning we realized it was almost five already and we were both more wound up than tired, we just decided to get on with our day.”

“What did you have to do to get started so early?” I asked.

“Just the normal. Start making a couple loaves of bread; milk the cows; gather eggs; feed the pigs, chickens and cows; put dinner in the smoker…

“You slept through the guy calling to let you know he was on the way, and didn’t even wake up when he pulled in and honked the horn the first time. We talked to him. He seemed to know what might be the problem and said that if he was right, he could have the car ready for you to pick up tomorrow morning.

“I had been telling Bobbi Jo about how gullible you were yesterday and we decided to have a little fun.

“So we asked the guy if he could give us a half-hour. We unloaded your car into the back room by the kitchen and then we decided to go ahead and prank you and got into those costumes. You probably remember the rest.”

Bobbi Jo said, “Come and get it!” and we walked over to the stove. What a spread. Eggs, home fries, ham steaks, fresh bread and a clay crock of what had to be real, fresh butter.

We talked as we ate breakfast and they told me they had a few Guernsey dairy cows, some Rhode Island Red chickens and a few pigs. We talked about those and the crops they planted – a pretty varied lot. Corn, alfalfa, hay, barley, and they had a small orchard with a few of each kind of fruit trees and then vegetable, fruit and herb gardens. Seemed like a fairly self-sufficient place.

After breakfast, they decided to give me a tour since I had been more interested in the farm than they had expected.

We walked through the barn and out the back. As I looked past the chicken coop I started laughing. They both looked at me like I was goofy, then looked to see what I was looking at. After a minute or two, they both got it and laughed along with me. “Oh yeah. Brown chickens. Brown cows. I think what’s-his-name wrote a song about you guys. And after what we did last night, that is the perfect musical accompaniment!” I said.

We walked out through the fields until the path we were on passed through a circular line of trees. Inside the ring was a fairly decently-sized pond surrounded by lush grass and with a little sand beach in one spot. I asked if it was a stock tank and Bobbi Jo said, “No, we use a high-tech windmill to run the pump to water the animals and provide for the house. Betty’s Mom and Dad planted the trees around the pond a long time ago, just to keep the animals out. Seems they had a thing for skinny-dipping. Wish I’d have been able to meet them.”

That seemed to spark something in Betty and she slipped the shoulder-straps of her overalls off and shucked them down her legs. T-shirt and no underwear. She caught me looking and said, “Oops. I was in such a hurry to get dressed between pranking you and dealing with the tow-truck guy I forgot to put them on.”

I sat down to untie my shoes. Then, of course, Betty had to bend at the waist to untie her boots, giving me a very inviting view of her cute little ass and pussy. I also got a really nice view of her face as she looked past her legs to make sure I was watching her.

Bobbi Jo cleared her throat and I thought she might have gotten jealous of the way I was staring at Betty. Then she cleared her throat again and when I turned to see whether she was mad at me I found myself face to face with her own pretty cunt.

I’m not sure how she did it, but she grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face into her pussy and rolled onto her back, dragging my whole body with her. As soon as her back hit the ground her legs splayed open and I wasted no time.

“You BITCH!!” I heard from behind me as Betty saw what Bobbi Jo had done. “I wanted him first!”

Bobbi Jo laughed and said, “Well nanny nanny boo boo to you. You got him first yesterday. Shit, if I hadn’t finished the afternoon milking and come to see what you were doing, you might not have shared him at all!”

I started to slowly lick up the sides of Bobbi Jo’s lips, startled at but kind of liking the taste of her sweat. Seems fresh clean sweat is a lot better than stale sweat. Or a woman’s sweat is sweeter than the way I stink when I sweat. Or something. Never mind. Where was I?

Oh, yeah. Me taking long licks up her dripping slit. I slipped the tip of my tongue in between her outer lips and her inner lips and licked along the edges, making an “O” as I alternated sides for a few minutes, first clockwise then counter-clockwise, then flattened my tongue and began to lick her from taint to clit, making sure to maintain an even rhythm, at least right at first. It didn’t take long at all before she started rocking her hips downward as I licked upward. I adjusted my own derince escort pace to hers as we both gradually sped up.

At some point I looked up to see if she was enjoying what I was doing and I couldn’t see her face. Not because she had it tilted back in passion or anything. Betty had knelt with her knees on either side of Bobbi Jo’s head, planted her elbows on the ground and used her hands and forefingers to press first Bobbi Jo’s boobs and then her nipples together. That pushed them close enough together that Betty was able to lick both of those big nipples at the same time.

Then she did something I’ve never seen anyone else do, before or since. She made eye contact with me, pressed her lips together in the middle of her mouth and wrapped the open parts on the outside of her little mouth around each of those nipples and sucked them in.

Apparently she was able to keep up both suction and tongue action, because Bobbi Jo was moaning almost constantly and had wrapped her long tan arms around Betty’s chest. I’d like to think I had something to do with it too.

As Bobbi Jo’s moans got louder and the rocking of her hips got faster, I continued to match her pace until her moans began to change to groans. When I figured the time was right, I stopped at the top of my lick, sucked her clit into my mouth, planted my chin in the middle of her puss and began to hum. I guessed she liked that, ‘cuz her thighs clamped around my head like she was trying to crack a walnut and her ass began to bounce up and down on the ground as she came.

Luckily I had been able to tilt my head back a little so I could still take air in through my nose and I just kept humming until she finally relaxed. Well, collapsed actually. She finally let go of my head and Betty’s little torso and her arms and legs fell limply to the ground.

Betty stood up and walked through the grass over to me. Holding out her hand she led me up and over to a tree. At some point it had split into two trunks from the same root structure, but one of the trunks had been cut down. The way it was done made it possible to sit on the one stump and use the other as a backrest. She guided me to a seat, then turned and sat on my lap.

At least at first it was my lap. Then she slid her back up my chest, reached between her legs and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her quim. She slowly began to slide up and down my chest using our combined sweat as a lubricant as she began to take more and more of my cock into her little body.

I reached around her and palmed her breasts, able to squeeze them lightly all around using just my palms. I gradually eased my palms back a bit to where I could get her stiff little nipples pinched between the first knuckles of the middle two fingers of each hand. I started lifting and lowering those cute little tits to match her rhythm. She began to slide further and further up the shaft of my cock with each energetic bounce and I was afraid she was going to pull up so far my cock would slip out the front of her dripping pussy.

Boy was I wrong!!

She pulled up a little too far (by accident or on purpose? Don’t know, don’t care) and when she slammed herself down, she stayed settled on my lap. She reached up with her right hand and drew my face down to hers, met my open mouth with hers and began to kiss me more passionately than she had in the short time we’d been together. I thought she was trying to suck the soul out of my body she was kissing me so voraciously.

She slowly began to slide up and down again as she continued to kiss me like that.

A minute or two later, Bobbi Jo crawled over to us and knelt with her head on Betty’s thigh. She reached out and began stroking Betty’s cunt with the backs of her fingers, then suddenly knelt fully upright. I thought maybe she had found a nest of red ants or something because she started, well, it wasn’t twitching, it wasn’t shivering, it could only be called quivering or vibrating with excitement. She grabbed my legs behind the knees and pulled my ass forward a little (dragging my back down the tree bark a little, thank you very much for that).

I was about to give her a hard time about that when she knelt lower down, got her face really close to Betty’s crotch, looked up at the two of us and said, “I can’t believe you’ve got his entire cock up your ass!”

Then she was quiet, as she was busy licking Betty’s sweet lips, matching Betty’s downward slide with her lifting tongue. Then she wasn’t quiet as she used the trick she had learned from me and began humming on Betty’s hard little clit.

That was enough to push Betty over the edge into orgasm, and the way her ass clenched on the base of my cock was enough send me over the edge into mine as well.

I couldn’t help myself. I hoped I wasn’t hurting Betty as I began to flex my thighs and use my hands on her little tits to lift her up my cock, then slam her down as I basically milked myself dry.

Turns didim escort out I wasn’t hurting her at all as I realized she had pulled forward from my chest, put her left hand on my left knee and was waving her right arm around in the air and yelling, “Ride him, fucking cowgirl!!”

She finally collapsed back onto my chest, reached up and gently caressed the side of my face with a sigh of contentment.

“Mister, you sure are something else,” Bobbi Jo said. “I’ve been trying to get her to try something bigger than my finger up her tight little ass for months and she always said she ‘didn’t think anything bigger would fit’. Now you’ve been here less than 24 hours and she’s bouncing her ass up and down your cock like it’s a fucking pogo stick or something.”

Betty leaned to one side, lifted her leg straight up over my head and spun around with my cock still buried up her ass, then knelt on the stump to kiss me.

After a few minutes, she said, “Carry me down to the pond?”

I managed to get to my feet and, with my arms supporting her ass and her arms wrapped around my legs, I kind of waddled down to the sandy beach and then into the water. I eventually got soft and slipped out of her. We cuddled and kissed some more, then I realized Bobbi Jo hadn’t joined us.

Looking around, I saw her laying in the grass watching us with a wistful look.

“Hey, Bobbi Jo!” I called, “C’mon in, the water’s fine!”

She shyly shook her head. I leaned into Betty’s ear and asked what that was all about. “Jealous, I think,” she said.

The light clicked on in the back of my head.

I walked up out of the water and over to where she was laying and stood over her, dripping water on her bare skin.

“Hey, c’mon. Join us!”

She shook her head again.

“OK. Let’s try it this way. Get your ass in the water. NOW!!”

She shook her head.

I looked over at Betty and she winked and mouthed a word at me. Gotcha.

“Well, if you won’t cooperate, ya big sasquatch, bitch, I’ll have to drag you there against your will.”

She looked up at me and said, “You don’t have the hair on your ass or the balls to drag me into that water!”

“Wrong, bitch!” I snarled. “You have no fucking idea who you’re dealing with!” I dropped to a knee, grabbed her in just the right places and did a kind of a somersault/flip move over top of her and when I came back up I had her over my shoulders. I carried her down to the water. Thankfully she didn’t do a bunch of kicking or struggling ‘cuz I’m not sure if my knees or back could have taken it. She wasn’t overweight by any stretch of the imagination, but she was still a good-sized chunk of woman.

I managed to make it till I was chest-deep in the water, then ducked my head and flipped her up and over and into the water.

She went under, and before I could get fully stood back up, she erupted out of the water and slammed into me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and began to repeat the kind of kisses Betty had been giving me a few minutes ago.

“You have no idea how much hornier you just made me by doing that, mister.”

She left off kissing me, swung her head around, licked the outside of my ear, then stuck the tip of her tongue in my ear. She pulled it out and said, “Oh, fuck! You have no idea how long it’s been since anyone has held me in their arms like this, let alone manhandled me the way you just did. I know it’s not PC or anything, but there are times I just want a man to take charge of me, tell me what to do, to just give all control of myself to him…

“Betty tries, but it’s all psychological or scarves and stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I still love it, but to just be handled like that is such a fucking turn-on.”

Bobbi Jo paused and just hugged me for a minute or two, then pulled back and said, “You know, I never thought about it, but I think it has to do with me having gotten my growth starting early.

“Everybody starting looking at me and expecting one of four things. They expected me to be brave to the point of being like a guy, expected me to be the kid who would naturally take charge of the others, expected me to play all the ‘tall’ sports, you know, volleyball, basketball?

“I put up a front of being brave, took charge when everybody expected me to and played all those sports because it was expected of me.”

She was quiet for a while as I walked her around the pond in the deeper water and ran my hands over as much of her body as I could reach, so after a bit I said, “Four.”

She pulled back to look at me and said, “What”

“You said there were four things people expected of you growing up, but you only mentioned three.”

“Oh, four was that some kids, and even some adults, would tease me unmercifully about my height. I finally started twisting the teasing by making fun of it in my head, especially when I felt like there was nothing I could do about it. I got such a kick out of making fun out of the teasing when no one knew I was doing it that I started to get excited when I did. Then I started getting excited just from hearing the teasing, knowing I was going to be making fun of it later. That’s why I like it when Betty calls me ‘sasquatch’, especially since I’m so much taller than she is.

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I’d given Melissa the flight number; she said she’d meet me at baggage claim. On the flight, I briefly wondered whether I’d have trouble finding her – but needn’t have worried. I recognized her through the glass even before I went through the security door. She was standing against a wall, surveying the people passing through, wearing a white and black off the shoulder sundress that was both simple and eye catching. If I hadn’t known it was Melissa I might have mistaken her for Gloria, they look so much alike. She didn’t know me until I walked up, but promptly greeted me with a brief hug when I said her name.

“So I finally meet the man that corrupted my mother?” she said, as we were in her car headed out to the freeway.

“Me? Corrupt your mother? That’s not the way I understood it. I understood it was you, I just got the benefit.”

“What? What did I do?” she asked with feigned innocence. If I hadn’t already picked up on her teasing, I almost could have believed she was serious. I wondered if she had had some acting training.

“Oh don’t give me that. You “forgot” to put her suitcase in; you made her buy a new wardrobe; you took her to a topless beach in Miami. OK, so maybe you didn’t corrupt her completely, but you certainly started the job for me to finish.”

Her laughter filled the car. “She really did tell you about that, huh?”

“She told me lots of things about you.” I’d been discreetly checking her out since we met. She was a spitting image of Gloria, and except for that “young” look that disappears with maturity, they almost could have been twins. It crossed my mind that although physically she wasn’t as mature as her mother, until mere weeks before she was definitely more experienced than her mother.

She was almost identical in height at 5’4″, possibly a little taller, but it was hard to estimate without a side by side comparison. Every curve was just as firm and shapely, she had the same green eyes and brown hair; the only major difference I could detect being the haircut. The welcoming smile and twinkle in her eye as she teased me said she was self-confident and enjoyed life.

Her simple sundress gathered under her breasts with the off the shoulder design leaving her upper chest and shoulders bare. She apparently had some type of strapless bra, I’d felt it on her back when I’d returned her hug, but nothing was showing on her shoulders. The dress didn’t rise completely above her breasts; she had a pleasant amount of equally tanned cleavage showing. I noticed there wasn’t a single strap mark or difference of tan anywhere. This was all woman, sexy as hell – and it was obvious she knew it.

“She’s told me all about you, too.”

“All? I doubt all.”

“Believe me. She told me all about how you met on the airplane. How you ended up being her savior – her knight in shining armor.” She broke into laughter.

I glanced over at her; she really hadn’t told the “everything” of everything, had she? I wondered just how much Gloria really had divulged. “Then she hasn’t told you as much as you think — if she said I was her knight in shining armor.”

“Why would you say that? Because I didn’t tell you how she said she’d watched you playing naked pool boy when she got up in the morning? Because I didn’t say that she told me how she teased you mercilessly and you spent almost the whole weekend naked?”

I raised my eyebrow; perhaps she had told her everything. I immediately thought better of it, there had to be secrets. Mothers don’t talk about their sexual experiences with daughters, do they? “Ok, I’ll grant you she told you some things…”

“Everything.” She interrupted, shaking her head.

“Nope, don’t believe it.”

“Try me.” I thought about it, not sure if I wanted to know if she knew all about my sexual escapades with her mother or not.

“Ok, so she told you that she was an unmerciful cock tease, but did she…”

“Tell me about how she almost drove you crazy and made you take her on a second date before she went to bed with you? Yes.” Her interruption had come almost instantaneously.

“What did we do on the second date?”

“You took her to a nude beach.” Ok, no doubt about it she was getting the softball questions; time for some hardballs.

“What did we do that first evening?”

“You sat on your balcony and talked and kissed…”

Ah ha! She really hadn’t told her “everything”, just some of it. “Well, that’s some of it,” I responded somewhat smugly.

“… and got naked, and masturbated for each other and you made her cum with just her nipples.” She glanced over at me, a smirk on her face. “Didn’t think she told me that much, did you?” I looked back, shocked that she really had told her about our weekend. I didn’t realize that Gloria was going to kiss and tell.

“Oh. Well, did she tell you how my sons came home and walked in on us doing the dirty deed on the living room floor?”

“They did?” her head snapped over towards me, not sure whether I was pulling her leg or not.

“Or that when we went to Palm Springs we went to a strip club?” She’d broken her attention to the highway to take several quick glances at me, trying to decide whether I was telling the truth or just expanding on a lie, so I dished it on heavy. “Or that we picked up three dörtyol escort guys and she took us all on, and that another woman came home with us and had a threesome and she went down on her?”

“Oh Bullshit.” Her glance was just a bit longer, just enough to thoroughly size up my response to her exclamation.

“What, you don’t believe me?”

“She said that you went to a dinner theatre and afterward the other couple took you with them to a strip club, but the rest of that you made up.”

“You’re right, it’s mostly bullshit.” I looked her right in the eye. Damn, they were as pretty as her mother’s.

“What part’s not bullshit?” Her voice betrayed her, she didn’t want to believe, and she didn’t want to not believe.

“Can’t tell.” I said shaking my head back and forth. “Unlike your mother — I don’t kiss and tell.” I gave her my most disarming grin and smile, “But I am going to have to have a talk with your mother.”

She laughed; a contagious laugh that said she loved life. I laughed with her.

“We didn’t used to talk that much,” she said after a couple of moments of silence, “we pretty much butted heads when I was in high school. But now that I’m away at college most of the time, she’s almost a better friend than my best friend is.”

“Happens that way sometimes. Something about moving away, it changes you from a child to an adult, at least in a parent’s eyes.”

“That’s pretty much how it was.” We headed down an off ramp.

“So you talk about everything now? You tell her about all your lovers, too?”

“What? You don’t think she tells me about all her lovers, do you?”

“Oh! Ouch.” I laughed. “Ok, I guess I opened myself up for that.”

She laughed as she looked over her shoulder to check for traffic, letting her gaze stop on me momentarily on its way back. “I tell her some things. Not everything.” She didn’t seem to want to continue; I didn’t press.

Gloria and Melissa lived in an upscale condominium complex that we entered through a gated entry. It appeared to be a quiet, comfortable place with mixed one and two story buildings. We passed a community building and at least two swimming pools before pulling up to their condo. Melissa triggered a door opener on her sun visor; a double garage door opened giving us access to the house through the garage.

I grabbed my bag and dragged it in where Melissa unhesitatingly directed me to Gloria’s master bedroom. “You can put your stuff in there. I’d say you’re going to sleep in there — but somehow I doubt you’re going to get much sleep.” Her grin was followed by a teasing laugh.

I glowered at her as if I was really insulted, but couldn’t keep it up. I broke into a grin. “Brat. If you were my daughter I’d turn you over my knee for such insolence.”

“Oh! Promise?”

I ignored her, putting my bag on the bed.

The townhome was moderately sized, maybe a couple of years old. The master bedroom entered off the living room and had an attached bathroom. The shower and sink area were actually almost part of the bedroom, with a small toilet in an anteroom. The second bedroom, Melissa’s, was entered near the front door. Between the front bedroom and the kitchen was another full bath. The kitchen opened onto the large living room and dining room across a bar; the entire back wall had large windows opening onto a small back yard. There were no window coverings in the living room; the small back yard was completely private, hidden by tall brick walls and, facing to the north, didn’t get any direct sunlight. Glancing out the window, I could see there was a lounge and patio table, but the only view of the neighbor’s homes was the top of their roofs.

Inside the townhome was immaculately decorated, the centerpiece being a big screen TV centered in the blonde oak built in bookcase. It felt like Gloria, I could see her touch in everything, a touch of unpretentious class everywhere I looked.

“I thought you guys lived in a house?” I asked. Melissa had plopped down on one of the two couches.

“Used to. We moved almost two years ago. Mom got the house in the divorce, but didn’t want to stay there — said it reminded her too much of “The Dick.” She got enough to buy this with a reasonable mortgage. It works well – for her. It’s a lot closer to her work, but puts me a lot further away at college. I’m there most of the time anyway.” She jumped up off the couch and headed to the kitchen. “Hungry?”

I assured her I wasn’t, but asked if I could take a shower and do some laundry as virtually everything I had was dirty. She said she had some laundry that needed to be done also and said if I’d just give her mine she’d combine it all.

The entry from the garage came through the laundry room, a great double use of otherwise wasted space. I tracked Melissa there when I heard the water start filling the machine. She took my clothes, but when I bent to give her a hand she shushed me away and told me to go take a shower. I’d just gotten the water adjusted in the shower when the washing machine quit filling, momentarily giving me a blast of hot water until I got it readjusted. I can’t understand how we can send a man to the moon and still can’t design a water system that won’t freeze or scald someone taking a shower düziçi escort when someone elsewhere just flushes a toilet.

After my shower, Melissa and I visited for a while, just getting to know a little more about each other. The flirting gone for a while, she told me more about her father; “The Dick” as she referred to him again. Unsurprisingly she was totally on her mother’s side. If there was a second side to the story, I sure didn’t hear it from her.

I knew it was approaching time for Gloria to get home when Melissa looked at her watch.

“Mom should be home soon.” She motioned toward her bedroom, “I’ll be back in a couple. Umh, I’m just gonna go change… I’ve got a date, so I won’t be here this evening.” She started down the short hall, “Oh, and I’m staying with my girlfriend tonight, you two will be all alone.”

“Oh yeah, sure.” I immediately challenged. “Staying with your girlfriend, huh? I used that as an excuse when I was in college too. Whenever I wasn’t coming home after a date, I always said I was staying at my buddy’s house. At least that’s what I told my parents.”

She laughed. “You are sooo bad. Really, it’s true. I’m staying at her house. She and her boyfriend set me up with a friend of his that’s visiting. It’s sort of a blind date I guess. I met him once a while back, but we’ve never dated before.”

I raised my eyebrows, then cocked my head and held my hands up, indicating she didn’t have to convince me, at the same time non-verbally telling her I didn’t really believe her at all. “Oh yeah, sure; whatever you say.” Afterward I broke into a grin to let her know I was just teasing.

~

Several minutes after she headed in to change I went and found the dryer when I heard the buzzer go off. I figured most of the clothes must be mine anyway, and I’d get them put away. I was partly correct; she’d added my underwear and white socks to their whites and delicates. Having been married for twenty years, I’d handled many women’s under things before, but it had been many years since I’d handled so many that were designed to be sexy rather than functional, and didn’t belong to my wife.

At first I began sorting out my underwear, but rapidly ended with a pile of bras and panties. It didn’t take long to realize that nearly all the panties were thongs, and the bras were of various styles, from modest full coverage to silky and lacy, to one that was only half there.

I realized from the quantity that I had to be looking at both Gloria and Melissa’s things, with no way to tell what belonged to whom. I was going to fold them and let the girls sort them out, but there really wasn’t much to fold. Finally I separated the thongs, laying them flat in a pile and smoothing them with my hand. They were all different, either different materials or different colors. Some were practically nothing and very sexy; others were obviously more every day, just designed without a bottom.

At first I checked the bras for size thinking maybe there would be a difference, but they were all 34 B, so I just began folding them in two and stacking them in a pile. The very last one to fold was the half cup bra.

I’d had no clue whose underwear any of the other things belonged to, but for this one I was pretty sure it was Melissa’s. From what I knew about Gloria, I couldn’t imagine her normally wearing such a revealing bra – but knew I’d like it if she did. Two silky half cups would have given a little support and a lot of display, a half-moon cut-out on the tips designed to leave the nipples and upper breasts completely bare on the wearer. There were no upper straps; it was designed for bare shoulder outfits.

I really hadn’t dawdled folding their clothes, but for this one I’d stopped just momentarily, holding it up, imagining what Gloria (or Melissa for that matter) would look like wearing it – or how my hands would feel fondling them while they were wearing it.

I wasn’t much of a pause, maybe two seconds before I started to fold it in two. I had my back toward the living room and hall, so hadn’t heard Melissa’s approach, so I had no idea just how much she’d seen when she said, “Liked that one did ya?”

I immediately spun, hesitated a split second before I answered, still holding the sexy little nothing in my hand. “I… was just folding your things for you.” Damn it, why had I hesitated? I could feel the slight heat in my face, the guilty feeling of being caught – doing something I probably shouldn’t have been doing – running through my face for the first time in forty years. And why was I feeling so guilty? I was folding clothes and came across something that was designed to entice the male’s eye and it had – so why were my ears burning? Normally when caught off guard, I’ll tease or joke to hide that fact, but this time I was totally defensive. I’d been caught — and she knew I’d been caught. I said nothing.

Melissa, barefoot, was rubbing her hair with a towel, now dressed in pants and a shirt reminiscent of the one Gloria had been wearing on the plane when I met her. With her hands behind her head, her chest was jutted toward me, making her appear bustier than I knew she really was. I momentarily wondered if she was doing this on purpose, or if she knew what effect it had on her appearance.

The edremit escort shirt she was wearing was definitely a bit more revealing or sexy than the one Gloria had worn on the plane, but at first I couldn’t quite pin point how. The scooped vee exposed a fairly large expanse of tanned flesh, but it was the two semi-hard nipples that my eyes latched on to before I forced my eyes to Melissa’s face. Not just the vee neck, I remembered how when Gloria had bent over I’d seen the two soft globes of breasts accented by the Vee. Neither was it just the tanned flesh, actually the slight glimpse of un-tanned breast on Gloria had accented the tan she did have. Melissa’s peek-a-boo-here-I-am nipples were definitely more obvious than Gloria’s had been that afternoon a few months before, but it wasn’t just that. Somehow the overall effect just seemed sexier.

I took it all in, in a single glance, but immediately forced my eyes to meet hers. “You look nice,” I offered, figuring that maybe complimenting her would ease the pressure on my embarrassment.

“Thanks.” She dropped her one hand, holding the end of the towel in front as she continued rubbing her hair with the other.

“That’s almost like what your mom was wearing when I met her,” I offered. She glanced down at herself, then back to me.

“Why do you say ‘almost’?”

“Well, um…” I suddenly felt the rush of heat again. How did I keep doing this? “It’s about the same color and style, but just a little, um, I think, maybe a little sexier?”

She just looked at me for a moment, and shook her head. “No, actually it’s the same. This is what she wore. I know; I dropped her off at the airport.”

“Shit,” I thought, again feeling like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. I hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true – but still…

“So, you didn’t answer me. You liked that one huh?” She nodded her head toward me. I suddenly realized I was still holding the silky little half bra and glanced down at it in my hands. Damn it! I turned and placed it on the stack of bras and reached for my own clothes, realizing as I did so that this girl was teasing me, simultaneously realizing that my quick disposal of the garment had underscored my feelings of guilt.

“Yeah,” I answered going on the offensive, “I was just wondering if this is the bra of choice for all the best-dressed college co-eds.”

Without hesitation she threw it right back at me. “Well it is one of her favorites, just not on a first date.”

“Oh? And what bra would a best dressed co-ed wear on a first date?” I asked.

“It all depends on who the date is with and whether she wants his hands all over her or not.”

“Oh?” I answered, somewhat shocked at her brazen answer, wondering if she was just teasing as hard as I was, or whether she was really being just honest with me – someone who’d been a virtual stranger just a few hours before. “Then what date would that little nothing be worn for?”

“Oh that one’s at least a second date because that’s the one she wears when she wants to get laid, and she never sleeps with a guy on a first date.”

I lost it and cracked up.

“Okay, Okay — Melissa, enough! I give up. Geeze, you’re good, I love one liners and teasing, but I can’t keep it up.”

“That’s not what Mom says.” I’d just finished picking up my clothes and looked up at her. She had a big grin on her face. I just shook my head. Still chuckling I took my clothes and headed to Gloria’s bedroom to put them back in my suitcase.

Melissa and the lingerie were gone when I got back, and remembering the other clothes in the washer, I transferred them to the dryer. I could hear a hair dryer running and figured Melissa was finishing up getting ready as I stepped back into the living room a few moments later when the front door opened.

“Melissa?” Gloria called out as she came in the door. “Are you …” she stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open as she saw me, then dropped her purse and practically leapt into my arms.

She kissed me, a shocked but happy kiss which I eagerly returned, her lips against mine, as her body melted against me. It wasn’t just a hello kiss, it was a kiss full of lust and passion — it was a kiss full of promise for things to come. She broke away, hugging me completely, her cheek coming up against mine. Without pulling away, her hand came up across my other cheek, caressing it, feeling the smoothness. “Umm, you just shaved,” she said, her hand sliding behind my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers. I obliged, returning the kiss, slipping my hand down the back of her skirt to her delectable bottom, pulling her against my rapidly engorging cock. Her lips opened, her tongue forcing my mouth open, to which I readily acquiesced. Her hands were at first all over my back but they too slid down, grabbing and squeezing my butt, also pulling me against her. I worked her skirt up with my fingers until I could slip my hand under and find the bare skin of her bottom. I felt the cloth of her thong, feeling the small triangle of cloth tapering to nothing where it disappeared between her cheeks. I thought I recognized the pattern of a more demure cotton model, probably the match of one I’d taken out of the dryer a short time before. Her hands relinquished my butt and moved back up onto my chest, rubbing across my nipples momentarily before starting down toward my belt. “If you’d let me know you were coming I’d have worn something sexier — or maybe even nothing at all,” she whispered, her lips all over my neck. Her hands, finding my belt, began fumbling.

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I get off work early one day and as I come into the house I notice you aren’t around. I hear water running and I realize that you are in the shower. I decide to join you and begin to take off my clothes as I make my way to the bedroom. The bedroom door and the door leading from the bedroom to the bathroom are open. I finish undressing and enter the bathroom and see your naked figure behind the shower curtain. “Hey Baby, why don’t you join me?” you ask, startling me.

“How did you know I was home?” I ask.

You laugh and say, “I was lying on the bed reading when I heard your car pull up. I had been fantasizing all morning about showering with you, so I thought I’d make my fantasies come true. The water’s nice and warm, so are you going to join me or not?” you ask as you open the curtain and peek out. You see me standing there naked and you smile. “Well, I guess you are,” you say with a look of contentment.

I step into the shower and you wrap your arms around me while you giggle. “I guess I wasn’t the only one thinking about this, huh?” you ask.

I don’t say a word. I just wrap my arms around you and pull you close to me. We kiss deeply and passionately. Our moist bodies rub against each other, driving us both wild. You move down and start kissing my neck before moving up to kiss me deeply once more. You pull away from me and give me a smile. You reach over and pick up the soap. You slowly start to soap up my chest, taking time to tease my nipples until they harden. You move down to my abdomen causing my muscles to tense from your delicate touch. Then you drop down on to your knees and slowly start to soap up my thighs, every so often letting the back of your hand brush against my scrotum.

You ask me to turn around and you soap up the back of my thighs. You soap up my buttocks then set the soap down for a moment. You gently caress my buttocks for a while sending me into ecstasy. You stand up and soap up my back and shoulders and then reach around to rub my chest. You pull yourself up against me and I feel your breasts pushed up against my back and your mound pressed against my buttocks. You tease and pull on my nipples for a few seconds and I turn my head so we can kiss again. As we kiss your hands work there way down my body. Finally, I feel your soapy hands on my rigid cock. You take my shaft in one hand as you massage my balls with the other. I moan loudly as you start to stroke my aching cock.

You gently tug on my cock showing me that you want me to turn around. I turn and you drop again to your knees. You rinse off my cock in the warm water and then, with no hesitation you take me into your mouth. Your mouth slowly slides up and down on my shaft as you tease my nipples with one hand and my anus with the other. I reach out to grab the wall silivri escort as I feel myself start to get light headed. You know I’m close to cumming so you quicken your pace on my cock. You start to pinch and pull on my nipples as you slip a finger inside my ass. You press down hard on my prostate and I moan loudly. You feel my cock start to throb in your mouth and you pull your head back making my cock bounce up and slap against my stomach. You quickly take me in your hand and after a few more strokes I explode covering the wall with my cum. My legs give out and I drop to my knees in front of you.

You wrap your arms around me, holding me close as I catch my breath. You kiss my neck gently and I come back to me senses. I start to kiss your neck and you tilt your head back to let me cover you with kisses. I take the soap and start to lather up your shoulders but since we are under the water spray it washes right off. So, I take the soap in the palm of my hand and I start to rub the smooth surface against your upper chest. You moan loudly as I start to work my way down. I go over your breast again and again, each time just barely missing your erect nipples. You growl in frustration and I finally relent. With my free hand I gently pinch a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Its slick from the water and soap and it slips out from between my fingers. You gasp from the sensation so I do it again and again to each nipple. Your breathing quickens and you grab my wrist pushing them downwards.

I know your breasts must be getting sensitive so I start to rub the soap over your abdomen in small circles. With each circle I move further and further down your abdomen. When I get down to your navel, you change positions, laying back against the tub and stretching your legs out. I continue to move downwards until I’m lathering up your little patch of blonde pubic hair. You moan and start to lift your hips up, pushing them toward me. I put the soap down as the water washes away the last of the soap. You moan in frustration because I’ve stopped and you open your eyes to see what I’m doing. You see me changing position so that my head is down between your thighs. You smile, close your eyes again and spread your legs as wide as the bathtub will let you. I lift your legs up and place them on the sides of the bathtub opening you up to me completely. You gasp as my tongue pushes inside your vagina. I push in as deep as I can and you bite your lip to keep from screaming. I explore your inner walls with my tongue for a few moments tasting your wonderful juices. Then I pull my tongue out and you let out a disappointed sigh. Before you are even finished I push me tongue inside your anus, your sigh becomes a very surprised yelp as your body tenses up and I have to stop myself tuzla escort from laughing. Your body slowly starts to relax again and I start to slide my tongue in and out of your ass. “Oh Baby,” you gasp. “I need to cum now…please.”

I move up and take your clitoris into my mouth. I suck gently on it as I push two fingers inside your vagina and one inside your ass. I push my fingers in and out of you as I gently suck and lick your clit. Your body starts to twist and writhe and I know you can’t take much more. I suck hard on your clitoris as I start to ram my fingers in and out of you. You grab my shoulders and I feel your fingernails start to dig in as your body begins to shake. Your moans get louder and louder until suddenly I feel your wetness start to flow over my fingers. I pull my fingers out and start to lick up the juices that are pouring out of you. Every muscle in your body is tensed up as I lick and suck you until your juices stop flowing. Your body finally relaxes as I cover your lower body with little kisses.

You open your eyes and smile at me. “My turn again,” you say as you push me back against the tub.

You take me into your mouth again and tease me with your tongue. After a few minutes I’m rock hard again. You start to climb on top of me but I stop you. “I have something else in mind,” I say as I reach over and turn off the water.

I stand up and help you up and out of the bathtub. You reach for a towel but I stop you again. You look at me puzzled and then I lead you into the bedroom. I face you toward the bed and push you down to your knees. I bend you over the bed and then I drop to my knees behind you. I push my cock all the way into you with one stroke as I bend over to kiss the back of your neck. Our wet bodies slide against each other as I passionately slam in and out of you. You moan with each thrust which turns me on even more. I’m so full of passion for you that I know I’m not going to be able to last very long so I reach between your legs to rub your clitoris. I match the strokes against your clit with the strokes of my cock sliding in and out of you and your moans turns to cries. I should be concerned that the neighbors might hear but I’m too turned on to care. You bury your head into the sheets as you scream and slam your body back against me. I hold you tightly as your body shakes uncontrollably and I feel your wetness running down my balls and thighs. You lift your head up to breath and you gasp for breath trying to get yourself under control. After a few moments your breathing slows down.

“Oh Baby, I love it when you do me like that. You’re like an animal. Mmmmm…Baby, I want you to cum in my ass,” you tell me.

I pull out of you and walk over to the nightstand. I grab a vibrator and üsküdar escort some lube. On my way back over to you, you stop me, kneeling in front of me. You take me into your mouth, sucking your juices off of my cock. You know that drives me crazy and I almost cum there in your mouth. I pull away from you and you giggle. “Something wrong Baby?” you ask innocently.

I take you by the shoulders and bend you back over the bed. Quickly your smile is gone and it’s replaced by a look of lust. I know how much you like to be in control but I also know sometimes you love to be taken even more. I put some lube on my fingers and slide two of them deep into your ass. You moan from the mix of pain and pleasure. Normally I’m much gentler but we are both too turned on to take our time now. I stroke my fingers in and out of your tight ass for a few moments before I slip a third one in. After a few moments of sliding my fingers into you, you start to push yourself back against me. I know you’re ready so I pull my fingers out and spread lube all over the vibrator. I place the tip of the vibe against your anus and start to push. It easily slides deep inside of you and you gasp as I bury it all inside you. I turn on the vibe and its pulse send shivers all through your body. You moan in intense pleasure and I hold the vibe like that for a few moments letting you enjoy it. You start to rock your hips back and forth and I know you’re ready to continue. I slip my cock back inside your vagina and I start to slide in and out of both your pussy and your ass at the same time. After a few moments you’re pushing against me harder then I’m pushing into you and you’re begging me to cum in your ass.

I slip the vibrator out and press the head of my cock against your anus. I push in and my head slips past your opening and your muscles tighten around my shaft. I slowly push inch after inch inside you. You moan louder and louder as I fill your tight ass. Finally my entire cock is in you and my balls are resting against your wet lips and clitoris. You pull away from me just slightly letting me know its ok to start. I gently pull out until just the head of my cock is in you and then slowly push back in. I hold your hips and push my cock in and out of your tight ass. You moan loudly with each stroke turning me on even more. Your tight muscles grip my cock and pull me deeper into you. I know I’m not going to be able to last much longer. My pace starts to quicken as you urge me on telling me how good it feels and how much you want to feel me cum inside you.

It’s all I can take when I hear you say those things and my cock starts to throb. I push in with one hard stroke and I explode inside of you spraying hot cum into your tight hole. I push in and out of you with short strokes as I empty myself inside you. I make short strokes inside you until I go soft, then I pull out and lay back down on the floor. You come over and lay down on top of me. We kiss for a little while and then fall asleep in the warm sunlight coming in from the window.

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Slowly moving around the turn, the spraypainted black Topaz entered the Walmart parkinglot. After pulling into a space a few hundred feet from the store’s entrance, Victor turned off the engine and got out. Adjusting his belt, the thirty six year old ventured up to the glass doors. Upon entering, an old lady dressed in a blue jacket smiled at him and said, “ Hello sir, welcome to Walmart.” Smiling back, Victor nodded to the woman and continued down the main isle.

Heading for the hardware department, Victor eventually found the side isle he was looking for. To the right, he glanced at a display of packages and walked over. Reaching for one of the plastic bags, our man took it off the rack and read, “ Fauset rings, an assortment of sizes, good for almost any job.” Happy to find what he wanted, Victor left the isle with package in hand and was about to head up front to the registers. However, being his day off, the man wasn’t in any big hurry, hence he simply decided to browse about for a while. Moving here and there, he eventually wandered in the direction of the apparel section. Continuing on his way, he finally found himself in the lady’s area. While glancing around, he was delighted at the advertisements showing photos of attractive women dressed up only in lingerie and night clothes.

Strolling around the department with no particular destination, Victor moved in and out between the fixtures and clothing displays. However, as our horny man gazed about, his eyes fell upon an exquisite mannequin. Indeed, the life size object caught his complete attention, for the brunette seemed so real; he had the sudden urge to reach out and touch. After looking in both directions, Victor placed his right hand upon the figure’s black dress. Caressing her attire, he slowly worked up a semi-sexual attraction for the so called fake woman. As he stroked away, he inspected every detail. Setting in their sockets, the feline’s eyes were designed with precision. Looking closer, he could tell they were either glass or some transparent plastic, for her almost black iris shone forth as the real thing. Moreover, combined with her dark brown hair, the Caucasian female had a mystique about her, giving her stature an air strait from the old TV series, “Dark Shadows.”

After getting himself back down to earth, Victor pulled his eyes away from the thing and smiled. Nevertheless, he simply moved away and decided he had enough of Walmart for today. Consequently, the man ventured in the direction of the main checkout. However, being three quarters of the way there, a thought entered his mind, taking hold of his brain as if some external force was placing it there.

Finally, he made it to register number seven, waited in line with two people before him, and eventually had his purchase rung up. Leaving the checkout, Victor immediately went over to the service desk. Looking strait into the eyes of a sexy young blond chic, Victor politely ask, “ Can I please speak with a manager?”

The firm breasted girl ask no questions, she merely picked up a receiver on the counter and said into it, “ Manager to the service desk for customer assistance please; manager to the service desk…” After repeating herself twice over the intercom, the young lady hung up the phone and returned to her task with the claims items. Standing there and waiting, Victor on occasion glanced at the girl as she at times turned around, bent over, and revealed her attractive ass through her tight genes. Delighted, yet also eager to speak with the manager, Victor was just about to ask the girl to page again when he saw the figure of a middle aged man with a mustache.

Approaching with his white shirt and tie, the manager simply ask, “ Can I help you sir?”

Smiling with a look of embarrassment, Victor said, “ Yes, I’m interested in buying one of your displays that’s usually not for sale.”

The store manager replied, “ You mean a piece of furniture; we really don’t sell those once they’re assembled and on the rack.”

Victor went on, “ No, no, I’m referring to one of your mannequins in the apparel section.” With an inquisitive smile, the manager was about to ask something when Victor quickly said, “ I’m serious, I need it for someone else who owns a store; it’ll be great for the front window.”

After relating this lie to the man, Victor heard the manager say, “ All right, I guess I could sell it to you; there’s no company rule preventing me.” Then, he went on, “ So, which one did you have in mind?” Walking back to the apparel section, Victor was followed by the boss until they reached the gothic lady. Standing there in all her glory, she seemed as if she were cognicient of what was going on, for a life like force appeared to radiate from her frame, or so it appeared to Victor.

Pointing up to her ladyship, Victor said, “ That’s the one; I want her.”

Causually nodding, the manager said, “ Yea, ok, I’ll page a stock guy here to dismantle it for you.”

Going over to a post, the manager dialed the pager number upon the phone and said over the intercom, “ Jeff to lady’s please; Jeff to Lady’s.”

Two minutes later, the kid appeared, at most nineteen years of age, and ask, “ Yes, what do you need?”

Looking a little embarrassed, the manager said, “ Ah, Jeff, go get some tools and take that dark haired mannequin apart; this man wants to buy her.” Giving Victor an inquisitive glance, the young man simply left and returned a minute later with a few basic tools. Using the screw driver and wrench, Jeff took the lady completely apart, dismantling her at the neck, arms, and legs.

With all done, Victor ask the manager, “ So how much?”

Looking at the parts upon the floor, together with the base stand, the manager said, “ These things aren’t cheap for Walmart, it’ll at least cost you two hundred and fifty.”

Nodding slowly with tight lips, Victor eventually said, “ How about a strait two hundred?”

Scratching the top of his head, the manager replied, “ Well, yea, why not, two hundred it is.”

“Great,” said Victor, “ Can I also have a box or two to place her parts in?”

Eyeing the kid, the boss ordered, “Go to the stockroom and see what you can find.” Saying yes, the boy left. He came back four minutes later with two cardboard cartons.

After placing everything inside the containers, the kid stood up and ask Victor, “ Need any help getting it out to your car?”

Victor answered, “ No, I’ll be ok, I’ll just set this thing on a cart and stack the boxes two high.” Saying ok, the kid left with his tools. Reaching over for a cart floating about nearby, Victor placed both boxes atop the said cart and ask the boss, “ So where do I pay?”

Happy that the weird transaction was almost over, the manager said, “ Here, let’s go back to the service desk, you can pay there.” Pushing the cart, Victor followed until they made it up front. There, the manager said to the sexy blond, “Call Jill up hear from the cash office.” Dialing the number, the girl called Jill. Jill came and the manager said, “ Here, this man will give you two hundred dollars; mark it under miscellaneous uydukent escort income.” Writing out a check and handing it to the lady, Victor said thanks and left with his new prize.

At last, he reached his car. Placing both boxes on the back seat, Victor threw the smaller package on the front passenger seat, started the engine, and drove home. Once there, he took everything up to his apartment and placed the two boxes to one corner of his livingroom. Walking over to the stereo, he placed a CD into the system. A second later, List’s “Les Preludes” came forth through the speakers. Listening on, our man ripped open the rubber ring package and went strait to the bathroom. After dropping the package atop the closed toilet, he left and returned a half a minute later with a tool box. Opening it, he removed a crescent wrench and began to remove the sink’s faucet valve after he turned off the pipe’s valve beneath the fixture.

With the ring all replaced, Victor mounted the faucet valve back in place and tightened it with a wrench. Afterward, he turned the lower valve back on and tried turning on the water. It came out with no problem. Upon turning it off, he noticed that it didn’t leak any more. Glad to see his job finished and satisfactorily performed, Victor replaced the tools, threw the remaining rings into the box, closed it up, and replaced it from where it came.

Upon returning to the livingroom, Victor went strait to his desk and opened the bottom right drawer, removing a magazine. Going through the pages, he finally stopped at a page sized photo of an elegant dark haired lady looking almost exactly like the mannequin now completely disassembled to one corner of the room. Staring away, our man was becoming increasingly transfixed by the woman’s fetish image. Indeed, the periodical now in hand was entitled, “ Dominatrix”. He loved reading it and looking at the photos within, for the mystical contents satisfied his female domination hang-up. Continuing to gaze away, Victor made a mental note of all she had on, a one piece black corset, covering her cunt and tits, a beautiful pair of hip high black leather stiletto boots, and a pair of upper arm length gloves, also made of the same black leather as the corset and footwear. Thinking, he said to himself, “ She’s great; that’ll be the way I’ll dress my new lady up; oh yea, it’ll be fun to see her stand here everyday in and everyday out.” Smiling, Victor closed the issue and replaced it back in the drawer. Next, he switched on his computer atop the desk and went on line. There, he found the altravista search mode and punched in “ Fetish Attire.” Instantly, a long listing of webbsites came up to the screen. Scrolling downward, Victor eventually stopped at a site named “Leather for Ladies.” Clicking on the words, Victor saw the home page pop forth. Upon the screen was displayed a photo of an attractive brunette all dressed up as a domina. Truly, she looked gothic and noble. After inspecting the first page, he found a table of contents which included a choice saying, “ Click here for sexy leather outfits.” Naturally, Victor clicked his mouse and a fetish catalog came up. Here, he saw everything, boots, corsets, whips, gloves, hats, belts, etc. After reading away for over fifteen minutes, our fetish man decided upon the same boots, corset, and gloves he had already viewed in the magazine. Further, Victor decided to purchase a whip to go along with his order.

Reaching into his back pocket and producing his wallet, Victor removed a credit card and entered its number into the computer. Afterward, he made his choices, ordering the said items. With all complete, he hit the “submit order button” after giving the company his PO Box number. The information was on its way. As a result, Victor got off line and simply shut down his computer.

Waking up the next morning to the sound of the alarm clock, the man got out of bed, dressed, ate breakfast, and went to work. The next four days went by with nothing of exception happening. However, on the fifth day after placing his order, Victor went to his PO Box and opened the little door. Finding a key with a number upon it, Victor ventured over to the larger lockers and used the said key to retrieve a box measuring about a foot and a half by one foot. Taking the container with him, our man arrived home in anticipation. Inside his apartment, in the livingroom, he eagerly pulled open the box. There, before his eyes was the elegance of leather. Stimulated by both the sight and the smell, reminding him of his numerous encounters with professional dominatrixes, Victor pulled forth at the contents and removed them from the box. Excited, he unfolded everything and rubbed each item against his face, bathing in the fetish sensuality produced by his peculiar sexual disposition. Indeed, this action of his went on for over twenty minutes. In particular, he spent most of the said time with the stiletto masterpieces, works of a noble craft, or so it appeared to his sado-masochistic mind.

Completing his adoration of the material before him, Victor looked over and saw the box containing the mannequin’s parts. Turned on now, he decided to put the thing together and dress her up with the fetish items. Upon standing, Victor went into the apartment’s hall and retrieved his tool box from the closet. Returning, he knelt before the container given to him by Walmart and opened it. Inside, he glanced down at her head; moreover, the haunting eyes peered into his as if she was saying, “ Put me together; now!” Doing precisely that, our man removed her noble head, followed by her arms. From the second container, he removed the rest of her physique in conjunction with the stand.

Having her disassembled being laid out before him, Victor began putting her together with tools from the toolbox. Twenty minutes later, he not only had her together and standing, he also had her posture adjusted to his desires. Looking at her naked frame, he smiled and went over to the fetish attire, bending down and reaching first for the boots. After carrying the footwear over to the mannequin, Victor knelt before the exquisite duplication of womanhood, and slowly raised her right foot, bending it at the knee, for the figure had built in hinges at the joints. With her sole two feet off the floor, Victor cautiously slid on the right boot. With no problem, the stiletto attraction went on and up until its top reached her thigh. The boot in place, Victor did the same with the other.

While still on his knees, our man moved back at least six feet. Eyeing her form afar, he was taken in by her image, truly, the footwear added an extra dimension, bringing out the gothic mystique he so admired in certain woman!

Getting up now, the fetish individual went back to the rest of the Internet order and took the corset. Going back to the mannequin, he put the thing over her frame. After tying the leather attire at the back, he had the corset all snug and tight. Again, he moved back some and admired the slender, but firm and stern figure before him. The black leather gave her more stamina, radiating control in a darker, fiendish, yet seductive zeytinburnu escort way! Pleased with his work thus far, Victor went and got the gloves. Obviously, he put these on the mannequin mistress. With that, Victor slowly pushed the base of the stand to one corner of the livingroom, opposite the front entrance. Finally, the fetish loner took up the whip and placed it into her hand, letting the rest of it hang loose down to the floor.

Smiling, Victor again admired her from the otherside of the room. Turning his attention next to the mess, Victor gathered up all the garbage paper from the order and pushed it all into one of the boxes. Finishing up with his cleaning, Victor took all three boxes out to the trash, returning empty handed to the livingroom. Staring away at her ladyship, Victor had the urge for some music. Sifting through his CD collection lying about the entertainment center, he finally decided upon Mozart’s Requiem. The piece would be perfect, for her image radiated death in a luring and lucid way. Consequently, the music began and Victor turned down the lights, producing a more tranquil and lonely atmosphere.

Absorbing the measures, Victor lost contact with reality. Slowly, he sank to his knees and crawled to the mannequin. With his face at level with her feet, he began kissing the leather just above the stiletto heel. Excited, Victor began to erect as he continued on with the job. Kissing away, fifteen minutes past when he looked up and stared at her towering form. Just kneeling there, Victor continued to look up to her as if she were some queen from days of old. Eyeing her physique, Victor’s mind began to fantasize. He saw himself walking through a wooded area sometime on a gray Autumn day. Eventually, his wanderings brought him before a dark and forboding looking castle. Afterward, he approached the front entrance and walked right in. There, seated upon her thrown was the mistress, legs crossed, wearing her dominatrix outfit, covered with a black cape. Standing helplessly in the main hall, Victor imagined himself being slowly hypnotized and seduced by her diabolical eyes, absorbing the very life out of him.

As Mozart’s masterpiece continued, Victor raised himself slightly and began kissing the gloved hands. With fetish precision, he adored every spot, leaving nothing untouched. Finally, as he worshipped away, the CD came to an end. Surrounded with complete silence, Victor glanced at his watch, it was ten fifteen. As a result, the man made every effort to pull himself away and shower off, for tomorrow he had to work. All done and cleaned up, Victor went to bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

While sleeping, Victor was instantly awakened by the sound of thunder. Pounding away from the sky, he heard another. Looking at his bedroom ceiling, he was momentarily stunned by its illumination via a lightening stroke. However, tired as he was, he drifted back to sleep when another thunder clap raised him back to semiconsciousness. Drifting back and forth between sleep and cognition, the man tossed and turned in bed. Nevertheless, as he was roused again by the noise of thunder and the blinding sting of lightening, he was sure the silhouette of a human form presented itself before the window. Sitting up quickly, Victor inspected the area before the transparent curtain, while it slowly waved in the wind. Seeing nothing, he merely shrugged it off as part of a dream, for he wasn’t even sure when he was awake or asleep. As a result, Victor laid himself back and drifted off, this time sleeping peacefully as the storm left the area.

Awakened by the alarm, Victor got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There, he got himself ready. Finally, with all done, he returned to the bedroom, got dressed, and went out to the kitchen. Still yawning, he made a cup of coffee and noticed the time, six twenty. This gave him another thirty minutes before it’s time time to leave. After taking his first sip of coffee, Victor began to fix himself a bowl of cereal. Completed, he sat down to eat.

The cereal consumed, the man got up and took the yet unfinished coffee with him. Having a few more minutes of free time, he ventured out to the livingroom. Upon arrival, he stopped dead in his tracks and only stared forth, for he was stunned by what he saw! Standing there, Victor began to wonder about his sanity. He said to himself, “ No, it can’t be; I could’ve sworn I stood her on that side.” Perplexed, he slowly moved over to the mannequin situated at a new location in another corner of the livingroom. Looking at her, then looking over to what he knew to be her previous location, Victor simply ask the figure in a sarcastic voice, “ Now, how did you do that?” Still confused, Victor finished his coffee and returned to the kitchen. There, he took note of time. After lying down the cup, he got his briefcase and returned to the livingroom. Again, he glanced at the dominatrix, opened the door, and stepped outside, locking it thereafter.

At work, our man couldn’t shake off the strange feeling which was starting to overtake him. Not being able to explain it, he simply continued with his job until quitting time. The workday over, he grabbed his briefcase and left. Getting into his topaz, he started the engine and drove back to his apartment. Upon arrival, he parked his car and went up to his suite. Standing before the entrance with keys in hand, Victor momentarily froze. Listening carefully, he slowly placed his ear upon the door. Sure enough, Mozart’s Requiem flowed forth. Again confused, Victor unlocked the door and pushed it open. Playing away, the stereo resounded with that exquisite masterpiece of so long ago. Turning his eyes quickly to the mannequin, she still stood in the same place as in the morning, save for the fact that now her left hand seemed to be raised higher than previously.

After closing the door, Victor walked over to the stereo, inspected it, and turned it off. Feeling the haunting silence surrounding him, Victor cautiously went over to her gothic ladyship, examine her stature with the eye of a hawk. She didn’t move, she didn’t breath, she didn’t speak, so how in the world could she be responsible for anything. Wondering to himself, Victor decided that either someone is playing tricks on him, or by accident, the custodian entered his apartment and somehow caused the strange affair.

Going over to his phone, Victor dialed the custodian’s number. After two rings, he heard, “ Hello.”

Victor then replied, “ Oh hi Dan; did you or someone you know come into my apartment either last night or sometime today?”

“ No, why, is something wrong?”

Hesitating for a second, Victor eventually said, “ Ah, well, no, I think I may have moved something myself and forgot about it; thanks anyway, sorry for bothering you.”

Being the understanding type, Dan replied, “ Ok, but if you need anything, just call again.” Victor said thanks and hung up. Not wanting to embarrass himself about the mannequin, he simply decided to let it all go in the hopes that nothing will happen.

The evening came to an end and Victor showered şişli escort off, put on his night clothes, and was about to go to bed when he had a sudden urge to see the “ fake lady”. Going out to the livingroom, Victor stood before her and slowly went to his knees. Again, as on the previous day, he kissed away at her boots. This time, he got more pleasure than before, for the new mystery surrounding her gave the fetish adoration an extra dimension.

Finishing up with his peculiar actions, the man got sleepy and ventured back to the bedroom, lying down and drifting off to dream world. However, as the night progressed, Victor was sleeping lighter and lighter. Finally, he awoke at two thirty in the morning and sat up. Before his view, the curtains fluttered and waved in the light warm breeze as a small amount of light entered from the moon outside and above. Musing, he was still rubbing his eyes when he thought he heard something. Holding still, Victor could make out the familiar notes of the death mass. Sure enough, Mozart’s same piece played on, coming from the livingroom. Getting out of bed, Victor timidly ventured to the room’s door. There, he peered down the short hall out toward the livingroom. Nothing, only the sound of the Requiem, all lights were out. Slowly, he moved down the passage and to the livingroom’s door post. Reaching over, Victor finally found the light switch built into the wall. Flicking it upward, a lamp upon a stand next to the solfa went on.

Immediately, Victor began to perspire. His heart raced forth as his knees buckled and he went down. Kneeling there, Victor looked strait into her eyes. Seated upon the couch, the lady, whip in hand, gave him an evil grin. He couldn’t believe it, before him sat a true living dominatrix, legs crossed, smiling, and radiating a force all to her own!

Before he could say a word, she got up and walked over to the curtain draped before the glass doors to the balcony’s entrance. With one pull, she spread the two pieces upon the rollers. Next, the lady opened the sliding doors and let the night air in. Pointing to the light switch, she said in an assertive, yet seductive voice, “ Turn off that light.” Fumbling with himself, Victor finally got up and flicked off the switch.

Falling back to his knees, Victor managed to ask, “ Who are you?”

Not saying anything at first, the feline slowly walked out atop the terrace, turned around, and leaned her back against the rail, all bathed in moonlight, producing an image strait from a romance novel. Standing there, she finally spoke into the apartment, “ I’m what you want; I’m your alter self, your every desire.” Speaking further, she said, “ And you know what you want, you know what you are; you can’t hide from me.” Curious and still frightened, Victor crawled to her upon his knees. Eventually, he made it outside and knelt before her magnificent stiletto footwear.

After raising his eyes up toward her glory, he humbly inquired, “ What is it that I want?”

Her dark eyes poked forth as she said, “ Everyday you yern for it; every moment you beg for it; it’s the reason why you decided to bring me home with you from that store.”

Hearing her words, Victor began to understand her meaning; he inquired, “ You mean I yern for death; the end of life, that eternal peace of the abyss?”

“ Ofcourse,” she rudely replied, “ Your pathetic being isn’t worth shit, and you know it; what have you done with your life thus far that’s worth anything, nothing, and you’ll never be anything, you’re a loser, that’s all that’s to it!”

Overcome by a horrific terror, Victor sensed, felt, and lived the truth of her words. Broken, he sank his face into her leather boots, exclaiming, “ Oh mistress, oh lady of death, please help me!”

Across his back, a sharp sting penetrated his soul. “ You’re beyond help,” she screamed after striking him with the whip, “ You’re nothing but trash!” Again, another strike of the whip. Afterward, she ordered, “ Take off your clothes, now!” Obediently, Victor removed his pajamas and knelt naked in the moonlight. Grabbing hold of his jaw with her leather clad hand, the lady brought her face closer to his and said, “ Just look at you, look at you, I’ll finish you off and that’ll be the end of that!”

His fear was also mixing itself with his fetish disposition. As she held his mouth, he began to erect. Seeing his cock swell up, she spit in his face and let go, standing herself up strait again. Laughing, she remarked, “ Ha, I see you’ll enjoy your ride to hell!” Again, Victor fell forward and kissed away at the boots. She let him worship her for a full ten minutes until he heard, “ Stop, shit head; go crawl inside and lay on your back.” Immediately, Victor obeyed the mistress, doing exactly as told. After stretching himself atop the carpet, the ghostly and haunting feline entered and walked up to his naked frame. There, she began placing her left boot atop his chest, depressing ever harder. Eventually, blood came forth as the spike dug in deeper and deeper. Screaming, Victor finally breathed a sigh of relief when she raised her boot up and removed the heel.

Lying there in pain, Victor experienced no comfort when her whip came down and ripped across his chest. Again and again, she whipped away until Victor could stand no more. Yelling out, he said, “ Please, please stop!” Not complying, the lady continued, causing Victor to get up and run away. As a frightened child, he ran back to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, hoping it’s all a dream. However, as the man rotated, he saw her silhouette against the window. Terrified, he turned, opened the door, and ran again. As Victor darted from the chamber, he felt the sting of her majestic whip come across his back.

When he returned to the livingroom, there she was, leaning against the balcony’s door post and smiling wickedly at him, saying, “ There’s no escape,; you wanted me, now I’m hear; I’m never going to let you go until you’re finished, and I mean finished!”

Rising over the town, the morning sun shone forth as officer Rick looked up at the apartment complex from where he was standing. Turning, he said to his partner, “ All right, better go inside and find out which apartment he fell from.” Nodding, the man pushed his way through the small crowd gathered about the naked corpse lying smashed upon the concrete.

Rick’s partner located Dan and ask, “ Can you identify the man outside?”

Dan inquired, “ What man?”

The officer answered, “ Sorry to tell you, but it looks as if someone jumped from one of the upper balconies sometime last night, we just found him this morning.”

Surprised, Dan ventured out and looked at the body. Immediately, he said, “ Yea, that’s Victor, he lives up in 510.” No sooner he spoke, an ambulance arrived and picked up the body. Afterward, both policeman followed Dan to Suite 510. Using his custodian key, Dan entered with the two officers. Inside, all three looked around.

Speaking to his partner, Rick said, “ Hey look, look at that mannequin; didn’t the man’s body have whip marks all over it?” Walking toward the “woman”, officer Rick looked closer at the figure A cold chill went up his spine as he stared into her eyes. Turning away, he couldn’t help but feel the presence of something different, a strange sensation creeping ever deeper into his inner being!

The End

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Alyssa and her daughter Kayla were enjoying their first Halloween out on their own. They were thirty and sixteen trick or treating alone not part of a group for the first time. Alyssa was wearing a very revealing slutty nurse costume. Her daughter Kayla was wearing a very slutty slave girls costume. They had made the rounds and were about to retire when Kayla said lets hit the old Dunstan place , some one has been moving in all week.

The sisters headed up to the old mansion and standing on the front porch knocked but were unprepared when a trapdoor dropped them into a chute. The next thing they knew was waking up strapped to a table naked. They could see each other and began yelling for help when the door opened to the room and a man in a lab coat entered. He introduced himself as Dr. Quillian and moving next to Alyssa’s table moved a tray into place and told her this is going to hurt but all will be better in the end.

Kayla watched in fear as the Dr. worked on her mother. First he took a syringe filled with a white liquid and injected it through her nipples deep into each breast. The pain was intense as Alyssa screamed in agony. Then he he attached electrodes and sent a steady current into her breasts. She felt them grow slightly becoming firm and youthful. Her aureoles sand nipples swelled and darkened. Then her breasts squirted milk as they tingled and showed signs of arousal. Then he moved to her groin where he attached devices that spread her vaginal lips wide open.

He inserted a small button sarıyer escort like object beneath the skin. It encircled her clit and after sealing it up it kept her constantly aroused and wet. She felt the need for her cunt to be filled and fucked. He smiled at her and asked her so how is my beautiful slut doing. Alyssa began panting and screamed at him to fuck her begging him to fill her womb. He laughed and motioned a robot forward. The robot lay on top of her where suction pads came from his chest attaching to each nipple and began milking her.

Then his metal dildo slid deep into her and began pumping and spinning into her vagina bringing her to the first of many orgasms. He was not done as a metallic tube came out of him and entered her rectum alternating between pumping a glowing liquid into her bowels then sucking it back out. Finally his mouth covered hers forcing her mouth open and a cock like device was shoved down her throat pumping in and out occasionally spewing the same glowing green gel like liquid. Soon her abdomen looked like she was eight months pregnant as the gel filled her bowels and womb and her breasts filled with milk.

She screamed out her pleasure as she was continuously being raped by the robot. While this was happening Her daughter Kayla had her own problems. The doctor released her from the table and led her to a door pushing her into the next room and closing the door. Maylz found herself naked in a large empty room. Suddenly she was sprayed with some sefaköy escort strange liquid and a variety of animals entered the room. She watched and whimpered in fear as she saw a large obviously aroused wolf stalked around the room. A large boar also wandered around the room.

She noted others all sporting hard engorged penises. She quaked in fear as a chimpanzee , a bear , a lizard of some kind , and a large snake stalked her. Then a voice came from a speaker telling her that if she wanted to survive she would get on her hands and knees to make it easier for her to be bred. She sobbed and replied that she could not be impregated by the animals. The voice informed her that normally that was true but she had been modified and now could carry offspring of any creature.

Sobbing she assumed the position indicated and screamed when the wolf mounted her and violently fucked her pussy until he ejaculated in her. Moving away now satisfied the wolf lay down in the corner and the boar immediately mounted her thrusting into her sensitive vagina. Its cock spines locking them together as he fucked her for four hours finally maming her scream when he pulled out of her leaving her cunt leaking blood and sperm as well as her orgasmic juices. Kayla lay on the floor her young body slowly recovering from the abuse when the chimp took his turn.

Using his strength he forced her wide and into her cunt fucking her pussy as she screamed in agony then when done with her cunt he shoved into her anus seyrantepe escort making her scream more as he breached her virginal asshole. Thinking it was over Kayla lay on the floor with her legs spread wide trying to not let anything touch her groin front or back but she felt found her trial was not over. First the bear had his way with her and then to her disgust the large lizard raped her. She lay on the floor exhausted , and in pain from these strange animals breeding her.

The snake moved between her legs and parted her vaginal lips slipping its body into her womb. It curled up and began pumping out eggs which attached to the walls of her womb. When finished she now carried a hundred snake eggs and it left her slipping out of her vagina. Months went by and Alyssa and Kayla’s lifereturned to normal the only reminder being the pairs swllen stomachs and breasts. Then one day while they were out together Kayla felt a stirring in her stomach and ripping off her clothes right in the mall people gathered as Kayla expelled baby snake after baby snake from her womb.

Her children crawling from her cunt. People recorded the event as she cried out in agony. The stress of watching her daughter give birth pushed Alyssa over the edge and she stripped as small half human half machines crawled out of her and had soon claimed her nipples feeding from them. The pair were quickly taken to the nearest hospital along with as many of their prodigy as could be caught but soon all were transferred to a private science lab and never hood or seen by anyone outside the labs again.

Many of the lab workers enjoyed the pairs bodies espacially Alyssa’s since her body required almost constand sex to survive if she did not get it her body would start to die.

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Am I obsessed? Oh yeah, I am definitely obsessed. I have a new hobby, watching my mother and her boyfriend Fred, have sex. Sick? Yeah I suppose it is. I started like every other son on this earth. I saw mother naked a few times, once in the bathtub, once or twice when I opened the bathroom door and she was on the toilet, and once when I came home and she didn’t know it. The next thing I new I was sitting on the couch in the half-darkness and she came waltzing by completely naked. I was shocked. It was quite a sight. I masturbated for over a year using that memory. And that started my obsession. At that moment I became a voyeur.

The big change came the night that mom and Fred were out late on a date and came home about 2 AM. I got up, hearing a noise. I needed to borrow gas money from mom, as usual. I needed it early the next morning and knew she wouldn’t be awake, so I set my mind to wake up when she got home. Only she wasn’t alone. There was mom in the entranceway of the house, kissing Fred with her blouse open and fantastic chest gloriously naked. My god, she was beautiful.

I stood just inside my bedroom door and looked down the hallway. Mom had small, firm breasts, breasts that most 18 year old girls would kill for. I mean they were perfect. She kissed Fred passionately, and Fred kissed her back. As I watched he kissed her ear. Mom moaned so loudly that it would have waken me up if I had been asleep. What the hell were they doing, making out in the hallway? Were they plastered? She had a room just down the hall from me.

Fred kissed her chin, the side of her neck, then beneath her chin. She really liked that. She moaned like crazy. Then, to my surprise, Fred clamped his lips onto my mother’s breast and began sucking.

My cock was so hard I thought I’d die. I opened the front of my boxers and took my cock in my hand. I began rubbing it while watching mom make out through the crack in my door. I thought I’d explode when I ran my hand up and down my cock a few times. I restrained a moan of pleasure. It didn’t take long for the lubricant from my cock to lubricate the head. I ran my hand over the slimy end of my cock and my knees nearly buckled. It felt so good. I opened my eyes again and gasped in horror. They were coming. I slid my door closed as fast as possible without making noise. I heard footsteps passing as I leaned my head against the door, waiting. Mom giggled before closing the door to her bedroom.

I locked my bedroom door, fell on my bed and finished my masturbation with vision of my mother’s breast in my head. It was a fantastic handjob.

A picture of my mother making out remained in ataşehir escort my mind. So when I saw the add for a panning hidden video camera for $75 dollars, my eyes widened in surprise. I could put this camera in my mother’s room and she would never know it. In fact, my mother always left her closet open. It would fit nicely on the top shelf. That clutter had been unmoved since my father died ten years before. It had been some of his stuff, mostly. Yeah, the camera would fit up there very nicely. I clicked on it, took out the slip from my mother’s credit card, and ordered it. She would never know.

The camera came in, I read the directions, and stuck it to an old Monopoly box in her closet with a piece of two-sided tape. I waited breathlessly until Friday night. I heard them come in the door, as usual, and head for her room. I carefully locked my door and booted up the software for the camera. With a little tweaking I had a high quality image I could be proud of.

At first I was disappointed. Although I had a good shot of my mother’s tits, the rest of her body was covered with a silk sheet. I hated those sheets, they were leopard skin design. I didn’t know how she slept in them.

My mother sat up and Fred surged up off the bed and captured her nipple in his mouth. The way mother was moving, I think they were fucking, but I didn’t know for sure.

Fred had a beard and mustache which must have tickled mother’s breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind. She had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying his mouth and tongue on her breast. I was so horny I could have fucked a fence post. Unfortunately, all I had available was my hand. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and set it on the desk by the computer. I stood and shoved down my shorts.

My God, mother was certainly beautiful. And she looked so damned sexy on my computer screen. I was proud of her.

I took my cock into my hand and began stroking it. I moaned in pleasure, not fearful of being heard. There were several walls and a lot of space between our rooms. Bless the guy who thought up this camera. It was the best invention since the bicycle.

“Oh, yes,” my mother mouthed silently on the camera. The next thing I needed was sound. I didn’t know how to arrange that, possibly with a more expensive camera. I stroked my cock furiously. I was delighted when Fred reached out and slid the blanket off my mother’s ass. She had such a beautiful ass, tanned and shapely.

Fred laid back on the bed and my mother moved closer to his mouth. My eyes bugged out when I saw her move forward and put her pussy into Fred’s eager lips. avcılar escort He sucked and licked while she withered above him.

Then Fred did something which I will be eternally grateful for. He turned on the bed to give his feet more room. This put him so I had a perfect view of him eating her pussy. It was almost as if he knew I was watching. I shivered at the thought. Stroking my cock rapidly, I kept my eyes glued to my mother’s sweet pussy. It was small and hairless. How beautiful. Fred stuck his tongue right up inside my mother’s pussy, spreading the lips apart as he slid his tongue through it from bottom to top. He paused and fluttered the tip of his cock on her clit, and she went wild. Her hands went to the top of his head and she pulled him up tightly into her pussy. His eyes flew open and a look of desperation filled them. He licked furiously for several more minutes, then paused, spoke to her, and she rolled off his face.

I moaned, annoyed at the interruption. I was getting close to an orgasm. It was just a matter of minutes now. My cock was well lubricated. My hand slid easily over the length of my cock. I was feeling the deep, slow burn in my balls.

Fred left the bed. I heard the toilet flush in my mother’s room, then Fred reappeared. He fell to the bed and my mother crawled across the bed after him. She sank down and took his cock into her lips and I almost died. I pumped my hand on my cock furiously, gasping for breath.

Mom only sucked his dick for a moment, then he rolled over on his back. She walked across the bed on her knees, straddled his body, and eased herself down on his cock. I could almost feel it on my cock. It must have felt so damned good.

“Oh yes,” I gasped, now out of breath. Mom began rising and falling on his cock. I wondered how she kept from breaking it. She was obviously feeling wonderful. Her head was back and she was bucking like crazy. Once again I noticed how damned beautiful my mother was. If I hadn’t been proud of her before, I was certainly more proud of her, now that I had seen her naked. What a fox.

By panning the camera in, I had such a good shot that I could clearly see her puckered asshole. I whined slightly as my orgasm started. I clamped my hand over the head of my cock, with my eyes glued to my mother’s asshole, and cried out as the spurts of hot cum filled my hand.

When I looked back up, mother and Fred had finished their orgasm’s as well. Mother was sliding gently forward and back on his wilting cock, which now lay on his abdomen. Mother rolled off and I turned off my computer, then wiped myself clean enough alanya escort to use the shower without dripping on the way there.

After my shower I fell on the bed and went to sleep with visions of my mother’s beautiful body filling my head.

Saturday, the following night. They went out for drinks again. This time they came home early. I had made a snack and was watching the Tonight Show. They came in arm-in- arm. I waved, we spoke for a while, then they made their way back to her bedroom. I dropped the bowl of popcorn and ran to my room.

It took a few minutes to boot up the program. I waited breathlessly.

Mother was laid out in the bed, with her head in my direction. Fred was eating her cute little hairless pussy like it was the last food on earth, and he was starving. He lapped her pussy like a dog, she squirmed and cried so loudly I could hear it clear down in my room. Mom really liked having her pussy eaten.

Her hands went to her breasts and began mashing them. I watched her long fingers indent the flesh of her breasts. They were so sexy and beautiful.

Fred quit eating my mom and sat up on his knees, looking down at her with a smile. I leaned forward in anticipation. I needed to learn how to record it. I knew it was only a matter of downloading the software from the internet. This was good stuff.

To my horror, the picture of my mother, and the bed, suddenly altered. Without warning the pictured tipped toward the floor. Then the camera hurtled through space, bounced on the carpet, and lay aimed toward the shoes in my mother’s closet. I gasped in horror and sat looking at the shoes, waiting for her scream of outrage. But apparently the camera had fallen unnoticed. In half an hour Fred left. Apparently he had to be somewhere, which is why they came home early. I was hoping that mom would leave the bedroom so I could fix the camera. Maybe it was best to remove it for a while.

I gasped when the picture on my computer abruptly moved. It swung back and forth, aimed at the floor, until it suddenly showed my mother’s naked pussy. I didn’t know it, but she was looking over the camera and the pussy shot was accidental. I gasped and moved forward, taking in every intricate detail of her sweet little box. It was perfect. As good or better than the pictures in Playboy or Penthouse. God she was beautiful.

The camera moved closer and I quickly tapped the key to make it focus. The movement of the lens alerted her. Without warning the camera tipped up, showing only my mother’s face.

“Kevin, I think it’s time we talked,” she mouthed the words into the camera. I knew I was in trouble.

I was grounded one month for watching my mother have sex. I was grounded for another month for using her credit card without asking. I certainly learned my lesson. The new camera is mounted in a smoke alarm.

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I guess I began noticing that my son, Jason, was growing up when he joined the high school football team and started working out on weights in the basement. He’d come upstairs afterwards all sweaty, with his wet clothes clinging to his broadening shoulders and flat torso, and his shorts stuck to his tight ass and muscular legs. With his damp shorts hugging every crevice and curve, It was pretty obvious that he was extremely well-hung….even bigger than his father, who was also pretty big in that department. His cock was always hanging down one leg of his wet, baggy shorts….the outline of his shaft clear beneath the sweaty fabric….and it appeared to be about 8” long flaccid….and thick. I tried not to stare, but it was an impressive sight, and I found that I got moist between my legs whenever I caught sight of him in his workout clothes.

In our house, my husband usually got up earlier than Jason or me, although he often woke me up with his morning wood sliding in and out of my pussy….eventually blasting a load of cum inside me before jumping in the shower to get ready for work. Then I’d get up, throw a robe over my naked body, and fix him breakfast before he left. Sometimes he’d open my robe at the front door and squeeze my big tits and finger my pussy for a quick minute or two before heading out to his car and driving into the office. On occasion he’d get worked up while doing this, and I’d end up on my knees, sucking his stiff cock until he exploded in my mouth right there by the front door. Then I’d slide his dick back inside his slacks and zip him up so he could go jump in his car and head to work.

Next, I’d go upstairs to wake up Jason for school. I usually sat on the side of his bed and shook his shoulder or rubbed his chest, murmuring ‘wake up, honey’ and ‘it’s time to get up, sweetie’. Eventually he’d open his eyes and stretch, kick his covers off, then lumber into the bathroom for a shower, while I returned to the kitchen to make his breakfast.

One day….after my husband had shoved his morning erection into my pussy, emptied his nutsack inside me, eaten breakfast, copped a feel at the front door, and left for work…. I was sitting on the side of Jason’s bed rubbing his chest and shaking his shoulder to wake him up. I found myself softly massaging the muscles of his chest, then tracing my hands down the lined muscles of his torso. I could see that Jason was still asleep, but I surprised myself by gently pushing the blankets down from his waist to just below his knees, allowing me to get a good look at his morning wood. He was naked except for boxer shorts, and the hem of his shorts had pulled up, so that I could see the tip of his cock and about 3 inches of his shaft sticking out below one side of his boxers.

I was a bit mesmerized, as it was the closest I’d come to seeing his dick since he was much younger, and it was truly impressive. The shaft as long and thick….it bayrampaşa escort appeared to be semi-erect, and maybe 9” long. I couldn’t help myself…. I unconsciously reached over and ran my fingertips along the length of the shaft. It jerked slightly and grew another inch in response to my touch, but Jason remained sleeping. After running my fingers along the rigid pole and gently tickling the tip with my fingernails, I slowly wrapped my hand around the exposed portion of his cock and began gently stroking. It was warm in my hand….almost hot….as it grew to its full 10” in my palm.

Jason mumbled something and spread his legs a little further apart, but I looked up to check and could see that he was still sleeping. After a brief battle of conscience, I decided I was going to do this, and I shifted my hand so that I was holding Jason’s engorged prick straight up in the air, and I began slowly jerking his entire shaft, running my hand up over the tip on the up stroke, and all the way down to the base of his cock on the down stroke. It looked and felt amazing. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I stared at my hand sliding up and down on Jason’s enormous pole. I slipped my other hand between my legs and began rubbing my stiffening clit with two of my fingers.

Right about then Jason woke up, stretched a little, and with bleary eyes looked at me and said, “Mom…what are you doing?”

I smiled at him and said, “Just helping you wake up, honey. How’s it feel?”

“Oh my God, mom….it feels fantastic,”

Then he stretched again, spread his legs even wider, and clasped his hands behind his head, as I picked up the pace and began jerking his hard-on in earnest. I watched as he closed his eyes and murmured his pleasure, with a wide grin plastered on his face. After just laying back and enjoying the sensations of my warm hand pumping his stiff rod for a few minutes, he took one hand from behind his head and slipped it inside my robe.

He grabbed and squeezed both of my boobs, then found and pinched my erect nipples, saying, “I’ve always wanted to see these up close….you have the most amazing tits.”

I was still rubbing my clitoris, and…..between Jason pinching my nipples, my hand stroking his stiff erection, and my fingers grinding away between my legs….I launched into a delicious orgasm that washed over me like a warm ocean wave. I closed my eyes and moaned, enjoying the tingly sensations shooting between my nipples and clit.

I quickened my hand on Jason’s prick, paying a little more attention to the bulbous tip of his cock, and after only a few minutes he let out a loud groan and erupted….sending several ropes of cum two feet into the air. He rocked his hips into my pumping fist and continued spurting jizzm all over my hand, and onto his stomach, as he emptied his nutsack and moaned his appreciation.

I continued slowly beykoz escort stroking Jason’s softening shaft after he finished cumming and smiled over at him as he grinned at me and kept gently pulling on my nipples.

“That was amazing, mom. I think you should wake me up like that every morning!”

I laughed and pushed his hands away from my tits, saying, “OK, that’s enough……you need to get showered and ready for school. I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.”

Jason came into the kitchen, dressed and ready for school….and still smiling.

“I don’t know where that came from, mom, but I liked it.”

I smiled up at him, gently squeezed his crotch with my hand, and said, “I liked it, too. Maybe we can do it again tomorrow morning.”

After breakfast, I walked him to the door and….after he reached inside my robe for a final squeeze of each tit….he headed off to school.

Jason had football practice after school that day, and when he came home he went into the laundry room and stripped off his sweaty clothes. He threw them in the washer, then found me in the kitchen preparing dinner. He walked in, completely naked, with his cock and nutsack dangling between his legs and a huge grin on his face.

When I saw him walking toward me, I couldn’t take my eyes off his semi-erect shaft, sticking out from his torso, but hanging down at the end and bobbing up and down as he walked….it seemed to be getting stiffer…and bigger…as he made his way over to where I stood by the sink.

Still eyeing his dangling prick, I laughed and said, “What the hell is this?”

He walked up to where I was cutting up vegetables for a salad, reached around from behind and grabbed a boob in each hand, rubbing his growing hard-on against my leg.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about the fantastic handjob you gave me this morning, and I’ve been looking forward to getting my hands on your tits again all day,” he said, as he began massaging my breasts and pushing his hips against my ass.

Still chuckling, I said, “Well, that was this morning, Jason….right now I’m making dinner for you and your father.”

Jason said, “Who are you kidding, mom. Dad won’t be home until almost 9 pm tonight, just like every other night. It’s just you and me for dinner….again.”

I nodded….”Ok, fair point.” I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his almost fully erect cock and said, ”So….what did you have in mind?”

He turned me around so I was facing him, reached between my legs with one hand up under my sun dress and began rubbing my pussy through my panties, while continuing to massage one of my boobs with his other hand.…”How about if we take a shower together so I can clean the football field off my body?”

I have to admit, my body was responding to everything he was doing..… my nipples were already hard and my panties were soaked.

I smiled beyşehir escort up at him and said, “OK….let’s do that.” I grabbed his now fully erect cock in one hand, and led him out of the kitchen, gently stroking it as we made our way up the stairs to the master bathroom. I started the water running, shoved him inside, then pulled my sun dress over my head and slipped off my panties. I didn’t have a bra on, so my 34E boobs sprung free and swayed back and forth as I joined him in the shower.

Jason immediately focused on my jiggling tits, squeezing and pulling on them, using soap to lather them up, then gently pinching my already stiff nipples. Then he slid one hand between my legs and began rubbing my engorged clitoris.

I returned the favor, using soap to lather his balls and jerk his erect penis. I leaned up to give him a wet, tongue-filled kiss as we rubbed and stroked each other under the spray of the shower.

My vagina was dripping wet by now, and Jason’s fingers on my clit felt amazing. Still locked in a hard, passionate kiss, he gently nudged my back up against the shower wall and pushed my legs apart with his knees. Jason squatted a little and rocked forward, then straightened his legs, so that his stiff cock slid easily into my exposed pussy. My God, it felt amazing. His thick shaft was hitting all the right spots inside my cunt, and he started pumping his hips up and down, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I had an orgasm almost immediately, then ground my clit against the base of his cock as he kept driving his prick deeper and deeper inside me. After only a couple of minutes, I had another climax. I wrapped my arms around Jason’s neck, and held on – moaning into his chest – as he kept pummeling me with his rigid pole over and over.

After another few minutes, Jason grabbed my ass with both hands and slammed his cock as deep as it would go inside me, then unloaded several streams of warm, gooey cum all over the walls of my cunt. He kept pumping away, spewing more jizzm and groaning in my ear as he emptied his balls inside me….his spunk spilling out from around his shaft and dripping onto the shower floor between our legs.

When he was finally done cumming, we shared another soft kiss, then cleaned each other off and stepped out of the shower. He used a towel to dry me off, spending extra time on each breast and murmuring about how much he loved to see them bounce and jiggle. I dried him off next, squeezing his ass cheeks with my left hand, while I ran the towel over his still semi-hard shaft with the other. I was amazed at the fact that he was still fairly hard….I thought to myself, “Holy shit, to be a teenager again.”

And so, a daily routine unfolded. After my husband left for work in the morning, I’d go up to Jason’s room and wake him up with a handjob or blowjob, while he played with my swaying boobs. Since my husband usually came home late every night, Jason would typically fuck me before dinner….sometimes in the shower, sometimes in the kitchen. Either way, I got to feel his big prick deep inside me before my husband got home from work just about every day.

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It was a couple months after Jessie and I turned 14. I remember exactly what Jessie was wearing that day, a tight jeans skirt, and a tank top that barely covered her. Jessie and I skipped class and went into the gym. We carefully snuck into the gym. When Jessie and I were talking I thought I should make my move. I reached her pussy and started gently fingering her. ”No Brandon” Jessie said. Suddenly the door opened.

Five boys i know started laughing and smiled at eachother. One boy recorded and took pictures, the others started striping Jessie. They knew that their cheap condoms weren’t gonna work so instead of banging her they used items. To start off 2 boys held Jessie down spreading her legs wide, the other 2 stuck 2 fingers each in Jessies pussy at the same time. Jessie screamed and kicked, but it was no use. One boy started searching through Jessie’s bag and found her stash of tampons. They stuck them everywhere. 4 in her ass, 6 in her mouth and 5 in her pussy. They started biting her pussy and nipples. Jessie was crying and screaming. They went into a bag and pulled out maple syrup. They opened her pussy lips and poured it straight into her hole. Before they left they tied Jessie’s arms and legs together in a way that stretched out a full view arnavutköy escort of her pussy. I felt horrible that I sat there and now Jessie has tampons stuck up in her, covered in syrup and cum, and tied up.

I finally gained the courage to save Jessie. I picked her up and ran out the gym. Everyone in the school was laughing and taking pictures. Later, the school newspaper came out the headline was: JESSICA ROBERTS-THE BIGGEST WHORE IN THE WORD!!!
After school, i rode my bike to Jessie’s house i climed her tree then came in through the window. ”Jessie, are you here?” I asked. I wondered where Jessie was. Suddenly, the door opened.

Jessie was wearing a clear transparent gown. It barely covered her virgin pussy. It looked like a robe. I could see she wasn’t wearing anything under the gown.

Jessie walked slowly to me. ”Shhh” she wispered softly. Jessie wrapped her legs around my waist, I could feel her cunt getting wetter as her cum dripped off of her onto my pants. She climed on me like a money. She sat on my lap on the floor. I slowly lifted her and carried her into her parents room as I gently kissed her soft skin.

I layed her down on the bed, she pulled off her clothes. I was atakent escort amazed my her big, soft and warm breast. I softly caressed them in my hands. I kissed her breast and bit her nipples, I felt her cunt getting wetter. My cock was rock hard. I ripped of my clothes. Not to brag but, my dick is pretty big. Jessie crawled over to me. She started licking my cock head, a little pre-cum shot her on the face. She grabbed my cock harshly and stretched her mouth over my cock. She started slowly, and then she was going at sonic speed. Her mouth was like a suction, it was like having my cock in a super tight pussy.

I knew I was about to cum but I didn’t want to tell Jessie. I shot my load straight into Jessie’s mouth. She sat there for a second, hesitated then swallowed the whole thing. Jessie started licking all the cum off of my cock. WOW!!! I couldn’t believe it, she swallowed all my cum.

I layed Jessie down on the bed and opened her legs wide. I wanted to lick her pussy, but her parents would be home soon. I quickly stuck my tongue in her pussy, moved it around and licked her pussy juices up. Now, it was time to lose my virginity. I shoved my cock deep into her no longer virgin pussy, I suddenly felt something bostancı escort blocking my way, and I knew exactly what it was.

I thrusted my hip forward with a lot of force. Blood leaked on the sheets. ”Ouch” Jessie screamed. She wimpered softly as tears filled her eyes. ”Im okay, it doesn’t hurt any more” Jessie said softly. I started going slowly at first, then with full speed and force. As I went in and out my balls were smacking Jessie’s pussy lips hard. Jessie was moaning loudly. ”Ahh,ooo,ahh,ooo,ahh” Jessie yelled. Her pussy was so tight, i loved the sensation of it wrapped around my cock. I was reaching my climax, I went deep into Jessie and let out a bunch of cum. I pulled my cock out and layed on the bed. ”Best fuck ever” I said. ”Yep” Jessie laughed.

Jessie and I to left to go into her room. As soon as the door opened we ran into two familiar faces. I recognized them clearly, Mr. and Mrs.Roberts (Jessie’s parents). ”You little shit” Mr.Roberts screamed at me as he watched his baby girl and me naked covered in cum and sweaty. He ran across the room as I backed up into the window. ”Fuck you” he yelled as he pushed me through the window.(3 stories up in the house) ”Brandon!!!” Jessie yelled.

As I fell I wondered was I gonna die. Then I realized something huge. WE DIDN’T USE PROTECTION!!!
BAM!!! I hit the hard cobble stone path. ”Don’t leave me” Jessie screamed, those very words faded into my mind as I closed my eyes.

PART 2- COMING SOO

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My relationship with Katia is deteriorating. It’s sad. She’s spending a lot of time at work and is away for business regularly. When she comes home she’s either working on her laptop, complaining about work or exhausted from working. It has affected our sex life too. It has been weeks since we did it. She’s often not in the mood. She’s kind enough not to refuse sex but I can feel that she’s not interested. It’s as if she’s doing me a favour, getting the chore over with. Not feeling her desire for me turns me off. I have talked with Katia several times about this but it seems like we’re not able to come to a solution. Work is her priority.

I have become sexually frustrated. And having a ridiculously hot stepdaughter living with me being frequently alone with her makes this worse. I know I shouldn’t participate in her games but I can’t resist. It is another Thursday night. Katia’s away. Nadine is alone at home with me. Again I’ve decided to wear my thinnest trackpants. No undies. I’m sitting on the sofa streaming a series on TV. Waiting. Anticipating Nadine’s appearance. What is she up to this time? I’m already getting semi-hard just thinking about her. Minutes pass. Nothing. Half-way through the episode. Nothing. The show ends. I’m disappointed. I’m thinking about all the sexually charged encounters I had with Nadine. Suddenly I’m feeling grateful. She’s so out of my league. Way too young and hot. I should just be thankful for what I had with her so far. She’s aware of my issues with Katia. I know she is. Katia has told me that she’s had a conversation with Nadine. She wants to manage Nadine’s expectations. Condition her that our relationship may be over soon. That soon they may have to move out. A sense of relief is coming over me. Somehow it’s good that this is ending. The whole thing with Nadine had been wrong from the beginning. Our relationship is way too sexually charged. It’s bahçelievler escort not appropriate. Maybe now that Nadine’s aware that this living situation may end soon she’s lost interest in her games.

It’s bedtime. I’m sighing and making my way upstairs to my room. I have to walk past Nadine’s room and I’m noticing something unusual. Light is shining out of it. The door’s open! Normally it’s closed. I’m walking closer to the open door, peeking inside the room, from an angle, just seeing a small part of the room. Nadine’s bed is right next to the entry. I’m startled by what I’m seeing. I’m stopping mid-step. I can see Nadine’s lower body. Her upper body is covered by a blanket. The blanket is piling up, hiding her face. You guessed it! She’s naked. She’s lying there on her bed just right next to the door right in front of me. So close! Right on the edge of the bed. No panties. Fetal position on her side. Her beautiful feet. French style pedicure! I’m wandering with my eyes up her legs to her thighs. To her beautifully exposed pussy. I can see her outer lips, her inner lips. Her petite perky butt cheeks and asshole. Hairless. In plain sight. The room is well lit. What a view! As soon as my steps stop as if that was a cue for the show to start two of her fingertips appear between her thighs. Now they’re on her clit. Sliding down the center of her pussy. Gently pushing against her inner lips. Moving to the outer lips. I can’t believe what I’m seeing! She’s spreading her pussy now! A pink butterfly. So hot! Yes baby, open up! Open up for me! My heart is pounding. My dick is getting hard. She starts running her fingers up and down her clit dipping them into her pussy. She’s getting wetter by the minute. I can hear the sound of her wet pussy lips being massaged by her fingers. Circles on her clit! Now both fingers are inside! Moving in and out a little bakırköy escort faster and faster. Her outer lips are bulging! I’m losing my mind. My dick is hard as a rock tenting my trackpants. I’m slowly daring to peek into the room a bit further. Can’t see her face! Hidden behind her blanket. Good! I’m sliding my hand inside my trackpants and start stroking my dick. I can’t help myself. As if this show wasn’t already blissful enough her second hand makes an appearance. From the back. Sliding her fingers down her butt crack, pushing against her asshole. Incredible! Circling her asshole sliding up and down her hole. Dipping into her wet pussy. Smearing her wetness all over her butthole. Now the tip of a finger is disappearing inside her anus. I’m ever so softly moaning, stroking my dick faster.

She’s adjusting her position slowly to doggy style. Still masturbating her pussy. She’s pulling out from under the blanket a sex toy. Those pink ones with the long thin handle and a pear-shaped bulging end. A lovense toy. She’s pushing the pear shaped end into her pussy, slowly, until it disappears and just the thin long flexible handle is sticking out. I can hear the vibrations from the toy. She’s pulling on it, making her pussy bulge as the pear shaped end is half-out. She pushes it back in and keeps going. In and out, in an out. The other hand playing with her asshole fingering it. I’m so horny! I want to be inside her push my dick in. Fuck her. I’m getting bolder stepping closer to her, so close. As I’m walking my trackpants are slipping down to my ankles. I’m half naked, she’s half naked. Her ass almost touching me. I’m stroking my dick, faster and faster. How I’d love to fuck her pussy, her ass. Just ram my hardness inside her. Hold her by the hips, take her doggy style. No mercy! This petite beautiful body! My other hand is running down my shaft, between başakşehir escort my shaved balls. Keeps going on my shaft until I reach my asshole. I’m resting my finger near it. Half on my shaft, half on my asshole and push against it. Making light circles. Double the pleasure! I’m so close to cumming. Precum all over my tip. I’m too caught up in my lust, too late to notice that she’s adjusting to lie on her back. She’s almost touched me! Phew! Her face and upper body perfectly hidden behind her blanket. Hey toy’s in her as ass now. As she’s lying on her back I can see her beautiful flat belly. She’s stroking her clit, up and down, sideways, circling. Faster and faster. She starts arching her back a little. She’s pulling on her toy. Her asshole is spreading, getting bigger. Eventually the toy’s out. Her asshole gaping. I can hear a suppressed moan by her. She’s inserting two fingers into her pussy, her other hand keeps stroking her clit. Faster, faster, faster! Her back is arching further up. She’s spreading her pussy, starts twitching, contracting. I’m hearing another suppressed moan from her. She’s cumming. I’m so close to her. As she’s climaxing, to my surprise, a tiny squirt splashes out of her pussy! A few drops land on my hand, my thigh, my dick. That’s it! It’s pushing me over the line! I’m cumming like crazy in my hand, just managing to contain my cum without cumming all over her. I’m breathing heavily. She must hear it. She must know I’ve watched. She’s slowly closing her legs, pressing her thighs together. Show’s over.

I’m backing off, walking funny with my pants at my ankles. Straight to the bathroom. Cleaning myself up. She must hear it all. How obvious I was! Stopped my steps right in front of her room. And as soon as the show’s over I walked away. Does it matter? I think we’re past that stage. We both know that we’re playing games and that this will be over soon. Nadine has contrary to my fear stepped up her game. I’m going to do the same. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Copyright Normann Blaze 2022

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Paula had come back to the room, as the heat was getting to her a bit and Ernie wanted to go and look at the Castle. She said she would have a lie down to cool off for the evening. She was not sure if she had dropped off but was disturbed by a knock at the door, assuming that it was Ernie she got off the bed and crossed the room she only had her bra and panties on. She released the catch on the door saying come in and turned straight into the bathroom without looking to check that it was Ernie. She heard the door shut and thought she heard him say hello, but later she had to admit it did not sound like him. She came out of the bathroom passed through the funny net curtain that the Turks seemed to use to separate the entrance from the bed room and there by the window was the fellow called Peter from the gang that sat at the big table. Before she could duck back to the bathroom he turned, she looked at him and decided that is was no use trying to cover herself up there was nothing to hand and it was almost the same as if he met her on the beach wasn’t it?
“I am sorry” he said “I was looking for Ernie”, he appeared slightly flustered. She told him it was OK it was not his fault as she had let him in assuming that it was Ernie. She was watching him particularly his eyes, they were not looking at her face. She had noticed that after his initial shock he looked at her breasts for some time and then he moved down to her hips, or was it the dark shadow in her panties that attracted his eyes. She was aware that the dark shadow of her pubic hair would be visible through the thin cotton. She had purchased these thin cotton undie’s because she knew how warm it was going to be but she had not bargained for wearing only them when meeting another holidaymaker particularly of the male persuasion in her bedroom. She knew that the correct thing to do would be for him to leave and for a brief second it passed through her mind what Ernie would do if he found himself in a similar position to Peter. She suddenly had this urge to be a little naughty and make him endure the discomfort of being in some one else’s bedroom with their wife in just her rather scanty underwear, being her bra was thin cotton too he must be able to see the outline of her nipples which she sensed were getting hard.
“Ernie has gone to look at the Castle so I don’t suppose he will be back until around four” she told Peter. Even as she was saying this she was getting naughtier by moving closer to him and then standing with her legs slightly apart, he was still watching her “hips” so he must have been able to see more of her pubic shadow. He said “That’s OK it was nothing that can’t wait, I shall see him at dinner”. As he was saying this she now caught a glimpse of her self in the mirror, she knew her breasts were feeling odd but she could see that her nipples were erect and could be seen with plenty of detail. The truth was that even the colour was showing through so the scant layer of cotton that was covering nothing up. They don’t usually stand up like this unless Ernie has been fondling them so seeing Peter standing there with the lump in his shorts looking at her scantily dressed body was having a really dramatic effect on her. The fact that this relative stranger was able to see her body like this, rather than appalling her was exciting her and as this thought went through her mind she felt a rush of dampness in between her legs this also was a new experience because she was usually a bit on the dry side. She looked in the mirror for a second time and saw the moist patch appear in the crotch of her panties, he must be able to see this as well as her nipples and realise that something was arousing her. She looked down and wondered if the lump that was rising in his shorts was something to do with her own display.
She moved further round the room towards him taking note that the lump was getting bigger, she decided that she was not going hide the fact that she was looking directly at his lump as he was staring at her crotch. “Do you like what you see Peter” she asked him. He jumped “Oh sorry I was staring, yes I must admit I do like ladies with ample breasts and yours are ample indeed”. She did not know what had got into her but she just could not seem to stop what was happening in fact she was actively encouraging it to happen. All she knew was there was about one and a half hours before Ernie was due back and she was alone, nearly naked in a bedroom with a man who obviously by the size of what must be his erection was thinking about what he could do to her body. With that thought she asked him if he would like to see them free of the sparse covering of her bra. She had moved closer by this time and allowed her hand to brush against his bulging shorts. He let out a groan and shuddered, “That would be rather exciting”, he replied. “I often fantasise about burying my face in some large breasts and I would love to bury my face between them”.
She smiled “Well then you had better undo my straps and let them loose”, with that she pressed her breasts into his chest and began undoing his shirt buttons. He reached round behind her and quickly unclipped her bra and moved her straps off her shoulders, the flimsy article was now only held in place by being trapped between their bodies. Her nipples were that hard that she could feel them being pressed into his chest as well as into her breasts. She had undone all the buttons on his shirt so she took a step back to enable her to pass his shirt over his shoulders, of course this manoeuvre released the pressure on her breasts and allowed her bra to fall to the floor. Peter let out a gasp and said “Oh my, they are phenomenal and look at your nipples so hard and proud”. Before he could touch them she pulled his shirt completely off and dropped it on the floor with her bra. “Is that better Peter” she asked he replied that it most certainly was and took hold of her breasts, one in each hand. She winced not in pain but in pleasure with the sudden rush of sensations that flooded her system as he gently massaged her breasts and especially when he ran his thumbs over her nipples. She said to him that it was only fair for her to have hold of something of his as she reached for the flies on his shorts. He nodded in agreement; she thought about what she was doing. Never mind what she had done up to this point being wrong here she was about to undo this strangers flies release his manhood and do whatever came next with apparently no qualms for the consequences.
She released the last button and pushed all these thoughts to the back of her mind as being irrelevant in her need to find out what he had got in there. She put her hands over his hips then pulled him close and slipped the waistband of his shorts over his buttocks, and what nice feeling buttocks they were she let the shorts slide away down his thighs and onto the floor, now there was only his pants covering up his bulge and she desperately wanted them off as well. She could not get the pants down in one pass because of his erection at the front, but massaging his rear end felt good. She pulled his body closer and felt the hardness of him pushing into her thigh,”It’s a nice bum you have here” she told him working her hands around buca escort the mounds. “Thank you I climb a lot of ladders in my job so I assume that that helps to keep me reasonable fit”, he continued to massage her breasts to her great pleasure. She decided that it was time for her to see what was really in the front of his pants, she reached inside and felt his rod of a penis and trembled with anticpacaion. She closed her hand round it and gently persuaded it to bend downwards so she might ease them over the lump it caused. She pushed his pants down his thighs until they fell to the floor on their own accord; she kept hold of his penis as it to sprang back to its free erect state. She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt it respond to her holding it; she took a step back to take a look and was stunned by what she saw.
His penis was really erect it stood straight out from his belly and must have been nearly seven inches long, the foreskin was pulled right back from the glens which was engorged and strikingly shaped and must be getting on for well over an inch across. The rest of the shaft must have been the same and the whole thing was hard very hard. Her immediate thought was that she must have this all in her as soon as possible, she felt a stirring inside her and a further increase to the dampness between her legs. Again there appeared to be no perception as to the rights or wrongs of what she was doing just a need of self-gratification. She gave it a slight squeeze and stroked it to encourage his juices to flow; he gave a groan and said, “That is good it is very good”. So she stroked it again and this time she passed her hand over the end of it and a flood of his sap flowed out into her hand. With her hand full of his juices she passed it over the end redistributing the slippery mass round the end and over the shaft. With this slimy mass now all over his cock she was able to slide her hand easily up and down the length of him and especially around the magnificent swollen end. She could feel the effect this caressing of his penis was having on him, as his hands became more urgent as they played with her breasts. With each stroke he leaked more of his juices into her hand and all at once she found herself letting go and moving her fingers towards her mouth. Then she had them in her mouth and was sucking and licking his juices off them so now she had some of the flavour of this stranger in her mouth what was she thinking.
She as amazed at herself for taking her fingers into her mouth but after the initial shock of what she was doing she found the taste pretty good, she had cleaned his juices from her fingers and hand and was licking her lips. She was surprised that the flavour was rather sweetish and not nasty at all. She wanted to taste some more but thought it silly to wipe it off his penis onto her hand and then lick it up from there, why not get it fresh from the source. She led him towards the bed and turning round she sat on the edge this brought her face and his genitalia into line, he was trembling slightly she assumed with anticipation. She stroked his shaft and a rather large globule appeared at the end and with no hesitation she licked it off and into her mouth. She then passed her tongue round the end and collected as much as possible of the previous juices then it was back to the end and more stroking and licking and tasting. Now here she was licking the knob of what was a total stranger whom she only knew in passing and meeting in the dinning room and bar. These thoughts went through her mind briefly when really she was only interested in milking the next bead from the end of his penis onto her tongue, and then to taste it in her mouth.
Peter could not believe how things were progressing here he was standing facing a semi-naked woman while she milked his penis into her mouth; he had only passed the time of day with her and her hubby and chatted to them in the bar. He wondered if she was going to go the whole hog and give him a complete blow job, and that thought released a sudden surge of his juices. Paula made a humming noise and asked him what did he do because that sudden rush of juices with new flavours was just the job, could you do it again? This licking of his member was getting her worked up; she could feel her own juices dribbling out of her fanny on to the bed sheets. She stopped drooling over his cock and eased herself onto the bed making sure she did not let go of her prize. I think its time to move on a bit she told him and lay back on the bed keeping her right leg flat so she could keep hold of his cock. He settled himself on one elbow next to her and proceeded to caress her breast before moving his hand down onto her stomach. She giggled as his hand tickled her when he moved it over her navel. She was still slowly milking his juices from his penis and spreading them down the length of it, the whole thing was one slippery pole. His fingers were now entwined in the top of her pubic hair whilst his mouth was hoovering her breasts; she raised her left leg and laid it outwards exposing her vulva to him. “Play with me Peter” she told him. This was out of character for her because whenever Ernie moved his fingers down there she was very wary. She always told him to “be careful” Was it influenced by what she was playing with in her right hand or the excitement of having a stranger play with her intimate bits. Peter needed no second request, he pushed fingers through her hair and along the outside of her lips this made her shudder. He stroked the full length of these until he reached the bottom. “God Paula you are soaking wet down here” he told her, I know she told him so just use those fingers to good effect When he started to stroke upwards his fingers had become covered in her juices so they were extremely slippery. She was already near to an orgasm when he suddenly plunged two fingers into her vagina; this sent her straight into a massive body shuddering climax. She had never had two fingers plunged into her like this and it was mind-blowing, why had she stopped Ernie doing it to her all those times she could had had these climaxes for years. Peter was stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy and she was riding them like a jockey, “I think I want the real pole in me now Peter before I blow up”.
Peter nodded “OK” he said and began to manoeuvre his body into position, just hold on a minute Paula told him. She reached over to Ernie’s bed and grabbed the hard pillow, this she placed beneath her bum and pulled it under her hips so the entrance to her vagina was lifted off the bed she now opened her legs as far as she could completely exposing her soaking wet vulva and her outer lips which were puffed and bright pink. She knew from doing this with Ernie that it allowed maximum penetration and she wanted all of Peter’s cock in her even if it would not fit at the beginning, she wanted it to fit by the end. Making herself comfortable she looked Peter in the eye and said “Take me now Peter.” She reached between her thighs and gave his very hard penis a last milking spreading the slippery stuff down the length but she knew she was wet enough for both of them. She laid back and waited for him to enter her, there was no thought çağlayan escort of Ernie in her head at all only of Peter and his magnificent erect hard hot shaft. Peter was now positioned between her wide spread thighs, “Are you OK with this” he asked her. “Am I OK with this, just you bury that outsized living thing in me right up to the hilt this moment or I am going to explode”
She gasped as she felt the hot end of him touch her inner thigh she reached down and steered his shaft until it was just touching her outer lips she then let go and told him to dive in and bury that huge cock in her, he did. He pressed the end of his cock against her outer lips and proceeded to push, his glans was just the thing for opening her labia and with the surface covered in all the slippery juices he was quickly sliding in. Since the end of his cock had the perfect tapered shape the progress into her was relatively effortless as he pushed inwards she was being stretched gradually. As more and more of him slid inwards the sensations were something new, with her nerve ends already alive the action of enlarging the entrance to her vagina and then pushing into her proper was causing little fireworks to go off inside her. “Just take It slowly Peter”. “Is it hurting” he asked. “No but because your bigger than I am used to the stretching is making little fireworks go off in me and I don’t want to miss any so don’t stop as I am in heaven.
Peter did not stop and she stayed in heaven as he pushed more and more of that mind-blowing cock into her. After what seemed like an eternity and thousands of fireworks she felt his progress slow, she become conscious of some resistance to the steady progress he had made in plunging into her and an increase in the fireworks as he reached a tight spot deep in her vagina. Peter stopped pushing and said that she was getting really tight and was it still OK or was it hurting. I felt the resistance to you she told him but I think it is because I have never had a cock so far in me and it is virginal up there, just keep pushing and unless I say stop as it is hurting keep going until its all in as far as you can get it. Before he commenced pushing again she felt between her thighs to find out how much more length she had got to take delivery of, her hand made contact with his shaft and joy of joys she felt over an inch still outside her vagina so there was further pleasure to come she just let out a groan and told him to thrust the rest of his phenomenal knob up her and to hell with the consequences.
Peter started to push into her again and the fireworks went off, she could feel the end of his knob thrusting open the upper reaches of her passage it was like being a virgin again. As he kept pushing his fabulous penis into her she was on another level of reality, she could not believe the sensations that she was experiencing from having this man entering her body. At last he seemed to have got his entire shaft into her as he stopped shoving; he laid lightly on her keeping his weight on his legs and arms. “How do you feel now” he asked, “I can’t describe what I have been feeling except it is like one massive firework display in my head and body and that is only getting you into me so what it will be like when you start thrusting steadily towards a climax I just do not know but don’t lets waste any more time talking just start shagging me I want to find out how breathtaking it all can become”. She thrust her hips upwards and felt his penis move even further up her channel producing a shudder that wracked her body, with a moan she wrapped her legs round his hips and pulled him into her, “just shag me until I give in” she told him “start now because I can’t wait any longer”, and start he did.
Paula could not believe how good it all felt, Peter was taking his time there was no rushing just a steady thrusting as he buried his cock in her and then withdrew it until it was almost out. Each time he plunged in the last little bit was the most pleasurable it was the last inch that created so much sensation in her, each time the end of his awesome cock seemed to get a little further into her until she felt his testicles bang against her buttocks then she knew he was right inside. She whispered in his ear to keep the rhythm and depth up as she was at the peak of her climax, the last word came out as a sort of strangled scream as she surrendered herself to the trembling of a new high. She thought that she was at a peak with all of her body shuddering and every nerve going of like firecrackers.
Peter let out a groan and rammed his superb member even further into her and held it there with his body going rigid she realised that he was about to climax himself. His end was well and truly jammed into her upper reaches were no cock had ever been, she was like a bow, quivering as she waited for what ever was to come and come it did. She felt his already engorged end swell deep inside her vagina setting her nerves even more on fire and then an explosion of red hot fluid spewed out forcing its way into every little nook and cranny. Paula could not believe the sensations that emanated from that area of her vagina and started to spread through her body, when with another grunt Peter blasted her insides with a further charge of his hot cum. Twice more he unloaded quantities of his steaming sticky fluids into her passage and she found that she was getting a lot of extreme pleasure from the sensations that were originating from her hot quivering vagina, at this moment in time she felt she truly loved Peter or at least his rampant cock. She had her arms tightly round his upper body whilst her legs were wrapped round his lower back with her heels jammed firmly into his buttocks holding him in her as forcibly as was possible; she wanted to keep his hot end and fluids right up in her.
Slowly he relaxed and moved to take his weight on his arms and legs. “Don’t let it pull out at all” she told him, “I want to savour the feeling of your considerable cock and hot fluids permeating my insides”. He obliged by keeping his manhood buried as deep in her as possible, he gently kissed and caressed her breasts which she found very pleasing this action was letting her down sensitively. She had made no effort to kiss him in any way although she wanted to as a response to his touch, she believed that by not doing this she was staying loyal to Ernie although deep down she knew that this belief was deeply flawed as a kiss was nothing compared to what she was doing with this man and his body. She began to calm down and start to think rationally again. “We had better stop this now as I do not know when Ernie is going to be back, it could be any time and he could catch us like this”. Peter agreed, he did not want to be caught like this by any husband even if as in this case she had led the way from an innocent encounter to rampant steamy sexual intercourse, which he had to admit he enjoyed immensely.
Paula moved her feet from his buttocks and released him by opening her legs, she relaxed allowing her thighs to open wide enjoying the pleasurable sensation as he slowly pulled is cock out of her still trembling and hot vagina. Peter eased his penis slowly out of her; it was actually çankaya escort beginning to soften anyway so it was time to pull out. She could feel him shrinking as he pulled out and could hear the fluids slurping as they too were sucked out of her by his piston like cock, she could feel his cum oozing out of her vagina still hot as it ran down her vulva. He rolled over and she watched as the source of all the pleasure she had just experienced slowly shrank, it was covered in a mixture of his spunk and her climatic outpourings. Like Ernie’s Peters foreskin did not cover the end of his penis and now it was flaccid it was about the same size, amazing the difference when it was erect. “Do you want to clean up a bit as I am sure all this gunk will make wet patches on your shorts”. Peter said it would be a good idea to remove at least some of the evidence. “Use the yellow flannel and the towels on the right” she told him, he rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. Paula sat and admired his derriere as he crossed the room; it was really firm and rounded. She could just make out the shape of his testicles through the chink and also noticed that it was quite hairy in the crack but not to the extent of spreading over his buttocks, lovely she thought. She realised that she was playing with herself whilst dreaming over Peter’s backside, her fingers were wet with the juices running out of her vagina and she had an overwhelming desire to taste them. She took her fingers into her mouth and began to suck the slimy residue from them, she was surprised that the taste was not all that disgusting in fact she found it was rather pleasant so she dipped her fingers into the cleft between her thighs and tasted herself and Peter some more.
Peter emerged from the bathroom crossed the room and put his shirt back on, there was a short awkward silence. Paula looked up from the bed, “Peter” she said “That was the greatest sex I have ever experienced not just because it was totally spontaneous and should not have happened but because of your technique, the size of your penis and the amount of red hot liquid you filled me with”. “Well thank you” Peter replied “I must admit that for me it was the almost virgin like openness of you and the fact that you were a virgin to a penis the size of mine when I reached right into you it was so good for me as well”. She looked up at him, “Tomorrow Ernie is going on the trip to look at some more castles in the afternoon, I was supposed to go but if I tell him I felt much better for the rest during the heat I would think he will go on his own. So if he does would you like to come here and we could have some more phenomenal sex and this time know that we would have two hours in which we could indulge ourselves”. Peter could not believe what he was hearing, she was inviting him back tomorrow for a repeat or even better time, how could he refuse. “Of course I would like to very much and it should be no problem”. “Good” she replied, “I will tip you the wink tonight in the bar, I will say OK Peter if it’s on”. “Right” he replied “I will answer with the same, I had better be going in case Ernie turns up and I can’t wait until tomorrow”. “Neither can I” Paula replied as he left. She sat there for a little while thinking about what she had done and what she was planning to do tomorrow, she could still get out of tomorrows liaison but did she really want to. She thought she heard the door go so she got off the bed to tidy herself up in case it was Ernie but he did not appear then she thought how could he as there was only one key and that she could see on the dressing table, she thought to herself that she had better get on.
She had just got out of the shower when there was a knock at the door, it was Ernie. Paula let him in and retired round the room to her side of the beds trembling slightly from nerves she asked him in what she hoped sounded a casual manner what his afternoon had been like. He did not appear his normal self for some reason but she was so anxious about her own problems and if Ernie knew or found out about this afternoon and Peter that she did not notice his reticence. Without looking at him she enquired what sort of trip was it, he replied that it was OK a bit hot. He went into the bathroom and had a shower when he came out he had a towel round him and all the other towels over his arm. “You seem to have soaked both your towels” he said to her as he walked towards the balcony he sniffed her towels and said “they are a bit whiffy, I’ll hang them over the balcony”. Her heart began to pound, would he smell any trace of Peter on them or was it just coincidence, he gave no other sign of suspecting anything so she calmed down maybe she was just jumpy because of what she had been up to.
They went out to the little restaurant in the town that they liked so much and had a pleasant meal; she calmed down as the evening wore on and Ernie seemed to relax or was it the wine. They walked back to the Hotel arm in arm this she found nice but she could not stop thinking about what had happened in the afternoon and what she had planned for tomorrow. Ernie suggested looking in on the cabaret which suited Paula as she had not seen Peter since he left the room and she needed to confirm with him that tomorrow was on, once more her need for this association started to override her sense of decency. As they entered the bar area she could see Peter and Joan sat with some people on large round table to one side, she recognised one of the other fellows as Harry, Peters work mate and his wife Sofia. Ernie said that they should go and sit with them and headed off for the table, she was happy to follow. As they approached the table Peter looked their way and smiled she was not sure what it meant but then everybody was looking and Ernie greeted them and held a chair for Paula just opposite Peter. A waiter appeared and Ernie ordered a round of drinks and settled into his chair, then he did a strange thing at least Paula thought it odd. He looked squarely at Peter and said to him “OK Peter”, this threw Peter as he was not expecting this from Ernie and it rather buggered up Paula’s plan for letting Peter know that tomorrow was on as she could hardly ask the same question. “Yes I am fine” Peter replied to Ernie’s question giving Paula a quick look, his face she saw had a sudden look of panic, was he thinking the same as her, did Ernie know about the planned tryst and the agreed signal that all was well or was this all coincidence.
Nothing else happened for the rest of the evening for Paula to think that Ernie had any suspicion of what was going on, she began to relax a little. After a couple of drinks or so the cabaret finished and everyone just sat around chatting and laughing in general. Ernie left the table to go to the loo and Paula took the opportunity to move nearer Peter and ask him if he was okay, the signal that as far as she was concerned it was on for tomorrow afternoon. Peter responded with an okay much to her delight. Ernie returned and had another drink and later everybody went their separate ways, Paula climbed the stairs thinking about tomorrow. Ernie was pretty quite on the way up, when they got into their room he commenced fiddling with the camera and had a coffee. She asked him if he had taken any good photos, “Quite a few, some will probably be of interest to you.” But he did not offer to show them to her instead he placed the batteries in the charger and proceeded to get ready for bed.

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Senior Moments Ch.6

By Jax_Teller

The winter storms were brutal this winter even for Cleveland Ohio. The storm of the century was predicted for Wednesday so today, Tuesday we had school. Normally the snow we had on the ground would be enough to close school, but because of the number of snow days already this year, school was open. David and I stood out at the corner waiting for the bus that was running twenty minutes late. The visibility was less than a quarter mile. The strong wind made standing up straight a balancing act.

Just as I was about to head home, I saw the lights on the bus at the next bus stop up the road. David gave me a questioning look like really? As the bus pulled away we listened to the scanner our bus driver had on, it was obvious that school wasn’t going to last too long. When we got to school an hour and a half late, the place was only at half capacity. There was an announcement at the bell between classes saying that the school would be closing after fifth period two pm.

So David and I would have two classes, lunch and one class after. Almost every one sat looking out the windows watching the snow throughout the classes. After lunch an announcement said any student who used a personal vehicle to get to school today, not the bus, were released, and to be safe driving home. Some of the staff and teachers were leaving too. It was starting to feel like a disaster movie, as people left and we sat watching them. The buses were trying unsuccessfully to get in the parking lot as the last of the private vehicles left.

One particular bus driver was determined to get in the lot, and got lined up making a run at the entrance to the driveway. As the bus went over the deep snow bank at the streets’ edge, it lurched and then rocked. The driver attempted to correct sending the bus over the snow bank into a light pole causing it to fall across the drive. There were sparks and buzzing that we could hear inside the school. Then the street lights flickered followed by darkness, no power any where.

A few minutes went by our teacher telling us to stay put until she could find out what the plan was. At this point Ms. Sheila Davenport our teacher turned to the window watching the snow while she tried the class room phone which was dead and then her cell phone which got no connection. We couldn’t see anything other the the occasional sparks outside. The lights on the bus grew dimmer with every minute. When David and I turned back to Ms. Sheila our teacher for guidance, we all three noticed that we were the only ones left in the class room.

We decided as a group to go to the office. We gathered our things and walked through the halls to the office using our cellphones for light. There were a handful of students and the Vice Principle, Mr. Jerkawiz discussing what happened. We told them about the bus hitting the pole. Mr Jerkawiz said he was told the last of the students had walked out to the buses in the street. He said he didn’t know why the back up generator wasn’t working yet, and çekmeköy escort he had not had contact with anyone since the lights went out. He said he was about to leave in his four wheel drive truck when the few straggler students started showing up at the office.

He said there was no way to get every one into his truck. Sheila told him that she had used the public bus service to get to school and didn’t have transportation. I could see the confusion and frustration as the battery powered emergency spot lights dulled. I announced that I knew where the generator room was and that I had helped do maintenance on the generator as part of shop class. Sheila said lead the way handing me her cell phone for light, saying only use one at a time until we get power back. David came with us and Mr. Jerkawiz said he would stay with the other students.

We found the generator room in the basement and the panel was a mess of flashing lights. I looked for the main breaker switch on the panel and it was tripped. I reset the breaker and the generator began to turn over and start. It fluctuated and sputtered several times, the lights in the room going on and off. Then the generator roared into full power and the lights stayed on. The loud speaker came on and Mr. Jerkawiz said that the lights were on now, thanked us, and told us to get back up there.

We still had no way of communicating and started to go back upstairs. As we walked by the elevator Sheila hit the up button. It wasn’t a long walk up the stairs but the power was back on so why not use the elevator. The doors closed and Sheila hit the number one button. The elevator moved for a few seconds and then lurched from side to side the floor jumping and dropping several times. There was a loud noise like an explosion and the lights blinked several times on and off and then total darkness. There were several more times the elevator car jumped and dropped and then seemed to lock into place, not moving again.

We tried our phones but had no signal, then we tried the elevators’ emergency phone which was dead. We could hear loud creaking and banging from above but no one answered our attempts to call for help. David and I turned our phones off to conserve power and we all got comfortable on the floor. It was warm, unusually warm considering how cold it was outside, or even in the schools hallways for that matter. Sheila turned her phones’ light off and I could hear her crying, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. David and I both slid over to where she was, hugging her.

The hug was innocent enough her between the two of us. Then we realized one of our hands each were grasping her breasts each opposite of the side we were on. David kissed her and there wasn’t any resistance, none that we could see as it was still pitch black. She didn’t pull away or say anything just kissed him back. I changed from an accidental hold of her breast to feeling it with purpose. Her smell was wonderful and her breast was larger than I remember when I could see her. çeşme escort

David stopped kissing her and I could feel him moving around. I could hear the sound of the belt on his pants opening and his zipper going down. I began kissing Sheila as I could tell he was positioning himself to put his cock in her mouth. I reached for him as he got closer finding his leg, sliding my hand to his cock, which was rock fucking hard. I pulled his cock up to where our mouths were connected and moved my mouth to take him between us.

Sheila and I took turns sucking his cock in and out of each of our mouths. I reached behind David and grabbed his butt using my hand to keep control of the face fucking speed. I slid my finger in his ass pumping his asshole to the rhythm of his cock pumping our mouths. I could tell he was not going to last much longer and I tasted his first squirt of come. I slid my tongue to the underside of his cock forcing his jerking hot loads of come on to Sheila’s face. As Sheila sucked the last drop of his come, I moved back and David leaned down kissing her, swapping his come with her.

We all moved around in the dark shedding clothes and bumping gen-illy into each other. Sheila took hold of my cock as I laid down on my back, and she mounted me sliding my cock into her folds. I could feel Davids’ presence but the sweet tightness of Sheila pussy sliding down my cock felt wonderfully distracting. She was in total control slowly fucking my cock, rocking and then slamming up and down for a few minutes at a time. I finely felt David as he found his way between our legs and his cock as he slid it up and down Sheila’s ass and pushed slightly into her pussy along side me. Sheila reached through our bodies and held his cock in place as he entered her asshole.

It was very surreal fucking her and feeling him inside her as well, all while completely in the dark. Not being able to see anything added an odd more tangible feeling sexual sensation. The sound Sheila was making had me concerned not being able to see her to determine if she was in pain or was having a seizure or an earth shattering orgasm. While I was listening for a vocal indicator, I felt her tense up and her vaginal muscles clenching my cock.

She was coming loud and hard slamming her cunt down hard on my cock. I felt David pull out of Sheila’s asshole and come, splashing over Sheila’s ass and my balls. I came squirting my seed deep inside her and then she moved off me. Then I felt a hand jerk the last few spurts of come out of my cock, a mouth licking sucking my cock clean. Just then the elevators’ lights came on and I looked around, Sheila was looking down at David sucking my cock,while rubbing her dripping cunt.

Then as unexpected as the lights came on they went back off again. A minute later Sheila said light, and turned her cell phone light on, placing it on the floor. We all gathered our clothes and slowly got dressed peaking at each other until we were dressed. We started hearing sounds from above and cihangir escort then a voice called out. We answered and told the rescuer that we were all right. They sounded overly concerned about our air supply and were obviously rushing to get us out. The trap door in the ceiling opened and a fire fighter’s headlight searched us, then a hand reached out to Sheila pulling her up.

As Sheila was lifted out the trap door and raised they put the fire fighters mask over her face. It was then we learned there was a fire in the basement, and that is why we were so warm. David went next a few seconds later, and finely I was lifted out. As we exited the school we could see the roof had collapsed on part of the school and there was a large fire consuming the rest of the building. We were rushed into an ambulance and Sheila told the EMT about the students in the office area and Mr Jerkawiz the Vice Principle. The EMT told us that when the power came on the others had called about being left and the roof collapsed while they were on the phone with the 911 operator. He told us that they had escaped the collapse and been transported already.

The ambulance driver was on the radio talking to another driver as the ambulance began to move. As the ambulance turned I could see a large National Guard construction front loader ahead of us. It was pulling us with a chain as it moved the snow out of the way. We could see the school partially collapsed and the other part on fire. There were a few fire trucks working the fire but as the ambulance lunged forward being towed, the heavy snow falling enveloped the scene like in a glass snow ball fading to darkness.

It took an hour and a half to go two miles to the Emergency room of the local hospital. As we were dragged there was no traffic, the roads were completely covered. The street lights were out and we only saw a few businesses lit at all. The radio weather alert said it was snowing at a rate of an inch an hour and that a blizzard had been declared. The message said there was a state of emergency and no unauthorized traffic was allowed in the listening area.

We took turns trying our cell phones, until David got through to Nikki. He told her that we were ok, and that he would call when we knew more. My phone still had no signal so David let me use his phone to call my dad. He was at a motel in Colorado snowed in too. He said it was all over the news about the schools roof collapse and subsequent fire. Sheila had stopped trying to use her phone when David’s started working, David asked her if she needed to call anyone. She said no, that she’d only been trying to use her phone for our benefit.

Both David and I thanked her and she thanked us for keeping her calm in the elevator. The look in her eyes was absolute lust, and I remembered the feeling of her orgasm. At the Emergency room entrance we were let out, and guided inside. After a barrage of questions we were told there was no way to take us anywhere, and no traffic was allowed to come get us. Furthermore there was limited space due to the hospital being used as a storm shelter. David and I were assigned a room and we both offered to work as volunteers.

I was thinking, I would volunteer to be under Ms. Sheila any time.

The End Ch.6

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CHAPTER 6

I usually wake up early and since Sandra had left me it had been even earlier. I was wide awake at 6:30, a bit startled to be in unfamiliar surroundings. Then I looked down and saw Suzanne’s head lying on my shoulder. Carefully I squeezed out from under her and tiptoed to the bathroom to relieve myself. After a drink of water I returned to her side, carefully avoiding touching and waking her—or so I thought. “Don’t you want to touch me?” She was whispering even though we were the only people there.

“Yes, I love touching you. Your skin is so soft and so smooth. I just didn’t want to wake you. Sorry.”

“I’m not; I’m in the mood again. How about you?” She reached over and touched my cock. It throbbed in response. “I guess I have my answer.” She moved closer and kissed me in spite of my morning breath. The kiss was long and deep. She used our occupation with the kiss to roll onto me and straddle my hips. We were still kissing when she rose up and impaled herself on my rigid cock. “Ooooohhh,” she moaned into my mouth. “This feels so good, Bob. You’re an incredible lover and your cock is so big!” After Sandra that was music to my ears. Suzanne had restored my faith in myself. I had been dead mentally and physically just yesterday and now I was alive again. I felt like shouting to the skies. Instead, I fucked Suzanne with every ounce of strength I had. Nothing on the face of the earth meant more to me than satisfying this woman. I must have done okay—she came twice before I erupted into her core. We fell asleep again seconds later.
We were both exhausted, waking only when the sun shone directly into the room. It was 10:30 in the morning—a beautiful spring day.

I asked if I could shower. “Sure…as long as I join you.” Suzanne hopped out of the bed, running to the toilet. I followed, but turned away to give her privacy. “Bob, peeing is NOT as intimate as making love, is it? If we could make love you can see me pee. It’s no big deal. C’mon in. Why don’t you start the water?
Unfortunately, it takes forever to get hot in this building. The Condo Board talks about fixing everything, but that’s all they do—talk.” I went to the stall and began the shower, turning on the hot water, but not the cold. It was hot in seconds. “How? How did you do that?” I laughed as I explained. It was simple common sense.

We stepped in, luxuriating in the hot steamy water and actually washing each other between kisses and gropes. We ran out when the water suddenly ran cold. I dried Suzanne tenderly with a nice big fluffy towel. I chuckled when she turned around and bent over, aiming her cute ass in my direction.

“Is that for the towel or for something else I happen to have handy?”

“I was actually thinking about the towel. I’ve never done the other.”

“I have and I must tell you it can be exquisite. It can also be hell if not done right. I would never ever hurt you.”

“I’ve been told that before, but…I do believe you. Maybe some other time; right now I’m hungry.” I laughed out loud then pulled Suzanne into yet another kiss. She continued speaking once we broke it. “I’ll be hungry for that again after I’ve put something into my stomach. Shall we go out? C’mon, my treat.” Not bad, I thought, hot babe and hot lunch, and later more hot sex. We dressed quickly and drove away.

Suzanne was dressed casually, but all I had were my dressy clothes from last night’s date. We went to my house first so I could change then we’d go to the country club for their weekend buffet. We ran into Lisa and Dana in the lobby so we asked them to join us. In retrospect it was a mistake. They were cool to my seeing Suzanne. I couldn’t tell it if was jealousy or what, but they were less than welcoming. Oh, they were polite, but that was it. Relations were strained when we broke up that afternoon.

I took Suzanne back to my place for a leisurely afternoon. We read and watched TV and just got to know each other better. The more I knew about her the more I liked her. I thought we were a good match. She slept over Saturday night as we made love over and over, rising late Sunday morning. After a hearty breakfast I drove Suzanne to the country club for a lesson. Our clubs were in the store room so we picked them up en route to the range. There, with several bucket of balls at our feet, I broke down Suzanne’s swing and rebuilt it step by step. An hour later she was a much improved golfer. Of course, anyone can do well at the range. We played a relaxing round, not even keeping score.

We played again on Tuesday in preparation for our match with Lisa and Dana on Friday. This time we did keep score, but Suzanne did even better. We were ready to kick ass again on Friday.

I was surprised with the cordiality displayed by our opponents Friday morning. The coldness we had experienced on Saturday morning was gone. They did, however, ask for a bigger bet—losing team to cook and serve dinner to the winners. We graciously accepted. After a thorough warm up in which I reviewed the fundamentals I had taught Suzanne we headed for the first tee. Yes, Suzanne was still driving. I enjoyed checking out her long slender legs and the pressure her breasts caused stretching the thin fabric of her blouse.

I watched closely as Suzanne gripped her club, closely following what I had taught her, before addressing the ball. Her swing was absolutely beautiful as she made contact with the ball. Even Lisa and Dana were impressed. “Gee, Suzanne looks like you’ve been taking some lessons.”

“No…Bob helped me at the range Sunday…that’s all.” Suzanne played the round of her life, breaking 100 for the very first time. We creamed them by almost twenty strokes. They invited us to dinner the following night at Dana’s. I took Suzanne to my place after golf. We showered together and made beautiful love to each other before we went out to dinner, again in Asheville. I led her to my bed, savoring the look of her long slender body and the curves of her hips and breasts. I ran my hands up the back of her body from her butt to her shoulders as I leaned in for yet another searing kiss. Our tongues danced together as we had done a week ago. If anything, it was even hotter now that we were naked together—alone. Suzanne laid back onto the bed, her legs hanging over the side to the floor as I crawled to her. I took her feet into each hand. Massaging one, I took the other into my mouth licking and sucking on each of her toes before I began my journey up her legs. I stopped when I reached her knee and began all over again on the other. This time I moved up closer and closer to her core. I could see and smell her excitement. Tiny droplet of nectar lined her labia; her scent filled my nostrils. I moved forward for a taste and another and another. I drank of her, bringing her to untold heights of rapture as I fucked her faster and faster with my long strong tongue.

Suzanne was writhing to my touch, moving uncontrollably across the bed. Only the intervention of my arms and hands on her waist prevented her from falling. She managed somehow to pull me up for a kiss while her hand found my cock. Oozing pre-cum, the head was slick as an icy road. It slid easily into her. We met, becoming one, as we continued to kiss, our bodies working on autopilot until we exploded—Suzanne experiencing spasm after spasm while I shot river after river of slick white semen into her. We were exhausted when I laid my head into the sweaty pool that had collected between her sweet breasts.

We rested for almost an hour until we rose together for a shower and driving back to the country club for and enjoyable dinner, returning to my house for a relaxing evening. We went to bed early, but no sex. I’d never be able to get it up again after our afternoon delight. All we did was hold each other and kiss before going to sleep in each other’s arms.

CHAPTER 7

We went out for brunch around twelve, returning home around 2:30. This time we rushed into the house, impatient to couple—to be one, united in our lust and possibly our love for each other. We were both naked by the time we reached the bedroom. I pulled Suzanne to me, savoring the sensation of her hard nipples pressing into my chest. She giggled as my growing cock moved up between us. “I really like this thing, Bob. It’s like a big dildo made of marble or maybe granite except that it pulses and sprays hot stuff all over my pussy. It makes me tingle all over.”

“Well, there’s no tingle like the present.”

“Ouch! That was dreadful.”

“Yes, it was, but the sentiment was sincere.” I pulled her into yet another long smoldering kiss as we fell onto the bed. I lay back with Suzanne lying on top of me. I could feel her hand snaking down my abdomen until she reached my hard hot cock. A second later her hips rose and a second after that they fell, my cock deep within her core. “Tingling yet?”

“Oh, you know it. This feeling is only going to get better…and better.” She leaned down to kiss me again as she began to rock, her clit driving into me with every motion. She broke the kiss after a few minutes; she had no choice—her breathing was so ragged and erratic. She was gasping for breath as she came—hard, so hard she shook like a leaf as she fell onto me. I held her tightly, caressing her face and kissing her hair.
She jumped up suddenly, a look of concern on her face. “Bob…you didn’t cum. Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be…I’m not built like a woman, you know. I’ll just save myself for later, you know…after dinner.”

“Is that a promise? Let’s leave as soon as possible, okay? I mean, Lisa and Dana are okay, but they’re kind of controlling if you catch my drift. Everything always has to be their way–know what I mean?” I didn’t reply. I knew exactly what she meant. I pulled her back down and we took a brief nap, rising at five to shower and dress. We rang the bell at Dana’s condo at six on the dot. I had two bottles of an excellent Chianti Classico in a gift bag for our hostess.

“Hi, I hope we’re not too early,” I chimed when Dana opened the door. She smiled and asked us in. “Wow, you have excellent taste. Your living room is really beautiful.” I was laying it on a little thick, but was rewarded when Dana blushed. She led us to the condo’s balcony where Lisa awaited us.

“I have a question,” she began. “What on earth did you do with Suzanne’s swing? I’ve never seen her play so well.”

“Basically the same things I’d do with anybody—better grip, better address, swinging inside-out. Those basic fundamentals work for everyone. I’ll gladly do the same for you, too. The game is a lot more fun when you play well. You and Dana play pretty well, but there’s always room for improvement, even for me.”

“You?” The three women spoke with one voice.

“Sure, I have a five handicap, not a zero. That’s at least five strokes I throw away every round. Don’t you think that could be improved? Oh, before I forget—I brought you some wine. I hope you like it.”

‘Oh, thank you, Bob; would you help with opening it. I’m terrible at mechanical stuff.” I followed her to the kitchen where I opened the wine—both bottles—before returning to the patio with a tray, one of the bottles, and four glasses. We had a sociable evening until seven when Dana invited us to the dining room to enjoy her roast beef, baked potatoes, and string beans almandine. She even went to the trouble of making some fresh rolls.

“I’m really impressed, Dana. You’ve done a wonderful job here.”

“Thank you, Bob, but the best part will come later.” I thought she was talking about dessert, but we learned she had something else entirely in mind before the meal ended.

Dinner was almost over when Dana asked if I’d like some more wine. She stepped out to the kitchen, returning with the second bottle. Suzanne asked for some more, but Dana ignored her after pouring me an almost full glass. She raised her glass for a toast, “to new and old friends.” I raised my glass and brought it to my lips for a healthy drink of the smooth crimson liquid. A minute later I had another.

I eryaman escort began to feel funny. My body felt uncoordinated as though I couldn’t control my muscles. My glass was shaking in my hand. Lisa chuckled as she reached over the table to take the glass from my fingers. “Gee, Dana it works even faster than Lois told us. In another minute he’ll be totally paralyzed.”

“What?” It was Suzanne. I found that I could neither speak nor move. “What did you do to him?”

“Relax, Suzanne he’ll be okay in a few hours. In the meantime we have a lesson for him, don’t we, Lisa?”

“Yeah, and you’d better get over here and help us unless you want your EX-boyfriend to fall and hit his head. Get your ass over here and help us…now!” Suzanne jumped to her feet, but I could see tears in her eyes. Dana and Lisa lifted me by the shoulders; they directed Suzanne to my feet. Together they carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed.

“Get his clothes off, you slut. I’m sure you’ve done it before, haven’t you?” I couldn’t move but I could see that Suzanne was terrified as she hurried to follow their orders. I lay there totally helpless as Dana sat next to me. She gripped my chin forcefully and lifted my head. “In case you haven’t figured this out, Lisa and I have always been in charge even going back to our days in junior high. Sure, Suzanne hung with us, but mostly to do our bidding. It might have been okay if you had chosen either one of us, but picking a loser like Suzanne? That was intolerable. Now you’re going to be punished for your poor decision making.”

Lisa tied my hands together above my head and tied them off to the headboard. My legs were spread and tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. My back and butt were facing up with Dana on one side of me and Lisa on the other. Dana spoke first, “Stay the fuck out of the way, Suzanne unless you want some of this, too.” I could hear the “swish” as she swung—something, I didn’t know what—and hit me in the middle of my back. The pain was extreme, but I was paralyzed—I couldn’t move. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t even scream. I was going to take this in silence whether I wanted to or not.

Lisa and Dana alternated blows, striking my back and butt at first, but extending to the back of my thighs. Luckily, they missed hitting my genitals—thank God! It went on and on. I was sure I was bleeding heavily. I knew I had never endured anything like this before and, hopefully, I’d never experience it again. Finally, they stopped; I could hear their heavy breathing. I felt as though I had absorbed a hundred blows. My ankles were untied and I was rolled over then they were refastened. The pain in my back was worse now as the weight of my body on the wounds felt like I was being whipped yet again.

Lisa moved next to me, sliding a steel cock ring down my shaft as she told Suzanne, “Get him hard, stupid! Use your mouth. I know how much you enjoy sucking a cock. Now show us how you do it.” Suzanne bent over crying and sniffling as she lowered her mouth to my organ. I could see her silently mouth the words, “I’m sorry, Bob.” Her talented tongue and lips soon forced my organ to its full size and girth. “At least you have some redeeming value, Suzanne. Now get out of the way again. This is for Dana and me. You’ll never do this again—never! That’ll be YOUR punishment.”

Dana sat on my other side with a handful of condoms. She rolled one down my shaft. “If you can’t figure this out for yourself, Bob this is going to be for us. A couple more condoms and you won’t feel a thing. Think of yourself as a human dildo. Get used to the role—it’s one you’ll be playing regularly. Ha. Ha. The little slut can sit there and watch us. Trust us, we’ll be doing this a lot—at least once a week and probably more—and we’ll make sure there’s nothing for the slut here in between.” She rolled three more condoms down my dick laughing continuously at my plight.

First Dana and then Lisa climbed aboard my cock, riding me to several fantastic orgasms each as I felt nothing—absolutely nothing. Suzanne was commanded to untie and dress me once they were done, but before my boxers were pulled up Lisa produced a stainless steel cock cage, locking it around my cock and balls. They laughed continuously until Dana spoke with malice in her heart, “I used this on my useless husband for years until I tired of his pathetic tongue and cock and threw him out. The funny thing about all this is that his cock was only about half the size of yours. That should make this extremely uncomfortable for you, Bob–uncomfortable on a good day, extremely painful on the rest. Isn’t that the perfect irony, Suzanne? Not only will you have no sex, but your mere presence will cause your boyfriend nothing but incredible pain. That’s just too much, isn’t it? Now, let’s get lover boy here out to the car and home.”

They half carried and half dragged me to the car, loading me into the passenger seat. Suzanne drove me home, struggling to see through her tears. I was able to stagger in with Suzanne’s help, my arm over her shoulders. She dropped me on the couch, her eyes flooded with tears. “I’d better go, Bob. I’ll just get you into more trouble.”

My voice was more a croak than human, but I managed to get out, “N…uh…o! Pen…pa…per.” I pointed her to the home office. She returned a few minutes later, handing them to me. I was barely able to scribble—CALL 911 NE ED AMBUL COPS DO NOW–on the legal pad holding the pen in my hand. I still had no control of my fingers.

“Oh, Bob if we call the cops you’ll never be able to get out of that. I know them. They’re really vindictive.”

I wrote again, taking almost two minutes to complete only a handful of words—SAN DRA CLOS ET 3RD SHLF RT. U’LL KNO. NOW PLS! Suzanne trotted to the master bedroom. I could hear her searching until I heard her, “YES!” She ran back to my side, pulled my pants open and used the wrench to open the cock cage. It was good that I had been paralyzed. Otherwise, I might have given away my secret—Dana’s cock cage was the same model as the one Sandra used to use on me only with a smaller tube. It was a relief to have it removed. I thought that Suzanne was even more relieved than I was.

She sat on the couch next to me, kissing and holding me until I groaned from the pain. I pointed to the pad. She nodded and phoned the police. Where we lived the police was the Sheriff’s Department. Two deputies responded not more than five minutes later. They tried to question me, but Suzanne explained that I had been drugged. They gasped when they saw the back of my shirt—it was covered with blood.

The EMT’s arrived a few minutes later. One of them took a blood sample, I assumed to test for the drug Dana and Lisa had used on me. A minute later the same EMT injected me with epinephrine to counteract the effects of the drug. Twenty minutes later I felt a lot better—well enough to answer their questions—but not well enough to move on my own. I explained—speaking very slowly– my marital situation and how I had met Suzanne, Dana, and Lisa at the country club, about our bets, and finally, about tonight’s dinner. They took photos of my back, butt, and thighs before I was taken to the hospital lying face down. I asked Suzanne to drive behind the ambulance, but the deputies nixed that idea. “They’ll be going too fast for that. You’ll either kill yourself or someone else. You can follow us.”

I thanked them as I was carried to the ambulance. I asked for a minute with Suzanne. “None of this was your fault, Suzanne. I know you weren’t involved. They must be crazy to think they could get away with this. Promise me—no more tears. I’m going to be okay and if you kiss me I’ll be even better.”

“Oh, Bob,” she began crying again so I pulled her to me. My hand in her hair, I pulled her mouth to mine for a kiss that was, unfortunately, too brief. The EMT’s loaded me into the ambulance, closed the door and whisked me away, siren blaring.

CHAPTER 8

I was in the hospital for two days and ordered to bed for a week once Suzanne had driven me home. I was lying there in bed three days later when Suzanne walked in carrying my lunch. “I know I’m not supposed to get up, but I need a shower. I’m starting to smell. No, that’s not right. I started to smell two days ago.” I swung my legs to the floor and tried to stand.

“Bob, what are you doing? I’m not letting you out of there for three more days at least.”

“Uh…I’ve already been up to take a leak.”

“Yes, but a shower is out of the question. You still have bandages on your back. The doctor said we have to keep them dry. I’ll wash you, but not in the shower, okay?”

“I’ll need you to help me get into the bathroom. By the way, with all this enforced idleness I’ve come up with the perfect solution to the hot water problem in your condo.”

“And, what would that be?”

“Uhh, uhh—not until after you bathe me. I’m looking forward to your hands on my body.”

“Oh, I swear, Bob.” She walked away, disappearing down the hall. She came back a few minutes later with the folding chair I had been using for my desk.

“Okay, I’ll wash you, but you’re going to be sitting while I do it.”

“So, will you be naked with me?” I had a wicked smile and a leer in my eyes as I spoke.

“Is that all you think about?” She tried to be stern, but she couldn’t suppress a smile. The smile became a chuckle and soon we were both laughing. “I think about it a lot, too. I can’t wait until you’re better. I’ve missed making love to you…with you. Okay, lean on me.” We struggled into the bathroom where I shrugged out of my tee shirt and gym shorts, what I called pajamas. Looking in the mirror I realized that I needed a shave as badly as I needed a shower. “Okay, I’ll do that, too. It shouldn’t be too hard—probably easier than shaving my legs. I used to shave my pussy when I was married. Maybe I should shave you down there. You’re probably too weak to resist.”

“I’ve never found it to be all that attractive—too much like fucking a little girl. Trimmed is nice, like yours is now—just enough to curl a bit, and provide a nice soft pillow for my cheek, but not so much to get hairs in my mouth. I’ve been thinking about that a lot, too.” I staggered onto the chair while Suzanne doffed her clothes and warmed the water in the basin. She pulled several wash cloths out of the linen closet along with two big bath towels.

“I’m going to take a shower once you’re done and you can help dry me. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” She started with my head, wetting my skin, soaping the wetted area and rinsing with the wash cloth. She used the same technique when shaving me, cleaning up any stray hair or soap with the wash cloth. Then she washed my entire body except the parts that were still covered by the bandages. I noticed she took a long time washing my cock and balls.

“Is that all you think about,” I asked, repeating her words verbatim.

“Not all, just most of the time. Oh my, you must be feeling better. You’re hard as a rock.” Her hands slid up and down my shaft. “I’ll keep this up if you promise not to put a lot of pressure on your back.” I couldn’t respond verbally so I just nodded. It had to be less than twenty seconds later when I blew, covering Suzanne’s chest and abdomen with my cream. I smiled when she licked my cock clean and rubbed the semen into her smooth soft skin. I pulled her to me weakly and we kissed, just about the only thing I’d been able to do over the past few days. Her lips didn’t disappoint. They were sweet and plump. Her tongue demanded attention. She broke it a minute later and stepped into the shower where she washed her body quickly. I sat by, still naked, my cock raging again watching her lithe body through the shower door.

I helped dry her once she stepped out, concentrating my energies on her breasts—her beautiful breasts—her abdomen and her sweet ass. I must have rubbed her ass crack a few too many times because she stepped away and turned around. esenler escort “Oh, Bob you are so obvious. I guess you really want my ass. I’ll think about it, but only if you’re really good for the next three days. You know what? You’re a lousy patient.”

“I know…I have no patience for this. All I want is to hold you and kiss you and…” I hesitated almost a minute before continuing, “play golf with you.” She laughed hysterically.

“Somehow I doubt that golf is that high a priority. We’ll play a lot, but only after we’ve made love plenty of times. You have a doctor’s appointment Monday morning. We’ll come right home afterward and make love if he gives the okay.”

“No, we have one more stop to make first.”

“What?”

“It has a lot to do with your hot water problem. I know how to solve it permanently.”

“How?”

“It’s really quite simple. I love you and I want you to move in with me. Sell the condo or give it away. I have more than enough for both of us. I only know that I never want to let you go.”

Suzanne was crying when she spoke, “Never?”

“Never…ever; will you marry me?” She leapt forward, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I loved the kiss, but groaned from the pain.

“Oh, Bob I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not, so…I assume that was a yes.”

“Boy, men can be so dense…yes, it was definitely a yes. Do I have to spell it for you?”

“No, but I do think I need to get back into bed.” Suzanne helped to me to stand and I struggled back to the bed. I couldn’t understand the problem. The pain from my back and butt was still bad, but I should have been able to move and walk on my own. I didn’t understand it, but I did two days later when detectives from the Sheriff’s headquarters visited me.

CHAPTER 9

The detectives phoned and asked when I would be available to speak with them. “Any time,” I replied. “I’m still stuck in bed. I can’t even walk on my own. I don’t understand it.”

“We do and we’ll explain. We can be there in about a half hour. Is that okay?”

“Yes, but only if you’ll allow Suzanne and me to give you lunch. Virginia ham sandwiches okay?”

“It’s a deal; see you then.” Suzanne went to the kitchen to get everything ready. She set up a bridge table in the bedroom and brought in a few chairs for the deputies. We had some Pepsi and pickles and she had made some potato salad, too. She had just finished when we heard the doorbell ring.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Young.”

“Same here, Detective; I assume you have some news for us.”

“Oh, yes we certainly do.” He sat before going on, “Yesterday we arrested both Lisa LaGrange and Dana Dupree on a host of charges including more than 100 counts of assault with a deadly weapon and sexual battery for that thing they secured on your genitals. They were also indicted on charges of forcible rape. The DA told us he’ll have a lot of fun prosecuting that one, but the biggest charge has to do with the drug they gave you. It’s a horse tranquilizer—banned for use on human beings. Apparently they told their friend Lois—one Lois Singleton, an employee at a vet’s office—that they had a horse they wanted to sedate. She stole the drug from her boss. They gave you the entire horse-sized dosage so we think that’s why you’re still having trouble. The manufacturer says it will wear off, but it’s going to take a few more days.

“Anyway, Ms. Singleton has been fired and is charged with larceny and a couple of drug related charges. Your friends Dana and Lisa are facing similar charges—and more—deliberately administering an animal drug to an unsuspecting person. The DA thinks they’ll try for some plea bargain; they’re looking at more than a hundred years in prison if they’re convicted of everything which seems to be entirely possible.

“Those two must be idiots. We had a search warrant for the premises of Dana’s condo. We found two bloody golf club shafts that the heads broken off. Their fingerprints are all over them and there’s blood and skin all along the shafts. We’re sure the DNA will prove to be yours. We also found the almost empty drug bottle, again with Dana’s and Lois’s fingerprints. Dana and Lisa are in the county lockup pending bail hearing. The bail is going to be steep, more than $100,000. Their friend Lois is looking at $5,000 bail for her part although she claims she gave the drug for use on a horse, not a person. We’re pretty sure she’ll testify against the other two—she’s terrified.

“Ms. Robinson,” the detective was speaking to Suzanne now, “do you know how Ms. LaGrange and Ms. Dupree earn their living?”

“I never saw or heard of them working so I always assumed that they had good divorce settlements like me. Why do you ask?”

“Because we found large quantities of amphetamines and prescription drugs in both their condos; I’m talking thousands—many more than could possibly be used for personal reasons. We also found a notebook with a load of names and what looks like records of sales. These women are in a lot of trouble. The DEA is involved now and they don’t play around. It’s likely there will be federal as well as state charges.
“So that’s about it.”

“Great, thanks for the info. Shall we eat? Suzanne’s been spoiling me rotten. We’ll both be glad when I can get around on my own. I’m supposed to see the doctor Monday morning.”

“You never did tell me, Bob—where are we going after?”

“My lawyer’s office; he wants to brief me on the divorce hearing. It’ll be two weeks from today. I can’t wait for that either. I’ve asked Suzanne to marry me.” The detectives congratulated me and wished us well between bites of their sandwiches. We were done about thirty minutes later; Suzanne showed them out and returned to clean up the paper plates and left over food.

“Why don’t you rest, Bob?”

“I have a much better idea, something I’ve wanted to do all week.”

“What, darling?”

“Why, eat your pussy, of course. All you have to do is straddle my head. C’mon; take off those clothes and come over here.”

“Oh, no I’m not taking a chance of you getting hurt again. Just let me fluff your pillow. What? What are you doing, Bob?”

“Just convincing you that I know best; you’re not going to hurt me. See?” I pulled her onto my body. She looked to be pissed, but I knew it was just an act. Actually, I was praying it was an act. I moved up to meet her lips, my tongue slipping into her slightly opened mouth.

She responded immediately, but did take the time to tell me, “You can be so exasperating. You know that?”

“Yup, but that’s part of what you love about me.”

“Yes, it is,” she sighed into my mouth as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it down her arms. Her bra soon followed.

“Have I told you recently how much I love your breasts? They’re beautiful—just beautiful and so sensitive. You love when I do this, don’t you? Well, don’t you?”

“Yes, damn it; I love when you play with my tits. Rub and pinch my nipples, will you?”

“Of course, I’ll do that just as soon as I get your Capri’s off.” I opened the button and pulled the zipper down, but from my position under her I was getting nowhere. Suzanne broke the kiss, pushed herself up and pulled the slacks and her panties from her body.

“Okay now? Satisfied now that you’ve gotten me naked?”

“Yes, thank you; just move up here so I can taste you.” Running my hands up and down her smooth thighs excited Suzanne, but not as much as my kisses on her slender legs, moving up from her knees to her core. Her labia were next as I licked and sucked and nibbled, forcing Suzanne to moan as her passion grew. I shifted gears suddenly, plunging my tongue deep into her love canal. I could see the results as she arched her back and spread her legs even further.

I drove into her over and over until my tongue tired, but that took more than ten minutes—ten minutes of extreme sexual pleasure and torment. Suzanne needed to cum in the worst way and I was there to deliver. I pulled back the hood, exposing her hot clit and sucking it between my teeth; I gnawed as I sucked. She screamed in her ecstasy and shook wildly as her orgasm reigned over her body. She had absolutely no control and would have fallen had I not reached up to steady her with my strong hands and arms. I eased her down to lie beside me. She was barely conscious when I whispered, “I love you and I always will.”

“That’s nice,” she whispered back as she passed out.

CHAPTER 10

True to my word I was very good for the rest of my term in bed. “I should have bribed you with my ass sooner,” Suzanne said laughing. “I would have had a much easier time with you if I had.”

“I agree. I just love your ass, even the dirty part.”

Suzanne smirked. “Especially the dirty part. We’ll have to do something about that if we decide to move forward with it. You sure it’ll be good for me? I’m afraid it will hurt.”

I was finally able to stand on my own and I was getting dressed as I answered, “It can hurt and it will if I just try to fuck you there. Forget what you see in porn. Those women have multiple enemas the day before and then they stretch their butts with butt plugs before the scene. That’s why they can handle even those giant cocks so easily. You have to trust me and know that I would never ever hurt you. Now, let’s get going. We have to be at the doctor’s office in half an hour. I think I’ll drive.” Suzanne just stood there in the bedroom glaring.

“Remember your lifelong ambition—to be chauffeured by an attractive woman? You are NOT driving. C’mon, let’s get into the car.” She closed up the house and led me to the passenger’s seat. I did kind of enjoy being treated like royalty, but I was also ready to fend for myself—I hoped. All I needed was clearance from the doctor.

Of course, we were a few minutes early, not that it mattered. We still waited for more than a half hour before being ushered to the inner sanctum where we waited for another twenty minutes before seeing the doctor. She removed my bandages, checking for any signs of infection. I had plenty of scabs, but none of them were yellow or filled with pus. I was thrilled to get a clean bill of health.

“You can play golf again, Robert, but no driving for another week. The detectives have been in touch with me in regard to the drug that was used on you. I swear—what is the matter with some people? I don’t really believe in the death penalty, but people like these make me reconsider. I wonder how they’d enjoy being whipped like you were.”

“Uh, Doctor what about…uh…sex?”

“Hmmm, looking at you two I’d guess that was a priority. Okay, but nothing too strenuous until you’ve regained your strength…at least two more weeks.”

I gave her my thanks and I really meant it. I looked into Suzanne’s eyes and I could see that she agreed with me. We were both grinning wildly when we returned to the car. Again in the passenger seat I directed Suzanne to my attorney’s office. We walked in and were seen by Joe Berger almost immediately. Why can’t doctors have appointments like this?

“Okay, Bob we’ve drawn The Honorable Wilma Jamison. I doubt we could have done better. She’s extremely fair and I’m pretty sure she’ll be very understanding, considering your circumstances. Normally, a divorce would take a year in this state. However, this is a case of desertion so the hearing will be extremely informal and I think she’ll reduce the required time. Expect her to ask a lot of questions. You’ll be okay if you just tell the truth. Don’t lie and don’t embellish. Just tell the plain simple truth and everything will be fine. I’ll see you at the courthouse at 9:00 a.m. on the 17th.” We were out the door and in the parking lot two minutes later.

“Okay, home now and to bed? I’ve been waiting for this for a whole week.”

“Umm, would you mind waiting about a half hour longer? I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”

Suzanne sighed, “Okay, where to next?”

“Know where Patton Avenue is?”

“Of esenyurt escort course.”

“Number 121.”

“I think I’ve been there. Isn’t that a jewelry store?”

“Yup. Any woman I’m engaged to has to have a ring—a nice one. You don’t object do you?”

“No—not me. Is this going to be expensive?”

“I certainly hope so.” Five minutes later Suzanne pulled into the parking lot. Had we been in New York I would have taken her to the Diamond District where the jewelers have almost no overhead and prices are rock bottom while the quality is top notch. However, that doesn’t exist in Asheville. I’d have to pay retail, but Suzanne was worth it, and then some. Thirty minutes later we walked out and Suzanne had her ring—a 2.5 carat blue-white diamond of excellent quality with four baguettes totaling 1.0 carat, two on each side of a thin platinum band. She loved the ring and I loved her. That was all that mattered. It was the best $30,000 I ever spent.

I was a bit surprised when we went out to lunch. “We’ve had to do with my cooking for the past week and before that, two days eating in the hospital. We need something good—better than good.” She took me to the country club where we had a couple of thick club sandwiches, home-made fries, and iced tea. She wouldn’t let me drink—not yet, anyway. We enjoyed our lunch and I was surprised when she paid. “I think you’ve spent enough for one day. Now, let’s go home.”

It was well worth waiting for. Suzanne and I walked, or should I say ran, to the bedroom shedding our clothes as we went. I almost fell twice trying to get out of my pants. We were both naked by the time we got there. She literally threw me onto the bed, jumping on top of me and pulling me into a long wet kiss, a kiss that seemed to go on forever as we rubbed against each other, savoring the sensation of skin on skin. Hers was so soft and so smooth—and so exciting. Normally, I enjoy foreplay as much as the next guy—probably more—but this was raw unbridled lust. It was FUCKING, not making love. It was animalistic need, pure and simple. Suzanne rode me like she’d ride a wild stallion except that my wild stallion days were well in my past. However, that didn’t stop her from trying. My cock was sore when it ended—after four orgasms for her and two for me—and it was dark outside, almost eight o’clock. We were exhausted and covered in sexual secretions from our chests to our knees. I would have bet that Suzanne’s nipples were as sore as my cock from the twisting, pulling, and biting I’d done. I pulled the blanket over us and we were asleep in seconds.

CHAPTER 11

After that we made love every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night, and sometimes both. The days melted together and before we knew it I found myself in court. “Your honor,” Joe began, “we have here a case of desertion by my client’s wife. It would be easy to claim that he did something wrong to cause his wife’s disappearance, but in this case we have the wife’s own words condemning her.” He called me to the witness stand. Suzanne squeezed my hand as I walked to be sworn in.
 
“Mr. Young, will you please tell the court of the events which led to your wife’s departure? Please address your remarks to her honor.”

“Okay…your honor, my wife Sandra and I moved here from New York seven months ago after we had retired. We were unpacking in our new home when we met a couple who lived down the street—Frank and Janet Sturgis. They invited us to a welcoming party where we met almost all of our neighbors. Later that evening I learned from Sandra that they were swingers and they wanted to swing with us.”

“What was your reaction, Mr. Young?”

“Truthfully, I was appalled. I wasn’t in favor, your honor, but Sandra was. I tried to dissuade her, but I wasn’t at all successful. In fact, she informed me that she was going with or without me. I couldn’t let her go into a potentially dangerous situation by herself so I agreed on the condition that I’d try it, but if I didn’t like it we wouldn’t do it again.

“We went to their house the following Saturday night and we paired up with each other’s spouse. I’m not going to tell you that it was bad because it wasn’t, but I felt dirty…filthy afterwards and I took Sandra home as soon as possible. I thought it was done, but I learned later that Sandra had cheated on me with Frank whenever I played golf and also several times during a weekend long teasing session.”

“Teasing?” I explained what had happened and how we had made wild love as my reward all Sunday night and the following two days, as well.

“Then one Wednesday after golf I found this letter.” I read it aloud, my voice cracking several times from the emotion I felt as I relived the horror I had experienced that miserable day—one of the worst in my life. I explained how after a week I decided not to allow Sandra and especially not Frank to destroy me. I went on to describe how I met Suzanne and her friends.

“I was wondering if you were that Robert Young. It seems you’ve been through a lot recently.”

“Yes, your honor, but I’ve also met someone who loves me completely and without reservation. I will marry her as soon as the divorce is final.”

“Have you had any contact with your wife since she left?”

“I sent her an email about a month after to let her know that Bank of America wanted her to pay her credit card bill. She has her own cards—American Express and Visa—based on her earnings just as she has her own investments in her own name. I told her about the bill and informed her that I would not pay it. She never responded, but I never received another bill so I assume it was received. We do know that she and Mr. Sturgis left the country that morning. Their passports showed that they flew to Mexico and from there to Belize.”

“Excuse me, your honor—I have the documents here from Homeland Security.” Joe passed them to the bailiff who handed them to the judge.

She read for a moment before commenting, “I see. Thank you for your testimony, Mr. Young. Normally a divorce in this state would take a year and I would often require marriage counseling, as well. However, in this case I see no reason for either of those steps. May I assume that the young woman I saw you with earlier is your fiancé?”

“Yes, your honor; she is and I’m extremely lucky to have found her.”

“Yes, I believe you. Very well, if you will return here in thirty days—the seventeenth of next month—I will finalize your divorce, granting your request for sole ownership of your domicile, the only property in question here and, if you wish, I will also marry you at that time.”

“Thank you, your honor. That would be great.” She banged the gavel and adjourned, returning to chambers. I stepped down to thank Joe.

“No reason to thank me—you did it all—a great job. I’ll see you in a month and I’ll send you the bill then, too. You know us lawyers.”

“It will be money well spent. Thanks again.” I rushed into my love’s arms. “C’mon, I think we can find the license bureau. It’s got to be around here somewhere.”

“Up the hall and turn left—third door down,” said the bailiff, a huge smile on his face. We followed his directions and less than an hour later we had our license. All I needed now was the divorce to become final.
I was holding Suzanne’s hand when we left the courthouse. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh oh, it’s usually trouble when you think, Bob.”

“Not this time—I think you’re entitled to have your own bedroom set. It will be a clean break—a completely new start—for us. We’ll put all of Sandra’s stuff in storage for a year in case she shows up some day and we’ll donate it to charity if she doesn’t. I also think we should redecorate—new furniture, too, if you want.”

“I’ll take the bedroom set, but I like the rest of your stuff and it goes against my grain to spend money wastefully. The paint and carpeting in the house are almost new. Re-doing it now would be a waste, too. I have some photos of my family I’d like to bring over and—that reminds me—I think you should meet my parents. Don’t worry, I’m still going to marry you regardless of what they say or do. After giving you that bad news I’m hesitant to tell you that I will let you buy me lunch.” We were downtown in Asheville so I suggested the Red Stag, the site of our first dinner together. Once we were seated and given our menus I asked what could be so bad.

“What religion are you? I’ve never seen you go to church.”

“Uh, well, I was brought up Methodist, but I haven’t practiced in years. I’ve never been much for organized religion. I believe that a person who lives a good life—not cheating or lying or stealing or worse—is doing a lot better that some of the so-called church goers. I’ve known some people who’d go every Sunday and then commit every sin in the book on Monday. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I’m kind of like you except that I was brought up Catholic. My parents are what you’d call religious fanatics. You should have heard them when I got divorced from David. They still invite him for Thanksgiving and Christmas in the hope that we’ll get back together again.”

“That should make the holidays pretty interesting then—you know, after we’re married by a judge. Yow! I’ll bet that’ll light them up.”

“No bet…and no fair laughing about it. They are my parents and I do love them even if they are a colossal pain in the ass on occasion. Let’s drop it for now and enjoy our lunch. I love this restaurant. Thanks for suggesting it.” She leaned across the table to give me a quick, but sweet kiss.

“Just one more thing; where do your folks live?”

“Arlington, Washington—north of Seattle.”

“I know where it is. I had to go out there quite a few times on business. How’d you wind up here in North Carolina?”

“Dana and Lisa were relocating here and they suggested I join them. I didn’t care where so long as it was more than 1,000 miles away from my parents. You know, Bob you never did tell me about your work.” So I did, or at least I tried. Investment banking is complicated, especially since there’s really very little actual banking involved. My work involved evaluating companies for takeovers or mergers and working with the management of both companies to grease the wheels whenever possible. Even earning one or two percent commission earned our firm millions and millions of dollars every year. I was less than half way through my explanation when our salads were served. “You might as well stop there, Bob. You lost me about five minutes ago. It was honest work, wasn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, because one wrong word could mess up the deal big time. My teams were sworn to secrecy and anyone who blabbed about a project was done—fired on the spot. I’ve seen stock prices go through the roof once a merger or acquisition is announced. Anyone having prior knowledge could make a fortune—even millions. So, yes it was honest and ethical work.

“I’ll want to talk with you once we get back home about our finances. It’s important you know about my investments and who to contact if anything happens to me.”

“Bob, please don’t talk like that. I want you to live a long time.”

“So do I,” I said between forkfuls of salad, “but it always pays to be prepared.” We didn’t say another word for the rest of our meal. We both had jumbo prime angus burgers that were juicy and delicious (and expensive) with cheddar and bacon. I continued once we were back at home.

“Sandra and I had a bit more than thirty-five million in stocks, bonds, and mutual funds when we retired. Almost eight million of that was in Sandra’s name. I made more than enough to support us so all her earnings other than maybe a thousand a month were invested. There’s a joint account, too with almost two million in it. I’ll have to phone my financial advisor about that because it’s an “AND” account that requires both of us to buy or sell or liquidate. The rest—more than twenty-five million is in my name. I’m also still on the payroll and will be for another four years at $500,000 a year although I’m putting $50,000 into my 401(k) because the company is matching that dollar for dollar.” I spent the next hour familiarizing Suzanne with my extensive portfolio. I could see that she was confused, but over the next few months she’d learn more and more.

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