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Am nächsten Morgen, eigentlich war es schon Mittag, wachte ich vor meinem Sohn auf.

Ich ging ins Bad, um zu duschen. Auf meiner Muschi, meinem Bauch und meinen Schenkeln klebte noch das Sperma vermischt mit meinem Muschisaft. Unter der Dusche säuberte ich meinen Körper und trocknete mich anschließend ab. Dann ging ich nackt wieder zum Bett. Mein Sohn war inzwischen aufgewacht und schaute mich erwartungsvoll an. „Guten Morgen, mein Schatz. Na, gut geschlafen?!” Ich beugte mich zu ihm herunter, gab ihm einen intensiven Kuss, und sogleich nahmen seine Hände meine baumelnden Brüste in Empfang. Ich richtete mich wieder auf und stellte einen Fuß auf das Bett. „Schätzchen, wenn du heute damit spielen und kuscheln willst….” und deutete gleichzeitig auf meine Muschi, „dann musst du in die Stadt fahren und Kondome besorgen. Ich möchte dich ganz tief in mir spüren, aber das geht nur mit Kondom!” Es war schon ein eigenartige Situation: Ich, seine Mutter, präsentierte mich völlig nackt meinem eigenen Sohn. So wie ich vor ihm stand konnte er sehr deutlich meine Muschi sehen. Allerdings, nachdem ich in der vergangenen Nacht den Penis meines Sohnes an meiner Muschi rieb und er sogar ein wenig in mich eingedrungen war, schämte ich mich nicht wirklich, meinem Sohn meine Muschi zu zeigen. Rainer richtete sich auf, umfasste meinen Hintern und schmiegte sich mit seiner Wange an meinen Bauch.

„Oh Mami, ich liebe dich so sehr! Darf ich wirklich heute richtig mit dir schlafen?”, fragte mich mein Sohn. „Wenn du ein Kondom benutzt, darfst du heute meine Muschi erforschen, sie gehört von nun an dir! Leider geht es nur mit Kondom, mein Schatz. Das Risiko, dass ich schwanger werde könnte, wenn du…, nun ja, wenn Du deinen Samen in mich reinspritzt, ist zu groß. Aber ich verspreche dir, demnächst können wir auch ohne Kondom miteinander…, na ja, du weißt schon was.” Mein Sohn ließ meinen Hintern los, stand auf und umarmte mich. Ich drückte mich fest an ihn und stellte fest, dass sein Penis schon wieder steif war. Jedenfalls spürte ich ihn direkt an meiner Ankara escort bayan Muschi. Ich löste mich aus der Umarmung, nahm seine Hand und führte sie zwischen meine Beine. „Fühl’ mal, wie feucht meine Muschi schon wieder ist!” Langsam glitten seine Finger zwischen meine Schamlippen. „Deine Mami kann’s kaum noch erwarten…. Also, mein Schatz, zieh’ dich an und fahr schnell in die Stadt!” Mein Sohn küsste mich zum Abschied noch einmal, beugte sich zu meinen Brüsten, nahm sie in seine Hände, presste sie gegen seine Wangen und saugte kurz an den Brustwarzen. Dann fuhr er los.

Allein in der Wohnung ging ich ins Bad und betrachtete meinen Körper im Spiegel. Ich fragte mich, ob mein Sohn meinen Körper wirklich schön fand? Immerhin war ich schon 44 Jahre alt — 23 Jahre älter als er! Meine überflüssigen Pfunde schmiegten sich um meine Hüften. Mein Hintern war auch breiter, als er sein sollte und meine Brüste näherten sich meinem Bauchnabel. Na ja, nicht ganz, aber bei der Größe ließ sich das nun mal nicht vermeiden! Aber, sagte ich mir, an seiner Reaktion — oder besser gesagt: an seiner Erektion — wusste ich ganz sicher, dass er mich geil fand! Es war einfach wunderbar, mich meinem Sohn ganz hinzugeben. Mit meiner Hand berührte ich meine Muschi. Allein die Vorstellung, dass ich ihn heute ganz tief in mir aufnehmen würde, machte mich unendlich glücklich. Ich spürte die Flüssigkeit, die aus meiner Muschi lief. Der Gedanke ihn zu empfangen, erregte mich sehr. Mit einem Handtuch tupfte ich meine Muschi trocken und legte mich wieder ins Bett, während ich erwartungsvoll auf meinen Sohn wartete.

Nach einer Stunde kam Rainer wieder. Er grinste, als er mich im Bett liegend vorfand. „Na Schatz, hast die Kondome gekauft?”, fragte ich ihn. Er öffnete seinen Rucksack und winkte mit der Packung Kondomen. „Dann zieh dich mal rasch aus und komm zu mir!” Während mein Sohn sich auszog, rutschte ich zur Bettkante und spreizte meine Beine. Etwas, nun ja, komisch war es schon, wie ich mich meinem Sohn präsentierte. „Komm Escort Bayan Ankara Liebling, schau dir Mamis Muschi an, sie gehört ganz dir!” Meine großen dicken Schamlippen glänzten vor Nässe. „Gib Mamis Muschi einen Kuss, Schatz!” Ich führte seinen Kopf zwischen meine Beine und spürte seine Lippen. Mit seiner Zunge fuhr zwischen meine Schamlippen und ein Rinnsal aus Muschisaft lief aus meiner Öffnung heraus. Reflexartig schleckte mein Sohn alles auf. „Oh, mein Liebling, trink aus Mamis sprudelnder Quelle!” Ich presste sein Gesicht fest auf meine Muschi und winkelte meine Beine an. Ich spürte seine Zunge, wie sie immer wieder in mich eindrang. Mein ganzer Körper zitterte und Rainer griff nach meinen Hüften, um mich festzuhalten. Es war ein unbeschreiblich schönes Gefühl, seine Zunge in meiner Muschi zu spüren. „Schatz, was machst du mit deiner Mami?”, keuchte ich und setzte mich auf. Mit den Armen stützte ich mich ab und präsentierte ihm so meine Brüste in ihrer vollen Pracht. Meine Brüste saßen nun quasi auf meinem Bauchspeck. Sogleich ließ er von meiner Muschi ab, küsste meinen Bauch und kniete sich vor mich nieder. Wir küssten uns, wobei ich zum ersten Mal meinen eigenen Muschisaft schmeckte. Mein Sohn griff nach meinen Brüsten und streichelte sie sanft. Dann küsste er sie und saugte sanft an den Brustwarzen. Mit meiner rechten Hand umschloss ich seinen Penis und schob behutsam die Vorhaut zurück. Ich schaute nach unten und führte seine glänzende Penisspitze zu meiner Muschi. Für einen kurzen Moment berührte seine Eichel meine mütterliche Öffnung. Jetzt war es aber höchste Zeit! Mit zitternden Händen nahm ich ein Kondom, setzte es auf die Penisspitze und rollte es bis zum Schaft ab. Mein Sohn kniete immer noch auf dem Boden vor dem Bett. „So, mein geliebter Schatz, jetzt ist es soweit…”, flüsterte ich Rainer ins Ohr. Ich rutschte mit meinem Hintern noch ein Stück vor, stellte meine Füße auf die Bettkante und spreizte meine Beine soweit ich konnte. Meine weit geöffnete Muschi war nun bereit, ihn zu empfangen. Bayan Escort Ankara

Die Eichel seines Penis teilte meine Schamlippen und drang ganz langsam in mich ein…

Ich verschränkte meine Beine hinter seinem Rücken und zog ihn so nah es ging zu mir heran. Während wir uns küssten, spürte ich nun seinen Penis tief in mir. Ich lockerte meine Beinschere, sodass mein Sohn sich in mir bewegen konnte. Behutsam bewegte er seinen Penis in meiner Muschi. Ich presste meine Brüste an seine Brust und umarmte ihn. „Mami, es so schön mit dir…, ich glaube, ich komme schon….” Mein Sohn stieß seinen Penis bis zum Anschlag in meine Muschi, dann spürte ich wie er zuckte. „Ja, komm’ Schatz, spritz deinen Samen in mich hinein…”, hauchte ich. Wie gern hätte ich seinen Samen in mich aufgenommen. So blieb es mir heute noch verwehrt und sein Sperma landete im Kondom. Ich presste ihn noch einmal ganz fest an mich, dann ließ ich meine Beine auf den Boden sinken und legte mich auf den Rücken. Rainer zog langsam seinen Penis aus meiner Muschi und ich schaute zu, wie er das Kondom abstreifte. Wenn ich schon heute seinen Samen nicht in mich aufnehmen konnte, wollte ich zumindest sein Sperma auf meiner Haut spüren.

„Mami möchte sich die Brüste mit deinem Samen einreiben, ist gut für die Haut!”, hatte ich zumindest irgendwo mal gelesen. Ich nahm das Kondom und ließ den Samen auf meine Brüste fließen. Mein Sohn schaute zu, wie ich sein Sperma auf meinen Brüsten verteilte. Es fühlte sich wunderbar an und sie glänzten richtig. „Schatz, schau mal wie nass meine Muschi ist. Holst du mir bitte ein Handtuch?!”, bat ich meinen Sohn. Ein bisschen meines Muschisaftes war sogar auf das Bettlaken geflossen. Mit dem Handtuch trocknete Rainer meine Muschi ab, dann küssten wir uns und kuschelten miteinander.

„Mami fährt heute Abend nach Hause und morgen früh gehe ich gleich zum Frauenarzt und lass mir die Pille verschreiben. Dann können wir am nächsten Wochenende ohne Kondom miteinander schlafen.” Ich freute mich schon sehnsüchtig darauf, den Samen meines Sohnes in mich aufzunehmen. Am liebsten jeden Tag! Aber ich hatte einen Job im Ruhrgebiet und nur an den Wochenenden frei. Also musste ich bis zum nächsten Wochenende warten und mein Sohn auch. Am Abend brachte mich mein Sohn zum Bahnhof und ich fuhr nach Hause. Wie sehr freute ich mich auf das nächste Wochenende…

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The day had begun like any other day, but little did Patti know that today would be the day that would change her life forever. Being stuck in an unhappy marriage with her dipshit of a husband John had long since led her to go in search of other men that would satisfy her unquenchable need for cock. She had been seeing her current lover Rich, for almost two years at this point and the two had grown to love each other very much. She especially loved the way he fucked her, and the way his cock felt every time it entered her body. It felt amazing when he would blow his massive loads in her pussy or ass, and weirdly enough she really enjoyed the feeling of his overflowing cum running down the crack of her ass after a great fuck. Rich was everything she could have wanted in a husband, and she wished it was he who she shared a life with on an everyday basis. Unbeknownst to her, today that would become a reality in the most unexpected of ways.

Like I said, the day began like any other, but that would quickly change with a knock on her door early that morning. Her husband John answered the door and what he found on the other side was a man who slightly intimidated him just from his appearance alone.

John answered “Hi, can I help you with something?”

“Good morning, my name is Rich. I’ve been fucking your sweet little wife for a while now and today I thought I’d just move in here and make myself at home.”

John couldn’t believe what he had just heard, and his blood started to boil within him, but then he took another look at Rich and a new feeling overcame him…fear. You see, Rich looked like the kind of man who could pummel John to a bloody pulp with very little effort, and he was not about to provoke this man. So instead of acting out in rage at what he’d just been told, he instead said…

“I honestly can’t believe what I’m hearing, but I’m not going to pretend I’m surprised. Patti has hated my guts for years now. I always expected that she was fooling around with other men behind my back.”

Rich Ankara escort put his hand on John’s chest and pushed him aside as he entered the home. “Let’s step inside and have a chat so I can explain how things are going to run around here from now on.”

John couldn’t believe Rich’s audacity. He felt completely emasculated, but at the same time he was discovering something else about himself, he was also feeling a bit turned on from being dominated by a stronger man. He never would have guessed that he was this subservient deep down inside. I guess that was the first of the new emotions he’d be feeling that day.

As Rich entered the home he looked around for his favorite fucktoy, but when he didn’t see her, he called out. “Hey Patti, it’s Rich! I thought you would like to suck on your favorite cock this morning, so I came over to play!” Patti was in her bedroom getting ready for her day when she heard those words yelled out. She immediately froze in fear at what she heard, but she also felt a dampness start to form in her panties. She of course recognized the voice as the voice of the man who has been depositing his cum inside of her holes for the last few years. She left her room and entered the living room to find both her husband and her lover sitting on the couch.

“What’s going on here?” Patti asked.

Rich replied “I’m moving in. I explained to John here that I’ve been fucking you for years now and I’m tired of sneaking around dropping loads in his wife’s sweet little pussy. So instead, I decided that I’ll be living here from now on. Get over here and suck my cock, I need to cum. Then after you swallow my load, I’ll continue explaining to John here how things are going to run day to day.”

Patti could never deny that request from the owner of her favorite cock. She loved sucking his cock so much! And even though it wasn’t the biggest cock in the world, it was much bigger than her husband’s. She moved over to where he was sitting and dropped to her knees.

“Hey Escort Ankara John, watch how excited your slut wife gets when she pulls my cock out. She loves to suck it. Babe, show him how much you enjoy sucking my cock.”

Patti secretly liked how her lover had started referring to her by his derogatory pet names over the term of their relationship. Some of her favorites were slut, whore, and cumslut. It made her feel dirty, and she liked that. Plus, she knew that it wasn’t how he really felt about her. They were just things he’d say in the heat of passion to work himself up to a nice climax. They were never repeated outside of the home. He had way too much respect for his favorite fucktoy;)

And with that request she let the uncontrollable urge she always gets when she has access to his cock overcome her and started ripping open his pants to get at her favorite toy. The second Rich’s cock sprang into view she grabbed it and could immediately see a droplet of precum seeping from his piss slit. She loved the taste of his precum. She looked up at her lover.

“Go ahead baby, enjoy yourself.”

Patti looked John in the eyes as she stuck her tongue out and licked the drop of precum from the tip of his dick and swallowed it. She then looked down at John’s pants and could see that he had a tiny tent forming. She thought to herself, this sissy is actually getting aroused. She couldn’t care less. She just wanted to get busy sucking, so she opened her mouth and dropped her face onto Rich’s cock. Both Patti and Rich let out moans. Then Patti got to work on the task at hand, all the while working up quite a lather and making lewd sucking noises. John couldn’t believe his eyes. This was not the woman he married. She never sucked his dinky little dick like that. In fact, she told him she didn’t enjoy giving blowjobs at all. The realization hit him that she just didn’t enjoy sucking his dick, and he just dropped his head.

“Hey John, watch this! This bitch loves having her face Escort Bayan fucked!” Rich grabbed Patti’s head in both of his hands and began to ram his cock in and out of her cute face. She took it like a champ and just kept making lewd noises. John noticed Rich was about to cum and Patti lifted her head off of his cock just long enough to say, “Shoot that fucking spunk straight down into my cum dumpster baby!”, then dropped her face back down on his cock like a true slut. Rich continued fucking Patti’s face for a few more seconds before he started to moan loudly while he shot string after string of cum down her throat. He shot so much that Patti couldn’t swallow it all down and a good amount ended up coming out of her nose and the rest pooled at the base of his cock. “Be a good girl and clean up your mess.” Patti got to work on lapping up the remainder of his spunk. She looked John in the eyes while she did just to rub it in. After she was done cleaning up, she laid her head down in his lap and did one of her favorite things.

John watched as his wife of fifteen years laid her head down in this stranger’s lap and reinserted the tip of Rich’s softening cock back into her mouth and started nursing on it as if it was a baby’s pacifier. It was really sweet the way she’d always do this after sex. It didn’t matter to her what hole his cock had just come out of. She just wanted the comforting feeling she got from nursing on it for a while. On many occasions she’d be nursing on the head of his cock right after it had just blown a massive load in her ass. She didn’t care. In fact, it turned her on even more suckling on the tip of his dirty dick while she felt his cum running down her ass cheeks on those occasions. Rich would usually just lightly finger her asshole while she does this, but things never got to the point where she pulled her bottoms down today so he asked, “Hey babe, slide your shorts and panties down so I can finger your ass while you suckle.” Patti did as she was told and after spitting on his finger she felt him insert it into her unused ass.

“So, John, now that your slut wife and I have had some fun, let me tell you what’s going to happen around here from now on.” Rich explained.

John just sat in his seat obediently while Rich laid down new house rules.

To be continued…

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Sara’s perspective

I knew what was happening… I just couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it — but I did too, kind of. It just took me a lot longer to work out what was going on than it should have, considering everything that had happened so far, all the books I’d been reading, even the book that had dropped off the shelf. The stories that we’d been telling too… Everything lined up so perfectly and yet I could not have seen just where things were going, even if it was all out of my mind.

It was so creepy with things going wrong around the house, the darkness outside, the screams, the weird animal noises. We were all on edge, shifting our weight back and forth, trying, even then, to hunker down and hide. I thought that it all might have been a prank, however elaborate that was, but it was the only thing that made sense in my mind. Something magical just never crossed my mind…

Yet it was different, especially when Ciri started shifting and rubbing at her skin, groaning. She twisted back and forth, trying to brush something off her skin, though it didn’t look all that different, not really. Maybe a little blurry, like there was more hair growing on her arms? It was weird but, in the darkness, I didn’t feel like I could lean in close enough to actually see what was going on there.

“Unnfff…”

I glanced at her, though Ciri didn’t even seem to notice she’d groaned. Huh… That was weirder. Weirder still when she held her stomach, flinging her other arm out for balance as she swayed back and forth.

“Nnghh…” Ciri said, growling softly, her voice coming through in a weird sort of rumbling groan. “I feel… I don’t feel right, I think I’m going to be sick…”

“What?”

I turned on her, fingers twitching with worry, fluttering around her, not knowing what to do. Had she eaten something bad? Oh no — what if the food had not been cooked properly earlier? But it was something far, far worse than that. It would have been good, if it was happening to me, even if I still would have been terrified.

For my eyes watched as her back rounded, her clothes filling out, but in a strange way — going tighter in some places, like across her shoulders and under her arms, and slacker in others, as if her body was changing. Yet that brown coat of fur grew and grew even as Lara and I tried to steady her, Ciri wobbling back and forth.

But what was happening to her feet? I grabbed at her, though Ciri didn’t seem to realise, not even as she slipped back and forth and, horrified, I brushed my fingers through the hair spreading down her shoulders, across her back, down her arms. It was so soft…like baby fur.

No…

I knew what was happening, but…no, I couldn’t believe it. A part of me wanted to pull back away with shock, but I didn’t know what else to do but creep in close, though it was kind of under the pretence of being there to support Ciri. Of course, yes, that was what I wanted to do, where I wanted to be to support her, to help her…but what could I do?

Ciri didn’t even know what was happening to her, but I could see, her feet shrinking, her fingers shrivelling up. A shoe fell off her and I kicked it away as her sock became too large on her foot, though I kind of knew before it even fell off that it was going to become a paw. Even if it was a very large paw, escort bursa not like…

I gulped hard, sweating, my eyes not knowing quite where to go all over her body, trying to take in every last little bit of her form at once. She wasn’t like a housecat but that fur and those paws… Yes, they looked like some kind of big cat, even if my mind was running amok, even at that point.

Why was she transforming into a cat though? Even Ciri’s legs changed, but it was a little hard to see through her clothes, even if I wasn’t exactly wishing her to be unclothed. Her smaller feet pushed up as if onto the toes, but I could imagine just how the thick, full pad of the paw felt as it fleshed out on the underside of her feet.

Her body was twisted, contorted, as if bone and muscle were trying to break free of her form, trying to work its way through. But what… Could I tell her what I thought she was transforming into? I still couldn’t believe it, shaking my head minutely, in close, rubbing her back, soothing her.

Yet even that let me get in even closer to her out of curiosity alone, morbid curiosity, feeling how her body pulsed and pushed out under my hand. There was something inside her, something trying to get out, but I caught her eyes widening, the surface of her eye rounding a little more to take in more light, the iris larger and the pupil even darker still. Her ears twitched and Lara gasped, though seemed very far away at that time, as her ears rounded a little, moving up the sides of her head. It was something that only someone that knew what they were looking for would see, even though it was a very slow slide, the insides hollowing, fluffy on the outside with a thicker plush of off-white fur on the inside. I heard that that was for protection, when it came to wild animals.

Animals like Ciri.

She couldn’t even stand anymore as she tipped forward onto all fours with a crash and a slam, too fragile to even hold herself up. Her shoulders hunched forward and around and her face pushed out, fading with that furry covering, though the dark spots of whiskers forming were something that I was sure that only I could see. We grabbed her, both Lara and I moving in unison, but we weren’t strong enough to keep her upright, even as we staggered to the side right along with Ciri.

“Oof!” Lara gasped, her eyes wide and wild, somehow caught up in the moment. “She’s… Ciri, she’s so heavy!”

It didn’t sound like Lara was talking either to Ciri or me, but I should have known. Lara was just as scared as I was as this big, bulky thing toppled to the ground, half-dragging us down with it.

Was it wrong to see Ciri as an “it”? I didn’t know, not really. It just was strange that her limbs seemed to stick out at odd angles, angles that both excited me and made me want to draw her back to her normal form, her usual body.

It was not for her, even as I chanced a moment to whimper and run my fingers over the back of her head. Some of her hair fell out and some seemed to retract into her skull, the richer, tan fur spreading over her and thickening up. It was not as light a coat as it had been when it had started appearing, though Ciri squirmed and wriggled as if it was itching.

I could imagine that… The itch from the spread of fur. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the feelings inside me, stirring arousal, colliding with what I knew that I should rationally have been thinking.

I shouldn’t have been as curious as I was, trying to support her but really taking the chance to grip her shoulders, or where I thought her shoulders should have been. Her shirt split across the side as Ciri heaved on all fours, chest gasping and grabbing at air, and I felt the changing muscle in her.

It was strange… My heart leapt. Her skin bubbled and moved, but it was the strange, throbbing pulse of shifting and changing muscle that caught me the eskort bursa most. Lara was busy flapping her hands around Ciri but, even then, there was a part of me that knew that there was nothing, not truly, that we could do for Ciri. The muscle pushed up against my fingers, her shirt too small for her, though I didn’t know what to do with it.

She didn’t seem to have much of a chest anymore, her bra dangling off too, though I didn’t think that Ciri really noticed that anymore. I probably would not have noticed, if it had been me transforming.

Oh, but I was still jealous of her, how she got to change… Why not me? Why not me as I stood there, helpless, a bystander?

“Ciri! Ciri, look at me!”

Lara couldn’t do anything else either and I opened and closed my mouth helplessly. It was not as if I could say or do anything against it, something out of my control. And the transformation was progressing so quickly too, a big crunch emanating from her back end as the bones of her legs shifting, realigning themselves.

A big cat… I could see it in how her face transformed, the blocky muzzle, the black spots on her snout where whiskers sprouted. Oh, I wanted to feel that tingle of them bristling forth so badly, the strain of my clothes too tight around me. And yet I could not help but be completely and utterly fascinated by all that was going on.

Who knew, after all, if it was a dream? Maybe, if it was a dream, I was just another innocent party in all that was going on…

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

But, even then, I knew that it had been because of me, because of the commission that I had asked for, even though I had not thought… Well, who could ever have thought that commissioning something like that would end up in real-life transformation.

What would Sara have thought of herself if she could see everything that was happening to her in the mirror? I couldn’t imagine her horror, the shock coursing through her. And we were still the only ones that got to see it.

Yet I got to see her nose flattening out even more into that of a big cat, Lara’s shouts dim in my ears. She had never been one for handling situations like that, though the rest of the world and the clamour dropped away as I focused on Ciri’s face. How the white whiskers, each one delicately placed, stretched out from where they took root on her muzzle, the nose stretching a little, so that the nostrils could be tugged into feline curves, hooked and more delicately placed into her snout. It was not a perfectly flat nose, not quite, but the fur was shorter and thinner on her muzzle too, her lips darkening.

I ached to run my fingers along her lips, but I did not dare, not as Ciri yowled brokenly, jaw agape… No, for there were sharp teeth in there and I didn’t dare, not with the risk that Ciri would snap her jaws shut. Her teeth looked like polymer clay, glistening with glaze, as they reshaped themselves, even the molars growing chunkier and taking up more and more space within her mouth. It was not that her face was longer, per se,

I took her hand, though her fingers were chunkier, shorter. Oh, it was wrong of me, but I had to be there, had to be close to her. Feeling her hand transform in my grasp, though it was becoming a paw, the space between the fingers — or digits — more noticeable than ever.

The nails… How they fully solidified into pointed claws was invigorating, grasping my attention completely and fully. They were so sharp, sharp enough that one pricked into my hand, though I’m sure that Ciri did not mean it. Blood trickled down but it was just a drop and I, more carefully, swapped hands so that the same would not happen again as I held her paw gently.

The toes spread out, thicker, shorter, chunkier, no semblance of fingers remaining. It had been hard to see the finer notes of the transformation with the fluff between the toes, though a feline didn’t have thick fur like a rabbit under the paws. No, they had pads and I swallowed a moan as I pressed my fingers to the pad on the underside, feeling the soft, tough firmness of them. They yielded to a light press of my fingers, but held fast, teasing with sensation. They could carry so much weight, those paws, yet I knew that the one in my hand was just the same as her hind feet too.

Wondrously, murmuring under my breath, I stroked my fingers over the top side of her paw, the fur taking on a darker brown note there, feeling the tiny bones shifting, how they filled out the new shape of her feet. There was a heel, at the back, but not like the round of a human one, just the join of the joint that allowed her to move.

Ciri yowled, staggering sideways and almost knocking me off-balance. I bit my lip, jerked back to reality. Even Lara had tears in her eyes.

“Ciri… Ciri, you’ve got to calm down, okay. Okay? Listen to the sound of my voice, I’m going to help you. Breathe… It’s all going to be okay, you’re alive, you’re well… Look, I can help you try to get the underwear off.”

That was about all the permission that, honestly, I felt that I could get from Ciri. She couldn’t talk, giving weird, raspy, broken growls, sounds that were neither human nor feline. I tried to help, for the clothes could not be comfortable, wanting to help her even though there was so little that I could do.

I tugged at the clothes, some mostly shredded, though I finally got the bra off her, the strap dangling and the other one ripped. There were no breasts left, as I had thought, gulping hard, my chest tingling.

I wanted that too… And I didn’t know how to make my peace with it happening to Ciri rather than me.

Yet the sheen in her animalistic eyes spoke of fear as her long tail lashed out, flicking at the furniture. She didn’t seem to have any control over it as it thickened into more of a long, sausage-like object, the tip rounded, but curling out and out and out and out.

I shook my head. I couldn’t watch like that, all pretending that I was there to support her, blinking into her slitted, feline eyes. But I could see then, more clearly with her clothes off, just why she didn’t need clothes anymore. Not as her hindquarters smoothed out, everything settling into place with her strong hind legs, how they could bunch and coil, ready to send her flying forward with power that I could only dream of.

Her face eased into place, bones cricking and cracking, her forehead wider than it had been, eyes gleaming, tongue flat and fluttering between the lines of sharp teeth, glistening with saliva. Unconsciously, I put my hand to my own mouth, feeling my teeth, the small, useless teeth that were nothing like the beauties that Ciri boasted.

Ciri turned her eyes on me, locking my gaze, but there was nothing accusing in there. My hand dropped to my side, not knowing what to do — only that I could not stroke her fur again, as I had before. I couldn’t let her see how much I wanted the horror that had happened to her, though it would have been better, of course, if the transformation had happened to me. Even if I had been terrified, the heat between my legs, thighs squeezed together, was not to be denied. And I hadn’t denied it in a long time.

Ciri yowled and I took a breath, though I didn’t think, quite honestly, that anyone was going to hear me, one way or the other. I spoke anyway, just for myself.

“A mountain lion, Ciri,” I said, just to confirm it all to myself, running a hand surreptitiously down her back, smoothing down her gorgeous fur in the right direction, a tiny pretence at comfort that I wanted so very terribly to be sincere in. “You’re…you’re wonderful, a gorgeous, beautiful, mountain lion.”

It was probably just as well, however, that no one heard me. Though even I could not have anticipated what a dark night that one was to take…

For the Fae were only just getting started…if the dark notion I had about it being due to my commission was true.

But I was soon to find out about that.

Continued in part four…

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[This is in the category of “Gay Male” out or deference to those fragile souls on Literotica who are threatened by any tales that involve man-on-man sex and, to avoid challenging their fragile masculinity, want those stories in the “Gay Male” category. Those looking for true gay male sex stories may be disappointed. In fact, this is a love story between a man and a woman, though it, and the subsequent chapters I’m planning, involve heated, lustful sexual encounters between two men.)

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“You want WHAT?!?!”

Lynn was more shocked than angry, I thought, but I wasn’t sure. I needed to tread lightly.

“Well, I just thought …” Then I sort of sputtered.

“You just thought it would be fun to have a three-way with your wife and some hussy. That’s what you ‘just thought’!”

“No …” But I didn’t know now to go on from there because that’s exactly what I thought. “I mean, I thought that maybe we should do something to spice up our sex life.”

“So, sex just with me isn’t good anymore.”

“That’s not what I meant.” And that was the truth. Sex with Lynn was still good, but there was no denying that we’d lost some of that sizzle that we’d had at first. Playing light bondage games and so forth had rekindled the initial excitement for a while, but then that had gotten to seem kind of old. “But you know that we’ve kind of gotten in a rut. I was just looking for something to stir things up a little to make things a bit more daring and exciting for both of us.”

Lynn paused for a moment and I entertained the thought that she was considering it. I guess she was, but her response wasn’t what I’d expected. I wasn’t sure what I expected, though. Maybe she would laugh in my face and dismiss it out of hand. That seemed likely. Maybe she would be angry and hurt for a long time and make it clear that I was never to even hint at such a thing again. That seemed even more likely. But maybe, and this is the thought that I was allowing myself to entertain…just maybe, she was considering agreeing to it. She’d once confessed that she and a college roommate had “fooled around a little.” She’d told me in a light way, indicating that she’d kind of liked it. Maybe the prospect of a threesome with an attractive woman held some interest for her. But she didn’t respond in any of those ways.

“You’re right,” she began calmly. “We have let our sex life get a little stale. Maybe we do need to make things a bit more…what did you say?…”daring and exciting.”

So far, so good. I was beginning to think this could work.

“So, let’s spice things up with a threesome.”

“Jesus Christ,” I thought, “she’s going to do it.”

“Let’s find some really attractive, sexy,”-she paused as if looking for another adjective but then went on-“guy to fill out the threesome.”

Guy?! GUY?! What the heck was she talking about? That wasn’t what I was suggesting.

“What’s the matter mister our-sex-life-has-gotten-stale-and-we-need-to-shake-it-up-a-bit? Don’t you think we need to make our sex life more daring and exciting? Didn’t you think a threesome would do that?”

“But, I wasn’t thinking …”

“I guess not,” Lynn said pleased with herself for catching me in a blatant gender inconsistency. I was a 21st Century post-patriarchal male-at least that’s how I talked. Now she’d caught me in a very hackneyed sexist position. I appeared to be saying that what’s good for the goose isn’t good for the gander.

“Well, I mean …” I was trying to recover now. “I just hadn’t thought of that.”

“So now you have,” she said looking at me intently. “What do you think of it?”

What I thought was that this was a test. I didn’t think Lynn was really interested in a threesome with another guy. What she was interested in was whether I was willing to agree to it if she was interested in that. And, maybe because I was still clinging to the hope that she might agree to my kind of threesome, I decided to say, “Well, sure, honey. If that’s something you really want.”

Okay, now I’d shown that I’d be willing to do a threesome with two men if that was what Lynn wanted-which I was sure she didn’t. She should now agree that she would do a threesome with two women if that’s what I wanted-which I did.

“Great!”

“What?!” I thought, while trying to look composed.

“I’ll find the guy and get it set up.”

She wasn’t going to go through with this. It was still a test. It was just a longer test than I’d thought it was going to be. I couldn’t say ‘no’. That would concede her point and make the prospect of my kind of threesome forever impossible. Let her test away for a while. She wouldn’t go through with it.

“Okay. That’s fine,” I said, not feeling like it was fine at all.

Over the next few weeks, I saw no steps toward the arrangement Lynn had said she’d make. She wasn’t going to do anything about it. I was feeling as if I could raise the issue again, after she’d had plenty of time to test my willingness and, when I did, she’d feel pressure to go along with my idea. After all, ataşehir escort I’d been willing to go along with hers.

“And, what if she did do it,” I thought with hubris (after I was convinced that she wouldn’t). “It could be kind of interesting.” I wasn’t worried that Lynn wanted someone else more than me. I’m not really the jealous type and Lynn didn’t do anything to provoke such feelings. “Lots of guys had fantasies of seeing their wives fuck another guy,” I thought. I’d never understood why this was true. But I had to admit that I’d had those fantasies myself. “What would it be like to watch Lynn open her thighs for another man’s cock? To watch her cum from another man’s shaft pumping her cunt?” With false bravado, I convinced myself that I could not only handle it-I would find it exciting. I imagined how hard and aggressively I’d fuck her after the other guy was finished with her. I fantasized about accosting her repeatedly for weeks after the ménage a trios, pressuring her to pleasure me with her cunt or her mouth and taunting her by saying things like, “Come on. You did it for … whatever the guy’s name was. You liked sucking on his cock (or having his cock in your cunt, or whatever I wanted then). Now you’re going to do mine.” Somehow, I imagined that I would have leverage to demand things from her that I couldn’t normally.

I thought so much along these lines that I’d almost convinced myself that I’d relish the prospect of a three-way Lynn’s way.

But when Lynn came home one Thursday and announced-casually, over dinner-that the two of us had a date with Ben on Saturday night, my confidence was shaken. It’s easy to be hypothetically brave. Courage in the face of a reality is more difficult.

What could I say, though? At the moment, I couldn’t think of anything. It crossed my mind that “Ben” might not be a real person. This might be a final test of my willingness. But something in Lynn’s look made me doubt this conjecture. Still, I didn’t have a clever response that would defuse the situation. I’d agreed, apparently sincerely, to Lynn’s proposal. I didn’t know how to back out now. I muttered something non-committal, hoping that, if this wasn’t just the last step in Lynn’s testing of me, I’d find some way to stop this from happening without losing my credibility.

By Friday night, it had become very clear to me that Ben was quite real and Lynn had every intention of going through with this. And I’d found no non-weasely way to back out of it. I felt like I was a passenger on a train that was headed for a destination I really didn’t want to visit. But I had no way to stop the train.

The discussion Friday night revolved around Ben: where she had met him; what he was like; how she had broached the topic to him. Lynn addressed this last issue lightly. “You know,” she said with a giggle, “it’s surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to a threesome with some other guy’s wife, at least once she convinces him that the other guy’s not going to go after him with a shotgun.”

Well, that comment, more than anything else, convinced me that I was not okay with this. Somehow it made me feel like this guy, Ben, was getting something for free. And that the something he was getting was mine. It was like Lynn had said, “You know, it’s surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to take something great from some sucker who’s dumb enough to give it away.”

But I’d still found no way to back out gracefully, or even ungracefully but with my integrity intact. The train was moving inexorably toward a destination I was dreading.

I didn’t sleep a whole lot that night. I tried to recover my bravado-without much success. What had happened to the “Whoa, I wouldn’t mind watching Lynn cum on another man’s cock” reaction? I wasn’t feeling it.

All day Saturday, Lynn cleaned up the house. I didn’t help. I’d begun to accept the fact that this was going to happen. But I didn’t have to be a collaborator in the preparations. I watched a football game while she worked, but I confess that I couldn’t concentrate on it-especially when Lynn was changing the sheets on our bed. (“Our bed?!” Could it ever really be OUR bed again after tonight?)

Lynn had planned for us to “get to know each other” before we got to know each other in the biblical sense. So, she’d invited Ben over for 6:00 for drinks, then dinner, and then…

The bastard wasn’t late. I guess he was eager to that take that “something great from the sucker who was dumb enough to give it away.”

Ben was a good looking guy. On the one hand, I guess that made me a little jealous. On the other, I think it would have been even worse if I’d had to watch Lynn get fucked by some repugnant creep.

I’d resolved to dislike Ben. After a few drinks and then over dinner, I found that I liked him despite my resolve. He wasn’t an asshole. He was a nice enough guy. It really seemed as if his take on this wasn’t that he was taking advantage of a sucker but that he was playing a part in a sexual fantasy that both Lynn and avcılar escort I shared. I don’t mean that he was some sort of altruist, doing both of us a favor out of the kindness of his heart. It was clear that his actions were motivated by another organ entirely. But he didn’t seem like he was exploiting either of us and he wasn’t acting like a bull who was cuckolding me.

This made it easier for me. And I realized that I would make things worse if I acted like a victimized cuckold. The best path out of this for me was to go along with grace. By the end of dinner, surprisingly, I felt better. I’d even flirted with images of Lynn sucking Ben’s cock and Ben pounding her pussy. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

My newfound comfort-or maybe it was just more false bravado-didn’t result in me being completely comfortable when dinner came to an end and Lynn said, “Why don’t we adjourn to the bedroom?” Ben got up right away. Sure, he was eager to get on with it. I got up, too. I’m sure my feelings were much more mixed than his, but I counted it as progress that my feelings were, at least, mixed now. The idea of seeing Lynn fucked by another guy did hold some attractions for me.

I offered to pour Lynn and Ben a drink, but they declined. I felt as if I needed something, though, and poured myself a Bourbon. We all headed down the hall. When we got to the bedroom, Lynn indicated that we should begin with me sitting down and watching her and Ben get the ball rolling. This actually seemed like a relief to me. I could nurse my drink and just watch. I didn’t have to be involved in any way.

Lynn stood very close to Ben, next to the bed, and he kissed her. Surprisingly, I think the kiss was especially difficult for me. Over the past week or two, I’d fantasized about Lynn taking another guy’s cock in her cunt or mouth. But I hadn’t thought about her kissing the guy. I don’t know why. I guess I should have realized that this would be part of the package. But this seemed more intimate than fucking. I was relieved when they moved on to more sexual contact.

Ben’s hands were all over Lynn. I could imagine what he was feeling-hell, I could remember how it had felt to me when I’d first felt Lynn’s gorgeous body. I knew that his heart was pounding with excitement. I couldn’t see his crotch now, but I was sure that his cock was hardening as his hands caressed Lynn’s full breasts and round ass.

When Lynn moved away from Ben slightly in order to cop her own feel, I could see the tenting in his pants. Lynn’s hand moved along the outline of a rigid cock. My own cock hardened and I felt the thrill that I’d only read about before-the thrill of seeing your wife excite, and be excited by, another man.

I don’t know whether Lynn had been looking forward eagerly to this moment. I still wondered whether this was more of a test of my willingness to have a role-reversal of what I had initially proposed. Clearly, it was a test she was willing to take all the way. But she might not really have been eager for this experience. Whether she’d been anticipating this with relish or not, she was clearly enjoying it now. I guess one thing that makes a woman feel powerful is her ability to provoke desire-lust-in a man. Lynn could see, and now feel in a very concrete way, that she had that power over Ben. I watched as her hand stroked up and down over his hard cock that was now, as a result of her manipulations, sticking straight up inside his slacks.

Lynn struggled a bit with Ben’s zipper, but finally she had it down and was fishing through his fly for his cock. While she was doing that, Ben was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out from her skirt. He found the hook and zipper of her skirt and quickly unfastened these, too. Soon Lynn was standing in only her high heels and her bra and panties, a matching set of power blue, lacey lingerie.

I think Lynn decided to give up on the idea of just fishing Ben’s cock out. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and, while Ben got his shirt off, Lynn pulled both his pants and underpants down to his ankles in one motion, sitting on the bed before him as she did this. Ben kicked off his shoes and worked his socks and pants off while Lynn stroked his cock.

Ben stood in front of Lynn, completely naked, with his dick hard and aimed right at her mouth. Lynn stroked his cock gently, looking at it closely before taking it in her mouth. “Shit,” I thought, “I should be angry, jealous, hurt or something.” But all I felt was incredible lust. I hadn’t had such an urgent hardon in years. I wrestled my cock out and began stroking it. I didn’t want to cum now. Well, I WANTED to cum a lot, but doing that now would undermine my other plans-my plans to cum hard in Lynn’s freshly fucked pussy. But I needed to feel something around my cock and it felt good to hold myself-I was so hard and hot.

Both Lynn and Ben had their eyes closed, reveling in the sensations they were feeling. I couldn’t close mine. For me, the visual sensations were the focus alanya escort of my attention. I watched Lynn’s lips stretch around Ben’s hard cock. I’d read stories where the husband now confesses that his wife’s lover’s cock was so much bigger than his-that he felt so inadequate compared to this bull that was cuckolding him. That wasn’t true here. Ben’s cock was about the same size as mine. Probably it felt about the same in Lynn’s mouth as mine did. But I think that women, no less than men, like a little “strange” from time to time. I mean, Lynn seemed remarkably into what she was doing. She was enjoying the feeling of power she held over this relative stranger as much as he was enjoying her moist lips tightly surrounding his hard shaft.

Neither Lynn nor Ben wanted this to go to a climax. They each had other plans-plans that meshed nicely with one another. Lynn pulled back and looked up at Ben. Ben pushed her down on the bed and knelt on the floor between her calves. He leaned toward her and brought his lips to her crotch. I watched as he placed his lips against the satiny blue fabric of her panties and blew his warm breath against her cunt. Lynn writhed and moaned.

Ben worked his way up Lynn’s body, kissing and licking her abdomen along the way. When his lips reached her rib cage, just below her bra, he pulled back, grabbing her hands and pulling both of them up to stand at the foot of the bed. He kissed Lynn again and, while their lips were locked and their tongues were entwined, he unfastened her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulder.

Standing back so he could get a good look at her body, Ben gazed at Lynn’s small, but full, breasts admiringly. He cupped one breast in a hand and massaged it gently. Then, moving closer to Lynn, he bent slightly and took her other breast in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the nipple, which I knew would be hardening in his mouth. Lynn had her head leaned back with her eyes closed. She had her hands on the back of Ben’s head, urging him on.

I’m not sure whether it was because Lynn exerted any pressure with her hands or not, but Ben sank slowly to his knees, which brought his mouth to the level of Lynn’s stomach. He leaned down slowly and again blew hot air against Lynn’s mound. As he did this, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly eased them down over her hips and down her thighs. His mouth went back to its target, but now there was more than hot air stimulating Lynn’s clitoris. Ben’s lips and tongue had found that tender tidbit of flesh and were having an obvious effect on it.

Lynn doesn’t shave her crotch but she has a naturally tiny and neat pubic area and her hair is extremely soft. It was clear that Ben liked what he saw…and tasted. He used his thumbs to pull her labia apart slightly to get better access to her clitoris and flicked his tongue across it with ever-quickening motions.

One of the things that amazed me when Lynn and I first began going out was how incredibly wet she got when she was excited. This chick certainly didn’t need any artificial lubricant. She would almost flow freely with sweet nectar when you licked her cunt. Ben was experiencing that now. I could see his tongue running against the slick sides of her nether lips and then back to her now hard clitoris.

Women are different from men, of course. And one of the ways they are different is that, for most of them, there’s no reason to hold back from an orgasm during what might otherwise be foreplay. I saw Lynn shudder slightly while Ben was teasing her clitoris. I knew she’d had an orgasm. Not a crashing, knee-weakening, “I have to collapse” kind of orgasm, but one of her gentle but highly pleasurable orgasms that seemed only to intensify those that were still to come.

Ben led Lyn back to the bed and laid her down gently. He lay next to her, kissing her and caressing her body eagerly with his hands. Lynn stroked his cock again, though it needed no attention from her hands to be completely rigid. Ben rolled her onto her back and Lynn lay there, legs slightly apart, inviting him to take her.

I think they were oblivious to my presence throughout this. They certainly didn’t seem to be doing anything for show. And neither one ever looked over at me-at least that I noticed. They were two lovers lost in their first sweet sexual encounter.

Ben climbed on top of Lynn and I watched as this guy I’d met only a few hours ago very gently pressed his stiff pole slowly into my wife’s hungry cunt. They looked into each other’s eyes as they both savored the sensation of him entering her millimeter by millimeter.

Lynn’s legs were bent, with her knees up on either side of Ben’s hips. I watched as his pelvis began rocking in slow, long arcs, driving his cock in and out of Lynn’s sopping pussy. From time to time, he would pull up from her so that he could watch as her breasts flowed up and down across her rib cage to the motion of his fucking.

At first, Lynn’s hands were along Ben’s sides, holding him gently, urging him on. But as Ben’s thrusting become more violent, Lyn’s hands went down to the sheets, which she grabbed tightly as her sexual tension increased. Both of them were in the throes of lust, Ben pounding relentlessly as deeply in Lynn as was physically possible and Lynn urging him to fuck her even harder.

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It was another balmy night in the Philippines and I just wanted to stay in my cottage and do nothing after a hectic day of work. Turning on the shower, I went into the bedroom and undressed completely. Completely naked now and walking back into the bathroom not worrying about what to change into after my shower, someone starts knocking on the door. Quickly grabbing a towel and tying it around my waist, I opened the door slightly when I saw that it was a group of Filipino workers sent to repair and service the air conditioners I was complaining about.

Because they were eight of them standing there with parts and supplies and I not knowing if they would be back, I opened the door for them to come in. Closing the door behind me, I could tell it was going to be some time before they would be finished. As I walked by the bedroom door to turn off the shower, I could see my clothes still on the bedroom floor. Do I draw everybody’s attention to the fact I am naked under the towel or just go about my business until they leave?

Thinking the latter, I went back into the living room. As one of the workers had an air conditioner half way out of the wall, I could see he was having trouble. Offering to hold the machine while he tightened this bolt and that bolt, I didn’t realize how heavy the machine was until he let go and I was holding it by myself. If I let go, the machine would fall. The other guys just seemed to be standing around where l was holding the air conditioner. The longer this went on, the more suspicious I got of these guys. Sometime during my holding the machine, it donned on me that here I was holding this air conditioner naked except a towel wrapped around my waist and these guys had to know it.

I could feel the towel slowly loosening. Not knowing what to do, and knowing I couldn’t just drop the air conditioner, I continued to stand still. Even standing still, I could feel the towel continue to loosen around my waist. I slowly looked around the living room and the eight guys were pretty much focused in my direction. I tried to ignore the group of guys hoping they would go back to work. Feeling the towel loosening more, I knew it would only be a matter of time before the towel would fall off. My next thought even surprised me.

I wanted the towel to fall off! It would look like an accident. But in my mind, I wanted the towel to fall off leaving me completely naked in front of these eight Filipinos. Setting my plan into action, I made several quick moves as though I was adjusting to the weight of the air conditioner and as I had hoped, the towel loosened up completely and fell to the floor – exposing me completely naked in front of the guys. None of them made an effort to pick up the towel. Although I knew the guys were checking out my body, there was nothing I could do to stop them.

After mecidiyeköy escort all, is this what I wanted to happen? In order to make it look like an accident, I asked one of them to pick up the towel for me. I would slowly turn my waist so my cock would sway from side to side and each time I would see their interest grow. Having trimmed my pubic hair only days before, I knew they could see everything pretty good. It was then that I came up with the idea of making a deal so good for them that they would go along with it not knowing I planned it. To them it appeared I had no choice. Offering to pose in my jockstrap for these guys later that night if they would allow me to get dressed now, there was no response. Seeing that this idea was going nowhere, I finally offered to let them come back later in the evening at which time I would pose naked for them. The guys finally took hold of the air conditioner and let me get dressed after I had agreed to let them come back later that night and take photos of me in the nude.

At the agreed upon time later that night, all eight Filipinos arrived at my cottage. Having second thoughts, I told the guys I didn’t think I could go through with the arrangement. Seeing that I was trying to get out of the earlier promise, I was told if I didn’t pose for their cameras, they would make up stories about me and make it difficult to remain in my job. Knowing I had no choice now, I was being blackmailed into humiliating myself in front of eight strangers. Going into the bedroom and closing the door behind me, I couldn’t believe I was really going through with this. Trying not to think about what I was doing, I slowly undressed till I was totally naked. Opening the bedroom door, I walked into the living room where the guys were waiting for me. I felt like I was going to faint. I walked around till I was standing in the middle of living room and then turned around facing all the guys. Nobody said a word – it was an awkward moment for me.

As I looked around, I could see their eyes traveling all over my body. The more I stood there, and the more these guys stared at my nude body, the more uncomfortable I got. They had me move around so they could take frontal pictures, side views, and standing with my back to them. They had me posing nude laying on my back with my knees bent and feet on the floor, they had me laying on my side, they had me laying on my stomach. Standing back up, one of the guys stripped down to just his thong. He stood next to me and had someone take pictures. Three more guys joined him beside me in just their thongs and lots of photos were being taken of us.

Not trying to be obvious, my curiosity got the better of me and I snuck looks at the guys in their tight thongs. They were all in good shape mostly from all the manual labor. pendik escort Their ages ranged in the twenties and thirties. From the bulge between each guy’s legs, I could tell they were well endowed. One of the guys taking pictures had the idea of me lying down at their feet. With the prompting of all of them, I laid down at their feet facing the camera as though they had just captured an animal. Flashes were going off from different angles. As one of the guys standing above me yelled out “how about one like this”, the guy quickly pulled off his thong and was now standing above me naked. As I looked up, I could see his cock hanging between his legs supported by huge testicles. Even soft, his cock was several inches longer than mine when hard. Within a few seconds, the other three pulled off their thongs and were now standing above me nude. Looking at each one, I felt my cock harden to its full 6 inches. They couldn’t help but notice my reaction to their nudity. As the four of them stood naked over me, I was instructed to get on my knees. As I did so, they moved around me so one was on each side of me and two were behind me. Many pictures were taken of this pose.

During the photo shooting, I had the opportunity of sneaking peeks at the muscular guys at my sides. As I saw each guy’s cock hanging between his legs, my erection was stirring. Somewhere along the line, they had gotten me to put my arms around each of their waists and pulled them in tighter to me. In this position, their cocks were only inches from my face. I could see their cocks growing in length and thickness – the older guy’s cock had to be at least 11 inches long and 4 inches thick while the younger guy had to be 10 inches long, 5 inches thick, and wide knob. It was at this point that I didn’t know if there was any turning back from what must be on their minds.

With them having their hardened cocks only inches from my mouth, I could imagine what was going through their minds. One of the guys standing behind me was now standing directly in front of me with his cock pointing at my mouth. I could see the guy move his hips toward me. It was at this moment that I felt the tip of his cock touch my lips and I knew then that I was about to suck my first cock. With his continued pushing the head of his cock on my lips, I opened my mouth allowing him to slide his thick eight inches into my mouth. I could feel the knob of his cock touch the back of my throat. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth until just the knob was in my lips and pushed his hips forward again so the knob of his cock was in the entrance of my throat. As the night wore on, I gave each of the eight guys repeated blowjobs swallowing their loads down my throat. One of them just put on his thong briefs and said he was going to spend the night.

After the sancaktepe escort other left and as I was about to put my clothes on, the guy staying with me told me to remain naked. As I walked around nude, the guy just sat on the couch watching me. Looking down once in a while, I could see his cock was starting to harden again. Now it was my turn to tease him. Each time I had the chance, I made sure he got a good look at anything he wanted. I passed in front of him on purpose to give him plenty of views. I even made it a point to bend over in front of him a few times so he could see my ass cheeks separating. As I was bent over in front of him, I knew his eyes were locked on my ass and my testicles hanging between my legs. Standing back up, I saw his thong he was wearing all of a sudden being tossed at my feet. He was now nude also.

As I turned to face him, I could see his huge brown cock sticking straight up from his crotch. His balls were now drawn up tight. As he instructed me to get on my knees, I took hold of his cock and started jacking him off until he started moaning. His cock was now twelve inches long and thick as a baseball bat. The knob of his cock had to be at least four inches round. Licking my lips, I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and slowly worked my lips over the smooth knob until I could swallow his thick shaft. Letting him fuck my mouth, his cock seemed to be getting thicker. Before he shooting his load, he had me stop and stand up and turn around so my ass was facing him. As he pulled me down on his lap, he took hold of his immense cock and aimed the head at my rectum.

As I came down on his lap, the entrance to my ass came in contact with the head of his cock. Because his cock was wet with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum, the head of his cock finally popped into my rectum as I was forcing my hips down. I now wanted to take this guy’s huge pulsing cock in my ass. As I was pushing myself down on his lap, I could feel his thick shaft sliding in between my virgin ass muscles until I felt the head of his cock hit my stomach wall. I was completely full of his cock and still I was not sitting completely on his lap.

Now lifting and going back down on his slick twelve inches, I gently rolled his testicles in my fingers hoping to get him to empty his load into my ass. It didn’t take long before I felt his warm juice spurting against the inside lining of my stomach. Now satisfied and completely drained, he insisted I clean him off with my tongue. Knowing I didn’t have a choice, I slowly stood up feeling his still throbbing cock sliding out of my ass followed by globs of his semen. As he got dressed, he told me he was bringing four of his black friends over next week so I could do them and that I would need a large supply of condoms. Pulling out his wallet, he threw five dollars at me for my services. After he left, I laid there naked on the carpet still with the taste of his cum on my lips and a warm burning sensation in my stomach. Rolling over, I fell asleep where he left me.

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Es war bereits fast drei Monate her, seitdem ich Sex mit meiner Mutter hatte. Ich musste ständig daran denken, wie sie gefesselt auf dem Bett lag und wie ich meinen harten Schwanz in ihre Muschi steckte. Es war einfach unglaublich. Kein Porno gab mir das, was ich an jenem Abend hatte. Mir einen runterzuholen wurde plötzlich langweilig. Ich schaute keine normalen Pornos mehr — es mussten Pornos sein mit älteren Frauen und jüngeren Kerlen. Inzest und Möchtegerninzest Pornos. Es verging kein Tag, an dem ich nicht an meine Mutter oder an ihre geile Fotze dachte. Es war eine sehr harte Zeit für mich. Vor allem dann wenn ich wusste, dass meine Eltern gerade Sex hatten. Es war vielleicht fies, aber ich hoffte jedes Mal, dass mein Vater wieder umkippt. Seine Anfälle wurden nicht weniger und es mag schon vorgekommen sein, dass er beim Sex umkippte, aber eben nicht, als er sich ein Glas Orangensaft holen wollte während meine Mutter ans Bett gefesselt war. Das war wohl der Jackpot, den ich wohl nie wieder bekommen würde.

Dachte ich. Ich irrte mich. Eines Nachts saß ich auf dem Bett, an der Wand zum Schlafzimmer meiner Eltern gelehnt und hörte meine Mutter stöhnen. Sie hatten Sex und die Wände waren dünn. Ich holte mir zum Klang ihres Gestöhne einen runter. Leider wurde dieses sexy Geräusch vom Grölen meines Vaters gestört. Doch dann hörte ich etwas ausgerechnet von meinem Vater, das mir eine noch fettere Latte bescherte: „Ich geh kurz was trinken”

Dieser Satz war Musik in meinen Ohren. Es war wie beim letzten Mal… Ich schwöre euch, ich betete zu Gott, dass er ihn ohnmächtig machen sollte und das obwohl ich Atheist bin!

Ich öffnete vorsichtig meine Tür und horchte. Ich hörte meinen Vater den Kühlschrank aufmachen. Dann folgte das Geräusch von einer Flüssigkeit, die in ein Glas gekippt wurde. Orangensaft eventuell? Doch dann machte mein Herz einen Sprung, als ich dieses Glas zerbrechen hörte. Sofort schlich ich mich aus dem Zimmer und ging in die Küche, um meinen Vater am Boden vorzufinden. Ihm ging es gut. Er war nur wieder weggetreten. Ich stellte mich vor die Tür und wartete. Meine Mutter muss ihn gehört haben. Das bedeutete, dass sie sich nun wieder anzog, um nach ihm zu sehen. Und sollte sie länger als einige Minuten brauchen, wusste ich, dass sie wieder ans Bett gefesselt war!

Ich wartete ungeduldig und beobachtete die Uhr über der Tür. Mein Blick folgte dem Sekundenzeiger bei jedem Tick. Ich machte mir selbst eine Zeit von fünf Minuten aus — es waren die längsten fünf Minuten meines Lebens. Als der Sekundenzeiger zum fünften Mal die 12 schlug, ging ich los. Ich blieb vor der Tür des Schlafzimmers stehen und horchte.

Ich drückte sie ganz vorsichtig auf und trat herein.

„Tommy?” hörte ich die Stimme meiner Mutter entsetzt rufen. Ich schaute sofort auf das Bett. Meine Mutter lag breitbeinig mitten auf dem Bett, gefesselt an den Händen, den Knien und den Füßen. Doch im Gegensatz zum letzten Mal lag sie auf dem Rücken und hatte keine Augenbinde.

Ich konnte meine Augen nicht von ihr lassen. Ihre geöffnete Muschi, die geradezu einladen aussah, ihre zarten aufgerichteten Nippel und dieser verärgerte Blick gemischt mit Scham. Ich spürte meinen Schwanz in meiner Hose pochen.

„Was machst du hier?!” rief sie. „Geh raus! Schnell!”

Doch ich bewegte mich kein Stück. Ich wusste nicht, was ich tun sollte. Damit hatte ich nicht gerechnet. Ich dachte es würde sein wie letztes Mal. Ich stand sprachlos in der Tür, als meine Mutter immer wieder schrie: „Geh raus!”

Ihr kamen fast die Tränen, als ich mich nicht bewegte und sie so sah. Ihr war das deutlich unangenehm so von ihrem eigenen Sohn gesehen zu werden. Ihr Kopf wurde Ankara escort knallrot.

„Bitte!” schrie sie. „Geh raus!”

Als ich realisierte, dass mein Zögern die ganze Situation nur noch schlimmer machte, wusste ich auch, dass es zu spät war, um einfach zu gehen und die ganze Sache zu vergessen. Ein sehr sehr peinliches Gespräch würde auf mich warten.

Meine Vernunft sagte mir: Geh jetzt. Du hattest Pech dieses Mal. Sie hat dich gesehen. Aber etwas in mir widersprach. Ich sah diese Muschi und erinnerte mich daran wie gut sie sich anfühlte. Ich wusste, dass ich sonst nie wieder die Chance hätte das Gleiche zu erleben.

Ich führte einen innerlichen Kampf. Sollte ich es tun oder nicht? Aber wie ich merkte, kannte mein Körper den Ausgang dieser Schlacht, denn ich ging ganz langsam auf sie zu.

„Tommy? Was machst du? Was hast du vor?”

Total verzweifelt rekelte sie sich hin und her, aussichtslos, da sie fest gefesselt war.

Ich setzte mich mit den Knien auf das Bett und fasste an ihren Oberschenkel.

Meine Mutter zuckte kurz.

„Tommy? Bist du wahnsinnig!?” rief sie.

Ich streichelte sinnlich ihren Oberschenkel und beobachtete ihre Muschi. Es gab kein Zurück. Ich musste es tun, dachte ich.

Ich führte meine Finger von ihren Oberschenkel hoch bis kurz vor ihre Schamlippen.

„Tommy!” rief sie nun wütend. „Ich bin deine Mutter!”

Ich streichelte weiter und berührte ihre Schamlippen.

„Ich bin deine Mutter” wiederholte sie.

Doch das hatte einen gegenteiligen Effekt. Es hinderte mich nicht daran, es zu tun, sondern ermutigte mich. Ich beugte mich vor zu den Schamlippen meiner Mutter und küsste sie.

„TOMMY!” schrie sie nun deutlich lauter. „Das darfst du nicht!” rief sie verzweifelt. „Was zum Teufel ist in dich gefahren!?”

Ich leckte ganz zärtlich mit meiner Zunge ihre Muschi. Ich führte sie zwischen ihren Schamlippen hoch und runter. Ich berührte kurz den Kitzler und steckte beim herunterführen, meine Zunge tiefer in ihre Muschi.

„Tommy! Hör sofort auf! Ich will das nicht! Du bist mein Sohn!”

Doch alles, was ich hörte war: „Mach es deiner Mutter! Leck Mamis Muschi!”

Ich umkreiste mit meiner Zunge ihren Kitzler und erhöhte Druck und Geschwindigkeit.

„Bitte bitte hör auf! Ich tu alles was du willst, aber hör damit auf!”

Ich hörte eine Erregung in ihrer Stimme. Sie atmete schwerer. Vielleicht war es durch ihr Herumschreien, durch ihre Angst. Oder war es vielleicht, weil es sie erregte?

„Bitte Tommy!” rief sie, beinahe stöhnend. „Das dürfen Mutter und Sohn nicht!”

Ich hörte aber mehr auf die Sprache ihres Körpers, als auf die Sprache, die aus ihrem Mund kam. Und dieser sprach ganz eindeutig: Mach weiter.

Ich leckte noch kurz ihre Spalte und führte dann meinen Zeigefinger in ihre feuchte Muschi ein.

„Aaaaaaaah” stöhnte sie. „Bitte nicht! Bitte bitte nicht!” bat sie mich. „Nicht den Finger. Nimm ihn wieder raus, ich bitte dich, Tommy!”

Sie tat so als wollte sie es nicht, aber ihre Hüften sprachen eine klare Sprache. Sie hob ihr Becken, sodass mein Finger tiefer hinein glitt. Ich gab alles. Ich leckte sie schnell und fickte sie mit meinem Finger hart. „Bitte….” Stöhnte sie. „Hör sofort auf…”

Ich nahm kurz meinen Zeigefinger aus ihr heraus und stoppte mit dem Lecken. Meine Mutter atmete durch. Doch dann steckte ich ihr meinen Zeige- und Mittelfinger in ihre Muschi und leckte sie umso härter.

Sie konnte nicht anders als zu stöhnen. „Bitte Schatz, hör auf bitte auf.”

Doch ihr Stöhnen mit diesen Worten hörte sich an wie jemand der lachend sagt er sei traurig.

Ich Escort Ankara steigerte mein Tempo und meine Mutter sagte immer weniger. Sie stöhnte nun mehr als sie redete, bis sie plötzlich für einen Moment komplett erstarrte. Ich leckte aber fleißig weiter.

„AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” stöhnte sie einmal ganz laut und versuchte sich aus meinen Fängen zu befreien. Meine Mutter kam.

„Bitte” stöhnte sie. „ich kann nicht mehr!”

Ich stoppte. Meine Mutter atmete schwer und war total errötet. Nicht nur ihr Gesicht war rot, sondern ihr gesamtes Dekolleté. Ihre Nippel sahen steinhart aus und ich beugte mich über sie.

„Bitte…” stöhnte sie mit geschlossenen Augen. Ich schaute ihre Nippel aus der Nähe an und konnte gar nicht anders, als einen in den Mund zu nehmen und kräftig daran zu saugen.

„aaaah…” stöhnte meine Mutter wieder, als ihr Sohn über ihr lag und an ihrer Titte nuckelte.

„Bitte Tommy… hör auf… Ich bin deine Mutter…”

Ich lutschte abwechselnd an ihren geilen Nippeln, als ich es nicht mehr aushielt. Auf einer Skala für Erregung zwischen 1 und 10 war ich eine 32! Ich stand auf und stellte mich vor das Bett. Ich zog langsam meine Hose aus.

Meine Mutter sah mich direkt an und ich erkannte ein erschrockenes Gesicht. „Nein…” stöhnte sie, als sie nicht glauben konnte, dass ich mich tatsächlich vor meiner Mutter entblößte.

Als meine Boxershorts den Boden erreichten starrte meine Mutter direkt auf meine steinharte Latte.

Sie schüttelte voller Entsetzen und Furcht ihren Kopf. „Nein, Tommy, das darfst du nicht. Das kannst du nicht tun. Ich bin deine Mutter.”

Doch ich nahm meinen Schwanz in die Hand, rubbelte ihn vor und zurück und ging, meiner Mutter ins Gesicht starrend, auf sie zu.

Ich ging mit den Knien auf das Bett und blieb direkt vor ihr stehen. Ich führte meinen Schwanz zu ihrer Muschi.

Sie hob ihren Kopf um es genau zu sehen. Sie sah wie ihr eigener Sohn seine Eichel an ihren Schamlippen rieb. „Bitte Tommy! Ich bin deine Mutter. Mach das nicht. Das ist soo falsch!”

Ich spürte ihre weichen Schamlippen um meine Eichel und rieb sie an ihrem Kitzler. Es fühlte sich sooo gut an.

„Tommy, sieh bitte her” rief sie verzweifelt. „Das willst du nicht tun, vertraue mir. Du willst doch nicht deine eigene Mutter…”

Und während sie mir in die Augen schaute, drückte ich meinen Schwanz in ihre feuchte Fotze.

„AAaaaaah” stöhnte sie. „Oh Gott, oh Gott, oh Gott, oh Gott!”

Ich drang einmal tief in sie hinein und pausierte.

„Bitte Tommy, das dürfen wir nicht” bettelte sie.

Ich zog meinen Schwanz wieder heraus und drückte ihn wieder rein.

„Aaaah” stöhnte meine Mutter voller Genuss.

„Du willst es nicht?” sprach ich das erste Mal zu ihr, als ich ihr wieder einen festen Stoß gab.

„Oh Gott nein!” rief sie stöhnend.

„Es gefällt dir also nicht?” fragte ich mit einem leicht aggressiven Ton und gab ihr wieder einen festen Stoß.

„…nein…” stöhnte sie. Ich glaubte ihr nicht.

„Soll ich aufhören?” fragte ich und drückte ihr meinen Schwanz so tief es ging in ihre Muschi und hielt inne.

„Ja, bitte” stöhnte sie.

Sofort zog ich meinen Schwanz aus der Muschi meiner Mutter und stieg vom Bett.

Ich sah von der Seite den verwirrten Gesichtsausdruck meiner Mutter. „Du hörst auf?” fragte sie verwundert.

„Wolltest du doch” antwortete ich ihr, als ich langsam zur Tür ging. Sie schwieg. Als ich dabei war die Tür zu öffnen, murmelte sie etwas.

„Wie bitte?” fragte ich.

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Ich konnte mir mein Grinsen nicht verkneifen. Ich hatte sie genau dort wo ich sie haben wollte.

Ich ging wieder auf sie zu.

„Ich denke, du wolltest das nicht. Ich dachte, es wäre ganz schlimm.”

„Jetzt hast du sowieso schon angefangen. Schlimmer kann es nicht werden. Also tu, was du tun musst” sie drehte ihren Kopf weg.

Ich setzte mich zu ihr ans Bett und flüsterte ihr ins Ohr:

„Weißt du was ich glaube? Ich glaube du findest es geil von deinem Sohn gefickt zu werden. Ich glaube, dass du jetzt unbedingt willst, dass ich dich ficke.”

Sie riss die Augen vor Schreck auf.

„Aber weißt du was? Ich werde dich nicht ficken, ehe du es nicht zu gibst.”

Meine Mutter schaute mir direkt in die Augen und sagte wütend: „Da gibt es nichts zuzugeben.”

Ich lächelte ihr ins Gesicht und antwortete: „Na gut. Dann kann ich ja gehen.”

Ich stand wieder einmal auf und ging zur Tür. Und wieder, als ich dabei war die Tür zu öffnen, sprach sie: „Okay.”

„Okay was?” fragte ich sie, als sie vor lauter Scham nicht in mein Gesicht gucken konnte.

„Ich geb es zu.”

„Du gibst was zu?” fragte ich aus Trotz noch einmal.

„Dass ich es geil finde…”

Ich kam ihr näher. „Dass du was geil findest?”

Sie schaute mich plötzlich wieder an und antwortete wütend: „Dass ich geil finde, wenn du mich fickst. Zufrieden? Machst du jetzt endlich weiter?”

Ich ging wieder auf sie zu und führte meinen harten Schwanz zu ihren Schamlippen.

„Ich will, dass du darum bettelst” sprach ich. „Ich will, dass du wie vorhin bettelst. Nur diesmal, dass ich dich unbedingt ficken soll. Sag: “

Meine Mutter schaute mich wütend an. Ich sah in ihrem Blick, wie sie darüber nachdachte ob sie es wirklich sagen sollte.

„Bitte, bitte…” stöhnte sie. „Fick deine Mutter. Besorg es Mami richtig. Fick mich hart.”

„Aber nur, weil du bitte gesagt hast” lächelte ich und drückte ihr meinen Schwanz ganz tief in ihre Fotze und begann sie richtig zu ficken. Meine Mutter stöhnte nun lauter und freier als vorher. Statt „nein” rief sie „Oh jaaaa” und statt „bitte nicht” rief sie nun „bitte nicht aufhören”

Ich fickte meine Mutter wild. Es war Schwerstarbeit nicht sofort in ihr abzuspritzen. Ich gab ihr feste schnelle Stöße. Ich rammelte wie ein Karnickel. Auch wenn ich ahnte, dass es nicht lange dauern würde, bis ich wieder mit ihr Sex haben würde, wollte ich es auskosten. Ich wollte so lange aushalten wie möglich.

„Gefällt dir das, Mama?” rief ich. „Gefällt es dir, von deinem eigenen Sohn hart gefickt zu werden?”

„Oh jaa” stöhnte sie. „Mami liebt deinen großen Schwanz!”

Das machte mich tierisch an. Und sie hörte nicht auf: „Fick Mamis Muschi richtig hart und zeig deiner Mutter, dass sie außer dir niemanden mehr braucht!”

„Oh Mama” stöhnte ich. „ich liebe deine mütterliche Fotze!”

„Komm zu mir rüber und lutsch an Mamis Titten!”

Ich beugte mich sofort über sie und lutschte an ihren geilen harten Nippeln, während ich es ihr mit weiteren Stößen hart besorgte.

„Oh ja,” stöhnte sie. „Fick Mami, mein kleiner Junge!”

Als ich wieder hoch kam, sah ich ein entsetztes Gesicht. Meine Mutter rührte sich nicht mehr, als ich plötzlich kommen musste.

„Oh Ja!” rief ich. „Dein Sohn spritzt jetzt ne volle Ladung in deine geile Muschi!”

Doch meine Mutter rührte sich nicht. Sie schien durch mich durchzusehen. Ich spritzte ab und zog meinen Schwanz aus der feuchten, vollgewichsten Muschi meiner Mutter.

„Was ist?” fragte ich sie, als sie zum anderen Ende des Zimmers starrte.

„Kann mir mal einer sagen, was zur Hölle hier eigentlich los ist?” hörte ich plötzlich die wütende Stimme meines Vaters. Ich drehte mich augenblicklich um und sah ihn in der Tür stehen. Er schaute wütend auf mich und auf meine Mutter, aus dessen Fotze gerade mein Sperma lief.

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After going threw Lisa’s schedule I became increasingly curious about her work life. I asked her questions often about her day but always got vague answers. There was just too much temptation at her office being around Horses giant cock all day. I knew I needed to keep tabs on them.

Our home life was great except it was obvious she had Horses massive dick on the brain. We got in the habit of watching porn together during our marathon 69 sessions. She always complained about the dick size in the videos. “Can you find one where the guy is more hung?” “That one is barely 10 inches.” “Are there any bigger?” She would ask.

I found myself searching things like “Biggest dick in porn.” or “enormous cock, tiny blonde chick with big tits.” It was a challenge to find the type of video she wanted unless we pulled up Horses only fans. “Is there any video where the boyfriend is watching her get destroyed by that biggie?” She asked.

“You mean like cuckold porn?” I asked.

“What is a cuckold?” She asked as she played with my tiny dick.

“Its a boyfriend that likes to watch his girlfriend get fucked by a bigger dick.” I told her shocked she was unaware.

“Yes! Oh my god that’s so hot lets watch videos like that.” She squealed as her pussy began to drool in my face.

“What a surprise.” I said with a chuckle and an eye roll.

Still Lisa kept complaining the dicks in the videos weren’t big enough. “Man I wish Horse would make videos like this.” She said as we watched a hot wife blowing a 12 inch cock while her boyfriend ate her out in a chastity cage. Lisa became hooked on cuckold porn before long which furthered my paranoia about her working environment. I found myself trying to pop in at her work more often and it did nothing to comfort my jealousy. Every time I found them in a somewhat inappropriate situation.

One time I came in and found Lisa shaving his balls. Lisa was nude and her Horse was rock hard and Lisa’s explanation was that grooming was part of her duties and she didnt want to get shaving cream on her dress. Another time I found her blowing him in his car and she said they got fast food and spilled ketchup on his dick and she was just licking it off.

Yet another time I witnessed her sitting on his lap naked during one of there meetings she was cross-eyed and drooling and I realized his dick was in her. Her explanation for that one was it was casual Friday and his boner was unprofessional so she hid it for him. Casual Friday meant naked to Lisa yet everyone else was dressed.

Then there was the company Halloween party. Lisa and Horse decided to do a couples costume. Horse dressed as a kangaroo and Lisa was his Joey. Lisa was strapped to his chest naked with nothing but body paint to make her look like a baby kangaroo and inside his pouch with her legs hanging out over the fabric. Yet the whole time his dick was buried balls deep inside her and she was cross eyed and drooling and squirting threw out the whole party. She couldn’t even talk to anyone because she was too busy cumming on his mammoth monster cock.

Then they had the company Christmas party and they couldn’t decide which one would dress up as Santa. They decided to both be Santa so he wore a Santa suit and she was strapped to his chest again and was his belly, only her face was visible above the costume coat and she had on stupid elf hat and ears. Once again she spend the whole night impaled on his cock and squirting all over the floor. Everyone kept making fun of how many times she soaked the sprayed girl cum everywhere. Man did those pictures go viral.

I was starting to suspect that these costumes were just an excuse for her to spend the night stuffed with all of his giant cockaconda when they decided to have a Memorial day party and yet again she was strapped to his chest impaled on his cock dressed in red white and blue. Everyone kept complimenting Horse on his costume as Lisa rocked her hips on his mega cock legs spread wide completely naked. The only thing she had on for a costume was she had on some red white and blue glitter body paint on her huge bouncing boobs and over stuffed belly bulge.

When they proposed another couples costume for July 4th I finally put my foot down and said no more costumes involving her on his massive mammoth megacock. Lisa was really sad that she couldn’t do the couples costumes anymore so I made a compromise that they were allowed to cuddle and make out and do some light petting at our house again. I figured they did more than that at work at least at our house I could keep an eye on them. They had a tendency to push the envelope even still.

There was one night they were hanging out at our house. I had to work late because Ned and his buddies decided to gangbang me after hours which left Lisa alone with Horse longer than I was comfortable with. I came home to Lisa naked on the couch with Horse massaging her back. Horses enormous cock was out and she was laying on top of the purple throbbing member. Bayan Escort I never got used to seeing that fat 23 inch thing with dozens of 1 inch metal balls inserted along its colossal length but seeing my girlfriend naked with her friend Horse had become something I expected.

“Hey honey, How was work, Horse is just giving me a massage to thank me for all my hard work at the office.” She said as he reached around her and squeezed her huge J cups.

“It was good, I had Loads of work to do.” I said flashing back to the 7 men jerking off with their dicks pointed at my face.

“Well I’m glad you’re home honey, she said wiggling her naked ass against Horses crotch and sliding her sopping pussy lips along the base of his monster dick.

“Is this massage going to be much longer?” I wondered out loud.

“No he already did me from the other side. The front takes MUCH longer especially my inner upper thigh area, That always needs ALOT of loosening up, It can be your turn soon Honey.” Lisa said as she stroked the head of the massive dick that was poking out from between her tits. “You just need to lay on his massive monster donkey kong dong or it gets in the way, but he is soooo good at it baby.” She said as she twerked and bounced her booty for Horses eyes and hands.

As much as I had reservations about the idea before I could put much thought in it I was laying naked on the couch. Lisa was laying at my head with her legs spread which put her gushing greedy pussy right in front of my face. Horse busied himself rubbing oil on his hands as I felt my rock hard dick twitching against the couch cushions.

“You’re going to love this baby, Horse daddy massaged me Sooo good for Soooooo long can you lick my pussy baby?” She said pushing my face hard against her sopping wet lips. By the time Horse was in position to massage me Lisa was humping my face hard. She gripped the back of my head and was grinding her pussy hard up and down my face. There was so much fluid all I could do was inhale a mix of air and her gushing pussy juice with every breath.

Below me I felt Horse shoving his massive cock underneath me. I couldn’t aid to lift up my mid section to allow further travel of the huge dick because Lisa was so busy using my face like a fuck toy. “Well that’s not going to work.” Horse said as he pulled that huge slab of pork loin out from underneath me and slammed it with a heavy thud down onto my back. The weight of the rock hard throbbing cock was astonishing as it rested from between my bubble butt cheeks to between my shoulder blades.

I felt my asshole winking as my little diclet lurched as Horse planted his big mitts on my bubble butt cheeks. Lisa was literally grinding my face up and down her squirting pussy but all I could focus on was Horses warm hands pawing at my booty. His thumbs came inches from my asshole which caused my little dick to start shooting. He heaved his huge monster dong off to the side and started massaging my upper thigh beside my balls which caused my dicky to squirt harder. Then he moved his monster dick to the other side and massaged the other side of my inner thigh.

“Man this huge cock does get in the way sometimes, I think ill just have to shove it up here.” He said as he pulled it back and pressed his giant head against my asshole. My eyes went wide as I felt a panicked shiver up my spine. There was no way such a giant cock would fit inside me. I pushed off the couch to stop this crazy idea. I couldn’t free my head from Lisa’s hard grip as she suffocated me with her pussy grinding on my face. I tried to scream stop but it was muffled under the intense squirting face fuck.

Then I felt the massive dick start to push inside me. I inhaled deep and couldn’t breath as I froze while the huge cock drove into me. It felt endless as the massive fat inches plowed into me. It was already stretching me to my limit when I felt the first ring of metal balls insert into me. I couldn’t handle it I screamed under my girlfriends squirting face fuck. I struggled but couldn’t escape her grip as the intense pain of endless inches stuffed into me. I felt my belly bulging beneath me as i felt my body being lifted off the couch by my distended belly bulge.

It hurt so bad and I felt like I was bursting at the seems but the infinite dick continued deeper and deeper. My brain went completely blank and I felt frozen in place wondering if the dick was going to ever end or if it was going to come out the other side of me. The pressure was so intense finally the dick bottomed out and me but I still could not exhale. I was afraid to move for fear of pain from the deep impalement of such a enormous volume of monster cock threatening to break me.

“There we go much better.” Horse said as I felt my body struggling to adjust to this unspeakable size inside me. “Lets get started.” He said as he reached back to retrieve the oil. As he did his huge monster megaladon cock withdrew several inches from me. I felt Escort lightning shooting from my butthole to my brain as the dick moved inside me. I opened my eyes even wider and let out another muffled scream as Lisa squirted down my throat and kept humping my face. Then he leaned forward again and once again impaled me again causing me to let out a deep scream into Lisa’s pussy and my balls emptied into the couch as my dick squirted uncontrollably. I began to stop struggling to escape as my asshole finally began to accept the 23 inches of heft buried inside me.

“Ohhh Daddy, can you fuck me.. I mean massage me like that? Ohhhh!” Lisa said while she humped my face so hard it made my eyes water.

“Don’t be a greedy slut, Its Sammy’s turn, Ill fuck you, I mean massage you later, plus I already said you can be the stand in for rehearsal tomorrow.” Horse said, Though I didnt fully understand I’m sure it was inappropriate.

“Oh daddy, That’s such a big dick, What a whopping dick, Its completely inside him, I’m so jealous of Sammy, I wish it was inside me right now.” Lisa said as she squirted up my nose and in my eyes.

Horse started massaging me which allowed my body to relax some. Despite my relaxing every twitch of his cock made my whole body tense up from being so stretched around the giant behemoth inside me. Nevertheless anytime his fingers touched my bubble butt I would involuntarily cum. My dick was painfully hard and seemed to shoot every couple minutes. At one point he slightly adjusted which amounted to pulling out a couple inches then pressing back in. When he did I squirted thick heavy ropes and had such an intense orgasm that the pain began to subside.

I got lost in the sensations. Any twitch of the cock impaled inside me caused my poor tiny little baby dick to pull cum from deep inside my balls. Horse began to work his way up my back and started to rock his hips with each massaging motion. Then he started doing long slow strokes up my back and as he did he started doing at least 15 inch strokes in and out of my poor asshole. Every time he slowly bottomed out in my butt I squirted. Every time he slowly bottomed out in me I felt myself being lifted off the couch several inches suspended only by my knees, elbows and obscene bulging belly. I even managed to take a glance down despite Lisa using my face as a dildo and saw first hand the monster cock outline inside my belly metal balls and all I came intensely at the site of it.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of panic, despite my little dick clearly enjoying the assault as evidence by the pool of cum forming below me. Every effort to cry out or yelp for help was stifled by my girlfriend sliding her pussy up and down my face as hard as she could. She was continuously squirting and breathing was a challenge let alone screaming. I flexed my legs and butt as Horse rearranged my ass hole with all of his dick. I was terrified with every inch of movement I feared one fast stroke might kill me. A mix of pain and pleasure like id never experienced I was shocked Lisa could take all this dick it didnt seem possible.

Then Horse leaned forward and started doing my shoulders as he did he reached what felt like new depths inside me. My poor little dick was letting out a continuous spray like a faucet had been turned on. I was preying that he would pull out just an inch to end the endless painful orgasm. I could not believe one orgasm could last so long. My dicky stung so bad as it struggled to void any remaining cum from deep in my balls. My asshole felt ready to give up from being too over stuffed. My stomach felt bloated from having to accommodate such a large object for so long yet despite all that my tiny dicklet continued to squirt and twitch and shoot.

“Alright, Time to flip you over…” Horse said as I lay there every muscle in my body clenched to survive the impaled log inside me.

Then Horse lifted me like a rag doll, Arms and legs flailing he spun me around on his cock. He spun me like a ragdoll on all 23 inches of monster cock and before I knew it I was face up, staring down at my belly that looked pregnant with a monster cock baby pointed straight up at my face. Beyond my belly bulge I could see ropes of cum shooting up in the air like a little bitty active volcano from my poor little pee pee. I yelped and whined at the pain and was about to yell stop when SLAM! Lisa slammed her pussy down on my face and started riding my face like a mechanical bull. I felt like I had been punched in the nose but quickly forgot that as I once again struggled to breath as I drowned in my girlfriends cum.

“There we go, now to do your front, I want to take it niiiicccee and sllloooowwww.” Horse said as he rocked his hips ouuuttttt 9 or 10 inches and then back in until it pressed so strongly into me. I felt my little dick jumping and shooting cum I didnt even know I had as it waggled back and forth. I felt sheer terror as I struggled to breath and felt like my body Ankara Eskort was going to break on this monster cocktimus prime. “How’s the pressure?” He asked as his hands worked up my body and he gave one strong thrust of his cock against my stomach wall. I screamed No but it was muffled under my girlfriends squirting rocking hips.

“I think he likes the pressure!” Lisa said giving my tiny pee pee a little jingle. I could tell my dick was still squirting hard. “I’ve never seen him cum so much, It seems endless.” She said with a giggle.

“I guess he just really likes massages.” Horse said and then gave two long hard SLAMS inside me. I felt my dicky lurching and forcefully but painfully spraying cum ropes up my body. Lisa lifted and grabbed my tiny dick pointing it away from her.

“Oh my god that almost reached my face do that again!” Lisa giggled.

“Like this?” Horse asked before gripping my hips and thrusting hard and fast. I tried to push Lisa off me. I was terrified as I felt 2 feet of Monster cock fucking my asshole. I felt a burning in my balls as my balls created cum as fast as it was demanded for my orgasm. I felt my dick spraying cum hard straight up in the air. Lisa was laughing as she waved my tiny dick back and forth under the intense fucking. After a few thrusts he slowed down and resumed the pretense of the massage. “If I do that much longer Ill cum inside her, This is just supposed to be a massage after all.” He said resuming massaging me.

My dick couldn’t tell the difference as it continued to squirt jizz everywhere. I preyed it would stop. My whole body was so sensitive and I didnt know how much more I could take. I felt out of my body and drunk perhaps from the lack of air as Lisa humped my face hard. I felt like I was passing out. I came back to life wondering how long it had been my dick felt different I felt like it had a cage on it.

“Hes still squirting even with the cage on.” Lisa said with a giggle.

“Oh well it was worth a try.” Horse said as he massaged my belly bulging around his massive cock.

“Daddy, I want you to pretend its me and fuck me.” Lisa said.

I wanted to scream or call for help but I felt so weak. I felt like I was dreaming and couldn’t move. Lisa was humping my face so hard. I felt jolts of electricity shooting threw out my body as the sky scraper of cock started to push and pull in and out of me. Every hair on my body was on end and every fiber of my muscles clenched as I grit my teeth trying to accommodate the giant python inside of me. I worried about health consequences and long term damage, I couldn’t even feel my legs anymore. The panic was only over shadowed by my deep burning orgasms. I could feel my balls being milked for every ounce of cum my body could generate.

After a few short strokes Horse got in a more athletic stance like a pushup position above me. He spread my legs wider as he pulled his deeply embedded cock out of my torso. He pulled back until just the head was slightly parting my gaping hole. “Alright Lisa, I’m going to fuck this sissy’s brains out.” He said as I peered past my girlfriend frantically humping my face. I saw beyond my wide spread legs and tiny caged cock that was still squirting desperate ropes of cum.

“Alright Sammy, Since I’m going to let Horse fuck you I think I should get a hall pass too, Horse wants to plan a one time little fling, me and him are going to go away together for a weekend to a swingers resort and its an industry convention and I think he should have free access to fuck me and pass me around to the biggest dick porn stars in the world while im there, You know…Ill be a gang bang fuck toy for a couple days, then things will go back to normal when I am back, does that sound fair widdle Sammy.” She whispered as she massaged all around my squirting little dick but careful not to touch my pecker itself and its endless stream of ruined orgasms.

I took solace in knowing all this was out of my control. She wasn’t asking me if I wanted to get fucked by Horse she was telling me. She wasn’t asking for a hall pass she was telling. “That is… unless you want to stop now?” She asked slowly lifting off my face and looking down at me.

My brain ran a mile a minute but as I looked up at Lisa’s dangling tits and Horses jumbo cock pointed at my booty hole my mouth was acting on its own. “Fuck me Daddy!” I squealed. Lisa slammed her pussy back down onto my face before I could correct myself. Why had I blurted that out I wondered in silent terror. I didnt want this, My girlfriend was going to do what?, I was terrified as I felt that huge head pressed hard against my pulsating asshole.

“You asked for it slut.” He said coldly as he lifted higher above me.

Lisa humped my face and squirted hard down my throat as I awaited the inevitable. SLAM! In one swift motion Horse buried his whole monsterific cock inside me. I felt my stomach distend to accommodate it all in one heavy punch. All the wind in my lungs was forced out of my throat as 23 inches filled me. My hands limply rose and fondled the giant beaded shaft that my pregnant belly was stretched tightly around like a condom. I laid there limp and motionless except for my tiny dick spraying like a wild fire hose in all directions.

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The idea came to Sophia that morning, as she brushed the tangles out of her long, frizzy blonde hair. The tight, full feeling in her bladder had given her a genius way of getting back at her ex-boyfriend Josh. She immediately sent a group text to her three closest friends Suzie, Annie and Claire.

‘Hey girls xxx. Just had a great idea of how to get back at Josh for cheating on me — meet me at Number One Apparel at lunchtime. Come with full bladder ;)’

The replies came in straight away:

‘Hell yes! Can’t wait. See u there.’

‘Yessssss. He’s gonna get what he deserves.’

‘LOL. Good timing I was just about to go piss. Gonna save it all for his dirty little store.’

Number One Apparel was the clothing store that Josh and his family owned and worked at together. It sold a variety of clothing, shoes and general home goods. It was his pride and joy; making a mess of it would be the easiest way to piss him off — no pun intended. Sophia spent the rest of the morning chugging as much water and coffee as she could.

By the time lunchtime rolled around, Sophia’s bladder was full to bursting. She could hardly keep still, and the drive down to the store was almost unbearable due to the seatbelt pushing down on her bulging midsection.

The girls met just outside the store, and Sophia could see that they were each in a similar state. Annie had loosened her belt and unbuckled her jeans, allowing room for her huge, full bladder. Suzie and Claire had both appropriately chosen yoga pants with space for their liquid cargo.

‘Let’s go girls. bursa bayan eskort He’s never going to see this coming.’

They entered the store confidently, each of them scanning for the best places to deposit their flowing revenge. Starting small, Sophia picked a changing room. She closed the curtain and immediately yanked her leggings to her ankles, eager to release some of the pressure. She grabbed her labia lips and aimed her powerful stream all over the changing room, soaking the velvet seat and leaving long drips running down the mirror and painted walls. Pee began to pool on the carpet, and she quickly stopped her stream — she didn’t want to use up her entire bladder in just one spot!

Claire selected a soft-looking couch tucked in the corner of the store. The label said $700, but she very much doubted it would sell at all after she was done with it. There were a few customers lingering around, so she elected to keep her pants fully on and simply release through the black fabric. She relaxed back, sinking into the comfortable cushions, and let go of her tight muscle hold on the flood inside her. Piss immediately began rushing out of her pink pussy, bubbling up between her legs before soaking away deep into the foam of the couch.

After releasing about half of her bladder, she stood up and shuffled over to an armchair just around the corner. She had originally planned to try to soak some carpet, but pissing herself on the couches just felt way too good and she couldn’t resist doing it again. The armchair was bursa escort bayan a silky soft velvet fabric, and it accepted her torrent of pee without complaint. She closed her eyes, sighed, and drained the rest of her bladder deep into the armchair. The relief and naughtiness felt so pleasurable that she almost forgot where she was.

Annie loved to piss on carpet, so she already knew she was going to soak several carpeted areas of the store. She first headed to the back of the store, where more of the old stock was kept and less customers roamed. Finding a deserted aisle, she lowered her pants and crouched. Her overfull bladder released an absolute torrent of piss, thundering against the thin black carpet. Soon enough the puddle was spreading massively. She stood up and surveyed the damage with satisfaction

Next, Annie headed for the furniture section. She caught a glimpse of Claire relaxing on a comfy-looking couch, and noticed with a smile the slick shine of wetness blossoming from between Claire’s legs. She found a secluded spot behind two large bookcases, and once again crouched to the ground to absolutely soak the carpet. She sighed with relief as she waterblasted the carpet, watching the rapidly filling puddle spread out all around her. The puddle reached the bookcases and began to slowly soak into the back of the wood too.

Suzie was more bold with her choice. She slunk around the store, waiting for an opportunity to be alone in an aisle with no customers to see her. As soon as she had the chance, she pulled her leggings down to the bottom of her thighs and leaned backwards. She used her fingers to spread her labia wide open and began to piss at full force. Her powerful stream sprayed out onto the racks of hanging clothes in front of her. She turned, still peeing at full power, and began to soak the shelves of pillows and blankets behind her too. She drained her entire bladder over the aisle top to bottom. By the time she was done she was so horny that she couldn’t help slipping a few fingers inside herself and rubbing her clit a few times as she surveyed the soaked and dripping items.

Finally Sophia was ready to finish off with something special. She searched the aisles until she found a nice knee-length black skirt. She went back into the changing room that she had already soaked in piss, and changed into the skirt with no panties. She stuffed her pants and panties down behind the soaked chair in the changing room.

Then she began to stroll around the store nonchalantly, all the while letting a thin ribbon of piss snake down between her thighs. The pee ran silently down her bare legs and soaked away into the carpet, leaving a small trail of liquid behind her everywhere she went. For her final act, she picked a small scarf from the shelf and took it to the counter where Josh’s brother was working. As he served her, she made small talk with a smile and began to release more and more piss from her bladder. She risked a glance down and saw a puddle silently spreading from between her legs.

By the time she had been served and paid for the scarf, she had drained her whole bladder onto the floor of the store right in front of the checkout. She smirked and headed out to meet her friends. What a satisfying revenge — she had a feeling this wouldn’t be her last visit to Number One Apparel.

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I was supposed to go out with my man-friend, after work, the other day. I was hopeful that he was going to take me out to this amazing Mexican place that he talked a lot about. I rushed home, jumped in the shower, and was ready in twenty minutes. I wore this super short, black skirt, a tight white shirt, and my red, fuck me shoes, with 4 inch heels.

He called, as I was dressing and asked me to meet him at his house. This was different from what we usually did, so it took me some time to find his house, as I had never been there before. To describe this man, he is really and truly the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life, real or not. He’s about 5’8″, and probably 160 lbs. soaking wet. His skin, which I want to lick every inch of, is the exact color of dark chocolate.

We have been dating, casually, for about three months now. But for some bizarre reason, we have not had sex. I don’t know why. It’s not like I haven’t tried. However, he is such a blast to be around. So it’s alright, but it still aggravated me.

So anyway, it took a bit to find the house, but I eventually did. I went up to the door, and knocked. Nothing happened, so I knocked again. That’s when I noticed the note on the door that said to come in. As I entered, I looked around in amazement. The entire living room was filled with candles. They were, seriously, everywhere, making the room very warm. I went into the kitchen, and found a bottle of wine and glass on the counter with another note telling bahçelievler escort me to have a glass. “What a sweetie,” I thought, but where in hell was he? I poured a glass and continued to look around. I found the bathroom, and found it full of candles, and oddly enough, a cold bubble bath. Hmm? Really? What the hell is going on here?

As I stand there pondering, my ears pick up some very familiar noises, and I, automatically, shut off the control I had over my lust. The sounds were coming from a half open door, right down the hall. Is the man really watching porn before our date? Although, with all the candles, one does wonder. Time to investigate.

I started to push the door open, and heard a man’s voice say, “Oh god, baby, let me taste you!” I, then, my friend say, “That’s right! I know you like it like that.” I just about dropped the glass of wine when I heard this. Seriously! What the fuck?!?!?

I pushed the door all the way open, and looked inside. It was very hard to see, as it was almost pitch black in there, with only one candle burning. After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could, barely, make out a blondish guy, lying on his back on the bed, with his head hanging off the end. He was utterly naked, and apparently enjoying himself very much. He was trying to moan, but was having a hard time, because his mouth was very full.

I could see that his mouth was full of a man, or rather part of a man. He was sucking the largest cock I had ever seen, which happened to bakırköy escort be attached to my beautiful friend. Who was supposed to be taking me out to dinner? Maybe, dinner had been canceled, because he was obviously having dessert.

I continued to watch, felt a surge of jealousy, perhaps even wanton lust. I couldn’t do a damn thing, but stand there with my mouth gaping open. I could barely breathe. Neither of them seemed to notice my arrival, as they were enjoying themselves so much. Both guys’ eyes were closed, and the blond guy’s hands were on my friend’s ass, pulling him closer.

Now, I have given a blow job, or two, in my life, but have NEVER had my mouth fucked like that before. I got so hot watching the two of them, that I felt my panties get instantly soaked. Finally, I spot a chair close enough to watch the action, and collapse into it. The white guy still had no idea I was there, but I guess the movement startled my friend. He looked over at me, said hi, and gave me a sinister grin.

He turned back to the job at hand. He pounded his cock into this guy’s mouth, alternating between fast and slow speeds. Eventually, he looked back toward me, nodded at guy, and said “he’s never had two at once,” as he licked the sweat off his lips.

Smiling, I took a sip of wine, and climbed up on the bed, careful not catch anything with my heels. I straddled the guy’s legs, and his eyes flew open. He froze. My friend told him, “It’s ok. Keep going.” The blonde hesitated, then obeyed, and continued to suck him başakşehir escort off.

I leaned over and started to lick him. I love the feel of dick on my tongue. I started at the base, and licked my way to the top. He gave a muffled wail, but kept going. I put the head of his cock in my mouth, and licked the precum oozing out. Man, he was sweet. I loved it! Some guys just don’t taste that good.

I put one hand on his thigh, and cradling his balls with the other. I licked his shaft up and down, until I felt his rhythm change. He was getting impatient. I glanced up at my friend, noting his glazed look. I slid my mouth over the head of the guy’s cock, swirling my tongue around. Very quickly, I swallow him all the way down my throat. I heard the blond holler that time. Surprised, my friend told me to do that again. Smiling, I swallowed his dick again, but this time I licked his balls, just for good measure.

Both men rewarded me with another yell. All of a sudden, I can felt the tension thicken, and knew they were, both, about to lose control. Sucking as hard as I could, I was, finally, rewarded with the blond’s hot jism in my mouth, just as my friend came in his. He collapsed on the bed, narrowly missing both of us, and grabbed for me.

Looking up at me, he ordered me kiss him. Leaning over, I kissed him, spilling some of the sweet nectar into his mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth, searching for the all of the hot cum. He didn’t want to share. He wanted it all! God, he made me so hot!

After we kissed, I snuggled down next to him. While he caught his breath, the other guy looked at me and said “Mumble, mumble, mumble, goddess?” I laughed. My friend said, “You’re more like demon.”

I kissed him nice and slow. He stretched and sighed contentedly. Laying his head on my chest, he said, “Well?”

“Well, now,” I say, “that was interesting.”

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It was late at night and I was traveling for several hours to meet up with an old friend. I had to take a piss so I exited to the nearest rest stop. I always had a fantasy of an encounter at a rest stop, but I wasn’t a big risk taker, so I generally did not expect anything to happen.

Time for a happy surprise.

I stood alone at a urinal in what was a genuinely nice, clean and larger sized restroom. While there, another man entered and strangely parked in the urinal right next to mine, though men know that there is an etiquette of where one positions himself, in particular because there were 7 other urinals available.

So, we were both doing our business, and I glance over, and a 40 something man glances back with a bit of a sly, smirkish smile. He’s attractive, fit, and looks like a cool character. I give a nod back, and he nonchalantly raises his body up and looks down as if to see what is going on over there. I was taken aback for a second and he stops and resumes his business. I take the queue and do the same, looking over the separating wall and take a gander at what he has. He’s not pissing anymore, and when he sees my response, he starts a little stroke that turns what already looks like a decent cut member a little larger.

“Like what you see?” he whispers.

I nod yes, and ever so slightly lick my lips.

He looks back down as he strokes it even bigger.

I take my chance and zip up, walk past him toward the back of the restroom, and give him a quick but gentle swat on the back of his pants. An invitation, buca escort if you get my drift. He did get it, and as I entered the farthest stall in the room, he followed me in.

OMG was this going to be awesome. Late night, all alone, restroom head, and I was giving it.

Once we were both inside, the door was closed and locked. Since it was the last stall against the wall of the building, I guided him to that wall, and prepared to do my part. He had zipped up too, so I turned my head toward him and calmly undid the button of his pants and slowly and quietly unzipped them. Then I pulled them down far enough, and pulled his underwear down just below his balls, letting a nice and hard 7 inch cock spring free. It was a perfect sight. Nice girth, a perfectly sized missile head to match, and a pair of handful sized hangers for me to hold onto.

“Do you like to suck?” He whispered.

I nodded my head yes, in anticipation. I wrapped my hand around his heartbeating cock and opened my mouth as far as I could, guiding it to the back of my throat with an outward warm breath, before closing my mouth around as much as I could take and creating a nice warm vacuum. He moaned outwardly and I slowly, like extremely slow, moved my head back to the tip, and then forward again until I felt the tip entering the back of my throat.

Sucking slow is awesome and an art. I’ve always compared eating pussy to cock sucking. You have to make love to it. Kiss it, lick it, and slowly suck it. I never appreciated a blow job çağlayan escort from an eager mouth, though I’ve never turned one down. But a slow start to a slow suck makes the sped-up ending awesome. This time would be different, though.

We were probably a minute or so into it when someone else came into the restroom. We both kind of froze for a second but I was determined and I kept up a quiet and slow suck. All the way down, all the way to the tip. As bad luck would have it, our new neighbor decided to do the moron thing and took residence in the stall right next to us. Now I don’t know about you, but who does that, when there are 4 other stalls available? Idiot.

So I take my mouth off of my new friend’s cock, and put my finger to my lips to signal quiet. I look up at him and he grins and nods yes. He has his hand against the stall wall across from me, helping him lean low enough to be concealed from any onlookers.

Time to start again. I take him all the way in as quietly as I can, and I can feel him wanting to moan in ecstasy. My goal now is to provide as much pleasure as quietly as I can, literally no noise at all if I can do it.

In the next stall, the man clears his throat and it sounds like a magazine is being read, pages being turned.

We are so quiet. It is an amazing feat of two people having sex. Back and forth I go, placing my hand on his orbs and gently but silently massaging them. In my mind, there is no question about where he is going to cum, as if there was anyways, çankaya escort but with the no sound effort we have going, asking the question was out of the question.

As I continue to work his hard, thick shaft, I can feel him getting closer. His breathing becomes a little more labored and I put my hand on his chest with a waving finger to signal quiet. He takes the queue and does his best as his balls tighten up, and thick ropes of cum enter my mouth, and I attempt to control my gag mechanism to the best of my ability. I swallow once, go back down on it, and swallow again. It’s one of the biggest loads I’ve ever taken, and since we are on the silent treatment program, one of the most difficult.

His orgasm subsides, and I have no idea how much noise we made in that moment. In a quiet restroom with a person right next to us, I have to imagine something was heard. I keep his hard cock in my mouth, and go full length to milk the remaining seed out, being careful to leave the head exposed in my mouth as my lips climb his shaft, taking in the last vestiges of his sperm into my mouth gently. He shudders from the aftershocks of the orgasm, and finally I release his now softening cock.

He pulls up his pants and hastily zips up, and mouths “thank you” before opening the door. He leaves quickly and I am at wits end about what to do with myself, now that he has left and there are obviously 2 feet still planted on the floor in front of the toilet.

Well, fuck it, I think to myself, and stand up to leave. Just as I reopen the door to the stall, our stall mate opens his too. As I walk by, I see him, a big man with a trucker’s beard and flannel shirt, stroking an 8 inch monster.

“My turn?” he grumbles.

That’s when I entered his stall and got down on my knees. I wasn’t sure what would happen if another man walked in.

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“Was ist denn?” fragte meine Mutter, als sie die Tür aufmachte und schweißgebadet in der Tür stand.

“Ich habe Hunger” antwortete ich. Und den hatte ich. Ich wollte sie. Meine Mutter. Und ich durstete nach ihrer Milch, die sie mir seit Jahren unterschob und als Magermilch verkaufte. Ich schaute sie an und sah durch ihren Bademantel durch. Meine Latte stand immer noch aufrecht und pochte unter meiner Hose.

“Nudeln mit Hack ist okay?” fragte mich diese sexy Frau, die meine Mutter war. Ich sagte nichts und nickte zustimmend. Und schon verschwand sie während ich ihr hinterher blickte.

Ich konnte immer noch nicht fassen was eben geschehen ist: Ich sah meine Mutter nackt, masturbierend und sich melkend. Und scheiße, ich war geil auf sie. Und sie ahnte wahrscheinlich noch nicht einmal, dass ich es gewesen bin, der sich ihr ebenfalls nackt zeigte und an sich herumspielte.

Ich wollte mehr von ihr sehen. Ich wollte wieder sehen wie einer ihrer Dildos ihre feuchte Muschi durchbohrt und wie sie ihre Milch abpumpt. Und vor allem wollte ich eins: Ich wollte an ihren Titten lutschen und sie ficken. Meine Gedanken kreisten nur noch an dem Gedanken, wie ich sie dazu bringen könnte es mit mir zu tun. Aber ich kam zu keinem Schluss. Wie bringt man denn bitteschön eine Mutter dazu es mit ihrem Sohn zu tun? Die Zeit kam mir vor wie wenige Minuten, aber die Tatsache, dass meine Mutter mir zurief, dass das Essen fertig war, bedeutete, dass es doch länger war.

Ich begab mich sofort zur Küche, in der meine Mutter stand und das Essen servierte. Am liebsten hätte ich ihr den Bademantel herunter gerissen und ihr meinen harten Prügel in ihre Muschi gepresst, aber ich musste mich beherrschen. Und es fiel mir verdammt schwer.

“Ich habe so einen Durst,” sagte ich vorsichtig. “Haben wir noch Milch?” Ich beobachtete sie genau. Meine Mutter errötete. Es war ihr sichtlich unangenehm. Ich ging zum Kühlschrank und nahm mir eine der Glasflaschen, in die meine Mutter offensichtlich ihre Muttermilch abpumpte. Ich öffnete den Deckel und begann zu trinken. Schluck für Schluck dachte ich daran, dass diese leicht süßliche Milch aus den Brüsten meiner geilen Mutter kam. Ich stellte mir vor ich würde an ihren harten Nippeln lutschen und ihr diese Milch heraussaugen — wie gern hätte ich es getan?

Ich trank das Glas bis zur Hälfte aus und stellte es in den Kühlschrank zurück. Meine Mutter schöpfte zwar keinen Verdacht, denn es war ihr nicht neu, dass ich gerne diese Milch Bayan Escort trank. Aber sie wurde deutlich rot und fühlte sich unbehaglich. Und als mein Blick auf ihre Brüste fiel bemerkte ich, dass ihr Bademantel um ihre Nippel herum feucht wurde. Ihre Milch lief aus ihren Nippeln!

Sofort stand sie auf und verschwand aus dem Raum. Ich aß zu Ende und ging auf mein Zimmer. Als ich den Laptop wieder anmachte sah ich eine Webcamanfrage von milf4you. Ich zog schnell meine Hose aus und bestätigte. Sofort sah ich meine Mutter im Bademantel auf dem Bildschirm.

“Sorry,” tippte sie. “Mein Sohn hatte Hunger und ich musste ihm was zu essen machen.”

“Hast du ihm die Brust gegeben?” fragte ich sie.

“Ich hab dir doch schon gesagt, dass ich ihn nicht mehr stille.”

“Ich weiß, aber wäre ich dein Sohn würde ich gerne an deinen Titten lutschen!” schrieb ich in der Hoffnung irgendeine Reaktion zurück zubekommen.

“Naja, das wär ein wenig krank oder? Er ist 18.” schrieb sie weiter.

“Sorry, aber du bist die heißeste Frau, die ich je gesehen habe. Ich wette dein Sohn denkt an dich wenn er sich einen runterholt.”

“glaub ich nicht. Schließlich bin ich seine Mutter.”

“Eben.” schrieb ich zurück. “Jeder Junge wünscht sich eine so geile Mutter wie dich.”

“und warum?” fragte sie.

“wenn meine Mutter so geil wäre wie du, hätte ich sie längst gefickt!”

“deine eigene Mutter? Ist das nicht krank?” schrieb sie und ich merkte, dass sie meinen Gedanken nicht nachvollziehen.

“nein, stell dir doch mal vor: dein Sohn sieht dich nackt und ist begeistert von deinem Atem beraubenden Körper. Du wirst begehrt und das von jemandem, den du liebst und der dich liebt. Und obwohl die Frauen in seinem Alter alle jünger sind will er trotzdem dich. Und du willst ihn. Du kannst seine Lehrerin sein, ihm alles beibringen, ihn so formen, wie du einen Mann gerne hättest. Findest du das etwa nicht heiß?”

“aber Sex? Mit dem eigenen Sohn?”

“es hat doch einen besonderen Reiz sowas Verbotenes zu tun. Hattest du noch nie Fantasien mit deinem Sohn?”

Und dann antwortete sie für einen Moment lang nicht. Ich sah wieder auf den Bildschirm und auf ihre wunderschönen großen Brüste, die unter ihrem Bademantel waren.

“naja…” schrieb sie. “ich stelle mir manchmal vor, wie ich meinen Sohn stille… das erregt mich irgendwie.”

Wow. Meine geile, perverse Mutter! Und seitdem ich ihre Brüste Milch spritzen Escort sah, wollte ich auch von ihr gestillt werden! Was könnte ich nur tun um unsere Fantasien zu verwirklichen?

“heiß. Hast du aber noch nie daran gedacht mit ihm zu schlafen?” fragte ich neugierig. Ich wollte es wissen.

“daran gedacht nicht. Aber ich hatte mal einen Traum.”

Mama, du bist aber ziemlich pervers, dachte ich mir. Träumst von Sex mit deinem Sohn… Aber ich war ja nicht besser.

“und wie wars?” schrieb ich sofort.

“seltsam. Aber geil.”

Ich war in voller Fahrt. Allein vom Gespräch stand mein Schwanz wie eine eins und lächelte in die Webcam.

“Hast du Lust auf ein Rollenspiel?” fragte ich.

“Lass mich raten: Mutter fickt Sohn?” schrieb sie zurück und ich wartete.

“ok.” schrieb sie weiter. “warte kurz.”

Ich sah wie sie sich erhob und aus der Kamera ging. Ich deaktivierte meine Kamera. Ich hatte einen Plan. Es dauerte nicht lange und sie kam mit einem Vibrator wieder.

“Hallo Mama” schrieb ich.

“Hallo mein Sohn. Wieso ist deine Cam aus?”

“Keine Ahnung, siehst du mich nicht?”

“Nein.”

“Scheiß Internet.” log ich.

“Egal. Wollen wir weiter machen?” fragte sie darauf.

“Du hast wunderschöne Brüste.”

“Danke. Hätte ich nicht heute schon so viel Milch abgepumpt, hätte ich dich gestillt.”

“Schade — ich hätte gerne deine süße, leckere Milch, direkt aus deinen Nippeln getrunken.”

“Vielleicht morgen, mein Sohn.”

“Gerne, Mami. Aber können wir nicht heute auch was tolles tun?”

Meine Mutter bewegte die Webcam nach unten, sodass ich ihre Muschi sehen konnte und fasste sich an.

“Mama ist ganz schön feucht da unten. Und der Einzige im Haus mit einem harten Schwanz bist du. Möchtest du nicht zu mir kommen und es deiner Mama besorgen?”

Wow. Ich hatte nicht damit gerechnet, dass sie so mitspielen würde. Es erregte mich. Ich stellte mir vor, ich stünde vor ihr und sie würde es mit ihrer Stimme sagen.

“Gerne Mama. Aber ich kann mich nicht entscheiden ob ich deine geile Muschi lecken oder dich gleich ficken soll!”

Meine Mutter führte den Vibrator zu ihren Schamlippen und massierte mir ihm ihren Kitzler.

“Ich will dich wieder in mir spüren, mein Junge.” schrieb sie und führte den vordersten Teil zwischen ihre Schamlippen.

“Bist du bereit, Mama zu ficken?” fragte sie. Wie gerne hätte ich ihr Gesicht gesehen. Und wie gerne Ankara Eskort wäre ich anstelle des Vibrators.

“ja, Mama.” schrieb ich.

Sofort schob sie den Vibrator in ihre feuchte Muschi.

“oh, ja, mein Junge. Fick mich, mein Sohn.” schrieb meine Mutter. Ich beobachtete sie dabei wie sie es sich selbst machte und schrieb ständig Sachen wie “oh ja” und “du bist so geil, Mama” und je länger wir schrieben und ich ihr dabei zu sah, desto mehr wollte ich. Ich wollte ihr Gestöhne hören, sie live sehen, ihre Titten anfassen, ihre Milch trinken. Ich wollte sie ficken. Aber die Webcam hatte Grenzen. Ich wollte zu ihr. Und dann realisierte ich, dass die Masturbierende Frau in der Webcam nur ein Zimmer weit entfernt war. Was würde passieren, wenn ich einfach hereinplatze und sie dabei erwische? Bemerken würde sie es nicht, deshalb hatte ich ja meine Kamera deaktiviert.

Was würde passieren? Würde sie mich bitten ihr zur Hand zu gehen? Ist sie so geil, dass sie einfach nur das Bedürfnis hat gefickt zu werden? Sogar von ihrem Sohn? Oder gerade von ihrem Sohn? Es gab nur einen Weg das herauszufinden.

“ich will noch tiefer in dich, Mama.” schrieb ich und sah zu wie sie ihn sich noch tiefer einführte.

Sofort stand ich auf und zog meine Hose an. Ich verließ mein Zimmer und schlich mich zu dem meiner Mutter. Ich drückte mein Ohr an die Tür und horchte. Meine Mutter stöhnte laut und flüsterte: “fick mich, mein Junge, fick mich.” Mein Schwanz pochte wie verrückt und wuchs auf die doppelte Größe. Ich hatte förmlich das Gefühl, dass mein Schwanz die Tür aufdrückte.

Ich öffnete vorsichtig die Tür und sah ihr zu.

Sie tippte irgendwas in die Tastatur und fragte flüsternd: “Soll Mama dich reiten?”

Ja, dachte ich mir. Reite mich. Fick mich. Mach mit mir was du willst. Und dann stand sie ein Stück auf und positionierte ihren Vibrator unter sich. Mit einem Ruck ließ sie sich auf den Vibrator fallen und ich sah, dass sie wieder mit ihrem Po auf dem Stuhl saß. Der Vibrator musste gänzlich in ihre Muschi eingedrungen sein.

“Oh ja” stöhnte sie.

Und dann nahm ich meinen Mut zusammen und sprach: “Mama…?”

Aber anstelle, dass sie sich umdrehte und mich ansah, sagte sie meinen Namen: “Oh, ja, Martin. Fick Mami.”

Ich riss meine Augen auf, denn ich konnte es nicht glauben. Ich räusperte mich und fragte erneut, diesmal etwas lauter: “Mama?!”

Plötzlich drehte sie sich mit aufgerissen Augen mit dem Stuhl zu mir um. Meine Mutter saß, komplett entkleidet breitbeinig auf ihrem Stuhl, mit einem Vibrator tief in ihrer Muschi und plötzlich wurde es ruhig. Ich hörte nur noch ein leises vibrieren, dass durch die Muschi meiner Mutter gedämpft wurde. Und dann hörte ich ihre Stimme: “Martin?!”

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One lazy Sunday afternoon, I was tangled together with my boyfriend David on his bed. Looking back at this exploratory time in my life, you could say we were perfect for each other. We were both nineteen, a young, shy, and timid couple, and geeky.

David was studying IT. He was tall and skinny with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore glasses for reading and he was my first ever boyfriend. I, Robynne, a quiet brunette with long, straight hair and hazel-green eyes, was a sociology student.

With David’s parents out of the house, we naturally started making out on his bed. Lips locked, our tongues entwined, sighing softly, his hands moved gently over my shoulders, his touch light, his direction intentional. Reaching the front of my white, casual blouse, he wasted no time in unbuttoning it.

“Take it off, I want to see you,” he whispered softly, exposing my bra and cleavage.

“But we can’t have sex. I’m on my period,” I reminded him, sitting up to remove my blouse and bra.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” he smiled knowingly, his blue eyes sparkling with anticipation as I stretched behind my back. “I love your tits,” he groaned.

My pale breasts, a perky C cup, spilled free, exposing my upper body to him. David reached for the right one first, cupping it tentatively, his thumb rubbing my pink nipple until it hardened under his touch, sending tingles through me. He then cupped my left breast, his hand soft and warm.

Being caressed like that always aroused me, but I preferred to be kissing at the same time, so I stroked a hand down the side of his face and leaned forward. For the next few minutes, our lips remained locked while David kneaded my soft flesh and erect teats.

Just as he was my first boyfriend, I was his first girlfriend. Together for six months, intimate for four, I secretly revelled in how much he loved my body, how he couldn’t keep his hands off me. But my reserved nature and lack of experience with guys, meant I could be shy and prudish about it.

David then gently pushed me back slightly, and closed his lips around a sensitive nipple, sucking affectionately before switching to the other one. Back and forth, he took his time to suckle and caress. All the while, a noticeable bulge, one I knew I’d be expected to resolve grew in the front of his jeans.

But first, I enjoyed having his warm, moist mouth alternating between my breasts. Leaning back on an extended arm, I tangled my fingers in his blonde hair with my free hand, holding him close as his lips sucked a little harder, his tongue exploring at will.

“Your tits a perfect,” he sighed, eventually pulling away, leaving my nipples glistening with his saliva, a common experience lately.

“I’m glad you like them,” I giggled. “I guess you want me to take care of that thing for you now?” I eyed his crotch with a grin.

David chuckled. standing up to unbuckle his belt. I reached for one of his pillows and dropped it on the floor to kneel on. As he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, I slipped off the mattress and knelt topless beside the bed. He sat down excitedly, stroking as I prepared to blow him.

My boyfriend had a lovely cock. It was often hard and raring to go, which could be annoying at times. But I did like holding it in my hand, feeling him throbbing in need. It was smooth and taut, around six inches, with a nest of blonde curls at the base.

But I wasn’t a fan of giving blowjobs. I felt I was still learning, despite reading advice on how to give the ‘perfect blowjob’ in girly magazines. I didn’t mind putting it in my mouth, I just wasn’t confident about what to do with it once it was in there, and David just groaned, never giving me any pointers.

I was still getting used to the taste of his sperm too, and don’t even get me started on that first jet. But I was getting better at preparing myself for it. David didn’t care that I wouldn’t swallow. As long as he got to finish his orgasm in my mouth, he was more than happy, so I’d wait until he’d finished before spitting is cum into a glass or a sink.

Although I preferred to give him a handjob whenever he needed one, what I did enjoy about giving a blowjob, was the power I felt it gave me. David was always excited to receive head, and I didn’t like denying him the pleasure he desperately craved from me. After all, I was his lovely girlfriend.

“Can you try and look up into my eyes this time?” he asked breathlessly. “I love your eyes. I want to see them as you suck me off.”

Not the most romantic choice of words he could have used, but it didn’t stop me from nodding and curling my fingers around his shaft, stroking it up and down. I leaned forward and swirled my soft tongue around his throbbing head a few times, tasting his pre-cum as I looked up into his eyes.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, stroking my long, brown hair down the back of my head.

As our eyes locked, I felt both aroused and embarrassed. But wanting to please him, I kept moving my ataşehir escort tongue and hand in unison.

“Oh, that feels so good,” he groaned again, but I sensed something was different.

David had a look in his eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. I saw flickers of dominance and fear as his breathing increased. I didn’t question it or think about it too much, I just kept my eyes looking up and my mouth closed around him, sliding my lips up and down his cock, driving him crazy with lust.

“You look so hot sucking my dick,” he murmured. “What do you think about smoking, Robynne? Have you tried it with Tara before?” David asked out of nowhere.

Tara was my twenty-one-year old sister, and the polar opposite of me. We looked similar in terms of our facial and bodily features, but nothing else, not even the way we dressed. Tara had a rebellious streak, so rebellious, she started smoking at sixteen.

I pulled back, perplexed. “Smoking? What do you mean?” I laughed. It was such a strange question to ask during a blowjob.

David blushed beetroot, his eyes full with fear now. “Have you ever thought about trying it?” he asked, his voice croaking.

“No, never,” I replied, letting go of his cock. “Why are you asking me that now?”

“I know it sounds weird, but I think you’d look so hot smoking a cigarette,” he admitted.

“What the?” I sat back on my heels in shock, the sudden movement causing my breasts to jiggle before they rested firm again.

“I don’t mean actually smoking,” he flustered, quickly reaching under his pillow.

“David! What the hell is going on!” I exclaimed at the packet of cigarettes he was now holding.

“Just humour me,” he chuckled, a chuckle of embarrassment. His face was burning up.

“Humour you?” I gasped, the situation getting worse by the second.

I watched as he pulled a long, slim, pure white cigarette from the packet and looked down into my eyes, his hand trembling as he held the stupid thing out for me, as if I was supposed to accept it or something. I shook my head in defiance. “I’m not smoking it.”

“Just hold it while you give me a blowjob. You’re not going to light it. Please, Robynne. Just pretend you’re smoking until I cum,” he pleaded.

“And that turns you on?” I asked disgustedly, scowling at the cigarette. I had to admit, his cock was harder than ever and still waiting.

“I can’t explain it right now, but please, please do this for me. The thought of you smoking and sucking me off turns me on.”

Caught between my concerns and my boyfriends strange desires, I sighed and took the cigarette from him. I had held one before, mimicking with one of my sisters Marlboro Gold’s. Tara’s had cork filters, this one was all-white, but both were disgusting.

Holding it between my fingers, I now had to pretend I knew how to smoke and give good head. The situation felt alien to me as I took hold of David’s cock again, and brought the cigarette up to my lips. Awkwardly, I took a shallow drag, inhaled fresh air with a hint of tobacco taste, and then exhaled.

“That’s it,” my boyfriend grinned. “Now, do both together.”

The combination of pretending to smoke with a real unlit cigarette in one hand, and an excited cock in the other, felt very surreal. It was like playing a role in a movie I hadn’t auditioned for, and I started giggling. It made me feel that silly doing it.

But then I sensed David was beginning to get annoyed with me, so I took it seriously, giving him a ‘smoky’ blowjob. I began to coordinate the two, taking deeper drags, acting like my sister did when she lit up, before exhaling at his cock and sucking it.

David gripped my hair with one hand and groped my breasts with the other, a new development in the way he handled me during anything we did sexually. I kind of did and didn’t like it as he thrust his hips towards my face and pulled on my hair.

“Smoking would suit you,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’d look even hotter as a smoker.”

Forgetting the cigarette, just holding the thin cylindrical object between my fingers, I bobbed my head up and down in David’s lap, almost gagging on his cock for the first time. I didn’t know what to make of it. He was hornier than I’d ever seen him before.

“Faster, Robynne,” he urged, unrecognisable. “Now take a drag.” I paused to pull on the cigarette, my cheeks hollowing. “Now suck it again.” His breath was ragged and his words were hoarse. “I’m close. Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

As soon as he’d warned me, his sperm shot into my mouth before I could prepare myself for it. I pulled back in shock, startled. But David grabbed his cock and started pumping the rest onto my face and chest. I shrieked and threw the cigarette down, cursing him.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, finally finishing. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t hold back. That was so hot.”

I glanced into his bedroom mirror. “You absolute bastard! Look at the state of me!” I had cum on my face, neck, and breasts. It felt gross on my face, sliding down. “Don’t just sit there! Get me something to wipe it off with!” I shouted but then laughed.

David was genuinely sorry. He grabbed me a towel and couldn’t stop apologising. I told him that if he ever did that again, I’d never give him another blowjob. He said he was expecting to cum in my mouth when I panicked and moved away. I glared at him.

After I’d cleaned up and threw the smelly towel at him, I put my bra and blouse back on, grilling him on the whole smoking thing. Post-orgasm, he swore blind to me that he didn’t really want me to smoke. I wasn’t convinced until I’d dragged it out of him.

I learned that day that my boyfriend had something called a smoking fetish, but he once again swore blind that he didn’t fancy my sister. David very reluctantly confessed to being aroused by attractive women smoking, the ritual of it, he confessed.

Stunned, I didn’t know what to say once I realised he was being honest with me. What did this mean for our relationship? He was turned on by smoking, but I hated it. How could anyone get turned on by smoking was a mystery to me. It was an awful habit.

However, I loved David and accepted it was something I’d have to try and navigate. But when I didn’t run away or ridicule him for it, he took it as a green light to push his fetish onto me. I refused to light up and try it, but I did start pretending to smoke during sex.

Two months later, having indulged him on several occasions, I found a few smoking fetish videos on his laptop. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. My boyfriend needed something I couldn’t give him. But I loved him too much to walk away.

Instead, I turned to the one and only person I believed I could talk to about my dilemma. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on my sister’s attic bedroom door, and entered when she told me to. Tara was lounging on her bed, propped up against her pillows.

“Hey, Robynne. What’s up?” Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took a drag from her cigarette.

Despite the two velux windows being fully open, Tara’s bedroom was hazy with smoke. I coughed, breathing in the thick, cloudy air.

“Um… I just wanted to talk to you about something,” I replied, waving the smoke away from my face.

Tara exhaled a thick plume towards the open window then stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray beside her. “Is everything ok? You look like you have something serious on your mind. Is David treating you right?”

As my sister climbed off her bed, clad in a pair of tight shorts and a t-shirt, placing the dirty ashtray on her bedside table, I closed her bedroom door and started fidgeting with my hands. How do I say it? I was thinking. How do I ask her about smoking?

“Um… yeah… everything’s fine. I um… just wanted to ask you about… about smoking,” I said, trembling like an idiot.

Tara picked up a hair bobble, smirking curiously at me as she tied her own long, brown hair into a ponytail. “Smoking? Sit down, because this I just have to hear.”

We sat down together on the side of her bed, our combined weight sinking into the mattress. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment for what I was about to say. I didn’t even know what I was going to say, exactly. I just knew it was going to be about smoking.

“It’s not for me,” I began with a lie. “It’s just… someone I know is into it, and I um… I want to understand it better. You know?”

My sister laughed then quickly apologised, placing her hand over mine. “Oh, Robynne, you’re such a terrible liar. It involves David, doesn’t it?” Tara always could see the truth.

I nodded sheepishly, guilty as sin. “How did you know?”

“Because you’re acting the same way you did when you came up here asking me about sex,” she said, her voice soft and supportive. “So what’s the deal?”

“Um… he um… David says he has a thing for it,” I answered awkwardly.

“Oh,” Tara responded. “I met a guy like that once. Has David asked you to smoke for him? To give him a smoky blowjob?”

“Kind of,” I said, squirming uncomfortably. “He does say I’d look hot as a smoker,” I sighed. “We um… we have been role playing with an unlit cigarette.”

“He bought a packet of cigarettes for you?” Tara’s hazel eyes deepened.

“Yeah, Vogue or something like that. They are longer and slimmer than yours. What do I do?” I sighed once more, feeling like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“I don’t know.” My sister shrugged. “What do you want to do, Robynne? Indulge him with the real thing? I’m guessing you came to me because you’re curious to try it.”

“Maybe,” I murmured, looking down at her bedroom floor. “Is it weird?” I asked, looking back up at her again. “I mean…”

“It’s not weird,” Tara smiled kindly. “It’s kinky, and most guys wouldn’t admit to having a smoking fetish, but David obviously trusts and loves you enough to share it with you.”

“I suppose,” I mused, rubbing my foot along the laminated floor.

“Do you want to try it?” she asked, brushing my hair behind my shoulder. “I promise you won’t like it, but I can teach you until you do. If you really want to indulge David, that is.”

“But I don’t want to become addicted to nicotine, like you are, no offence,” I said.

“None taken,” Tara smiled. “But that’s the risk you take when you experiment with anything pleasurable, and smoking is exactly that, once you get the hang of it.”

“Is it possible to just do it… you know… with David sometimes?” I felt stupid for asking.

Tara laughed lightly. “That depends on the individual, how strong minded they are.”

“What do you think I should do?” I asked her directly.

“It seems to me that you’ve already made your mind up. I say try it. If you hate it, you can carry on roleplaying,” she reasoned.

“And if I enjoy it?” I looked at her bleakly.

“Then David will have a hot smoking girlfriend.” Tara burst out laughing.

“I’m being serious!” I exclaimed playfully.

“So am I.”

I watched half nervous and half excited, as my sister reached for her pack of Marlboro Gold. She took two out and handed one to me. I couldn’t believe we were about to do this. I wasn’t sure if I was actually going to be able to do it. Smoke? I shivered all over.

“Are you ready to learn, little sister?” Tara smirked.

“Yes, big sister,” I said sarcastically, smiling as I rolled my eyes at her.

“Ok then, let’s do this,” Tara said excitedly. “First things first, how to hold a cigarette properly. It says a lot about what type of smoker you are. You want to look natural.”

Having had lots of practice recently, and having sub-consciously remembered all the times I’d watched her smoking, I wasn’t far off the mark, holding the cork filtered cigarette between the middle and index fingers of my right hand. Tara approved.

“Good. Now show me how you take a drag when you’re role playing with David.”

I tried to show her how I did it, but I couldn’t stop giggling. I managed it eventually, then spent a few minutes pulling fresh air through the filter, until Tara felt I was ready to light up for the first time in my life. She told me to watch her, which she obviously did effortlessly. I felt a little jealous.

“Now, when you light the end, take a shallow drag and try to keep the smoke inside your mouth. Don’t inhale, you’ll only cough your lungs up,” she explained. “Let the smoke cool in your mouth and then just blow it out, got it?”

“Yes,” I nodded, taking a deep breath before I placed the cigarette between my lips.

With shaky hands, I clicked the lighter and positioned the bright, yellow flame at the tip, my cheeks hollowing slightly as I took a shallow drag. It was warm and disgusting, and I did cough on the first two attempts, but then I managed to draw the smoke into my mouth and hold it there, just as my sister had instructed me to do.

“Good. Now blow it out as relaxed as you can,” she encouraged, before taking a deep drag from her own cigarette.

It felt kind of cool, smoking with my sister, smoke curling around us like a forbidden dance. I did secretly judge her for being a smoker, but now I was becoming awed at the way she smoked so easily. If I could smoke like her, then David would be impressed. No way was I going to become a smoker though, just sometimes, if I could get the hang of it.

A few minutes later, I’d ‘smoked’ my first cigarette. Technically I hadn’t because I didn’t inhale, but I did draw it down to the logo with my lips. The taste was awful. I had to brush my teeth several times and chew gum incessantly before I felt normal again.

“You did well, Robynne,” Tara smiled as we stubbed our cigarettes in the ashtray. “Come back later and I’ll teach you how to inhale.”

“I’ll think about it,” I said. “Thanks, Tara, but right now I need to get rid of this disgusting taste in my mouth.” We laughed.

Two hours later, I did return to the misty attic bedroom again. Although Tara and I weren’t the closest of sisters, due to our difference in personalities, we were still close. But as she taught me how to smoke, how to inhale and exhale, we grew closer.

The next day, I came home from a day of intense lectures, to find Tara waiting for me. She held up a packet of vogue cigarettes, the exact ones that David kept in his bedroom. She asked if I was ready to try one, suggesting there was a reason why my boyfriend had chosen that specific brand.

Up in her bedroom, the smoking room as I came to call it, we both lit a long, slim, vogue cigarette, comparing it to Tara’s slightly thicker and shorter Marlboro’s. The taste was still harsh and yet to agree with me, and I was still trying to figure out how best to hold it, but I could inhale short drags now.

“Do you know why he chose this brand and style of cigarette?” my sister asked, tapping the end of her cigarette over the ashtray.

“No, he never said,” I replied, then took a drag, trying to look badass beside Tara.

“This type of cigarette and brand was invented purely to attract women to smoke them,” she said. “They are considered feminine cigarettes for a sophisticated lady.”

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