Blackmailed Couple Ch. 21

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Note from author: This story involves possible non-consensual sexual relationships….it’s purely fantasy, and for those who find that offensive, please move on. I’m always open to constructive criticism, but that’s for the betterment of the story, not for ‘bashing’. Also, for those who seem to enjoy bringing kids into the mix, it’s not gonna happen. I don’t even find that enjoyable in fantasy. This all relates to a couple who have gotten in over their heads, and will remain on an adult level, not on a foolishly perverted level. For those who seem to continue to read and bash, move on; this is adult erotica, if it’s not your taste, then there’s plenty out there that can entertain you elsewhere! For the many who have expressed enjoyment, thank you!

Chapter Twenty One: Revelations Begin

“Good evening Eddie. Aren’t you going to invite me into your home?”

I hesitated, still in shock that He was there in our doorway. Instant feelings of shame flooded over me, as all of the memories of the time He’d spent on me at the party came bursting into my mind. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.

“Eddie, while you are in my presence, you will answer me, properly. And do not forget to call me Master Nick. Now, please invite me into your home for the evening.”

My face flushed, and I knew it was going to be a long evening. “Please, Master Nick…come in to my home.”

The affect of the past few weeks of men using my wife in our own home had had a dramatic impact on me. It had really begun to hit home, and I was settling into such a meek role, so full of humiliation that it had begun to seem natural, the way things had to be for me. Maybe that’s what Master Nick had been waiting for; for me to be so broken down by the time he arrived, that I wouldn’t have any defenses up for His arrival.

He strode past me, setting his bag down beside me as he entered. “Take this up to the bedroom and wait, Eddie. I’ll have a look around, but I expect you to be naked and kneeling in the corner of your bedroom when I enter.”

I humbly followed his directions, as he went on into the house to explore, as well as to collect my wife. I must have been on the floor kneeling naked for 20 minutes before I heard him approach. My wife entered first, and her face was red and flushed. She was still fully clothed, which surprised me. I was aware of my arousal suddenly; the minute I heard them approach, my humbled and lifeless cock had begun to fill. Behind her came in Master Nick. He had a drink in his hand, and was sipping it as he stood beside the woman I love and watched me.

Taking his time, he addressed me. “Eddie, you’re doing very well in all of this, from what I’ve understood as well as seen for myself. For the past month, you’ve watched your loving wife become a whore for our special group; I’ve been in contact with Master Mark, and he’s understanding that it’s time to move you both to a new level. That’s why I’m here. I think you both fully understand that you’re obligated now, to continue to obey; there’s going to be another meeting, soon, and I’m here to prepare you both for that. Up until now, Eddie, you haven’t really been locked down in your private sexual life with your wife.” He knelt down in a superior way before me, still sipping on his drink, forcing me to look into his eyes as he spoke. “I can only imagine how it’s been for you, to know that your wife is a whore for your superiors to use at their leisure; but now it’s time for you to begin to understand that your sexuality, both of yours, is truly under our control.”

He stood up then, and walked back over to where my wife was standing; there he began to casually touch her. His hand was on her face, then her neck; it caressed the outside of her body, coming back up to unbutton the front of her blouse. “It’s also time for you to understand that Mark is just another person in our group; although he’s your Master, and he was the one to bring you in, ultimately you belong to the group. Even Mark doesn’t have full control over what happens to you now. He’s been grooming you for us; that is a role that he is required to fulfill for us.” His words were flooding my mind with fear, even as his hand had now opened her blouse completely. Anna allowed it to be slipped off of her shoulders, falling to the floor in a heap at her feet. I saw her eyes looking down, so humbled; she was even trembling slightly, so I knew his words were hitting home with her as well.

“As I said before, by now you understand that you have an obligation. There is no more choosing, and by the way your wife has fallen into her role as a whore this past month, I think you both understand that. Eddie, our group has very special desires, and having a submissive loving couple such as yourselves is a treat for us. We have plans for the two of you, some you may not like. But you don’t have a choice in this.” His tone had gathered a bit of strength, and his control over us was sinking all the way in. The fear of what he might say next was keeping me on edge, and I also noticed that my wife’s eyes were tearing up. His hand had not stopped touching mersin escort my wife, even more so as he released the clasp on her bra to expose her breast so lewdly as she stood there topless.

“Tonight, Eddie, your own ability to release your sexual urges will become no longer yours. From here on out, sex with your wife will be completely by our design, as well as your own sexuality. I need you to understand this, and to understand that you have no choice in the matter. To make sure you understand, I’m going to remind you of all of the material that we have on you two. Do you understand, Eddie, that you must obey us in all things? I need to hear you say it, and Anna, you too. So Eddie, tell me.”

My head was spinning, even as my cock stood out from between my kneeling legs. God how I hated my body’s betrayal. I looked down, contemplating, but already knowing that there was no choice. “Yes Sir…I understand. I understand that we have to obey You in all things.”

He stood behind Anna as he set his drink down, one hand pulling an arm behind her, the other reaching around to roughly fondle her bareness. “Anna?”

Her tears were coming down now, knowing that there was nothing she could do, knowing that it was far too late to put a stop to this. “Yes Sir.”

One hand reached up to grasp her throat, in a possessive way. “Little whore, say what it means for you. Tell me you understand. You need to be aware that this means everything, slut. Everything. More than what it’s been, far more. Do you know that your own job is ours to control now? Hmm? Do you know that your body is ours, your time is ours, your husband is ours, your life is ours now?”

With a sob, she broke down completely. “Yes Sir, yes…. I know that we belong to you in every way now. I know that we have no choice anymore, at all.”

“Good girl, good girl.” His voice was somewhat soothing, as he let go of her and whispered for her to completely strip.

Picking up his drink, he continued. “In two weeks, you will both spend the weekend with the core members of our group. There, you will learn the full extent of the changes that are coming.” Then a mild smirk came to his lips, as he filled in a small detail that seemed to humor him. “Of course, you will both be branded at that time, in more ways than one. You are both going to forever be marked as our owned little couple.”

He stood in front of me, so casually unzipping his pants as my wife finished stripping. Pulling out his now hard cock, he pulled my face to it as he continued telling us of our doom. I knew what to do, I knew there was no choice. Even the humiliation of doing this in front of my wife seemed far way; there was no choice. I opened my mouth, and took him in, going slowly.

He moaned a slight approval, clearly enjoying the power. “Eddie, you have some changes coming your way. I personally will handle your conversion the rest of the way. Your wife… well, I won’t spoil the surprises. But your wife will be too busy with her own new life to worry about what’s becoming of the ‘man’ she married.

“The key, you see, for both of you, is for you both to learn that your bodies are not your own. Eddie, your focus is to learn that it’s all about The Cock. You are going to learn to understand that, and learn your role in this new life. And you are going to learn that your wife’s role is something you have to accept and support. Anna, your focus is going to be that your body does not belong to you; every part of your body, every function, belongs to the group now. What we decide for you is how it will be. Even tonight, you are going to learn that your bodily functions are not your own.”

At that point, he pulled out of my mouth; I was almost disappointed, wanting to have that task to keep my mind busy, not wanting to be idle and have to focus on the meaning of everything he was revealing to us. He went to his bag then, and pulled out the items that he planned to utilize.

He told me to get on all fours; handing a black plug to my wife, he instructed her to lubricate my ass and to insert the plug. While she did that, he laid out the next item. It was some kind of leather strap; he wrapped it around my waist, pulling up a section that would hold the plug in place. The front of the device had a metal ring that went around my cock and balls, and then it was buckled in place. I was quickly becoming lost in the full submission of having my body strapped up, feeling the fullness inside of me. He had me crawl across the room to the far corner; there he fastened leather cuffs to each of my limbs, and then those were attached behind my back as I knelt to a pair of bars that were attached in an “X” shape. I was completely immobilized now, in a kneeling position, with a plug in my ass, and my cock throbbing through the ring so visible to them both. A ball gag was the final piece he attached to me. I can’t begin to explain the depths of submission that flooded into me in that position. I was helpless, and I knew it. Now his attention turned to my wife, the woman I love with all of my heart; kocaeli escort and I knew that there was nothing I would be able to do to help save her.

Her binding was simple; it was a long single leather ‘glove’ that he slid up her arms as they were behind her back. Laces allowed the glove to be tightened, and her chest was thrust out as he tightened it. He led her to the bed where she was then bent over. From his bag, he grabbed some more equipment, then disappeared into the bathroom.

“Anna, this is the beginning of your training, where you will learn that your body is simply not your own. It’s important for you to begin to understand this, because in the end, you are going to fully understand how this body now belongs to the group.” With that said, he approached her, and I knew what he had in store. It was an enema. Although I’d never seen any of the equipment first hand, I knew enough to recognize it. He took his time with setting it up, and then took even more time in administering it to her. My angle allowed me to watch it all; I couldn’t get over the fact that I was so helpless. I watched her humiliation, saw as she buried her face in the bed with tears, heard her groaning with the discomfort. I could see her belly getting distended as he filled her further and further. It was then that he pulled out a camera, and took pictures of her so lewdly bent over and full; he made sure that she knew what he was doing, having her turn her tear stained eyes to the camera. For good measure, he also took photos of me in my helpless position.

He left her to squirm like that for the longest time, as he went downstairs to fix another drink. When he came back up, he helped her up and into the restroom. I could see as he stood there watching her, without emotion, as she was forced to void herself in front of him. He continued to mention to her that her body was from here on out not her own, that she needed to learn and accept this fact. I could see that he was the one to clean her up, since her hands were still tightly bound behind her back; then he led her back to the bed and proceeded to do it all over again!

It was killing me, to see my wife so humiliated; even all that we’d done to date, with so many men using her, none of it compared to how much shame I knew she was feeling now. Her sobbing continued, and I could see that she was now in a real sense of ‘sub-space’. I doubted she was even really aware of my own presence in the room now. He took her again into the restroom, and this time pictures were taken. Cleaning her up again, he then led her out on very wobbly legs back to the bed. Releasing her arms, he then stripped and joined her on the bed. He held her, kissing her gently, whispering things to her that I couldn’t make out. I knelt there, quietly, aching, watching as she answered whispered questions, watching as she kissed him back, watching as they seemed to cuddle like lovers. I felt my own anguish overwhelm me as he made love to her; there is no other description for what he did. My anguish overwhelmed me because it seemed to me that she made love back to him. A man she hardly even knew had just humiliated her beyond words, and then they made love, all in front of me. I just wanted to crumble down and drown in my misery.

In the quiet of their afterglow, as they cuddled, I knelt there, feeling the pain sink into me, feeling the shame. Mixed with the arousal that still wouldn’t go away, my mind began to accept it. All of it. There was no way around it, as He said.

Then Master Nick was out of the bed, standing before me. The ball gag was removed, and I was sucking His cock. His words whispered down to me, as I tasted the mixture of their lovemaking. “It’s all about The Cock.”

As His Cock hardened again, he released me from my bondage. Bent over the bed, just as my wife was earlier, my plug was removed, and His Cock was in me. My face was burning, my grunting from being taken the only noise in the room.

My wife’s nakedness was before me now; he’d told her to get up, and present herself to me. I hadn’t realized it earlier, but somehow he must’ve been in her ass. It had been cleaned, it only made sense that he would use it. It was still flowering from being used, and I could see Master Nick’s semen still oozing from it. My lips were on her, my tongue in her, sucking, licking. I knew my place. It was all about The Cock.

It was 2 a.m. when I woke up. I was on the floor, wrapped tightly from shoulders to ankles in rope; I was next to the bed that Master Nick was in with my wife. The noise that woke me was him making love to her again; no, it wasn’t making love. He was fucking her. Hard. Suddenly my own cock was alive again; I still hadn’t been allowed any kind of release, and my balls were feeling sore from being aroused so much. I couldn’t see up on the bed, and it was dark anyway; but I could hear him speaking to her harshly. Then I heard slaps, and her gasping out in pain, along with her grunts from being fucked. I couldn’t be sure, but I though the slaps were on her face. His tone was harsh, samsun escort and his words harsher.

“You fucking stupid slut, nothing can save you from this. Your man, your husband, the fucking wimp is bound on the floor beside us. He can’t save you, and he won’t. You don’t have any choice in this, not anymore. You have no idea the things that will be done to you, you stupid whore.” She was crying, and I heard more slaps. Over and over, he continued his verbal and physical assault, and eventually he had made her beg for this. Beg to be used, beg to be hurt, beg to be marked permanently as a sexual slave for the Group.

“Your job, your life…all of that is about to change. Neither of you have any choice in this!” Those were his last words as he released his pent up passion into her yet again tonight.

In the morning, I woke to Master Nick taking the rope from my body. He stood me up next to the bed and pointed out my wife who was still lying there half asleep. She was a mess. Her hair was a tangled mess, but what really stood out to me was her face. It was in a perpetual flush, obviously from being slapped quite a bit. Her cheeks were puffy, not overly so, but looking sore. Her lower lip was swollen as well, as if she’d bit it hard…or someone bit it hard. Her eyes weren’t black, but one of them showed hints of bruising.

“Do you see your whore wife, Eddie?” he said as he yanked the covers down off of her body. She was sprawled out, looking so much like a used woman. Her breast was red too, marks showing strongly from where she was gripped or even slapped there as well. She stirred slightly, and a low moan escaped her lips as she grumbled from being disturbed. Obviously she was exhausted.

Master Nick, still naked, then climbed in on top of her, entering her in a single thrust. He turned his head to look at me, locking on my eyes the whole time. “You know, Eddie, there’s nothing quite like taking a man’s wife right in front of him. The power, my God how invigorating it is.”

I just stood there, watching. I didn’t know what to say, what to do. There really was nothing I could say. And worse yet, my arousal came on strongly again.

He laughed as he saw my shame. “Yes, look at you. Look at your little peter, Eddie. You aren’t a man. Standing there, watching as the woman you love is being molested. Did you see her face, Eddie? Your wife can be beaten, in your own bed, right next to you. Beaten, and fucked….and all you can do is stand there with your hard-on, wanting to wank off at the very image of it all.” He continued working his cock in and out of her, fucking her, pausing in his verbal berating just to enjoy the fuck. It was a quick fuck, a demonstration all for the benefit of beating me down. “Watch, Eddie, watch as I use her in front of you. Watch as I violate this whore you call your wife.” His eyes were locked on mine as I saw him intensify and then spill what he had into her.

Resting on top of her for a moment, he turned his attention to looking at her face. Suddenly with a violent move, he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, making her cry out; one thing I noticed though, was that she didn’t reach to push him away…her arms simply grabbed on to his back, her knuckles clenching white as she endured it. When he pulled away, there was a huge, dark mark on the full side of her neck. He admired his work for a moment, then he spit on her face; a backhand came down against her cheek. She cried out, moving her hands up to prevent any more blows; she was sobbing, likely from shame as well as pain. Then he was out of the bed. He shoved me off to the side as he strode into the shower.

I laid down next to her, holding her. I didn’t know what to say, so I just soothed her by lying with my arms around her. She continued sobbing into my chest until Master Nick came out of the shower.

With a towel around his waist, he went purposefully to his bag, and pulled out yet another device. This was a device I’d been expecting, after the way he’d talked last night.

“Do you know what this is, Eddie?” he said as he held it up. Without waiting for an answer, he went on. “This is a male chastity device. A CB3000.” Sitting down next to me, he reached between my legs to put the device on me. I was still semi-hard, but he managed to get it in place.

I didn’t want to move, I wanted to hold my wife; and he didn’t make me move. He simply reached between my legs and handled my genitals as if it were only natural. My face turned beat red, and my insides were churning at the simple act of what he was doing. But I didn’t try to stop him. I was already defeated.

From the bag again, he pulled out a tiny metal lock. It was snapped in place without ceremony. He paused to study what he’d done, handling me a bit more to make sure everything was snug and right; then he looked me in the eyes again, smiling. “There. Now we know you won’t be able to pleasure yourself, with or without your wife. Eddie, if you try to break out of it, your life will be destroyed by the photos and videos of what you’ve done. So I recommend that you keep that in mind.” His attention turned to Anna; she was still lightly sniffling, her head against my chest. “Anna, now you have a mild taste of what it’s like to know that you have absolutely no control. Savor the taste, and think on it long and hard. You have no choices anymore in this, and you will do the things that are required of you.”

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She walked down the centre aisle of the classroom, her black patent stilettos clicking on the floor. She turned to face the class. “Ok gentlemen. Today we put all the theory into practice.” There was an excited buzz amongst them. “Now I will be able to tell who was listening during my lessons to you and who wasn’t.” She looked each of them in the eye and pretty much every single one of them swallowed a thick lump of lust. She was wearing an opaque button-down white shirt with a black lace bra beneath and a skin-tight black pencil skirt, black stockings (& probably a suspender belt) and they thought she was just the hottest thing they had ever seen. Shit, she probably was.

“Bradley, please close the blinds on the windows. Blake, you pull the blind on the door and lock it. Miles and Eric, can you move this bench up front here and place these pillows on it. Julian, could you switch off the lights?” She moved with feline grace and lit a few candles on the blackboard ledge. The boys raced to do her bidding and then stood near the bench eagerly awaiting instruction.

“Blake, could you lie on the bench in the centre?” she said as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Yes Ma’am, but could I help you with those?” the tall dark boy with light grey eyes asked.

“No, just look at me and focus on what you need to do. Remove your pants and shirt before you lie down. In fact, we can all get naked now I think gentlemen.” They began pulling off their clothes, their eyes never leaving her as she removed her shirt, skirt and black lace panties very slowly. They were all dry-mouthed at the sight of her standing yalova escort in stockings, stilettos and suspender belt but her pussy naked, smooth and ready. Her nipples were hard, pointing through her black lace bra. They couldn’t believe how lucky they were!

“Blake, I am going to sit over you but not on your cock just yet. I want you to lubricate your hand with the gel I give you and I want you to find my clit and start rubbing it like I taught you.”

“Yes Ma’am!” the boy smiled slowly, doing as he was told.

“Miles and Eric, you are going to be in charge of my breasts, so treat them well. I want you to start by caressing them with your hands, pinching my nipples every now and then, as you have learnt. When my nipples become erect, you can begin sucking them and licking my breasts.” And they moved either side of her while she straddled Blake. “After the other 3 have come, you can tit-fuck me and come on my breasts.”

“Julian, here is some more lubricant for you. Can you start masturbating until you become erect, cover your cock with the gel and then when I tell you, put your cock gently into my ass.”

“Ok Ma’am. But Ma’am?” he asked.

“Yes?” she looked at him.

“I already have wood.” Julian said this while smiling, his erection standing proudly.

“Great work Julian! Massage my back and kiss my neck then and wait for the signal.” She said.

“Bradley,” she addressed the tall dark young man in front of her. She couldn’t believe he was only eighteen with a fantastic cock like his! “You’re the lucky one today. I am going edirne escort to suck you off while the other guys do me. So you get to just stand there and come.”

Bradley smiled and the others glanced jealously at him.

They all moved into position. Blake had been tracing his teacher’s clit with his slippery fingers for a little while, and now that she could relax and enjoy the ministrations of her students, she started sighing and grinding against his hand. Miles and Eric were sucking her nipples and Julian’s hands were working her back and shoulders in a most pleasing way. “Ok, I’m ready,” she sighed.

Bradley moved forward and she took his cock in her mouth, sucking him gently at first and tasting his salt. Blake had entered her pussy — she gasped. His cock was really thick and she felt stretched. She slid all the way down on him and then Julian slid his slick cock into her ass. She groaned deeply and they all started working her over well. The two guys at her breasts were sucking and teasing her, sending heat and slickness straight to her pussy to help smooth the way for Blake, who was pushing up into her for all he was worth. Bradley was breathing deeply and muttering “God yes!” as he ground his cock in her mouth. She sucked so well that he knew he was going to have to restrain himself if he wanted a certain amount of her attention. As soon as he came in her mouth, the deal was that he would step back for the tit fuckers.

Julian was sliding in and out of her ass smoothly, holding her hips, along with Blake. Julian could feel Blake’s cock erzurum escort moving in her pussy. It heightened the pleasure for him. He adored his teacher and hoped for her lessons to continue.

Just then, Bradley grunted and shot into her mouth. A little dripped down the side of her mouth. She moaned and swallowed, licking her lips. “Mmmm. Well done Brad. Ooooh, here comes my first orgasm boys!” and she shook and shuddered, groaning while Miles and Eric held her arms up and moved into place as Bradley stepped back to sit down. Blake shouted then and shot into her and Julian came shortly after him, sitting back to ease his muscles. Miles was enthusiastically fucking her magnificent tits and he came really quickly, all over them. He was really disappointed. “Don’t worry, you were great” she whispered as he moved aside for Eric. He came quickly too and covered her breasts and stomach. They all stood back to survey their teacher, dripping with their come. She had a cream-covered ass and it was dripping down her pussy. She was smiling and wiping Bradley’s juice from her mouth with one hand while rubbing the rest of the creaminess over her breasts and stomach. “That was lovely gentlemen. Full marks. Now, as soon as you’re ready to go again, let’s switch around. I want everyone to get a turn. Until I’m drowning in your lovely cream.”

By the end of the lesson, they had all had a turn at fucking her mouth, pussy, ass and tits. She was exhausted, smiling and full of five gorgeous boys’ come. She stood up and it slipped from her ass and pussy, dripping down her legs, breasts, stomach and face. She walked to the front of the class and said “You can all hit the showers now but I want you to think about what you liked best as well as what you need extra tutoring on next lesson. We’re also going to cover double penetration, so Google it and study up.” She smiled, collected her clothes and left the room, reeking of sex and smiling.

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Pulling apart the individually packaged wooden chopsticks, Nicole reflected that life did not get much better. They had spent the entire day together. First he had taken her to a horse show, then to the park, followed by a play and now this, a late dinner. They were the only two in the restaurant, a small building with traditional Japanese decor and fabric screens separating the dining area from the kitchen. An attractive Asian man had seated them, and their chit-chat about the horse show was interrupted by the waitress.

“Hi, my name’s Amy, I’ll be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?” Amy wore a tight-fitting white skirt that ended just above her knees, a white button down blouse tucked enough to accentuate her B-cup breasts, and a white apron tied around her waist. Her fair skin and blond hair combined with her small frame gave her an innocent look. She seemed somewhat out of place in an otherwise authentic looking Japanese establishment, her only Eastern feature being her petite size. Jon ordered wine for both of them, and Carol noticed her boyfriend’s eyes lingering on Amy’s firm backside as she went into the kitchen to get their drinks.

“Enjoying the view?” Carol frequently got jealous when Jon looked at other women, but they both knew she also enjoyed the feeling.

“Indeed.” He flashed a charming smile. “What do you think of this place? One of my co-workers told me about it.”

“I love it, but I’m surprised we didn’t find it sooner. We won’t be keeping them here after hours will we?” Nicole hated making employees stay late.

“No, when I made the reservation they didn’t have a problem with a late reservation.”

Amy glided back into the room with a wine bottle and two glasses.

“And are we ready to order?” Amy chewed on her lip a little as she dug out her pad and pen. Nicole watched Jon, seeing him drink in the waitress’s sexy figure. Nicole began feeling a little warm, her cheeks becoming pink and the palms of her hands slightly damp. They both ordered sushi, and began discussing the various events of the day. Nicole was still conscious of her arousal, but simply enjoyed the feeling as she spoke with her lover. Jon had looked exceptionally good all day; first in casual clothing, and now in a dark pin stripe suit. She had dressed to compliment him, and decided she had done one hell of a job. The both looked amazing, they were going to be eating sushi, and Nicole knew damn well she was going to get laid.

A few minutes later thoughts of sex were pushed out of her mind by the lemon salad dressing and mizo soup. She was just finishing her soup, the warmth spreading down her chest and into her belly, when she happened to glance back toward the kitchen. The divider was slightly open, and she could see a little bit of the back area. The handsome man who had seated her was leaning with his back against a refrigerator, and was breathing heavily. Nicole craned her head a bit more and was amazed to see their blond headed waitresses bobbing her head up and down at groin level of the man. Nicole couldn’t make out much detail, but there was no mistaking what was happening.

She turned back to Jon, and realized his eyes were also locked on the exhibition in the back room. Now there was no denying her feelings. She knew her boyfriend was imagining the cute little blond’s mouth gripping his big cock. She was sure he had noticed her small hands, and had already visualized her slim, sleek fingers wrapped around his hard-on. Conjuring these images in her own mind made Nicole squirm, causing her silk panties to glide across the skin of her sex. She gently eased her right foot out of her shoe, and extended a stocking clad leg underneath the table until her toe was tracing its way up Jon’s thigh. He smiled at the contact, but did not pull his gaze from the kitchen. Nicole soon found her lover’s tool, trapped painfully in urfa escort his pants, lying erect on his right thigh. She closed her eyes and began stroking his dick up and down with her foot. He let out a soft sigh, and the two enjoyed the sensations until Nicole felt someone nearby. She opened her eyes to see Amy watching her boyfriend, staring intently at his lap. Jon was looking at the waitress, but jumped when Nicole quickly pulled her foot back underneath her.

“Um, your food will be ready in a few minutes; can I get you anything else?”

“I think we are fine at the moment Amy, thank you.” Jon smiled knowingly while he spoke.

Nicole had just finished composing herself when Amy halted her progression back to the kitchen, and turned to come back to the table, stopping next to Nicole. Amy looked down, obviously noticing Nicole’s ample cleavage, and then bent over and cupped her hand around the woman’s ear. Jon could not hear what Amy was whispering, but Nicole blushed crimson red, and her eyes became bigger. She started to shake her head, but then stopped, and simply nodded, briefly making eye contact with Amy.

Their waitress took a few steps to the other side of the table, and staring directly into Jon’s eyes, placed her hand on top of the napkin covering his lap. Her fingers soon traced the bulge in his pants. Jon looked across the table to his girlfriend, arching an eyebrow and wondering if he was supposed to stop this or not. Nicole just stared back, and slipped a hand down to rub herself through her dress. Amy’s hand had moved underneath the napkin, and was now alternately rubbing the length of Jon’s cock and massaging his balls through the his pants. Nicole positioned her chair slightly to the side so she could clearly see what the waitress was doing to her boyfriend.

A few minutes felt like a year, and soon all three of them were breathing hard, and the smell of sex and food mingled into an erotic perfume. Amy now kneeled next to Jon and whispered breathlessly as she kissed his neck. Nicole had pulled her dress up far enough to get a hand directly on top of her panties, and was rubbing the material across her clit as she watched the diminutive blond girl seduce her boyfriend. Jon simply looked alternately at his girlfriend pleasuring herself in the middle of the restaurant, and the impossibly cute waitress as she undid his belt and began fishing for his dick. A moment later she found it, and brought it out into the open. Nicole let out a quiet moan and had a small orgasm. As her cum soaked into her underwear she pushed one finger underneath the silk, coating the first two digits in her wetness. Staring directly into Jon’s eyes, she brought the finger up to her mouth, and reveled in the taste of her own sex, watching his cock twitch in Amy’s hands.

Nicole thought he might come now, and they could go home and have crazy, wild sex. Part of her wanted Amy to simply jack him off a few more minutes until his seed stained his pants, and they could leave a giant tip, and then get the hell out. Amy, on the other hand, had different ideas. Nicole watched with amazement as Amy’s small mouth and thin lips stretched to accommodate over half of her boyfriend’s cock. It had taken Nicole over two years to learn to deapthroat his dick, and now some tiny girl was nearly there on her first attempt. The new burst of jealousy caused Nicole to start rubbing her pussy again without even realizing. Jon let his head roll back, and moaned loudly as Amy twisted her tongue around the base and then slid back up to suck hard on the head.

Amy sucks cock like a porn star, Nicole thought. Amy is going to swallow my boyfriend’s cum so good that when he fucks me tonight he will be thinking of her.

This revelation caused another mini-orgasm to race through her body. She slumped in her chair and gradually came down from the euphoria. When she opened her eyes the situation had changed. The young Asian man was now behind Amy, pulling her skirt down her legs from underneath her apron. Nicole balıkesir escort noticed she had already lost the blouse, and her pert tits were rubbing against Jon’s leg as she continued sucking on his tool. The young man hastily undid the front of his jeans, and pulled his pants off, revealing the dick Amy had been sucking on only a short time ago. He forewent any pleasantries, and simply pushed his long cock between her legs, and began slowly fucking her from behind. Amy, still working to get Jon’s entire length insider her mouth, groaned loudly causing Jon to moan from the vibration. At seeing and hearing this, Nicole began rubbing the wet silk against her clit again.

After a few minutes of Amy being slowly fucked from behind, her head being pushed deeper into Jon’s lap, she opened her eyes and pulled her mouth from his now glistening cock. Amy gently squeezed and pulled on Jon’s dick, every other second grunting as the young Asian’s manhood slid entirely into her. Still fucking one man and fondling another, she looked up at Nicole and licked her lips. The slutty but erotic expression on Amy’s heightened Nicole’s lust. Amy made sure Nicole was looking right at her, and then mouthed two words: “Watch this.” She slid her pussy off of the younger man’s prick, and stood up, whispering something into Jon’s ear. He turned his chair so he was facing Nicole, now only a few feet separated them.

The waitress reached into the front pouch of her apron and produced a condom, which she quickly unwrapped and placed at the head of Jon’s cock. Nicole stared at her boyfriend’s painfully hard dick, thinking that the only time his penis got that big and that hard was when she deepthroated him, or on the rare occasion she let him stick the head into her ass and cum in her butt. Amy opened the front of Jon’s pants entirely, and sucked one of his balls into her mouth as she rolled the condom down to the base, and then stroked his now encased prick a few times with her hand. Jon grunted, and Nicole thought perhaps he would come now, and save her from this moment. Knowing what was to come flooded her with jealousy and prompted her to slide her panties down to her ankles for easier access to her soaking cunt.

Amy stood and faced Nicole, transfixed by her dripping pussy as she began unabashedly fingering herself again. She watched Nicole’s fingers begin moving faster, and then pulled her apron up, revealing a completely bare pussy. The blond’s fingers gently opened her lips, allowing Nicole to see the wet, pink flower of the amazing girl’s sex. The opening looked to be no larger than a nickel, and she wondered if her boyfriend’s dick would even fit. Amy untied her apron, now completely nude, and placed her hands on Nicole’s shoulders. She squatted down as Jon guided the bulging head of his cock into the young woman’s cunt. Amy pushed hard, and nearly half the length slid inside of her.

“Oh fuck!” She hissed the words as a loud whisper right into Nicole’s face. Her breath smelled sweet like strawberries.

“Holy fuck, your boyfriend’s cock is so big. I love fucking fat dicks, you’re so lucky.” Her words trailed off into moans as she pushed down again, burying Jon’s cock entirely in her cunt. His suit pants soon became stained with the shiny girl-cum leaking profusely from Amy’s pussy, and Nicole imagined taking them into the dry cleaners, the lady behind the counter assuming that was her pussy juice, that she had smeared her cunt on her boyfriend’s nice pants after a romantic evening. No, she would tell her, our cute little blond waitress sat on my boyfriend’s big cock, and it barely fit into her tight cunt. Then she got her pussy juice all over his nice pants while I watched. I’ll pick them up on Thursday. Nicole’s fingers began to move faster on her clit and with her other hand she pushed her index finger all the way inside of her pussy.

At Amy’s direction the young Asian man stood and walked over next to Nicole. His cock was right at face height for Nicole, but she continued trabzon escort focusing on the petite waitress fucking her man.

“Oh God, how the fuck do you ever get anything done?” Again Amy’s words excited Nicole even more. “I want you to suck on…holy shit…suck on Alex’s dick. I want you to taste me on his nice cock, oh fuck harder!”

Alex didn’t seem to wait for Nicole to respond; he simply stepped forward and placed one hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth to the tip of his cock. Nicole hadn’t been with another man for nearly four years, and had assumed she would never again. She reveled in the different shape and feel of this new dick, and hungrily licked up and down the shaft, tasting Amy’s cream on his whole length. Nicole continued to push her finger in and out of her sex, and occasionally pulled away from the Asian cock to watch Amy lean back and kiss Jon as she continued to ride him. This orgy continued for some time, until Amy again directed new action.

She pulled her pussy from Jon’s dick with a wet popping sound, and pulled Alex away from Nicole. The waitress then got onto her knees, slipped the condom off of Jon’s dick, and began stroking both men’s’ cocks, aiming them at her face and chest. Nicole did not like having Jon cum on her face, but knowing what was about to happen made her pant in anticipation. Alex was the first to cum, shooting half a dozen ropes of cum onto Amy’s little tits and a few smaller squirts onto her cheek. Amy leaned forward, rubbing the cum into her chest with one hand, and scooping up some of the semen to lubricate Jon’s dick. Nicole felt overloaded with lust watching this women rub another man’s come onto her boyfriend’s cock.

Quickening her pace, only a few seconds passed before Jon closed his eyes, relaxed slightly, and pushed his hips forward. Nicole knew what was going to happen, and wondered how Amy would handle it. Stream after stream of thick white cum erupted from the tip of Jon’s cock. Amy seemed to delight in it, opening her mouth to catch and swallow some, then moving slightly so the next rope shot onto her cheek and into her hair. When Jon’s orgasm had finished Amy was left kneeling on the floor, rubbing an enormous quantity of semen into her chest and face.

Nicole had nearly come again, but had slowed down to watch the finale. She knew Jon would want to fuck again tonight, probably all night, and Nicole would let him do anything he wanted, however he wanted. She was in heat, and wanted to get home now so she could really let loose. Amy, however, had different plans. With Nicole’s boyfriend’s cum starting to dry on her creamy skin, Amy shuffled between Nicole’s legs, and before she could react, began licking around her sopping pussy. The two men simply watched as Amy cleaned the juice from around Nicole’s thighs and sex, and then began focusing her amazing oral skill directly on her victim’s clit.

Jon drank in the sight. His girl’s beautiful face glowing with pleasure, dress around her hips, wet panties still around one ankle, and her hands clawing at the blond hair of a girl he had just fucked. Normally somewhat quiet during sex, he was amazed to hear Nicole yell out a string of profanity so lewd even he blushed a little. Amy continued eating Nicole out as she came down off her cum, the blond temptress’s face shiny with the fruits of her labor. Nicole became less and less lucid until finally she gave in and lost consciousness.

A few minutes later she found herself being carried out to the car, her boyfriend’s strong arms encasing and protecting her. The cool air chilled her skin and she realized Jon had not put her panties back on her. He placed her in the passenger seat, and then got in and turned on the engine.

“Oh my God Jon. That was incredible.” Nicole blushed slightly as she spoke, but the interior of the vehicle was dark.

“Indeed.” Again he smiled, and for a moment she wondered if he had planned it, if he could have organized it all.

“Um. I don’t know how you feel about this, but is there any way we could see them again?”

Jon smiled even bigger now as he turned toward her.

“Actually, they are meeting us at the apartment after they get done closing the restaurant.”

Nicole grew wide eyed, and decided to try and get some sleep on the way home. She would need the rest if she was going to keep up with her new friends.

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The Trucker Ch. 03

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I woke early to the sound of truck doors slamming nearby and the deep rumble of cold engines beginning to warm. For a moment the noises were alien and alarming, but then a flash of recollection put them in context.

The trucker.

The day had barely begun but already some drivers were getting the jump on it, pulling out of their bays and trundling across the car park towards the exit. The truck stop was a different place from last night it seemed. Then it had been a dark and welcoming destination after a long journey. Now it was a cold starting point to be departed and left far behind just as quickly as the miles could clock up.

But not for Max, not yet. He breathed deeply behind me, his chest expanding massively against my back, and his whole body stretched in a slow writhe. He yawned like a sedated bear and scratched his head, making me wonder if he was about to stir, but then he dropped his arm over me and fell still once again. I was glad. Everything felt warm and bleary inside the cab as if the solid reality of the world outside had just the lightest tidal pull on events in here. The sheets around us had developed that soft perfection only an early morning bed can achieve. I didn’t want to leave yet.

I became aware that my legs ached as if I’d been working out and my arse felt hot and abused. Neither feeling was at all unpleasant, especially when I thought about the reason why.

My mind skipped back to the day before and replayed the events that had brought me into Max’s bed. It all seemed so improbable, yet here I was. Yesterday had unfolded all too quickly to be second-guessed, but now my brain wasted no time picking over the evening, struggling to accept it had really come to pass. A dreaded scepticism threatened to bloom. Was it honestly my trucker dozing behind me? Sure, he was the man I’d met back in August, but could he compete with the idealised version of him that I’d honed in the intervening months? Or would he turn out to be something other than I’d hoped, betrayed by the very first unanticipated look in his eyes? I almost dared not turn around for fear of breaking the spell.

Oh, for fuck’s sake! I rolled over beneath his arm.

The sight that met me made my heart lurch: a gargoyle’s face leering at me, with a furrowed brow, flared nostrils and a mouth gathered up like the snout of a pig. Those pursed lips pulsated at me in a grotesque kiss me gesture. But then Max’s mirth overwhelmed his commitment to the performance and the face he was making broke into an elated grin. Laughing loudly, he dropped his head back on to the pillow and regarded me with sleepy eyes.

As I watched him delight in mocking the universal what did I do last night!? fear, I couldn’t help but return his smile. My doubts evaporated as I studied him, so fresh out of sleep that there could be nothing artificial about him. Undoubtedly this was the raw material that would gather itself into the swaggering trucker I’d come to know.

But the transformation hadn’t occurred yet. I liked it. I always found guys sexy first thing in the morning and Max was taking it to a new level entirely. His beard, and it really was a beard now, seemed to have thickened and darkened considerably during the course of a single night. His close-cropped hair was messier than yesterday, lending him a youthful air. His whole body seemed to radiate the lazy warmth of sleep.

It was him all right.

I brought my arm up under the covers and wrapped it around his waist. He pulled me to his furry chest and tucked my head under his chin before crushing me in a long hug. I think we must have dozed on and off for a while.

I roused again to the close-up view of one beautifully thick vein pulsing in his neck, just where it was joined by the buttress of one muscular trapezius. I traced it with my fingers, feeling the slow beat of his pulse, then dragged my fingertips down over one bunched-up pectoral. They purred through the thick fuzz on his chest, beneath which his heart thudded lazily away.

Max did not stir as I touched him. The desire to explore him in this sleepy state overcame me; my hand slipped down over his stomach and swiftly delved for the warm thatch of his pubes. Once there I became stealthy, Braille-reading the lay of the land.

His left leg was laid straight out. His right, the topmost of the two, was lifted and bent at the knee in a rough semblance of the recovery position. This meant his crotch was a good few inches clear of the bed and his junk was hanging pendulously like ripe fruit. His sack was loose enough to sprawl on the sheet, his heavy nuts lolling lazily inside. In front of them, his cock draped on to the mattress like a length of pliable rubber.

It was a surprise to find him unerect, one I didn’t mind at all. My ex Darren used to wake up horny almost every day. It thrilled me for about a fortnight but then it became just too predictable. During our relationship I had one of those moments when you learn a definitive fact about yourself, namely that I preferred spontaneity to certainty any day. Shit, I’d even prefer to have to work hard and mardin escort earn a good pounding than simply be given one on schedule. And Max’s dormant state was just such a challenge, one I knew I could meet.

But not quite yet. Just like the man himself, the floppy dick in the bed with me was still something new in my world and I wanted to get to know it.

I’d made the acquaintance of dozens of cocks in the past and experienced a wide variety of shapes, lengths, girths and eccentricities. Two or three could’ve rightly been called large but none had come close to the size of Max’s dick. His was in another league altogether, a higher order of magnitude. Even in its flaccid state, it was longer and thicker than most of the hard-ons I’d played with before. There was a delicious arrogance about the way it hung so bulkily from his crotch, no less sure of its equivalence than any other part of his body.

I slipped my fingers around his sack and gently eased my hand beneath his junk. His balls felt like two hard-boiled eggs in a loose bag, weighty and warm. I drew my hand towards me so his nuts plopped out between my thumb and forefinger and dropped back to the mattress, leaving just the hot length of Max’s cock laid across my palm like an iron from the fire.

My dick had been stirring lazily beneath the sheets. With Max’s meat in my my hand, my own rose to attention in a matter of seconds.

Max’s cock remained languorous, just like its owner. I held it like I’d hold a phone – fingers curled around one side, thumb laid alongside the other – and it filled my palm with exhilarating totality. Just like its erect alter ego, it had a pretty even girth from base to corona except for the mildest hourglass effect midway, probably from being twisted around on itself during Max’s sleep.

I tightened my grip and leisurely stroked him, basking in the moment. Uncut dicks have always fascinated me. There’s something intensely horny about the ampleness of the skin and the way it slides so freely. Max’s floppy cock offered more than any I’d seen before. I relaxed my grip and moved my hand until just the head of his dick rested on the crook on my index finger. With the pad of my thumb I read the character of his foreskin, which covered his helmet completely and gathered in a loose pucker at the tip. Here it was at its most delectable; as pliable and luxurious as velvet. I rubbed it with a circular motion, gradually easing it open, until my thumb pressed against the warm crease of his piss slit. Fuck, I wanted him in my mouth.

I glanced up and was surprised to see Max was awake. He had been silently enjoying my blind exploration beneath the covers and watching my face as I’d worked. Our eyes met and a dirty smile curled one side of his mouth. He came up on his left elbow and his right hand spread wide at the place where my neck met my chest. He pressed me firmly to the mattress and kissed me deeply for a long moment, his large cock starting to swell further in my palm. Then he pulled back and held up a finger.

One minute.

In a flash, Max pushed himself up from the mattress, pulling his meat from my eager hand. He climbed over me and got to his feet in the narrow space beside the bed. His hairy, thickset and completely naked frame was a pleasure to watch in motion. With a hand on the back of each seat, he dipped forwards to check nobody was about to pass by outside and get an eyeful when he moved into the driver’s compartment. I spied on his arse as he leaned forward: two meaty globes covered in fur which darkened towards his delicious crack. But my eye was caught by something higher up. On the wide plane of his back were two clusters of crescent-shaped welts, each one deep and angry-looking.

My fingernails had done that to him.

Just as I sat up to take a closer look, Max slipped forward and dropped into the passenger seat, sidesaddle fashion. Behind him, the big windscreen gave a clear view of the brightening car park and the row of trucks facing us across this particular lane. A few drivers were moving around out there, wrapped up in their own business.

“Max?” I said.

He looked round at me. I reached over my shoulder and patted my back then pointed at him. He understood me immediately, then rolled his eyes and shook his head to convey how little those scratches bothered him.

Still, I must have looked troubled. Max turned a little more in my direction and took hold of my hand. I didn’t need to understand German to know the meaning behind the stare he fixed on me. Don’t be daft, okay? He tilted his head towards me and squeezed my hand, wordlessly pressing his point. I nodded firmly to satisfy him but I decided to take more care next time.

A loud horn made us both look up. A passing truck slowed in front of the cab; red and white, just like Max’s own. The driver raised one splayed hand in greeting as he rolled by. It was Karl, heading off on his journey to who knew where. Max gave a quick salute and I waved. When he spotted me, Karl pointed at me and smiled, clearly pleased to see me van escort here. And then he moved on, leaving us alone again.

Max returned to the task at hand. He reached behind the seat, grabbed his dark blue trousers and pulled them on. Next he shrugged his jacket on over his bare torso and worked his naked feet into his boots. Just barely decent, he popped open the passenger door and jumped down to the tarmac. An offhand shove at the door sent it swinging slowly shut.

Wise to what was about to happen, I pulled the sheets around me and slipped forwards into the driver’s compartment. With my bare knees on the floor and my chest on the seat, I caught the door before it latched and eased it open half a foot or so. Chilly air swirled inside. I peered back along the length of the truck.

Max stood in the narrow corridor between his rig and its neighbour. He was facing the trailer, about where the rear wheel of the cab tucked beneath it, and he was doing the shuffle of a man opening his fly. With that hot little pelvic dip to assist access, he tugged his cock free. His lack of self-consciousness was utterly thrilling. The whole world held its breath as he assumed the age-old stance: feet spread, shoulders hunched, arms locked, hands at the pump…

Totally absorbed in the task, Max was oblivious to me. In that penultimate second I had a choice. I could remain unnoticed and let him go about his business as he usually would, or reveal myself and see how well he performed under scrutiny.

I wolf-whistled.

Max looked up sharply, glancing first towards the thoroughfare beyond the cab then up at me when he spotted the door open a crack. He grinned at me and it was that same sly grin he’d flashed back in the summer. I was learning his ways: this smirk told me he was about to show me something good. He seemed pleased I was watching.

With casual arrogance Max placed his right hand, the one nearest me, on his hip. The action pulled his open jacket back, revealing a strip of hairy, muscular torso from neck to crotch. And his junk in glorious side profile. His fly was unbuttoned and unzipped, and his trousers were kept from slipping down over his naked arse cheeks by good fortune alone. He held the fleshy length of his dick loosely with his left hand.

Without missing a beat, he began to piss. The golden jet sprang from the head of his cock and arced between the tyre and the large mudflap. His stream was thick and rope-like and every bit as awesome as I’d imagined. It rained down heavily on the tarmac and the splattering sound seemed cacophonous in the early morning air, like someone had turned on an outdoor tap and left it running.

And Max looked utterly divine, roughly dressed in his workman’s gear, standing there with his shoulders back, hips forwards and big cock in hand, pissing unashamedly. I was rock hard and exhilarated by this most basic but eloquent display of his masculinity.

Max regarded his dick proudly, then eyed me from beneath his heavy brows. His expression conveyed perfectly a sense of so you like that, huh?

He grasped his dick more firmly and eased his hand forward, sliding the skin along his length. As his foreskin gathered around his helmet, his jet of piss feathered and became a messy spray. Golden droplets spattered and misted widely, turning the dusty grey tyre a shiny black.

Then he pulled right back, exposing his glistening cockhead. His piss became a single proud jet again. Stepping back towards the neighbouring truck, Max lifted the end of his dick and sent his stream gushing noisily against the side of his trailer, raising a deep purring sound from the tarpaulin as his piss hit it and ran off. He hoisted his dick further, aiming higher and higher up the side of his truck, until the golden stream began to apex in mid-air and fall directly to the tarmac once again.

And he didn’t stop there. Thrusting his hips forward, he leaned his upper body back and inclined his cock just dangerously shy of vertical. His piss was now a messy fountain jet shooting up in a tight arc before his chest, then raining down on to the ground with a wet slapping sound and beading his boots with splashback. My mouth hung open at his daring and my heart raced at the sight of it.

His meat seemed to grow thicker and fuller as he showed off to me. As he finally began to taper off and lowered his cock to the usual position, I saw it definitely was getting harder. It looked far heftier resting in his palm than it did earlier.

The stream diminished into its final dribble and began to taper off. Without pausing to completely finish, let alone shake and tuck himself away, Max surprised me by sprinting towards me and reaching up to pull himself back into the cab. I caught the look of horny mischief on his face and realised he was up to absolutely no good at all.

In a heartbeat I flung myself away from the door and back into the sleeping compartment. Max moved much faster than me. I heard the cab door slam shut behind him and, before I could turn, his arms seized me around the waist. ankara escort Growling, he drove me down on to the bed, flipped me over and then knelt astride me just as he had last night. His considerable weight pinned me to the mattress and his cold boots clamped against my sides.

I tried to push him over backwards for no other reason than to feel once again how immovable he could be when he wanted to. I’d never encountered a body capable of such brute strength and it thrilled me. Max no doubt recognised I hadn’t been with anyone built like him before, and my fascination with his brawn seemed only to excite him. He gave me a smug half-smile as he let me try and fail to budge him. To further demonstrate his might, his big hands locked on my wrists and, one at a time, he forced them down to my sides where he trapped them with his legs.

Chuckling somewhat breathlessly, he settled back on his haunches for a moment and his open jacket revealed the heavy mass of his chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths. The fact his semi-hard dick poked out of his unfastened trousers right in front of me seemed as unremarkable to him as the nose on his face. It had been joined by his bull balls which had also spilled out of his zipper. His thighs, spread wide over my body, had caused his open trousers to ride back up under his junk and lift his nuts, pushing one to either side of his shaft. The ripe masculine smell of his unwashed body was everywhere but it was especially intense here at crotch level; deep and animalistic.

Then the respite was over. Max brought his hips forwards and pushed his stiffening cock down towards my face. His helmet hovered just over my mouth and he shoved his foreskin forward over it.

It was only then I noticed the end of his dick was dewy with the very last of his piss, which he hadn’t milked out and shaken off for just this reason. It held its position above my lips, awaiting my attention.

I had tested Max’s mettle outside; now he was testing mine. His face settled into a mask of serious study. I supposed he was getting to know me as well and had guessed my previous sexual experience had never strayed too far from the ordinary. This here was another push against my limits, the outcome of which he was anxious to see. It was also the revelation of a sleazier side to his nature, one I had only caught brief glimpses of so far. Despite this, there was nothing insistent about him in that moment. It felt as though he was offering me something I was free to take.

Or not.

But he did squeeze his cock. At the very end of his gathered foreskin, a golden droplet swelled threateningly and trembled on the edge of dripping.

I hesitated, confused. I had never experimented with piss before. Only since Max had it even crossed my mind, as if the heft of his dick added a fascination to the act. And now I was being called on to walk the walk. Could I do it? Would it say something about me if I did?

The moment stretched out. My hesitation was taking too long; it was becoming more like reluctance. Max’s face remained set and expectant, only there was a hint of something else now: an impending disappointment, as if he’d suspected the wilder side of his character might rouse a disapproving side of my own.

Instead a more savvy part of me took charge, one that realised the sudden gravity of the situation. It recognised that this was indeed a challenge, one that symbolised the wide-ranging sexual adventures Max could offer and which tested my suitability as an accomplice in them. It reminded me that from the start I had been enthralled by his sexual drive, which was dark and strong and always destined to overwhelm my own. Hadn’t I always known I’d be pulled out of my depth sooner or later? Wasn’t that what made it all so exciting? And now, out of nowhere, that pivotal moment was upon me. It was quite a simple choice in the end. Step away from what I knew and let Max take me on an altogether different ride. Or refuse to be swept along by him and feel a dreaded distance open up between us.

I opened my mouth.

Max’s grin was immediate. He squeezed his cock, slapped its wet head on my tongue and a brand new taste entered into my bank of experience. His piss had the density and bitterness I expected, but it wasn’t quite how I’d imagined. It was much clearer, with a salty edge.

He watched me with calm interest, as if I was doing nothing more than taking my first sip of a wine he’d recommended. These games were nothing new to him but I guessed he still took pleasure in inducting others. He withdrew a touch and gave me a moment to get the full effect, then brought his dick back towards my mouth and parked the tip between my lips. My tongue probed around the end of his foreskin and slipped into the puckered opening, creating a hot lapping sound that made him groan appreciatively. I worked my tongue inside, beneath the tight hood where he was wet from the games he’d played whilst pissing, delving deeply into that tight pocket of skin and glans. The saltiness came alive on my taste buds again, heavier this time but with a hornier edge. I began to appreciate the symbolism of the act now, this subverted communion. I cleaned the cock he hadn’t bothered to shake off, and the implied subservience was a turn on for us both. And somewhere in amongst all this, a tacit agreement was reached: whatever wild ride he was offering, I was fully signed up.

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The Training Sergeant

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I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert, and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago, heading for cold beer, air conditioning, and the NCO club if not some bar downtown.

I wasn’t exactly past that, not completely ancient, but at 40, I was the oldest sergeant in the training cadre, and I had learned that the older I grew, the harder it was to pick up the pretty girls in bars. The older I grew, the more I had to pay for it–and the more I found it easer to go without it.

Not for the first time, I cursed my bad luck in being posted to this remote western fort. The US Army certainly could pick ’em. The training area and the town itself were a match–Nowhere Land.The area was practically deserted. The town attached to the Army post like moss growing on the underside of a log was a little hardscrabble dump with nothing but poor farmers, saloons, and Dew Drop Inn-type cafes. Life is grimmer the older you get.

Thank God for jacking off. As time went by, I found my trusty hand the only dependable sex-release. Women were like running through a minefield for a handful of M & M’s — if you survived to the other side. The good ol’ right hand. What would I do without it?

As if the post weren’t bad enough, the weather was like Hell. The sun went over every day like a blowtorch. Luckily the Army prescribed “hot-weather, casual” uniform, meaning baseball caps, T-shirts, black Army athletic shorts, and sneakers. It was always broiling outside, but at least we were as comfortable as possible.

I was lonely. I knew it. I couldn’t figure out what to do about it, though. Every weekend student soldiers and those assigned to the post gravitated to the town. Most of the time I just hung around the fort–the library, the theater, or the NCO club.

Sometimes I was assigned to in-processing, filling out paperwork, handing out training materials, or assigning bunks to newcomers. Gradually all young GI’s came to look alike, most of them healthy specimens made hard and muscular from Basic Training but most of them bewildered and scared, still not knowing how the Army worked, still afraid of finding themselves on KP, still over-eager to do whatever the sergeants wanted. Children. I was surrounded by children.

I walked out of the training area brushing the sand away. That afternoon we had conducted a hand-to-hand combat class. After so many years, self-defense was completely natural to me–I had black belts in two differente styles–and teaching it had grown boring. No matter how big, strong, or aggressive, all new soldiers made the same mistakes, and flipping them onto their asses long ago stopped being funny. I crossed the street to the storage shed on the other side, carrying a couple of cushion helmets and groin protectors left behind by the eager departees. After putting the equipment on the shelves, I stood in the shed looking over my clipboard. A movement in the doorway caught my eye.

A soldier casually leaned against the door frame, all youth and tan and Andy Griffith Show innocence. “Sergeant,” he said in a surprisingly deep voice, “what score did I get on the hand-to-hand?” He stepped into the shed.

“What’s your name?”

“Cox. PFC Cox.”

–God, what a name. I remember him. One of my opponents. Very strong kid. Very big.–

He was six-foot-three, I would say, and probably 220 pounds. Not that it did him any good in the hand-to-hand pit. I dumped him on his ass with one hand while holding my clipboard in the other and still addressed the soldiers watching. “Use your opponent’s strength against him,” I told them, “and you will HMMPH! — I dumped the guy — keep the offensive.”

–Oh, wait a minute! This is the guy with the balls!–

I had put it out of my mind, but suddenly I remembered: in the self-defense pit he wasn’t wearing any underwear. When I tossed him onto the sand, I saw his cock and balls through the legs of his shorts. It wasn’t anything important. I’m straight. I thought, “Dumb shit, he knows he’s supposed to wear a jockstrap to this training.”

When I reached down to give him a hand up, his grip was strong, and as he leaped to his feet, I realized he was in excellent physical shape. Broad shoulders. Big chest–his T-shirt clung to him like cellophane. Slim waist. And his shorts showed off hard, muscular legs. A good soldier.

And he wanted to know his score for the day. I looked up from my clipboard. “Scores will be posted on Monday.”

His face fell, and although I had turned away eager beavers 1,000 times before, suddenly I didn’t want to give him the brush-off. He turned to walk away, and I heard myself saying, “Oh, what the Hell. Hold on a minute.” He spun back to face me again, a broad grin lighting his brown puppy-eyes. While I ran my finger down the clipboard list looking for his name, a strange electricity tingled in my spine.

I looked up. He had leaned against the wall, relaxed bursa escort (actually a little disprespectful), looking around at the room. I looked down at the clipboard again, suddenly realizing I could barely read it.

–What the fuck is the matter with me? Why am I so confused?–

I glanced up at Cox. A handsome young man. Muscular, well toned thighs. Tight shorts. A big bulge in–

–“Big bulge”?? What the fuck are you thinking?? Are you some sort of queer? Control your thoughts!–

Yeah. His face had well defined cheekbones and open features, Scandinavian descent, maybe. Damn it was hot in that shed. I took my can of Coca-Cola and held it against my cheek. Fuck, it was hot in there. And something worse:

–Jesus Christ, are you getting a hardon??–

Sure enough, my cock was trying to straighten out. I glanced over at Cox. The innocent young jerk looked back at me, almost staring.

–Wait a minute, is he coming on to me?–

I chuckled to myself. No, for all his big build and good looks, this was an apple-pie boy, obviously a straight, not trying to see through my clothes. On the other hand, I glanced down at myself. Shit. Nipples straining at the white cotton of my T-shirt.

I leaned back against the wall, setting the Coke can in a niche as I looked at the clipboard. I stretched as if I were relaxing, actually to open my legs a little to give my cock some room, hoping to reduce the bulge. Bad decision–it gave my hardon more room to expand.

–God, how am I going to get out of this??–

I turned to face the wall, furiously studying my clipboard, trying to hide my crotch.

Then he touched me. Firm hands massaged my shoulders. Cox was no longer leaning against the wall. “You’ve been working too hard, Sarge.” Soothing concern in his voice. I could have droppd him with a single elbow thrust. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t.

–Damn simpleton! He shouldn’t be doing that to a sergeant!–

His hands moved from the fabric of my shirt to the bare skin of the back of my neck. Cool hands. Coarse skin. Hands not afraid of hard work. Yep, farm boy. He gave me goose bumps with every touch. I closed my eyes in pleasure

–Hey, dumb ass! Are you closing your eyes??–

With a start, I straightened my posture and turned around. As I did, my elbow didn’t hit Cox, but it knocked the can of Coke from the niche in the wall. I bent over to pick it up, and before I knew it, Cox had also bent over to reach for it. He was faster than I was, and as I bent down, he grabbed the can, then turned his face up to look into my own. We both froze, staring into each other’s eyes. Damn, his eyes were powerful, strong and brown, deep and hypnotic. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. The slightest of smiles curled the corner of his mouth. And his face moved closer.

–Ohmigod!–

His lips came forward, and although my mind urged me to pull back, I was numb. Until I felt his lips. Like his hands, they were rough.

–Oh, my God, you’re kissing a MAN!!–

As he kissed me, I trembled. I was thunderstruck. Dumbfounded. Another man’s sun-cracked lips moved caressingly over mine, his tongue dabbing at my lips, and my own tongue slithered out to meet it. The bulge between my legs became a throbbing, demanding force. I reached out and touched Cox’s shoulders.

As we stood, he put his arms around me. Struggling to control myself, I pulled back from the kiss, but Cox painted my face with slow, sensual kisses, licking here and there–my eyelids, my cheekbones, my forehead. Again I surrendered, and once more my mouth connected to the furnace behind his lips. Again I trembled, inhaling the musky smell of a sweaty man. With this kiss our tongues entered a fierce fight in the self-defense pit of our mouths.

When he finally released me, he reached down to grab the hem of my T-shirt, his eyes never leaving my face. My mind continued to protest, but I stood still while he calmly pulled the T-shirt up over my chest, over my head, and off. I sucked in my breath as he pulled my shorts down over my hips.

–Oh, God, wait!! You’re going to get naked for him??–

Too late. My dong swung up to fully aimed artillery as Cox tossed my shorts onto the floor. I heard a roaring in my ears.

–What is happening? What is HAPPENING TO ME??–

The heat in my body was far hotter than the desert sun outside. Completely naked, wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers, I stood before a young soldier who still had his clothes on. My asshole clenched with stress–one word from him would get me at best cashiered from the Service and at worst 20 years in the stockade.

–I’m naked! Fucking naked!! How the hell did I let this happen? This is a goddamned nightmare!–

I clenched my eyes shut, hoping somehow to wake up safe in my bunk in the barracks. Cox’s hands stopped touching me, so I opened my eyes (hoping to find him gone), and my jaw dropped malatya escort when I saw him standing bare-ass naked before me, an 18-year-old, Army-hardened sculpture. He’d even kicked off his shoes.

What a sight. Big pecs. Big, brown nipples. Six-pack belly. Innie belly-button. And yeah, his cock. It twitched proudly, its uncut head begging to be released. He looked at me with a strange expression. Waiting.

–Jesus Christ, what is he waiting for? He’s staring at me, telling me the ball is in my court. What does he want?–

And suddenly I knew.

–The bastard thinks I’m going to suck his cock? SUCK HIS COCK?? The little shit, I’m over twice his age, and I’m a goddamned Army SERGEANT!!–

But that roaring in my ears grew louder, and when I glanced down at myself, I saw a long, silvery string of pre-cum actually drooling all the way from my cockhead to the floor! I was horny. Damned horny. And he had seen it. And he knew.

–NO! No way in Hell! No way am I going to suck … that … cock!!–

But on fire with lust, drunk like never before, against my own will I slid to my knees. I had seen hundreds if not thousands of naked men in my Army career, and NEVER before did I feel such an intoxicating hunger rushing through me. Numb, like a robot, I saw my hand reach out and softly explore the fold of skin at the tip of Cox’s dong. His foreksin. Fascinating. I don’t have one.

He had a big cock. A good 9 inches. I knew what to do with it. I grasped it and slid the foreskin back to release the big head, and the sight drove me crazy: a big, purplish knob slick with his pre-cum. The black hole in the middle stared into me, hypnotizing me like a demon. Cox let out a soft grunt. He liked it, and that encouraged me. I gripped the big shaft.

–God, I can’t touch my fingers around it!–

And then I knew what to do. What I HAD to do. What I wanted to do.

I opened my mouth, rounding it into a big ‘O’ around the slimy head and sliding down the shaft. I knew about cocksuckers, they were fucked in the mouth, and I waited for him to start ramming into me. But he didn’t. I rolled my head back and looked up, never ceasing to suck.

He smiled down at me, growling faintly in his chest, and I went back to work. I swirled my tongue around his cock, reveling in the taste, and the big soldier’s manhood in my mouth stoked fires deep inside me. I had a power over this young body–he twitched as I drew his foreskin back and forth, he writhed and groaned when I licked the sensitive head, and each time I gargled it down my throat, he gripped my head and thrust his hips at me.

–This is fabulous. Sucking cock is a motherfucker of a turn-on! Who knew!–

So lost was I in the glory of discovering the terrible stimulation of cocksucking, I was surprised when he pulled back, sliding it out of me. Taking it away from me. But then he pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and moved behind me.

–What’s going on? Oh, yeah, I know. Horny young men! He wants to fuck me. FUCK ME?? Wait a fucking minute! Okay, I’m hot, and okay, I’ll suck his cock, but no way is he gonna stick that big thing in me!!–

The hot young bastard had blindsided me. I was on my hands and knees, and his big, slimy cockhead was nudging at my asshole.

I thought about a leg-strike, and then I could roll over and pummel him in the face–but before I could, the big ramrod punched against my pucker, swelling it out and bigger until the head popped through, driving a scream from me!

–Keerist, that hurts! Oh, my god, he’s going to split me in half!–

Then he stopped!

He had entered me swiftly, invading me before I could resist, but once inside, he held himself still! It hurt so bad, I froze, too–and to my great relief, the pain slowly faded. I was surprised.

–God, am I glad he stopped!–

About the time I decided it didn’t hurt any more, he gave another lunge, and again I gasped in pain. But he was in a couple more inches. Again he stopped, and again I crouched quietly, waiting for the pain to subside. This lunge-wait, lung-wait routine went on for several minutes. When I realized his cock had drilled into me almost all the way, I gulped.

–Damn, I would’ve died if he hadn’t gone slow…hey, he really knows how to do this!–

I was stunned.

–He knew I was in pain. He’s breaking me in! Damn, he’s just a kid…but a Master Fucker!–

The pain had lessened to the point that I decided to give him a better angle, and I sank to my elbows, aiming my asshole at him more openly. Again with the stabs, again with the pains, but gradually, gradually, gradually, they hurt less, and finally, with one big lunge, he thrust into me completely, and his wiry cockhairs ground into my ass.

He paused only a moment, then slowly and sensually he pulled his cock back out in one smooth movement. I was astonished!

–Ohhhhh, myyyyyyy Goddddddddd! Fabulous! That feels fabulous!! God, çanakkale escort who knew?? Fucking is delicious!!–

I really was delirious. Always thought males were not designed to be fucked in the ass, and the sensation could not be pleasant. I thought queers let men fuck them because of an overpowering urge to be feminine. Damn, was I wrong! I was thunderstruck! I had no fucking idea!

Once over the pain of Cox’s dong stretching my ass, his slowly sliding cock spread intense, never-ending, delirious sensations through me! It was like he was playing my asshole like a violin with his cock as the bow. Better said, he was setting me on fire, starting at my asshole! I let out a long, low, ecstatic moan.

After every full outstroke, just his bulbous cockhead locked inside, Cox sank himself back in slowly to the hilt, and the more lust-drunk I got, the more I let my arms collapse until my head was flat on the floor, but I was still on my knees to give him maximum access.

His thick, pulsating cock–which I was rapidly coming to worship–thrilled the walls of my guts, and when his hands gripped my hips so powerfully it hurt, I didn’t care about the pain. I craved him to do anything he wanted to me.

I sweat like a pig, my face and hair mopping the floor, and I clawed at the dirt in helpless lust. I wanted to suck his cock again, to suck anything! God, it was wonderful! I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life! In brief flickers when I could drag my attention away from the ecstasy in my asshole, I realized pre-cum was running out of my cock in a constant stream, a river of sticky wet muddying the shed floor.

Then, in an inspiration, Cox rolled me over onto my back, raised my legs, and pushed them back against my chest. With my asshole fully exposed to him (and aching to feel his penetration again), that magnificent cock sank into me once more in one mighty lunge, from completely outside, busting through my backdoor and into my guts, up to his balls in a wonderful, mind-blowing thrust.

Out of my mind, I stiffened, arching my back, spreading my legs even wider, rolling my eyes up in my head, my mouth open, “Gaaaaaaaaaa!” I was in ecstasy.

Cox gave in to his own desires, and every thrust rammed pitilessly full-length through my tight walls, and as the tireless thrusts went on, scorching sensations built in every nerve in my body. I heard myself, as if from far away, calling, grunting hoarsely, begging him to fuck harder, deeper, “TAKE ME! FUCK ME!! RAM THAT COCK INTO ME, YOU SONOFABITCH!”

And as my begging grew to a scream, an atomic bomb went off in my groin, spreading a white-hot fireball throughout my body. Then the shockwave of the greatest, most motherfucking orgasm of my life roared across me, destroying everything about me, crashing over every wall ever built in my mind, turning my cock into a white-hot tower of flame. I went insane. My whole body was on fire, every cell in screaming, glorious orgasm, and at the peak, molten lava splattered all over my chest and face.

–Oh, God, I’m cumming! Cumming all over myself, and nothing is touching my cock!! Oh, god, oh, god, I got a climax from being fucked in the ass!–

Cox himself finally got his gun, and he claimed me and my grateful, worshipping asshole with his hot seed. I proved something else I thought was just a porn legend–I FELT IT! His jism-spurts were powerful surges of heat gouging up into my guts! Again I went crazy. Another orgasm took control of me.

–Multiple orgasms! God, I never thought it was possible!–

When his thrusts finally slowed down and stopped, I was still in glory. Never! Never in my whole fucking life! Never did I have such orgasms. I was out of my fucking mind with ecstasy for what had to have been almost five whole minutes!

Helpless. Lying there glowing with joy. Abso-fucking-lutely out of my mind. I treasured the feel of his cock in my ass. I loved it. I wanted to live spitted on that great rod for the rest of my life.

But it wasn’t to be, of course–he grew softer, and finally it slopped out with a gurgling, farting sound, and big drools of cum ran out of my ass. I wanted that big thing back in me. I lay there glowing hot, as relaxed, happy, and physically drained as I had ever been. I was in a daze.

I don’t know how much time went by. Somehow I was on my feet again, and Cox was no longer naked. I felt him sliding my shorts up over my legs and up to my waist, pulling my T-shirt over my head, and straightening my uniform. Like staggering drunk, I stood wavering until I finally fell back against the wall.

–God, I feel like a schoolgirl who just lost her cherry. Dreamy-eyed. Dizzy. In love.–

Cox brought his face close to mine and kissed me again. I kissed him back eagerly, and I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close. “God, that was great,” I whispered in his ear. “Fuck me again. Please.”

He looked into my eyes. “No problemo, Sarge. I’ll be in touch.” With that, he gave me a wicked smile then walked out of the shed, all rippling muscles and arrogant swagger. The sonofabitch. He knew all the time.

–He got you, you know. He fucked you in the ass, and you begged for it. You’re his.–

Yeah, I said to myself. Yeah, and that’s just fine. My life had taken an About-Face. Maybe weekends wouldn’t be so solitary.

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Driving back to base, a thought flashed into Joseph’s mind. He pulled to the side of the road and punched in William Barns home phone number. A female voice answered and said, “Hello?”

“Hi, is this the home of William Barns?” Joseph asked, and when the party on the line confirmed it, he asked if Bill was at home.

“Yes he is, but he is rather busy right now. May I ask who is calling?”

“Please, just tell Bill that Joseph is calling from a cell phone and that it is rather important that I speak with him.”

Joseph heard the woman call out “Bill-someone called Joseph-calling from a cell for you.” “Joseph! Anything wrong?” Bill asked breathlessly.

“No, nothing really wrong-I just had this feeling that I should call in and tell you about something that happened this evening when I got to the Muhammad house. When I arrived, only the girl was home.”

“Well a nice, quiet evening at home together,” Barns said leeringly, “bet you were thrilled.”

“As a matter of fact, I was, and things were going along as you would expect,” Joseph said. “However, when I asked where her parents were, Kassie said that Fazzi and Mary were at a meeting of the ‘Justice for the Middle East Committee’. It was some sort of executive meeting and Fazzi, as an officer in the organization, was required to attend. At the time, it just did not seem important or unusual. Later, we were interrupted by a phone call telling me to get back to the base ASAP as the base was on alert. Just now, while driving back, suddenly a thought came into my mind. Knowing Arab culture, and Mary in particular, it now strikes me as rather unusual that she would be invited to a meeting of the executives. While it is not unheard of for women to hold positions of importance, it was just a bit out of the ordinary. I thought it might be important-so I figured I’d better contact you.”

“Joseph, can you stay where you are and on the line? I need to go into my den. Give me time to fire-up my computer. I’ll be able to access my office files from there and look up that organization. Don’t move from there. We have a clear connection and I don’t want to loose you.” he said, and started leave.

Joseph screamed, “Hey Bill I can’t wait! I have to get back to the base!”

“Fuck the base! This just may be important. I’ll cover for you with the base. Just don’t move until I check this out. And that’s a direct order coming from the FBI. I’ll get back to you right away!” Barns yelled.

Joseph was used to taking orders, so he sat there with the phone to his ear-feeling rather foolish-and waited. He waited twenty minutes ’til he heard the voice on the phone again. “Yes?” he asked, “what do you have for me? Give it to me quick. I told the base I would be back in two hours and I’m going to be late.”

“First of all, relax. I will call your Commanding Officer. The alert is most likely just a practice drill. If it were anything serious-I would have known about it. I’ll tell him you are working for ‘Homeland Security’, and that you will be back as soon as I let you go. He’ll approve anything I order him to, so you just listen to what I have to tell you-then decide what you want to do.”

“Sure, whatever you say Bill. I just don’t want to wind up with a Court-Martial or even a week of K.P. Who the hell do I take my orders from?”

“Look, anything having to do with Homeland Security-I’m your boss and my orders supersede any army orders. The only person who can countermand my orders would be my District Chief. I think I can trust you to know the difference between an army order and an FBI order? As long as you do your job, I will back you up to the hilt,” he said, and continued, “anyway, I looked up that organization, and it is a cover operation that raises money for ‘Hamas’. Are you sure Kassie told you he was an officer? -Because his name is not listed.”

“That’s what she said,” he assured Bill, “but she might have just assumed that her father would be an officer in any group in which he had a membership.”

“Can you get back there tonight and get me more information?”

After thinking about going back for a while, Joseph told him, “I could go back now, but I don’t think it’s wise to do. If I came running back right now, with my base on alert, they might think that was weird, especially, if I started to ask questions about that committee business.”

“Bingo! adana escort Anyone ever tell you that you have a nose for this type of work?” the FBI agent said, “you’re right, this may have been a slip or it might even be a way of testing you. You have to play it like you are not interested in Fazzi’s meeting. I’m sure you can figure a way of getting more information on the organization in the future. Just play it cool and be careful. This could be the break we need to get ‘goods’ on them. Our government has finally recognized ‘Hamas’ as a terrorist organization. Wait a second. You know, I never asked you if you were circumcised.”

“I’m not circumcised. Why do you ask?” Joseph answered; trying to figure out what Bill could be getting at.

“I’m glad you’re not. If you were, they might think you were a Moslem or an Israeli spy. That just may be one of the reasons they might want you to ‘bed’ either Kassie or Fazzi. “

“Well, you can stop worrying about that Bill,” the soldier said quietly. “They both know I have not been skinned.”

“I won’t ask you how they know,” Bill laughed, “but I could guess. Get back to the base. I’ll see you Sunday. Have a good weekend.”

Joseph turned on the radar detector and drove at a good clip back to the base, making record time. He pulled the car into the school parking lot and made his way to the Company Headquarters. Soldiers in field dress were scurrying here and there loading up trucks with all kinds of gear. He reported in to the company clerk.

“You’re twenty minutes late. I hope that girl was worth it, because this is going to cost you! Where the fuck was you?” Williams demanded to know.

“Didn’t a Mr. Barns contact you? He said he was going to talk to the C.O. about this,” Joseph said, just as the C.O. came out of his office.

“Corporal Williams, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you, Benson was on special duty for me,” the C.O. said, and then told Joseph to join-up with his unit in the barracks.

Joseph ran to his quarters and found Ibrahim packing his gear. “Glad you made it back buddy,” his roommate said, as he continued to pack his duffel bag. “Get packed. We are moving out.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. All we were told was to pack our field stuff as if we were going out on field maneuvers,” he said. “We were told to pack for a week in the field. What with the weekend coming up everyone is pissed off. Where the hell were you?”

“On overnight with Kassie in Paterson,” he said, “we got caught at a most inappropriate time, damn it. Her family had left for the evening and we had the house to ourselves.”

“Oh!” he laughed, “got caught with your pants down? I still hope you know what you are doing, Joseph.”

“It’s gone beyond playing games, Ibrahim. We are talking about a future together,” Joseph said, and then asked Ibrahim, “If I should need a Best Man would you like to take the job?”

“You don’t know what you’re getting into, buddy. Are you aware that you might have to convert to Islam? And are you sure you want to go through with that? You would have to be circumcised!”

“I’m not so sure about having my cock cut,” the soldier said as he packed his field kit. “Her mother was Christian, and we might get hitched in an army chapel. We have not even discussed that part yet-but as much as I hate the thought-if it comes down to that-hell, with the size of my cock, I think I can spare a bit of foreskin for her. Besides, there is still plenty of time to think about that.”

“Well you better start to think about it. No Muslim father is going to permit his daughter to marry a Christian. We don’t like losing any of our people to you infidels. Then there is also the matter regarding the restrictions on not eating pork,” Ibrahim jested, “who will I give my bacon to…to say nothing about those pork chops you love so dearly!” “Now you Muslims have gone too far,” he jested, “much too far. There, I have my gear all packed-what now?”

“The usual!” Ibrahim said. “We wait.”

They sat around until a little after midnight. Then the “Stand Down” command was heard over the school ‘Bitch Box’: “Stand down. The alert is canceled. Resume regular duties.”

A loud chorus of moans, groans and curses could be heard. Typical army shit-hurry up and wait.

“What are you going to do now-go back to Paterson?” Joseph’s roommate asked.

“No, I think it’s too late for that,” he said; “besides I need a good night’s sleep. I’ll just call her and tell her I’ll see her Monday night.”

“Not going there over the weekend?” asked Ibrahim.

“No, I have something to do for Kassie’s father on Long Island this weekend. She knows all about it,” Joseph told him. “I’m going outside to give her a ‘good night’ call before going to bed.”

“Hey you don’t have to do that-I would love to hear how you make love to her in Arabic,” Ibrahim said, as he dodged a pillow thrown at him by Joseph while he left the room. “Come back soon. It’s unusual eskişehir escort having you sleep here, and it will give us a chance to catch up on things.”

Walking outside, the soldier found a secluded spot and called Kassie. He told her the alert had been just a drill, and that he would see her Monday night. She said that since she had the weekend free, she and her mother had decided to visit relatives in the Dearborn area of Michigan. They would not be back ’til late Monday evening. He wished her a safe trip. Then, sounding very disappointed, he told her that he would miss her. “Please tell Fazzi that I hope to have good news for him about my meeting with Mr. Worthington by Sunday evening.

“Maybe you would like to stop off here on your way back from Long Island?” she asked. “It would break up your trip. Perhaps you could also pick up the laundry you left. The maid says that she washed and ironed your uniforms and they are waiting for you.”

“Oh yes, I forgot about that,” he said. “Please thank her for me. I don’t need them now, so I will pick it up next time I see you. I’ll miss you, ‘habibi’. I’m sorry about tonight. Perhaps next time I shouldn’t answer the phone!”

“I love you, ‘habibi’, and I really wanted you tonight, but the army comes first. Coming from a military family I understand, truly I do,” she cooed. “Maybe next time. ‘Til Tuesday then.”

Joseph went back to his room and found his roommate stretched out on the cot, still dressed in his field uniform, sound asleep. Joseph undressed, crawled into his bed and got a good night’s sleep.

Saturday, after inspection, he drove the car into New York City to pick up Richard. It was the first time he had driven in a city of that size. At first he was a bit scared. The drive through the tunnel was unnerving, but once he got that under his belt, he was able to find his way about Manhattan. He had studied the city maps, and after a few bad turns, he finally made it downtown to Richard’s apartment. He found a place to park within view of the front door and called Richard on the cell phone. “Hey babe, I’ll be up in a few minutes. Are you packed and ready to go?” Joseph asked.

“Yes!” answered an excited Richard: “I’ve been ready and waiting for a half hour. We can leave as soon as you get here. That is, unless you have another plan in mind, babe. It seems like years since we have seen each other. I’m so horny for you, that I’ve been sitting here thinking about raping you the moment you walk in the door!”

“You’re going to have to hold that thought until we are in bed tonight, lover. You know how I hate to fuck and run. And we are going to have to run if we are going to catch the train,” Joseph lied-laughing to himself-“besides, I want to make love to you under your parents’ roof. It’s a real turn on knowing they will be in the same house.”

“That’s all well and good, but I just hope I can hold out that long!” Richard screamed into the phone. “Just get your ass up here fast!”

Joseph closed his cell, got out of the car and opened the trunk and removed his small overnight bag-which he carried into the apartment building. Using the key that Richard had given him, he entered the lobby, found and rode the elevator up to Richard’s floor. He opened the door to the apartment and there was Richard, waiting for him. The two lovers embraced each other and kissed.

“I’ve missed you so much, lov,” Richard said, as his hands slipped down to Joseph’s ass-his hard erection grinding against the soldier’s groin. “You sure you don’t want to forget about going out to the Island tonight? We could stay here tonight and catch the first train in the morning. I’ll call dad and he will understand.”

“No Rich, as much as I’ve missed you, and want you right now, there are reasons that we have to leave now. For one, you know your family must have prepared supper for us, and that they will be very disappointed if we don’t show up tonight,” Joseph said. “As for the other reasons-I will explain them to you while we are on the way. Just hold that horniness ’til later, my love. I promise you won’t be sorry.”

“Spoil sport,” the dejected lover said, as both he and Joseph picked up their travel kits and together they made their way to the elevator. “Man, do I have a lot to tell you too.” Riding down in the elevator, Rich told Joseph that he had got the ‘underwear’ job he had told him about. “The money is enough to pay for my acting school, full-time. Also, remember that small part, the one I told you I was auditioning for? My agent said I’m a shoo-in.”

“Fantastic! I’m really glad for you. No more tables to wait on,” Joseph grinned.

“Well, like they say, maybe I should not give up my day job just yet,” said Richard, as they left the elevator and went out on to the street, “but at least I don’t have to wait tables on the weekends.”

As Joseph started to walk in the direction of his car, Richard grabbed his arm and said, “Hey, haven’t you sakarya escort learned where the subway is by now? It’s the other way.” “I know, but I just wanted to take a look at that car parked across the street-that white convertible BMW.”

“Yeah, that’s real kool,” said Richard, as the two of them approached and circled the car. “Someday, when I’m a big star on Broadway, I’m going to get my hands on one of these babies. Then I’ll be able to take you home or on a date in real style.”

“That someday is now. It’s mine-all mine,” said Joseph, to his shocked companion, as he opened the trunk. “Put your stuff in the trunk with mine, and we will drive out to see your folks in style. In fact I’ll even let you drive it. Along the way I will fill you in and bring you up to date. Do you think you can handle this ‘junky’?” “You bet your sweet ass I can. Dad lets me drive his BMW and that’s a stick shift-this should be a piece of cake. How did you ever manage to get this ‘jalopy’? The government isn’t spending my hard earned tax money giving you soldiers BMWs, are they?” “Nope, it wasn’t given to me by our government. A government to which, if I recall right, you don’t report some of your hard earned cash,” Joseph jested. After loading their luggage, he handed Richard the car keys and got into the passenger seat. “Here, you get behind the wheel. Let me show you where everything is and how to start this baby up.” Richard listened, started the car up, put it in drive, and they started off to the Island. Joseph told Rich how he got the car, and filled him in on what had happened since they had last seen each other. He told him everything-including the parts about Fazzi and Kassie. “I’m telling you all this, because I want you to hear this from me, and I don’t want to hold anything back from you. I don’t want there to be any secrets or hidden stuff. I love you and trust you and there will be nothing secret between us. Anytime you feel that it’s getting to be too much for you, let me know, and I’ll try to pull out.”

“Joseph, you know I didn’t want you doing any of this crap in the first place. But, I also know that it has to be done, and that you are probably the only one able to do this. Really, I may bitch and complain, but I’m proud of you. I did a lot of thinking about this, and I must admit, that in the beginning, I was ready to kill you. But then I kept telling myself-over and over-that you are doing this for us, for you, for the fucking country and for me. You I can fight, but I can’t fight the entire country, can I?”

“Tomorrow, my FBI control man will be at your parents’ house. He will talk to all of us: you, your parents, and me. I already asked your dad to meet with him and your father has agreed. Tonight, I’m going to tell your mom and dad the whole story. If after they hear me out, they agree to work with me, I will continue this-otherwise I will tell Bill that I want out. I’ll quit and go back to being an army translator. I don’t care which way this turns out, as long as I have you and your family alongside me in the future,” Joseph said, as he leaned his head against Richard’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Watch that babe. I don’t want to smash up your new car. You have a way of getting me excited at the most inopportune times,” Richard said, as his fingers grasped the wheel to keep the car under control.

The rest of the trip, Joseph filled him in on who Agent Barns was, and explained more or less how his family would fit into the complicated plan. He had planned to tell the entire family together, but the soldier thought it would be better to at least get Rich ‘on board’ first. This way, both of them would present a united front. Joseph slipped a CD into the slot, and for the rest of the trip they heard music from the expensive sound system in the car.

Richard’s eyes spied the ‘black box’ hooked up to the sun visor. “Hey is that a radar detector up there?” he asked.

“Yes and no,” Joseph said. “It is a bug scanner and radar detector rolled up into one instrument. I need it to make sure that no one is listening to what’s going on or has planted a tracking device. Agent Barns thought it would be better to be safe than sorry. I’ll show you how it works later.”

The drive lasted about two hours. When they were about 30 minutes from the house, Richard told Joseph to call and let his parents know that they were on their way and would be there soon. He wanted them to know so that they would not go to the station to meet them. “Just tell them we have arranged other transportation and don’t need to be picked up,” said Richard.

Twenty minutes later, they appeared at the gate of the Worthington estate. Using the gate intercom, they were let in and drove up to the front door. Both of Richard’s parents were waiting with opened mouths. As they stepped out, Rich’s father, seeing his son get out from behind the wheel, said aghast, “Well, if I had known that modeling underwear was going to pay so well-I would have done that myself years ago. I would have been saved from all the ups and downs of the market.”

“Sorry dad but it’s not mine-it belongs to Joseph, and he did not steal it either,” he joked. “He will explain it all to the both of you in due time.”

“From what Joseph tells me, we all have an interesting weekend in store for us,” Richard senior said.

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Every man should have a fuck buddy and mine is a fucking beauty. Betty is forty-two with wavy black hair. A little on the chubby side and with a fashion sense that would have made her grandma proud. Never the less she looked alright, most people would have thought of her as being pretty not a glamor but pretty enough. Her best features are her massive tits which, while having lost their perkiness just there sheer size made you want to bury your face in them and go bhurrrrr.

Oh and did I mention she was the filthiest piece of shit whore I’d ever come across? I’d picked her up one night a couple of years ago and we’d been fucking ever since.

She was dirty the first night I fucked her. Letting me do her in the ass without lube up against the car park wall, and was now letting me do anything I wanted to her.

The way Betty liked to be fucked most woman would have considered being raped. She liked to be taken not made love to. She wanted to be held down, her clothes ripped from her body and fucked hard. She liked being choked and slapped. Spitting on her drove her wild. You couldn’t be too rough with this chick, it was anything goes. She only had one rule; don’t do anything that she’d have to go to the hospital for. As she would say “it’s too hard to explain.” Her favorite thing was being humiliated and degraded. She wanted to be treated like a piece of meat not as a person, it drove her wild.

I’d been over at her place one night and we’d gotten stoned before I fucked her brains out. She crashed on the bed to stoned to move I guessed. Me, well I had the munchies so after I’d found something to eat I parked myself on the couch to watch some TV and give myself some time to straighten up before I headed home.

There was nothing on TV so I started rummaging through her videos to find something worth watching. It turns out gaziantep escort she was a sci-fi geek and the only thing I could find that didn’t sound like star trak was a video with the word daddy on it.

What was in the video blew me away, I knew this girl was into anything but the video just blew my mind.

It was her I’m guessing about ten years ago strung up in a room with about ten guys who were taking turns beating the shit out of her and fucking her. By beating the shit out of her I mean that’s exactly what they were doing. They had whips, belts, ropes, paddles and anything else they could use as a weapon and where just beating her mercilessly with them.

She was screaming, crying and begging them to stop but they just laughed and kept beating on her.

When they got sick of beating her they’d start fucking her for a while till they got bored with that and went back to beating her.

I couldn’t imagine fucking her in a more degrading way than what I’d been doing, boy was I wrong.

One part that really sticks in my head was one of the guy’s sticking his cock deep into her ass, then with one swift action he buries his fist in her ass along with his cock. You could actually see him jerking his cock off inside her asshole. I’d never seen anything like it before in my life.

By the time the video had finished my cock was rock solid again. I went into the bedroom to find her sitting up in bed fingering herself. She’d woken while I was watching the video and as she explained later was doing herself to the sounds she could hear herself making on the video.

I suppose I couldn’t have explained how dirty a whore she was any better than that. She’d made herself cum to the sounds of her getting beaten. I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around so she konya escort was on all fours and grabbed my belt from the floor besides me. I folded the belt in half and started beating her. I was hitting her across the ass, not flat out but hard enough for her to know about it.

She hadn’t flinch, just dropped her head down onto the bed to lift her ass up higher into the air. I had her count the blows as they landed. By the time I’d gotten to thirty I was hitting her as hard as I could and she still wasn’t flinching.

I stopped at fifty with her ass so read it looked like a tomato. Bruises had started to form and turn slightly purple. The bit that freaked me out was looking down at her cunt only to see it almost reflecting the light, it was that fucking wet.

I couldn’t fucking believe it. What was I thinking, if listening to herself get beaten got her horny why was I surprised that actually getting beaten would make her wet.

I rubbed my hand on her pussy to lube it up, because that fist was going straight up her ass. One finger turned into three fingers and within a couple of minutes my fist was in her ass and I was driving it home like there was no tomorrow. She started moaning and thrusting her hips back to the rhythm, her breathing becoming sallower and sallower with every thrust as she got closer to orgasm.

I have to admit that when she came it was amazing. She squeezed so hard that my fist felt like it was about to get crushed, she started trembling uncontrollably before collapsing flat on the bed dragging my fist and me along with it down with her.

I gave her a couple of seconds to recover before I dragged her back up onto her knees and started to work my fist around her ass again. My cock was so hard it could have bitten threw steel.

I got up onto kayseri escort the bed so I was almost hovering over her and pressed my cock against her asshole. With one push it slid straight into her ass along side my fist. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started jerking off inside her asshole.

Man did I whack off hard, I only lasted a couple of minutes before I blew my load deep in her ass but it was long enough for her to come again not as violently as the first time but it still felt great when she squeezed.

We both collapsed for a couple of minutes to catch our breath and when I had, I asked her about the video.

She was reluctant at first to talk about it but after a couple of slaps across the face she started talking.

It turns out she left home when she was eighteen after getting into some trouble. She started doing speed and quickly moved on to selling it to supports herself. When a deal went bad and one of the junkies she was dealing to ripped her off meant she couldn’t pay the bikers she’d bought it off. When she couldn’t pay they beat the shit out of her before raping her. They gave her another week to come up with the cash and when she couldn’t her only option was to do a deal with the bikers.

When all you’ve got to deal with is your big tits and ass you don’t exactly have the whip hand in negotiation.

One of the bikers covered her debt and her ass now belonged to him. She was passed around from biker to biker and always treated like a piece of meat.

After a while you get used to things and they become normal she told me. She was fucked, beaten, humiliated and degraded almost on a daily basis from the age of eighteen till she was thirty five. She was discarded by them when the biker that bought her got locked up in jail. The video was shot a couple of days before he got locked up and was meant as is last hooray. Apparently they went to a secluded farm house and spent a week in a wild drug fueled orgy with her and five other sluts and approximately fifty or so smelly bikers. The video I saw was only a small part of what happened that week. There are more videos which she has and I can’t wait to see them.

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***

I went in to work early, and I came and went sporadically, but never being gone from the factory more than 30 minutes. My shift bosses had to be totally confused. Every time I walked out, looking like I was calling it quits, I’d stroll back in a few minutes later. I’d leave from the delivery exit and come back in through the main entryway. I’d head out through one of our fire exits (I could deactivate them) and come back inside through another.

The VP for Operations finally just kicked me out of the place with a smile. “Get your ass out of here and get some rest.”

“I will. I promise—one more thing to do.” I pulled out a stopwatch and yanked the fire alarm.

The VP shook his head; I smiled.

Fire drill. I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance.

It was 4:30pm when I left work. I drove around for about an hour, and when I was sure the VP had gone home for the evening, I went back to the factory.

***

I rolled home late; it was after midnight, and I staved off sheer exhaustion with a Coke. On the way, I thought about Misha. She was always going to be with me. I wondered if the same was true for her.

I spent more time thinking about Katy and Amy, us living together and being together. The more I thought about it, the more I grew concerned. This, I thought, could get out of control.

Nobody was awake when I stepped into the apartment. I washed up, walked over, and quietly opened Katy’s door. The blinds were closed, and it was pitch black in there.

“Katy?” I whispered.

I heard her move in the bed, sit up, maybe. “Are you here for my body, Michael?”

“I…No, I wanted to talk.”

“Talk dirty?”

“No…”

“I’m just kidding, Michael. Go ahead; I’m up.”

“It’s about Amy and, well…,” I couldn’t see shit. “Katy, do you care if I turn on the light?”

“Please don’t,” she said, “What we’re you saying?”

“Yeah, uh, I wanted to talk to you about the three of us, especially Amy.”

She didn’t respond.

I went on. “I’m worried. I don’t want anything we are doing to make Amy feel bad, you know? She keeps getting better and better, and I’d hate myself if something we were doing started to hurt her or make things worse. I love her.”

Still, she didn’t say anything.

I continued. “And I don’t want anything to hurt our relationship, Katy. I love you, too. If anything were to fuck that up, it’d be terrible to me. These weeks together have been…shit, the happiest I’ve been in years. You are two of the smartest, funniest, and most exciting and beautiful women I’ve ever known. I feel so lucky to have you both here.”

She said, “You’re in love with us? Both?”

That was tricky to answer. I didn’t want to hurt Katy’s feelings. “I love both of you, yes, but it’s…it’s not a ‘let’s get married’ thing. It’s…I’d do anything for you. I’m always, always going to be there for both of you. I’m…I don’t know…like your ally and your shield and your sword. Shit, I care about your happiness more than I do about my own. So, yes, I love you and Amy.”

“Michael, that’s…that’s one of the nicest things I’ve ever heard.”

“I couldn’t stand to ruin it, Katy—for either of you. I’d hate myself if I lost one of you—or both.”

Silence.

“And it’s probably terrible to say at a moment like this, but I don’t give a shit. I am so attracted to the two of you. Fuck me. I see you walking around in my apartment, and I can barely control myself. I want to fuck your brains out.”

My eyes were beginning to adjust, and I saw Katy’s silhouette slide off the bed, stand up and walk over to me.

She was nude. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she kissed me.

Her lips were sex, melting sex. Soft and yielding, it wasn’t until she pulled back when I realized that she tasted like pussy. She said, “Amy?”

Then, the lamp came on. Amy’s hand drew back from it. She was topless in Katy’s bed.

Katy shifted over to my side and looked back at Amy. “He is very, very sweet, isn’t he?”

“He is,” Amy said, smiling.

“Is he going to lose us? What do you think, Amy?”

“No.”

Katy said, “I don’t think so, either.” She turned to me, “You’re safe, Michael. We love you, too, don’t we?”

“We do,” Amy answered. She slipped out of bed and came over to me. She kissed my cheek, and then, my lips. She tasted like pussy, too. Amy turned my face into the light. “You look tired, Mike.”

“Tired, but happy now. Haven’t slept much.”

“Poor baby,” Katy offered.

“Let us take care of you, Mike.” Amy led me to the bed. Katy took off my trousers and socks. Amy took off my shirt. They both removed my boxers. Each took an arm and laid me in Katy’s bed, Amy on my right, Katy on my left.

Amy shut off the light, and then their hands were all over me, feeling, massaging, kneading. I felt lips and tongues everywhere. I closed my eyes.

It all stopped when Amy asked, “What should we do, Katy?”

“Let’s suck bursa escort his dick and then we can let him sleep.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll want these balls; you take that cock,” Katy said.

“I get his cum, then?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Katy struck first. She lifted my balls, and soon, I felt my entire sack encased in warm wetness. Fuck, her mouth was huge. Her tongue began to massage it, and my body just seeped into relaxation.

Amy’s lips clasped the head of my cock and descended. Her mouth was feverishly hot and sloppy wet, as if she’d been drooling in anticipation of sucking my dick. I heard her slurp as she drew up, and I felt a bead of saliva stream down towards Katy’s lips.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel so completely at ease and satisfied. A tinging warmth spread through me, and I felt like my body was, very slowly, sinking deeper into the mattress.

It’s impossible to overstate my surprise at how gently and soothingly Katy operated on that very sensitive part of me. I had no idea such a thing felt so good. Katy could make me cum, strictly from what she was doing to my balls. I knew how, when I had my cock buried in a pussy, it felt like home, like this is the place it’s supposed to be. I never felt anything like that about my sack. It was just there. I knew differently, now. My balls had a home, too—completely inside Katy’s mouth.

Amy’s blowjob was slow and wet. It felt like I was being slowly ridden by a sopping pussy. She rode my cock with her lips.

These sensations were awe inspiring, but what truly made my orgasm imminent was the orgy of sounds I heard. I heard swallowing and smacking. I heard slurping, sucking, and sloshing. It sounded like my cock was being fed upon by a pair of starving tigresses.

When first I grunted, Katy started to suck hard and relax in rapid cycles, like her lips were pumping my balls for cum. Amy dove deep with her lips and held there, and for the first time, I felt her suction. It reminded me of Misha—strong and unwavering. My balls were being shaken by Katy’s mouth; my cock was being vacuumed by Amy’s.

I grunted again, and my body began to disgorge semen. The ecstasy of it was multiplied by Katy’s efforts. Each spasm was sharper, somehow. Each hit a higher peak. Katy’s rapid-fire suction made me feel like every outpouring of cum was a leaping shot, like it might have went high into the air had Amy not been drawing it all down her throat.

Katy didn’t stop until she saw Amy slowly ease off me. The girls, one on each side, climbed up beside me in bed.

“That was fucking amazing,” I muttered.

Amy drew herself close to me, draping an arm over my tummy. Katy did the same, only laying her arm across my chest. I could feel tits and nipples against me on both sides.

Then, Katy said, “If you wake up for more, you can fuck me, Michael.”

Amy said, “Mmm. Me, too.”

I grew alarmed and opened my eyes. “Wait a second,” I said, “so who am I supposed to fuck first?”

Katy looked across my chest at Amy. “He’s right. We’re putting him in a bad position.”

“Yeah,” Amy acknowledged, “How about whoever is closest?”

Katy pulled her body tight against me. Amy did the same.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered, and the girls started laughing.

***

Sometime in the night, I don’t have any idea when, I woke up. I looked left and saw Katy on her back near the edge of the bed. She had stolen all the sheets and was snoring deeply. I looked right. Amy was next to me on her side, naked ass out and pointed at me.

She had a beautiful waist. Laying on her side accentuated the hourglass shape of her figure. It was irresistible. I reached out and touched her waist, hips, and butt, running my hands all over the sweeping curves.

Amy stirred, and she arched her back, pushing her butt out. I could see the shadow hiding her pussy in the darkness.

I leaned towards her ear and whispered, “Shhh.”

She nodded, and I gently scooted down the bed, listening for Katy’s snores to let me know I hadn’t wakened her. I wanted to taste Amy’s pussy and get it ready for my cock. About half-way down I stopped—my feet got tangled in something.

I grabbed the item and looked—panties. I tossed them to the floor and gazed straight ahead.

Amy’s round booty was inches in front of my face. The urge to kiss it overpowered me. I craned my neck forward and kissed the dark line where those two big spheres met. My hands gripped each cheek and the smooth, firm flesh stirred and excited me. I needed more of this fucking ass.

I pressed my face against it, and quietly as possible, I kissed, licked, and sucked every place my mouth landed. Fuck, it was good. Somehow putting my mouth on Amy’s ass satisfied some deep urge to possess it and completely have it. Others might have said it was nasty, what I was doing, but that made it all the more exciting to me. I didn’t give a fuck. A woman’s body is my playground.

I pried her ass apart, exposing her most hidden place. Letting malatya escort go of her ass cheeks, I repositioned myself slightly, slipping my arms around her body at her hips. I gripped my forearms and hugged Amy’s butt into my face. I pulled her hard into me. I nuzzled between those soft globes until my lips were on her tiny puncture.

I kissed Amy’s asshole, and I kissed everywhere around it. Then, I licked it. I wasn’t thinking about the taste—it wasn’t objectionable, just skin with a hint of perspiration and a touch of pussy—I was thinking about totally owning this fucking ass, every part of it. Something about it set me ablaze with lust.

I was vaguely aware of Amy’s heavy breathing and Katy’s snores. I felt Amy pushing back against me, and to know that I wasn’t the only one really turned on, excited me even more.

I squeezed my face closer, hugging her butt tighter to me, and I pushed my tongue against her asshole. It resisted me. I gathered saliva to the front of my mouth and pushed it through my lips. Then, I slathered it on Amy’s little hole with my tongue. Forcing the tip of my tongue against her, I finally felt it push inside her, perhaps an inch. I grunted and started tongue-fucking her ass.

It was depraved and nasty and fucking awesome. I could feel my cock, already hard, turning from wood to steel. I always feel rigid on the outside, but this felt like my erection was starting somewhere deeper inside my body. If it could have spoken to me, it would have been screaming for a connection with female flesh.

I released Amy’s booty and gently slid up the bed, still attending to those snores from Katy. When I was beside Amy, she turned to me and grinned, panting and nodding. Then, she held up a finger: wait.

She reached to her nightstand and quietly slid open the drawer. Her fingers searched inside for a moment, and then emerged with a small tub of vaseline. I took it from her and whispered, “Can you be quiet?”

She nodded.

I prepared the areas. In short order, I was in position, the tip of my cock against her asshole. I bent up a little so I could watch Amy’s face. Katy was snoring.

“Are you sure?”

She clutched a pillow to her mouth and nodded. I applied pressure. Amy’s mouth gaped and her eyebrows raised and pinched together.

The head of my cock slid inside; her tightness held me. Amy and I were joined together. I heard her muffled whimper through the pillow. I remained in place, allowing her body to adjust and basking in the intimacy of our union.

Two things happened almost simultaneously. First, I felt the light touch of fingers on my shoulder. Second, I realized Katy was no longer snoring. I glanced over my shoulder and Katy was there, wide eyes, leering at what I was doing to her sister.

She mouthed some words. I only caught two of them: “fucking” and “ass.” I nodded, and Katy covered her mouth.

She put a finger to her lips and signaled for me to continue.

“Ready Amy?” I whispered.

She nodded.

I pushed, and the vaseline did it’s job, enabling my cock to inch smoothly inside Amy’s ass. She bit the pillow and moaned.

Meanwhile, I saw Katy tip-toeing around the bed to Amy’s other side. She knelt down beside the bed and reached across the sheets between Amy’s legs.

I took the opportunity to push myself the rest of the way in. I heard Amy cry into the pillow.

Katy looked at me, smiling. Apparently, her fingers were working on Amy, but Amy wasn’t reacting. She must have thought I was reaching around, doing it myself. So, I reached over and under her body and clutched her heavy breasts, watching her face.

Her eyes opened and she drew down the pillow. Katy laughed, rose, and slid into bed beside her sister. Amy said, “Oh, shit. I didn’t know we woke you, Katy, but please keep doing that.”

“Fuck her, Michael.”

I had been holding in place. Now, I drew back, and then plunged forward.

When Amy closed her eyes, I saw Katy lean in closely. As my cock drove inside her, Amy’s mouth yawned open. Katy immediately kissed her, and Amy’s moan went down Katy’s throat.

I watched them kiss and fucked Amy’s ass slowly. They continued to kiss, I could see their tongues lunging and twisting from the little movements of their cheeks. I glanced down and saw Katy’s arm gyrating between Amy’s legs. My cock felt the movement of Katy’s fingers inside her sister’s pussy. As my shaft glided through her asshole, Amy continued moaning into Katy’s mouth. My hands groped and squeezed Amy’s fat tits.

She had Katy’s tongue in her mouth, my hands on her tits, Katy’s fingers in her pussy, and my cock in her ass. Amy’s climax came on rapidly. She cried almost continuously into Katy.

I thrust inside her harder, increasing my tempo and pushing as deeply as I could. Now, Amy was hollering and Katy’s lips couldn’t quite contain the sound.

My own climax suddenly hit. I pinched my eyes shut, clutched Amy’s tits, and seized her nape with my lips, grunting. Cum surged çanakkale escort through my cock and filled Amy. I drew her body as close to mine as possible as the last contractions fired, and then my muscles relaxed completely.

Katy broke the kiss. “Oh, shit, you just came in my mouth, Amy. Fuck, that was hot.”

Amy was wheezing and nodding.

“Did he cum in your butt?”

“Yes,” Amy gasped, swallowing.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

Katy almost looked like she was panting, but not with exhaustion, with excitement. “Fuck, that is so crazy! Amy, tell me you liked it. I want to hear the words.”

Amy took a gulp of air and moaned, “I liked it when Mike fucked my ass.”

“Is he still inside you?”

Amy nodded.

“Let me see.”

Katy sat up and crawled over us. Amy and I had to move together. She rolled toward, but not quite on, her stomach. I rolled with her.

Katy pulled Amy’s ass apart and said, “Holy fuck, look at that cock.” She glanced up at me and said, “Pull it out, Michael. Slowly.”

I drew it out. When the head slipped out, Amy moaned.

Katy muttered, “Oh, shit, there’s the cum.”

I sat up and took a peek. Amy’s ass was slowly leaking cum.

Katy turned back to Amy. “That had to have hurt, Amy.”

“Some.”

“But, you liked it?”

“I did.”

Without hesitation, Katy asked, “Will you do me, Amy?”

Amy nodded, “Give me a minute?”

“Yeah, and…,” Katy stopped, cast a glance at me, and then turned back to Amy, asking, “…and will you put a finger in my ass, maybe?”

Amy nodded.

I was laying down, ordering myself to stay awake and watch it. Stay awake, and watch Amy and Katy. Stay awake, Mike. Stay…

***

The fuck was that noise? I sat up. I was on one side of the bed; Katy and Amy were curled up together on the other side.

That was some night, I thought.

Then I remembered. Shit! I didn’t stay awake.

I heard the sound again. It was the buzzer. Someone was ringing my doorbell. I slipped out of bed and ran to my phone. The facility gives tenants an app that shows us who’s buzzing. We can even talk through the intercom system.

I hit the alert on my phone and there, filling the screen, was Cynthia. Holy shit.

I steadied myself. “Hello?”

“Michael? That you?”

“Yes. Cynthia?”

“Uh-hmm. Will you buzz us in?”

“Scott with you?”

He stepped forward. “Hello, Mike.”

“Hi, Scott.”

Cynthia said, “We’d like to see our daughters, Michael. Can you buzz us in?”

I began, “Yeah. Hey, people are just getting up, can you…”

“Never mind, Michael, someone’s opening the door for us.”

I closed the tab, threw my phone down, and raced into the master bedroom. The day we fucking all sleep together in one bed is the day fucking Cynthia comes to visit us? Shit!

I burst through the door. “Amy! Katy! You’re Mom and Dad are here! They’re coming up right now! Hurry!”

They both shot up. Katy screamed, “Mom!” and there was a whirlwind of activity. We had, as I figured it, a little less than two minutes, depending on the elevator. I glanced at the clock: just after 9:00am. There was no time to think about how rude it was of Cynthia to show up unannounced at my apartment this early on a Friday morning.

My task was easy: make the couch looked slept in, throw on some clothes, and not look like I’d been ass fucking her daughter.

I was slipping on sweatpants when they knocked on the door. “Coming!” I ran toward the bedroom doors. “Are you good? Are we okay?”

I heard Katy’s shower running.

Amy emerged from her room. “I’m so sorry about this, Mike. My Mom!”

“We good? She’s waiting.”

“Other than my ass is sore and leaking cum, we’re good.”

I gave her an apologetic look, and then sped to the door.

This was it. The last time I’d seen Cynthia, I’d won the battle, but lost the war. I wondered if she was itching for another fight.

I opened the door.

Cynthia looked older. I was surprised. It had been five years, but she looked more like ten or so had elapsed. Scott looked about the same as always—tall and good-natured. I welcomed them in, and Amy met them at the threshold, giving big hugs as I went into the kitchen.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked.

Scott said, “Smells like coffee. I’ll have a cup.”

“I will, too,” Cynthia added.

Amy came over, saying, “I’ll make them. You don’t even drink coffee, Mike.” There was a hint of tenderness in her stride.

“Amy, are you hurt?” Cynthia asked.

Amy’s eyes darted to me before she said, “Just a little sore from working out.”

Scott and Cynthia were effusive in their compliments as to how Amy was looking. I was proud. Katy and I had done a pretty good job of helping Amy get healthy again.

Katy emerged from her room in a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her hair. More hugs ensued. Their family drank coffee at the table. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and stood off to the side.

“Michael, I trust you’re recovering well?” Cynthia asked.

Before I could answer, Scott said, “Mike, that was a hell of a thing you did.”

“Thanks,” I began, “and, yes, I’m…”

“It was very brave of you,” Cynthia said.

“Thank you, and thanks for asking. Yes, I’m good. Just waiting for my hair to grow back.”

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The Farm Ch. 11

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“Am I to assume you want me naked tonight, Miss Deb?”

The gorgeous auburn haired mistress turned her attention away from the vanity mirror. “I’ve only invited our closest friends, so yes, both you and Jordy will be serving naked. Why don’t you run down the hall and let Miss Jenny know my wishes as well.”

“Any instructions from you to Miss Jenny?”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning she is still your slave, that is, unless I’m mistaken.”

“She is,” she said dismissively. “That is my business, not yours. Now go tell her about tonight.” Deb turned to stare at the immense cock arching away from his groin. “How easy it was to arouse that beautiful organ of his,” she thought. “And how nice it felt when she plunged her slender frame down onto it until it sunk deep inside.” She sighed quietly, thinking about what a nice fuck he was. The subtle yearning down yonder dissipated and she returned her attention once more to touching up her cheeks with blush.

“Coming?” Jordy called from inside. He opened the door and saw that it was Bobby.

“Is Miss Jenny available?”

“What is it?” Came sweet the voice from somewhere inside.

Bobby peeked inside and spotted her relaxing on the bed. “Mistress wanted me to inform you that Jordy is to remain naked tonight for the party.”

“Along with yourself, I hope?” Jenny inquired.

“Yes Ma’am. We will both be naked.”

“Come in Bobby. Let me take a look at you.”

Yesterday had been a bit of a whirlwind. A flight delayed by engine troubles before take-off detained their arrival by more than an hour. They were however, greeted with hugs, kisses and flowers upon their arrival by Bobby Debra and Katie at the airport. Deb insisted to buy dinner for everyone. She had booked a reservation at a favorite steakhouse downtown and that was followed by an evening celebrating at a favorite club. It was a fun welcome but it also made for a busy and exhausting day for the newly arrived couple. By the time the group arrived back at Deb’s spacious home it was late and Jenny was ready for bed. Having Mistress Debra and her slave greet them when they arrived after being away for so long made for a nice welcome. Jenny owed her mistress so much. It was Deb who had sent her away. It was Deb who made arrangements for her to go to The Farm. It was Deb who purchased Jordy and it was Deb who owned her still.

Mostly, Jenny was pleased to see how well Jordy fit in with the gang. He and Bobby seemed to hit it off immediately and every indication confirmed he was the kind of guy she hoped. Having not seen him outside The Farm environment she still held suppressed worries of how he would do as a slave and partner in the real world. But Jordy added to the conversation around the table and appeared well adapted. He was quiet more than talkative but always remained at her side and that is what she wanted from him most of all. Katie seemed to be the odd one out, having no date, but gave no indication she felt at all uncomfortable being with a group of couples.

In many ways Katie reminded Jenny of herself ten years ago. She was blonde, beautiful and somewhat reserved. What distinguished them were their differing intelligence levels. Katie was equally as bright as her slave, although she didn’t have the same PhD credentials next to her name. At one point Jordy and her got off on some side-discussion in which they bantered back and forth about the validity of using some nonlinear regression equation to predict profit margins in a business model. It took the two of them all of about 30 seconds to completely lose Jenny, Bobby and Debra. But Jenny admired the egg-head aspect of her slave, knowing his mind would be something she would value and use to her advantage in the years to come. Not only was Jordy fun to be with, he was a deep thinker with many facets to his seemingly easy going personality.

Bobby approached the bed just as Jenny sat. His cock was nearly hard and a clear bead of precum had already formed at the apex of his slit. Reaching out she grabbed the immense shaft in both hands and felt its girth. He was so thick her dainty hand could not fully encircle it.

“I forgot just how big you got, Bobby.” Turning to Jordy she asked, “What do you think about this monster?”

“He’s huge,” Jordy responded without pause.

“He leaks like a sieve too,” Jenny said. Sliding a finger over his head she gathered his cum and sucked her finger clean. “And he tastes just as sweet as I remember.”

Jordy wasn’t sure what to make of her gesture. Feeling of insecurity cropped into his conscious. Slowly he lowered one hand and partially covered his smaller cock.

“He is huge, my slave. But I’m curious – and I want you to be honest with me – What do you think about these boys?”

“They’re gigantic Mistress.”

“Indeed they are! Do you like the look his them or do they turn you off?” Jenny swiped his head again and swallowed another finger-full of cum.

“Every guy wants to have an impressive package Mistress.”

“Don’t be coy with me. Do denizli escort they impress you or not?”

“They’re impressive but I don’t know what it would be like having one’s that big. It makes me wonder if they might be too big. I don’t know. They aren’t hanging from my crotch.”

“Are you telling me you don’t like them or that you do? I’m confused.”

“They’re different and their big. But to answer your question, I like what I have.”

Jenny smiled. “But if you had balls the size of his you wouldn’t be putting your hand over your crotch to hide your goods. Would you?”

“Probably not,” he conceded.

“And you’d leak all the time. Look at him. Come here. See how he just keeps oozing and oozing cum?”

“I can see.” Jordy turned to look at Bobby who stood in a kind of a standing present position although he wasn’t arching his hips forward. “Do you always leak this much?” Jordy asked.

“Only when I’m hard. If I’m not, I slow down quite a bit.”

“I think it’s hot that he leaks.”

“Why Mistress?”

“Because I see it as an indicator of his desire for me.”

Jordy’s eyebrows rose.

“Well how else would you explain this?” She grabbed his rigid cock. “Do you think it’s hard because he’s not thinking about me?”

“No Mistress.”

“Then why is he hard, slave?”

“Because he finds you appealing?” He said questioningly.

“You’re damn right he does. It’s the same reason you’re hard; isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“But do you know what? I’m only really attracted to you so relax. I don’t want this cock. It’s too big for me.” Jenny grinned and gave Bobby’s cock a playful slap.

Jordy spoke quietly, almost sheepishly, “I know you like me Mistress and all I want is for you to be happy.”

“Thank you. And you will be doing that.” Turning her attention back to Bobby’s manhood she mused aloud to Jordy. “You know, I’ve had this sausage inside me. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried him out. He feels good but he’s just a little too big.”

Neither guy responded. Jordy wasn’t sure if she was trying to make him feel insecure or jealous while Bobby wasn’t certain why she kept fondling him. After all, it was her playfulness after becoming Deb’s slave that resulted in Deb sending her to The Farm. Bobby found her so seductive. Being with her now after so many months away hadn’t changed anything. He started feeling those same desires returning. She could be so alluring when she wanted to be.

Jenny addressed Jordy. “Mistress Deb had Bobby enlarged. When he was with her sister he was probably about your size. Wouldn’t you say that is a correct statement?” She looked up at the beefy slave standing before her.

Bobby looked at Jordy’s erection. “Yes Mistress, I was about his size but I think I was a little longer.”

“But all that changed after Sharon gave you to Deb; didn’t it?”

Bobby nodded.

“Come here Jordy.” Jordy came and stood next to Bobby. Jenny took the liberty to fondle both of their balls. Jordy watched her hand cup both of his before noticing she couldn’t even close her other around even one of Bobby’s monsters. Making reference to Jordy’s package she asked, “Bobby, did you use to have balls this small?” She squeezed and pulled on Jordy’s sack.

Bobby considered the question. “I think all guys have balls that are about the same size, Mistress, so yes, I probably did.”

“I love what your mistress did to yours.” She looked at her slave. “I love yours too. Don’t take my comment as an either/or statement. I simply happen to like big testicles. They make his package.”

“They make his package because his cock is so thick,” Jordy added.

“Maybe they do.” Taking another slurp from Bobby’s continually oozing spigot she sighed quietly. Standing she pushed the guys away. “So when does the party start?”

“At seven,” Bobby answered.

“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll make sure Jordy is dressed appropriately. You may go.”

Bobby retreated to the door and said his goodbyes. Jenny waited for the last sounds of Bobby’s presence to vanish in the hallway outside. Sinking to her knees she took her slave’s cock in her mouth. It felt great having his manliness to do with as she wanted. Feeling its hard and rippled organ filling her oral cavity aroused her erotic side.

Jordy stood stock still and watched his beautiful mistress engulf his shaft. There was nothing more breathtaking than beholding this woman enjoying herself like this. For the longest while he watched her play and while she did he began feeling that familiar carnal desire pressing once more into the forefront of his conscious thoughts. What kept him from succumbing to the natural instinct of thrusting his pelvis toward her waiting mouth was the conversation he had just been a part of. He couldn’t get her words out of his mind. “Doesn’t he have the most gorgeous cock and balls Jordy?”

Jordy liked Bobby. He admired him. The guy was handsome and intelligent and respectful and caring diyarbakır escort and generally an all around good-guy. Besides his handsome appearance and muscular frame, he had the most beautiful god-damn package Jordy had ever seen. There was no denying it. His cock was massive and his balls were equally intimidating. He couldn’t help but feel small standing next to him. He knew it and he realized Jenny knew believed this well – and that’s where the hurt and insecurity entered into his thoughts.

“How did she ever get that thing inside her?” He thought. The fact that she had was hard to fathom. No wonder she said he was too big for her. What he wasn’t so sure of was whether or not she considered him to be too small. Right now it sure seemed like she did. She made more than a few insinuations as to how much she liked guys being bigger and there was no denying Mistress loved the taste of Bobby’s ever-oozing and throbbing cock.

Even though the rational side of him knew his cock was larger than most men, that didn’t matter. He didn’t care where his cock size-lay on the bell curve of life. What mattered was how his cock compared to those living with Jenny – and that meant Bobby. There was no denying the two of them would be living their lives mostly together and always naked. He could only hope that Mistress wouldn’t continue comparing his thin shaft with Bobby’s robust one – especially since they had already been intimate in times previous. He wasn’t sure what all that involved but they had fucked at least once while Miss Deb had been taken ill.

Jenny popped his saliva-covered head out of her mouth. “Get up on the bed. I want to fuck you.”

Jordy moved onto his back and lay on the plush comforter. His cock was throbbingly hard. He watched mistress slip out of the last remnants of her clothes and stand over him. She looked gorgeous. Her yearning pussy oozed moisture. Her legs were thin and shapely. Everything about her was perfect. Stacked and hanging deliciously tempting hung the most beautiful tits he had ever laid eyes on. Damn, she was put together so fine!

“You better get used to this,” she said stroking her inner thighs with both hands. “I’m going to do this every day.”

A drop of her nectar fell onto his abdomen. Jordy abandoned the serious, reflective look and grinned. “Does it really matter what I want, Mistress?”

“No, but I’m just letting you know what you can expect.”

And with that she squatted, grabbed a hold of his cock, and angled it directly toward her blossoming flower. It took only a second. Already wet from desire, her cunt received him without resistance. Jenny buried him completely inside. Gasping from the sudden fullness of his member she took him in his entirety.

“God you feel good!” Grinding her hips around as if assessing his rod she moaned. Her desire to take and possess him grew steadily. “You are my slave boy!” She hissed.

With two hands pressed flat against his pectorals she began moving up and down. Jordy’s body remained rigid and his focus never left that of his mistress. She felt incredible sliding up and down on his shaft. Even though she would periodically rake her nails into his chest, the painful clawing only heightened his erotic lusts. Jenny continued to lift and fall. In the minutes that followed her breathing became more audible as she began to tire. After several minutes she paused breathless.

“Fuck me slave. Fuck me! “

Jordy stared into those lustful and beautiful brown eyes looking back at him from no more than a foot away. “Yes Mistress.”

Jenny lifted her hips off of his and gave him the room he needed. Jordy arched up and buried his manhood deep inside her soaking cunt before letting it slip most of the way out. Thrusting upward again he plunged his rod inside. With every entry he could see the pleasure his intrusion made. The look on her face told him all he needed to know. He arched again, and again, and again and soon found a suitable rhythm. There was no mistaking he had found the right cadence. Her eyes and grimaces said it all. Jordy could feel her lust each time her pussy muscles gripped and milked his cock. He could even feel her desire in the pain she caused whenever she dug her nails into him.

After several minutes Jenny gasped, “Faster Jordy! Make me cum! Oh god, I need to cum, slave!”

This time it was Jordy who became breathless. Soon the two of them were gasping, albeit for different reasons. Jordy’s exhalations came from his efforts, Mistress’ came from the pleasure she felt building to its climax. Both moaned as desire raged outward from their loins.

Jordy continued his upward thrusts, stroking her slit with his 8 inch cock. God he loved making her feel this way. Being her slave and knowing she would want to use his rod to get off like this thrilled him. It took only another 50 or so strokes before her body suddenly tensed. She gasped several times in quick succession. Quickly, Jordy arched his hips upward and kept them antalya escort there. Making rapid micro-thrusts he worked her pussy just as Kamelah had taught him. Mistress Jenny exploded. Jordy watched her eyes roll lazily around. Jenny bit down on her lips and convulsed. Collapsing on his body she buried her face against the column of his neck and came spasmodically for several seconds. Jordy held her tightly with one arm around her back in the other gripping her ass.

Mistress and slave lay pressed together long after her climax settled. It was sometime before Jenny kissed his neck, eyes and eventually his lips. With both hands cupping his face she let her appreciation be made known for the slave who would be forever hers. He was everything she ever dreamed of possessing and there was nothing quite so freeing as being able to take him any way she wanted – whenever she wanted – and for as long as she wanted. Having him as her slave would be the greatest gift she would ever receive.

Fuck me again,” she whispered into his ear some minutes later.

Jordy’s cock had never softened throughout the lengthy time of their post coidal lovemaking. He waited for mistress to rise up again and when she finally did he pressed his member back inside.

Starting slow, he moved his shaft casually in and out. His groin was soaking wet from her juice and he could imagine seeing her nectar running down the length of his cock as it made its way onto his loins and down between his legs.

“I want you to come when I do this time,” she said softly. Stroking his cheek with her hand she felt him enter and retreat.

“Thank you, mistress but I don’t deserve this,” he said offhandedly.

“It’s not about deserving or not deserving my Jordy. You know that. It’s about you doing as you’re told.”

Jordy nodded and pushed up and into her sex. Mistress dropped her head down and watched his cock disappear and then reappear from between her legs.

“Your cock pleases me, slave,” she sighed. “It’s such a beautiful part of your handsome body.”

Jordy smiled and thrust up again and then again. Soon his breathing quickened and soon after his mistress started in with her own sighs and moans that so aptly expressed the pleasure she felt.

Soon after, her body began quivering with each thrust. Jenny rocked into his intrusions. It didn’t take long this time. Her lust had never really subsided. “I’m getting close.”

“Me too.” Jordy permitted the restraint he had maintained on his desire to cum to relax. Immediately he felt his own juice seeking release. Centering on Miss Jenny’s responses he watched his beautiful blonde mistress. Her dangling breast swayed just above his chest. Hearing her coo and gasp with each plunge of his rod inside her aroused pussy brought her ever closer to where she wanted to go.

She was indeed a beautiful woman. Even though she was on the petite side and physically small in stature, there was no denying her power. This beautiful blonde woman with a perfect body would forever be the one he would serve. He looked up into her eyes just as she planted a lustful kiss on his mouth. Just then, she climaxed.

Jenny rammed her tongue inside and took control of his mouth. Jordy pumped twice more and ejaculated. Jenny must have felt the warmth of his cream because she sighed and then came again. Rather than resting on his body like before she quickly crawled up and mounted his face. With her pussy pressed tightly against his mouth she waited.

“Don’t swallow, I want to see how much you gave me.”

Jenny waited and let his cream slowly find its way out from inside her tunnel. It took several minutes before the last of the drips found their way into his waiting mouth. Looking down at her helpless slave, Jenny grinned. In some odd way being her with him under her made her feel triumphant. It was these times when she felt indeed powerful. Sitting on his face and knowing he could do nothing but what she commanded him only served to reinforce that sense of dominance and entitlement. There was no doubt his mouth now contained a combination of his thick cream and her clear nectar. Jenny contracted those internal muscles in an effort to push whatever remained inside her out. Stroking her slender abdomen she stared down and into the dark eyes of her helpless slave.

“That was so beautiful to watch,” came the voice from behind her.

Whipping her head around Jenny spotted Mistress Deb leaning against the wall just inside the door. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Ah-Ah-Ah,” Deb said wagging her finger. “Remember who owns you. You don’t talk to me like that, my slave. Not even with him in your command.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jenny replied sullenly. “I’m sorry for misspeaking.”

A beautiful smile graced Mistress Deb’s face. Crossing the room she came and stood beside Jenny with one arm around her shoulder. “Were you hoping to see a lot?”

Jenny was still coming to grips with the fact that she had watched her fuck her slave. Her presence unnerved her but she did her best to keep her feelings hidden. “I hoped to but I’m not expecting too.”

Jenny climbed off of Jordy and had him stand. “Spit it out into your hands.”

A large gob of cream mixed with a similar volume of goo fell onto his open palm. Jenny looked first at his hand and then at Debra. “See what I mean?”

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The Thought

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It all started with a thought. One thought. Three weeks ago. When my girlfriend, who, let’s face it, was never very good at blow jobs, was actually giving me one. It started with me looking down at her and thinking, ‘you know, I bet someone with a dick would probably know how to totally rock at this’.

WHA-HA-AT?

That’s how it started.

The thought that maybe, a man, someone who had a cock, might understand his way around a cock. One thought, and then the rest of the thought. There’s nothing I love more than a good blow job. And the rest, rest, of the thought. With your eyes closed a mouth feels like a mouth, right?

All of which led to a sickening obsession that I just needed to know, needed to find out, needed to understand, which led to the total formation of the thought, could a guy blow me better than a chick?

And the sick thing, the unfortunate thing, the hot thing, was, even though I was totally straight, I knew I wasn’t going to let go of this thought until I found out.

Aaaaannnnd, it led to the obsession. Yeah. Led to the absolute obsession; the one that had been on my mind, for every single minute, every second, every friggin’ millisecond.

It turned in to… the thought. From a random thought, to the thought, to THE THOUGHT. From a random wisp of a dandelion puff blowing on the wind to a fucking monsoon pounding on my brain.

Tsunami, tornado, and blender on shredder-pulverize-setting my brain – twenty-four seven, for the last three weeks.

You know, the thought. Like I could maybe, actually find out the answer to this question. Because… my best friend is gay.

Michael is gay.

We’ve never talked about it. We never needed to. Just like we never talked about my being straight. I met Michael the first day in college and we’ve been best friends ever since. Twenty years later we’re still best friends.

He’s not a flaming kind of gay. He’s not a feminine kind of gay. He’s not an ‘I’m over compensating by being hugely macho kind of gay’. He’s ‘I’m just a normal kind of guy’ kind of gay. I’ve always known he was gay. He’s always known I was straight. End of story.

As soon as I had THE THOUGHT I broke up with my girlfriend.

I didn’t think I would actually act on THE THOUGHT at first. But then, after a few days I knew I would. And it was obvious who I would act on it with.

The more time that went on, the more…ah…aggressive I got about it. Like I wanted to force him. Make him. Throw him against a wall and… well you get the picture.

Of course he has no idea.

Hardly fair, is it.

But that doesn’t change my thinking, either.

So finally, yesterday, I called him.

And when he asked me what was wrong, I simply said I really needed him to come down to see me.

That brings us to today. He lives about an hour and a half north of me. In a few minutes, he’ll be here.

I took a long shower. Shaved my perpetual five o’clock shadow. Put on my best black T-shirt and favorite faded jeans and combat boots. I thought about cologne and nixed that idea as stupid. Paced and nixed that as stupid. I thought about doing some push-ups to relieve tension. I also nixed that idea as stupid.

Michael and I had been friends for twenty years. He was a physician’s assistant for God’s sake. It wasn’t like he was going to freak out over biology. He might freak out over it coming from me though.

There it was; the knock on my door.

Shit.

I opened the door and we did the man hug shoulder bump thing and the back pat.

“Brad, hey,” he said with a big smile. Then he got a look at my face and his tone changed. “What’s wrong?”

I gestured with my head for him to come in. “Time for some brewskies, for sure, my man,” I said.

“Okaaay,” Michael said.

“Eh, fuck that, let’s have some gin and tonics, heavy on the gin,” I said.

“You’re massively wound up Brad,” Michael said. “That’s not like you. What’s up?”

I poured us our drinks. I downed mine. “Knock yours back,” I said.

He did.

My expression must have been grim.

“You’re worrying me Brad.”

I took our glasses and set them down.

“Okay, you trust me man, right?” I said.

“Ah, yeah,” Michael said.

“Okay, brace yourself,” I said.

He could tell I meant physically so he got into a fighting stance.

Now Michael’s no light weight. Like most gay guys he spends a lot of time in the gym. He’s in great shape, but he’s all lean muscle. I outweigh him by at least 25 – 30 pounds. I don’t go to the gym, ever. I’m in construction. I spend my days heavy lifting and my nights cage fighting.

I grabbed him by the shoulder spun him around and threw him up against the wall. His arms splayed up and out and his face mashed sideways into the wall.

“What the fuck?” Michael said. I could tell he was wondering if I was pissed at him for something he might have done.

I pressed into him; pinned him there with my body, fitting every curve of my body into his. The energy instantly changed, electricity arcing up between us in a huge scorching blast.

“Listen to mersin escort me,” I whispered into his ear. “Because I’m only going to say this once,” I said.

“Holy fuck, Brad,” Michael said. “What the hell are you doing?”

“LISTEN to me,” I growled.

“What.”

“I. Want. A. Blow. Job.” I said. “From you.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me,” I said and dropped him.

I stepped back. Then I took another step back.

He looked down. Turned around. Dusted off imaginary lint from his shoulders. Adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt. “You’re a fucker, you know that Brad? You could at least give a guy some notice.”

“Sorry Dude,” I said.

“What the fuck?” Michael said.

“I’m not gay,” I said. Although this made no sense to say this at this point.

“No shit,” Michael said.

“Listen,” I said starting to back track. “I’m sorry if I…”

“Of course I’ll do it,” he said and smiled.

Oh thank God, I thought.

“If you’ll call Lisa,” he said.

“What?” I said. “Your friend Lisa?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you the blow job of your life, if you’ll tell me, number one, why you want one from me, two, why now, three, why the fuck did you spring it on me like that, and four, if you promise to call Lisa right after,” he said.

“My brain kind of lost blood after you said you’d give me a blow job,” I said.

He laughed. “Do you need me to repeat that?” He asked.

“No, if you give me a minute for my hearing to catch up and my mind to replay it I think I can make sense of it…ah…” I said.

It took a minute.

“Um…” I said. “Ah…one…” I paused trying to think. “Why do I want one from a guy or why is the guy you?” I asked.

“Both,” he said and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You fuck-head, you’re enjoying this,” I said.

“You bet your life,” Michael said. “Spill.”

“Ah,” I said toeing my boot into the carpet. “I…ah… had the idea that if you had a dick you might know your way around a dick enough to give a better blow job and I wanted the best mind-blowing blow job I could get,” I said softly.

“What was that?” He said with his hand behind his ear.

“Asshole,” I said.

“That answers the why now,” I said, “because I just thought of that.” I paused and stared at him hard. “The ‘why from you’ is pretty obvious, I mean who else could I ask?”

“Thanks,” he said, heavy on the sarcasm.

I thought about going over and touching him to soothe how shitty that sounded but ah, no.

“Um, and, I’m kind of an ass. I didn’t know how else to spring it on you. I’m not exactly going to send you flowers,” I said.

“Fair enough,” he said.

“But I’m not trying to be a jerk about this either,” I said.

“I get that,” Michael said.

“And I don’t want to do this if it’s going to ruin our friendship,” I said.

Michael rolled his eyes.

And I had the desire to throw him up against the wall. Again.

I was going to ask him about why he wanted me to call Lisa as soon as it was done but he pushed me in the middle of the chest, hard. Then he pushed me in the middle of the chest again. I staggered back.

What the fuck?

Again. Push.

I fell back on the couch.

He put the bottom of one foot on the inside of one of my knees and pushed hard, using that leverage to push my legs apart.

Fuck.

He bent down, grabbed me behind the knees and gave me one hard yank pulling me toward him so I was slumped down a little further on the couch. He was stronger than I thought.

“Stay there,” he said in a loud firm voice while pointing at me. “We do this now.”

Oh shit.

He got up, turned the living room lights off but left the kitchen lights on. Darkness was good.

Michael came and kneeled in front of me and started unbuttoning his shirt. The idea of him taking his shirt off scared the shit out of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice went up a lot.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He said in a strong voice.

When his shirt was all the way off he twisted it up, fast, into a rope like blindfold and tied it around my eyes. I relaxed. Blind was good.

He shoved an open hand up into my throat, hard. “Now, you’re going to moan when I say moan, you’re going to say ‘oh God’ when I tell you to say ‘oh God’ as a matter a fact you’re going to make the exact noises and sounds and words I tell you to say.” His hand tightened around my throat. “But other than that I don’t want to hear a FUCKING thing out of you that isn’t a distinct sign of absolute pleasure is that clear?”

I tried to nod but I couldn’t move with his hand squeezing me the way it was.

“Good, just so we understand each other,” Michael said.

He released his hand and I coughed and took in a deep breath. Holy fuck, I certainly didn’t expect that. He put his hand on my dick over my pants. His hand was huge and he palmed my whole cock and moved his hand upwards in a way that felt fantastic.

“Ah, fuck,” I said on a groan.

He laughed.

“Now that’s the kind of sound I want to hear,” kocaeli escort Michael said. “Brad if you want to stop, the time to stop is right now. Because once I put my mouth on your cock, I can tell you, I’m not stopping.”

“Ah shit,” I said. My cock kicked under his hand, instantly growing hard and long when he said mouth and cock.

He laughed again.

The fucker.

I could hear him lean forward, my senses heightened. Then I felt him breathe, superhot air over my balls and then my cock and then up right at the very tip of my cock. Teasing me. Then he redid the same pattern, licking me through my jeans. It was subtle but it made me…hungry…antsy…concerned…eager. A cocktail of want and need and fear.

He ripped off my belt and opened the snap on my jeans and pulled down my zipper, fast. Like he couldn’t wait and he was full of power. I usually go commando but I was wearing underwear today; it seemed pretentious and presuming not to. Michael repeated the same routine, palming my entire balls and then cock and then the head and very tip. Then breathing hot air over it all. Then licking over the same path. I got harder.

The top of my cock peeked out of the waistband of my underwear. Michael leaned forward and gently, just barely, licked the very, very top of my cock.

I started breathing through my mouth because I almost lost it.

What the hell was I doing?

Michael pulled the very top of my underwear down.

“Yeah,” Michael said.

He touched only what was showing. Licked only what was showing. Pulled my underwear down just a little bit more.

“You want to know if I know my way around a dick more because I have one?” Michael said and then he took the very tip of my cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled.

“The answer is yes,” he said.

“You arrogant little fucker,” I said.

WHAM! Michael slapped me across the cheek hard enough that it knocked my head to the side. Because I was blindfolded I hadn’t seen it coming. Then he was on top of me with a hand tightly fisted in my hair and yanked my head back.

“See that wasn’t exactly a sound of excitement,” he said.

Holy shit.

“Don’t make me bite you,” he said in my ear. “Because I’ll like it,” he said in an even deeper, quieter voice. “Now, I’m going to remind you. What you get to say, is one hundred versions of hell yeah, fuck yeah, more Michael, and oh yes. That’s it. Nothing else. And in return, I’m going to give you the blow job of your life.”

He yanked my hair harder.

Then he bit my bottom lip and pulled it until it was almost painful. He completely surprised me and I blinked behind the blindfold. Holy shit. Then he bit my cheek.

“Don’t make me bite you again,” he whispered. “It might not be on the face next time. And trust me, you don’t want to disturb my rhythm.”

Fuck. Totally not anything like the Michael I knew.

He let me go.

“Now. Be a good boy and lift those hips for me so I can get these down a little,” Michael said.

This is not at all what I expected Michael to be like. Michael reeks of class. Not…this.

I lifted my hips and Michael pulled my jeans and my underwear down some and then my cock was all about the air time. It sprung up so hard I’m surprised it didn’t make a ‘boi-yoing’ sound.

“Oh, yeah,” Michael said sounding amazingly happy. “That’s what I want.”

I could picture him flexing his hands.

“One more thing,” Michael said. “You do not come, until I tell you that you can come.”

My brows furrowed under the blindfold. Somehow, with my dick having all the blood, my brain was taking a minute to try and compute what he said. I wasn’t at all sure I could do that; I didn’t think I had that much control.

He must have sensed my confusion because he repeated it.

“You’re not coming until I give you permission to come.”

Huh.

Then he put his lips over the tip of my cock, just the tip, and then, fuck, oh God, his lips parted and he slid his mouth all the way down over my cock and deep throated me and came back up with some fucking heavy, heavy strong suction, much harder than any girl can do and he followed it with his hand and rolled his hand over the top and did some kind of twisty thing over the top and…FUCK!

“GU…uh…” I said.

He laughed and did it again.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

I had to pull my balls down and out of the way because they had already ridden up ready to explode. I made a ring with my forefinger and my thumb and put it around the base of my cock and squeezed hard to prevent myself from popping off.

Michael slid his mouth back down, so deep, all the way down over my cock again, and came back up slow, with that same incredible heavy suction with his hand following, doing THAT THING. His hand followed his mouth right over the top of the head, some clever twist and before I could even make sense of it, his hand and entire mouth were back down, engulfing me, making me forget how to think much less breathe.

Michael did the same thing a few more times and then samsun escort he changed his technique placing his tongue on the bottom of my shaft while he sucked me and what the …shit … that felt…holy crap…amazing. I had pant through my mouth to try to keep it under control and finally I just pushed him out of the way, giving him a hard shove on the forehead, because it was so great I couldn’t stand it.

“I just need a minute,” I said. My eyes widened behind the shirt. “And if you slap me, so help me God, I’ll beat you senseless.”

He laughed.

“And stop with the laughing, you bitch,” I said.

He laughed again.

Michael went back to sucking my cock, sucking just the top this time and using his hand on the bottom half. He started slow, agonizingly slow and got faster and faster. And yes, it was without a doubt the best blow job I ever had, hands down, no comparison.

It just kept getting better and better. I don’t know if anyone I’d ever dated before was into it but Michael was really into it. Like he was devouring me. My whole body was singing a Halleluiah chorus because it was getting rocked out like never before and I never wanted it to stop.

Then the weirdest feeling came over me. I wanted to throw him down and fuck him. Hard. Like… you know… I mean I wanted to throw him down, or cover his mouth, or… rape him … hard.

The thought scared me to death and I went soft.

I coughed and sputtered.

I pulled off the blindfold and pulled up my pants and lunged off the couch and around Michael.

“What happened?” Michael asked.

“I need to get out of here,” I said and lurched toward the kitchen.

Michael got up fast and tackled me.

“What. Happened.” He said in a voice that was not a question. “Did you just all of a sudden remember it was me? Is that what freaked you out?”

I shook my head. Fuck. All of a sudden I wanted to cry.

Michael put me in a choke hold but his arm was very loose around my neck. “Now, we talk all the time and you’re going to fucking tell me what happened. You were fucking enjoying it and you had a thought that blew all that to shit. This started with a thought and it ended with a thought.”

“I’m not gay,” I whispered.

“No shit,” Michael said. “I never said you were. No one said you were. But you ARE going to tell me what happened.”

I shook my head.

“Yeah, the fuck you are, you pussy,” Michael said.

Now I laughed.

“Who knew you were such a dominating fuck?” I said.

“Yeah, I’m usually not,” Michael said.

“So tell me,” I said in a completely mean voice, “Are you usually a top or a bottom?”

He slapped me on the back of the head. A light ‘don’t be a doo-fuss’ kind of smack.

“Stop being an asshole,” Michael said. He got off me and I rolled over. He offered me a hand and I stood up. “Don’t think being a dick is going to get you out of talking.”

I smiled at him. He was the same friend I always knew.

“Also don’t think it is going to get you out of getting the rest of your blow job,” he said.

BAM. I was instantly hard again.

He looked down at my hard on.

“Because I was enjoying it just as much as you,” Michael said. “And you’re going to get what you asked for, I told you that.”

I got harder.

“And you’re going to get it more than once,” Michael said.

“Shit,” I said as my eyeballs rolled back in my head.

“Now are you going to tell me now, or later, what freaked you out,” he said.

“Never,” I said.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I ah…” I looked down. Fuck, I really need to get my carpet cleaned. “I, um, had a vision, of…” fucking you up the ass… “doing more to you than what we were doing and I don’t know if I want to do that and it scared me,” I said. I blew out a deep breath. “There, I said it.”

I looked up. He didn’t seem appalled.

“Listen. Things can get a little intense when you’ve got your dick in someone’s mouth,” Michael said.

As if that wasn’t the understatement of the century.

“It can when it’s a blow job like that,” I said.

He smiled. “It’s sort of natural when things get really intense for your world to get all dick-centered and wonky, for a person to want to then stick their cock anywhere and everywhere it could possibly go because we are animals. Just because you have a second of your dick wanting to conquer every living thing in the world that doesn’t mean that you’re suddenly not you and it’s the end of the world,” Michael said.

“Understand?” Michael said. He took a big step toward me and grabbed the back of my neck hard.

I was having trouble processing.

“That’s why I wanted you to call Lisa afterwards,” Michael said.

He was saying words but they weren’t making any sense. All of a sudden something hit me. “You think I can fuck Lisa?!!” My eyebrows went up.

“I think we can both fuck Lisa,” Michael said. “Sort of.”

“I didn’t think you swung that way,” I said.

“Well, I don’t usually, but I was with her in college and…” he let his sentence peter off. “We’re still friends and she’s usually up for… you know… a threesome.”

“Holy shit, I didn’t think I could get any harder,” I said.

Michael pulled down my pants and pushed me down on the couch. “Well, I think I can take care of that. And as punishment for jumping up like that you’re going to have to watch me this time.”

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Angela’s life had once been easily defined by two words: pleasurably uneventful. She had grown accustomed to being bored ever since her husband had died in a plane crash ten years ago. Michael had been a pilot for a private airline and as such had flown the rich and famous through the skies for his entire adult life, earning him and his college sweetheart a comfortable living ever since they moved in together and started a family. However, that all changed after he went down in an open field in the middle of Iowa, leaving her to raise their twelve year old daughter by herself.

While she never had to worry about money after the airline paid out a large settlement over the faulty engine that killed him, as well as the hefty life insurance policy he had taken out, it couldn’t replace him. He had been her rock in more than a financial way, taking care of her every emotional and sexual need ever since they met. The hole he left in her life was too big to be filled by just anyone and instead the young wife had chosen to dedicate her life to her daughter Julie.

It was ten years later and much of that had changed as she woke up to her new life, curled up in a soft twin bed which was just large enough for her to be comfortable without being cramped. The mattress’ filling had contoured to her naked body long ago and its waterproof plastic cover clung to her bare skin in a way that made her feel stuck to it, her face sunken into the extra soft pillow which was covered a cute baby print pattern. It may have been no better than a child’s bed in the beginning but after two months of it being her place of rest it only felt natural, completely replacing the four posters King sized bed which she had shared with her husband for years.

Rolling over onto her back she stretched like a baby, arching her back whilst stretching out her arms and legs at once until all her joints ached and the sleep was gone. She would have yawned but the hot pink breathable plastic ball gag had kept her jaw open too long and she knew it would take some stretching before it would go any wider. Turning her head from left to right and back again she saw only pink which told her that no one was inside the tiny little room waiting for her to wake up. Alone and without any urge to continue sleeping she sat up, hearing her diaper crinkle and feeling its padding push the plug in her butt even deeper.

Sitting there all alone she thought about how this had all started, about how her daughter had completely turned the tables.

Angela had always had a bit of a, well, kinky side to her sex play and it was something that she had always let out with her husband. When he died however, that outlet was no longer there so she turned to other sources as a means to inspire her late night masturbatory sessions. At first it began with the casual reading of the brand new 50 Shades of Gray, it’s poor writing being overlooked solely because it fueled her fantasies, until eventually she moved on to the torrid bondage videos that could be found online.

After years of being alone, with only herself or the steadily less frequent one night stands to satisfy her, she had developed an impressive collection of porn. At first she had been embarrassed about it and cleared her history and cookies every time, then after her second year of being cautious she grew lax. No longer did her computer look like that of a respectable widow who was a proud member of the PTA and MADD, but rather her browsing history and downloads were overwhelmed by depraved porn. The strange thing about it was that as the years passed without Michael she had strayed farther and farther away from men, with her initially blaming it on the bad blind dates and occasional pick up which always left her bored and unhappy. Instead, for the first time since college, the void had been filled by sexy two dominatrixes and the submissive sluts whom they punished and transformed into willing lesbians. It was exactly those videos which had been her downfall.

Three months ago was when her life had been changed so completely, with everything culminating on her birthday April 12th. She had lent her daughter her laptop for schoolwork the day before and had completely forgotten to retrieve it that night, instead going out for celebratory drinks with her few real friends. That morning she had woken up with a dreadful hangover and after a few minutes of wallowing had managed to pull on a baby blue tank top and matching pajama bottoms before forcing herself down the stairs and into the kitchen. Upon arriving in the all too sunny kitchen she was greeted by her daughter’s beautiful smile and a breakfast straight out of an IHOP commercial. Even thinking back Angela could perfectly hear her daughter’s innocent voice say “I left two Aspirin next to the coffee. I’ll be right back; I’m just going to get your surprise.”

She had not even finished her sinfully delicious pancakes when the teenaged blond bombshell returned with something behind her adana escort back. Julie just stood in front of her and flashed her the all too familiar grin she which had picked up from her father which had always preceded a dirty secret or, ironically, a very kinky night. While Angela had been expecting a ticket to the spa or even an overpriced set of fake earrings she was shocked to see her own laptop, and even more so to see it open to reveal one of her favorite downloads.

It was a relatively old one but it was by far the most watched of the ones she had saved. She only had to see a few seconds of it to recognize it as the one in which a busty redheaded MILF getting dominated by the neighbor’s daughter. Her eyes were glued to the screen as the older mother, who looked remarkably like herself, was forced onto her knees before a pretty young coed grabbed her by the hair and shoved the woman’s head beneath the skirt of her cheerleader’s uniform. Whilst the teen excitedly ground her hips into the thirty-something’s face Angela finally looked up to see her daughter’s smiling expression, like a cat that had cornered a juicy looking mouse.

“Geez Mom, look at this. I mean it’s some pretty kinky stuff, and it only gets more hardcore from here on.” Julie started with a shocked expression, her eyes never breaking contact with her mother’s. Placing the computer on the counter so they could both see the shock became a grin as she said “Just imagine my surprise when I tried to download a file to help with my paper but found this instead. It is hot though…I bet it got you just as hot and bothered as it got me last night.”

Angela was too shocked and off balance to keep looking at her daughter and instead focused her attention on the video, letting the image of the two women fooling around lull her into a sense of security. Snapping back she looked at Julie and pitifully tried to explain “Dear…I’m so sorry you had to see this. I know this must be surprising for you but I-“

“Shhhh,” the blond highschooler interrupted as she slipped her hand between the waistband of her mother’s pajama pants. Angela first reaction was to reach down and pull her daughter’s hand out but that attempt was slapped away and she was given a stern look which told her that any resistance was not allowed. As such she could do nothing but slightly whimper as the girl’s lithe fingers danced over the front of her lace panties.

“Look at the screen.” her daughter commanded and while Angela tried her hardest she could do nothing but obey. Her breathing became erratic as her daughter continued to rub her through her panties, the combination of the video and this stimulation slowing her thoughts as she tried to process what was happening to her.

“My, my, my mom. Looks like you’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Julie chided with a grin as her pace quickened.

“Please Julie, don’t do th-” Angela tried to beg before she cut herself off by giving a low moan as her daughter slipped a finger around the panties and into her dripping slit.

“Don’t do what?” the now obviously dominant blond asked, “Don’t make you feel good? C’mon Mom, we both know why you’re all wet down here. I watched your porno videos last night, I even read those stories you bookmarked from Literotica.com too. Bedding the Babysitter, Catching Mommy, Becoming My Daughter’s Slut, I think I know exactly what you want: to be a submissive Mommy-slut who doesn’t have to worry about being the perfect parent.”

“Nooooo.” the helpless mother whimpered in a weak protest, her resolve disappearing as her daughter’s finger picked up the pace as it worked its way in and out of her.

“No? Are you saying you don’t want this?” Julie asked, her finger immediately stopping mid thrust. Looking into the pale green eyes which she had inherited Julie could see the disappointment, fear, and lust which Angela tried to hide. Yet there were tears in those very same eyes as the off balance mother diverted her gaze and focused on the laptop’s screen, watching the busty older woman on her hands and knees as she was brutally fucked by the teenager’s strap-on. Seeing the look of want on her mother’s face Julie’s tone changed as she asked “Don’t you want to be her? If you don’t want this I’ll stop right now and we’ll never talk about it again. I promise. But if you do want to give in and become a submissive then I need you to know there is no going back, no off switch. What’ll it be?”

All Angela could do was focus on the digit firmly planted within her soaked slit, on how good it felt, before she finally gave a weak nod of assent. Instantly the finger came to life and began pumping in and out of her with a renewed vigor as it picked up the pace. The last straw was when she felt her daughter’s thumb glide over and give gentle pressure to her clit, her pulse leaping and her hips involuntarily humping the active digit. She could feel the heat inside of her rise and she knew eskişehir escort her orgasm was building as she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and gave in to this pleasurable feeling.

Yet, then it all came to a stop and she suddenly felt the finger withdraw itself from her. The sudden halt in stimulation was almost painful to the horny MILF and all she could do was open her eyes and give her daughter a pleading look. Her desperate looks were met by Julie’s seductive ones and she was shocked when the teenager held up the shiny and slick finger before slipping it into her own mouth and sucking it clean.

“Hm, tasty.” she said with a laugh before she saw her mother’s expectant expression. With a coy smile she said “You really thought I’d get you off this early? Get those pants off.”

With a bit of disappointment she picked herself up off of the kitchen stool and hastily popped her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, letting them slide down until they were in a pile at her feet. So there she stood, wearing a pretty blue tank top and her now wet white panties, completely at the mercy of her teenage daughter. Feeling her daughter’s eyes rove over her all but naked body she wondered what had become of her, when she had become so weak to her needs that even her eighteen year old could drive her wild. As she wondered about all of this she heard a noise from the front of the house which she quickly recognized, to her horror, as the front door opening and closing.

“Ah ah! Calm down, that’s just your present coming through the door.” Julie responded when she saw the panic flash across her mother’s face. When the expression changed from panic to puzzlement she laughed and asked “Did you think this was it?”

The clicking of heels resounded through the house until in the doorway to the kitchen stood the tall tan beauty that was Julie’s best friend Nicole. The five inch heels made her a domineering six foot two and she struck an impressive figure as she wore only a pair of sunglasses and a black leather trench coat, just barely covering the tops of her mocha thigh high nylons. Angela had known the girl since she had driven her and her daughter in the elementary school carpool, yet never had she imagined that the leggy child would grow into such a stunning beauty.

“My, my, well hello there Ms. Wilson.” Nicole purred as she took off her sunglasses and gave Angela a once over. “Dear little Julie here told me you needed my help, but it seems like she understated it a bit.” the teenager continued in a sultry voice as she closed the gap between them.

The porno was still playing in the background while Nicole slowly circled the stunned older woman, her eyes like those of the predator observing its newest catch. With a snap of her fingers the raven haired girl pointed to the bunched up pajama bottoms and wordlessly commanded the mother to pick them up and hand them to her. Angela did is the eighteen-year-old implied and watched aghast as her daughter’s best friend sniffed at the material before giving her a wink and saying “Strip.”

Angela’s body moved of its own accord to comply with the domineering girls order, hastily pulling the baby blue top over her head and dropping it to the ground before stepping out of her now sopping panties. Without anyone speaking a word she knew what to do, picking the white lace up off the floor and handing them to her overwhelmingly sexual guest.

“Good girl!” praised Nicole as she took the panties and felt them. “It seems your daughter has already gotten you quite excited. I hope she followed my instructions and didn’t let you cum just yet.” she said in a way that suggested she was talking to herself rather than anyone else. Balling up the sticky white lace she pushed it between Angela’s lips until it filled her entire mouth, the sadistic teen smiling at the sight before she asked “How about you hold onto these for me?”

Angela blushed a deep crimson as she was forced to hold her own panties within her mouth and tasted her juices for the first time in years.

“Now, aren’t you just delicious? Julie told me it’s your thirty-ninth birthday today so congratulations are in order.” said Nicole, her usual peppy demeanor completely replaced by an unwavering control as she continued, “As you might have guessed I’m your daughter’s present to you, here to be your new Mistress. She showed me all of your favorite pornos and I must say Ms. Wilson…fine choices. But before we start I’m going to need complete honesty, so tell me, do you masturbate to these videos and stories?”

With only the slightest hint of hesitation the thirty-nine year old MILF helplessly nodded, her entire focus spent on not breaking the gaze between herself and Nicole.

Moving closer she wrapped one arm around the naked woman’s shoulder and took a comfortable yet firm grasp on her neck before leaning into her ear and whispering, “Good. That means sakarya escort you’re a sub, lez, dyke, whore, who can’t wait to eat her mistresses cunt. Doesn’t it?”

The once prim and proper single mother nearly swooned at the barrage of filthy words which the teenager threw at her. Her knees weakened and her pussy dripped at just the idea of the depraved acts Nicole was hinting at, and as such she meekly nodded in compliance with the domineering girl’s words.

“Very good!” the raven haired girl purred once she got the response she was looking for. “Your daughter and I have a lot to discuss. Sooo…while we do so I’ll need you to go pick up the bag I left on the front steps. The zipper doesn’t always work though, so you might want to go get it before the neighbors catch a sight of the goodies I packed in there for you.”

Panic overtook Angela and she didn’t even wait to be commanded before she dashed, naked, through the house and to the front door. Taking a quick second to look out the window and make sure the coast was clear she opened the door and in a flash snatched up the purse before retreating back into the safety of her home. Once the door was closed the middle aged woman gave a sigh of relief before looking into the purse, her mouth opening wide at the sight of the enormous purple strap-on which boldly stuck out of the zipper. Realizing her panties had fallen out of her mouth in her surprise she immediately stuffed them back in as she returned to the kitchen.

The site she saw upon entering the kitchen marked her third surprise for the day as she was shocked by the sight of her daughter, in a sensual embrace, making out with the obviously in control Nicole. The contrast of Julie, the perfect little blond pixie, in the midst of a passionate kiss with Nicole, the sultry tan minx, was shockingly perfect. All Angela could do was watch in horror as the two teenagers went at it like longtime lovers, the older woman unable to move despite how embarrassed she was by the fact that her pussy leaked at the site.

Finally breaking the kiss Nicole looked over at the stunned redhead and winked as she said “I hope you didn’t think you were the only one who was going to have fun today.”

Angela was truly and sincerely speechless as she took in the site before her, any and all thought of protest gone from her head as she tried to think back and remember any sign or hint at the truth behind the girl’s relationship.

“Julie, dear, take my bag and bring it up to the bedroom. I’m going to play with my new MILF toy first, but when I get up there everything had better be ready.”

“Yes Mistress.” Julie replied dutifully, and then hurried to retrieve the bag from her mother’s clutches and head upstairs.

Nicole’s heels clicked loudly as she crossed the wood floor to stand right in front of the naked redhead, locking eyes with her as if in search of something. Wordlessly she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor, causing Angela to obediently drop to her knees in response.

“Good girl.” was Nicole’s steely reply, like a trainer whose dog was barely meeting expectations. Looking down she said “I’m going to ask you a few questions. I want clear and concise answers. So before I get started you should take those filthy panties out of your undeserving mouth and stuff them up your cunt. Go.”

Quickly and efficiently Angela carried out the teenager’s command.

“Now, how long have you had these fantasies?”

“Eight years.”

“Did you ever picture me or your daughter when you masturbated to these fantasies?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No Ms. DeFiore.”

“That will do.” Nicole replied, her tone reflecting that she still wasn’t satisfied. “But do I look like I should be in one of your fantasies.”

“Yes Ms. DeFiore.”

“So doesn’t that make me your mistress?”

“Yes…Mistress.”

“Goood.” she purred once more, this time pleased. “Does it turn you on that you and your daughter now have the same mistress?”

Angela had to think about that one. Was she so depraved that she was aroused by the idea of sharing this paragon of sexual dominance with her eighteen year old daughter? Yet before her mind could come to grips with it her lips betrayed her by saying “Yes Mistress.”

“I bet.” was her new mistress’ knowing response. Silently, she undid the belt of her dark leather trench coat and let it fall to the floor to reveal the entire naked splendor which lay beneath. She wore nothing beneath the coat except the thigh high nylons, not even as much as a wisp of pubic hair spoiling the visage of Mediterranean beauty.

“So say it, Mommy-slut. Tell me that you want to eat my sweet teen pussy, that all you’ve ever wanted was to submit to me and do everything I command in order for me to reward you with the taste of my nectar. That you want to be my slave.”

Angela nearly cried at that, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of feelings it brought out in her. Shame, joy, fear, and arousal all mixed together as she still stared the perfect looking pussy inches away from her. There was no turning back now, not for her, as she realized she would do anything just to taste what was behind those heavenly folds.

“Oh God yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything.” was all she could breathlessly offer.

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Disclaimer: Whilst the writer does not necessarily condone inter-family relations, he acknowledges the fact it makes rather erotic reading! Enjoy.

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Matthew Ryder watched as the hands of the big clock inched round to 11 am, narrowing like the blades on a set of shears. Uncomfortable in the charcoal suit and matching sombre tie, he bowed his head to stare at a pair of patent leather shoes in which it was almost possible to make out his handsome yet sad features. Sartorially, if not mentally, prepared for what lay ahead, a single stray tear began a leisurely trail down the young man’s cheek. At the tender age of twenty, losing a father was a heartbreaking wrench, particularly when the father in question happened to be the only family Matthew had ever known.

Close by in the cramped front room, his grandma rustled the curtains nosily as old folks do. Until two days ago, when his whole world imploded, Matthew hadn’t even known she and his grandpa were still alive. Clad in black also, her shape and frizzled white hair made her look like a pint of Guinness. “The car’s here,” she announced, then more brusquely: “Come on Arthur, get your jacket…Okay, Matthew?”

The words directed the young man’s way were sympathetic and measured as they had been for the past 48 hours. It was as if he was some precious piece of china that could so easily break. Matthew nodded silently and stood, smoothing himself down, his spiky brown hair ruffled compassionately by his grandfather, also colour co-ordinated in black. It was tough on them too, Matthew realised. Losing a son was not quite right in the great scheme of things or that parents should outlive their offspring, even if it was his selfish father. Fortunately for them the hurt was dissipated by Matthew’s father having voluntarily distanced himself, fleeing to Manila some two decades back with their grandson in tow, and no word since – until now.

Silence prevailed throughout the journey as the hearse sauntered its way to the grey cemetery. The subsequent service went on around Matthew without his really noticing, the words hollow and worthless, his grief unquenchable. Distant relatives, made more distant by his father’s stubborn refusal to leave Manila, offered condolences prompting Matthew to issue forced smiles. Then finally the coffin was lowered into the ground, taking with it his father.

Still in a daze, he was led away by his grandparents to be driven somewhere remote and leafy for the wake. Referred to as ‘Hannah’s house’, in his state of mind Matthew didn’t realise the significance at first. Head pounding, it was only after a couple of stiff brandies, foisted upon him by some anonymous uncle, that the surroundings began to take shape. Tangible features on those around him slowly formed, as if a thick fog had suddenly evaporated. And there before him stood an attractive blonde older woman, forced smiles on both sides. “We didn’t get to talk at the cemetery. I’m so sorry, Matthew.”

He thanked her politely as he had all the others, not knowing who she was or how she knew his father. “Matthew, I’m Hannah March…I’m your mother.”

The young man’s eyes bulged like a goldfish’s and he broke out in a cold sweat. Wow was he supposed to respond to a woman his father’s stubbornness had forbade him from ever contacting, let alone meeting? All he knew was that she was an evil woman with a fixation for American literature, who had fucked every guy she met and who had broken his father’s heart.

Standing face to face, she seemed anything but evil and nothing like he’d imagined. She was on a par with Sharon Stone or Kim Basinger at forty. And oh those breasts… Matthew wasn’t sure of the protocol, whether they should hug, kiss, shake hands, or what? Evidently Hannah felt likewise, the result an embarrassed-looking standoff.

Thankfully, the situation was salvaged by the arrival at her side of a petite and pretty young girl roughly the same age as Matthew. With smooth brunette hair, deep hazel eyes and a personable manner, she was as equally breathtaking as his mother. Hannah spoke, addressing her long-lost son. “This is Meg…she’s, um, she’s your sister…half sister.”

Meg smiled demurely.

Matthew knew he had a sister, or several sisters to be exact. Even his secretive father hadn’t been able to suppress that information. Yet Matthew had been given an ultimatum: warned to give up hope of ever meeting them. If he did, he could forget about his father forever. Even after attaining adulthood, when he could make his own decisions in life, his father’s influence had been all-encompassing.

“Come on bro,” offered Meg with a radiant smile, slotting her fingers into his, “I’ll introduce you to the others.”

Matthew took a deep breath, looking at his mother for approval. It didn’t seem right to leave her so quickly. But she smiled warmly and indicated to go with Meg. There’d be time enough to catch up later, she affirmed: three more days before the flight yalova escort ‘home’ to Manila. Her parting touch on his shoulder was tender and loving.

In the short space of time it took to wander from lounge to living room, Matthew had learned that Meg was the eldest of his four sisters. Actually they were all half sisters, each with a different father. His mother, it seemed, had been something of a slut – Meg’s words not his – in her youth. That tied in with what his father had alluded to.

Yet despite his outward air of confidence, Matthew baulked at the words, especially coming from the mouth of a sweet young girl, even if she did happen to be two years his senior. For the truth was Matthew had led a sheltered life, his sole sexual experience at the hands of Mae-Lin, his father’s Filipino maid. Pushing fifty, Mae-Lin was not the stuff of a teen boy’s fantasy, but sex was sex to a lonesome individual who had reached adulthood still a virgin.

Meg introduced Jo who was the second eldest of the girls, and a year Matthew’s senior. With short spiky boyish hair and eschewing make-up, she was not unattractive though in the company of three beauties she did not shine.

“This is Beth,” announced Meg, moving along the line.

A dusky skinned girl in the last year of teenage, Beth pursed her lips in greeting, her half-caste toning attesting to his mother’s penchant for black guys that Matthew’s bigoted father had taken to the grave. It was the catalyst that forced his father to flee England for the Philippines with Matthew in tow twenty years ago. Yet if his father had seen the fruits of the relationship, surely he’d have proffered a different opinion, for Beth was by far the most stunning of the four, her mocha tinted skin as smooth as rayon.

The last of the quartet was yet another little beauty with golden hair in ringlets and a pair of piercing ocean-blue eyes behind rectangular spectacles. “You must be Amy,” pre-empted Matthew, displaying a limited yet serviceable knowledge of the work of Louisa May Alcott.

Amy smiled in greeting.

“Amy’s the baby,” enlightened Meg.

“Am not,” Amy retorted, screwing up her pretty features. “I’m eighteen in two days time,” she said proudly.

“You’re still the baby of the family,” Beth retorted, an impish twinkle in her deep brown eyes as she tried to impress the new family member.

Amy pouted and folded her arms.

Given that none of the girls knew Matthew’s father, the grief that was overbearing elsewhere in the house was in short supply. And that suited Matthew just fine. Having had to endure two days of his grandparents’ hurt on top of his own, he craved an escape. The funeral done and dusted and the dead laid to rest it was time to look forward in a more positive vein.

Matthew would have loved to get to know them better but, at that moment, he was whisked away to the garden by grandpa to be introduced to other distant relatives. He smiled dutifully, soaking up the sympathy like a sponge until finally he was set free. Torn between spending some time with his newfound sisters or heading off away from the house for some peace and quiet, he elected for solitude.

The garden small and compact, it was what it gave way to captured Matthew’s attention. Standing at the perimeter, he could actually hear water trickling the other side. Hopping up and over the brick wall, immediately he began to descend alarmingly down a dusty slope, feet unable to gain a grip and pulling up only at the last moment before his new shoes dipped in the meandering stream.

On the other side of the watery expanse a thicket of trees rustled. The city dweller could barely believe his eyes. This was tranquil and fresh, in stark comparison to the humdrum and stifling urban existence he’d become acclimatised to in Manila. Only now did it register on Matthew that two decades of his life had been wasted and never brought back. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel resentful of his father.

Locating a log that had been laid across the stream as a makeshift bridge, Matthew hopped across. Heading towards the wood, twigs beneath his feet made a wondrous sound as they snapped, whilst covert crickets chirped a cacophony. So exhilarating to be away from the claustrophobic and choking funeral party, his only regret was being lumbered with a suit and tie. Loosening at the neck, he worked the tie free and popped open the top button of the shirt that had seriously constricted the flow of oxygen.

Matthew felt free at last, in so many ways.

He could happily have stripped off all the clothes of conformity and gambolled around in just his boxer shorts. Yet Matthew had been raised a conservative fellow, unaccustomed to nudity. Mae-Lin was the first and only woman he’d witnessed naked. That merely intensified the longing for a girl his own age to strip naked, to let him touch her firm breasts and do all the things that horny edirne escort twenty-year olds dream of. A sagging middle-aged woman hardly bore comparison.

It was just as well he didn’t allow the newfound lack of inhibition to run riot, for at that moment a gentle yet urgent whirring sound filled the air. Stepping off the path at the last moment, he felt a whoosh as a muscled and tanned guy, clad in lycra and sporting a baseball hat, flashed by on a mountain bike.

Ten seconds later, a second bike passed. This time the rider was female. Struggling to keep up with her male cycle buddy, the girl’s cute backside was raised as she stood down hard on the pedals in flip-flops, puffing and panting as the forest floor stifled her progress like it was made of treacle.

Stopping up ahead to wipe a forearm across a moistened brow, she turned briefly to glance at Matthew, offering a half-smile through the pain. Her breasts that heaved at a cream coloured tank top looked like they craved to be squeezed. Before there was time to return the compliment, however, she was gone, her arse bobbling seductively.

The peace restored, Matthew’s only companions in the forest during a mile-long stroll were the birds that hid furtively in the trees, the squirrels that slid smoothly through the undergrowth like creepers and the watchful crickets keeping time like a metronome. Reaching a clearing, Matthew contemplated getting back to the house. Yet he was drawn by a sixth sense down an almost hidden path that would take him even farther away from his destination. Glancing down, he noted its dusty surface scored by two thin tyre tracks.

Following the trail for another mile, once more the distant sound of water rippling was audible. It was then that the tyre trail ended, two bikes hastily discarded on their sides a few feet away. His eyebrows elevated at the discovery of a discarded white Adidas trainer, then another a few feet on. Next was a balled-up black sock, then another. Continuing in some Hansel and Gretel-style trail, the breadcrumbs substituted for items of clothing, Matthew encountered a pair of flip-flops, then a lime green lycra top, shorts and a baseball cap. More intriguingly, he discovered a ruffled-up tank top, accompanied by a throbbing feeling between his legs.

It became even more intense upon spying what could only be described as the Holy Grail: a skimpy bra and thong set in matching lilac. Reaching down, Matthew caught hold of the thong, bringing the crotch to his nose and breathing in deeply. It reeked of intoxicating pussy juice. A more subtle aroma than the stench that seemed to be ingrained in his fingers for days after playing with Mae-Lin, Matthew felt his entire body quake with desire. This was young female in her sexual prime.

Slowing, he tiptoed towards another clump of trees, through which the stream down below swelled into a wide bowl like a private swimming pool. Able to creep closer, tree by tree, he heard voices, breath held tight. Visible from the waist up, the couple frolicked in the stream. Mesmerised, Matthew couldn’t take his eyes off the girl’s breasts, big and bouncy with droplets of water clinging to the expanse of flesh. A sight to behold – only the second naked woman he’d ever set eyes upon – Matthew had to shift position to attain comfort, the throbbing in his groin an unwelcome distraction.

But things would get better, much better. Without warning the boyfriend ducked down, disappearing beneath the black marble surface. The scene before Matthew lapsed into freeze-frame as suddenly the girl squealed, her legs taken from beneath her. Riding momentarily on the guy’s strong shoulders, a squeal rang out as she was bucked clear, flashing the briefest snatch of pubic hair before she hit the water. Yet despite its ephemeral nature, the image of that pretty pussy was imprinted on Matthew’s brain like a lingering filament.

Surfacing, the girl shot a look that was stern yet playful. The pair grappled, sinking below the surface before emerging in a heated embrace. Their lips smacked purposefully before tongues made exploratory manoeuvres within. Matthew found himself rooted to the spot, a hand brushing across his crotch, guiltily appraising the semi-hardness. He was sorely tempted to masturbate, such was the effect the couple were having on him.

Just as well he didn’t follow his urge, for at that moment Matthew discovered he and the couple were no longer alone in their reverie. “They sent me to find you,” clarified Meg, causing her younger brother’s face to turn a spectral white and perspire profusely as his eyes darted from Meg to the lovers like a spectator at a tennis match. “Did you, um, want to be alone?”

More terrified of discovery by the couple than of discovery by Beth of his guilty secret, Matthew pursed his lips and placed an upright finger to them, craving quiet. Easing up close to see what held his attention so raptly, Meg gasped erzurum escort hoarsely. “Matthew!”

“Shush,” he said, arms flapping.

They exchanged furtive glances before Meg moved in front to gain a more favourable pitch. In doing so, his eldest sister’s arse brushed the partial erection, thankfully enclosed behind suit trousers and boxers yet nonetheless causing Matthew to staunch a groan. A cheeky glance up and aside as the shaft slotted cosily in the groove, Meg relaxed into her long lost brother’s big strong chest. Chin dipping to rest upon her crown, Matthew towered over the girl, fixing his gaze once more on the courting couple, hands hanging redundantly by his sides.

He could feel his heartbeat thumping into Meg’s shoulder as the couple up ahead petted furiously. Growing tired of the water, the guy lifted the girl into his arms and climbed from the stream, dripping wet. Meg pushed back as if scared they might be discovered, yet Matthew remained rooted, the sudden movement rubbing his foreskin as it fitted ever more snugly into the accommodating groove.

The lovers moved to within twenty paces, blissfully ignorant of their audience. Unashamedly exposed to the elements, they seemed unfazed by a slight chill in the air, illustrated on the girl’s erectile nipples. Matthew could hardly take his eyes off them, except to gaze down longingly at the gorgeous and smoothly shaven pussy in matching pink. At the same time, Meg’s eyes were fixed firmly to a thick cock that swung impressively between the guy’s legs.

As Matthew’s hands hung idly, Meg moved hers behind to rub his buttocks. Forgetting they were brother and sister, instinctively Matthew began to move his groin in time. Both could, however, be forgiven the dalliance for there’d barely been time for it to sink in properly that were brother and sister. Not that they were – in the conventional sense at least. Parted for two decades, there was no emotional bond between the pair, just a sprinkling of shared DNA. That and the fact they were two exceedingly horny twenty-somethings seemed to excuse their actions.

And it wasn’t just Matthew. Meg purred as she moved her arse all over his stiffening cock, and that seemed to make things okay. She was as complicit as he.

Up in the clearing the guy had succeeded in working his cock up into a savage looking beast, sprouting proud in all its circumcised glory. The girl moved in stealthily on all fours like a prowling tigress, tongue running seductively around the inner circumference of her lips. Leaning back upon his elbows, chest inflated, the guy reached out for his girlfriend’s hair, ensnaring a set of fingers in the brunette tangles and wrestling her face close to that outstanding appendage. Dipping her head, the girl smiled as her tongue tip touched his balls lightly before licking all the way up the rampant shaft. At the crest she licked the eye lovingly before enveloping the engorged head with a succulent mouth.

Matthew felt Meg’s body tense against his and her breath begin to quicken, a guilt-ridden glance his way before settling back down on his cock and rolling it between her arse cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. If Matthew closed his eyes, he could envisage the act minus the layers of clothing that prevented the hard cock splitting the petals of her soft moist pussy. Meg felt it too, clamping her thighs tight to rub her aroused cunt lips together.

Hands still hanging idly by his sides, Matthew felt the overwhelming urge to feel her tits. Yet he hesitated, wracked by doubt. As if to prompt some action, Meg arched her back and pushed out her delightfully pert chest like a rooster. A pair of thick nipples strained at the front of the light blouse and threatened to pop the buttons. The outline of a lacy half cup bra beneath the blouse sent Matthew crazy with desire and, shaking like an arthritic, his hands elevated. It was as if suddenly he’d been possessed and nothing could stop it from happening. As Meg held her breath in heightened anticipation Matthew’s palms covered the soft orbs, fingers reflexing.

The effect on Meg was startling, eliciting an audible breathy squeal that very nearly gave them away. Yet the couple were so engrossed in their own lustful games that it went unchecked. Adjusting, Matthew ran his thumbs around each teat, tracing small circles. Scared of what she might unleash, Meg’s front teeth embedded firmly in the bottom lip, eyes screwed tight as the feeling between her thighs liquefied.

Up ahead, the guy had arrived at the throes of ecstasy, the girl anxious to join him. Running a hand down her spine and backside, she plunged two fingers deep into her gaping cunt as she continued to deepthroat her boyfriend with vigour. Sucking and licking, she frigged her pussy wildly, inducing an intense orgasm and a light spray from her cunt that hung momentarily in the air like a sprinkle of perfume. Simultaneously the guy began to exhale, his face contorting like he’d stood on a wasp.

The girl felt the first telltale jerk, tossing back her head and finishing him off with a blurring fist. Cum ejected like foam from a fire hose, looping in the air and peppering the girl’s face and tits. She kept labouring away until every last drop had been drained and the once impressive cock melted in her hand.

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