Charlottesville High School Ch. 02

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This is the second installment recounting the goings-on at Charlottesville High School, in which we learn how Sandy Wright follows Natalie Bettis into the bed of two of her students. It’s a restless faculty; several more teachers may be in line.

As always, all story characters are 18 years of age or older.

* * * *

Four of us, Keith, Dave, Richard, and I, were sitting on the old stone wall in front of the Presbyterian church in downtown Charlottesville, Virginia, hanging. It was the summer before our senior year in high school and we had nothing particular to do. Richard had mentioned that his friend, Mary Ridley, might join us.

Mary wanted to introduce us to Vivian, who had moved from Montana and would be living with Mary and her family for the school year. Vivian’s dad had been a professor at the University of Virginia, but had left for the University of Montana when Virginia adopted a policy emphasizing research over classroom education, a change he opposed. Still, Vivian wanted to go to school at Virginia and it was decided she would return to Charlottesville for her senior year in high school, qualifying her as a Virginia resident, which would increase the chance she’d get in to Virginia and qualify her for in-state tuition. Dr. Ridley was more than happy to help his old friend out.

Now a confession. As I hope I show in these pages, Vivian was a force of nature; smart and wise, mature beyond her years, sensitive and discerning, a free spirit, a good friend and a wonderful listener. I held her, still do, in great respect. Now the confession: when I first saw her walking across the street towards us I saw none of that; what I saw were two large bra-less breasts rocking gently under a white pull over shirt. The shirt wasn’t tight, but with those breasts it didn’t need to be. I paid secondary attention to her curvy body, oval face, and shock of black curly hair that tumbled down to her shoulders.

The six of us hung around the rest of the day. And the day after. Now Vivian and I were the same age, but she seemed older and wiser. After a couple of days I told her that.

“Most guys wouldn’t admit that.”

“Most guys haven’t met you.”

Well, Vivian and I were soon sneaking off to make out and pretty soon after that we were, if not quite a couple, together. She didn’t believe in couples. We were eighteen, still learning and exploring the world. This was no time to set restrictions or define roles.

Two weeks later the gang went to Richard’s lakeside cabin for a weekend. There Vivian told me she and Mary were lovers. When I didn’t object – although I couldn’t identify exactly why, I wasn’t surprised – Vivian seemed satisfied and for the second time in my life I had sex. It was much better than the first time.

I can’t say I was completely comfortable sharing Vivian with Mary, but it was better than no Vivian at all. Part of the problem was that Mary didn’t like me, which, unfortunately, was my own fault. At that time in my life I felt free to turn my sarcastic sense of humor on someone for no reason other than my own amusement. Mary had been its victim. Eventually it all worked out; Mary started dating Ned again, ending her fling with Vivian.

* * * *

Sandy Wright, who taught sociology, was in her third year at Charlottesville High. She was attractive, slightly over five feet tall, slender, with brown hair that reached her shoulders, blue/gray eyes, and a triangular face. She was also one of those teachers to whom girls brought their problems; she was upbeat and always willing to listen to the latest bad boyfriend story. At the start of this year, however, her affect had changed; she was sad, often lost in thought. The rumor was that her husband had left her. Still, the girls didn’t get it: they’d tell Ms. Wright they’d heard, how sorry they were, then start chattering about some guy who, y’know, they really didn’t like anyway, but who hadn’t noticed the change in the part o her hair. Ms. Wright, gamely, tried to listen, but sometimes you could see the exhaustion on her face. Then, one day, Vivian had enough. She heard Jillian, oblivious to Ms. Wright’s pained expression, yammering about Byron, who was just well, oh too stupid and mean; then Jillian’s phone buzzed. She checked it, said, “It’s from Byron, he says he sorry,” and flitted out the door.

Vivian, who had hung in the back of the classroom took hold of Ms. Wright’s hand, and said, “This must be so hard for you.” Ms. Wright started crying.

Vivian and I were supposed to meet for lunch. After fifteen minutes I started looking for her, finding her in Ms. Wright’s classroom. They were sitting in adjoining student seats. Ms. Wright’s eyes were red, her face washed out.

Vivian heard me come in.

“Hey babe, been busy, sorry to stand you up.”

While I didn’t know what, it was clear something serious was happening.

“No problem Viv, I’ll catch you later.”

I stepped out.

Ms. Wright said, “Is Ralph always like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“He wasn’t beylikdüzü escort angry, didn’t complain about being stood up. My husband would have been ranting and raving.”

“Yeah Sandy, pretty much. He’s good to me, treats me well, doesn’t try to change me. He was raised by a single Mom, respects her, respects women.” Then, smiling, she added, “Of course, he’s still a teen-aged boy’s mess of raging hormones.”

* * * *

Over the next few weeks Ms. Wright and Vivian formed what can only be called a friendship. At Ms. Wright’s request, Vivian was designated her student-assistant, sanctioning their time together. According to Vivian, Ms. Wright’s ex-husband (for the divorce had become final) was an abusive jealous narcissistic control-freak asshole (and those were the kinder things she had to say about him) who demanded she account for every minute of her time.

Ms. Wright, in turn, seemed fascinated by Vivian’s background, brought up by hippie parents who emphasized personal freedom and pleasure, and us: “You mean he doesn’t complain when you hang out with the girls on a Saturday night? He doesn’t check up on you? He trusts you?” Over the next few weeks Ms. Wright’s bright hopeful eyes returned and while a few students complained she spent too much time with her new pet, that she didn’t have time for them, the complaint receded. For now when a girl griped about a clearly bad relationship, Ms. Wright might recommend ending it. Not what the kids wanted to hear.

* * * *

I’d asked Richard about spending Columbus Day weekend at the cabin. He said he and Nina were going to Atlanta to check out Emory University, but that his family was not going up and Vivian and I were free to use it. I headed for Ms. Wright’s classroom, the best place to find Vivian these days, to tell her the good news. I walked in to glum faces.

“What’s wrong.”

Vivian explained. “Sandy was going to go out with Ms. Bettis over the weekend, celebrate the single life, but Ms. Bettis just left, said she had a family emergency and had to leave town. Did you talk to Richard?”

“Yeah. He and Nina are going to Atlanta. He said his family wasn’t using the cabin, that we were welcome to go on up.”

Then Vivian said something that surprised me. “Sandy, why don’t you join us. Rustic, but two full bedrooms, indoor plumbing, beautiful and secluded, you won’t see another person unless you really try. Great place to unwind.”

You could see the temptation in Ms. Wright’s eyes, but she said, “Sounds nice, but I can’t. If the School Board found out I spent a couple of days with two students in a cabin, it would be the end of me.”

“It’s a two hour drive from here and completely isolated; no one will know. It’s better then moping around here.”

I will spare you the details. Over the next few days Vivian convinced Ms. Wright to join us. Ms. Wright insisted on taking her own car. We rendezvoused thirty miles north of town so Vivian could ride with Ms. Wright and provide directions.

* * * *

We arrived shortly after noon, fixed sandwiches, and then Vivian and Ms. Wright (Vivian might call her Sandy, I still called her Ms. Wright) changed into swimsuits – modest one-pieces – while I readied the small sailboat. After several hours on the lake we returned for a game of Scrabble – old-fashioned board and everything – before I readied the grill. The ladies chopped vegetables and the constant laughter from the kitchen confirmed, as it had all day, that they were having a wonderful time. After dinner the three of us gathered on the screened-in back porch with a bottle of red wine to watch the sunset.

I sat in an over-stuffed wicker chair; Vivian and Ms. Wright on the couch. The temperature dropped and Ms. Wright leaned against Vivian; Vivian absent-mindedly ran her fingers through Ms. Wright’s brown hair.

As the sun disappeared Ms. Wright said, “You guys were right, it’s wonderful up here.”

Vivian said, “We’re so glad you came.”

I re-filled the wine glasses.

The conversation rambled around. It got chillier; I fetched blankets, laid one over Vivian and Ms. Wright, who in light of the temperature had cuddled up against each other. We were on our third glass of wine when the topic touched on sex. Vivian, giggling from the apparent effect of the wine, said, “So tell us Ralph, how did you lose your virginity?”

Now Vivian knew my story; we’d shared our first time experiences. Her’s, as you will learn, was much more interesting.

“It was last summer. I don’t want to say who, but a friend of mine and his girlfriend found out I was a virgin. They’d tease me about it – good-natured stuff – then one day she called me up, told me it was time. She picked me up, we drove to the Shenandoah National Park, found a secluded spot, she unrolled a blanket, we did it. The problem was I didn’t really enjoy it and I didn’t come. I felt like a clinical experiment. Let’s see what the virgin does?”

Vivian turned to Ms. Wright. “How about you?”

“Oh adana escort jeezum, you guys don’t want to hear my story.”

“Sure we do.”

“It’s not pretty.”

Vivian, her tone solicitous, said, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.”

Ms. Wright thought about it, then said, “You know, I’ve never told anyone about it, but I still think about it. It’s sort of how my marriage went. If you don’t mind, I’d like to share.”

Vivian said, “As long as you’re comfortable,” I nodded my agreement and, after taking a second to gather her thoughts, Ms. Wright said, “My husband was my first. We dated all the way through college, talked about getting married after the first few months. He said he wanted to wait til our wedding night. Then the week before the wedding he went out drinking with some friends and showed up at my place, drunk. He started pawing me, saying I’d been holding out on him, that I was a tease. I told him I wasn’t, that he was the one who wanted to wait, that I loved him, that I was willing. I started to undress, but he said he wanted to do it and pulled my clothes off. He was rough; I got the message: he was much stronger than me, could be physically dominant whenever he wanted to, I should know my place. He got on top, grabbed by breasts, entered me. I wasn’t wet; I was trying to hold back my tears. He came and fell asleep. It wasn’t exactly rape, I’d been willing, but it was far from love.

“What was weird was, although he never said it, it was clear he blamed me for us not waiting til our wedding. Like I seduced him. I should have run for the hills then, but I put it down to the alcohol and we got married. And now I’m divorced.”

Ms. Wright slumped against Vivian, who held Ms. Wright, thanked her for sharing, told her she was brave. I did the smart thing, I agreed with Vivian. Ms. Wright was quiet, processed what just happened, then said, “It was good to get that out. Okay Vivian, Ralph and I have fessed up, what’s your story?”

I knew Vivian’s story. I suspected one reason Vivian started this conversation was so we’d asked her to tell it. What I didn’t know was why.

“Our house was always filled with grad students. The last couple of years there was this particular couple, Rob and Anna; they lived less than a mile from us. They came over a lot and we became friends. There was a lot more freedom with them than at any of my high school friends’ houses; it became the regular spot I’d go after school, to hang out.

“It was a relaxed, pleasant place. My girlfriends were always in a state of crisis about which boy liked them, which boy did not, whether they’d gained a pound, whether their clothes were cool enough, how popular they were, whether they were pretty. The mean-spirited gossip was endless. Rob and Anna’s pad was an oasis.

“Well, they were open about sex and casual about appearances. Anna thought nothing about coming out of the shower with a towel around her waist to fix tea. I’d show up and they’d be in bed, having just made love, naked under the sheets. I’d fetch them glasses of water, sit on the end of the bed, chat, eventually they’d get up, pull some clothes on.

“Now Anna was real intense, real political; a feminist who rejected birth control pills as chemical experimentation on women and questioned whether she should even be in a relationship with a man. She’d been with women; talked about it in front of Rob. He, on the other hand, was laid back, perfect for her. He always supported her, said she had to do her own thing.

“It became clear that Anna was attracted to me and that, if I was okay with it, they were both open to a sexual relationship with me. They’d had other lovers. At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but I wasn’t against it and I liked being with them. Things kept getting more and more comfortable and physically intimate. Anna and I would change together, swap clothes. Rob was more reserved with the nudity, but he was a great cuddler and the three of us would sit on the couch, watch a movie, drink wine, ending up in an intertwined heap. On a couple of occasions Anna and I made out. At some point it became clear to me where all this was headed, that some day I’d be ready, but I felt no pressure.

“At the beginning of the summer we went to some hot springs west of town, a local hot spot for skinny-dipping. We spent the day naked. When we got home we jumped in the shower – you had to get the acidic water off you – and cleaned each other, running our hands over each other’s body, shampooing each other’s hair, and somehow we all understood I was ready. They put on some music, lit some candles, gave me a long sweet massage, then Anna rolled me over and used her mouth on me. I didn’t know a body could feel that good.

“The next day I stopped off at their place. I knew Anna was teaching a class and Rob would be home alone. I gave him my virginity. I was pretty apprehensive, heard it could hurt, but he was gentle and patient and wise and my hymen had long been broken, I rode horses. It was exquisite. The rest of afyon escort the summer I was their lover. We were all close, all loved each other, but there were no demands or expectations, we just celebrated our bodies.”

I was watching Ms. Wright, who was watching Vivian. I saw fascination, not revulsion, on her face. Her first question confirmed my observation.

“So what happened?”

“Anna was accepted into a two year program in Cambridge, England. Rob figured he could finish his dissertation there as well as anyplace else, and made plans to go with her. I considered taking a year off from high school to join them, but after long thought and talking it over with Dad, decided to go with the original plan and do my senior year here.”

“Did your Dad know about this? What did he say?”

“We didn’t discuss the details of course, but, yeah, he knew.”

“He didn’t object?”

“No, my father’s open-minded, sometimes a little too open-minded. He thought there was no better place to explore my sexuality than with Anna and Rob; they were honest, outgoing, kind, no games. I couldn’t agree more.”

Ms. Wright looked at me. “You’re okay with this?”

“Yeah, I can’t say it didn’t take a little time to wrap my mind around it, but really, look at her. Would you change a thing?”

Then Ms. Wright, in a careful voice, said, “So you wouldn’t mind sharing her with a woman?”

I looked at Vivian, my eyes asking permission. Vivian nodded her head.

“When Vivian and I met she was involved with a woman. At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it didn’t seem a reason to give up Vivian. The woman eventually returned to an old boyfriend. I think she was jealous of Vivian and I, but Vivian knows her better than I, she’s the one to ask.”

Ms. Wright looked at Vivian, who shrugged her shoulders. “Who can say?”

The rest of the evening whenever the conversation turned to other topics, Ms. Wright brought it back to Vivian and her sex-life; the subject clearly fascinated her. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but this was no accident; Vivian had something in mind. We finished the bottle of wine. While the ladies enjoyed the night, I picked up. Whenever I left the porch the women talked in quick hushed tones.

Eventually Ms. Wright headed for her bedroom, we ours. I’d wondered about sex on the trip; would Ms. Wright’s presence be an issue? I quickly found out it would not. Vivian yanked her top over her head, exposing her bra-less breasts, kicked off her sandals, pulled down her painter pants. There were no panties; her thick thatch of pussy hair was fully exposed. I discarded my tee-shirt, kicked off my jeans. My underwear came off, my hard dick stood at attention. Vivian, who was usually big on foreplay, pushed me against the bedroom door, kissed my lips, grabbed a condom off the dresser, tore off the wrapper, slid it over my dick.

“I want you inside me.”

I turned her so her back was against the door and entered her. She groaned. She was loud.

Concerned that Ms. Wright would hear us, I nodded my head towards her room and said, “Don’t you think…”

“Shhhhh, she’s hooked.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

I pulled out until only the head of my cock was inside her, pushed back in.

“Mmmmmmhhhhh.”

My next thrust pressed her to the door. I moved slowly, side-to-side, dragging my pubic bone over her clit.

“Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh.”

I entered her again, moved my hips in a long slow oval, twisted my cock inside her, pinned her clit between our bodies.

“Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh.”

My next thrust pinned her to the door. I rocked up and down on the balls of my feet, driving my cock harder and deeper inside her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I slipped out, pushed in. She said “My breasts.” I grabbed her butt, lifted her, took her thick, dark brown areolas and distended nipples into my mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmm, hhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

She locked her legs around my waist. I fucked her against the wall. The sound of the impacts on the door were unmistakable.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh,mmmm, mmmhhhhhhhhhhh,mmmmmmm mmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

She unlocked her legs from my waist; I lowered her to the floor and fucked her hard, over and over. You could hear our bodies hitting the door; her groans were febrile.

“Mmmmmmmm mmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm mmmhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhh”

Each time I drove into her I emitted a short hard grunt. Her moans morphed into a wail.

“Mmmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Then she said, “Pull out.”

I stopped, confused. “What?”

“Pull out.”

I did. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

She grabbed my hand, opened our door, opened Ms. Wright’s door. Ms. Wright, a sheet pulled over her, looked at us. her hand was between her legs. She’d been masturbating.

“Sandy, I’m sorry, I was so selfish. I’m not sure what came over me. All that talk about sex, y’know, it got me all turned on, but it’s not fair to you for us to go at it and leave you high and dry.”

Ms. Wright’s eyes flitted from Vivian to me, down to my dick, back to my face, returned to Vivian. Her hand still pressed to her crotch she said, “I’m not, I’m …”

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Naughty Peeing with Lily

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Part 1

The first time I spent an evening with Lily, it wasn’t by choice. People didn’t really choose to hang out with Lily. She was a stuck-up brat from an all-girls school who liked to talk, at a speed faster than human hearing could keep up with, about numerous posh friends of hers that no-one had ever met. Plus, listening to her sing was a painful experience. God knows why she joined Folk Music Society. She probably wanted a safe environment in which to experiment with being all authentic and working class. We let her get on with it.

Anyway, I’d made the mistake of agreeing to be Lily’s plus-one for a house party the International Society had organised (she was from a village in Hampshire) in the hope that she could be left to her own devices while I chatted up, say, eighty Chinese girls.

“You don’t know where the house is. Are you fucking kidding me.”

“I’m not… freaking kidding you at all! My phone battery died! I don’t even know why it died because it was on 35 percent charge when I…”

“Lily… LILY!”

“You must think I’m a total airhead, Carl. You’re wishing you’d never agreed to come with me, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not. Well… no, I like your company Lily! I’m just wishing you’d written the address down or something.” I gave her my best attempt at a reassuring smile.

“We could go to the computer cluster and I could check the Facebook event?”

“What? It’s a twenty minute walk. I can’t be arsed walking for twenty minutes.”

“Are you going home then?”

“Can we not just stay in town and get nicely pished for a while, then I haven’t made a pointless train journey?”

She blushed. “I don’t understand why people try to get drunk. I don’t see the attraction?”

“Great. You can drink coke. You can be the designated making-sure-no-one-steals-my-wallet-person.”

——–

We were on our way home, negotiating a complex warren of pedestrian walkways and had just come to a T-junction. Lily and I needed to turn right to get to the train station. The left fork led through a covered passage, past a cheap motel covered in scaffolding, towards some university buildings.

“You know you’re actually pretty cute Lily. Why not just… be happy?”

“Right.”

“You don’t like being happy?”

“You’re completely drunk Carl.”

“Okay, well, that’s a shame. Um. Can you wait here for just two secs?” I pointed to her feet, as if to magically halt them in their tracks.

“Why? Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.” I turned left, away from Lily, and walked a few metres into the passage.

She looked confused.

“You’re going to find somewhere with a bathroom? Well don’t just leave me here!”

“I din’ say that did I?”

“Carl, what are you doing?”

I stood in the corner formed by the wall and a scaffolding board and took out my cock. Normally it took me a little while to get things going when there were people around, but with the amount of alcohol I’d taken on, I was pissing a powerful stream onto the wall almost before my cock was free of my boxers.

I had my back to Lily, but the bluish lighting gave her enough clues as to what I was doing.

“Carl!!” shrieked Lily in a voice that was half whisper, half scream. Then composing herself slightly: “Carl, you can’t just wee against a wall like that!”

“You’re right, peeing on bricks izzz bad idea, lots of splashing.” I took a step backwards and directed my piss in a well-formed arc directly onto the ground. The sound echoed noisily around the confines of the walkway.

“Oh my goodness”, said Lily half under her breath. I looked back over my shoulder at her. She had turned side-on to me and was peering out from under her hand.

“Are you peeking?”

She opened her mouth to say something, shut it again and with a flounce, took several steps away from me. I admired her genuine Ugg boots. And her loose, copper-brown hair. And her bottom. Oh, her peachy little bottom. Lily had a gorgeous hourglass frame with broadish shoulders and hips, but barely any padding on it at all. She probably watched her weight religiously, which was kind of a shame. Another inch all over and she would have been in Greek goddess territory.

“I like your b…oots Lily!”

“Yes. Well. I hate you and everything about you. Carl.”

I finished up and give my cock a generous shaking and just a little bit of a stroke to make absolutely sure.

“My name’s not even Carl,” I shouted back to her.

“Yes it is. I’m sure it is.”

I turned round laughing at her and yanked my zip up as loudly and dramatically as possible. “I know my own name, honey.” She turned up her nose quite visibly at the term of endearment. “Carwyn. S’Welsh. Car is short. I mean, short for Carwyn.”

Her wide gaze fell on the river of piss spreading out across the passage from behind my feet. She seemed oddly fascinated by something.

“Les’s go,” I suggested, approaching her.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Wasn’t gonna touch you. Might catch…” I thought extremely hard. “POSH DISEASE.”

We walked on for a minute or antalya escort so in tense silence.

“Have you never pissed outdoors then?”

She hesitated. “Yes I have!” she blurted.

“Really?”

The hint of pride in her voice turned to panic. “Not in the street though! It was on a walk that I was doing for the Duke of Edinburgh award. We had to hide in the bushes when we needed to use the bathroom. It was the WORST THING EVER.”

“Pff. Bushes doesn’t count.”

I looked at her and half-smiled. She looked away quickly, deflated.

“Totally counts,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Why am I talking about this with you anyway? You’re drunk.”

We got the train home.

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Part 2

“They’ve run out of beer. Well that’s just fucking classic.”

Sebastian from FolkSoc was clearly of the opinion that, when a local independent school organised a fundraising ceilidh and told university students about it, they should make sure it was amply stocked with beer.

“It’s a school, man. They don’t have like, vast walk-in fridges here,” I said.

“I don’t care, I’ll drink warm beer. But that,” he indicated the now beer-free trestle table, “I mean, that wasn’t even a token effort.”

A contingent of Folkies decided to “bugger off to the pub”. I declined to join them, on the grounds that I’d met a red-haired Scottish girl, Erin I think her name was, and needed to keep an eye on her in case her clothes started falling off.

“Can you look after Lily, if you’re staying?” asked Seb.

“Oh, I get to look after Lily? Woohoo.” I waved a tiny invisible flag.

“Woohoo?”

“Yeah. Goody gumdrops. Now is the winter of my discontent made glorious summer.” I looked around. “Is she even still here?”

“Yeah, she’s just gone to the loo, we’re trying to leave before she gets back.”

“Okay. I’ll look after Lily.”

“Magic, see you on Wednesday.”

The guys left and Lily came back from the toilet and sat down with me and we drank wine and I looked around for Erin.

“Hey, Slut Two!” came a voice from behind us.

Lily spun round in her chair. “Heyyy, Slut One!” OK, that greeting was a new one on me.

“I did not know that you would come,” said Slut One to Lily. She had a thick accent, I guessed German. “This is your boyfriend?”

“No no, this is Carwyn, he’s from FolkSoc. Carwyn, this is Ulrika.”

“Ulrika! Hi! Is that a Swedish name?”

“Uh, German,” she said, and added by way of explanation. “Ulrik-EH. With an ‘air’.”

“Ulrike with an E,” suggested Lily.

“Hi, Ulrike with an E. How you doing, you enjoying the ceilidh?”

“Yah, it’s very new for me, there is nothing like this in Germany.”

“Well, I guess it’s kind of a Celtic thing.”

Lily piped up. “Have you got something to drink, Ulrike?”

“Yah, I’ll bring my glass here. Have you?”

Lily flashed her a tipsy grin. “I am SO DRUNK my darling.” She’d had two glasses of boxed wine at the most. “This is Car’s fault. He got me drunk. Didn’t you Car.”

“I’ve been alone with her for two minutes,” I explained to Ulrike, who smiled knowingly back.

——-

“Jeez La-weez, how is it quarter past 11? This was supposed to finish at 11. Hey Lily, we have to go get the bus, like immediately now.” I was geniunely concerned. Lily pouted at me. “Come onnn,” I pleaded.

Lily and Ulrike said an elaborate goodbye to each other full of hugging and air-kissing, and then we all walked off in the same direction out of the building. There were a few folks dotted around the courtyard. Lily started drifting away from us towards the block that had the toilets in.

“Lily! We have to leave now! The bus is in eight minutes, you can have a pee when you get home.”

Lily blushed and turned pleading eyes to Ulrike, who shrugged. “If you walk quickly, maybe there is time to piss while you wait for the bus?”

“What?! There’s no bathroom there!”

“Come on ladies, keep walking!” I said. Ulrike headed out onto the street with me, and Lily reluctantly followed.

“Ulrike, seriously, what am I going to do, there are no bathrooms anywhere?” The girls stopped, realising they needed to head in opposite directions.

“If it happens that you’re going to piss in your clothes, then rather piss on the ground.” I loved how Ulrike made it sound so simple.

“I’m not p… I’m not going to the bathroom when there isn’t a bathroom!” Lily stage-whispered.

“Why not, it’s nothing embarrassing.”

“Lily!” I half-shouted. “There’s no time for discussions! We need to go /now/!”

“Okay okay! Bye Ulrike.” She hugged the German girl again. I pulled her away by the arm and we set off at a brisk march towards the bus stop. We made it, just – the bus caught us up while we were still a stone’s throw from the stop, but we waved desperately at it and to our relief, it was stopping anyway to let someone off. We scrambled aboard, and Lily insisted that we sat at the front. Throughout the ten-minute journey she alternated between crossing and uncrossing her legs artvin escort in as ladylike a manner as possible, complaining to me that I hadn’t let her use the bathroom at the school, and giving me a rapid-fire synopsis of the IntSoc social at which she’d met Ulrike, and how there was a Dutch guy there that turned out to be a housemate of someone on her English Lit course, and how /they’d/ met each other because they’d both been giving out leaflets for – no, wait, that was a different guy, the Dutch guy’s housemate was a first year who was staying in a residential flat and not in halls because he was a vegetarian and he didn’t like the meal options they had in halls and so anyway, the Dutch guy knew Ulrike’s friend who was the IntSoc treasurer although actually Lily didn’t think she was a very good treasurer and oh my goodness why didn’t I let her use the bathroom this is so embarrassing…

I tuned out.

We got off the bus on the opposite side of a dual carriageway from the street where we both lived, and made our way down the steps to the underpass. Would Lily really think about taking Ulrike’s advice? She seemed way too refined to do anything like that. But still, she was being a pain in the arse, not to mention blaming me for her predicament, and I thought I’d just push her a little further.

I stopped at the bottom of the steps. Lily was already out of sight around the corner. It was dark – the lights in the underpass hadn’t worked for God knows how long – and there was a conveniently placed storm drain stretching across the entrance. I edged up to the wall, took out my cock and aimed it downwards at the drain.

“Car?” called out Lily, realising I was no longer accompanying her. She retraced her steps, peered around the corner and caught sight of me propping myself against the wall with one hand, my cock concealed in the other. “Car, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Lily. I’m perfec’ly peachy. Just examinin’ this bit of wall.” Come on bladder…

“Car, what are you doing? You know I need to get home! Why have we stopped?”

I let out a splash of pee that hit the metal drain with a very audible ping. Then another. Then a splashy golden stream.

“Oh Carrrr! You’re having a wee aren’t you? You are so terrible! And UNFAIR! And aaaaaagggh…” She bent double as the urge to pee intensified. “Car, you’re making me need to go too.” Her voice sounded a little choked, and I felt a brief pang of guilt. Then again…

“I’m not stopping you, Lily!”

“Shut up! Shut UP!” She walked up and down alongside me with tiny delicate steps, then looked up at the street above. “Someone’s coming Car!” I shut the stream off and stuffed my cock back into my pants – almost in that order – and sprinted to the other end of the underpass.

“Wait!” I waited. Lily hobbled up to me. Hers was the only set of footsteps.

“There’s no-one coming is there?” Lily had tricked me.

“No, there isn’t.” She looked pleased with herself for a second, and looked very deliberately at the tiny dark spot on my jeans. “Aw no, you’ve wet yourself. Poor Carwyn.”

I flicked her a succession of V’s. “I take it you’re not going to take Ulrike’s advice yourself?”

“Of course not. I can make it home. It’s only – aaaaah – ten minutes’ walk. Come on.”

We headed up out of the underpass and along our street. Lily was clenching her legs together and exhaling deeply with every few steps.

“Lily… we’re nearly at my place. Come in and use the loo?”

“Ugh. Fine. FINE. I hope it’s clean. Are there girls in your house?” She visibly relaxed despite her disdainful tone.

We got inside and I showed her to the bathroom. I hovered in the doorway. “Hey, since you cut off my stream just now, you think I could piss in the sink while you use the toilet?”

“What?!”

“I know that’s what you girls do when you go to the loo together.”

“No we don’t! Get out!” Lily literally shoved me backwards and slammed the bathroom door in my face. Then, after a second: “Car, why is there no lock on the dooooor!! Hold the door closed for me!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake. No-one’s going to come in. We all know to…”

“HOLD THE DOOR CLOSED!!”

I held the door closed and almost immediately heard the divine sound of her powerful stream echoing around the bowl. Then just as suddenly, it stopped.

“Stop listening!”

“I can’t stop listening. I mean, I can’t hold the door closed and not hear you.”

“Car, you are, absolutely, /impossible/.” There was a loud splash and the hissing started up again. “Can you please just sing to yourself or something?”

“Right. La la la la la. I’m too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt…”

There was a flush and the sound of running water and Lily appeared in the door. She looked relieved. She was smiling! “Hey!” She hiccuped. “Oh my goodness. I feel really drunk now.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and buried her face in my chest.

“Ah, good evening dear lady!” It was Dominic. Dominic liked to wear interesting hats and call people dear lady. He smiled. “A friend of Mr. Carwyn, are beylikdüzü escort we?”

Lily straightened up and pushed me away. “No. I mean… no! I just dropped in to… I just dropped in for a second.”

“Absolutely, absolutely. Excuse me.” Dominic excuse-me’d past us, beaming benevolently, and shut himself in the bathroom.

“Bastard, it was my turn.”

Lily looked down at the floor tiles, embarrassed. “I’m going now,” she said.

“Right. Uh, have a good walk.”

“Okay cool. Bye.” As she reached the living room door, she turned back to me and stiffened. In her poshest voice, she said, “By the way Car, you are in no way whatsoevah too sexy for your shirt.”

“Noted.”

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Part 3

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[L] Hello Carwyn 🙂

[C] hey lily

[C] how goes it?

[L] I’m well thank you, and you?

[C] yh not bad

[L] Glad to hear it.

[L] I wanted to say thank you for helping me out last night. Sorry if I was being difficult.

[L] You have a nice clean bathroom 🙂

[C] ur welcome

[L] So, Wednesday evening, I wanted to sing something on my own.

[C] ok

[L] And I heard this cool folky song in the diner, and I Googled it and it turned out to be by a Scottish band called Belle and Sebastian.

[L] Are you familiar with them?

[C] belle and seb yeah

[C] not sure they really qualify as folk…

[L] This song sounded like one of the ones Paco was playing last week. I’ve forgotten the title.

[L] The last words were “meet you at the statue in an hour”.

[L] Piazza, New York Catcher.

[C] piaza new york catcher

[L] Yes 🙂

[C] ok fair enough you could get away with that one

[C] so u want me to learn guitar chords for wednesday?

[C] you know it’s sung by a man to another man right?

[L] That’s okay, I’m sure I can change the words so it’s a woman singing it to another woman.

[C] its like a gay love song or something

[C] cool. respect

[L] Oh, I’m a political lesbian, didn’t you know?

[C] …dare i ask what that is?

[L] Well I identify as queer in support of all the women fighting for equal power dynamics in relationships and respect for their reproductive rights. I’m just not sure how attracted to women I am…

[C] lol yeah bit of a drawbcak

[C] so ur a facebook lesbian

[L] Explain?

[C] you put on ur fb profile that you like women

[C] but ur secretly hankering after a bit of the cock 😛

[L] You’re just being rude now.

[C] soz

[C] actually there was a thing I forgot to ask about last night

[C] slut 1 and slut 2???

[L] Oh my goodness, did we say that out loud?

[L] Ulrike and I are going on the slutwalk next weekend.

[C] right, so you gave yourselves slut anmes

[C] *names

[C] imaginative.

[L] Shush you 😛

[L] It was her idea.

[L] I have to go; I have a lecture in 5. I’ll see you at the concert.

[C] i would never have guessed that lol

[C] shit yeah that’s tonight isnt it

[C] 7.30 right?

[L] No 7pm.

[L] Cheery-bye!

[C] am sure you said 7.30

[C] ok see ya

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Lily and I stood shivering under the Symphony Hall portico. “I don’t understand why no-one else was here,” she complained.

“I swear you said half 7 on the email.”

“I don’t think I did. I know it started at seven o’clock. I…”

“OK, shush, I’ve got a text here from Joe: ‘me Jools n Rob came at half 7 n cudnt get in. went 2 lennons. cu there?’ There you go, you definitely said half 7 on the email, and the guys were here at half 7.”

“Dammit,” said Lily. “I’m sorry Car.”

“It’s okay love, I don’t think it was their kind of music anyway.”

“But there was folk music in it!”

“A symphony based on folk songs – a symphony based on /Czech/ folk songs, played by an orchestra – isn’t the same as folk music.”

Lily looked exasperated. “What are we going to do now?”

“Go to Lennon’s. Find Joe and them.”

We went to Lennon’s. Joe and them were nowhere to be found. I downed one pint under the pretext of waiting for Joe to respond to my text, then another couple on the grounds that the bar was much warmer than the walk to the bus stop and Lily was in an apologetic mood and bought them for me, along with a G&T for herself, while talking my ear off about classical music which was a subject I felt capable of nodding sagely along with.

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“Do you know if there’s a toilet nearby?” I asked Lily, knowing perfectly well there were none in the vicinity of the bus stop.

Lily looked teasingly at me. “By that do you mean an actual bathroom, or do you mean an extremely public section of wall in the middle of a street?”

“I am /deeply/ shocked at that remark Lily.”

“Lies. Look over there Car, why it appears to be an extremely public section of wall! I think you should go over there.”

“What, by the mini trees? With all the little spotlights? S’kind of a bit /too/ public.”

“You’re drunk, you don’t care.”

“Not /that/ drunk. ‘Sides. Perfectly good alley over here. B.R.B.”

“Wait. Uh. I need to come too.”

My heart leapt into my mouth. Was she serious?

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I am here for three reasons, first to share stories with others. Next to read stories from others and enjoy them. Last to improve my writing and expression skills. I know I am not perfect however, I have the heart and courage to attempt and I never hide who I am. If you wish to be one of those people who are “Anonymous” and always seem to have something negative to say you are wasting your time. If you see that I have made some gross error be human, be cool about it and send me a tip or suggestion. I have too much confidence and loves for myself to let what you may say influence me to stop writing.

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My friend Sophia was not like most girls, she was a sexy big girl that had style and enchanting looks. She was 5ft 7in, 195lbs but she hid her weight well. Her breasts were huge and everyman would notice them. Once while we were talking she told me she was a 40G, I tried to keep my mouth shut but I was shocked. Her medium length auburn hair with its precise highlights, accented her gorgeous face. She was always perfectly made up and her electrifying smile was so white it could light up a room. Her lips were full and had that fresh pucker look to them. Her brown eyes were the only average thing on her body. Even her hips and ass would make most men and women stare. She had a walk that was seductive and so graceful, it seemed like she was walking in slow motion, and was gliding through the air. Perhaps it was the size 11 feet that she had but her shoes were very the only plane and basic part of her wardrobe.

Sophia and I had become close friends in college, she was a Native American and proud of it. Sophia would often participate in minority school events and was always willing to educate people on her Native American culture. For two years we were friends and I never knew her other side, her wild side. I had never approached her sexually and I had never asked her on a date. She was that cool friend that all the guys knew but no one dated. She would often give the guys advice on dating and things like that. She was just very cool.

It was close to my birthday and she asked me what I wanted. I had to think about this for a second because part of me wants to be nasty but the other part of me remembered this was Sophia. I told her that she could cook something for me and serve it to me in her Native Clothes. She asked me if that was what I truly wanted, it was like she was attempting to influence me to say something else. Her eyes had that look to them she was up to something. Before I could respond she said that I could say what was on my mind, that we were cool friends. With that I told her I had a fantasy, a very sexual one. I was shocked because she did not flinch she just looked at me and listened to every word that I was about to say.

I explained to her that I wanted to watch a women take on four or five men at once. I told her that I wanted to film it so I could always look back on it when I was alone and horny. I then went on to explain that it would be the perfect gift and I would cherish the woman that would give this memory to me. She looked at me and what she said next took my breath away and left me speechless. Confidently she spoke, adana escort “I do not fuck black guys, all of the guys would have to wear protection, and none of the guys could be from the college.”

She went on to explain, “I am not a racist I just did not like dark skinned men.” I was ok with that but it seemed odd coming from a Native American who had brown skin herself.

I was excited, asking “When she would be free to perform for me, and make this video?”

Her answer was clear, “On your birthday,” and with one smooth motion she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “Discretion is a must,” and winked. I could not believe this I was on cloud 9 all day, this had to be a joke but what if she was serious. My birthday was three days away and I had some work to do. I knew where I could get the guys to participate in the film, the local Marine Corps base I had been stationed there so I knew where all the guys would be on this Tuesday night. I went to the old squad bay and the duty at the desk was an old fiend of mine Cpl. Styles.

He was a smooth GQ type white boy from south FL, he was average height 5ft 10in around 185lbs with a blond flat top. He was please to see me and asked me what I was doing back. After hugs and pleasantries I asked if he knew Friday was my birthday. He was shocked and asked if I had plans, or would I come back and hang out with some of the old crew. I told him that I had some plans but I needed some help to make things work. He looked at me inquisitively and asked what type of plans. I told him about Sophia and what she wanted to give me. He had a devilish grin on his face and told me he had just the crew of guys. A few of the names he mentioned I recognized Sgt. Smith a white boy born in Holland but raised in Jamaica, his skinny ass loved to run. He was often teased about his accent, he was 6ft even only 165lbs but he was lean and tough. Cpl. Patrick a tough Irish street boy from Boston. He was proud to be Irish and Catholic, he had crosses and Irish tattoos all over his little body. He was the fighter out of the crew, the shit talker, the one guy who always started a problem. He was not tall perhaps only 5ft 5in or 6in and at 138lbs he would often brag about his high school wrestling day even at age 23.

He also reminded me that the Crown brothers were still on base. They would be perfect, twins that were both physical specimens. They both had the exact same first name and middle initials so we nicknamed them CB1 and CB2 for Crown brother 1 and 2. They were both huge 6ft 5in 260lbs and built like warriors. They lived in the gym and were both contestants in the in the state strongman contest. There were two things you could not find on their bodies, hair and fat, every part of them was solid rip muscle and clean shaved. Sophia would like the crew and this seemed to easy, everything was falling in place.

I set up the reservation for the room and then returned to my college apartment. The next few days were hard for me in more ways than one I was excited. I made sure that I had all of the essential, the camera, tapes, batteries, flavored condoms and all the KY a woman could need. I had called Sophia and told her afyon escort I would pick her up for dinner at 5:30 PM and we would start our night.

Like clock work I was on time and she looked stunning. She wore a pair blue jeans that showed off her long legs, her curvy hips and round ass. High heal black boots and a white cashmere low cut V neck sweater that fit her like a glove and just enough jewelry to make you notice. She grabbed her black mid length leather coat and was ready to go.

We had to travel 90 miles to get to the hotel so I decided to stop and get some dinner before we started our long night. It was at this dinner that I started to learn about my friend Sophia. She was a freak, a closet nymphomaniac, she loved sex and was very experienced. She confided in me over dinner that she had sucked off two professors, three security officers, and one basketball coach this semester. She then went on to explain that she preferred anal sex over regular sex because she wanted to preserve her pussy for her husband. That was not even the entire hardcore conversation, I found that out while eating the salad and breed sticks.

I knew that this night would turn out great, the guys were at the room, I was full and she was ready. She never asked about the guys at all she just wanted sex. She was ready I could see her squeezing her thighs tightly together as we drove. At last we were there and as we walked up to the room I watched her sexy walk up the stairs and I had to grab her ass. She looked back smiled winked and blew me a kiss as she kept walking.

As we opened the door I could see all the guys in the room watching the game but all eyes were glued to Sophia as she walked in the room. I introduced her to all the guys and she seemed happy. The next thing I knew Sophia took command, “I am in control, and here are the 3 rules, wear a condom at all times. Next do not call me a whore or a bitch, I hate those words. And, if you want anal you must be less than 9 inches and not too thick.”

With that it was on I set up the camera and they were ready. Cpl. Patrick was first to take his clothes off and moved in for the kill. He kissed her as the others watched and quickly he had most of her clothes off. When he opened her bra all of us had to stare, they were amazing huge but amazing. Her breast had a firmness to them and her nipples were like the Hershey Kisses candy. She was in great shape for a big girl no stretch marks and a flat toned stomach. When her pants came off and revealed her neatly trimmed pussy the boys all reacted. Everyone started to take off their clothes and Cpl. Patrick had wasted no time. He had put on his condom and was ready to plunge into Sophia with every inch of Irish dick he had. He was not impressive but he worked Sophia the best he could. Pinning her legs over his shoulders and grinding against her as he explored her pussy. She sounded so sexy as she moaned. I was turned on watching, and then the Crown brothers walked over to her face and placed two thick 8 inch cocks in her face. Sophia was smooth and started suck each one commenting on the flavors of the condoms.

This was hot Sophia was taking on three guys alternating alanya escort on the 2 Crown brothers while little Cpl. Patrick fucked her pussy, and I had it all on tape, and I was enjoying every moment. Next Sgt Smith got involved, he came over to the pile of bodies and started to stroke himself and put his cock in the mix. Sophia had no problem sucking him too, and it was about that time for Cpl. Patrick, he moaned and groaned as his pace quickened, he was exploding in Sophia and she was turned on by it. CB1 told her to get on top of him, Sophia did and she took her time guiding his thick long cherry flavored dick into her. I could see her eyes open wider as he opened her up, but she soon had consumed him and had started to ride him like a pro. Watching her breast bounce had me about ready to explode myself, but Cb2 walked behind her and smacked her on the ass. We all knew what that meant she slowed down so that he could start to work his banana flavored dick in her ass, he was thick and Sophia did not protest. He was not gentle and it did not take long for him to have a good portion of his dick in her ass.

You could tell that the brothers had done this to a woman before they moved in unison with each other. It was to rhythmic not to have been practiced. Sophia was loving it she had a few orgasms back to back. Every one was having fun except for Styles he had not made a move he only watched as CB1 and CB2 enjoyed this big round sexy Native American woman. Smith was ready to cum, and I recorded her every suck and lick. She had sucked the condom right off of his dick. Then she smiled for the camera and between moans and powerful thrust from the Crown brothers explained that strawberry was her favorite flavor.

Sophia was great she looked great on camera and she was not shy. She was all into it and as the Crown brother started to cum she was pleased to cumm one more time herself. This was an amazing site Sophia sandwiched between the Crown brothers. They were exhausted and then Styles boldly said my turn. He walked over to Sophia and pulled her away from the brothers and laid her on her back. He started to kiss and lick each nipple. He then kissed and licked his way down to her navel. Next he was between her legs and Sophia opened them up wide for him. His tongue worked her over. He looked up at the camera and joking said fat juicy pussy, my favorite. We all got a laugh out of this but he was licking her pussy for what seemed like an hour all the guys were starting to get mad they wanted seconds and Styles was still between her legs licking.

Then he stood up and removed his pants and exposed the largest dick out of the five guys. Sophia was shocked at first to see a 12 inch cock, but knew she was not going to say no to him after all the licking he had done. He starts to slide in her and we could see that he was working her over. Sophia was panting and begging for him to give it to her. The next thing we knew he was done, he was quick and Sophia was disappointed but as soon as Styles got off of her the others swarmed her. All of them took turns on her for the next 4 hours and 2 video tapes, they fucked Sophia senseless. Sophia loved it and was exhausted she showered and then kissed each guy good bye. She slept the entire drive home and never said a word about this night. We remained friends over the next few years but time and distance got the best of our friendship, but that tape reminds me of one of the best nights I ever had.

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It helps to read part one where my neighbor starts to take control of me by using his incredibly hot step-daughter to start me down the path.

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10am, that was when my life was going to change. Sure, I had already crossed the gender line and cheated on my wife with an impossibly hot 18 year old, but at 10am I was going to fully submit to Mike, my next door neighbor. It was his step daughter, Maddy, that I had an amazing night with and even though she left barely two hours ago after a night of the best and most passionate sex I had ever had, it was not Maddy I was focused on. Prior to receiving her as a gift from Mike, I had dropped to my knees and sucked Mike’s amazing cock and been rewarded with his cum. I had given him power over me and he used that power to make me his bitch. And it had been wonderful. It was continuing that journey that was consuming my thoughts and making my cock rock hard at this point. I wanted to take the next step and truly submit to Mike.

I have always had a submissive side and while I often read stories and had fantasies of submission, this was a real opportunity to submit. Mike understands power, and I was looking forward to giving him power over me. I will let him make my decisions and determine my actions and my focus and my discipline will be centered on obedience. It was exhilarating and terrifying to think about, but like a moth to the flame, the time to back out was gone. 10am was almost here and I was ready.

I was physically and mentally ready as I approached his door. I was about to knock when the door opened and Heather, Mike’s wife stood there. She was dressed sexy. Maddy, her daughter, didn’t get her body out of nowhere; Heather was hot! She wore a pair of faded jeans and a red top that was almost like a fancy bra. She, like her daughter, had a flat stomach and large breasts that were being squeezed together by this alluring top.

“Mike is currently re-asserting his complete control over my daughter. Mike might have given her to you for an evening, but he is her master and she is currently making her master happy. He is both generous, but also demanding. Something you will learn. So, he wants me to prepare you for when he is ready.”

Heather then started down the hallway and it was clear I was to follow. We arrived at a very stylish bathroom and she simply said, “Strip fully.”

I should have been embarrassed, and perhaps I was a bit, but I calmly and quickly removed all of my clothing. Heather walked up and grabbed my hard, protruding cock and laughed, “Oh my, Paula will be so glad to start serving Mike if this is all she has been getting for the last 20 years.”

Paula is my wife and my 5.5 inch, moderately thick cock was all she had been getting. Heather’s comment was both humiliating, truthful, and revealing. It was the third or fourth time that Mike, Heather or Maddy had told me that Paula would be next on Mike’s list. Over the past 6 months Paula had mentioned a few times that Mike had charisma and when she learns he also has her husband as his personal slave AND has a massive cock, there is really no chance that these predictions will be wrong.

Heather taunted me for a few moments while stroking my cock the entire time.

“Think about that moment he reveals his manhood to her and how both humiliating and exhilarating it will be when she asks him to fuck her and make her his. His cock will bring her to levels that you have never been able to and she will quickly and permanently become his fuck toy. Do you think she will hesitate to become his? I don’t. I think she will immediately be on call to him. You’ll get a text that says to send you wife over and she will gladly jump at the chance to submit to Mike’s amazing cock. And the best part is you will be jealous. Not of Mike, but of her.”

And as she said that I started cumming furiously. She kept stroking and I kept having spasms.

“There we go, now your little dick is empty and we can begin the process of getting you ready to become Mike’s sissy slave. But first you need to lick your cum off my floor.”

I said, “Yes Maam,” and I lowered myself down and licked all of my cum like the obedient slave I was. When i was done she grabbed me by the hair and lifted my face up to hers. She was bending down so while I was face-to-face, her ample and amazing cleavage was just inches away. I as entranced.

“Good job sissy, but if you ever call me ‘Mamm’ again I will make you regret the day you were born. You call me ‘Mistress.'”

“Yes Mistress!” I said as she released my hair.

She now explained that she was going to completely shave me because sissy slaves had no need for body hair. And over the next 30 minutes as I watched as my hair swirled down the drain she laid out the new rules that will govern beyliikdüzü escort my life:

1. Always obey Mike. She said this sounds simple but that he will demand things that will test me and I must never forget rule

. She also pointed out that Mike will often just say something like “I would be pleased if you did X” and it is up to me to correctly respond to that with full and total obedience and do X. She told me to never treat anything from Mike as less than an unquestionable command and I will do well.

2. Mike is always in control. She reminded me that while I might have had a great night with her daughter, that only happened because Mike made it happen. She told me my life will never be mine again and that everything I do will ultimately go back to Mike and his control over me. She pointed out that giving him such complete control was what I ultimately wanted (and she was right!).

3. Serve enthusiastically. She explained Mike can be generous and cruel, often back-to-back, but that my demeanor should never change. I was to recognize how lucky I was to be able to serve him and to always serve him with energy and enthusiasm. She pointed out that our body hair removal process was serving Mike, and that I should embrace and be happy that such a simple thing would bring Mike pleasure.

4. Always be ready to serve. Heather said this one sounded easy but actually was hard. She explained that her moods, her other life commitments, who they were with, where they were, meant nothing to Mike. She was supposed to be ready to provide him with pleasure at any time, in any place, in any way he desired. She had come to expect and be ready for the unexpected. She said the fact that she always dresses in something tight and sexy is a reminder to herself that Mike might want her to sexually serve him, or someone else, and she should always be in the correct mindset for that. The clothes help remind her that she is his property and should always be ready to serve. At this point she told me that while Mike won’t require it, it will be best if I always wear panties so I will never forget that I am a sissy that is always just one word away from sexual servitude.

5. NEVER cum, or have sex of any kind, without Mike’s permission. She mentioned that my wife will be his and that I will not be allowed to have any sex with her, of any kind, without Mike’s approval. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate and that it is likely that he will suggest I lock myself in a chastity device and when he does that I should remember Rule

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I listened intently and had various moments of excitement and fear as she explained what giving my power to Mike meant. But ultimately I was committed to being Mike’s property and I decided I would strongly internalize these five rules. Heather had me repeat the rules back to her numerous times as she spread body lotion over my newly shaved body. He touch felt really good and it took all of my will power to not get another raging hard-on.

In the end the process left me smooth and soft, the way a woman would be. I have to admit it felt good and it also seemed the obvious first step. If I was to be Mike’s sissy slave, my wife his fuck toy, then obviously I did not need my body hair as only men have body hair and I was freely relinquishing my manhood to Mike.

Heather stepped back from me and inspected me like a piece of meat. She smiled and said, “how does step one feel?”

“It definitely feels different.” Was my only response. I was running my hands over my body and marveling how I had just given up a key part of traditional masculinity so easily.

“I think Mike will be pleased. He likes his sissy subs to keep themselves hairless at all times. Now one more thing.”

At this point she opened up a box that contained three butt plugs. A smallish one, a medium one, and one that looked painfully big.

“We will start today with the small one while you serve him orally, then switch to the medium one in preparation of him taking your ass later today. The big one is your goal. You will wear a plug at all times, and by the end of this week it will be the big one. Now bend over and since we won’t do anything you don’t want, ask me to insert the first one and start your anal training.”

I bent over, putting my hands on the toilet and asked, “I am pleased to be your obedient sissy slave, so please begin my training and insert the first plug.” As I said it I was actually proud of my commitment to this process and that so far I hadn’t lost my nerve. I was going to be Mike’s property and each of these steps made that a deeper reality (pun intended!).

Heather put a small amount of lube on the plug and wiped a bit on my asshole. She then inserted a finger into me. I should have felt violated, but instead all I felt was desire. A second finger went in and she started to loosen me up. It did hurt a bit, but that was all part of my commitment to Mike.

“I think you are ready.”

With this she positioned the plug and pushed it in. It burned as the fat bodrum escort part entered but then immediately the pain was replaced by a full and very arousing feeling. My cock got immediately hard and she reached around me and wiped some pre-cum that was leaking onto her finger.

“Oh you are going to be a great ass slut if you are already cumming!” She then fed me her finger and I licked my own pre-cum off. As she did this, she used her other hand to start pulling the plug out and pushing it back in.

“Every hour you should spend 5-10 minutes fucking your ass with the plug. That will help you be as ready as possible to accept Mike’s cock where ever and whenever he sees fit.

“Yes, Mistress.” My answer was almost a pant as the arousal from her motions with the plug had me in heat.

“Are you ready to serve your master?” she asked as she jammed the plug fully in.

“Yes Mistress” I responded with enthusiasm (remembering Rule
)!

“It may take you a while to learn to walk and keep the plug inserted. To help you be motivated, each time you have to interrupt what we are doing to push it back in, Mike has asked me to give you five whips with my cane. He wants it to be five every time. In fact, bend over now, as I am going to help you understand how much you don’t want to be in that situation.”

I bent over and almost immediately a sharp crack hit my ass. It hurt like hell. I squealed a bit. Before I could even recover my breadth, she hit me again, and then almost immediately again. My ass was on fire.

“Look back at me. What do you want?”

The pain was blinding but my focus on serving won out. “The final two strokes.”

“Excellent choice!” she said as she hit me a fourth time. She then ran her hand over my ass and explained, “The last one is always the worst. I have a bit of a sadistic side and I always save the hardest hit for last. So tell me again what you want?”

“Please mistress, hit me the fifth time. Mike always wants five and I always want him to be satisfied,”

She laughed, called me an “obedient little sissy” and hit me the fifth time. The pain took my breadth away and I struggled not to cry. I fought thru it and said, “Thank you Mistress.”

“My pleasure” was her response as she laughed. “Stand up and follow me to Mike’s study. Don’t worry, you will be mostly on your knees there so your ass should be fine!”

I followed her doing my utmost best to keep the plug in my ass. The thought of five more strokes was highly motivating.

We entered Mike’s study and she told me to stand with my feet slightly apart, my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed slightly. “This is your normal standing position. Never forget that you are his property and thus will always be in the ready to serve position.”

I assumed the position. She added, “a bit later Mike will teach you your standard kneeling position, and the reality is you will be in that even more.”

As she said that Mike entered. I stayed still and quiet. He walked over to Heather, gave her a big kiss, and then pulled her top down so that it supported, but didn’t cover her breasts. He proceeded to fondle her breasts for a good 3-4 minutes. She accepted his touches without any resistance and definitely seemed to enjoy herself.

“Thank you Heather for getting our neighbor ready for me. Was he a good boy?”

“Yes my love. He is very ready to serve you as you predicted. He has been completely shaved and is currently wearing his first plug. And he has a full understanding of what happens if he does not wear his plugs well.”

“Did you introduce him to your cane?”

“Of course my dear. He was appropriately obedient so disappointingly I only got to give him his five training hits.”

“Hey faggot, my wife, a woman that I love dearly is disappointed. What do you suggest?”

I knew this was my first test. I knew passing this test was going to hurt, and hurt badly. But I answered as I should, “I would encourage her to enjoy herself with her cane until she was no longer disappointed.”

“So you would like her to hit you again?” He was enjoying this.

“Yes sir, because if I have disappointed her, I have disappointed you, and that would be a bad way to start my first day serving you.”

“Well my dear, there you have it. Our neighbor would like you to enjoy yourself. Give me one minute to go grab Maddy as I think she would like to watch. She loves to see you drain the last bit of manhood and resistance out of people.”

Mike exited and Heather came over and started to rub her cane on my body. “I would say I was sorry that this was really going to hurt, but funny thing is, I am not sorry!” She smiled at me and continued to run her can against my hairless body.

A moment later Mike returned with Maddy, who looked amazing wearing a light blue cropped top that showed off her perfect waist, while also being stretched tightly across her breasts. She smiled at me and then spoke to her mother, “I actually enjoyed last night with Jim, but bolu escort I think I will enjoy this even more. I love watching you do your thing.”

Maddy joined Mike on the love seat and he immediately started to massage her breasts. The fact that this all happened so nonchalantly was further proof that Mike truly owned both of these women. He freely groped the daughter while instructing the mother to abuse me. And both seemed happy in their role. For a moment I got lost in my thoughts related to how giving your power to another truly was freeing and then…

CRACK!

Heather hit me on the thigh with her cane. And then without slowing down she worked her way around me connecting with my chest, my calf, my back and my stomach. I felt on fire. She laughed and exclaimed, “I love this!”

She came over to me and ran the cane under my cock and balls and asked “Did faggot boy have a good night with my daughter?”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer or remain quiet. She gave me a quick slap on the inside on my thigh and asked, “Well?”

“Yes Mistress, your daughter is amazing and the most beautiful woman I have ever been with!”

“But who does she belong to sissy boy?” She seemed to be enjoying taunting me and calling me faggot and sissy. I couldn’t argue with her as I was enduring her torture so I would get another chance to suck Mike’s cock and taste his cum!

“Master Mike, Mistress.”

“Yes indeed!” she replied and started another assault on my body. I was now sweating, crying, and praying that I didn’t let the butt plug fall out. She used her cane to abuse me while taunting me. She made me repeat that I was a sissy faggot many times, even though it didn’t stop her assault. Finally after about 20 minutes, Mike spoke.

“Ask her for five more hits, and then five more for Maddy, and then we can be done.”

I was crying from the pain, but I found my courage and resolve and asked, “Please Mistress, give me your cane five more times, enjoying each of the hits!”

She laughed, and said “I am impressed faggot, you have done well. Count my hits and ask for the next one each time.”

Slap. Her cane hit my calf. The pain screeched thru my leg. I fought thru enough to say, “One, may I have the next Mistress?”

This continued thru all five. I was not sure how I was going to keep going when Maddy got off the couch, her breasts now exposed and walked up to me.

“Now ask her for my hits baby. But make me really happy and ask for 10!”

I started to cry at the thought, but was able to look at Maddy as I said, “Mistress, please give me 10 of your best hits to make Maddy happy.”

Maddy stayed right there and stared at me as her mom demolished me with her cane. After the final hit, she leaned in and kissed me and said, “thanks lover boy.”

With that she walked back over to Mike and sat on the floor at his feet. Mike ran his hand thru her hair and all parties involved could see that Mike was in charge.

“Thank you wife for reminding me to never get on your bad side!” Mike laughed as he complimented Heather. “Come here and join your daughter. We just might need to give sissy boy a few minutes to compose himself.”

Heather walked over to Mike, leaned in and kissed him, and then joined her daughter on the floor at his feet. He truly was The Man.

I struggled but finally got control of my breathing and stopped crying. As I recovered, Mike spoke to me.

“As you have just experienced, my power is complete. You completed it and asked for the abuse. I did not order you to take it, you gladly took it knowing that it pleased me. This is your new life. Sometimes it will be pleasure, sometimes pain, but it will always involve you giving me control. I could take what I want from you, but that is not true submission. You must want to give me everything. Give me pleasure. Give me your pain. Are you ready to make this final and official?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good, start by going over to the table over there and signing all of the documents. There is a pink tag where each of your signatures goes. You can ask me what they say, but I would prefer you just sign them.”

I went over to the table and saw the documents. I signed 8 times. I didn’t read them, I didn’t ask about them. I simply obeyed.

“Excellent. One of those documents gives me permission to film and publish any and all interactions we have. So please stand for a moment while Maddy gets the camera set up. We want a nice video of you making your final commitment.”

I waited in the ready position, staying focused enough to hold the butt plug in my ass. Maddy left and returned with a tripod and camera. She then connected the camera to a laptop and turned to Mike and gave him a nod.

Mike began. “Answer each of my questions. What is your full name?”

“James Peter Lammers”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“What do you want?”

“To be your sissy slave and serve you.”

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“Yes”

“Do you want to swallow my cum?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“God yes.” By this point I was so horny I was breathing heavy. This simple ask and answer was so incredibly arousing. My cock was fully hard and all I wanted to do was drop to my knees and taste his cock again.

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It was an interesting week, waiting for Tammy to come home. Interesting for several reasons. The first was the time dilation effect, because the seven days before she was due seemed to last as many months! The second was what she was expecting of me, that I be the one to take her virginity. The third, that she had asked her mom to ‘get him warmed up, ready for me.’

Tammy had been my friend for over six years now, a skinny twelve-year-old beanpole of a tomboy when I met her, but while I’d been away at college the beanpole had transformed into a startlingly attractive young woman. The significant change in our relationship had been the conversion of Tammy from friend, to girlfriend, a slow and subtle process that had almost shocked me when I realized what had happened, but one which now filled me with a quiet content.

Content, yes, but a content that was enhanced by excitement, too, because Tammy’s mom, Jane, had been the one to inform me her daughter wanted me to take her cherry, an excitement compounded by the timing, as Jane told me just after we’d made love, on the day we’d seen Tammy off at the airport. I hadn’t expected to see Tammy again until she came home for the mid-semester break. That had changed when Tammy phoned her mom to confirm her safe arrival, but had told Jane that she’d be home the following Saturday, after her induction week at college, because there’d been a fire in the computer labs, and they needed remedial work expected to take a couple of weeks. Tammy’s timing was – interesting – as Jane had answered the call while she was riding me to climax! And never missing a beat, either.

So there I was, anticipating Tammy’s return the following Saturday. She’d emailed me, and told me she was sending me eight photos. As she’d told me, she was wearing eight articles of clothing. She sent three photos the first day, and would send one a day until the following Friday.

The first three photos had set the stage, without a doubt. The first, a full-length shot of Tammy, in a raincoat which covered her, stockinged legs and strappy sandals showing beneath it. The second, almost the same pose, but discarding her coat, blouse and skirt now revealed, and the third, with her coat removed, loosening her skirt.

Jane and I had slept together on the Sunday night, to our mutually exhausting satisfaction. When we’d discussed sex, after our first time, I’d told her about the ‘fuck buddy’ relationship I’d had with a girl at college, for mutual pleasure without strings attached, and she’d asked if I wanted to have one like it with her, ‘until Tammy comes home.’ Rejection of that offer was never ever a consideration, but we hadn’t anticipated Tammy being home again so soon. Tammy knew about her mom and me – after all, it was her idea! Sunday’s picture had shown Tammy skirtless, the tails of her blouse hiding all but the clips of her garter belt suspenders, and the tops of her stockings. She had adopted a relaxed pose, hands behind her back, a half-smile on her face. Pure tease!

Monday evening, Jane and I were planning another early night, and I was about to open Tammy’s fifth email to me. I was using the computer she had in her bedroom, on which she had set me up a user. She’d even used a photo of herself and Jane in bikinis for my wallpaper. One I’d taken, using Tammy’s camera.

“Jane, I’m just going to open today’s email from Tammy, okay? When I’ve done that, it must be very nearly our bedtime, no?”

Jane glanced at her watch and laughed. “Well, it is almost eight o’clock. Mind if I read the email with you?”

“Of course not.”

Email number five took me by surprise, as there were three photos attached, labeled 5a, 5b and 5c. I glanced at Jane and she shrugged. I opened the first, slightly surprised to still see the blouse, but Tammy had photographed herself unbuttoning it, and I grinned. In the second, she was opening it, and in the third it trailed off her arms behind her, revealing Tammy in skimpy lace bra, matching brief panties, stockings, and a lacy garter belt. There was no trace of the beanpole tomboy now, just a slender and lovely young woman.

I glanced across at Jane, and she smiled. “My daughter looks good.”

“Your daughter looks sensational. Takes after her mom.”

“Why, thank you, sir.”

“My pleasure, ma’am.”

“Swim before bed?”

“Sounds good. See you in the pool. I’ll just switch the computer off.”

We swam for half an hour, showered together, then made slow, delightful love before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. Next morning, when I reached for Jane again, she stopped me.

“Sorry, Bill, curse time, I’m afraid, so no fuck-buddying for a few days. Maybe Thursday, probably Friday, and I’ll definitely be good for Saturday, when Tammy’s home.” She shrugged. “Of course, Tammy might have other plans.”

“Um, yeah. I guess.” I nodded. “Okay. Mom and Dad are home from their trip this evening, so I guess I’ll be sleeping at home in any case. And I have a job interview, Wednesday.”

“Good luck with that, uşak escort but come for a swim, or a chat, Bill, whenever you want. And can you come early on Saturday, so we can go to the airport to collect Tammy?”

“Dawn?”

She laughed. “Not quite. About eight-thirty?”

“I’ll be here.”

“Tell your mom and dad I’ve invited you to stay for a couple of days, for Tammy being home. Okay?”

“Will do.” I grinned. “I guess I don’t tell them what’s planned, then?”

“Best not, I think.” Jane grinned. “Would they understand? Parents can be surprising people, you know.”

“You don’t say.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. They still surprise me, even after twenty-two years.”

It was good to see Mom and Dad again, even though they’d only been away a couple of days. And I do enjoy Mom’s home-cooked food. A lot! I excused myself after dinner. I wanted to check for Tammy’s photo number 6. Only one this time, and she’d noted it ‘cool down time – but it’s a movie!’ I laughed when I realized, as she’d used the movie facility on her digital camera, but all it showed was Tammy kicking off her shoes, smiling at the camera. Roll on Tuesday! I had a bet with myself. She’d either be taking off the stockings, or the garter belt, but not both. I’d soon find out. For the first time in days, I masturbated before I slept.

I didn’t go around to the Burt house on Tuesday, as Jane had told me she’d be out all day. I caught up with some chores I’d been putting off and generally just pottered around all day. Tuesday’s email from Tammy took me by surprise. It shouldn’t have, I was getting used to her slanted sense of humor. Another video, but this time it showed Tammy just sitting on her bed. She stood, turned, and bent over to give me a sensational view of her ass, and the delighted realization that she was wearing a thong. She’d bent to pick something up from the floor and when she turned back to the camera I saw that it was a piece of card. She held it up to the camera and I read on it, ‘Intermission’. She winked, blew me a kiss and the video clip ended. Minx!

Wednesday I was up soon, shaved and showered, and into my good grey suit. Mom gave me the official parental approval – Dad was back at work – and hugged me, before she handed me the keys to her car.

“Drive safe, son, and good luck.”

My appointment was at ten, and I got there at ten to the hour. ‘There’ was Trueman Software. They were small, but had a good reputation. My Dad’s cousin Alice’s daughter Ellen had worked for them for almost two years and had told me they had a vacancy coming up. I’d applied, and I got an interview. Ellen had told me she had played no part in the decision – it was strictly Bill Trueman and his senior partner, Hank Walton, who decided. I was one of three candidates, and the last to be interviewed.

The office was small, open-plan, and busy. There was a bell for visitors, but Ellen spotted me and came straight over.

“Hi, Bill, good to see you again. How’re your Mom and Dad?”

“Fine, just got back from a visit to Aunt Jen’s.”

“Good. Look, you wait in here,” she said, ushering me towards a room off the main office, “and I’ll send Bill in.” She laughed. “I hope you get the job, but two Bills could be tricky.”

“Naah. Just ‘boss’ and ‘serf’ should do it.”

“Your sense of humor should fit,” said a new voice, and I turned. He held out his hand. “Bill Trueman. I guess you’re Bill Evans?”

“That’s me, Mr. Trueman.”

“Come on into the think tank, and let’s get to know each other.”

Trueman was shrewd, amiable, and he knew his programming, but then, I already knew that, from what Ellen had said. He asked some tricky programming questions, but I was on familiar ground there, and fielded them well, I thought. I got the feeling that Trueman thought so, too. It must have been nearly an hour later when he sat back and grinned at me.

“You’re our third candidate of three, Bill, but you’re the best. The job is yours, if you want it. What do you say?”

“I say yes, please,” I said.

“Okay. Keep it to yourself for a day or two, as I’ll need a while to let the other two know they missed out, this time. Now, come and meet the other guys. Ellen said she thought you were good, but she refused to take part in any selection process, as she didn’t want any accusation of bias. I value her opinion, but I could see her point.”

“Ellen suggested my college, same as where she graduated. My girlfriend has just started there. She’s a better programmer than me, in some areas.”

“Is she, now? You never know, we might have another vacancy by the time she graduates.” Trueman gestured. “I’ll be honest, Bill. As new boy, you’ll be getting some – okay, a lot – of the scut work, but I try to make sure everyone has something interesting to work on. We usually have enough.” He laughed. “More than we did, in fact, else we wouldn’t be hiring you.”

“Fair enough. I didn’t expect to start at the top.” I smiled to show that I was joking.

By now we’d reached muglalisahidi.com the other workstations. “Guys, this is Bill Evans. He’s the best of the three applicants, so I’ve offered him a place and he’s said yes. Bill, Ellen you obviously know, since she’s family. This here is Hank Walton, and beside Ellen is Jeff Ellis.”

Walton stuck out his hand. “Welcome to chaos, Bill.” I shook his hand, and he smiled amiably.

Ellis didn’t say anything, just stuck out his hand, nodding. We shook. I found out as time went on that Jeff never spoke much, but when he did, everyone listened.

“We could have a problem, Bill, with two Bills,” said Walton.

“I suggested ‘boss’ and ‘serf’,” I said. Walton laughed, and even Ellis half-smiled.

“What about your middle name, Bill?” said Ellen. I’d been just about to suggest it myself.

“My middle name is David,” I said. “I’m happy to answer to Dave.” I grinned. “At least, around the office.”

“Fair enough,” said Trueman. “When do you want to start? If you’re like me, the idea of earning some money will appeal.”

I laughed. “It does. How about a week next Monday? Gives me time to get myself turned around, and maybe do some revision. You pushed me on a couple of those questions.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Trueman. “A week Monday. You may have noticed, we don’t have a dress code here, so wear what you’re comfortable in.” He grinned. “We hire your programming talent, not your dress sense.”

I nodded. “Fine. I’m more the t-shirt and jeans type, anyway.”

“Do you want something to read over – Dave? I have a spec for a game module. It’s not urgent, but it’s something you might like to look at before you start.”

“Thanks, I’d like that. What time do you want me in?”

“Nine-thirty. We have a flexible approach to timekeeping here. We’re all expected to be here by nine-thirty, unless we have a meeting with a client, but you’ll need keys, and I need to get some more cut.” He rummaged in a drawer and passed me a folder. “Have a look at that. If you have any ideas, jot them down and we’ll look at them when you come in to start. For now, though, get yourself away. You’ll be seeing us again soon enough.”

A few more pleasantries, a kiss on the cheek from Ellen, and I made my way back to Mom’s car. I took a quick glance at the folder and smiled. Just the sort of work I’d been looking for. Great!

I couldn’t keep the grin off my face when I got home, and Mom smiled.

“You got the job?”

“I got the job.”

“Great! Celebratory meal tonight?”

“Up to you, Mom. I don’t need one. Just knowing I got it is enough.”

“We’ll see. Any plans for the rest of the day?”

“Email Tammy, let her know. And maybe go round for a swim after lunch. Jane Burt said to drop by any time if I wanted to use the pool.”

“That’s kind of her. And you’re staying over, Saturday and Sunday, after Tammy gets home?”

“Yeah, Mom. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. Do you think Tammy and her mom would come to dinner, say, Tuesday?”

“Tammy, definitely. Her mom? Dunno, but I’ll ask her this afternoon, if you like?”

“Please. Okay, lunch? Any special fancies?”

“Something light, if I’m going for a swim, and you’re doing a special tonight,” I said, laughing.

Mom laughed. “Chicken salad sandwich?”

“Great!”

“You go send your email. By the time you’ve finished, your sandwich will be ready.”

Mom was as good as her word, and had delicious chicken salad sandwiches ready for us after I’d finished emailing Tammy. We chatted as we ate, mostly about my new job, and the fact that I’d be working with my dad’s cousin. At about two, I excused myself and took myself off to the Burt house. I had my Speedos rolled in my towel, but I knew I wouldn’t need them. I’d just dip them in the pool!

Jane answered my ring, damp, wearing a short toweling robe. Her face lit up, and she drew me indoors. As soon as the door closed behind me she was in my arms, and we were lost in a heated kiss. She broke it, smiling up at me, leaning back in the circle of my arms.

“I missed you.”

“Well, I have been gone for a full day.”

Jane laughed. “A long time! Here for a swim?”

“Yes, please, and to tell you that I got the job with Trueman Software.”

Her face lit up. “Great! Have you told Tammy?”

“Emailed her just before lunch. No answer yet, she’ll be in class. Speaking of food, Mom wants to ask you and Tammy round for dinner next Tuesday. Will you come?”

“Yes, of course. I like your mom. And your dad, even though he reminds me of my ex!” She smiled, to take the sting out of the words. I’d never met Bradley Burt, but I’d seen his photograph. In Tammy’s room. Jane had none on display, but, well, he is Tammy’s father. And yes, he looks a bit like Dad.

“Hey, not Dad’s fault,” I said, giving her a wry smile.

“I know. Come on, let’s swim, and then I think we might just run to a little celebration. What do you say to some Jane Burt special stimulation? Seeing that we can’t fuck because I’m having my monthly visitation from the fairies.” She grinned, taking my hand, and leading me towards the pool.

“You expect me to say no?” I said, squeezing her fingers. “Get real, Jane Burt!”

I was still tingling from Jane’s skilled mouth when I opened Tammy’s latest email. ‘Picture 7, plus bonus pic,’ it read, but there was another email, headed ‘read only after viewing picture 7 and bonus.’ Picture 7 was a still, showing Tammy unclipping her stockings from her garter belt, but the ‘bonus pic’ was another movie. In it, she loosened the garter belt and stroked it across herself, then held it at arm’s length, before dropping it to the floor beside her, but it was what happened next that surprised me, as she sat and sensuously slid her stockings down and off, letting them slither across her before dropping them to the floor. She smiled at the camera and blew a kiss to end the shot.

Smiling myself, I opened the extra email. This time, a note from Tammy, congratulating me on getting the Trueman Software job. But she went on, ‘as you saw from the bonus, I now have two days to go, and I have only bra and panties left to remove. Which means, sweetheart, that there’s a good chance you might see your Tammy naked before Saturday! I’ve enjoyed making these little teasers for you, but I want the reality of us being together to happen now, today, not Saturday! I have to go and change my panties now, as those I’m wearing are soaking. All your fault, Bill, and I expect you to make up for it on Saturday. Can’t wait to be home again. Love, Tammy.’

Well, it looked like I was in for a fun time!

Thursday morning I went shopping with Mom for the groceries. I think I surprised her, well, a little anyway. She was pleased, though, and we just chatted about everything and nothing, enjoying being with each other. When I thought about it, I realized it must have been seven or eight months since I’d last helped her like that, when I’d come home for a college break, before going back to sit my final exams.

“Bill?”

“Yes, Mom?”

“Are you going to the Burt house for a swim after lunch?”

“Yeah, I guess. I like swimming, and it keeps me fit.”

“Do you think Jane would mind if I came along, too, sometime? Not today, I’m seeing your Aunt Carla for a coffee. Next week, maybe?”

“I don’t think she’ll mind at all, Mom. I’ll ask her today.”

“Good, I’ll look forward to it. I really would like a swim.”

Jane laughed when I told her. “That’s anything naughty off the agenda when your Mom’s here, Bill. Sure, tell her she’s welcome. What day, did she say?”

“She didn’t, but I’ll find out and let you know, okay?”

“That’s fine. Guess I’d better make sure I can find my bikini.”

I laughed. “But not today?”

Her grin was pure invitation. “No, Bill, not today.” She grimaced. “No fuck-buddying either, sweetheart. I’m sorry, but I promise, I’ll make up for it tomorrow.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I said. I held out my hand. “Come on, let’s swim.”

When I opened Tammy’s next email that evening, I was wondering what I’d find. That she only had bra and panties left to discard, I knew. Quite how – or whether – she’d remove them, I had yet to find out. Three photos. The first, hands behind her to loosen her bra; the second, easing it off, but still concealing herself, and the third, half-turned, the arm nearest the camera swinging forward to throw her bra onto the bed, concealing most of her breasts, just the lower curves showing, her face turned to the camera, an impish smile on her face. The accompanying note said simply, “Only my panties left, and me on Saturday!”

I laughed, and took myself off to bed. I masturbated before I went to sleep, of course.

Friday was good. Friday was fun. Friday, Jane Burt told me that her ‘visit from the fairies’ was over and that we could fuck before our swim. Or after. Or both. Except that she’d had a panic phone call from her sister, Tammy’s Aunt Tamara – and guess who Tammy was named after – and had to drive forty miles to, in Jane’s words, ‘sort the silly girl out.’

Friday was frustrating. A total bust.

Jane phoned me when she got back, to ask me to be at the Burt house for eight rather than eight-thirty on Saturday morning, so that the two of us could go to the airport to collect Tammy. She apologized, too.

“I’m really sorry, Bill. We could have been having fun, but Tamara badly needs sorting out, ever since her divorce. She has about as much financial sense as a gerbil, or probably less. Anyway, I think I got her pointed in the right direction. Luckily, an old school friend is a financial wizard, and he’s agreed to straighten her out. For a fee, of course, but Tamara isn’t hurting, financially. At least, not yet, she isn’t, so it’s agreed. See you in the morning, and we’ll go and get my errant offspring from the airport.”

I laughed. “Looking forward to it, Jane. Now? Now, I’m going to see what Tammy’s sent me for her final photo. She was down to panties, yesterday. Goodness knows what she’ll send today. But, you know what, Jane? I think the final revelation will be kept for tomorrow, when we’re together.”

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Please be aware there are some derogatory terms but the doesn’t mean I condone racism. Strictly for fantasy play. Thanks to SLWilde for editing the story. Please enjoy and I look forward to your comments.

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Tyrone Jones sits on the balcony of his condo in downtown Scottsdale finishing the last of his blunt then takes a sip of Henny to wash down the funky taste. He is thankful no one is beating at his door to get weed or get laid. He savors the sweet liquid as it washes over his taste buds. The cool autumn air seems to make the drink go down very smoothly. He removes his do-rag to feel the breeze blow across his scalp.

Across the way, he spies his neighbor, Sarah, stepping out onto her balcony. The moonlight gleams off the moisture on her fair skin and makes her wet, strawberry-blonde hair shine. He knows she is staring at him with lust in those sparkling emerald eyes. As if in confirmation, she removes the towel wrapped around her body and leans on her railing to show him her tig o’ bitties. He chuckles to himself, wondering if she just showered because she’s finished having sex with her man or if they’re about to start. Either way, it’s obvious she hasn’t been pleased by David since Tyrone smashed it. From that point on, she would come over every chance she had and walk straight to his bedroom, stripping along the way.

Sarah turns her back to him and gives him a wiggle before wrapping herself in the towel again. He quickly jumps up to shut off his lights, getting ready to watch the show. Tyrone covers his mouth to stifle a laugh when he sees her boyfriend steps onto the balcony buck naked. As she embraces David, she turns him around and pins him against the railing. Tyrone catches her stealing glances at him while her man kisses her neck. Casually, she puts David’s finger in her mouth. Down she goes until she cannot go further and torments him by slowly sucking on his finger. Tyrone laughs very low as he watches David fight to stay standing on his feet as his legs quiver. If not for the railing, he is sure David would’ve fallen on his ass. Before he collapses, Sarah removes his finger and traces it down the sexy abyss between her breasts.

Tyrone knows she didn’t do that for David’s benefit. It’s a signal Sarah created to inform Tyrone she can get away from David to suck his dick. They’ve done it many times at the parties she and David hosted. She’ll give David the finger suck then shoo him off to the store to buy something. Normally, Tyrone’s cock would threaten to burst through his pants when she gave him the signal; he loves her oral skills. Sarah is one of three people who has ever been able to deep throat him. So why does he find himself shaking his head to tell her no, not this time? He knows the reason but doesn’t want to admit it.

He watches Sarah whisper in David’s ear and he suddenly breaks their embrace. Within seconds he is rushing into the condo. Sarah laughs at David’s enthusiasm then turns to face Tyrone. She slowly drops the towel, teasing him and reminding him what he’s missing out on. Those voluptuous breasts dusted lightly with freckles have always swayed him to change his mind…but not this time. She waves to Tyrone and leisurely enters her condo, each step deliberately slow to give him a good view of her bouncing bottom.

Tyrone checks his watch: only an hour until he meets with the person who has cast a spell of wicked wantonness over him. This was not supposed to happen to Tyrone Jones. He’s a lady’s man; women fall at his feet wanting to please him however he wishes, whenever he wishes. If anyone discovers his secret, his notorious gangsta reputation will end quickly. All the street cred he’s built up over the years, gone in seconds if a few texts and social media posts reach the right people.

He blames four people for his current predicament: Connor James, LaVon Davis, and Jenna and Bradley Stockwell. Jenna is one of the hottest white girls he’s ever had the pleasure of fucking. That’s when the problem began, he thinks to himself as he pours another glass of Henny. He savors the drink as memories of the past few months invade his mind.

June

It’s business as usual, a simple task: collect money from Connor James’ sells and give him more product. Tyrone and LaVon arrive at Connor’s to find a party going on which Tyrone doesn’t expect; he doesn’t like surprises. He hopes Conner isn’t acting like a high roller with an endless supply of cash—i.e., Tyrone’s money. If the money is Connor’s, no problem; he and LaVon may stay to party for a while before visiting his other clients.

He spots Connor sipping on wine and flirting with two ladies, flipping his long brown hair like a girl. Tyrone is surprised to see him with women; he’s always thought Connor seemed a little too feminine to like girls…unless of course it’s all an act to get those ladies who seem to eat it up like chocolate. If the ladies like a guy who acts like a bitch, so be it. He’s sure there are some women there who want kayseri escort a real man—better yet, a thug, to give them an experience they’ll never forget. He’ll concern himself with that later; it’s time for business.

Tyrone nods to LaVon who is already talking to a couple of women.

“Connor, what’s up?” LaVon asks in a casual manner, but Connor picks up on the double meaning of the greeting.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Connor says, giving each one a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back.”

Connor leads them up the stairs to his bedroom. For a second, Tyrone

thinks he catches LaVon staring at Connor’s ass and licking his lips. He ignores it, chalking it up to the blunt he and LaVon smoked earlier. They enter Connor’s bedroom to find a couple arguing—a pretty, dark-haired woman and a thin man in a gray suit, his red hair pulled up in a man bun. Tyrone again wonders what’s up with these hot women wanting feminine men.

Connor asks them to leave and, on their way out, the woman’s attention shifts to Tyrone. Her eyes linger on his ruggedly handsome face before traveling to his muscular arms straining against the sleeves of his tight black shirt. Tyrone smiles at her boldness as she is not hiding her interest from the guy she is with. After she leaves, he remembers exactly what her eyes look like: a deep, ocean blue on a sunny day, a perfect contrast to her dark, wavy hair.

“Where’s the rest of the money?” LaVon snaps

“I swear I’ll have it tomorrow,” Connor pleads.

“What the fuck you mean, tomorrow?” LaVon’s deep voice booms with anger. “Ya up in here partyin’ like you somebody and ya ain’t got his money!”

“Let me show you something,” Connor stutters and reaches too quickly under his bed. Tyrone snatches him by the back of his neck, flings him against the wall, and shows his displeasure by slamming his big fist into Connor’s ribs. His body curls into a ball from the pain and he falls at Tyrone’s feet. Connor’s jaw vibrates quickly as he tries to regain his breath to apologize.

“Muther fucker! You tryin’ to get over on me?!” Tyrone yells.

“N…n…no. Under…the…bed.”

LaVon flips over the entire bed and discovers ten keys of Tina. LaVon tosses Tyrone a key.

“Wha’tha the hell is goin’ on, Connor?” LaVon asks.

“I get paid some serious cash to hold it here. They fronted me a few grand, the rest of the fifty Gs they’ll give me tomorrow.” Connor’s nervousness makes him sound like he’s going to cry at any minute.

“How do I know you ain’t gonna gamble my thirty-five Gs away or throw another fuckin’ party?” Tyrone asks.

“I’ll give the thirty-five Gs I owe plus another ten?” he negotiates.

“Consider the ten Gs interest, ya punk ass bitch,” LaVon informs him, emphasizing it by slapping him upside the head.

“Alright, tell you what. Me and LaVon will give you until noon tomorrow…”

“But they aren’t picking up their shit until three…”

“Not our problem, white boy,” Tyrone warns him and draws back for another strike. LaVon stops him by nodding towards the door. They exchange a knowing glance then continue their business with Connor. Tyrone kneels next to Connor, glaring at him. Connor’s watery, golden-brown eyes have a strange look in them. Tyrone begins to wonder if Connor is lying to him because getting beat by a couple of black thugs turns him on. He shakes it off and grabs Connor by the collar to make sure he understands every word about to come out of his mouth, but the scent coming from Connor throws him off—it has a citrus and floral smell to it. Not sure what Connor’s deal is, Tyrone backs away from him and lets LaVon take over.

“Listen up good. Ya got two choices. Pay him tomorrow right after the pickup, or die. The choice is yours. Feel me?” LaVon threatens.

“Yes, da… LaVon,” Connor says and bites his lower lip. Tyrone swears the man’s voice went a few pitches higher. Not only that, did LaVon seem to like Connor’s reaction? He feels he’s trippin’ and decides he needs to get out of the room. He motions for LaVon to leave Connor alone.

LaVon growls, “I don’t trust him,” and puts his hand on the gun underneath his shirt. Quickly Tyrone shakes his head to signal that using a gun is unnecessary at this point.

“Wha’cha got in mind?” Tyrone questions as LaVon takes his hand off his gun.

“I play like a detective, ya kna’, keep his ass under surveillance for the night,” LaVon suggests.

“Nah, too risky. If you’re spotted by whoever this fool’s dealing with, they may get the wrong idea,” Tyrone says.

“Shit, my nigga. I’ll keep low, out of sight. Undercover, yadadamean?” LaVon winks.

“Yeah,” Tyrone laughs, “Under the covers with some bitches.”

Tyrone doesn’t like the idea, but he agrees to let LaVon do his thing. They leave the room ready to visit his next client when LaVon bumps his arm and points at the woman who was in the room earlier. She is sipping a drink through kayseridekifirmalar.com a straw at the bottom of the steps. Tyrone and LaVon give each other a knowing nod. LaVon goes back to Connor’s room while Tyrone decides to introduce himself to the woman. Those lustful blues of hers travel down his body again, this time going further south without any shame.

“S’up. I’m Tyrone.”

“Hi, I’m Jenna.” She grins wickedly. “Did you rough up Connor?”

“Straightforward I see. Nah, not my style,” he lies.

“Oh, that’s too bad.” Her grin disappears.

“Violence get your juices flowing?” He leans over her, placing his hand on the wall behind her. “You freaky like that, Jenna? I know it was you listenin’ in at the door.”

“Ummm… Something like that,” she coyly says.

“I can kick the shit outta the guy you were arguing with if that’ll…” he gets closer to her, letting his full lips brush her ear as he whispers, “…make yo’r pussy wet.”

She smiles and giggles, ducking under his arm and moving past him. She begins to ascend the stairs, only pausing for a second to look over her shoulder and reply, “That won’t be necessary.”

Tyrone follows behind her admiring her sexy, swaying ass. Not bad, he thinks to himself, but he’s a breast man and her blessed breasts are the size he likes. They find an unlocked room, but there is a half-dressed Asian woman with a drunk, chunky white guy. Tyrone suggests they leave, but Jenna convinces Tyrone to let them stay and watch them. At that moment, Tyrone knows he’s found himself a freak. His instincts tell him to leave her alone. His libido, though, commands him to get his freak on.

Without hesitation, Jenna sits on the bed and pulls him toward her by his waistband. She rubs her face on the crotch of his jeans and slowly pulls down his zipper. Her hot breath on his hardening manhood gives him jolts of excitement. She teases him through his underwear and sticks her tongue through the fly of his boxers. He likes how her tongue goes up and down on him. She pulls his pants and boxers down in one movement and gasps in surprise. He grins—he loves seeing a woman’s shocked expression when they first see his dick. She is mesmerized by the impressive size, and he says, “It’s not even hard yet. You think…”

Her shock doesn’t last for long. Before he can talk shit, Jenna wraps her soft, moist lips around the head of his dick. His fingers tangle in her hair as she swirls her tongue around the head then attempts to cram his shaft down her throat. The stronger his erection grows, the more aggressive Jenna’s oral attack becomes. She forces his massive cock further down her throat, choking herself on him. Her loud slurping urges him to tangle his fingers in her dark locks and work his cock in and out of her hot mouth. When she tries to take him to the hilt, Tyrone groans his approval loudly, but what causes him to blow his first load sooner than expected is feeling her tongue snake out along his shaft. With a loud grunt and a “Fuck yeah,” he blasts her throat full of his cum.

“Da-yum girl,” he breathes.

Weakened, he falls on the bed next to the nude Asian woman who is now eyeing his softening cock. Her man is passed out on the other side of her, his limp dick wet with salvia. He forgot they had an audience in the room. The Asian woman slides towards his crotch.

“Hi, I’m Xia,” she says seductively. “Can we share?”

“Depends.” Jenna’s wicked grin returns.

“On?” Xia plays along with her.

Jenna takes the back of Xia’s head and yanks her forward, kissing the woman deeply. Xia responds by letting Jenna have her way with her before she guides Xia’s head toward Tyrone’s cock.

“I’m sure he’s got plenty left in him for the both of us,” Jenna giggles, then moves around Xia to push the passed-out man off the bed.

“Thank you,” Xia smiles and begins rubbing Tyrone’s ebony cock. Slowly she takes it into her mouth. A groan escapes his lips as he feels her squeezing his head into her mouth, the heat and wetness giving him another hard on. Threesomes are nothing new to him, but with Jenna he may experience an entirely new level of freakiness. She begins to demonstrate it by pushing Xia’s head down to force more of his hardness into her mouth as she bites and nibbles the Asian girl’s neck. Xia moans on his cock, the vibration making him harder as she struggles to keep it in her mouth. She finally comes up with a deep gasp for air, and her wet lips entice Jenna to kiss her again.

Tyrone strokes himself watching Xia strip Jenna. Xia returns to his cock and raises her ass in the air. Jenna gets behind Xia and spanks her ass before diving into her wetness. The real beneficiary of Jenna’s swiping tongue is Tyrone. As Xia goes down his cock, he feels the head penetrate her throat as she gags. He feels an evil naughtiness creep up on him, he takes Xia’s black, silky strands and holds her down on his cock. Her eyes water as she gags, saliva running out the corners of her mouth.

“Mmmmm…” Jenna purrs into Xia’s pussy. She lifts her face long enough to encourage Tyrone, “Choke her with that big fuckin’ black dick.”

Xia’s gagging and slurping coupled with Jenna’s dirty talk get to him and he has to release before he blows another load. Suddenly, Xia falls on her stomach, shaking and twitching; Jenna’s face glistens from the girl’s explosive orgasm. Tyrone crooks his finger at her. She crawls seductively over Xia and he grabs hair, pulling her face to his tongue. Her breathing becomes rapid as he reaches between her legs, feeling her juices dripping on his fingers while he licks Xia’s juices from her face. He moves to roll her over on her back, but she stops him.

“I want to watch you fuck her,” she points to Xia.

“Mos’ definitely,” he grins.

Jenna moves to the bottom of the bed as Xia raises her hips and keeps her head down. She wiggles her ass and he slaps it. A sharp gasp comes from her but he knows she’s into that shit. He rubs the thick head of his shaft along her pussy, watching her lips bloom like flower petals. Slowly he pushes into her wetness, enjoying her oohs and aahs as she stretches. Most likely she’s never had to accommodate a monster cock like his.

“Fuck… ah… fuck yeah!” she squeals.

He smacks her ass. “Take that dick, girl.”

He does not expect her to have the reaction she does. Her moist sex squeezes down on his ebony monolith, squirting her joy juices on him. An incredible sensation begins to overwhelm Tyrone—it feels like a velvety glove of warmth pulling at him, massaging every inch of his hard cock and trying to milk him dry. He grunts, thinking of the “accounts” he needs to collect money on and tries to envision himself counting the cash. It barely works, but he stops his orgasm.

Once he regains control, he almost loses it again when he looks down at Xia’s face, flushed red with light beads of perspiration on her forehead. She’s biting her lower lip as her dark eyes shine with post-orgasmic pleasure. She brushes a strand of hair from her face and looks him right in the eyes. No need for words—he’s seen that wanton desire in many women’s eyes after he puts his cock in their pussy. He wants to pound her, yet he knows if he tries that, he will not last five minutes.

Taking her hips firmly, he grinds against her, wanting to knock the bottom out of her vajayjay. Her sharp gasp excites him, making him grind harder. Her body trembles against him, causing him inhale sharply at the eroticism of a petite Asian woman on the end of his hefty, dark cock. He has been with many women, Asian included, and in many threesomes, yet this one is exciting him more than ever. He checks on his new kinky friend who is diddling herself, and her intense stare of lust makes him begin to bang against Xia. He hammers Xia’s wet sex as he watches Jenna’s fingers dig deeper into her slick pussy. He can smell their femininity enticing him to make these women his.

Suddenly, Jenna stops her finger fuck and she rushes towards them. She lifts Xia’s moaning face and slides underneath her to reach her pussy. Xia’s tongue and lips immediately attack Jenna’s dripping lower lips. Jenna begins tongue lashing Xia’s clit then switches to Tyrone’s beast as it slides in and out of Xia.

“God damn… you bitches are fucking too much!” he shouts as he fights the urge to cum. He cannot hold off any longer and announces his orgasm.

“Shit, I’m cumming!”

Jenna stops her oral assault on them.

“Mmmm… Fill her pussy up, baby. Give her that black creampie.”

Xia spasms as orgasm after orgasm rocks her body. Her juices spill over Jenna’s face and along the big black cock that is causing her to lose her mind. He finishes and pulls back to admire his work, but it doesn’t last long. Jenna’s flipping Xia onto her back and lapping at her deliriously, as if it’s her last meal. While trying to catch his breath, he watches the show before him. When his cock starts to stir, it surprises him. Tyrone thought for sure he’d need a longer rest. He lines himself behind Jenna and plunges into her, bringing a very loud gasp and shout from her.

“About fucking time!” she screams out.

“Girl, I’m gonna make this pussy mine,” Tyrone grunts.

He smacks her ass, banging into her hard. She continues to eat Xia’s luscious pussy until the poor girl passes out. Tyrone hammers at Jenna’s pussy, enjoying the nasty wet sex sounds coming from it. It puts him into overdrive and he flips her over, raising her legs to rest on his shoulders before forcing his cock back into her until he bottoms out. She wraps her legs around him, her nails digging into the back of his shoulders.

“Fuck that pussy!” she encourages

“I’m gonna wear yo’ shit out until you beg me to stop.”

“Do it! Take that pussy, mother fucker, take it!”

He uses all his hip strength to grind hard in and out of Jenna. She takes everything he can give and she throws it back at him with hip undulations of her own. She seems made for his cock and to fuck only him.

It doesn’t surprise him one bit when she tells him to stop so she can get on all fours.

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“I have a proposal for you, Miss Lynley.” Captain Lucius Bramwell’s dark eyes glowed and there was a seductive tinge in his smooth voice that I had never heard before. In the past two weeks since embarking from London, we had tea in his quarters each afternoon and he had never been anything else but a gentleman. Now, the sensual glimmer in his raven eyes spread to the rest of his darkly handsome face, the features strong and masculine, as if they’d been chiseled from stone.

I set the delicate china cup on its saucer, lest I spill any of the amber fluid with the sudden trembling of my hands. My heart increased its speed under the layers of bodice and corset of my dress. “I beg your pardon, Captain?” My palms dampened under the lace gloves I wore. “A proposal?”

The captain shifted forward in his seat. He was a mere few feet away on the settee and I could feel an energy, simmering and raw, enclose me as he moved. A lock of his hair, the color of black silk fell over his high forehead, lending him an air of danger. His exterior was that of an English gentleman, commander of the tea clipper that was carrying me to my fiancé in Ceylon. His tailored captain’s coat, breeches, and polished boots belied the coiled beastly power raging within him. “Aye,” he answered softly. His voice sent tendrils of heat into the bodice of my dress and beyond my control, my nipples hardened against my corset. “I can protect you from entering into an arrangement I know you dread.”

My heart pounded. Somehow, the man before me had come to understand that my impending marriage to the man who awaited me in Ceylon was an arrangement for other than love. Of course, this was true. My marriage to Charles Grimley was purely one of social and financial advantage to my father who had not managed the family estate properly in the last ten years. “How did you know?” My voice escaped in a whisper as the heat in my bodice slipped down through my belly, into the crevice between my thighs.

He raked his hair back with one large strong-looking hand and I suppressed the wicked desire to have that same hand on my breast, squeezing and fondling it. “I’m not a stupid man, my dear,” he said, his lips tweaking in a smile. “Anyone who gave half a care could see how sad you look, how you imagine a lifetime of enslavement to a passionless cad, which I happen to know Lord Grimley is.” He leaned back, studying me, a knowing look playing in the chocolate brown pools of his eyes.

I imagined he knew the sensual effect he was having on me.

“In out afternoon conversations these past two weeks, I’ve listened to you, to the details of your life you’ve chosen to reveal,” Captain Bramwell went on, “and you spoke of your first husband, God rest his soul, with affection in your voice, but not with passion.” He paused and bore his dark gaze into me again. Spikes of heat shot along the slit of my sex. He was making me want him with a force I’d never known before, and I suspected such was his intention.

He erzurum escort moved closer to me, so close, the clean scent of his shaving soap wafted enticingly in the air around us, along with a deeper, more masculine scent that roused me to such a fury, I began to tremble. In my twenty-six years of life, I’d never had a conversation of this nature with a man, and found it releasing something from deep inside me, something a lady of my breeding should never release. I wanted desperately to run my fingertips along his clean-shaven jaw, to feel the light roughness of his whiskers against my tender fingertips.

“So what is your proposal, Captain?” I could barely speak above a whisper for the blood raging in my ears, coursing through my body, engorging my inner sex. My body grew languid and pliant, moisture seeping from between my thighs, preparing me for his possession. At least, that’s what I desired.

His sensually masculine lips curved in a wicked grin. “Finally, you ask the right question, my dear,” he breathed. His voice had fallen to a husky tenor, his broad chest rising and falling heavily. He leaned in closer, his breath a warm caress on my skin. “My proposal is this. You give yourself to me. Whenever I want you, you let me have you without hesitation, and when we arrive in Ceylon, I’ll make certain not to deliver you to Lord Grimley. Not only that, you will be a free woman, free to choose your own course with my assistance to carry it out.”

I gasped and stared at him, my mind swirling. My breathing grew shallow and my skin tingled hotly as one emotion after the other ran through me, the foremost being the desire for such freedom. I splayed my hand over my chest. The second most, fear of what he could possibly ask of me in return. “Why?” I breathed. “Why are you saying this to me?”

His grin faded and his eyes darkened, glowing with desire. He reached out and picked up a wisp of my auburn hair, feeling it between his fingertips. Releasing my hair, he brushed the same fingertips across my cheek, over my mouth, the pad of his index finger pushing into the seam of my lips. Before I realized what I was doing, I flickered my tongue on his flesh, tasting its salty roughness.

He smiled and pushed his finger deeper into my mouth. I danced my tongue around it, and began suckling and pulling on it, a fever raging between my legs. I’d never behaved like this in my life. I’d known only garden parties, balls, servants and lying back to perform my wifely duties. Not the erotic heat that Lucius Bramwell deliberately stoked in me. He pulled his finger from between my lips and skated his hand downward, rubbing it in deliberately, firm circles over my right breast. His touch sent waves of fire right through the wool serge of my dress. My nipple peaked under his ardent caress and my chest heaved with arousal.

“Miss Lynley, does this answer your question? Don’t you think my powers of observation would discern the raging whore ghpops.com underneath your prim, lady’s exterior? Don’t you think I’d want some of that for myself?” He moved closer to me on the settee, leaning over me, grazing his lips across mine. “Answer me.”

His musky scent filled my nostrils and I felt drunk as if I’d had too much champagne. “Yes,” I breathed, my eyelids fluttering closed and his hand ventured underneath my skirts, his fingertips teasing the sensitive swollen flesh of my sex over the flimsy linen of my drawers.

“Yes, what?” he whispered.

“What am I to call you?”

His eyes glittered dangerously and I felt a moment of fear followed by another surge of seep arousal. “Master.” He looked down at my, lightly pinching the fleshy lips below between his fingertips. The sensation rippled through me and I fell back against the cushions. “Yes, Master,” I breathed.

“Yes. I know that’s what you want.”

“It is.” My hands began working the fastening of his breeches. The deliciously hard bulge in front pressed against my thigh, rousing my desire to feel him, to take him in my mouth, to have him sheathed deep inside me. I graze my palm over the effulgence, eliciting a groan from deep inside him.

He lay back. “Take me in your mouth,” he ordered in a husky voice.

“Yes, my lord.” I slipped to my knees and opened his breeches. He lifted his hips so I could lower them down. I pulled open the tie on his drawers and freed his erection from its confines of clothing. His member was large and hard, springing from a base of silky thick hair. My mouth watered at the sight and I smoothed my hand over the shaft, the skin satiny smooth, ridged with veins. I closed my mouth over the head, running the tip of my tongue along the crest of it. The captain groaned and surged more deeply into my mouth, sheathing himself in the warm moistness. I slid my tongue and lips up and down on the silky hardness, my hair coming free of its pins.

I felt his hand lace into my hair, pulling me further onto him. He tasted deliciously musky and his moans filled my ears. I grew wild and devoured him with the growing hunger he’d released from deep inside me. When I glanced up, he was watching me pleasure him, his dark eyes dusky, his face flushed from my ministrations.

To my surprise, he did not let me continue and withdrew his cock from my mouth. “Undress,” he ordered. “I’ll have you now.”

The hard urgency and mastery in his tone sent slivers of heat through me and I felt the wetness seeping rapidly from my sex. He watched me undo the buttons of my dress and peel off layer after layer of petticoat, chemise, drawers and corset, until my full breasts with hardened rosy nipples were exposed to his view and his gaze raked over them and downward over my blond thatch of curls, now glistening from my musk.

Reaching out a hand, he tugged me back onto the settee, his eyes glowing with hunger. I stared back at him, running my tongue across my lips, loving the freedom he’d already given me to surrender to my deep desire.

“Open your legs,” he ordered in a voice tight with lust.

I obeyed and he dipped his large fingers into my sex, spreading the lips open, feeling the glistening pearl of my desire, and gathering my musk onto his fingertips. He spread the cream onto my lips and leaned down. “Taste yourself,” he said.

I licked my lips, tasting my own tangy flavor. The satisfaction in his gaze shivered through me, rousing me further. I moved to sit up and help him undress, but he pushed me back down. “Perhaps I should call in some of my men,” he said, his tone feral and dangerous. “Let them have a taste of you as well.”

His words stoked the already raging fire. “Whatever you say, my lord,” I breathed, my hips writhing under his gaze, desperate for more.

To my delight, he pulled my legs apart and leaned his face downward, burying his mouth in my sex. His tongue stroked my clitoris in languid strokes and he held me down firmly with his strong hands while he had his fill. When he took the nubbin between his lips and tongue and suckled hard, I exploded. The waves of bliss ripped through my entire sex, into my belly and I cried out, my fingers winding into the velvety soft richness of his hair. He licked and sucked my clitoris until every bit of pleasure was wrung from it and then lifted his face, my musk gleaming on his lips and chin.

He raised himself up over me and pressed his lips to mine, at the same time yanking off his coat and shirt with such force, I heard the buttons clatter to the wooden floor. Eagerly, I laved his skin clean of my juices with my tongue, spreading my legs wide apart to take his cock deep inside me, my fingertips raking through the thick mat of dark hair on his now exposed chest.

In one firm hard stroke, he sheathed himself deep within my sex and braced himself on the edges of the settee, grinding against me with the same firmness with which he’d held me down. His powerful thighs flexed as he took his pleasure, perspiration gleaning on his forehead.

His mastery roused my hunger once again and I threw my head back, my breasts thrusting upward toward him. His hot mouth closed over one nipple, sucking it greedily while he moved inside me. The intensity brought me once again over the edge, and the spasms of anther orgasm shimmered through my sex, my muscles tightening around his cock.

He groaned, the velvety sound tight from deep in his throat. His body jerked and I felt his warm seed filling my womb. He moaned as the last convulsion of his climax moved through him and he collapsed gently on top of me, breathing heavily, his erection still hard inside me. “My darling,” he murmured into my hair, one large hand entwining in my unruly hair. “I knew you were for me the moment I saw you.”

I smiled, languidly caressing his hair and his broadly muscled back. “Thank you, my lord,” I whispered. He had asked of me only that I gave myself to him completely, body and soul. I knew then, that when the moment came that I could choose my course, as he’d promised, I choose to remain with him.

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A Bit Of Fun In The Woods

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Most of what follows is true. I’ve changed the names to protect the real ‘Gary’ and ‘Jessica’.

L.J.

“Hi Gaz, how’s tricks” Archie’s voice boomed out as he approached across the saloon bar of the Rising Sun.

“Not so bad. I got one in for you.” Gary indicated a pint of Boddingtons waiting on the table ready.

“Good man. I’m surprised that new girlfriend of yours has let you out.” Archie sat down and took a long pull at his pint. “You seem to be spending all your time with her, completely ignoring your old muckers.”

“Hey, lay off my bird. Anyway, she’s off with her mum shopping. They’ve gone into Manchester, you know, that Trafford Centre.”

“What’s she shopping for, wedding dresses or a ball and chain, maybe?” Archie laughed. He wasn’t the sort to let his mate off the hook that easily, indeed, their joshing was all part of the ritual; a mutual piss take that communicated their deep friendship ever since they had met at college. Gary was now working in I.T. whilst Archie was a ranger or some such for the council. Even when Gary had met Jessica and fallen head over heels in love they still kept their Friday evening drink together as part of their lives; their way of touching base.

“You’ll never guess what happened to me last night.” Archie started after a good half of his pint had disappeared. “I was up on Barton Fell, you know the place.”

Gary did indeed know Barton Fell; half nature reserve, half leisure amenity its deciduous woods covered several square miles of rugged countryside. On Sundays the car parks were full but mid week it was the perfect place for a quiet walk. He and Jessica liked to take a spin out from time to time and watch the sunsets; well, that was their excuse, anyway.

“So, I’m working on this new hide out by the tarn near where the grebes are hatching and yesterday I only went and left my binoculars there.” Archie continued. “I nearly left them be but I’d promised the nipper we go star gazing and they’re just the thing for a youngster to use so, there I was, well gone nine at night, heading through the woods towards the tarn. I was a bit rushed so I cut across country, worked my way up Pismire beck and right in the thick of it I suddenly hear voices. More than that, it’s a woman’s voice and she’s calling out ‘Stop, stop, please stop!'”

Archie took another long sup of his ale.

“Well,” he went on. “I’m not going to leave a damsel in distress, am I? On the other hand, if I go blundering in then the blighter who’s doing this will run off and they’ll never catch him. So I go slow, softly, softly, like.”

Gary smiled at the thought of Archie going softly softly but, having been out on a badger watch with him he knew that the big man could move very quietly when he needed to.

“I creep up on them and there, in a bit of a clearing I can see this woman, completely starkers, hanging from a tree… no, not like that, you berk, hanging by her wrists, like.” Archie held his arms over his head to demonstrate. “He had a bit of rope over a branch and he’d tied one end off to some leather cuffs around her wrists. She’s not off the ground or anything but she’s pretty helpless. He’s holding a riding crop and laying into her like there’s no tomorrow. Then he lays off for a while and he’s right in there, groping her cunt and giving her tits a good old feel. I thought I’d got me a right pervert so I put on my best park ranger voice and I’m in there.”

“Stop that! Stop that at once!” Archie mimicked himself, trying to sound as official as possible. “Before he knows what’s hit him I have him over and on the ground with his wrist up behind his back in a half nelson. I was pretty pleased with myself, to tell the truth.

“So?” Gary was intrigued. “Did you call the cops?”

“Nah, I’m busy giving this guy a little talk about how he should treat women when she chimes in, tells me off for hurting him! She’s still hanging by her wrists but now she’s giving it lots of ‘Stop it, leave him alone, you big bully. Get off him, you’re hurting him.'” This time Archie mimicked a woman’s voice. “There I was thinking I’m rescuing some poor bint from a fate worse than death whereas it turns out they’re husband and wife enjoying a bit of hankie-pankie. I let him up and turn my back while he unties her and she puts on a bit of clothing and then it’s all embarrassment, sorry, won’t do it again, sort of thing. I’m still playing the stern park ranger but inside… hah, it was all I could do to keep from pissing myself with laughter.

“So what did you do?” Gary asked.

“Nothing, what was I going to do? It’s not really a police matter, it was just a bit of fun, no one was hurt, well, not more than they wanted to be. Silly thing is they’d have been fine if only they’d have gone over the other side. There are plenty of spots over by Blay Tarn where they would have been perfectly safe. OK, so it’s a bit of a trek from the car park but that’s the point, isn’t it? Now, your glass is empty, ready for round two.”

Without waiting for an answer Archie got up and went to the bar. Two more pints of Bods were on their way.

*****

After edirne escort the second pint Gary made his excuses and left. Jessica was due over by nine thirty and he wanted to be home ready and waiting. He was fast learning that it did no harm to do a quick tidy up to his bachelor pad before she arrived. He’d never felt like this before about any woman, she was special, very special, and if she liked the place spick and span then he was glad to oblige. Secretly he admitted to himself that she was right; he had become a bit of a slob in his bachelor years and he was glad that she was looking after him, making him live up to what he knew he ought to be.

In particular he changed the bedding. Jess, lovely sweet, adorable Jess, made it quite clear that her favourite thing was getting into a bed with freshly washed bedlinen and, given what happened once she was there, he was more than glad to oblige. She was a tigress between the sheets and Gary smiled to himself in anticipation as he smoothed down the covers and squared away the duvet. Archie might take the piss but this one was different, this one was special and, if she was checking out wedding dresses, well, he hadn’t proposed yet but they both knew it was only a matter of time. He had never felt so blissfully happy.

At nine thirty he heard her car pull up outside and his heart leapt. He rushed to the door to let her in and she was still in the hallway when they were in their first clinch. He’d put aside a sloppy movie for them to watch but, somehow, they never got round to it but rather they put his pristine bedding to good use again, and again, and again. Finally satisfied, for a while anyway, they snuggled down together under the covers.

As they chatted Jess told Gary all about the shopping trip and, no, wedding dresses weren’t involved, this time at least. That done Gary told Jess about Archie and what he had come across in the woods.

“God! What a hoot!” Jess laughed as Gary got to the punch line. “Imagine how embarrassed that poor girl was. Mind you, that could be part of the turn on.”

“What do you mean?” Gary asked.

“Well, that’s the point of doing it outside isn’t it? She’s dangling there stark naked, unable to run and hide if anyone comes; half the thrill must be the risk of discovery. It must be a different thing when it actually happens though. Not that you’d ever catch me like that. You on the other hand…”

“What do you mean?” Gary asked carefully. The atmosphere was still light and jokey but there was something else, some other undercurrent going on.

“I mean, my messy friend,” Jess tweaked his nose playfully, “you’re not going to get me tied up like that but I can imagine having you hanging naked from a tree. Maybe a good smacking might teach you not to leave your boxers in the middle of the bathroom floor – again.” Jess was half joking, half serious. “And something, maybe it’s that wistful look in your eye, tells me that you wouldn’t be completely averse. Is that what you want?” Jess rolled on top of him and knelt up straddling him, pinning his shoulders to the bed with his arms.

“Please, please, Mistress, please have mercy on your humble slave.” Gary said in a jokey voice.

“Oh, you’ll have to beg much harder than that!” Jess joked back and she bent forward and kissed him, a kiss that went on and on as, once again, they discovered just how much pleasure could come from the physical side of their relationship. And with that the subject was closed but both knew it was far from over.

*******

It was Saturday morning maybe a week or so later and Gary and Jess were, once again, cuddled up in bed together.

“Gaz, honey.” Jess started. “Do you remember what you were saying, you know, the other night when you told me that story about Archie finding the couple in the woods.”

“Umm…” replied Gary.

“Well that got me thinking and I’ve done some shopping…” She rolled over and reached out to her hand bag which was on a chair beside the bed. When she rolled back she was holding a pair of wrist cuffs. “Why don’t we see how these fit for size?”

“Where did you get those?” Gary was amazed. This was far beyond simple handcuffs.

“Anne Summers.” Jess replied simply. “After seeing you so excited about Archie’s little story I thought I’d do us both a favour. Now put your wrists out, there’s a good little boy.”

Gary didn’t hesitate to do as he was told and Jess positioned the cuffs around his wrists. They were fastened by buckles and, simply held in front of him, he would have no problems undoing them himself. However, Jess had been ready for this. She reached back for her handbag.

“Hands above your head, that’s the way.” She produced a short length of chain and two padlocks. In no time the cuffs were attached to the headboard and now there was no way he could twist his wrists and reach the buckles. She lay back down next to him.

“Does that turn you on?” She asked sweetly. “Judging by the state of this…” She gently teased her finger tips along his rigid penis. “…I’d say you’re just loving every cansoc.org minute of it. Well, does it turn you on?”

“Yes, Jess.” Gary replied.

“Ooh, bad boy! It should be ‘Mistress Jessica’ when you’re wearing the cuffs, shouldn’t it? Now let’s try again. Does wearing the cuffs turn you on?”

“Yes, Mistress Jessica.” Gary’s voice was guttural; a mixture of nerves and excitement seemed to slog his throat; he had no idea just how far Jess was going to take this.

“Maybe I should take you out to the woods, smack that pretty little bottom of yours, would you like that?” All the time Jess’s fingers were playing with Gary’s penis but gently, just teasing, and she was delighted by how hard he was, how obviously aroused.

The truth be told it wasn’t just Gary who had been turned on by Archie’s story. Jess too had felt the thrill and, although she hadn’t said anything, the thought of having Gary strung up in the woods was very alluring. When she’d found herself in town passing Anne Summers she couldn’t resist popping in and, whilst the fur lined handcuffs had seemed ideal at first the more she thought about it the more the wrist cuffs were more suited to what she had in mind. They wouldn’t cut into the flesh so much and he could wear them for longer.

Now that it was real, now that she had him at her mercy it was a whole new thrill and it awoke a little devil inside her. Sure, she wasn’t, and never could be, the heartless cruel dominatrix, she loved Gary far too much to hurt him in any real sense of the word, but, if he was as willing as he looked then there was plenty of fun to be had playing along. She could tell from Gary’s breathing that, despite her going slowly on his penis, he was close to coming so she stopped and kissed him gently on the lips.

“That’s enough of that.” She said as she pulled away and sat up.

“But… but… but… Jess, please…” Gary stuttered. He’d been so close and now the need from his groin was urgent.

“What did you call me?” Jess feigned anger.

“I’m sorry, Mistress Jessica. Please, please don’t tease me. I need to come. Please.”

“That’s better but I’m still not sure you’ve got the message. I decide what you do or don’t need, is that understood?” Jess was enjoying this.

“Yes, Mistress Jessica.” Gary said resignedly.

“Good. Now, if you’re going to come you’re going to have to earn it. You can start by kissing my nipples.” For the next hour or so Jess continued to tease. From time to time she’d break off for a while, making herself a cup of coffee, for example, before returning to Gary and, once again, playing with him, bringing him to the edge. Both knew that this was just a game, that Gary could call a halt to it at any point but, for all his frustration, for all his unresolved need, there was no way he wanted to stop and his ever rigid penis was testament to that. Finally Jess looked at the clock. It was ten thirty; the day was slipping away.

“If we’re going to get into town before lunchtime we need to get on with things.” She said matter of factly as she got up off the bed.

“But… but… but…” Gary spluttered. “Please Mistress Jessica, please; I need to come so badly.”

“Do you deserve to come?” Jess asked, sitting back down, her fingers once again returning to his penis.

“Deserve…” In time Gary saw the trap. “No Mistress Jessica, your slave can only beg for mercy.”

“My slave, eh? I think I like the sound of that. Tell me how much you love me.”

“You’re my Goddess, my one, my only, oh, Mistress Jessica I love you so much I… Oh… Ahhhh…” Every muscle went into spasm as Gary came, great gobbets of jism shooting from him, covering his chest.

“Hmm… You did need that, didn’t you?” Jess laughed. “Now let’s get you out of those cuffs and get on with the day. You go and shower whilst I clean up round here.”

It was well gone eleven before they were in the car and on their way into town.

“Gary…” Jess was thoughtful. “I had a lot of fun this morning but… look… I don’t want it to take over. I want us to be Gaz and Jess, most of the time. I want a partner, not a slave, but, now and again…”

They pulled up at some lights so Gary had a chance to look across at this women, this perfect woman, this woman he loved.

“Jess, darling, absolutely. I know just what you mean.” He said

“Mind you, I still want to try a session in the woods.” Jess returned.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Gary replied. With that the lights turned green and, as they pulled away the conversation turned to other things.

******

Over the next couple of months bondage play became a regular part of Jess and Gary’s sex life. By gently pushing the limits they found that, apart from the bondage aspect, there was a D/s side to their relationship and, one time, after Gary had left the bathroom in a state, again, “Mistress Jessica” decided it was time to show her naughty little slave just what happened to untidy slobs. A little experimenting led her to Gary’s table tennis bat and she soon discovered that a bright red backside did nothing to diminish his rock hard erection. Furthermore, whilst Gary had never been reticent about offering oral sex he was now getting lots more practice and becoming far more proficient in knowing exactly what turned her on.

Spring rolled into summer, July turned into August and Britain experienced one of those rare heat waves with daytime temperatures up into the high eighties. Gary was working away in the data centre when his mobile rang.

“Hi there honey.” Jess purred once he had answered. “It’s far too hot to work. How about we bunk off early and have some fun.”

Jim looked at the rota. He, like Jess, worked flexible hours and he had enough in reserve so he called over to the boss and pleaded domestic emergency. Just how much his boss believed him is moot as, half an hour later, he was away from the office and pulling into the car park outside where Jess worked and five minutes after that they were free. He was delighted to see that Jess was looking bright and summery wearing a short skirt and a light blouse. Her legs were bare and on her feet was a pair of strappy sandals. Instead of her normal handbag she was carrying a holdall that looked quite heavy as she shoved it on to the back seat. When Gary asked what was in it a curt ‘you’ll see when the time comes’ was all he got in reply. A quick discussion on where to go ruled out most of their usual haunts as being to hot, too indoors or just over done. When Jess suggested a spin out to Barton Fell Gary agreed at once. It was maybe a twenty mile drive but Gary’s sports car made light of the distance and, in no time, they were pulling into the main car park.

The woods were nigh on perfection. It was quite cool in the dappled shade and, being midweek, it was pretty peaceful. At first they walked together hand in hand down the main pathways but, more and more they strayed and, as they got deeper into the woods Gary couldn’t resist pulling Jess to a stop and, pinning her to a tree, kissed her long and hard. Naturally his hand strayed to her thigh, up under the hem of her skirt and was heading for all points north but, as his fingers reached the elasticated leg of her panties he was firmly told to wait.

“There will be plenty of time for that later, don’t you worry.” Jess whispered. “Doesn’t this heat make you horny? It certainly does me.”

At that point Gary’s restraint nearly broke but a party of school children on a nature trail approached. Fortunately they were noisy enough that Gary had time to get his hand out of Jess’s skirt before they got too close.

At six-o-clock Jess suggested that they eat at a nearby pub which had a good garden where they could sit out and enjoy the weather. Gary’s main hunger was for something other than food but he knew better than to demur and they went back to the car park, retrieved the car, and drove the five miles or so to the Rose and Crown at Duck Green. The weather had brought the crowds out but, after a short wait, they found a table and ordered.

As they chatted together over the meal Gary started to realise just how much the woman opposite meant to him. Maybe it was the two pints of Boddingtons he’d had with the meal, maybe it was the unrelieved tensions in his groin, maybe it was the perfect afternoon they’d just spent together or maybe, maybe it was that this was the one for him, his one true love. He was nigh on the point of proposing there and then but he hadn’t got a ring and proposing without a ring just wouldn’t be right. By the time they had finished the sun was getting low. Hand in hand they walked back to the car.

“I’m driving.” Said Jess firmly as they approached the car. “I know you with two pints inside you. You may be legal but you’re not safe. Hand over the keys.”

It said much for their relationship that Jess was the only other person allowed to drive Gary’s precious sports car and, without demur, he handed over the keys and got in the passenger side. Jess got in the driver’s side and they drove off, out of the car park. It wasn’t long before Gary realised that they were not heading back towards his flat, or hers for that matter, but were, once again, heading deep into the countryside.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“Can’t you work that out?” Jess said, playfully.

“But this is the road back to Barton Fell.” Gary said. Then the penny dropped. “Are we going to…?”

“You betcha!” Expertly Jess steered the car through the narrow country lanes and, minutes later, they turned into the car park and drew to a halt. “Grab the bag from the back and follow me.”

They got out of the car and Gary took the holdall out of the back before Jess pushed the switch that put the roof up and locked the doors. Then, with a purposeful stride she headed off into the woods.

Gary was beginning to realise that she had planned this all along. After all the bag had been there right from the start. Furthermore the afternoons walk hadn’t just been for pleasure, judging by the assured way she was taking turn after turn she knew exactly where she was going. He was pleased to see that she had remembered Archie’s comments and they were heading towards Blay Tarn. It wasn’t long before they came to a clearing, a patch of soft turf tucked away under the overhanging branches of a mature beach tree.

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A Highland Holiday Pt. 01

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Mike invited me to spend a couple of months at his parents place over the Summer Break, far up north in the remote Scottish highlands; I had nowhere to go, and nothing else to do, and I’d never been to Scotland, so I gratefully accepted.

We were class mates at Imperial College London, both third year students majoring in mechanical Engineering. Our studies were difficult, the pace was frighteningly harsh and people dropped out in to easier courses all the time. Mike was my only close friend, we didn’t have much time to socialize as there was always another exam coming up, and each year by the end of the summer term, we were both physically and mentally exhausted.

Rumor control said final year was even more brutal than the other three combined, and we had a 3 months break before we dove back into the madness, a few weeks, or months, relaxing in the quite of the highlands was just what I needed to refresh my batteries.

My dorm was closer to the tube station and I was watching the BBC comedy “Monarch of the Glen” when Mike turned up on the night of our departure.

“It’s not really like that Joe” he told me “well, not entirely anyway.”

“I’ll find out” I replied “but after last year, I could use some laughs.”

We caught the overnight sleeper from London to Glasgow, then a regional train to Inverness, and finally a local train over towards the Kyle of Lochalsh. As our journey progressed the trains got smaller and slower, and the scenery become wilder, and remote.

Our connections had been on time, something of a miracle Mike told me, and we pulled into the Station just before two in the afternoon. His mum was waiting for us in the car park, sitting behind the wheel of a Gold Toyota SUV. Mike waved to her, and we rushed over, dumping our bags in the boot before jumping into the back seat.

“Have you had anything to eat?” she asked.

“Just some British Rail sandwiches, Mrs. Cameron” I answered for both of us.

She laughed “Call me Michelle, I think a late lunch is in order” she looked at me, “I can use the time to explain some things to you.”

We shared a bottle of wine over a pleasant lunch. Cullen Skink sounds awful, but tastes wonderful, a gamey pheasant in raspberry sauce was followed by and apple and orange marmalade pie, Scottish cuisine wasn’t nearly as bad as TV made out.

As the waiter cleared the last of our dishes, Michelle asked Mike and me to come with her. We went up a narrow staircase carpeted in some unrecognizable tartan faded from years of wear, to a bedroom at the back of the hotel. Two small suitcases were laid on the bed. Michelle’s I assumed.

I’d never asked Mike just how remote his house was, but after 18 hours of riding the train, I was ready to stand still for a few hours. If we still had a long drive in front of us, I’d prefer to get another room and rest here for the evening.

At a nod from Michelle, Mike lifted one suitcase, smiled at me, and disappeared into the bathroom.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what it is that I need to explain?” I never replied just stood looking out the window, waiting “Mikes sister died when she was 18” Michelle was sitting on the bed, a lit cigarette in hand, “it was a tragic accident, but it drove his father crazy, she was the center of his life, and afterwards he was severely depressed.”

“He went to several psychiatrists, none helped, as time passed I grew more and more worried. I expected to find him slumped over his desk one night, discharged shotgun in hand” she took a deep draw on the cigarette, reliving that time was obviously painful “Colin’s world was shattered, he was stuck in that moment and he always would be, unless we could find a way to snap him out of it.”

“OK” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Mike knocked on the door “Not yet Mike” she said “I’m telling you this, so that in a few minutes, you will understand what you’re seeing.”

She continued “I had to come up with a creative solution that would allow my husband some semblance of living. Mike loves his father very much, and he agreed to be part of my plan, although it causes him a great deal of pain.”

“Now darling” she called to Mike.

The bathroom door opened and Mike came out, my eyes were immediately drawn to the long blonde wig he was wearing which reached down to his waist “Meet Fiona” his mother said.

“What the Fuck!”

“It’s the uniform of St George’s school for Girls” Mike told me “it’s in Edinburgh, Fiona studied there.”

I was stunned, my best friend, the man who helped me master math when I struggling during 2nd year, was dressed as a Scottish Public Schoolgirl, and carrying it off. He stood wearing sensible shoes, a just above knee length red and blue tartan skirt, a red jacket with blue lining and white blouse.

He was made up, pretty well done actually, he’d obviously had some practice, and he looked very feminine and at least 5 year younger.

I was staring at Mike, Michelle was sitting on the bed, she’d lit another cigarette and the acrid rize escort blue smoke was quickly filling the room, Mike was looking at me, nervous and worried.

“My dad thinks I’m Fiona, coming back for a quick break before heading off for my gap year” he told me “We’ve done this every year since she passed away.” He came and sat beside Michelle on the bed, and her arm reached around and pulled him in close. “He’s never even noticed I’ve not started first year yet.”

“This is where it gets difficult” he said.

“Mike, you’re standing their pretending to be your 18 year old sister; difficult doesn’t begin to cover it.”

“No Joe, I am my 18 years old sister, we all have to believe that, or maybe Dad won’t.” he paused for a few moments, “can you handle it?”

I smiled “It will take a little while to adjust, I wish you told me beforehand Mike.”

“I couldn’t explain this to you sober, mum thought it was better that we just rip the Elastoplast off so to speak.”

“I could use a drink right now.”

Michelle spoke up “We’re not finished Joe, if we bring you back as Fiona’s boyfriend, you won’t have a moment’s peace, he’ll be watching you like a hawk making sure you’re not getting into her knickers.”

“Uh hu”

“If we bring you back as her girlfriend, he’ll leave you alone, he just needs to see Fi for a few days over the holiday, and he’ll be good for months.”

“Mike!” I was looking at the second suitcase on the bed, I had a pretty good idea were this was going.

“I know it’s a lot to ask Joe, and if you can’t handle it, of course you’ll be my boyfriend, or you can head back to London, I’ll understand” his eyes were pleading “Please stay, you really will enjoy the highlands, and I’m not sure I can’t do this alone for much longer.”

He looked like he was going to cry, fuck, poor guy, as if the pressure of Uni wasn’t enough, he had this to deal with.

If it wasn’t for him I’d have dropped out of Uni last year. I’d probably be flipping burgers or something right now, he might not know it, or mention it, but I owed him. I was here for peace and quiet, not being harassed every second by a crazy father, so the question was, could I handle a little dress up?

I took a deep breathe “Well, if we’re going to do it, we’d better get started.”

Michelle came over to hug me, as did Mike, “Thanks Joe” he said “thanks ever so much.”

His mother gave him the cars keys, then shooed Mike out of the room with instructions to wait on us, then she told me to strip and hand over my clothes.

“Michelle, I, I” I had never been naked in front of a woman before, well maybe my mum, but not since I’d first started playing with myself.

“Just think of me like your Doctor Joe, you can undress in the bath room if you want, but I’ll need to help you get dressed, so.”

There was no real choice, and soon I stood in front of her stark naked “I’ll keep these” she told me taking my clothes and putting them in a bag “I’ll give them back to you when you leave, I just can’t afford any slip ups. “

She looked me over “You’re a very attractive young man Joe, I like what I see” she grinned at me “but from now on, your name is Josie.”

I blushed, and concentrated on keeping my cock from hardening in front of her. She sorted that issue by helping me tuck it between my legs, and then using some theatrical tape she secured it in place.

She opened the suitcase and helped me get dressed, white hold up stockings, white cotton panty and bra set, and the same uniform as Mike “You’re both in your senior year, prefects, and captain and vice-captain of the hockey team.”

“I know nothing about hockey.”

“Neither does Colin “she laughed “girls’ sports bore him, he won’t ask you a thing about it, but you need details to hang a story on.”

She took me into the bathroom and applied my makeup. The wig she had selected for me was a shoulder length bob cut, “Strawberry blonde” she said, “Scottish boys have a thing for Red Heads”, I blushed, I hadn’t considered we might meet other boys or men when I agreed to this, but it was too late to back out now.

I was given quick instruction on how to walk, talk, sit, stand, how to get in and out of the car, information was coming at me very fast “Don’t worry, we’ve been through this before” Michelle said “Mike and I will be there to help you every step of the way.”

We came out the back door of the Hotel, Mike had moved the car into the rear car park and with my hand in her arm, Michelle helped with my first unstable steps as a girl. My senses were overloaded, the shape and feel of the panties was very sexy, then the breeze touched me under my skirt, I was suddenly feeling very feminine, and I liked it.

I got into the back of the Toyota with Mike “Mike” I said quietly, my voice full of embarrassment, “I’m getting a hard on, will this tuck hold.”

“Call me Fiona” he looked at me and I saw something I’d never seen in his eyes before, I blushed a little “we’ve got half an hour Josie, bostnews.com if you can’t get it under control; we’ll need to stop and let you handle it.”

The idea of masturbating at the side of the road while Mike and his mother sat in the car was exciting, I could feel my cock get a little stiffer, damn what was happening to me.

I started to concentrate on my breathing, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale; thankfully I felt my cock gradually soften under my skirt.

We arrived at Cameron House on time, it was a fucking castle, standing below a rugged Scottish Mountain, Grey Granite, Crow Step Gables, Turrets, Arrow slits, I goggled at Fiona, she live in a Movie set.

“My dad’s the laird, 18th in line, going back to the 14th century. We’re not rich, it takes a lot of money to keep an old heap like this up and running, but we manage, we get a bit of income from tenant farmers, and the rest from the hunting and fishing set.”

“It’s beautiful “I said.

Fiona laughed “wait until we get up there” she pointed towards the mountain “the light, the smells, it’s a different world, if you’re up for it, we can take a walk after dinner.”

“Won’t it be dark” I asked.

“We’re really far north Josie, we won’t lose the light until midnight. After that long train ride, I want to get up into the hills, get some blood back in my bum.”

The only staff his parents had living in house was the cook, so we took our own bags inside and dropped them inside the front door; I heard another door open at the end of the hallway, to the right hand side of the mahogany staircase which rose majestically from the center of the marble hall.

Colin Cameron came rushing along, grabbing Fiona in a bear hug; he spun her around, her legs flying out a little as they spun “Oh my Fiona, welcome home.”

She hugged him back, both laughing “Dad, this is Josie; she’s my best friend from school.”

“Welcome to Cameron House” he said, I too received a bear hug, but I was willing to bet he hadn’t casually groped Fiona’s bum during hers. I thought about that for a moment, this man had just felt my bum, and I wasn’t worried about it, I actually felt quite good about the whole thing.

“Thank you for having me Mr. Cameron.”

“Nonsense” he said” any friend of Fiona’s is always welcome here. Dinners ready.”

Dinner was all produce from the estates farms; potatoes, something called neeps, a type of turnip apparently, and Haggis. Fiona had a great deal of fun at my expense explaining exactly what a Haggis was, how rapidly they bred, how much time her father had to spend hunting to keep the population under control, I grew skeptical when she started on them having short legs and long legs and running around the hillside clockwise only.

“That’s nonsense Fiona” her Mother disapproved “is that any way to treat a guest. Haggis, Josie, is the lining of a sheep’s stomach with a sheep’s heart, liver and lungs; minced with onion and oatmeal”

I think I preferred Fiona’s explanation, but it actually tasted really good.

After Dinner Fiona took me to my room, it was next to hers. In the closet I found more women’s clothes, the chest of drawer under the window had all sorts of interesting things in silk and satin. Fiona popped her head though my door “hiking boots, tweed skirt, Army Jersey and the Yellow Northface Jacket, 10 minutes down stairs” she breathlessly gave me my instructions, then rushed to her own room to change.

We walked slowly up hill, Fiona had suggested I go ahead; she wanted to be behind me in case I ran into trouble. She told me to keep to the path, the heather to either side could be treacherous to the ankles, and we start to gain height.

We had been walking for about an hour, we could see Cameron House far below us now “Are you peeking at my bum Fiona” I asked. During our ascent I’m sure I had seen her surreptitiously ogling me a few times.

“Eh, well the thing, is, hmm, it looks really nice in that skirt Josie” she stumbled through an explanation.

As before when her father had groped me, I realized I honestly didn’t mind. “Fiona, we’ve been climbing for quite a while, what about a rest?”

I pointed to a large round rock just off to the side the path, we sat down with our back to it, and drank from our water bottles, looking out across the most splendid view I had ever seen. The mountains were greens and browns and purples, rugged, occasional obscured by a light mist, and in places outcrops of bare grey granite pushed up out of the colour. The light was made by god for an artist’s pallet, if you could bottle the smell you would be richer than Channel, I had never really been an outdoors type of person, but I was very happy here.

“Joe” Fiona started.

“Josie” I replied “I’ll find this easier if we keep thinking of ourselves as girls all the time Fiona.”

She looked at me “I don’t know why you agreed to do this, but it really helps, and I really don’t know how to thank you.”

I don’t know why I said it, maybe it was the cool breeze playing under my skirt, maybe it was the clothes, maybe it was the roll playing, or maybe it was just everything “You could try kissing me.”

She looked at me slightly startled, nodded, and leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips, I was smiling at her with my eyes, I let my teeth gently bite her lower lip, her tongue entered my mouth, and my tongue rose to meet it, we rolled away from the rock to land in the heather, I ended below her, and we got down to some serious making out.

After about 10 minutes Fiona came up for air, “God Josie, what are we doing?”

My hand reached for her neck “Making out” I said pulling her back down. My cock was struggling against its hold between my legs, I was pretty sure Fiona was having the same dilemma, but my situation resolved itself as I shuddered and felt myself wet the back of my panties.

Fiona stared at me, “Did you just come?”

I nodded.

“Lucky bitch” she laughed “oh shit, we’re losing the light; we better get our pretty arses back down the hill.”

Michelle was waiting for us at the front door, a knowing smile on her face, “did you enjoy yourself girls?”

I blushed, “Yes Ma’am” and hurried up the stairs to my room.

I had a quick shower, put my wet socks and soiled panties into the hamper at the foot of the bed, and quickly slipped into a white satin nightdress which stopped just above my knees. The memory of Fiona lying on top of me, her hands feeling my bum, her tongue exploring my mouth, was still powerful and my cock got hard again.

At least now it was free, a tent pole for my nighty true, but free. I struggled against the feel of the smooth Satin against my cock; I desperately submerged into my Ipad, trying to distract myself from the hardness. After half an hour I had got the situation under control without resorting to self-abuse, when there was a light knock at my door, “it’s not locked” I answered.

Fiona came in wearing a remarkable similar night dress, perhaps a bit lacier than mine, I lowered my eyes and smiled, her cock was obviously free too.

She lifted the light quilt “Scouch over Josie.”

She took the lead again, and I lay back as she kissed me, first slowly, then with building fervor. I wanted to touch her cock; I wanted her to touch mine, I stopped her and sat up “I’ve never touched another one, have you?”

She shook her head turning towards me “why don’t we see what it feels like together.”

She took the nightdress off over her shoulders, completely exposed she lay down beside me, her hands dropped to her own cock and started to stroke it. I followed her lead dropping my nightdress to the floor, and letting my hands grip my cock.

After a few minutes her hand hovered over my cock, understanding I moved mine over hers, and with a smile and a nod, our hands reached out to take another cock in them for the first time.

I was something of a serial masturbator, so I was used to the feel of my own cock, but as my hand wrapped around Fiona’s I wondered why I never felt the softness of the skin before, the ridges of the veins underneath, the contrast in colour between the glans and the shaft, the hardness was all I had ever been bothered about.

We got a rhythm going as our hands moved on our cocks, our breathing became heavy, and the bedroom window steamed over. We tried kissing, but we were too inexperienced to do that and keep the rhythm going.

I was looking into her eyes grinning as I received my first wank from another human being, I was lost in the sensations, her touch on me, her smell, her hardness. I felt a load stir in my balls, experience told it would only take five or six strokes before I came “I’m coming Fi, I’m coming.”

Fiona continued to run her hand energetically up and down my cock, she pointed it at her belly, and as I exploded, the hot sticky white mess covered her belly.

She hadn’t come, I thought we would come together but her cock was still rigid in my hand. I returned to the rhythm, working her cock hard, she let he hands move to her belly, her fingers rolled my spunk into her palm, then she raised it to her mouth and lapped it up. I felt my cock stiffen again.

Her hand grabbed painfully on to my shoulder, “now love” she moaned and shuddered through her orgasm. I wasn’t quite as good an aim as her, and most of her spunk landed on my bed sheet. I bent my head and started to lick it off.

She giggled in my ear “you’re hard again” I smiled invitingly at her “I can’t get caught in here, you’ll need to take care of that yourself” she got up, fixed her nightdress, poked her arse at me flirtatiously, and went back to her own room.

I waited a few minutes and put my ear to the wall “Fuck me Josie, oh fuck me” it seemed I was not the only one who had to take care of themselves.

Fiona needed some dad time, so I spent the next day with Michelle as she drove around the estate. I was in tweeds again, looking like a proper Scottish lady. I was introduced to famers and game keepers and their families, I was beginning to enjoy being a girl, I noticed the eyes leering at my bum as we walked around, and especially as I climbed into the car.

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A Bad Day

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It was one of those days when nothing had gone right, and Murphy was working double time.

My entire day was one disaster after another, people wanting my attention, phone calls, irate customers, equipment breaking, and not a moment to myself to think.

i was finally able to escape work and as i was walking to the car it started to rain, not petite little movie rain drops but the cats and dogs kind, and me with no umbrella, figures. On the way home i got stuck in an hour long traffic jam and my cell phone battery died so there was no way to call. i end up walking in the door and hour and 45 minutes late, soaked to the skin, tired, and most of all, worried that You’ll be upset with me. As i drop my bag in the hallway and take off my shoes i see You sitting on the couch waiting, watching me, an intense look on Your face and i know something is on Your mind.

i immediately sink to my knees and crawl over to You, that look in Your eyes unmistakable. “i’m sorry i’m late Sir, my day was awful, work was a mess and it took me forever to get out of there, i got caught in the rain, then my phone died and i couldn’t call, and i got stuck in traffic,” i start, gasping for breath, my eyes welling up with all the pent up emotion of the day.}

“Shhhh baby girl,” You say, Your fingers laying gently over my lips. “No apologies tonight, it’s obvious you’ve had a rough day, you look like you’ve been through the ringer. Just take a deep breath, everything is ok now that ou’re home. Let Daddy take care of you.”

i nod and look up into Your eyes, thanking You silently for understanding, for knowing me so well and most of all for seeing me so clearly. i scoot closer and lay my head in your lap, nuzzling my cheek against your thighs, letting the tears fall and all the stress of the day fall away with them. i sigh, knowing that no matter what happens outside, here, at home with you, i am safe, loved and don’t have to be anything but what i am……your little girl.

i feel your hand on my head, brushing the hair out of my face and the tears from my eyes as you lean down to kiss me. “Your soaking wet sweetheart, lets get you out of these wet clothes and dried off.”}

You stand and take my hand lifting me off the floor and putting your arms around me to envelop me in one of your all consuming bear hugs. i sink into the hug and feel you gently kiss the top of my head before you whisk me up into your arms

and head for the stairs. i lay my head on your chest and sigh again, putting my arms around your neck closing my eyes, trying to relax. You take me into the bedroom and sit me down on the bed, kissing me softly. i start to unbutton my

shirt but feel your hands on mine stopping me. You take my hands and place them beside me on the bed, looking deep into my eyes. “No baby girl, not tonight,” you whisper “let me. You just sit here and wait while I run your bath for you,”

You see me nod in understanding and smiling you turn towards the bathroom. }

i sit on the bed, eyes closed, breathing deep in an attempt to let the last bits of my day float away. i can hear the water running and moan softly, unconsciously at the thought of a nice hot bath, heaven……}

i suddenly start awake feeling your hand on my shoulder. i open my eyes and see you staring down at me, small smile in your eyes, “You drifted off little girl, are you ready for your bath?”}

“mmmmm, yes Daddy,” i moan softly.}

You reach down for my hand and lead me into the bathroom, i gasp as i see that you’ve filled the room with small candles and the bath is almost full to overflowing with bubbles. my eyes tear up as i turn gaziantep escort to look at you, to thank you. i open my mouth to speak and once again feel your fingers against my lips. “Shhh baby girl, no more words, just put yourself in Daddy’s hands and everything will be ok.”

i shiver, knowing that no truer words have

ever been spoken. Nodding my head i step closer, eyes falling to the floor in silent acquiescence to your will. i stand in the middle of the bathroom and let You undress me slowly. You quickly unbutton my top and pull it off over my

head. Dropping it on the floor you move on to my pants making quick work of those as well, holding me steady while i step out of them. Kissing my neck you reach around to unhook my bra, a deep sigh escaping me as my breasts are free.

You smile and kiss my lips as you reach for my panties, pulling them down kissing my shoulder, my chest, my belly and my thighs as you kneel down to help me step out of those as well. Standing, you reach for my glasses, and place them gently on the counter behind you. i shiver a little, standing there naked in the middle of the big bathroom, then suddenly i am warm, feeling your arms wrapped around me again, your naked body against mine. Turning to you i smile amazed that i didn’t even notice you’d taken your clothes off. You laugh and smile back at the look of surprise on my face, “Ready for your bath little girl?” you ask. }

i nod and place my hand in yours, following you to the tub. Standing at the side i wait for you to get in and then step over the edge into the warm inviting water. i sit down in front of you the heat surrounding me like a cocoon, and lay down on your chest my back to you. i feel your hands running up and down my body and i moan softly, squirming against you.}

Behind me i feel you shift as you reach for the shampoo and a cup. i see you dunk the cup in the water but somehow it still startles me as the hot bathwater cascades down over my hair, and my face, warming the rest of me. “Lean back sweetheart let me wash this awful day away,” you whisper, hands already in my hair massaging my head. Your hands feel so good, bringing life back to this tired body, waking me up a little. “But Daddy…..” i start, suddenly somewhat uncomfortable at being taken care of this way, all this attention being focused on me instead of the other way around.}

You continue to wash my hair but, speaking in a slightly firmer tone you lean close to my ear, “Little one, I said no words, you’re not planning on disobeying Daddy are you now?”

i shake my head definitely not wanting to misbehave and dissapoint you, and try to relax into whatever it is you have planned for me.

“Good girl,” you say, “this is something I want to do for you. I know that generally it’s you who washes and takes care of me after a long day, but just think of this as a reward for being such a good girl lately.” You leave it at that and

finish washing my hair, pouring cupfuls of water over me to rinse the soap out.

i squirm against you as you grab the soap and start running it over my body, giggling as you wash the ticklish parts, gasping and groaning when you get to the sensitive bits and linger a little longer than necessary. After you’re done you let me sit quietly in the tub, facing you leaning against the opposite side while you quickly wash yourself up. i love to watch you, my eyes wander over every inch of your naked body, each part of you bringing up a good memory, a mental image

of something wonderful. A moan escapes my lips as you stand up and step out of the tub, drying yourself off and then holding babelan.net up a big fluffy towel for me. Standing up carefully i rest my hand on your shoulder as i step out of the tub. i step towards you, standing on my tip toes to give you a kiss of thanks. For the second time tonight you wrap me up in a big hug, the towel in your hands. You take time drying me off, making sure not to miss any spots then wrap me back up in the towel and carry me into the bedroom sitting me gently on the edge of the bed looking down at me.}

“We’re not done yet little girl, there’s still the issue of you being late and not calling. I was worried about you, and that needs to be dealt with. I know you’ve had a hard day, but I know you, and I know you need this.” you say to

me, the look in your eyes firm but loving. “I know just as well as you do that there are consequences for breaking the rules, even if you’ve had a bad day. We can’t let you get away with that, can we?”}

i shake my head, well aware that you’re right even if i don’t relish the thought after the day i had, but knowing it will bring relief and release in the end.

Going over to the toy chest you pull out a few long lengths of soft cotton rope and a new toy that i haven’t seen before, a brand new leather crop. Climbing up onto the bed you tie two of the ropes to the posts on the footboard and the other one is looped through the holes in the middle of the headboard, a very familiar configuration to us both. i start to squirm with anticipation as you pull me to the center of the bed, laying two pillows down for me to rest my hips on. Pushing me down to the bed on my stomach You arrange me in the middle of the bed and firmly secure my hands together with the rope being careful to check that

it’s not too tight. Satisfied, you move down to the foot of the bed and secure each of my ankles in the same manner, my ass lifted into the air, legs spread open wide. You leave me there for just a minute, alone, to think about what i’ve done and then i hear you behind me, standing between my legs at the foot of the bed.

i gasp as i feel the first swat of the crop on my ass, soft but shocking none the less. A second follows and then a third and i start to squirm my hips. You’re peppering light taps all over my ass, warming me up and i lift my hips a little

trying to get closer to you. You slowly start to increase the intensity and i can hear the crop slap my ass, feel the sting and the warmth rowing. Suddenly you land a hard swat on my damp lips and i cry out, stunned by the heat searing through my pussy. i hear you chuckle at my surprise as you start to crop my slit harder, opening my lips, drawing moisture out of me. You go back up to my

ass and the slaps get louder, i can hear the crop whipping through the air as the handle snaps and my ass feels like it’s on fire. i gasp and moan, squirming hard on the pillows, trying to get some relief but not being able to get away. The swats get harder still, each one sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through me. You alternate between my ass and my pussy the room filled with the sounds of the crop and the scent of my arousal. My heart is pounding in my chest and my breath is coming faster, harder, and you know i’m close to my limit. You raise the intensity one more time, wanting to make sure you get your point across, this is a punishment after all. i start to whimper and gasp for air, thrashing in my onds. The tears start to fall from my eyes as you cross the threshold of my tolerance and you know that the lesson has been learned. Slowly the swats become softer, still tapping my ass and my now soaking wet slit, dragging the crop over the

welts and redness. You push the head of the crop between my lips, opening them up that last little bit, tapping my clit to bring me back down to that place where i’m just floating. I gasp and lift my hips to you trying to open my legs up even wider. Even tied securely down to the bed i do my best to entice you, needing you inside me more than anything in the world. i feel the edge of the bed sink and suddenly you are behind me, your hands on my thighs. You lay down on top of me your warm body cool in comparison to the heat

radiating from me. i moan and whimper as you rub yourself against my heated ass, your soft skin like sandpaper against the welts. I hear your breath hard and fast in my ear and i know you have exerted yourself, but i also know that you are incredibly aroused as well. Your hard cock brushes up against my thigh and i moan loudly, turning my head to look up into your eyes silently begging you to take me.

“Mmmmmm,” you growl, “is there something you want little girl? Tell daddy what it is.”

you press the tip of your cock against the pening of my hot wet pussy i can barely get the words out. “Daddy…pleeease…i need your cock, i need you to fuck me, to take me, to make me yours,” i gasp, lifting my hips to try and push

you in further. “You need this cock little girl? Are you sure you’re ready? Ready to take care of

Daddy’s cock?” you ask, pressing a little closer with each question. “Yesssssssssss god yes please,” i moan, “i need you inside me so badly. Please, please, please, i need you Daddy.” I hear

You growl again close to my ear. Satisfied with my answer You push yourself all the way into me in one long unending stroke. I shake and whimper as you fill me, stretching me to my limit with almost no warning. You can feel my pussy squeeze your cock tight and this only excites you more, urges you on. Soon you are thrusting in and out of me harshly, using my swollen wet slit to please your

cock. You push me hard into the bed burying yourself so deep. Moaning loudly i suddenly feel you reaching underneath me to play with my clit as you fuck me, holding it between your fingers and stroking it like a tiny cock, making me buck

my hips back into you. i start to shake and i know i’m close, you can feel my pussy start to clench your cock tighter and you growl into my ear, “That’s it little girl, cum all over Daddy’s cock, you cum on this cock now, right NOW.”

i whimper and whine feeling my orgasm building with each thrust of your cock, your words sending me over the edge. Unable to deny you anything i feel myself cumming hard in a rush of ecstacy and blinding light, thrashing under you on the

bed. Just as i start to cum You stretch me even further, the head of your cock swelling as you get ready to cum yourself.

“Again,” you growl into my ear, and that’s all it takes as another wave of orgasm takes over my body. This time i hear you moan and feel you shooting your hot cum inside me thrusting even deeper than before.

You collapse on top of me, cock still twitching, making me shiver and shake. Kissing the back of my neck, nipping at it just to watch me tremble, you reach up and untie my hands, rubbing my wrists to bring the blood back. Pulling yourself out of me you slowly kiss down my spine, my body convulsing each time your lips make contact. You lean down and untie my ankles, rubbing them as well and then pick me up and wrap your arms around me for the third time tonight, holding me so close, curled up against your body. You kiss me, little kisses all over my face, kissing away the tears, the stress of the day and once again making me your little girl. i look up into your eyes softly thanking you silently. Kissing my cheek you lean in and whisper, “Mmmm, that’s my good girl.”

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The Adventures of Becky Ch. 1

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My name is Becky. I am a 35 year old housewife with 2 kids in school and a husband that works long hours, often 6 or 7 days a week. I have a fairly regular routine for mornings that takes care of the housework, shopping, etc. and frequently leaves me with time on my hands from before noon ’till four thirty or so. I find various ways to spend those few hours. I often engage myself in some unplanned, sexually related activity. I am 5 foot five, weigh about 110 pounds, and my measurements are 36/26/37. I am rather small boned, and my breasts are firm but not large; I wear a size 36B bra. I am told that I am a very nice (and in the appropriate company, “sexy”) looking lady, in spite of my small breasts. In any case that is the way I feel, and I’ll bet I enjoy my breasts as much as anybody else can enjoy theirs!

A few months ago, at about one thirty on a weekday afternoon, I was at home alone, had just taken a shower, and was trying to decide what I would do for the afternoon. I was dressed in panties, no bra, a light dress, and slippers with no stockings. As I headed for the kitchen to get myself a glass of wine cooler, the doorbell rang and I found a very beautiful young lady, perhaps 28, at the door who said that her name was Annie, and that she was doing a survey of housewives’ preferences for magazines. She was carrying a large bag filled with magazines. She was far too warmly dressed for the Florida climate, and was noticably uncomfortable as a result. I told her my name was Becky and asked her in. I suggested that she remove her jacket. I told her that I had just started to the refrigerator to get some wine cooler and asked if she would join me.

She was very pleased by the offer and said “I’d be delighted, Becky”.

“Do you have a favorite flavor?” I asked, ” I have several in the refrigerator”.

“Yes, I love peach flavor if you have it”.

I was sure I had a bottle or two in the fridge and went to prepare our drinks. When I returned, she had removed her light jacket, revealing a very firm and shapely pair of breasts in a thin blouse and no bra. Her nipples and even areolas were protruding and well defined. I imagined that they were beautiful. I was so impressed that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. I am sure that she noticed and seemed to be pleased. She made a few little moves to accentuate their profile, and then moved toward a large divan. She asked if we might sit there for the interview. I nodded and she seated herself, motioning me to sit next to her on her right, which I did. She sipped her drink and complimented me on its quality. She then embarrassed me by telling me that she thought that I was a very lovely lady. She started into the questionaire that she brought. I was not very interested in the survey but I found myself very interested in her and anxious to get to know her better. She asked about some old magazines, such as LOOK, the original Saturday Evening Post, etc. which neither of us knew much about, and eventually got around to Cosmopolitan and Red Book.

It was not long thereafter that I realized that we were talking about sexually oriented magazines, and admitting that we read such magazines frequently. Seemingly unconsiously, she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. I noticed, but said nothing. I slowly untied a small bow at my neckline that let my dress fall open showing some cleavage. Neither of us seemed uncomfortable with the situation and we continued talking about the contents of magazines and the types of articles that we liked. I did not feel embarrassed to talk of sexually explicit magazines, including Playboy, Playgirl and Penthouse. She said that she read them as well as Club and a few others. She told me that two of her favorite magazines were Forum and Variations, where explicit letters were published. As we continued our conversation, we eventually got to discussing the topics of articles that we like to read. I hesitated in the discussion while I tried to decide whether I dare tell her what I really liked. “Becky, I hope you don’t think too badly of me, but I look for letters and photographic articles that deal with lesbian topics,” she said and then seemed a little embarrassed.

“Oh, Annie, honey, so do I,” I reassured her. I placed my left hand on my left knee, next to her right knee and slowly moved it up my thigh, pulling my dress up with it. She seemed to notice, and leaned toward me, allowing her blouse to open enough for me to see one areola and nipple. It seemed to me to be more erect and protruding than when she came in. I was suddenly aware that my breathing was getting heavier, my nipples were getting hard and I was getting aroused. I realized how badly that I wanted to have a sexual affair with this beautiful lady and decided to try to feel her out as to her willingness. I knew that I would have to make love to her if at all possible! Almost as if reading my mind, she stopped talking; we looked into each others eyes and I thrilled at what I sensed. tekirdağ escort I placed a hand on her left shoulder and turned her gently to face me more squarely. She responded by placing her right hand on my bare thigh. With that movement, I knew there was no opposition, just a minor quandary as to how to start.

I slowly reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse. She placed her hands on my breasts, caressing them thru my dress. I was so aroused that I moaned a little and suddenly put my arms around her and planted my lips on hers for a very long and erotic kiss. Our tongues jabbed and probed into each others mouths and traced each others lips. We continued kissing for several minutes, while I squeezed and kneaded her bare breasts, and she did the same to my right breast with a hand placed thru my untied dress top. I suddenly stood, took her by the hand and hurriedly headed for the bedroom.

When we got there she asked if she might get into the shower and freshen up a bit. I was delighted that she was concerned and I led her toward the bed to undress. I removed her blouse and then her skirt. I sat her on the bed and removed her shoes and stockings. I then had her stand while I helped her remove her panties. I was overwhelmed by her beauty and sexuality, and we embraced and kissed again. She lifted my dress over my head and off and then stood behind me and gently reached around me to place a hand beneath each of my breasts. Her breasts against my back and her hands on my tits really turned me on. I decided that we’d better act quickly if she was going to get to the shower and I turned around and told her that I’d be ready for her when she got out. She hurried to the shower and adjusted the temperature to suit her. I watched as she closed the shower door, then suddenly felt very lonely.

Almost as if in answer to my thoughts, she opened the door and asked, “Becky, won’t you please join me?”

“Oh, yes, yes honey, I’d love to,” I replied.

I was in a frenzy to get my panties and slippers off and get into the shower with her. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I lifted and caressed them and leaned over to kiss one of her nipples. She told me that she loved my touch and loved to touch me. I assured her that the feelings were mutual. I placed my left hand low on her back and moved it downward over her ass while my right hand held her left breast. I ran my tongue around her nipple. She put her hands under my tits and lifted and squeezed them. I loved it and was intent on bringing her as much pleasure as I knew that she would bring me. Her head went back and her breasts with hard areolas and nipples stood out beauti- fully. She began to quiver slightly each time I moved my tongue around her nipple and then over it. I caressed and lightly squeezed each breast with my hand and circled her nipples gently with my tongue, first the left then the right. She moaned softly and wiggled her ass as I massaged it. I suddenly wanted her on the bed, where I could concentrate on her delightful body, and she on mine. I could hardly wait!

“Annie, baby, I want you on my bed, I want to do things with you,” I told her.

“I’m yours, let’s hurry,” she agreed.

I started applying soap to her tits, then her pussy. It was difficult to limit my probing to just washing. She did the same to me and I was so turned on that my nipples ached and my clit was as hard as a nail! She could not resist putting a slippery finger in my cunt and I was so sensitive there that I flinched away from her. I got the shower massage and rinsed her off from the top down. I turned the vibrating spray on her pussy while she spread her cunt lips. She squirmed and moaned a little as the warm water gave her a douche. She took the sprayer and did the same for me. I shuddered as the spray hit my hard clit and swollen cunt lips.

I quickly replaced the shower head, turned the water off, and reached for a large towel. We dryed each other off, trying hard not to get too far sidetracked to fondle, lick and suck each other. We were only partly successful, as we could not help but fondle tits and asses with gentle caresses. We finished drying and kissed very passionately before I led her to the bed.

I sat on the bed and invited her to sit beside me. She did, and I placed my arm around her, pulled her to me and kissed her eager lips. Our tongues entwined, probed, jabbed, and traced each others lips with increasing pleasure and fury. We lay back on the bed and I rolled over to place my mouth near her left breast, which I squeezed gently. The nipple and areola was hard: I loved the feel as I circled it with my tongue. She wiggled and moaned softly, obviously enjoying it.

I moved around on my hands and knees so that my tits were above her face as I licked and sucked hers. She took one of my tits in each hand and kneaded them. I continued to lick and flip her hard nipples, and she sucked first one then the other of mine. The soft forumagic.com moans and movements of each of us betrayed and reinforced our sexual arousal. I began to detect the lovely smell of our pussies. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked as much of her tit in as possible. She squirmed as I sucked hard and pulled away. As her tit slipped from my mouth, I would move my tongue over and around her nipple. I increased the sucking and massaging of her nipple with my tongue. Simultaneously, she took one of my nipples into her mouth and suckled it as a baby does. It felt wonderful. I could feel the sensations clear to my clit. The sensitivity of my nipples increased, and I could hardly stay still enough to keep our tits and mouths togather. The very acute sensations were having a pronounced effect on our movements and breathing. I felt like I just couldn’t get enough of her tits and she had obvious delight in working on mine. We almost frantically sucked and licked as our arousal increased. We continued in this activity for perhaps 10 minutes, while our pussies twitched and literally oozed with anticipation. Finally I tired of the position and moved around to lay beside her, flat on my back.

She moved immediately to lay on top of me, one leg parting mine. She placed her mouth over mine and engaged me in the most erotic kiss I ever had. Her tongue and lips worked on my mouth and her tongue dueled with mine . My mouth began to feel more erogenous than I had ever believed possible, and I relished the feel of her tongue sliding in and out, back and forth, around and around. She sucked my lips and I sucked hers, we sucked each others tongues, and we jabbed our tongues in and out. I found it hard to believe that I could enjoy the foreplay so much. I was so turned on that I had sensations of being fucked by her tongue, even though there was nothing near my wet cunt but her leg. The only thing that stopped our wonderfully erotic kissing was the overwhelming desire building up in our cunts.

She rolled slightly to one side, rolling me onto my side, also, so that she could put her leg further between mine, and so that each of our pussies was in contact with the others leg. Needless to say, we were not motionless. We gradually increased our humping on each others legs while we pulled and rubbed tits and continued kissing. After several minutes of escalating erotic endeavors, we began to approach orgasm.

She said “Oh, Becky, I love you, fuck me, fuck me, I love you, I love to fuck you.”

“I love you, too, Annie, I want to come with you. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, faster, harder.”

Her leg against my clit was wonderful, rubbing, grinding and pushing in an ever increasing frenzy as we both went over the top with involuntary humping, “Oh’s”,”Ah’s”, and moans. We followed up with showers of kisses and caresses. Finally our cunts and tits became so sensitive that we separated and lay back on the bed, with arms and legs spread. We remained in this position until the sensitivity subsided, and our breathing became more normal. After about five minutes, I rolled onto my side to see her beautiful breasts, her nipples and areolas were still hard and I could not resist moving over to her and taking one into my mouth.

She said “That feels so good that I hate to let you stop, but I want you to lay back and let me play with you.”

I could not resist her offer, partly from curiosity, but mostly because I knew that she would do nothing that I would not love. She began with my tits, sucking and kissing first one then the other until I was again aroused to the point of involuntary jerks and shivers as her tongue and mouth worked on my nipples. Gradually, she worked her hand down and back and forth across my belly, moving ever closer to my very wet pussy. When she finally got her hand into my cunt hair, she moved her fingers slowly deeper between my legs until she had her hand over my eager cunt. She began to apply pressure with her palm as she moved her hand in a small circle. I could not stand it any longer and bucked against her hand.

“Please, fuck me, fuck me!” I cried as she suddenly placed one, then two fingers in my cunt while her thumb rubbed my clit.

Suddenly, she stopped, removed her hand, and got up from the bed. My hands immediately went to my cunt and clit, intent on completing the unfinished work.

“No you don’t!” she said, and pulled my hands them away.

She then spread my legs apart and placed herself between them so that her tits hung just above my wet and swollen cunt. She pressed one tit against my cunt, then squeezed it so that the nipple protruded. She moved the nipple over and around my clit, again causing me to squirm and buck for more. She again stopped and let me cool down a little while she slid downward so that she could lick and kiss my legs and belly around my pussy. She came ever closer with her tongue and had me so excited when she finally made contact with my clit that I shuddered and cried out. She ran her tongue slowly from my clit to my vagina while moving it back and forth from one side to the other, giving me intense pleasure. She lifted my ass and shoved a pillow under it, giving her added access. She rolled her tongue and thrust it in and out of my very eager and enlarged hole while her upper lip rubbed my clit. I thrust and squirmed, frantically trying to engulf her whole face in my cunt. She moved her tongue near to my clit as she slowly inserted one finger into my cunt.

I almost screamed, “Oh, that’s so good! — Oh, please fuck me Annie, fuck me with your finger. Suck my clit! Please don’t tease me, baby! Lick me, lick my cunt!”

After a few minutes more of teasing, she placed her pursed mouth on my clit and sucked it. Her simultaneous tongue motions on my clit gave unearthly pleasure and I bucked and twisted as I pulled and pinched my own tits.

As I cried “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me” over and over, she got three fingers into my gaping hole. I shouted “More, more fingers”. She put her four finger tips into my hole and worked them around, in and out as I pushed, jerked and repeated “More” “Fuck me” and incoherent moans.

I pinched, twisted and pulled my tits as every part of my body became a participant in my erotic frenzy. She managed to get all four of her fingers and the palm of her hand up to the base of her thumb into my cunt and thrust and turned her hand at my urging. I was so in motion that she had difficulty, but did manage to get her tongue and lips onto my clit once in a while, and I almost passed out as she sucked it in and tongued it.

As if she didn’t know, I shouted at her forcefully “Oh, Annie, I’m coming! I’m coming! Suck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!” Her hand and mouth become my obsession, and she obliged by faster and harder thrusts, her chin bouncing against my clit. My orgasm was so overpowering that I couldn’t control myself; I humped, twisted and turned so rapidly that she couldn’t continue licking and sucking at all and could hardly keep her fingers in my cunt.

I became so sensitive to her touch that I screamed “Stop! Stop! Enough! Enough!” and shivered and quaked in the aftermath of the delirious big orgasm.

She laid beside me as I recovered. A feeling of satisfaction and relaxation enveloped me. After perhaps 10 minutes, I told her that I had never experienced anything like that before, and that it was so wonderful that there was nothing that I would not do to please her, but that she would have to help me learn what she liked. She smiled sweetly and kissed me gently on the mouth. Her lips and mouth tasted of my cunt juices.

Annie got up from the bed and went to the living room to get something from her magazine bag. I watched from the bed as she reached into the bag to bring out a smaller plastic bag. She brought it to the bedroom and opened it to remove an odd shaped vibrator about an inch thick near the tip but a little larger in the middle, then smaller again near the base. It was about 5 inches long, and had a flattened base about 4 inches across . It had a sort of harness affair enabling it to be worn as a cock. There were a number of projections made of rubber beneath the base, which, I concluded, would provide some stimulation to the wearer. She laid the device on the bed and again laid down beside me, put an arm under me and rolled me over on top of her. After a passionate kiss, she asked me to suck her tits. I slid downward some so that I could oblige and she parted and bent her legs so that I fit between them.

I licked, sucked, squeezed, pinched and pulled her hard nipples as she squeeled and muttered approval. Her evident pleasure gave me erotic pleasure also, and I felt that I just had to get more and more of her tits into my hands and mouth. While I sucked and gently bit one, I would pinch and pull the other. That activity continued with increasing intensity for about 10 minutes. She bucked, turned and wiggled her pelvis attempting to make contact between her cunt and my belly. As she got more aroused, she made more noise and bucked and twisted harder so that, occasionally, the desired contact was achieved, at which time she would shiver, squeel and say “E-e-a-a-ah”.

Finally, she said “Becky, honey, I’m ready for you to move down, now. I want you to kiss my pussy, lick my clit, then suck it.”

I was more than anxious to do so, and slid down in the bed between her bent and spread legs until my tongue and mouth could reach her very wet, swollen, and eager pussy. Before I touched her clit, however, I inserted a finger into her vagina as she squirmed and thrust.

“Eat me, eat me” she repeated as I touched her labia and clit with my tongue. “Becky, don’t tease me, suck my clit, eat me!” she cried as she squeezed, pulled and pinched her own tits.

I opened my mouth wide and placed it over as much of her whole cunt as I could, found her vagina with my tongue, and pressed and clamped my mouth on her cunt by sucking as hard as I could.

She screemed “Oh! Oh! That’s so good, eat me, eat me” as I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and then licked upward to her clit.

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Changed Marriage Pt. 01

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Amateur

This is my first story. It’s mostly sex because that is what I like, but those of you who want a real plot with real characters may enjoy it too.

This story involves: breast growth, penis growth, and extreme amounts of semen. For now it is all pretty vanilla but you can expect that to change in later installments.

Feel free to copy this story and use it however you wish.

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Fucking finally! I thought, turning the key to the front door. I was absolutely beat, I’d worked 50 hours that week and 12 hours that day, even though it was just menial clerical work it really wore down on me. But I’d finally finished re-filing all those records and I had a whole weekend to recover from that marathon.

I opened the door and took off my coat. Isabel was watching a movie of some kind, from the way she was sitting I could tell she was tired too, but for a different reason. Isabel had been out of work for almost a month at this point, no matter how hard she looked it seemed like there just weren’t any jobs for people with her skill set. At first she liked the idea of being a housewife but she was also a very motivated person, it wore on her a lot.

She perked up a little when I came in. “Hi honey, there’s pasta on the stove. You might need to heat it up though”. I mumbled some kind of thanks and went to the kitchen to serve myself up some pasta. It was a pretty barebones meal but with Isabel out of work we needed to save money however we could.

I plopped down on the couch, to enjoy the movie while I ate, and Isabel snuggled up next to me. I could already feel all the tension of the week falling off my shoulders. I thought to myself about how lucky I am to have such a beautiful, loving wife. Isabel’s parents are Mexican with lots of native blood, her beautiful smooth skin is dark and her hair is straight and jet black. She was wearing a simple tank top and exercise shorts, which showed off her modest curves and legs. We had known each other in high school, but we didn’t get together until a chance meeting years later. I was thirty and she was twenty eight, and we’d been married for four years. She’s the smartest person I know, and the love of my life. We’d been in a bit of a rough patch for the past few months, with me working myself to the bone and her becoming more and more depressed, we barely had sex and fought more often than we used to. It was nice to enjoy moments like this.

We sat and watched the movie. I don’t even really remember what it was about, I was so tired I fell asleep by the end. Isabel gently woke me up and we went to bed.

That night, something happened. I don’t know what, because I was asleep. I don’t even remember my dreams except that they were really sexual.

I woke up the next morning with a severe case of morning wood. As I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I contemplated waking up Isabel to do something about it, but I figured she probably wouldn’t be interested anyway. Instead I got up for breakfast and hoped it would go down on its own.

It didn’t go down. As I ate my eggs and drank my coffee my mind was deep in the gutter, all I could think about was fucking her. She didn’t get up for a while, in fact Isabel usually slept in much later than me those days. I desperately hoped she would get up and walk in the kitchen without getting dressed, so I could come up from behind and start stroking her, then pull down her panties and shove in my raging hard-on, just take her right there on the kitchen table. My god, I almost never think like that! Not since we were newlyweds, at least.

My erection still didn’t go down by the time I finished breakfast, if anything it was more urgent. My underwear was feeling pretty uncomfortable, every move would result in stimulation. I think there was even a drop of precum leaking from the tip. I went back in to the bedroom to take my shower, and hopefully relieve myself.

But I never got to the bathroom. Instead, when I entered the bedroom I stopped right in my tracks. Right there before me was my wife, spread out on the bed, looking sexier than I’d seen her in months. She had pushed most of the sheets off in her sleep, revealing almost her entire body. Sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the blinds and cast over her supple, perky breasts, and when she breathed it would bring her hard nipples directly into the sunlight, shining like dark beacons. My eyes traveled down her slender torso and cute little belly button to her sexy hips and the short, dark bush that lay above her vagina, hidden just out of sight by the sheets. Somehow I could smell her from five feet away, as if she were right next to me. It was intoxicating.

I felt compelled to move closer. I crawled up on the bed, and reached out to fondle her breast, cupping it in my palm. She responded by shifting and moaning, and her eyes opened lazily.

When she saw what I was doing, she broke out into a grin and said “Well, *yawn* that’s a nice way to get woken up.” She brought her hand down and moved uşak escort the sheet away, exposing her snatch and her long, shapely legs. I took the encouragement and moved to straddle her, while bringing my other hand up to her other breast.

My dick rubbed against her crotch through my underwear, and to my surprise it became damp. She bit her lip and moaned again, thrusting her hips up to meet mine. Damn, I thought, she woke up just as horny as me! I finally freed my penis from my far-too-tight underwear and, wasting no time, I lifted up her butt, aimed a little, and slowly shoved my cock inside her slippery entrance.

She seemed a little shocked by this, but all she said was “oh god, you’re so hard…” as I slowly started pumping in to her. Her pussy was tight and sopping wet, I had no trouble at all going in. Finally I pushed in balls deep and let out a throaty growl. I started thrusting in to her slowly, but quickly picked up the pace until I was fucking her like a man possessed. She closed her eyes and smiled, using her hands to play with her breasts. Her legs came up to wrap around my back, encouraging me to thrust in as far as I could.

We could have done that for two minutes or ten, I lost track of time, but at some point I could feel myself about to come. Isabel felt it too. She snapped her eyes open and locked them with mine and said “Cum in me, stud. Take your wife. I’m close too”. She accentuated this by bucking her hips. I gripped her ass like I was going to die and started pounding her literally as fast as I could. It didn’t last long. She arched her back and clamped down on my cock, and I came immediately after, in what was probably the most intense orgasm of my life up until that point. I seemed to lose control of my body and I saw stars in my eyes as I emptied my aching nuts into her for five long shots, then ten, then fifteen. It seemed interminable. Under me, Isabel was almost screaming as her hips jerked wildly. I still held her hips to mine in a vice grip, wanting to empty every last drop in her as she insisted.

We collapsed on each other and laid there for several minutes, recovering from such an unusually intense lovemaking session, while my sperm leaked out of her onto the bed. We were both drenched in sweat. Finally I rolled off her, dislodging my softening penis. We kissed and basked in the afterglow together.

Isabel was the first to say something.

“Your dick felt bigger.”

“What, really?”

“Yup. I’ve never felt it that hard. Did you take viagra or something?”

“Well, no, I just woke up with a fierce woodie, and you were looking so sexy, sorr-“

“No, no, don’t apologize! I was really horny too. Still am, as a matter of fact.” She looked down at my limp member and back up at me naughtily.

I chuckled. “Well, I could go for another round, but it’s gonna be a few more minutes.”

She smiled playfully and pressed her naked body onto mine. I could feel her nipples against my side like two warm pieces of steel. She draped her hand across my body and started tracing circles in my chest hair.

“I don’t mind,” she said, and then kissed me passionately. We made out for a few minutes, and she slipped her hand down to my dick, which was rapidly regaining its stiffness. Once she started jerking it she broke off the kiss and said excitedly, “it *is* bigger!!”

“What?”

“I really mean it! Your dick is bigger than it was last time we had sex. I would say like, at least an inch longer, and thicker.”

I looked down at my dick. Sure enough, more of it stuck out from her hand than would have in the past, and it did look thicker too. Isabel sat up to examine it closer.

“What the hell did you do? Don’t tell me you used a pump or something…”

“No! I thought my dick was fine before! I don’t know how the hell this happened.” I had a respectable 7-inch dick, and Isabel always said it was the biggest she’d ever had.

“Hmph.”

As she bent down to give my dick a closer look, I noticed something else.

“Um, Isabel, your boobs got bigger too.”

She looked at me with surprise and then looked down at her boobs, which stood high and proud on her chest but had definitely gotten bigger since last night. She hefted them with her hands, and sure enough, while earlier they were small but respectable lady-bumps, they now filled her hands completely. “Huh, so they have. This is weird.”

We abandoned sex in favor of documenting extensively what had changed about out bodies. Isabel, ever the analytical one, noticed many things that I didn’t and kept detailed notes.

Most of it was minor. Besides the aforementioned dick and boobs, my balls were also a little bigger, and Isabel’s hips were a little wider. Both of us had gained a some muscle and my gut had shrunk, even after the large omelette I had had earlier that morning. My small bald spot had filled in and overall both of us had more body hair – Isabel had shaved her armpits just two days prior, but there were already muglalisahidi.com tufts of wispy black hair in there. My back also wasn’t hurting any more. Overall we felt, and looked, better than we ever had. My penis was now almost nine inches long and six inches around when it was hard, and we couldn’t quite get it all the way soft to measure that. Isabel estimated that her tits would now need a “C” cup bra but she wasn’t sure. I had gained a few inches in height to reach 6’0″, she remained 5’7″

Once we ran out of things to analyze, we both realized we were famished(her more than me) and we ate practically half the pantry. After our feast, we sat around the kitchen table letting the food digest. Her smell, which I had managed to put out of my mind while we measured and ate, came back at me with full force, and I felt my seemingly eternal half-mast rise to the status of a full erection. Isabel seemed to feel it too, her nostrils flared and she began shifting in her seat, rubbing her thighs together. We hadn’t put on clothes all day and her fantastic tits were in full view. As I stared at her, and she stared at me, she brought her hand up to start playing with her right breast, while her other hand snaked down between her legs, which she parted. The scent increased until it was overwhelming, but I sat fixated on my wife as she gyrated her hips and rubbed her nipples gently with her hand.

She was watching my reaction and she smiled mischievously and bit her lip. My bloated balls ached like I hadn’t unloaded in weeks, although in reality it was only a couple hours. A trickle of precum emerged from my steely member. But still I just watched, hypnotized by my wife pleasuring herself.

After a little bit she got really into it. She was grunting and moaning, shoving three fingers in her pussy. Her skin shone with a glossy sheen of sweat. She broke eye contact to throw her head back and somehow the spell was broken, and I got up. My cock was pulsing with need as I strode over to her chair and said “stand up.”

She opened her eyes to look in mine, then complied instantly. I quickly kicked away the chair and bent her down over the table, lining up my cock with her sopping entrance. I gripped her handle-like hips and shoved my rod into her body all at once. She shuddered and moaned, and her legs shook but held. I began pounding her even harder than before, and she began moaning even louder. She would tense up every ten or twenty seconds, and I noticed that her back muscles were much more defined than they used to be, and her ass looked amazing from this angle. I reached out to pull on her hair while I reamed her pussy from behind, she screamed but it was quickly cut off by orgasmic groans as she shuddered again. I was glad that we had our own house with thick walls.

Finally it was my turn to come, I felt my huge balls tense up as I started shooting hot cum into her. This time I didn’t stay buried, instead I pulled out after the first few shots. She slumped over on the table and shuddered again while sperm rocketed out of the tip of my penis and arced across her to land on the table. I aimed my dick down at her just in time for the next one, which splattered all across her back. This orgasm too seemed to last forever, and by the time it was over her entire back was painted with thick, sticky cum. It looked like enough sperm for five pent-up guys.

After recovering, I got a towel and wiped off Isabel’s back and the table. The room reeked of sex and jizz, but all that really mattered to me was her smell. It seemed even stronger than before, and although I had just had another earth-shattering orgasm I remained aroused, with a partially hard dick. Isabel suggested we put on clothes so we wouldn’t constantly have sex, but it didn’t work too well. None of our clothes fit properly, in particular all of my pants except my old sweatpants were uncomfortable and it was impossible to hide my obscene bulge. Isabel could fare a little better, but she still looked(and smelled) smoking in anything she wore. Nonetheless we managed to keep our hands off each other long enough to formulate a plan for surviving the weekend while sitting on the couch.

“Clearly, we’re gonna need to see a doctor. This isn’t normal, even if it feels so good.”

I nodded.

“But after we see the doctor, we’re probably gonna fuck like wild animals the rest of the weekend. And we’re gonna be hungry. So we’re gonna need supplies. And we’re gonna need new clothes. And I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be in public for very long.”

I nodded again, noticing the way her nipples poked out of her T shirt.

“So, here’s the plan. I go clothes shopping, you go grocery shopping. Just fill up the cart with whatever you feel like. I’ll get you some bigger pants and shirts and me some bigger bras… probably like three sizes, just in case we grow more… OH you cheeky bastard!”

I had begun groping her breasts absentmindedly. But I nodded to make it clear that I understood. She smiled, obviously annoyed but loving the attention. She thrust out her chest subtly into my hands.

“Mmm, now, once we’re done here, I’m going to call the doctor while you shower, and then you’re going to clean up while I shower, and then we’re going to get in the car and go to the doctor. Got it?” While she was saying this, she extracted my hard cock from my pants and began stroking it.

“Got it” I said, right before going in for a kiss.

Of course we started fucking, but this time it didn’t feel as urgent as the last time. This time it felt like we were just having fun. We giggled and kissed as I pushed her down on to the couch. She wriggled under me, rubbing her damp shorts against my cock playfully. When we finally separated our lips I moved to pull up her shirt, but I got distracted by her revealed tits and she got her arms stuck above her head. She laughed and wriggled more, trying to get the shirt off as I licked and sucked her nipples. Finally she extricated herself from her cotton prison, and I was already starting to pull down her shorts. She’d barely had them on for fifteen minutes, and already the crotch was soaked.

“We’re gonna need to put a pad down there or something if you’re going to look respectable in public,” I said, grinning at her.

She smiled back and started playing with her tits. “Hmm, yeah, but for now I think you’re going to have to take care of it the old fashioned way.”

I needed no other encouragement, and after she kicked away her shorts I moved in between her legs to start licking her opening. It was slick and a little puffy, and her pubic hair was noticeably bushier as well. Her scent was overwhelming down there. I probed her gently with my tongue, and moved up my arms to hold her waist in place. If the rest of the day was any indication, she could very easily break my nose while I was down there.

My technique is nothing amazing. I started out slow, just licking up and down the labia and occasionally brushing her clit to gauge her reaction. She certainly reacted more than usual, giggling a little bit, but didn’t seem overstimulated. Once I got an idea of how her new and improved body would react, I started circling her clit more and more. Suddenly she groaned and clenched her legs together, totally blocking off my hearing and most of my sight. My face was pushed into her bush, all I could smell, see, hear, or even think about, was her. I continued pushing my tongue into her lower lips and partly into her vagina, while occasionally flicking up to her clitoris. I could dimly hear her groaning much louder, and I could feel her pussy twitching in anticipation. I’d barely been doing this for ten minutes and she was already close to coming! Come to think of it, I was on a hair trigger too. I kept going, and soon enough she clenched my head so hard I could barely breathe as her hips bucked into my mouth and she came on my face. I didn’t stop though, I just kept licking her clit while she howled. Eventually I sensed that she was now overstimulated and backed off, her legs relaxed and she ran her hands through my hair as she recovered her wits.

When I pulled my head out from between her legs, my face drenched in her juices, I saw that her eyes were half-lidded and her face was red. Her body was limp. She stared at me like she was drunk. I sat up on my haunches and she slowly opened her legs up wide to present herself to me. She didn’t speak but I could see she was still pleading for more.

I lined up and pushed my angry purple cockhead into her snatch. I was already about to blow, and her pussy was already well lubricated, so I wasted no time starting to pump all the way into her. She opened her mouth silently and her eyes rolled upwards. I didn’t last long at all, after probably less than a minute of jackhammer-like pounding I filled up her pussy with cum. I held in my dick all the way and pretty soon excess cum was pushed out of her and pooled on the couch below us. I probably came at least two whole cups of thick, sticky sperm into her belly as she lay there limp. Finally, when it was over, she moved her head to look into my eyes and weakly brought her hand up to stroke my face. I panted and looked into her eyes, feeling the same love-drunk stupor she was in.

It took a while for us to separate after that one. We lazily made out on the couch, with my dick still embedded in her, for probably twenty minutes. Finally I pulled out with a *schlick* and went over to take a shower. My dick was still hard when I pulled it out, but it finally went all the way down while I was in the shower.

Soon enough the messes were cleaned up and we were ready to go. Thankfully, once we showered our smells abated somewhat, and we could think more clearly. Isabel wore a chaste dress and a hoodie despite the warm day outside, and two pads under her panties to control her over-active pussy. I wore a huge shirt and compression shorts under some sweatpants, it was painfully tight but at least it would hopefully prevent me from getting an erection. We got in the car and rolled all the windows down. I was actually pretty worried now, as we drove to the doctors’ office, both of us silently wondering what the hell was happening.

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