Horny at the Ski Chalet Ch. 02

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Sofia Ramirez growled in frustration and resisted the urge to lay on her horn. Someone must be dead, it was the only possible explanation for the horrific traffic that had turned her usual fifteen minute commute into an hour plus ordeal, and she still wasn’t anywhere near her home. And Duane had stopped responding to her texts. She was soooooo horny and now there probably wasn’t even time for her desperate booty call. Isabella was supposed to be meeting her at the house in fifteen minutes. An hour would have been plenty of time for Duane to scratch her itch, and not nearly enough time to re-litigate all of their many issues. But five or ten minutes was not going to be enough. At least not for her. Duane would probably still expect a treat. He had left work for the promise of…god she had promised big to get him to leave work. But she was sooooo horny, and his cock was so big. And for all the many things that she and her ex-husband were very bad at, fucking was not one of them.

She had been good. She had not gone back to the Duane well many times in the year since they’d officially ended it. But occasionally, when she was really hard up, he was convenient and willing. And she was really hard up since her step-father had passed. Something about that funeral had made Sofia more horny than sad. All week she’d been thinking about calling Duane…and about fucking her boss, and her neighbor, and her best friend Allison, and her personal assistant and his girlfriend. Fuck, she had been thinking about doing just about everyone she met. But she’d held off and been conflicted and finally in a desperate gasp had sent Duane a picture of her pierced clit and a time and a promise of all her holes if he was there and already hard when she got home. Sofia had left work with enough time to get good and truly screwed before she and Isabella had to leave to meet their mother at this ridiculous ski chalet. Sofia had even texted Isabella to come a little later to give herself a little extra time with Duane’s pussywrecker and she’d confirmed (this time with a pic of her very elongated nipples) that Duane was on his way. And then she’d sat in traffic and now there was not going to be enough time!

For a while, Duane had responded to her constant stream of desperate, horny, deranged texts, first with a pic of his enormous dick, hard and ready for her, then with humor and finally with annoyance. Now he had stopped responding. He was going to be pissed and considering he’d probably given up paying work to meet her, she’d owe him.

Sofia considered whether there was anything she could do if she got home in the next five minutes. She could bend over his lap and let him give her a spanking on her big round ass. He clearly believed she’d had that coming for some time now. She could jam as much of his cock down her throat as possible and hold it there, massaging it with her tongue and throat while jacking the rest with her hand until she as near passing out. She could not answer the door when her sister knocked and instead be bent over, naked from the waste down, hands on the door while Duane fucked the shit out of her pussy while listening to her sister get more and more frustrated that Sofia wasn’t answering the door and laughing at Sofia’s attempts to keep quiet. Oh god, she could strip in the car and then walk to the door naked and ring the bell and see if he would even let her in, or instead yell abuse at her and demand that she masturbate for his amusement on the doorstep while at any moment Isabella might show up.

Fuck, her panties were drenched. The leather seat was wet. The car smelled like a porno set. Thinking about Duane beating her across the face with his long hard cock, smearing his precum on her lips and hair, Sofia tugged down her panties to mid thigh and attacked her clit and pussy. Moaning in the car, Sofia looked right and saw an older man paying no attention to her while she fucked herself in traffic. Looking left, she saw a

nicely dressed white woman about Sofia’s age, considering her curiously. She didn’t think it was obvious what she was doing, but as she made eye contact with the woman, Sofia wanted it to be. Pretending not to look at her fellow commuter, Sofia continued to stroke her fiery hot clit with one hand, while taking the other off the steering wheel to heft her generously sized tit. urfa escort Squeezing and mashing, Sofia snuck a look back at the woman, who was smiling ear to ear. “I thought so,” she mouthed and winked. Sofia moaned at the encouragement and pulled the low cut neckline of her dress down further to expose her big fat tit. She rolled and pinched the exposed nipple and it got quite long and sensitive and clearly visible to her new friend. Sofia glanced up and the woman smirked at her and mouthed the words “naughty whore.”

Sofia needed more. Her orgasm wasn’t building, despite the audience. She slipped the panties the rest of the way down her thighs and off her feet. Looking directly at her new friend, who stared mouth agape, Sofia crammed the little pink thong into her mouth. It was wet, and a little acrid, but also juicy and she loved having a mouth full of sex flavors, even if they were her own. Sofia sucked her juices out of the panties, while squeezing her nipple and rubbing her now soaking wet clit. Sofia stared at her new friend as she desperately pleasured herself. The woman’s eyes were sort of lidded, her mouth open, and Sofia thought she might see just the barest glisten of drool on her lips. Also, the woman had a hand down her slacks, which were tenting obscenely as the woman touched herself.

Watching the woman’s head loll back, Sofia finally felt her pleasure start to build, start to spread from her clit to her wet hole up her belly to her nipples and throughout her breasts. Sofia imagined Duane fucking her fellow driver in the mouth while forcing Sofia to lick on his funky asshole and she was getting really close to getting off when suddenly

the world erupted in honking horns and she opened her eyes to find clear road in front of her. Dragging her hands away from her puss, Sofia put her car in gear and more desperate than ever, sped home, her tit and pussy exposed in the very funky confines of her car.

Sofia needed to be fucked, hard, and she needed it now. The back of her head buzzed, her clit throbbed, and her cunt felt like a bottomless pit of need. As she sped home, Sofia jammed two and then three fingers into her sloppy cunt. The seat was a mess but she didn’t care. She didn’t know what she’d do if Duane was no longer at the house. Maybe her dildo? Or her older neighbor. Or maybe that teenage kid down the road. Fuck. Someone would have to be around to give her the dick. She couldn’t face the drive up to the chalet, couldn’t face her petite little over-sexed sister’s stories of threesomes in the pool and lesbian orgies in the nurse breakroom, really couldn’t face her gorgeous stepsister Carly’s big pouty lips if she didn’t get off first. Sofia was trying to get her whole hand between her legs as her house came into view. Duane’s car was in the driveway! Sofia pulled the car half up onto the curb in the front yard, jumped out of the car, and ran to the house. With a grace born of some amazing horny superpower, Sofia shed her dress and bra at nearly a full run, leaving them lying on the front lawn and in the bushes respectively, as she pushed open the front door and screamed “Come fuck me you big-cocked piece of shit, I’ve never needed it more.”

For a moment, everything was perfect. Duane was standing naked not fifty feet from the front door, his big hard black body glistening with sweat, lusty eyes staring right at her. It was only when his look of lust flashed to the fuck-she-caught-me look that she knew far too well that Sofia even registered the rest of the scene. First she realized that since even before she opened the door she had been hearing a high, sweet voice saying, “oh, papi, deeper, deeper oh, your big throbbing dick feels so good in my tiny little puntahole”, and the like. Then, after her declaration, after the soaring thrill of Duane’s naked body, Sofia saw beautiful mocha skin and a near flawless, round heart-shaped ass squeezed and bulging obscenely in Duane’s enormous black hands, the flesh literally rippling as he mercilessly pounded her sister’s asshole. Sofia collapsed to her knees, the front door still wide open, as Isabella, cheek pressed into the hardwood floor by the force of Duane’s thrusts, looked up at her and whined, “oh Sofie, he’s so big, he’s so hard, oh he feels so good. I just keep cumming and he keeps balıkesir escort pounding, I hope he never stops.” Saliva pooled on the floor by her mouth, and her eyes threatened to roll back in her head.

Sofia could not clear her head. Sex filled her nose, the pornagraphically proportioned bodies of her ex-husband and sister filled her eyes, her pussy still ached with the need to be stuffed full. She crawled to her sister, her head buzzing crazily and her voice a mumbled whisper, “Izzy, he was for me, I needed that dick, I needed it so bad. I still need it baby, please.” Isabella shook her head as much as she could, and began pushing her ass back to meet Duane’s thrusts. Duane looked back and forth between the women and continued to pummel Isabella’s warm velvety asshole. The guilty look faded from his eyes and he watched Sofia until she met his stare. “You were late, so you’ll have to wait. If you want any dick, you’ll come over here and lick my nuts while I finish with your sister.”

Sofia knew that she shouldn’t…well, actually, in that moment all she knew is that sounded like the fucking hottest idea imaginable. In a blink she was licking his sack wetly, saliva running down her face and coating his hanging balls. Duane’s nuts were big and hairy and when Sofia managed to cram one in her mouth, it filled the space, sitting salty and funky on her tongue as she gently sucked it. Her hands massaged his legs and ass, feeling the hard muscle and his violent thrusts. She licked his musky taint, the firm globes of his ass cheeks, and then the tops of his legs before returning to his nuts, her little pink tongue tickling and tasting his sweat slick skin.

After a moment, one of Duane’s big hands curled itself in her long dark hair and pulling insistently, brought Sofia to her feet. Duane slowed his thrusts, to long full strokes, Isabella cooing and gurgling on her knees. Duane whispered thickly in Sofa’s ear, “your sister’s pussy is down there, and it is hot and wet, and probably dripping all over the floor as she cums and cums on my dick. Get down there and stick your tongue so deep into that little cunthole that you feel my dick pumping in and out of her asshole. You lick her until she squirts in your mouth and I will finish up in your needy little puss, where my big fat dick belongs.” He bit her ear hard and Sofia moaned, gripping his shoulders, and pressing her whole naked body into him., her hips thrusting for just the barest hint of any part of him against her clit. But Duane pushed her away, and refocused on Isabella, spreading her knees wider and then slapping her ass, causing the younger woman to shake and moan.

Sofia sank to her knees by her sister’s face. Isabella’s eyes were closed, her mouth straining and grunting in time to Duane’s thrusts. Sofia pleaded with her sister, “Please Izzy, let me in. Tell him you’ve had enough. Go take a shower. Let me fuck him please.” Isabella opened her eyes, makeup running down her saliva-slick face, and looked right at her sister as she came again, head and body spasming, and she whispered back, “Not enough..ohoohoh…need more.” Then she reached back and spread her cheeks, her face against the floor taking the full weight of Duane’s thrusts and screamed “Fuck me more!”

Sofia felt her sister’s words slice through her brain and land like a slap exploding on her pussy. All she felt was pure, unbridled lust washing away all other thoughts. She slid across the floor, which was slick from Duane and Isabella’s rutting juices, and pressed her head between Duane’s legs, scooting her nakedness until the top of her head touched her sister’s belly. Sofia looked up and her sister’s bald, glistening cunt was right over her face. In that moment, Duane’s particularly violent thrust forced Isabella’s hips down and suddenly Sofia’s mouth was full of wet pussy. It was hot and tangy and god it tasted a little of semen and fuck, almost immediately Sofia couldn’t get enough. She took long licks from front to back and front again, she sucked Isabella lips, and shoved her tongue into her hole. The flavors of her sister’s cunt, and Duane’s juices, and sweat and sex filled Sofia’s mouth. Sofia’s hands found her sister’s thighs and held tight allowing her mouth to follow Isabella’s pussy as it moved back and forth trabzon escort in time with Duane’s thrusts.

Sofia made her tongue a little thin dick and let Duane fuck her sister pussy on and off it, until with her tongue as far as she could get it in her sister’s tight hole, Duane moaned and stopped thrusting, his dick fully sheathed in Isabella’s tight asshole. “Oh you dirty, siser-fucking whore, I can feel your nasty tongue. Lick my cock, you cunt, lick it through your sister’s puss. Lick the cock you say you hate. You need it so bad, you’re willing to fuck your sister to get it, you dirty lesbian sister-diddler.” Sofia licked and licked, desperate to feel Duane’s hardness and increasingly, desperate to keep tongue-fucking her sister. After a moment, Duane continued his thrusts, grunting and laughing.

Sofia found her sister’s clit and licked it slowly and then faster and faster, as she heard her sister’s muffled voice pleading, “oh, no Sofie, what are you doing, oh no, we don’t, you’re my…oh, FUCK, oh, no, no don’t stop oh, SOFIE, what are you doing, your tongue, oh god, so good, so wrong, oh, oohohoh, more please, faster, faster, oh, FUCK, don’t stop, no, god.” Sofia licked and licked and her sister’s voice got less and less coherent and shriller and shriller. Suddenly, the full weight of Isabella and Duane was on Sofia’s face and then it was very warm and very wet and then they were sliding off her onto the floor beside her. For a moment, Sofia tried to keep her tongue in her sister’s cunt, but then they were all lying on the floor and Isabella was shaking and moaning, and Duane’s dick was large and out and |her sister’s gaping asshole was empty.

“Fuck, I’m going to nut,” Duane shouted and then reached over and dragged Sofia by the hair to his wet smelly cock, before almost immediately squirting semen all over her face and hair, coating her liberally in his white gooey seed. After a moment, Sofia licked the big fat head, and then took the still squirting cock into her mouth, ovaling her mouth wide, tasting all manner of flavors, and swallowing the remainder of his load, trying desperately to keep it hard enough to fuck.

But his monster shrank and became flaccid and Duane pushed her off, mumbling about it being too sensitive. Sofia tried to hold onto him, tried to draw him back into her open mouth, but in moments, he was up hunting for clothes and as Sofia, shaking, desperate, pleaded, “you promised, you said you would fuck me, you made me and you promised and…”, but he was dressed and slamming the front door which had remained wide open ever since Sofia had returned home. As Sofia whimpered and collapsed in a heap next to her sister, she heard his car peeling out of the driveway.

Sofia lay on the wood floor of the foyer of her house, coated with the cum of her sister and her ex-husband, every nerve in her body tingling crazily, her head buzzing, her clit literally throbbing, and she looked over at her sister, who opened her eyes and smiled at Sofia. “Oh Sofie, that felt so good Sofie, soooo good. I’m sorry he didn’t fuck you baby. He said you’d told him to come over. I asked what for and he blushed, the silly man. I eventually got it out of him, how you’d booty-called him like a naughty slut, how you’d promised him all your holes and then you were late. God, I don’t know why I’m talking like this, I think that big thick cock, or maybe your little pink tongue, brain damaged me. He showed me your nasty texts and I was sitting right next to him and he was already hard and he smelled so good and I’d always had sort of a thing, and I’ve been so so so so horny and I just couldn’t or maybe really didn’t want to help myself. I told him he could choose one of my holes while he waited.

He tried my mouth first, but after awhile he wasn’t sure if that’s the one he really wanted, so he tried my itchy little cunnyhole, and god he stretched me so wide and filled me up, but he couldn’t be sure that was the one he wanted, so he tried my mouth again, and the after I almost choked on his dick, he stuck it deep into my tight little asshole and well, that you got to see how much he liked that. Oh, Sofie, are you touching yourself. God, it was so nasty what you did to me, licking your own sister’s pussy, that was so bad, but fuck it felt so good. Have you always wanted to eat my hole? Did you lay in bed as a teenager and think about me touching myself in the next room? That’s actually incredibly hot, now I kinda want you to do it again. No other girl has licked me like that. Oh, yes, YES, that’s it. Cum, you filthy sister-lover. Oh, Oh, that looked nice. Goddamn. How are we going to go see mom and the girls now?”

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CFNM Randy Summers St Patrick’s Day

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CFNM Randy Summers St Patrick’s Day Bartender.

(I still have the green hat in the closet)

A few weeks before St. Patrick’s Day, I got a call from a gal who had seen my CFNM Party planning website.

She was doing a St. Pat’s party and wanted something special and more titillating for her guests. It was going to be a mixed party of men and women and she wanted to be sure that I did that sort of thing. If you have read any of my stories you know that I am glad to perform naked in almost any circumstance. I am mostly straight but the exhibitionist in me enjoys mixed groups.

There would be food, corned beef sandwiches and such, lots of green beer and drinks made with Midori or Crème De Menthe and even Margaritas (with a bit more green food coloring), even a bit of Irish music mixed in with more generic dance music.

To add to the fun she had green masks and party hats and lots or green Mardi Gras style beads. There were even some novelty items like green plastic backscratchers and shamrock key chains as party favors.

She was planning the evening to get a bit more risqué later, and wanted me to plan my wardrobe to be a “reveal”. That is to start fully dressed in an appropriate themed costume, and lose pieces as the evening wore on. She encouraged me to be as inventive and erotic as I wished in my costume choices for the latter part of the evening.

I had time to shop online and find some fun stuff for the party. It isn’t easy finding green thongs and such, but I managed. It also gave me some time to use plenty of self tanning moisturizer. I don’t like being too pale when I work in the nude. I also try to do a few barbell exercises to “pump” my arms and chest a bit before heading to a party.

I arrived the evening of the party to set up, finding that the caterer had done most of that…I would only need to bartend and waiter a bit by passing around trays of food.

To start the evening I was wearing green slacks with green suspenders, a green vest, no shirt, a green bow tie, green felt hat and an arm garter with a shamrock. I also had on a green thong and a pair of sheer green shorts under the green slacks.

As promised there was plenty of food and drink and as guests arrived things were off to a good start. The hostess (her name was actually Patty…how appropriate) and I had pre-arranged that she would tell her guests that we had been dating a bit and I had agreed to help with the party. She figured if the crowd thought I was something of a “fuck buddy” she would have a good excuse to flirt and fondle me during the evening. That way I could also take more breaks and perhaps dance with her and some of the other guests if they so desired.

Sure enough, as the guests started to get a bit lubricated, my hostess decided to start the fun. We were dancing and she decided it was time for me to start stripping. As we danced, she unbuttoned my vest and removed it, exposing my bare chest and suspenders. She admonished me in front of the company to get back to the bar and make some more drinks. This actually helped me fill my tip jar a bit faster.

I returned to my “duties” making cocktails and passing plates of food. A few of her girlfriends found excuses to touch my chest, arms or butt as I worked around the room.

My hostess came over to the bar and announced to the crowd that she thought that my skin was looking a bit dry. She produced a bottle of baby oil and led me to the center of the room. She sensuously lowered my suspenders and proceeded to drizzle oil on me. This is always a big turn-on for me, and I could tell that while some of the guests were a bit uncomfortable, many were enjoying the sight.

We actually kissed and “made out” a bit while she coated me with oil, which was very erotic. She turned me around, slapped my butt and had me go back to my bartending.

I continued making more drinks and flirting with the party guests. Several of the gals managed to cop a feel of my oiled chest while ordering drinks. This was also very good for my tip jar. Patty came up to the bar with one of her girlfriends, Sue, and while I was refilling their drinks they were chatting.

“Randy is kinda cute. I didn’t know you were dating.”

“Not so much dating as the occasional booty call.”

“Oh. So you two aren’t really a couple or anything. I was just wondering. You usually go for men with dark hair.” Sue was eyeing my glistening Pecs and abs.

“Well, the attraction is that Randy has one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen.”

“Is it REALLY?

Patty was running her hands around my chest and abs and flicking my nipples. “I think it must be 9 or 10 inches, very slim and straight.”

There was a bit of a lineup of guests at the bar as this was going on and I was attempting to get drinks made.

Both gals had come behind the bar and were running their hands on me as they talked. I felt the blood starting to flow to my groin. Listening to two women talking about my dick was starting to get me hard.

Some of the mersin escort other lady guests had overheard the discussion about my equipment and were lingering at the bar even after I had refreshed their drinks. One of the gals asked “Can we see it?”

With that Patty went for the front of my slacks, unzipped them and pulled them down. There was a general groan of disappointment to see that I was wearing sheer green shorts and my privates were covered by a green thong.

Sue laughed. “Patty you bitch. You knew I couldn’t resist!”

“That’s right…I know you too well. You love cock!”

“Does this mean I don’t get to see it? ’cause that sucks!”

Several other ladies chimed in to repeat that sentiment.

“Randy is VERY playful. We’ll see what the evening brings.”

Sue and several of the other ladies looked very determined to get a look at all my “goods”.

As I served more drinks and made the rounds with a food tray I noticed that the guests, the ladies in particular were staring at my thong. It had a special feature, a built-in elastic cock ring of sorts that pushed my cock and balls very forward, making me look big and hard even when I wasn’t. I seemed to be producing the desired effect. The excitement of all these women staring at my crotch helped my thong bulge even more. I was indeed starting to feel very playful.

Sue asked me to dance. She was cute and blonde and buxom, which I like a lot. They were playing a slow song, so Sue used it as an excuse to rub against me, stroking my butt and rubbing against my crotch, which was swollen from the attention. As we swayed, she began toying with the waistband of the sheer shorts, and quickly pulled them down. This put her at eye level with my now very bulging thong.

“Wow!” she said as she grabbed hold of my cock and balls and gave a firm squeeze.

Some of the other gals laughed and a few applauded. Some of the men looked uncomfortable, some envious.

She even gave my package a few tugs, which made it swell even more.

Patty interrupted her recreation.

“Now, now Sue, I did ask Randy here to help with the party.”

A gal in the back yelled, “He IS helping with the party!” Several guests laughed.

“Maybe later he’ll show us more if you all want him to.” There were a few shouts of affirmation.

I returned to my duties as bartender/waiter. As I made the rounds more than one guest, one or two males and most of the females managed to sneak a grope at my crotch.

I needed a bathroom break. Sue headed me off in the hallway.

“You know I want to see what you’ve got.” She pressed against me and kissed me, which aroused me of course. She began tugging at the waistband of my thong, trying to dislodge me.

Patty came along and stopped her.

“My, my you are the slut tonight, aren’t you?’

“You got that fucking right.” She laughed. “You know big dicks make me crazy!”

“Now I want Randy to be a tease for the gang. The uptight ones will leave early and we’ll see what happens later. Now try to behave a little.”

Sue turned and left the hall, more determined than ever to see my goods.

“So Patty, are you pleased with how my bartending is going?”

“Very. The horny ones can’t keep their eyes off your crotch and the uptight ones are cringing. It’s fabulous.”

“Cool. I was going to change to a more see-thru thong, if you think its time to get more risqué.”

“Yes. It will send the party-poopers running home and leave the real partiers.”

I went to her bedroom where I had placed my costumes and got out of my cock ring thong. I was very glad it was elastic as my dick pretty hard from all the attention. If it had been a metal cock ring I don’t think I could have gotten it off.

As I picked up the next thong, green again, but with a very sheer mesh pouch that hid nothing from view, I heard the door open and close behind me. I turned around and instinctively covered my crotch with my hands, fully expecting to see Sue.

It was my hostess, Patty.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No problem. I was almost expecting Sue. I guess I’m making her horny. Is anything wrong? Am I doing what you wanted for the party?”

“Oh yes, absolutely so far. When we talked, you did say that you were willing to go “full monty”.”

“No problem. Just let me know when you think the guests are ready. I have one or two more thongs to wear that are fun”.

“Great. You know, although you did email your pictures when we planned the party, I never did get to see you, I mean all of you, in person.”

“Why no, we didn’t do the interview in person”. I was still standing there with my hands covering my crotch.

“Before I allow you to unveil yourself to my guests, I think I should see what I’m paying for, don’t you?’

“Yes, of course, you have every right to approve what your guests get to see. You are the hostess and therefore in charge of everything”.

“Then take your kocaeli escort hands away from your crotch so I may see everything.”

Our eyes locked and I did as I was told.

She circled me, running her hands along my shoulders, back, arms and butt. This naturally got my cock to rise. There’s just something so erotic about being naked and scrutinized by a woman who is fully clothed. I could feel my cock rising to feel hardness as she stared at me.

“Yes that is impressive. My guests will be truly amazed. I think you need more oil now; you look a bit dry in spots. You look really hot all wet and shiny. And what were you going to wear next?”

I reached into my gym bag and produced the green see-through thong, and as I did a brown bottle of poppers fell out and onto the floor.

“That’s very festive. I like how you followed the St. Patrick’s Day theme with all the green. And I see you like poppers” she laughed. “Don’t be so surprised I know what they are, and what they do.”

“Poppers are a weakness, I do enjoy them”.

I reached for the baby oil, but Patty grabbed it away from me.

“Since I’m paying for it I should make sure everything looks right.”

She had me stand with my arms out at my sides and my legs spread apart. She proceeded to oil me again starting with the chest and arms, butt, and then the legs starting at the ankles and working slowly up my thighs toward my crotch. I’m sure it was an odd sight with me naked except for a green felt hat, green bow tie, shamrock arm band and a raging hard-on.

“Take a hit of poppers”.

I did as instructed. As the head rush hit, she began applying baby oil to my balls and cock. I groaned with the sensation of pleasure as she stroked my throbbing shaft. I was very turned on and my cock was starting to leak pre-cum.

“Now, now” she squeezed my balls firmly “I don’t want you to come just yet. We’ll save that for a big finale.”

My cock managed to back off from what would have been an orgasm. I do enjoy a bit of “edging”. The whole scene was making me very horny and very exhibitionistic.

“Now let’s get you in that see thru thing”.

She watched in amusement as I struggled to fit my still hard cock into the pouch. I was thankful for stretch spandex. As I said it was so sheer I might as well have been nude, but the fact that there was still a bit of fabric shielding me from full view added to the eroticism.

Patty grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back out into the party. The thong left NOTHING to the imagination and had the desired effect. The more uptight guests said their good-byes leaving the more adventurous party-goers.

I was becoming less involved in bartending and waitering, the guests were happy helping themselves at this point. I was instead somewhat in demand as a dance partner. The gals were getting very bold, and I was getting groped very openly. A few of their dates looked on with chagrin, hoping to reap the benefits of my getting their dates “turned on”.

I was chatting with one of the female guests, she was asking about my party services and I gave her my business card. We talked about my possibly doing a birthday party for a friend of hers. All the while she kept running her fingernail up and down the front of my cock through the sheer green fabric. The increasing bulge in the thong told her that I was enjoying the attention.

I spotted Patty and Sue off in a corner giggling. I’m sure they were up to something and I figured it involved me. Patty came over to me and asked if I had any other costumes for the evening. I told her there was one more if she so desired. She asked me to bring it to her.

I headed for the bedroom and retrieved it. In keeping with the theme, it was neon green. It was shaped to fit the ball sack and erect cock with a thin, transparent mesh, and snug enough to massage the shaft and keep the wearer aroused with the cock sticking straight out in front. It made for an extremely blatant; some would say obscene, display.

I came out and handed it to Patty.

Patty called to her guests. “Has everyone been having fun?” The crowd laughed and applauded. “Has Randy been taking good care of you all?”

One gal piped up, “Yes…but he’s wearing too much clothing!”

Everyone laughed.

“Be patient, tramps. The night isn’t over yet. Are you ready for a little more fun?”

More laughter and catcalls from the crowd.

Most of the guests had gathered on one side of the large den we had been using for bar and food service. Patty and Sue each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me over to the other side of the room.

Sue had been hot to play with me all evening and now she and Patty were going to really have some fun in front of the crowd.

Patty grabbed my arms and pinned them behind me. Sue produced a bottle of poppers (it seems Patty had her own stash) and gave me a hit. They positioned me so the crowd couldn’t see my front, and Sue proceeded to remove samsun escort the thong I had been wearing.

I felt both sheepish and aroused and the crowd loved it.

Sue held out the next thong for all to see.

“I think this is supposed to be worn with a hard-on. Do we want to see it that way/”

Calls of “yea” and “damn right” came from the gals in the crowd.

“I want my guests to see Randy at his best. Perhaps Sue can help him out.”

More catcalls and applause form the crowd. Sue gave me another hit of poppers and knelt before me. Patty and Sue had me positioned so that the crowd couldn’t quite see what was happening, but from my squirming and writhing it was obvious Sue was giving me a hand job.

When Sue had me at “full mast” she had me step in to the waistband and slipped the thong over my equipment. The material was stretchy but snug enough to help keep me hard. It was designed to keep the cock shaft erect and pointing straight out from the body. The material so sheer it basically looked like I had painted my cock and balls a pale green! And yes, I still have on the green hat, green bow tie and shamrock armband. I looked like some demented and very raunchy leprechaun!

Patty and Sue led me over to where most of the other gal guests had gathered and pushed me into the crowd. This was met with lots of laughter and hooting. I became a very sought after dance partner with multiple gals surrounding, brushing up against me, groping, and a few even being so bold as to grab and stroke my cock. The sensation of having my cock stroked through the thin fabric was pretty wild!

Several of the gals started “decorating” me with those green St. Patrick’s Mardi Gras-style beads, draping them around my neck, and stuffing them into the waistband of my thong. One gal tossed a strand of beads and it landed over my cock. It was decided to play ring toss with my cock.

A bar stool was produced and I was seated, or rather perched in the center of the room. The edge of an area rug was deemed the toss line. Patty quickly came up with some rules.

One strand toss per try. The tosser had to stay behind the line. The beads had to encircle my cock. For a consistent target, the tosser could use whatever method she wished to be sure that the target was fully erect.

It would be the best 3 out of five for the contestants. I would have to do the winners bidding, as long as it wasn’t illegal or harmful.

The stool was placed just far enough away, and the gals were tipsy enough that it was no easy task to “ring” me. Each gal had her own method of keeping me “up” whether it be some kissing and making out, licking my neck and nipples, or stroking my cock and balls. I was so turned on that pre-cum was leaking profusely from the tip of my cock and drenching the sheer thong.

One of the gals, a lanky redhead noticed this as she came to take her turn and pointed it out to the crowd. This was met with hoots and catcalls and laughter. She then decided that she wanted a taste and before I realized what was happening she went down on me. It must have been a hot sight. I was all oiled and sweaty and shiny getting a very public blow job. The crowd was dead silent and watching, seemingly mesmerized. I imagine that most people don’t get to witness such a public blowjob. It’s not very often that I allow myself to be blown in so public a setting so I was intensely turned on. The feeling of her mouth on me through the fabric of the shaft covering was mind-blowing as well as cock blowing!

Patty came to break things up calling out “Don’t spoil the target…the game isn’t over.”

The smell of sex was noticeable in the room. By now most of the couples had gone, leaving what I assumed were single ladies. A few mixed couples were off in various corners making out, reaping the benefits of the sexually charged atmosphere. I was beginning to feel strangely vulnerable and wondered what the contest winner would want from me.

The game continued until there was a winner or should I say winners. Sue and the redhead had actually tied.

I looked over at Patty and motioned her to come over to me. I was very much in need of a break. Not only was I getting a case of “blue balls” I needed to pee very badly!

I got her ok to do so and that’s when the redhead piped up: “That’s what I want for my prize…I want to watch him pee…just like that…hard and while wearing that thong!”

Several of the other guests chimed in that it would be a sight worth seeing, so I got permission to go into the backyard and piss on the lawn.

The gals were not about to make this easy for me. My redhead and a couple of other gals insisted on touching my chest, thighs, and butt…which was keeping me aroused. I needed to pee so badly that I managed to shoot a good stream of piss through my hard-on. This was met with squeals of delight from the onlookers. The sheer mesh fabric of the thong proved no obstacle to an insistent torrent of piss.

I reached down to shake off the last drops, but the redhead grabbed my shaft and performed that task for me.

“I think its SOO hot that men can do that” she said. “My boyfriend won’t let me watch him do it. Thank you.”

“My turn…my turn” Sue chimed in as the gals pulled me back inside.

By now I was really exhausted, and I’m sure it showed.

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The Blackmailers Fall Ch. 04

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Note – this follows immediately after the end of chapter three, The Blackmailers Fall. I was just going to let the story end at part three – but then I realized that this story could end in a variety of ways. The last chapters are some of those endings. This one is what I like to think of as the ‘happy ending’. Enjoy!

Donna seeks out Robert and his massive cock, leaving Alice to enjoy Dan. Alice has Joe lay on his back on the floor; she gets on all fours straddling Joe with her pussy just above his face. Dan eagerly plows his cock into Alice’s sopping wet pussy doggy style.

“Oh yeah – fuck that pussy Dan. Can you do something for me? After you fill my sweet pussy hole full of your cream?”

Dan’s more interested in fucking than talking – but he answers. “Sure, god your cunt is so fucking hot. What do you want?” He slaps her ass then takes ahold of her hips, grinding his cock deep into her pussy. His balls dangle just in front of Joe’s face.

Alice turns to look over her shoulder, licks her lips and tells Dan “Shit sugar your cock feels good. I want you to let cum piggy clean your cock after you cum. Will you do that for me?” Alice starts to squeeze her pussy muscles as she talks, milking Dan’s cock as he works his cock in and out of her.

Dan grimaces while he looks into Alice’s eyes. “I kind of figured you and Donna were going to be heading there. Yeah the cum slut can lick my cock clean after I fill your cunt with my sperm. Which – oh yeah – will be very – oh you bitch…” Dan pummels his cock into Alice’s cunt hole then drives it deep while pulling her hips towards his belly.

“Shit fuck – oh fuck!” Dan’s cock erupts, jets of hot gooey semen spurt into Alice’s pussy. Dan holds her tight against himself as his orgasm subsides. He looks down, pulls his cock out of Alice’s pussy. “Here cum slut, get your mouth around that cock. Get that bad boy clean.”

Joe’s been keenly watching Dan’s cock sawing in and out of his wife’s pussy. At first he felt disinterested, apathetic, resigned to his fate. Then the smell of the hot juicy pussy just above him started to penetrate into his brain, exciting the more primitive parts. Joe heard Alice’s question to Dan – secretly he found himself to be thrilled by the idea.

Alice was right, the couple of videos of cuckolds cleaning their wives lovers he had seen on the net had been getting to him –his latest jerk off sessions were while watching those bookmarked sites. He had been catching himself daydreaming about what it would be like to have some guys cock in his mouth, being forced to clean the sperm and pussy juice off the dick that had just been in his wife’s cunt.

Joe watched with interest the set of balls above his head start to contract as the cock they were attached to plowed his wife’s cunt. Joe was finding himself wanting that big cock head in his mouth; he was getting a warm and horny feeling come over him as he began to anticipate Dan’s dumping a big juicy load into Alice’s pussy for him to eat.

Joe saw the cock above his head get buried to its balls in his wife’s pussy, heard Dan have his orgasm, felt the anticipation rise within when he saw the first trickle of juices ooze from between his wife’s cunt lips and the large cock buried so deeply in her hole.

He saw the cock get pulled out from the folds of his wife’s pussy – red, slimy with their juices. The hot smell of their fucking was getting him more excited and his sore, abused cock was becoming erect within the cage Alice and Donna had encased it in.

Dan’s cock is completely out and a mix of cum and pussy juice is dripping down from Alice’s pussy onto Joe’s face. Dan’s cock looms over Joe and he opens his lips and leans his head back – and takes the meaty head of Dan’s cock into his mouth. Joe closes his eyes while he sucks and licks the cock that had been fucking his wife’s cunt. He’s surprised as instead of feeling revulsion or disgust he’s enjoying the feel and the taste of Dan’s cock in his mouth.

Joe sucks and licks Dan’s cock and balls clean of the mix of his wife’s pussy juice and semen. He grabbed the base of Dan’s cock, moving it around so that he can get every inch of it spotless. Dan leans forward, offering is ball sack to Joe. Joe happily sucks each of Dan’s balls into his mouth for good measure. Dan finally pulls away to sit back on the couch while Joe goes to lick the remainder of cum from Alice’s pussy.

Donna is kneeling on the couch and Robert’s massive cock is buried deep into her pussy. She’s been moaning almost non-stop since Robert finally worked his cock completely into her cunt and started pumping in and out. She’s been watching Alice over her shoulder, and seeing Joe take Dan’s cock in his mouth sent her over the edge.

As her orgasm starts she pleads with Robert “Fill my cunt with your spunk – god you’re splitting me in two – I want – oh, oh – yeah I want your cum!” Robert pulls her back to him as his cock erupts deep inside Donna.

Alice adana escort sees that Robert is coming, gets up and tells Joe “Go over to Donna cum slut, she has a nice fresh load for you. Ask Robert if he’d like his magnificent cock and balls cleaned.” Joe gets to his hands and knees, crawls over to the couch.

Joe kneels next to Robert and looking up at him asks “Sir, can I please clean your cock and balls with my mouth?”

Alice walks over and says to Robert “Yes Robert, would you let the cum piggy lick your beautiful cock and balls clean?”

Robert looks down at Joe, then at Donna. “You people are getting weird. All right, Dan let him so what the fuck why not. Hey asshole get ready.” Robert gently pulls his softening cock out of Donna’s pussy, then turns facing Joe.

Joe reaches up and takes Roberts’s huge cock by the base and looks up saying “Thank you sir, my mistress will be very pleased.” Joe opens his mouth and licks the globs of cum and slimy mix of semen and pussy juice from Roberts cock head. Satisfied the massive cock head is clean Joe works along the shaft of Robert’s cock. Robert looks at Alice, telling her “Hey, Joe’s not bad. I’m sure as hell not gay, and if Dan hadn’t done it first I would never have let this asshole lick my cock. I got to say though, if I were to close my eyes – damn he’s not bad at all.”

Joe eagerly licks the greasy mix of sperm and cunt juice off of Robert’s cock and balls. He’s realized this is where his fetishes had been leading him to – why he found merely being a passive viewer of his wife being fucked by other men had been getting less and less interesting. He needed to do this, to serve his wife and her lover Donna. He finally understood that Ingesting the sexual fluids from their bodies was his way of worshipping them – and he was only doing the same thing as he cleaned their precious juices off the other cocks – the other males were mere entertainment; he would be the one to stay and show reverence to Alice’s and Donna’s womanhood.

His sense of apathy and depression gone, Joe happily served the foursome for the rest of the evening. Alice and Donna noticed the change in Joe, his eagerness to please, his desire to serve. The next morning after Dan and Robert tiredly left the apartment the two of them quietly talked, made some decisions and went about their day.

All the assets went into Alice’s name as she had intended, but she relented and didn’t divorce Joe. He became an industrious and steady employee, eager to please Donna his new boss. She devised a reward system whereby she would massage Joe’s prostate based on his performance – Joe did so well Donna was milking him twice a day. Joe happily drinks up the seminal fluid Donna produces and then saves into what she laughingly calls Joe’s shot glass.

Joe pleased Donna even more by helping her nephew discover himself sexually. After a few times of Joe happily sucking her nephews cock, and then in turn enticing the young man to fuck his now pliant ass – Donna’s nephew realized gay sex really wasn’t his thing.

Robert had moved on a couple days after what Alice and Donna kept calling ‘that awesome weekend’ – Dan stayed and true to their word whenever he called either or both of the ladies met with him. Joe was happy when it happened because was sure to have creamy treats to eat when they finished their ‘guest services’ as they began to call it.

And after Dan moved on, well – the ‘special guest services’ could and sometimes would be extended to the occasional discrete and attractive visitor.

Strangely enough, even the lawyer ended up happy with the situation, but not at first. Alice made an appointment with him shortly after ‘that awesome weekend’, and he wasn’t pleased. But he agreed to contact the men on the list who had been captured on video fucking Alice. The offer was simple – agree to a settlement of either comped time at the hotel for the next five years or to ‘special guest services’ for the same period of time. Not too surprisingly every man contacted agreed to the second – it seemed Joe lucked out. Most of the men on the list were married, in any event no one wanted to be involved in that kind of scandal – everyone had a job, a career or a public life to protect.

As to the lawyers bill – well that ended up in a bartered agreement. Alice hosted two ‘parties’ for the law firm. One was a slightly raunchy Christmas party for the law firm staff – the top floor of the hotel was provided gratis – the firm brought the food and drink.

The second party was partners only – with Alice, Donna and Joe acting as ‘hostesses’ for the weekend retreat. Joe had been getting prepared weeks in advance – by learning to walk in high heels, how to put on stockings, bra and garter belts. Alice had him taking an ever increasing amount of vitamins and other supplements. Donna stopped his prostate massage the week before the party, explaining that he would eskişehir escort be needing every drop of ejaculate he could produce for the event.

On the afternoon of the partners party Donna takes him to a salon where what bit of hair Joe had below the neck is waxed off; then his face gets professionally shaved baby smooth. There was a lot of giggling on the part of the technician when she saw Joe’s caged cock – Donna removed it for her after promising Joe his balls would receive a thrashing if he caused any embarrassment. They end the visit with him getting both a pedicure and manicure. Once completed Donna puts the cage back on him to the amusement of the other ladies in the spa, and on their return the three of them go to the upper floor where the party’s to be held and finish getting ready for their guests.

It was a quiet weekend at the hotel in terms of bookings, and Alice had her daughter Chloe scheduled to run the desk. The law firm was once again given the top floor for the partner’s party; with food, drink and various supplies having been delivered the previous afternoon. The three of them enter into one of the rooms and while Alice lays out the clothes they were to be wearing Donna gets Joe prepared. This is a weekend of many firsts for Joe – starting with the series of enemas Donna and Alice give him.

Joe got a warm soapy enema to start with, followed with a couple that Alice said were herbal mixes. Satisfied that he was cleaned out Donna first sternly admonishes Joe regarding touching himself, after which she removes the cock cage and has him shower. She keeps the shower curtain open so she could keep watch. Once clean and dry Donna leads him back to the bedroom where Alice lets them know the partners have arrived and are also getting ready in their own rooms. Then Alice goes into the bathroom for her own preparations.

Donna applies a bright red nail polish to Joe’s fingertips and toes. Finished she has him sit still to allow the polish to dry; and puts the cock cage back onto Joe’s privates. “There now, we don’t want the slut spoiling things.” She leaves to join Alice in the bathroom, where they help each other with douching and their own enemas. Alice takes her shower while Donna finishes her last enema.

Alice towels herself dry, then taking Donna’s place she applies makeup to Joe’s face. She begins with a dark black mascara to his eyes and finishes with bright red lipstick to his lips. Alice dabs perfume on his neckline, wrists, behind his ears and the back of his knees. Satisfied with how Joe looks Alice puts a neon blue glam wig on him – the bangs meet just over his eyebrows and the sides sweep down to his shoulders.

Alice points Joe to the clothes he’ll be wearing, then starts to put on her own makeup. Joe rolls a pair of black stockings that end about mid-thigh up each leg, then wraps a black satin garter belt with lacy trim around his hips. He clips the six straps to the stocking tops, then puts on the matching black satin and lace bra. He slips into a black French maids costume with white apron and very short skirt, finishes with a pair of black high heel pumps. Alice helps him get the white with black lace maid’s cap positioned over his wig.

Donna and Alice finish with their hair and makeup and they dress in black stockings, six strap garter belts and black high heel pumps that match what Joe’s wearing. Alice slips into a tight short skirt and matching silk blouse, Donna puts on a sexy school girl outfit. Both put on fake glasses – Alice’s frames are black while Donna’s are fire engine red. The two of them giggle at each other after they finish dressing; Joe’s small cock is rock hard and straining in its cage, just poking from under the hem of his skirt.

Alice looks at Joe, smiles and nods approvingly. “You’ll do nicely cum slut. So here’s the deal for tonight. There are four partners, three men and a woman. The woman’s name is Elise and her husband’s name is Victor, who is also one of the four partners. Elise is dominant, and he’s her full time sub – away from the office. He’s also bi which is where you come in as Elise thinks it’s hot to watch her sub get it on with another guy, and you’re her present to her husband.”

Donna walks over with a glass of water and hands a pill to Joe. He takes it with a quizzical look, swallows it down with a couple of sips of the water. Alice again nods approvingly, saying “Good boy. Elise wanted to make sure all the men would be at the top of their game tonight – so she got some ED pills from one of her other clients. Elise will allow the cock cage to be removed later cum slut, so enjoy yourself. A couple more things.”

Donna takes the glass back from Joe then struts away from him swiveling her hips. Alice sees that Joes cock is starting to throb, smiles to herself and continues. “Elise is the senior partner of the firm – and she’ll be running the party. You are going to be Victors cum dump sakarya escort – but Elise wants the other men to bugger your ass too. So when you get a load of cum up your ass Victor gets it. He also gets your cum little piggy. Elise has warned us that Victor can be – voracious – so expect him to drain your balls dry and then some. Everyone ready? Then let’s go take care of our guests.”

Alice leads the trio out and down the hall to the room set up for the partner’s party. The rooms on this floor were larger, set up more like the owners suite in that the bedrooms were separate from the living room and there’s a kitchenette area. Alice knocks on the door and opens it, ushering Joe and Donna inside.

Elise is standing in the middle of the living area sipping a drink. She’s dressed in a tight white blouse, riding breeches and thigh high black boots. Besides the drink in her one hand she’s holding a riding crop with the other, using it to tap and tease a man kneeling besides her. Joe takes one look at her and his cock begins to ooze pre-cum onto the floor.

The man kneeling next to her is naked with his hands behind his back and knees splayed out. His cock and balls are on display, dangling between his thighs; and like Joe his cock is contained in a cage. Elise traces one of his ears with the tip of her riding crop. “Victor dear, it looks like your little play date has arrived. She’s adorable! Oh and silly me, I haven’t been paying attention to the time. You must be starving – let’s get your snack started up. Oh boys!”

The other partners get up from the chairs they had been lounging in and walk towards Elise. They are both wearing white terry cloth robes and have their drinks in hand. Elise moves the tip of the riding crop down to Victor’s caged cock, and lightly taps it. “Gentlemen, poor Victor is hungry and I want to give him a special treat. Your first load of the evening goes into the ass of Victor’s delightful play date; after which you are free to enjoy our gracious hostesses. Who’s first? Alice, can you bring Victor’s little friend over to that coffee table and get her ready please?”

Alice and Donna lead Joe to a low coffee table next to Elise and have him get atop it on his hands and knees. Donna hikes his skirt hem up, folding it over his ass while Alice works a generous amount of lube into his sphincter and rectum. Elise has Victor move so that he can watch closely while the other two men remove their robes and walk to where Joe is.

The first man reaches out to Donna and strokes her cheek. “Well little school girl, I guess I’ll go first – but can you help get me ready?” Donna smiles at him and takes the tip of his cock into her mouth, working it with her tongue. His cock hardens as Alice kneels in front of the other man and gently strokes him erect.

The first man reluctantly pulls his cock out of Donna’s warm mouth, saying “That’s something we’ll need to get back to.” The man gets behind Joe and while Donna spreads his cheeks the partner pushes his cock into Joe’s ass.

Elise continues to caress Victor with the tip of her riding crop. “Donna, that’s John whose cock is now completely into that cute little sluts ass. And Alice meet Donald, his manhood is what you are so elegantly working on. Just so everyone is clear I’m a jealous bitchy cunt as well as the senior partner. So ladies, hands off Victor. And the same thing goes for you two horn dogs. So John after you’ve filled Victor’s play date’s ass with your seed have it clean your cock then go have fun with Donna. Same thing for you Donald.”

John has found that as long as he looks at Joe as the plump little fuck toy he’s been dressed up as he’s okay with his cock buried deep into his/her/its ass. Still, he’s impatient to finish so he can get back to having fun with the school girl chick next to him – and he wouldn’t mind getting some of that sexy secretary who’s now slowly sucking off Donald. He’s pleasantly surprised to find Victor’s fuck toy’s ass is hot but not all that tight – he’s pounding away with abandon and the slut is getting off on it from the sounds its making. He’s close to coming and there isn’t any reason to show any finesse so he does – grabbing the fuck toy by its hips and pulling his cock deep into its ass. John comes grunting, keeping his cock buried until he’s finished. He pulls out and walks to the front of the fuck toy, presenting his cock for it to clean.

As soon as Donald sees that John is finished he walks behind the fuck toy kneeling on the coffee table and rams his cock deep into its asshole. Victor had been the one to take on the chick dressed as the slutty secretary as a client, and he really wanted to get back to that nicely put together MILF. Those glasses were getting to him, he had a thing for nerdy looking chicks. And he was fine with fucking a cross dresser in the ass – this wasn’t his first time with one, or a shemale for that matter.

As Donald pounds into Joe’s ass Elise motions for Victor to stand up. She removes the cage from his cock and starts to caress his balls. “Alice, could you be a dear and put Victors cage on the counter there? Thanks. Victor, I think your play date is just about ready for you. When Donald finishes I want you to empty your balls into that fuck toys plump ass. Then my dear you get your snack.”

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Contraband

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“Hands against the wall!”

“Why? I didn’t do anything.”

Rather than answer, I grab your right wrist with my right hand and pull your arm towards me and to the right. The sudden motion throws you off balance and before you realize it you are spinning around facing the wall. Your right palm pressed against the wall. It is cool to the touch. You feel me grab your left hand and pin that one to the wall.

You feel my knee spreading your legs a little beyond shoulders width apart and move your feet closer to me so that it becomes necessary for you to support yourself with your arms to keep from falling forward. This causes your blouse to fall away from your body a little. You can feel the cooler air on your stomach and breast. The cooler air causes your nipples to harden just a little.

It’s a pleasant summer day, so you are wearing a light blouse with a medium length skirt. You were just going to run out to take care of a quick errand and hadn’t even planned on getting out of your car so you didn’t even bother to put a bra on.

The motion of using my knee to spread your legs creates a subtle sway in your breast. You can feel tips of your nipples brush against the soft fabric of your blouse. A shiver of pleasure runs through you, causing goose bumps to appear all over your body, making your skin that much more sensitive. So that when you feel my hot breath against your ear, another shiver of pleasure runs through you and you can feel yourself starting to become wet.

I whisper into your ear “Are you going to continue to be difficult, or am I going to have to cuff you?”

“But officer, I didn’t do anything!”

“You were doing 35 in a 30.”

“But that is just 5 miles an hour over the speed limit! Hell, I shouldn’t even have to get out of my car for this!” You start to try and turn towards me, but find that you are unable to move your hands and feel me slide my leg further between yours to keep you pinned where you are.

“Why are you being so difficult, you trying to hide something?”

“No!”

“I don’t believe you, I’m going to have to search you. I know your type, looking all sweet, sexy and innocent when in reality you are smuggling contraband. “

“Contraband?”

“Yeah, now keep your hands against the wall and legs spread!”

I let go of your wrist and the tips of my fingers graze your arms as I do so. The sensation borders on being ticklish, but you feel yourself getting wetter.

I start at your ankles now. You can feel my hands moving them up your legs, it feels more like massage than a search. They are now halfway up your thighs and you can feel the hem of your skirt starting to lift. Your body starts to tingle in anticipation, wondering just how far I’m going to going. One inches, two inches, three inches my hands are now almost all the way up your thighs.

As my hands move higher and higher, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You feel a bit of your wetness escape and start to run down your leg. You start to become worried that I might notice and start to shift a little and hope your moisture loses its momentum before it hits my hand.

“Be still!” And to emphasize my point, you feel my hands squeeze your thighs. This causes more moisture to escape giving the first drip of moisture just enough additional momentum to connect with my hand.

“Ah ha! Just want I thought! Contraband!”

I remove my hands from your thighs and let your skirt fall back down. The rustle of your skirt creates a gentle flow of air that caresses you. You are not wearing any underwear so the cool air touches your moistness and generates another tingle of pleasure.

“Turn around.”

You turn around and you can see wetness glistening in the sunlight contrasting nicely with the darkness of my skin.

“This is what I am talking about! Contraband!”

To verify the potency I lift my finger to my nose and inhale deeply. My eyes close and my body shudders as I take mardin escort in the aroma of your wetness. You can see me starting to get hard as I stand there with my eyes closed savoring your scent. You know that you are caught because you have great stuff. Knowing that you are caught, you feel a shiver of pleasure run through you in anticipation of the punishment for getting caught with contraband.

I open my eyes, give you a wide smile and say “Looks like I’m going to have to gather more evidence.” I take a step to you, which causes you to take a step back into the wall. It is cool and hard against your back. I continue to move towards you. Pressing my weight against you. Your breast crushed against my chest, the bulge of my excitement pressing against you just below your stomach.

I hold your head in my hands and bring my mouth to yours. My large lips feel soft against your smaller thinner ones. You feel the tip of my tongue caress your lips. Your mouth opens slightly to let me in. Our tongues touch and slowly start to dance with each other. You can feel my hardness growing even more against your stomach. You can feel your own moistness increasing as my tongue penetrates deeper into your mouth and the tingle of pleasure running through your rock hard nipples pressed firmly against my chest.

I take your hands in mine, interlocking our fingers and squeeze passionately. Our tongues are dancing their little dance, no longer just teasing. I raise your hands above your head and hold both wrists easily in one of my hands. I break the kiss and pull my head back to look deeply into your eyes. The passion in your eyes turns me on. I move in and kiss you deeply again. Then say with a smile, “Time to gather more evidence.”

You can feel yourself tingling with anticipation. You spread your legs a little further to give me better access. My free hand moves down to your leg while still keeping your arms pinned above your head with the other.

You can feel my hand on the inside of your thigh now, slowly lifting up your skirt. I stop when I encounter some more of your escaped moistness. I use it to lubricate the tips of my fingers and start moving them in a circular motion as I make my way further up your thigh.

I’m close enough now to where even with your legs spread I can touch of both you legs at once. Starting from your inner thighs, I run my ring and pointer fingers along the line that would normally be highlighted by your panties. My middle finger grazes ever so lightly against your slightly parted lips. It comes away wet.

I bring it up to my mouth and suck on it, savoring the taste of you. With my finger still in my mouth I move to you and kiss you, moving my finger from my mouth into yours. You can still taste some of yourself on it. You are very sweet. I slowly draw my finger out of your mouth, the darkness of my skin contrasting nicely with the paleness of your own.

I let my finger linger on the edge of your lip for a second before letting it drop down to your chin, trace down your neck, run between the little valley at the base of your throat formed by where your collar bones meet.

I put my finger back in your mouth. I can feel you sucking me deeper into your mouth, your tongue caressing me. I bury my face into the side of your neck and start kissing it, intermingling the kisses with gentle nibbles.

I start sliding my finger in and out of your mouth. I can you quickening your pace. The energy that you are devoting to my finger is translating directly through my body and I feel like I’m going to cum.

I don’t want to do that yet so I withdraw my finger from your mouth and cup your breast in my hand. I rotate my thumb in a circular pattern over your breast looking for your nipple. The fabric of your blouse feels smooth against my skin. I find your nipple and give it just the slightest of tweaks with the nail. I hear a moan escape from your lips. I then van escort take the finger that is wet and slowly start to circle your nipple. The thin fabric of your blouse is quickly wet and immediately starts clinging to your nipple, adding to the pleasure you are feeling.

I move my mouth from the nape of your neck to the same nipple. I give it a few flicks with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. Then I flick my tongue back and forth across your nipple very quickly.

Letting go of your wrist, I move my hand back down between yours legs, my palm pressed firmly against your mound and fingers resting on you lips. You are so wet now. I start moving my fingers, lubricating them with your wetness.

I pull my mouth from your nipple and whisper into your ear, “Yes, just as I thought, lots of contraband”

“Yes officer, your caught me. I guess this means that you will have to arrest me.” You say as you hold your hands out for me to slap the cuffs on. I take a hold of your wrist, put the cuff on it, flip you around so that your arms are behind your back, put the other wrist in a cuff and walk you over to the squad car.

As we approach the squad car you start to walk towards the rear door, but I change your direction and direct you towards the front of the car. I put my hand on the back of your head, grab a fist full of hair and bend you over the hood of the squad car. You feel the heat of a hood warmed by the sun and engine on your face and through the flimsy material of your blouse.

You can hear me behind you, but you can’t see what I am doing. You are thoroughly wet though and can feel your wetness running down your legs. It seems like an eternity before something happens, when suddenly you feel the cool air on your exposed bottom as I lift up your skirt, your wetness intensifying the feeling all the more. That feeling is immediately followed by the sound and stinging sensation of my hand slapping your ass, a pleasant stinging sensation warming my hand also.

I slowly start moving my hand in a circular motion and then bring the other hand to your ass with a slap. Now both of my hands are moving in a circular motion on your ass. I’m getting more turned watching your lips open and close as I move my hands back and forth across your ass.

“Mmm, yes, yes, looks like I’ve hit the contraband jackpot. I think its time that I see how deep the well really runs”

You hear the sounds of me undoing my gun belt, belt and zipper. You hear the sound of my pants falling to the pavement and feel the head of my cock brush up against your leg as I free it from my boxer briefs. You can feel a bit of my wetness on your leg where my cock grazed you.

I push my cock back down between your legs and let go. It springs back up and you feel the head smack against your open lips. My head gets coated with your juices. I put both hands back on your ass and start moving my hips back and forth, moving the head the length of your pussy, my pre-cum and your juices acting as a lubricant to make it feel silky smooth. I can feel your pussy opening up inviting me in.

I use my hands to spread your ass even more so that can get a clearer view of my cock rubbing up against your pussy. It is such a hot sight. The dark brown color of my cock contrasting nicely with the pink of your open lips. Your cute little asshole, stretched wide by my hands on your ass.

I start rocking my hips a little more, my thighs bumping up against your ass. It causes your whole body to move. You can feel the fabric of your blouse moving across your nipples as you rock back and forth. I can see you struggling against the cuffs, trying to free your hands so that you can give your clit some of the attention that it is looking for.

Your clit is out and exposed now. I can’t see it from my angle, but your lips are so open that it must be out. I lower my hips a little so that length of my now slick cock is rubbing against ankara escort your clit as I move my hips back and forth.
You can’t take it anymore and scream “Fill me! Let me feel your cock inside of me!” Ever the obliging civil servant, on my next forward thrust I change the angle of my hips and slide slowly into your wetness.

Your hungry pussy easily accepts the head of my cock, but I quickly meet some resistance. You can feel the head of my cock stretching you to make room for me, your juices and my pre-cum acting as the perfect lubricant. I apply a little more pressure with my hips and feel my head break into the deeper wetness of your pussy.

“O my God!” I bellow as I slide further into your wetness. You are so incredibly tight despite how wet you are. I continue to slide deeper into every so slowly allowing you to adjust to my girth. I can feel your body start to quiver and shake as an orgasm takes over your body. I can feel your wetness running down the length of me and onto my balls. I’m ready to explode, but I don’t want to just yet. So I stop continuing to push deeper inside of you and just enjoy the sensations of your pussy coming on my cock.

As I feel the tremors in your pussy starting to subside, I slide further in you until I am buried to the hilt. I can feel the head of my cock just barely pressing up against the opening of your womb. I slowly start to pull out, savoring the sensations of your pussy as the head of my cock glides against your walls.

There is a loud popping sound as I withdraw from your pussy. My cock is coated with your juices. I bury my cock back deep inside your pussy. The suddenness of it catches you by surprise and I can feel your pussy tingle with excitement.

I reach down grab a fistful of your hair, pull you head back towards me and start driving my cock in and out of you hard with nice long strokes. Pulling your hair has just barely pulled your breasts off the hood of the squad car. Your breasts are now swaying with every thrust of my cock, your nipples brushing against the fabric of your blouse sending tingles of pleasure throughout.

You can feel my balls slapping against your pussy. I slow the pace down and you can feel may hands on your pussy, pressing your lips against my cock. My hand is soaked with your juice which gives me an idea. You feel me pull out for a second and then I’m back inside of you, my hand massaging your clit.

I start a steady long stroke rhythm and enjoy the ride your pussy is giving me. You then feel my fingers working there way around your asshole. At first I just tease the edges a little bit, which causes you to involuntarily clench up, but as you become accustomed to my fingers being there I can see you start to relax.

Using your own juices as lubricant, I slowly work my finger into your asshole. There is a moment of resistance and then I slide the rest of my finger smoothly in. I start pumping your asshole with my finger and feel you slowly start to relax enough to let two fingers in.

My fingers are moving easily in and out of your asshole now. You are totally relaxed. I can feel my cock sliding in and out of your pussy with my fingers. I withdraw my fingers from your ass and replace them with something else. It is cool and hard. You scream “Oh My God!” as you realize that I am about to stick my baton in your ass.

The moment it enters you, I feel your pussy clamp down on my cock and spray me with your juices. Your body starts to shudder and shake as I work a little more of the baton into your ass. Its almost like having two hard cocks in you at once. Feeling your pussy explode like that on my cock sends me into an instant orgasm. You can feel my cock pulsing and throbbing as I come deep inside of you. Waves of pleasure cascading through my body and I collapse on top of you in exhaustion, my semi hard cock still inside of you.

It seems like forever before we both feel the need to move, but reality is starting to creep in and we have to get a move on. As I withdraw from you a thick glob of cum drips out of your pussy and lands with a loud splat on the. You turn around and we kiss.

I say to you “Thank you so much honey, that was wonderful” and kiss you deeply again. ”So am I picking the kids up after work or are you?”

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Confessions of My Secret Life

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They say confession is good for the soul. Well, i have a lot to confess but have no one to talk with, so, I do it anonymously here.

I was a virgin when I met the man who would eventually be my husband. He took my virginity on our 5th date. Up to that time, it was the most horrible experience of my life. It was consensual, but what happened during the act was a nightmare. After he broke through the hymen, he saw the blood and ran cursing from the room, leaving me alone, exposed and bleeding. After several minutes, he came back and demanded I get dressed and leave. He immediately gathered the sheets and put them in the wash. I had never been treated so badly before. I spent the next two hours shaking uncontrollably. When he called the next day, I was so relieved to hear from him, that I consented to go out with him again.

Four years and two children later, he became abusive, and demanded crazy things from me. I endured his insane, controlling behavior for years. He even violently raped me once. I often wondered what it would be like to be touched by a man who was not abusive.

In 1997, we bought our first computer. I remember sitting down at it, anxious to take my first ride on the information superhighway. It was love at first click! I loved exploring bursa escort the web and making new friends via websites. One day, i clicked on a site, just to see what it was like. I was surprised that married people had ads on there. On a whim, I put up an ad. I was astonished by the number of responses. Between the penpal ad and the personal ad, I met and had sexual relations with 15 different men. I ended up having long term relationships with two men, only stopping the sex nine years ago when I became a full time caregiver to a family member. I am still friends with both men and one is a very dear friend.

Two years ago, I became friends with a nice man via the Web. He lives far away, but if he lived closer, we would have had a physical relationship. He wanted me to send naked pictures to him, so I did. It made me feel wanted, so I made more friends and send them pictures and videos. I am a middle aged, overweight woman and it was exciting to have so many men interested in me. I never met any of them, though.

Last August, I placed a local penpal ad and got a huge number of responses. Matt stood out in particular. He seemed really nice and wrote very well. I did not send him any naked pictures because there malatya escort was something special about him. After several emails, he sent pictures of himself. I was a little surprised to find out he was black. He kept asking me if he could take me out to lunch, but I replied that I hadn’t met anyone from the net in several years. He kept insisting that we meet, even if it was just for a hug. One day he asked me if there was anything I wanted, so, I replied that I wanted potting soil, eye drops, and tomatoes. He said that he would bring them to me the next night, while my husband was at work.

I was very nervous about meeting him. I had planned to give him a hug, thank him for the items, and that would be it. He had planned basically the same thing. It did not work out that way.

It was dark by the time he arrived. He parked at the end of the driveway, between the crepe myrtle and the magnolia. He got out of his SUV and immediately was fascinated by my thick, long, white hair. He ran his fingers through it. Then we hugged and something magical happened. It was like we were magnetic and could not pull apart from one another. We hugged, standing in the driveway for an hour. Our lips found each other and we kissed. çanakkale escort Our fingers started exploring. We caressed, hugged, and kissed for the longest time. Finally, when time for him to go, I walked away from him. It was so difficult to leave the warmth of his embrace.

Later that evening, I realized that I had been starved for physical contact of any kind with another human being. Weeks go by without my husband and I kissing or even touching.

Two nights later, Matt wanted to take me somewhere to enjoy some fruit, cheese, crackers, and wine. I did not realize he had reserved a room at a motel. The first thing he wanted to do when we got there was take a shower. We spent an hour hugging and touching in the shower. It was blissful to touch another person while being cascaded with hot water. He washed my hair, since it is his obsession. After the shower, we went to the bed and made love twice. Then we cuddled after, which was the most amazing experience. Other than one of my long term fellows (he liked to give massages afterward) no one ever cuddled after sex, even the husband. I felt wanted and cherished. We didn’t even taste food he brought!

After I got home, I deleted the videos and naked pictures and stopped writing to several of my penpals. Matt changed me. I no longer wanted cybersex or to exchange dirty pictures with different men. I only wanted Matt.

Nearly ten months later, Matt and I are still seeing each other. He treats me with respect and is very gentle and sweet. No one has ever treated me so well before. I am very thankful that he answered my ad.

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BDSM Garden Scene

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We are fairly new to BDSM and I am gradually training my partner to be a good Dom so that I may enjoy what appeals to me while she gets enjoyment herself. The narrative below is one such experience.

It was an overcast but warm day and we were relaxing in the garden. As the garden is secluded we were nude and enjoying the freedom from clothing. I was laying on a canvas and metal sun lounger and we had been talking about trying another ‘scene’. Suddenly, Liz got up and said “stay there, I have an idea that I would like to try. It should prove a memorable experience! “.

When she came back a few minutes later, she had a carrier bag of bits with her. Taking out a short length of rope she pushed one of my arms down to the side of the sunbed and tied my wrist to the leg of the sunbed. She did the same with the other arm.

Moving down to the bottom of the bed, she lifted my legs off the bed and down to the side where she tied a rope between my ankles, taking it behind the legs of the bed.

Picture the scene so far, I was now securely tied to the sun bed, on my back, with arms and legs touching the ground. Arms tied to the legs of the bed and ankles tied together and held back vertically under my knees. Reaching in the bag again, Liz brought out a ‘Gates of Hell’ Cock Ring Strap which comprises a leather strap running the length of the cock and 5 metal rings fixed at intervals along the strap and going around the shaft of the cock at different positions along it. A strap at the base secures it around the balls and shaft of the cock.

She pushed the rings over my cock and secured the strap before arranging the rings along my cock shaft.

Liz reached into the bag again and brought out an vibrating butt plug, putting some gaziantep escort lubricant on the tip, she placed it on the rosebud of my arse and with a push and a twist, pushed it fully home and pumped it up so that I really felt that my arse was filled up and that I badly needed a crap.

She now tied a rope to a ring on the cock-strap which was under my balls and taking it over the foot of, and under, the bed, pulled it tight and tied it to the rope linking my ankles so that if I moved my legs at all I would receive a greater pull on my balls and more pain in that region.

My cock was now already pointing to the clouds and to get the blood moving even better, Liz get a small 9 thong whip out of the bag.

Starting on my breast, she warmed the area up both sides with the whip bringing a pink flush to the whole area. Then without any sort of warning she adjusted the stroke so that the tips of the thongs hit my nipple, then with a backhand stroke she hit the other. The movement was repeated again. Oh what sweet pain.

Next she worked down my body and along both thighs bringing a nice deep pink glow to the skin. Each time I allowed a leg to jerk the connected rope yanked on my balls bringing a dull pain to that area in addition to the area she was working on.

Liz then briefly stood back to admire her work before she flicked the whip hard at my balls. I nearly came then but as she quickly whipped the shaft, the thongs easily going between the metal rings and the pending orgasm dropped back to an ‘orgasm pending’ type pain.

Having finished with the whip, Liz put it down and took a pair of ‘Butterfly Clip’ nipple clamps joined with a chain, out of the bag and clipped one konya escort of the clips on my left nipple, pulling it to test its security. Happy that it was securely fixed she then got another set from her bag and clipped one onto my other nipple.

Taking the other ends of the two chains, one in each hand, Liz now moved round to my head and placed her cunt on my face. “Eat me” she said and enforced the instruction with a pull on the chains connected to my nipples. I quickly applied my tongue to the already wet area!

I moved my tongue around to encourage the clit out of its hood and then sucked on it while gently teasing it with my teeth. Liz was now wildly riding my face and encouraging me on with the chain ‘reins’ on my nipples. It wasn’t long before she came and sprayed my face with her female cum.

After regaining her breath, Liz got off of my face and taking a ball gag out of her bag of tricks, fitted it around my head before moving round to sit astride my body, facing my head. Taking my steel encased, rock hard prick in one hand, she slowly lowered herself onto it. There was so much lubricant on her cunt lips that my prick started to slide in without any problem. I felt a slight check as she reached the first ring and then a slight rush as it pushed past her muscle and slid in to the next ring. The feeling was a great new novelty to me and I could tell by the groans and body movements that it was doing even more for Liz.

Once my cock was fully home, Liz sat for a moment then leaning forward, to my surprise took another ball gag from the bag and tied it in her own mouth. She then picked up the chain connected to the clip on my left nipple and clamped its spare nipple clip it kayseri escort onto her right nipple, giving a muffled gasp as its jaws bit. She then connected the other chain and clip to her left nipple.

We were now connected at three points, my cock in her cunt and by our nipples.

Slowly she began to ride me, carefully moving so that the chains did not tighten. As she moved the rings on my cock gave her feelings inside her cunt more intense that anything tried so far.

As she breathing became quicker and shallower, so her movements speeded up and the chains occasionally tightened briefly bringing sudden increased pain to our nipples. We were now both moaning in ecstasy which was pain, and pain which was also ecstasy

I felt the tremors begin inside her wet, warm love canal and then build up until they exploded into an intense orgasm which caused her body to arch, pulling on the clamps on our nipples and in tightening them bringing cruel pain. As the pain hit my tortured nipples I orgasmed and as I shot my load forcefully into her my upward hip movement yanked the rope connected to my cock and ball strap further intensifying the strength of my orgasm and turning hers into multiple ones. Each time she orgasmed the nipple clamps tightened on our nipples drawing screams of agony and ecstasy into our gags and causing increased sensation through our bodies.

Eventually Liz could cum no more and she collapsed on top of me. When she was eventually able to move, Liz carefully removed the clamps from our tits and climbed off of my cock.

After untying me, we both staggered into the house for a shower and a drink.

The ache in our nipples reminded us of the experience for several days afterwards and as we later talked about it, we were turned on by the thought of it all happening within a few tens of yards of our neighbours and wondered what they would have thought, and how far we would have been heard if we hadn’t worn the gags.

There is a good chance that we may try it again sometime if we get short on ideas.

© B Charles 2001

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Canoe Trip

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Their paddles swung in perfect rhythm as the women stroked their canoe across the lake. The shore ahead presented a solid dense wall of green bushes backed by the spruce and pine forest of the vast northern Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Both women knew from their maps that somewhere probably directly ahead a marked portage awaited.

Simple signs and a well-worn path would lead them to the next lake in their planned trip. They just had to get closer to the distant shore.

It was still early on a beautiful cloudless summer morning and the air was cool. But the sun now well above the trees was already raising the temperature. Susan Merlot, seated in the bow, rested her paddle across the canoe’s gunwales and took a long pull of cool water from her bottle. She raised both arms overhead in a muscle-easing stretch, rotating her wrists at the sky. The action raised her bra-less breasts under her loose, long-sleeved tee shirt. Her nipples responded to the shifting fabric.

She glanced around, feeling the rhythmic sensual surge of Tiffany’s paddle thrusts from the rear of the canoe. They were alone on the lake. Susan grasped the hem of the shirt and in one fluid motion stripped off the shirt. The movement of the cotton across her nipples brought a shiver and a sudden hardening of the points.

“Here we go again,” muttered her companion. “For someone who grew up in what she insists was a horribly repressive home, this gal sure is breaking out all of a sudden.”

“Well, there’s no one except you to see me here. And you saw even more last night.” Susan grinned, remembering stripping entirely out of her clothes after inexpertly dumping the canoe in the tiny bay in front of their camp. Tiffany laughed a lot while Susan struggled to shore, streaming icy lake water, hurling imprecations at the law of gravity. Tiffany, ever generous of spirit, quickly helped Susan out of her clothes and then stripped down as well.

Together the two naked friends experienced a long languorous interlude exploring the mutual pleasure of their flesh. It had been all the more delicious because of its unexpected nature.

Tiffany looked at her companion’s smooth almost unblemished back. Only a few freckles and faint lines from bikini bra straps that were nowhere in evidence. When Susan twisted to grin back at her, Tiffany caught a glance of one tender nipple, calling back the memory of the sweet taste of her friend’s body. She sighed and shook her head, never interrupting denizli escort the regular rhythm of her stroke. She sent the canoe easily and steadily through the water.

Susan returned to her duties feeling her shoulder muscles stretching and pulling under the warming sun, reveling in the freedom of uncovered skin. An hour passed and the women drew steadily closer to the shore. Now they could see the narrow brown strip of trail between two huge boulders at the edge of the water. As they grounded the canoe and pulled onto the gravel, voices, came through the surrounding trees.

“Company coming,” said Tiffany, offloading her big backpack from the bottom of the canoe.

“Yeah, guess I better cover up,” grunted Susan. She slipped the tee over her head and let the hem fall to her hips just as a teen-aged boy, bare-chested in shorts and hiking boots, appeared on the trail. He was carrying two well-filled packs over his shoulders. He smirked at the two attractive women. But it was clear he considered them too much older to be of real interest, although both women noted the way his gaze lazered in on Susan’s chest and her erect nipples.

Damn, she thought. He’s just a kid. Someday I’ll meet a man and not have this reaction. Maybe when I’m ninety.

“If you need help getting over the portage, just holler,” the boy grinned. I bet our leader will jump at the chance.”

Tiffany smiled her thanks, expertly rotated the dripping canoe bow high against a nearby sapling and hoisted the craft onto her shoulders. Smooth tan muscles in her arms and shoulders of her muscle tee shirt attracted the boy’s attention.

A canoe, carted by two more teen-agers appeared on the trail. Behind them, a tall lean bearded man, obviously one of the pack’s adult members, smiled and greeted the two women.

“The rest of our gang is strung out along the trail. You won’t have any trouble getting by. Right here is the narrowest section. Have a good trek.”

“Thank you,” Susan said. Her frank gaze swept over his trim form, even as his appreciative glance took in her hips and breasts and her smiling face.

She hoisted her pack and the paddles and started up the narrow dirt portage toward the next lake. Several hours later, the two women were once again paddling steadily across the third lake in their planned itinerary. The last portage, less used, had been a struggle and even though it had been diyarbakır escort expected, both women were scratched, sweaty and a bit out of sorts.

They knew the last portage would be even tougher. They’d planned it that way to help isolate them to a private lake with only two small camp sites. Most canoeists opted for the more easterly track, so it was more crowded. Tiffany had pushed for this more difficult portage. When Susan Merlot, Tiffany’s next-cubical-neighbor at the big insurance firm in Eden Prairie had agreed that she too loved camping and canoeing, it hadn’t taken Tiffany long to persuade her attractive and frequent lunch companion to make a trip up north to the big wild canoe area on the Canadian border.

So here they were on a hot August day, two comely unattached women on a canoeing adventure into the woods and weeds of Northern Minnesota. The lake they traversed was unnamed on their map. It was too small, Tiffany supposed. In less than half-an-hour they reached their final portage, a narrow overgrown path through bushes and a few small trees.

Puffing and sweating, they used two trips to haul their packs the tent and the canoe over the hump. But now as they rested before setting off to their preferred camp site, the one on a tiny island partway down the long lake, they agreed the effort to get there had been worth it. No canoe or single individual troubled the cool blue waters. No campfire smoke rose to spoil the clear expanse of sky overhead. They were well and truly alone.

The island campsite was tiny and perfect for their needs. Tiffany expertly scooped out a shallow fire pit after they’d pitched their tent. Then she sat back on her heels. Susan crawled back out of the tent where she’d been laying out the sleeping bags and packs.

“I’m for a little fishing,” said Susan. “But first I think a bath is in order.”

“Way ahead of you,” said Tiffany. She slipped off her shorts and panties, worked them down long lean legs and shucked her shoes. Clad only in a thin tee, she rose and stretched, arching her back. The move brought her nipples into sharp relief against the fabric. From her position on the ground, Susan could see the other’s bald pussy in the shadow of the shirt.

“The drop-off looks to be about ten feet offshore,” she said.

Tiffany turned and went off the ten yards to the island shore. She flipped off her tee and shoes, turning to antalya escort waggle her generous bottom at Susan. Then she walked into the water.

“Umm, nice,” she said as the cooling water rose to her hips, her waist and then cupped her breasts like the soothing gentle hands of an experienced lover. She leaned back until her head rested in the water and her scalp began to tingle with the rhythm of the lake. Almost unconsciously her hand slid down her torso, reaching that mid-point just between her navel and the rising mound of her sex. Arching her back, Tiffany laid out, her breasts rising just above the surface of the water like two small white islands.

She turned, rolling until her ass rose, glistening in the fading afternoon sunlight, while tiny streams of water meandered down between her cheeks. Once more floating on her back, one hand slid lower still until her fingers cupped her mound, pressing, sliding in the cool moisture that surrounded her lithe form. She breathed through her mouth, lips swelling and a tremor went through her. Then another. Her fingers probed deeper and she felt the swelling pulse of her orgasm rising and then the tremors came again, more strongly and the blue sky above her turned, for just a moment, to a golden rose.

Smiling at nothing she rolled again and began a steady, sliding crawl through the water. Tiffany swam fifty yards up the shore of the island and then flipped, raising her strokes until she was cruising through the water.

Opposite the landing where the canoe rested, she stopped and stood, the water level now just at shoulder height. She stared all around at the quiet lake. Birds twittered nearby.

Seventy-five yards away in the underbrush of the lakeshore, light flashed the tiniest spark off the lens of high-powered binoculars. The man watching was squatting in thick brush that had sprung up beneath the tall spruce and pine trees. His dark olive tent was farther back in a small clearing he’d created, deliberately avoiding designated campsites.

The gaunt bearded man sighed and licked his lips. He watched the naked woman walking slowly out of the water, water streaming down her back. It glistened as it disappeared between the cheeks of her toned ass.

“I’d like to be there,” he thought. Holding the glasses steady in one hand he reached down and touched himself.

With eyes glued to the glasses, the man watched as Tiffany paused on a flat rock shelf at the edge of the water. When she bent over to pick up her towel, she presented a perfect view of her sex framed between her thighs. Then she rose, wiping her body dry and walked slowly back up the narrow strip of sand and pine needles to their campfire. The man whistled tunelessly and turned back to his own cold campsite deep in the shadows of the pine forest.

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The Parade Pt. 02

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I cleaned up before leaving his place — didn’t catch his name, didn’t want his name. Gave him an old email of mine — if he wants to contact me for real, he can do it through that. Im not risking a phone call or messages to my current email. As I was heading out, I turned my phone’s brightness up all the way, clicked open as many apps as it would run and effectively killed the battery by the time I’d rounded the corner. Part one to my wild excuse…check.

Part two? Get trashed. Go find a bar. Go find weed. Just gotta do anything to get me out of my own head.

‘I mean…I AM though. I jus..i just let a guy fuck me,’ I marvel to myself while weaving through crowded streets, ‘I’ve gotta be out of my fucking mind.’ The pride party is still going strong even after the parade’s end, it always does. If anything, even more people take to the streets after the fact. Now that does sort of present a problem — every bar I’m coming across is packed to the exits with patrons; no room for me even if I just wanted to hover at the edge of the bar and slam back some shots.

So it’s looking like drinks aren’t on the menu for me right this moment. Fortunately for me, people smoking in the streets aren’t in short supply so it’s easy enough for me to cozy up to a circle, puff and pass a few times and stumble away after giving sincere thanks.

Thankfully, when it comes to weed, I’m a lightweight; shambling through the crowds, I’m already feeling the hits.

Time starts moving out of sync as the dizzying high works its way through me, through my limbs. Through yawns and hazing vision, I manage to push onward to a subway station, hop the red line, and as soon as the train doors close, darkness falls.

*****

Sunlight creeps across my face; I swat at it in groggy annoyance but I’m forced to awaken.

‘Ouuuch,’ I lazily think, ‘did I sleep weird? All of me aches.’

Sliding out of bed, I grab a pair of jeans off the floor and shuffle shirtless out into the living room with squinted eyes, shielding my sensitive sight from the pervasive daylight. Teresa, she’s sitting legs crossed on the couch with a bowl of cereal in hand, a spoonful in her mouth as Mulan plays on the television.

In a daze, I mumble out “mmm hey beautiful” while scratching at my chest.

Plucking the spoon from her mouth with her eyebrows quirked, she smirks out “You. Were. Soooo fucked up last night. How in the hell did you even get home?”

My blank stare, unsure myself, clues her in that I don’t have that answer.

“I mean, you nearly fell on your face coming through the door,” she smiles out, but there is a note of worry in her eyes, “and all you were saying when you came in was…”

Putting up my best poker face even as my heart seizes, my thoughts race ‘shitshitshitshit what the fuck did I say?!! Oh shit!! OH SHIT!’

Putting on her best impersonation of me, she growls “pffff. Phone dead. Ehhhhrrr” while pantomiming holding a phone in her empty hand, thumbing at the air. “That was you…and I gotta say, you had me worried. Then I smelled the weed on you…”

Rubbing at my eyes, I grumble out “Damn. I’m so fucking sorry — I smoked way too much yesterday” and plop down on the couch beside her, just distanced enough to not cause her bowl to spill.

“It’s fiiiiine. Besides, I know how you can pay me back…” she winks mischievously, “go brush your teeth first.”

Oh, I know where this is going.

And I cannot wait.

I leap from the couch and hurry to the bathroom, performing the task required of me with haste and washing my face up. Jaw wide, scrubbing at my tongue, I look to the mirror — for a split second, the me in the reflection has his open mouth enveloping a HIS cock, gagging on its thickness with slobber glistening down my chin.

Blink.

It’s gone.

‘Fuck,’ I breath sharply at the thought, ‘not now. Go away.’

Tearing my eyes from the mirror, the reflection normal again, I rinse, gargle, spit, and dash back to the living room for Teresa. And oh, what a gift she is. While she’s kept her white, loose t-shirt on and kept her perky small breasts hidden, her pajama bottoms have been tossed to the floor, her slate grey cotton panties around one ankle. Refusing to look away from Mulan as she faces off against the Huns, Teresa beckons me with a finger and points to the floor in front of the couch.

“But of course,” I eagerly drawl out and take my place between her legs; grabbing at the sides of my head, she locks my face against her tender lips. Her trimmed pubic hair brushes and tickles at my nose as I wet her with the tip of my tongue. A heated exhale against her most sensitive spot and I feel her inner thighs quiver against me as her legs enclose around my head. Using my tongue to part her, I already taste her familiar sweetness on my tastebuds, that and I taste her sweat.

Pungent, but it’s her, it’s delicious.

She hasn’t izmir escort showered yet, she never did after getting home yesterday — she’s still wearing the sweat she danced out. But while she should be grungy, I just lap her up, licking and toying. Even muffled by her thighs tight against my ears, I hear her shallow gasps, and at that, I pick up the tempo — I hone in on her swollen clit and flick my tongue tip. Pressing up against my mouth, her legs a vice around my head as they shudder, she grinds herself roughly against my face, forcing my tongue deeper and harder into her; my erection scrapes against the inside of my jeans but I’m not slowing down.

Never, not with her.

Straining my eyes, I look up past my brow to watch her face, to study her ecstasy. Lids fluttering, eyes rolling back, she’s not focused on Mulan anymore.

She can’t focus.

My lips and chin are growing ever more slick with her with my tongue rolling against her trigger; waves of pleasure crashing, she’s latched onto my head so tight I’m sure I’ll crack open like an egg. Grating aside, I feel a dampness against my leg — Pre-cum oozes from my tip, a wetspot forms in my jeans.

But it’s all so wonderful. If she could handle it, I’d eat her out all god damn day but that’s pushing it — that’d be akin to touching raw nerve endings to an electric fence set to pulse.

I feel her grip on me slacking, the pressure on my skull receding. Peeling my sopping face from betwixt her legs, I breathe for precious oxygen as her radiant face beams down at me. Biting her lip, she brushes her fingernails against my temple, rakes them gently down my cheek and holding my chin, she draws me up to meet her. A tender kiss, still lingering with heated passion, she sucks at her own juices on my lips and hums into my mouth. Parting slowly, she lets slip a bashful smile and whispers out “I uh..gave you some rugburn,” referring to my nose and bare skin around my beard.

Still catching my breath, I reply “worth it.”

“And, hehe, your beard — your beard is soaked,” she giggles, her breathy laughter jiggling her meager breasts against her shirt fabric.

Joking, I ask “paid back?” before planting several kisses up her exposed inner thigh, threatening, teasing to dive back in. She plants her palm against my forehead and with a devious grin, she sighs out “Oh no, no more of that for you. Three orgasms was enough, thank you very much. What you CAN do now is keep me in you beard for the rest of the day, a uh..a reminder of what you’re missing out on when you fail to come home.”

“My scent is on you, babe,” she adds, “breathe in the wonder that is me.”

Stifling a rolling laugh, I breathe out “You are ab-so-lutely perverse — I love it. I love you.”

“And donchu forget it,” she sasses. Then tapping at my scalp, she switches gears, saying “alright, hop up. I’ve gotta get dressed — got a tea date with Liz at noon.”

“What earth shattering developments are going on in your sister’s life?,” I sarcastically ask — Liz only ever seeks out Teresa if everything is going wrong. But that’s family.

“I honestly couldn’t understand half of what she was going on about during her call.” Heading around the island countertop and into the kitchen, she pours herself a shot of courage and raising it high, quips “here’s hoping it won’t be redundant.” With that, she downs the whiskey.

Knowing Liz, it will absolutely be a repeat of whatever she was dealing with last time. She has a tendency of slipping into old habits and letting the same problems, typically of a work nature, repeat themselves. I feel for her, I like Liz, but it’s hard to help someone who doesn’t actually try change.

But that’s neither here nor there. That’s Teresa’s task today; mine, mine is to bask in Teresa’s essence.

*****

I ended up lazing about after T headed out — I just sat around watching the tail end of Mulan. But as the sequel started up, I found myself zoning out. Long since dried and crusting over in my beard, her essence keeps wafting up my nostrils and I feel my blood quickening.

What a high, what a rush.

‘God she’s delicious,’ I ruminate on my girlfriend’s taste, on how spectacular it feels when she rides my face like I’m a mechanical bull. Her scent, intoxicating. Even caked in sweat, she smelled and tasted wonderful. It isn’t long till I feel a familiar stirring in my pants, a scraping of my cock head against that now-dry cum stain.

So I do what any sensible man would do — I whip off my pants and plop back down on the couch, lazily stroking myself as I reminisce about this morning.

“Mmmm,” I moan, breathing deep of her scent, “mmm… Oh yes…”

Biting my lower lip, I close my eyes as I imagine her rocking and grinding on me, using my tongue as a proxy dildo. I run my fingers up and down my shaft, and still breathing deep of her, I take to rolling my balls in my other hand, my right hand.

“Oh god, ooo-hehh, oh your sweet… ohh,” I moan out more loudly, finding mersin escort my rhythm.

‘Your.’

‘Your pussy.’

“Ahhhh-ahh uhhh.”

But something curious occurs; as I play with myself, the fingers of my right hand trail further and further down, grazing my taint. As they do, as I stroke with my left, unknowingly, I keep readjusting myself on the couch until my fingertips are circling the rim of my asshole.

“Huh…huh, oh! Mmmm,” I huff out. A hand on my swelling cock, my other takes to sliding a single digit inside. It slips in with ease, no pain, no fuss. Still stroking, and moaning “oh-hahh…ahhh Teres—sah,” I slide another finger inside. Two now, they softly plunge back and forth, in and out.

Then a third. I’m hard as a rock, my cock is painfully stiff, its head blushing deeply as I rock back and forth on my own fingers.

Eyes still closed, I unconsciously wedge my pinky in. It’s a tight fit, I feel the inner walls clenching down but it’s all still so slick, like a thick jelly coats my insides.

“Wet.”

Daydreaming about T’s sweet spot, another vision sunders the first, forces it to share the spotlight, forcing itself in — a thick uncircumcised 9 inch cock dances before my mind’s eye as it wedges itself into my tight, willling…

‘Pussy.’

It’s then my eyes fire open — four fingers deep, my stroking hand isn’t even on my cock anymore, it’s pulling back my asscheek to allow for better leverage. I’ve been fingerfucking myself for the last half hour, toying with my asshole using the remnant loads HE blew inside me —a small pool of cum has dripped its way from tip down my shaft and come to rest on my stomach. And I did this all the while imagining pussy.

But which pussy?

‘Her’s for sure…’ I ponder gravely, ‘but also…”

It’s a struggle to even think the words he convinced me of yesterday.

‘…my..my’

My cock twitches as I inadvertently press against my prostate; more cum dribbles from my tip.

‘My…my-ahhh pussy.’

“My pussy. Mine,” I huff out, getting back into it. Rocking along on my fingers, my hole yawning wide to better accept them, I fuck myself hard. I fuck myself… in my pussy, imagining all the ways that HE plowed me, the way he was intimate with my insides, and the way it affected me. And every time that daydream cock of his swells in my imagination, every time it’s fit to blowing a mighty load, Teresa’s intoxicating aroma conjures the image of her riding my face all over again.

Her. Him. Me drinking in her pussy. Him pummeling mine.

My body quakes and quivers as my balls tighten, my legs spasm, and I fingerfuck myself to the brink.

HER lightly furry lips. HIS shaved smooth member.

“What is wrong with me?,” I ask the ceiling — withdrawing my fingers, I reject the orgasm. I welcome the imminent blue balls.

As much as I’m in absolute love with her parted lips, as much as I love plunging my own cock deep inside her and feeling her writhe in ecstasy against me, on me, the images of HIM plunging into me won’t leave me be.

HIM grabbing me in public.

HIM reaming my ass as Teresa danced just a scant few yards away.

HIM folding me in half and fucking me till I detonated.

HIM demanding I ignore her texts…

HIM.

I just lie there on the couch, stewing in my own semen and sordid thoughts, trying to imagine now any scenario where my pussy doesn’t crave HIM.

*****

The remainder of the weekend was fairly uneventful — since my odd masturbation session that afternoon, I haven’t touched myself since. I’ve just tried to keep my mind off sex in general. And sleeping next to Teresa, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, feeling her lithe frame against me, feeling her as she squirms into me to play the little spoon, it was insanely difficult to ward off the sexual thoughts — I didn’t want to risk HIM entering my dreams, risk him arousing me.

Fortunately, this day, work has been fairly busy, enough so to keep my mind off everything outside the tasks at hand.

Data entry sucks but the mind-numbing drudgery of it is a rewarding feature right now.

It isn’t until the early afternoon that I hit a lull, and left with free time, I take to browsing the internet on my phone. As I reload reddit for the enth time, my phone buzzes. Tapping back to the home screen, I see no new texts so I check my emails.

Nothing new in the last 23 minutes.

‘..so why did you buzz?,’ I internally question my phone.

It wouldn’t be Facebook, Twitter, or LinkedIn — there are zero notifications for those apps.

‘So what was…?’ I ask before realizing I’ve got my old gmail linked app loaded back on my phone, hidden in a folder of bullshit apps I never use but can’t delete.

No notifications for it either but I turned this one’s off intentionally.

Tentatively, I tap at the app and hold my breath as it boots up my old account.

At first, the latest email I see is from sakarya escort months ago — just some spam — I let out an easy breath, a sigh of relief.

But that’s not the end of it, not by a long shot — the app catches up with itself, syncing with its server and suddenly hundreds of junk emails come pouring in, flooding the inbox. I’m almost about to just tap out of the damn thing but a lone email catches my eye.

2 down from the top, it’s an email with the subject heading “it’s time.”

I don’t recognize the sender but something about it calls out to me.

*tap*

Up pops that email, its body reading “So I’ve given you a couple days to wrap your head around things — that’s ample time for you to realize what you need…”

“…And who you belong to.”

Cold dread clutches at my chest and excited arousal awakens my nether region.

The remainder reads “You know where I live — I expect to see you here within the hour.”

It isn’t signed, per our initial agreement — no names.

Teeth clattering with nervous energy, that same shaking radiates through my body. I feel cold, anxious, wary; I close out the app and sleep-mode my phone. I try to force myself back to work, try to convince myself that there isn’t a lull. But after 15 agonizing minutes of clicking refresh on the work email, with nothing coming in, I lean back in my chair and take to staring at the wall mounted clock…

1:22 pm.

‘Could cut out early, take a half…the fuck are you thinking? You’re not going over to HIS house! You’re staying here, working till 6, going home…’

‘…it’s only a short walk from here, wouldn’t take…NO!’

‘Go home and take your place between HER legs. Go home and…’

Unfortunately, my nervous arousal beats out my fear. Uncertain what the the hell I’m doing, I grab my pack, slide a work laptop inside, and head for the door. As I’m leaving, I pass my boss and say “hey, it’s dead here — cool if I head home and work from there if stuff picks up?”

She just kind of shrugs and hums out “ehhh, why not? Not much going on right now.” With that, she spins back to her screen and gives me the over the shoulder wave.

‘Oh god.. why didn’t she stop me?! Why..oh what am I doing? Whatamidoingwhatamidoingwhatamidoing?!’ are the only words that seem to manifest in my head the entire walk. It’s a blur, my directions; down backstreets and doubling around blocks, ensuring know one could be following, all the same trying to persuade myself to just turn around, internally yelling nonstop ‘WHATAREYOUDOING?!’

It isn’t until I’m standing outside that familiar door, staring at the building intercom, that my thoughts go silent. “Turn back. Just leave. Go home,” I mumble frantically to myself but it’s too late — I’ve dragged my hand across all the buttons — someone will buzz me in.

A moment of silence.

The door latch buzzes, a shot fired, I’m quick to grab the handle and slide inside. Up the stairs, first door on the right. Standing before his door — the final threshold before this is real, I still can turn around, I can still leave…

HIS door is closed, certainly, but from the gap between the frame and door itself, I can tell that it isn’t closed all the way — it’s positioned ever so carefully as to give the illusion it’s as it should be.

…and my damn nervous energy spurs me forward.

Sliding through the door and quietly shutting it behind me, I’m exactly where I didn’t want to be, exactly where I’ve been avoiding even thinking of for the past 48 hours. But all that cold electricity, whatever it is, it melts as I look up and across the apartment. There HE is, fully nude, sitting on the couch with his legs spread, his hefty flaccid piece hanging over the edge of the seat cushion.

He’s just smirking, that same knowing smirk he wore during the parade.

Before anything else can happen, I spit out “it’s done. We’re not doing this anymore.”

Cool, in control, he calmly explains “you will head into the bathroom and freshen up.”

“I’m going home,” I say, not quite as convincing as I was a moment ago.

Not breaking eye contact, ignoring me, he continues “You will leave your clothes on the floor, you will turn your phone off, and you will return to me. You WILL receive your next order then.”

Admittedly, my cock stirs and my legs tremble; I look to the doorknob but I know I’ve already lost the moment I take a step towards his bathroom. He just watches me as I do; he knows he’s winning thus far.

In the bathroom, I strip awkwardly, like my limbs aren’t mine to control — my movement is disjointed, shaky. Once nude, I find a douche he’s set aside specifically for me, a big black rubber one…

*****

“Every bit as beautiful as I remember,” he smiles out as I exit the bathroom. With a quirk of his eyebrows, he urges me to pick up the pace.

And I do.

Standing, my naked form on display for HIM, he makes a twirling finger gesture and quietly commands “turn around.” And I do just that; my bare backside revealed to him, he whispers “but you know how to be even more beautiful?”

I twitch as a shudder rolls through me, I gulp and reply “with…your cock inside me…” in shameful arousal.

“Inside what, specifically?” He calmly demands. He never raises his voice, but the tone, it carries the weight of his words.

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Keri, Ashley, and Gina were excited. The day had finally come when the first set of weekly campers would arrive. But that’s not what had the girls in a fit of giggles as they headed for the showers. Tonight they would return to the woods and meet up with Nick, Mike, and Dan. The girls could not wait.

On Sundays, the full summer campers had no scheduled activities, and could therefore sleep in and just hang out all day. The girls were the last to get up on that particular Sunday, and they hit the showers. Ashley really enjoyed the communal showers in the cabin. She was pretty sure she was straight, but it still turned her on seeing other girls in the nude. Just as she started to appreciate the beauty of her two best friends, their counselor, Julia walked in.

“Hey girls!”

“What happened to you?” Gina asked. Julia was very muddy, and her hair was soaking wet. “You guys know Colin, the counselor from Lenape?” The girls giggled, they had figured something was going on between the two counselors. “I’ll take that as a yes. Well, he threw me into the lake, so I came back here to get cleaned up.” With that, Julia stripped and joined the girls in the shower. After rinsing the mud off, Julia grabbed her razor and lathered her pubic area with shaving cream. Ashley couldn’t help but stare as her counselor shaved every last hair from her mound.

“Do guys really like that?” the short redhead blurted out. Julia laughed, “Yeah, they mersin escort pretty much do. I kinda like it myself, it feels really nice. You should try it.”

Unsure, Ashley replied, “Oh, I don’t know if I could. I always cut myself shaving, I just get so slippery in the shower. I don’t think I could trust myself to do it without messing up.”

Julia thought for a moment. She looked at Ashley’s pretty face and lowered her gaze to her very large breasts and finally her bright red bush. Julia remembered last week when she noticed Ashley pleasuring herself while staring at her, and Julia knew exactly what she wanted to do. “I’ll do it for you the first time, so you can get a feel for it. Sound good?” Ashley smiled and nodded. Julia took Ashley’s razor and kneeled in front of her. “Okay, spread your legs for me.”

Keri and Gina had stopped soaping and lathering to watch. Ashley parted her legs, and was obviously breathing heavy as her D-cup tits rose and fell deeply with each breath, and her nipples stood rigid. Julia coated her hands with shaving cream, and began rubbing her hands all over Ashley’s pubic region, casually letting a finger slide up the redheaded virgin’s slit a few times. Finally she took the razor and began scraping away the curly red her from Ashley’s pussy. When most of the hair was gone, Julia deliberately ran her fingertip up through the virgin camper’s moist slit. kocaeli escort “Do you want me to do the rest?”

“Yes, please don’t stop,” came the reply. With the pretense of protecting her camper’s sexual organs, Julia laid her index finger across Ashley’s slit, covering it and conveniently placing her fingertip on Ashley’s clit. Ashley moaned and squeezed her own tits as she felt Julia’s finger brush her love button. Keri and Gina stared unblinkingly. Keri began to rub her pussy as Gina began caressing her puffy pink nipples. Julia had finished shaving her camper’s mound, but continued to rub the newly hairless twat, pretending to wipe away straggling hairs. Ashley called out “Oh shit!” and came on her counselor’s hand. Before the spunky short girl could be embarrassed, Keri had spread her legs and said to Julia, “Do me next!”

*****

It only took Nick, Mike, and Dan two days to realize their luck. All cabins were designed the same, bunks in front, bathrooms in back. The bathrooms had screens for the last three feet of the wall before the ceiling. It was Mike who discovered the mother lode for the three horny teenage boys. Arapaho cabin backed up against the woods, and there was a rather sharp incline immediately behind the cabin. If they laid at the top of this hill, they could stare straight into the girls’ showers while being concealed by the leaves of trees at the edge of the samsun escort forest! They had decided to test out their new spot today, and were just given the show of a life time!

Just as Julia began rubbing the shaving cream between Keri’s legs, Nick couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh fuck this is so hot,” shoving his hand into his pants and pulling out his six inch rod. Dan and Mike watched their buddy begin to stroke his manhood, amazed that it didn’t take away from the scene below, but added to their horniness! Mike glanced back and saw Gina rubbing her pussy in the shower. He and Dan both moaned when Ashley reached out and began massaging her friend’s little titties. Dan and Mike glanced at each other, and both pulled out their dicks and began stroking. Dan cupped his balls with one hand as he rubbed his average sized penis with the other. Mike got up to his knees while his friends had rolled over to their backs. He took both hands and began fucking his eight inch cock into the hole they formed. As the girls cries and moans signaled their orgasms, all three boys fucked themselves harder, and the sounds of slapping flesh interrupted the silence of the forest. Nick came first, and shot his load in an arc, hitting Mike’s stomach and cock, the pearly white semen contrasting against Mike’s brown skin. Mike grunted and erupted and his cum splurted onto Mike’s chest and Dan’s balls. Dan felt his testicles tighten as the warm liquid coated them from the outside, and he quickly began shooting his cum straight into the air, most of it landing squarely back on it’s source. Exhausted, the three guys tried to collect themselves in the forest before heading back towards their cabin to clean up.

None of the six teenagers could wait for their next forest meeting.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, we are closing the cabin door. Please place your belongings in the overhead compartment or under the seat in front of you….”

I didn’t hear anymore. I was sitting in First Class, courtesy of the studio I was consulting for on a film with a lot of pleasure boating in it, actually it was pleasure boat exploding – a drug flick. Somebody from the manufacturer I had done some pretty successful consulting for had recommended me when the film’s Producer had called looking for an advisor. I owed my client for that one. This had been terrific duty, despite the long hours and exhaustion. I had learned a lot, met some actors, some plastic and some genuine people, and added some terrific connections to my address book, and some unique experience and references to my resume. Life could be good. If I’d gotten laid, it would have been even better, that is if could have stayed awake long enough to cum.

“Sir!”

The touch on my left arm could not have been from the flight attendant. I was in the left aisle seat. It had to be the woman with the nice tits beside me. Hmm, I hadn’t consciously observed them. Okay, I’ll come back to earth for her. “Sorry?”

“I think you need to stow that bag.” She said, looking at the Targus leather computer bag at my feet. We were sitting in the first row. Actually, though I didn’t tell her so, I was thinking of switching seats. Of the four pairs of First Class seats on the plane, one pair was unoccupied – a great place for me to sleep through the trip. And I was sure the woman wouldn’t mind, getting her own pair seats as a result.

I looked at my bag, then up at the wall before me, and rose to put the damn thing in the overhead. Rules, always with the rules.

“Please, let me help you,” this voice was different, and from my right. The flight attendant insisted on taking the bag from me and putting it gently into the overhead rack above. The big smile, with just a twitch of one eye told me something more was meant by her civility. I smiled back and thanked her. As usual, I felt the increasing cabin pressure as the plane ramped it up to a constant equaling eight thousand feet for the flight.

As I turned to sit down again, I took pains to eyeball the two other couples in First – one about the same age as me and “old” compared to the younger couple, probably in their early twenties. They all seemed to be quite comfortable in their skin as well as their seats, so I assumed they were frequent First Class travelers. When I looked back to my seat, I couldn’t help but notice my seatmate staring up at me. I smiled at her too. This was becoming a very happy flight.

“Thanks,” I said to her, hoping to start a conversation.

“You’re welcome,” She responded, not wanting one to stop.

This was too good to be true. She appeared to be slightly younger than my 38 years, but well maintained. I guessed the wife of a wealthy Hollywood type, off on a junket to New York. “You sit here often?”

The line was so corny, she chuckled and said, “Not usually with such good company. Hi. I’m Valerie.” She held out her right hand, face up.

I clasped it in my left hand and said, “Mitch.” In the millisecond my muscles began to retract the appendage, I felt her wrap her fingers around three of mine, as many as she grab before they were gone, and grip me tight enough to let me know I was not to pull away.

“I hope you don’t mind, Mitch,” She said, smiling coyly. “Would you let me hold you, until we are safely in the air?”

With the surprise of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only to be told to take all he wants, I froze my arm in place, took a moment to turn my head and look into her eyes and managed to say, “Not at all.” I couldn’t leave it at that though, “It’s the least I can do.”

She smiled, apparently relieved, and sat back luxuriously in the wide, stuffed leather seat, closing her eyes and smiling broadly at the insides of her eyelids. I couldn’t look away that easy. I studied her face, the high cheek bones of an actress, wide gently curved eye formation, a nose that lifted slightly at the tip, lush but not overly plump lips, and a chin proud but not prominent. Her neck was partially obscured in her long, wavy dark hair.

She had prominent shoulders that justified and proportionately supported her accentuated chest. Damn she looked hot with those meaty breasts pushing out and up. The cashmere sweater only accentuated their shape and deserved a medal from me for doing so. I thanked it silently and day dreamed of slipping my hands up underneath it.

She wore a skirt of somewhat similar material, slightly darker to set off her curvy hips and beckoning thighs. The mardin escort hem rode several inches above her stocking clad knees. I couldn’t see much further.

When I looked back to her face, I found her right eye open slightly and the pupil pointing directly at me – busted. I quickly looked at my knees and rubbed them, realizing as I did that my pants were tenting.

She said nothing for several seconds, and I dared not look at her again until she did.

Yeah, right. Like I have that much will power. I turned to face her and apologize, but she was staring at the bulge in my pants. No mistake about it, she was breathing deeply.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. This is Captain Richard Lassiter, and I want to brief you….”

I didn’t hear a word of it. The woman was behaving badly. I mean she was fucking horny kind of bad! She gripped my fingers tightly and said, “I don’t think I ever looked forward to one of these late flights like I do this one.” Her eyes came up and met mine and she licked her lips, slowly.

The world was on edge. History was in the making. I was going to score on a flight across the country, join the seven mile high club, and for once I won’t even try to sleep on the redeye. Scratch the empty seats. Life was good right here.

On our way to thirty-seven thousand feet, and orange and a tomato juices later, she still held my fingers in hers. What blew my mind however, was her slow but deliberate extensions, pulling my fingers forward, then pulling them back, as if she were jerking them off. I didn’t dare wish for a similar action on my cock, and yet it was clear that was exactly the thought she wanted running through my head. I squirmed again in my seat.

“Would you excuse me a moment?” She said suddenly, letting go of my hand, and pressing down on my cock for balance, and rising from her seat.

I said, “Sure,” and began to rise to let her out.

“No, no,” She said, “I can get by.” She did, but slowly, and pulling her hand off my crotch only when she had to. Her move was so bold I felt both thrilled and nervous. I looked across the aisle at the twenties couple and both were looking right at me, she by the window leaning forward with no effort to hide her staring. They smiled.

I smiled back and turned toward my center console as if to look for something, wondering how long they would stare. My dick however had mind of its own. That glorious woman was in the forward head, probably doing something related to seducing me, hopefully, and I was going to have to deal with the idea of overt sexual activity right there in my First Class seat. Movement caught my left eye.

Oh great! The other couple behind me, who I could see through the narrow slit between mine and the mystery woman’s seat backs, were making out. We hadn’t had dinner yet. The lights were all still on. One couple was making out, another, us, was playing footsie, and the third, the youngun’s in the right seats, were getting an education. This was going to be one highly unusual flight.

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Valerie had indeed freshened up, not that she’d needed it. She looked ready for whatever social event she was likely to attend in any city in the world. It was then that I noticed the rock on her left ring finger. Hell, it was the size of a marble. I held my ground this time as she stepped by me, both hands on my shoulders presumably for support. She did manage however to force me to spread my knees apart so she could pass one at a time.

She smelled terrific. There was musk, and sweetness at the same time. This woman knew how to get her man. She smiled that wide grin again, the kind of look actresses had to have to please the camera. Her hair was perfect, fluffed yet every strand in place, including the small gathering that curved forward to cover her right eye.

“Good evening again,” The voice came from some other world. “Tonight we are serving your choice of filet mignon, Chilean Seabass (she pronounced it chil-A-en), and Cordon Bleu….”

I didn’t hear the rest. I’d given up and just starred at Valerie. I was in lust with another man’s wife. She was perfect. Perfect body, perfect beautiful face, perfect hair, perfect manners, and a damned sight better than perfect sexuality. She could have told me to jump off the plane and the only question I would have asked was, “Will you be there when I land?”

She said something, what was it? Oh, yes. “The fish, thank you.”

Fortunately, the attendant saw my muddled state and asked, “And for you sir? The beef?”

That was all I needed to hear. “By all means.” She took wine orders and moved on to the youngun’s across the aisle.

Valerie looked at me and said, “I don’t mind you know.”

“Mind?” I asked.

“Your staring,” She said.

That hit me like a fist. “Damn, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” I couldn’t explain it, at least didn’t want to take a chance on fucking up a promising van escort flight.

She said, “That’s okay. I seem to have that effect on men. She lifted her left hand and showed off her ring. “It has served me well.”

I loved the candor of this dreamboat of a woman, so much so I was still speechless.

“I have a surprise for you,” She said. She also looked around the cabin, as if to ensure no one could hear us.

But it wasn’t sound she was conscious of – it was sight. She picked up my left hand by those same three fingers, pulled her skirt up with her left hand, and placed my fingers directly on her melting snatch.

“Wow!” My mind shouted. “Ughhh…” my mouth gasped, and slipping and sloshing around in her absolutely sopping pussy is what my fingers did. We’d just climbed to 100,000 feet. We’d just reach Mach 10. My rocket just took off. It bounced up against my pants like a tent pole raised by elephants. It would never come down. I surely had died and gone to heaven. My temperature was rising so fast I nearly missed the approach of the attendant with our wine.

She helped both of us bring out our tables, while smirking knowingly at our clumsy recovery. In one of my many head movements back and forth to look like I was busy doing something, and not self-conscious, I saw Val wink at the attendant. What is it with women? They always seem to know something we men don’t.

I didn’t dare make eye contact with Valerie, not knowing whether I’d either crack up laughing or shrug in embarrassment. But the scent on my finger as I took my first sip of wine could not be ignored. The woman was hot. She oozed sex. I could have jumped her bones then and there and given her the fucking of her life, and something told me she wouldn’t complain a bit.

But another scent wafted up too, and I’m not talking about wine. There was sex nearby, and I knew where it was. Then the people behind us were grunting. Obviously, they had declined the drink service in favor of extra curricular activity. I couldn’t resist turning to see, when I bumped into Val’s head bent on the same mission. We pulled back laughing silently, while she twisted herself further in her seat to finally pull her right knee up enough to expose her naked pussy to my gaze. I had to drag my sight off her just long enough however, to see the action behind. I let Val look low, and I looked from above her head.

I looked back through the crack and was amazed to see the woman sitting where the man had been, next to the window. Wait, she was sitting on the man!. And her dress was up around her waist, panties crotch pulled aside, and I could just see his shaft and balls, at least that part which was not buried in her pussy. The woman looked right at Val and smiled while she didn’t miss a beat, or a plunge. Just what the hell is it with women!

The twist in my back forced me to relax back into my seat, but Valerie didn’t move, at least not in that direction. While she continued to watch our seat mates to the rear, she used her left hand to raise mine and slip it under her cashmere sweater, up to her right breast, and let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted me mauling the thing.

To a voyeur like the flight attendant who frequently looked around her corner at us, one could scarcely see my arm slinking up to my left. But the sensations shooting back to my mind from every sensor in my hand, left no doubt as to what I was up to. I wrapped my fingers around as much flesh as I could envelope and it was definitely all hers – no plastic here. The soft yet firm flesh seemed to tingle under my touch, a sensation echoed by the soft cooing of Val as I worked.

I pulled the nipple between my first and second finger and manipulated it between them while the rest of my hand worked her flesh. I was having as much fun as Val was, and apparently the attendant was too. The more this went on, the more I lost my concern about being watched. In fact, I started to like it. I found myself performing for her as she reacted.

A shadow passed between us. It was a male attendant from the Coach section, and he was signaled by our gal to join her. For a moment, I hesitated, but she looked disappointed, but smiled when I resumed my ministrations. She pulled the hand of her associate up under her shirt and indicated to him to follow my lead.

He did, with no hesitation. When his and my eyes met, there passed an entire conversation. “These women were hot, horny, desperate for some risky business.” We met the challenge gladly. He nodded almost imperceptibly back at me.

As I brought my gaze back to my immediate area, I couldn’t help but notice that the young couple across from us was doing exactly the same thing! After a moment of shock, I thought to look back between the seats and sure enough, the couple behind began to mimic our action. We were now four couples sitting or standing in First Class, on a transcontinental flight to New York from ankara escort Los Angeles, and in for a short night of long action. And there appeared to be no holds barred. After all, the flight attendants were in control of the plane, weren’t they?

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The food nearly didn’t come, as didn’t all of us, yet, but the flight attendant broke up the party a few minutes later to deliver our meals. There were big smiles all around, introductions and some story telling like it was old home week at thirty-seven thousand feet. The whole thing was surreal to me. And yet, every time I looked at Val, the look she gave me back was one of “Just wait until you see what I’ve got in mind for you!”

I couldn’t wolf my food down fast enough.

When the dinnerware was finally cleared, the tables restored to their stored positions, Genie, the flight attendant, dimmed the lights, but I noticed did not turn them out as is usually the practice. Brad, the male attendant, came forward again through the tightly closed curtain, and joined Genie in the work area outside the bathroom. They both looked back at me.

I turned to avoid their gaze for a moment and found myself looking dumbly at Marie and Tony in the right seats. They too were staring at me. I turned mechanically and sure enough, like dogs waiting at the bowl to be fed, Patty and Will were seated behind us, looking at me for the next move. The pressure was immense.

I don’t know if I can describe the feelings that went through my system, but I’ll try. I wanted that woman in the seat next to me, badly, but I had an audience. I was self-conscious, all powerful, an actor in a porn movie, and a voyeur, not to mention taking a huge risk that someone in Coach class would come forward looking for an empty john. Little did I know at the time that Genie had turned on the “Out of Order” sign over the entrance to the First Class section.

The whole package overwhelmed me and I turned to look at Val, who was grinning, sitting almost sideways in her seat, her right knee up so high it rested against the seat back. This brought her skirt up to her waist, completely exposing her pussy, which seemed to be as eager and smiling at me as broadly as her face was.

I took one last look around to see that everyone was still watching, and saw that the women had already assumed as close a similar pose as they could. Ready, I slipped one hand down on Val’s mound.

For several minutes, I simply massaged the entire area, paying particular attention to ensuring I was constantly applying moving pressure to her clitoris, usually with the heel of the palm of my hand. The power I was wielding over her, evidenced by her uninhibited moaning, stirring and gasping, could not be ignored. There were times that I could close my eyes and visualize what the scene looked like, four couples all doing the same thing. People who’d never met before and were suddenly naked playing with each other’s genitals in an extremely public place. At least, that’s the image I had, given what I’d seen of the rest of my ship mates so far. Finally, I could bear the suspense no longer and I looked around to see if that was the case.

The attendants were standing, Genie’s closest leg propped up on a cubby in the work area bulkhead, her skirt completely up around her waist, with Brad down on his knees to accommodate performing my actions on her. Genie’s eyes were intermittently rolling back in her head, then looking back at us for guidance. My cock pulsed strongly. Where had this all started? Why were they all following me?

The younin’s were at it as well. Tony had Marie propped up on their center console for better access, but his action was patently following mine. They smiled at me.

Patty and Will behind us were mimicking our action exactly. Patty’s pussy was wide open, and Will’s hand was smothering it one moment, then pulling away the next, until Patty pulled a few of her vaginal muscles enough to trigger her man’s resumption of duty. He was teasing her. She didn’t seem to mind.

The whole scene was as surreal as ever, and yet so uninhibited and full of risk I shuddered in delight and rotated my hand a hundred and eighty degrees to allow first one, and then another finger to enter Val’s slit while maintaining palm pressure on her clit. She winced with pleasure and pulled my head down to her tits. So much for watching everyone else.

I was blown away again by how wet she was. There was no doubt her expensive cashmere skirt was getting wet underneath. My fingers slid in and out so easily I couldn’t help but visualize what it was going to feel like to get my cock in that hole.

What was I thinking! We’re on an airplane seven miles above the earth! There’s a hundred or more people behind us. There’s nothing between them and us but a flimsy curtain. Hell, they could probably smell the sex wafting back through to them.

While I guiltily continued to wallow in this aromatic escapade of sexual exploration, I found my other hand manipulating her other breast. I don’t know how or when it got there, but I must have trained it well for it was echoing my earlier action on her other side. Val was lying back against the seat and window with her head back and mouth open. She was already in heaven. I smiled at my work.

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Finally

I bolted awake Saturday morning, instantly knowing what I had to do. It was like Christmas morning when I was a kid, with endless potential dancing in the air and anything was possible. But it was on me now to make it happen. Rolling out of bed, I looked out the window and paused, seeing the light dusting of white over the campus grounds. Sure, it wasn’t much but snow before Thanksgiving? Ugh. Didn’t matter too much, as all the action was going down in here.

Putting on some music, I started cleaning. Up before eight on a weekend, what a time to be alive. I started by tearing my closet apart, tossing things into piles and actually using hangers for the fancier stuff that had been brought along for reasons lost to time.

Cramming the interesting things into the dirty clothes hamper, I carried it out to the kitchen laundry room combo. Dumping it into the washer, I got the soap in and started it, only noticing Donna passed out on the couch after it started making a racket. Oops. Why she never slept in her room I have no idea but I didn’t have time to worry about that right now.

Walking back to my room, I made my bed for the first time in years, feeling childish but doing it anyway. Now came my dresser, picking through that and making another pile of interest. Checking the washer, it was done and I moved that load to the dryer, stuffing the washer once more. Somehow, Donna was sleeping through it. Good for her.

That done, I vacuumed for the first time since moving it. I should have done it sooner but hey, better late than never! That done, I checked my the make up supplies and found I had enough, as eyeliner was usually enough for me.

Second load in the washer was done and the dryer was close enough so I got it moved over, taking the toasty laundry and dumping it on my bed. Now I could shower and shave, enjoying the humid heat in the midst of winter. After I got out and dried my hair, I saw a message from Jamie waiting for me.

“You up?” I smirked, having been cleaning for two hours now. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Sure, what’s up?” I waited in the muggy fogscape for an answer and silently cackled when the answer came.

“When do you want to hang out?” Slipping into a pair of shorts and a ratty old shirt, I left my little sanctuary and crossed into my room.

“Soon as I get dressed, too cold to be topless.” I dressed for the day in a clingy purple shirt with the usual tight jeans, adding eyeliner and eye shadow, lipstick and foundation. Brushing my hair out, it still needed a trim, I checked on the dryer and found Donna blearly looking in the fridge as if food was hiding away, just waiting to be discovered.

“Your boy toy coming over?” She had clearly noticed I was actually trying today.

“Don’t call Jamie that.” I reached past her for a can of caffeine, cracking it open and taking a drink as Donna shrugged.

“Whatever. I have practice so you two can have fun without bothering me.” With a smug and knowing smile, Donna closed the fridge and wondered back to the couch. She was wrong but not too far off, at least hopefully. Taking the final batch of laundry, I dumped it as well onto the bed and spread it around, a riot of colors waiting for Jamie. Or me if he requested I join him.

Finding my coat, I sent Jamie as message that I was going to warm up my car and be on my way. Outside, the sun was shining but distant, the snow now a hard crust. I was so close now and just had to wait a few minutes! The question was if Jamie wanted to carry on with this or wouldn’t be interested in the spread I had prepared for him. I’d respect that but be disappointed. Still, I was going to press on and see where this went, the roads somewhat clear, with two tracts of black against the white.

The campus on a Saturday before noon was mostly asleep or hung over, the cold keeping those awake inside. I drove carefully, not wanting to derail this day with a wreck. Soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Jamie hurrying towards me. Popping the locks, I tried to still my racing heart as he opened the door and got in, setting a backpack on the floorboard.

I don’t know what I expected after less than a week from when I last saw him but he looked the same. Round face above an over sized coat and jeans. His longer untamed hair was damp, having probably showered as I had. Still did me good to see him, heart getting warmed up for the day.

“It’s fucking cold!” Jamie nearly shouted, palms open to the vents as I got us moving.

“Happens this time of year, every year.” Getting flipped off for my wit, I grinned, glad to have him back. “So I gotta know, what the fuck was that picture about?!” Glancing over at me, Jamie’s crooked grin slowly bloomed over his face.

“Well, either I was fucking with you or we’re going to find out today.” Laughter was lurking on the edges of his voice and this is what I’d missed those dull days.

“I swear I’m going to roll this car off the road if you keep playing coy.” That prompted him to laugh, the sound joyful and full of life.

“Nice yalova escort word choice. How bout we get to your place and figure it out there.” He sounded happy and my hopes that this was going to continue surged back. Within a minute I parked at home, noting Donna’s car was gone. Jamie brought his bag in with him and he went to my room, pausing once inside.

“I see you did laundry.” Closing and locking the door behind me, I stripped off my coat and shoes, watching Jamie do the same as he studied the odds and ends of female clothing.

“So I guess it’s time to figure it out.” Shifting his gaze from my clothes to me, Jamie’s face flooded with crimson. Lost in thought, he took a seat at my computer chair and spoke, gazing off into the distance at only something he could see.

“After last time, I went looking online and read something that stuck with me. It was from a guy had gotten gynecomastia from medication, only it effected everything else too. He said if you are shaped like a woman, ‘have curves’ as he put it, then wearing something that fits them makes sense.” His face was blazing and his voice uneven but he plowed onward. “Here with you, I can do that. And I- I like the bras, how they fit and felt, the way they made me look.” Molten heat flooded into my head and stomach, doing their damnedest to distract me but I still caught what he said next.

“I’d never thought anything like last time was ever going to happen. At least, not like it did.” Struggling against the urge to tackle him out of the chair and try it again, I spoke up.

“That makes two of us.” He looked up, startled, face still burning. “Yeah, I never did that before.” Yet I’d done it like it was the most natural thing in the world and he responded in kind.

“Did- did you like it too?” Asked barely above a whisper, as if he was ashamed, I could stand it no longer. Going to him, Jamie rose and matched my embrace, so many complex emotions expressed through such a simple act.

“Your safe here. Anything you want to do or wear, it’s yours. All you have to do is ask.” I said into his ear, our frantic breathing pushing us together in ways that felt right. Drawing back, Jamie looked up and we joined in a kiss, soft, questioning. There was no demand, no expatiation, just him in my arms, free to do whatever his heart desired.

By the time his soft lips left mine, he rested his forehead on my shoulder and caught his breath, I was eyeing the hoard I had assembled for him.

“Go for it, anything you want. And if it doesn’t fit, well, we’ll figure something out.” Between a scholarship, a small student loan that would inevitably come back to bite me and my job at the gas station, there was a pretty good chance I could pick up what he was after. And if he wanted the good stuff, I’d happily pay that bill to see him in it.

Turning, Jamie left my arms and that was for the best, as if I got my hands on his boobs or butt he wouldn’t be wearing much of anything anymore. Meekly, he approached the buffet and began scouting around. Picking out a pair of jeans, he flushed a deeper red but lay them out before him. Shucking his hoodie off, I saw that he was wearing the same shirt from that night nearly a week ago and the typical black lace decorated bra.

“Do you, uh want to watch?” Still speaking in a small voice that was going to drive me insane, I shook my head, grabbing his hoodie off the floor and pulling it on, flipping the hood over my eyes and sitting in the chair.

“Not yet.” If pressed, I’m not sure I could have given a good answer as to why not, other than the agonizingly slow reveal of Jamie was one of the greatest pleasures I could ever think of. I glanced out when I heard footsteps instead of changing, seeing him over by the closet and peering inside.

“Oh wow, you cleaned too.” What in the thousand names of God was he looking at? Clasping my hands over clenched shut eyes, I sat there, fuses barely recovered from last time starting to blow out. There was no telling what he might decide to wear when I heard his jeans hit the floor, making my brain start to sizzle. More sounds of cloth, me straining to hear hard enough random colors that had no name floated under my eyelids.

“Okay?” Tearing the hood back, I saw him before the mirror, almost in arm’s reach. Jamie had found the push up bra again and a shirt similar to mine with a low neck that showed plenty of cleavage. Instead of his loose and baggy jeans was a pair of mine, not fitting him perfectly but showing far more than his normal garb did.

“It’s hugging my calves.” He lifted a leg and I saw that was indeed the case. “Feels weird.” I giggled at that, still coming to terms that he was in my pants, abet not in the way Donna would think. Turning around, Jamie looked at his butt in the mirror in a very stereotypical manner that nearly sent me into a laughing fit I might not have come back from. Sure, he was weaker in the hip department given that he was a guy but his butt filled out my jeans to a surprising edirne escort degree. His thighs were on display as well and were impressive, well formed and fitting his height. Plus, I couldn’t help but notice there was no bulge in the front where I’d expected one to be.

“Wow.” My poor, struggling brain clicked into gear and deduced that if something was done with his hair and some make up applied, he might very well pass for a girl. And that thought blew out what little function remained in my head.

“Well?” Somehow blushing harder, the dawn actually spreading to his ears, Jamie spread his arms and faced me. “How do I look?”

“Like a girl and hot as fuck.” That fell out of my mouth and I clapped my hands over the stupid word hole before it could do anymore damage.

“Well, that’s kinda the point, isn’t it?” Said with that meek voice, I groaned with need pulsing through my veins, both amazed and confused that this was my life now. “To see if it fits.” All I could give him was a nod, all other systems having failed for the time being. It took an urgent question rising from the swirling chaos for me to find my voice again.

“Are you wearing panties?” That make him bite his lower lip in a way that made my ovaries scream for me to fuck him here and now. Lowering the waist of my jeans, I saw purple nylon I was quite familiar with, as they were mine. Jamie was fully dressed in my clothing from top to bottom: push up bra, v-neck shirt, panties and women’s jeans. “Oh my God I’m gonna fucking die.” Rising the hood once more, I leaned back and hoped to remember how to breathe soon. That idea, so simple and stupid, was making me more excited than some porn I’d seen.

“You okay?” He didn’t sound concerned, which was good, simply asking how I was doing.

“I’m better than okay. Having the time of my life.” Not too far from the truth, at least when it came to personal shit. “Just know if I get up, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” That was the damn truth and I stuffed my hands in the hoodie’s pockets to keep them out of my pants.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I laughed in the darkness made by his hoodie, stopping suddenly when I heard my jeans being removed, Jamie struggling from the sound of it. This fucked up fashion show was the only thing I cared about right now, the rest of the world none of my concern as long as this carried on. So I sat there, listening to Jamie strip and those sounds alone were some of the most erotic I could ever imagine.

“Hey Gen, can I-” His voice was small again, sounding like he was by the closet.

“Yes. Anything in here, yes. And I can’t wait to see what you found.” I heard Jamie walk and then sit on the bed, the familiar sound of him pulling something on slightly different this time. Then I heard a zipper and tried to figure out what that belonged to when another noise cut short that line of thought. While familiar, I couldn’t place it, barely even able to hear the whisper. “Okay, okay…” Jamie muttered, sounding out of breath.

Sitting up, I flipped the hood back and saw Jamie standing there in something I’d forgotten I even owned. Still in the cleavage showing shirt and enhancing bra, he had found a denim mini skirt and stockings that darkened his legs while showing their shape off better. I got up and circled him, seeing this new sight from all angles.

The skirt had very few claims to modesty, showing basically everything except what lay between his legs. From rough estimates provided by my clothes, I judged he had more ass than I did but my hips were wider. From the back Jamie could have easily been mistaken for a girl, with his nicely shaped legs flowing up into a full butt. That I had humped and the memory of doing so brought my blood up to boiling.

“Well? Your too quiet.” Answering him, I banished the fear in his voice by embracing Jamie from behind, as I had done once before. His breath caught as I leaned forward, nibbling on his ear, hands finding his breasts, making good on my threatening promise.

“What do you think I’m going to say?” A light thrust against the rounded mound I could now properly see and appreciate got a moan from Jamie, emboldening me further. “You look like a girl. Isn’t that what you want to hear?” A shiver ran up his back as I started grinding, having returned to the actions of that insane night so easily.

“…yes…” Gasping, Jamie managed that single word, igniting some part of me that had been waiting to hear such a thing. Reaching down, I grabbed the already short hem of the skirt and yanked it up, revealing his plush butt wrapped in purple nylon and lace. Incited into some sort of amorous rage, I popped the button on my jeans and shoved those down, Jamie pushing back into what I had uncovered. My pubic mound slid over the smooth panty clad surface of Jamie’s butt as he blindly rubbed, making noises that bored in my psyche. Grabbing his hips, I adjusted my legs and stance before pressing what I had to the covered crevice.

Looking past my rack, I saw erzurum escort where I had once taken a dick desperately attempting to be swallowed by Jamie’s butt cheeks. He was plastered to my crotch, matching my hunger with his need, each stoking the other to dizzying heights.

Having lost control of my body and it’s ravenous, unknown desires, hands that moved on their own accord up his body and found his chest, giving what lay there a rough squeeze. He cried out at that, trying and failing to push my soaked sex deeper into what was being offered. The fire that now wore my skin took his shoulders and turned Jamie to face me, glimpsing his startled, red face before greedily finding his lips.

Taking one of his arms, I moved his hand to my butt and placed it there, the timid presence growing bolder I did the same to him. There was no hesitance on my end, pulling him closer, fitted cups of bras I owned meeting as Jamie’s tongue slipped out, meeting mine. I became aware of Jamie’s ignored, insistent need, trapped as it was in my panties.

Two thin pieces of cloth were all that separated us from sealing the deal. A few errant tugs and we’d be free, able to fully engage in more than foreplay and yet, feeling his heat and hardness fighting in vain to escape was a perverse delight. My own aching emptiness, similarly imprisoned, this time pushed to Jamie’s front. There was no chance for penetration but that didn’t matter as he broke the kiss, returning my motion, unfamiliar without me being behind him. That was enough, both of us falling into a rhythm as he provided enough for my clit to rub upon, sparking pleasure that only added to everything that had come before.

Standing face to face, Jamie was a undefined blur that moved uncontrollably in the chest region as we humped away at each other. A whining moan came out of him, my panting the only answer he would receive. Gaining urgency, Jamie picked up speed and became more demanding, the hardness I was using to get off growing more so.

Hips pumping, breasts jiggling, we worked each other as our harsh breathing filled the room. Another cry came from him and the sudden burst of knowledge that he was going to blow a load in my panties pushed me over the edge as a final few thrusts were given and Jamie pulled me into an embrace, my orgasm deleting anything that wasn’t Jamie for a span of time that seemed to never end.

By the time those cloying waves of bliss let me break the surface, I became aware of a wet, heavier heat soaking through my panties. Hanging onto each other, our breathing slowed as we took time to recover. Jamie’s face was glowing, eyes still closed as his breathing slowed.

“I made a mess.” Said in a meek and guilty tone, I couldn’t help but laugh, the perfect way to cap off what had just happened.

“I know. It’s hot.” Taking my hands back, I stumbled back and fell on my bed, tripping over the pants pooled around my ankles. The front of Jamie’s purple panties were darker from the mess he had made, the bulge having shrunk down. And Jamie was still wearing stockings and everything else, the skirt remaining hiked about his waist.

Kicking off the jeans, I went to my dresser and found an old shirt and tossed it over. I stepped into the closet and stripped off my own soiled pair of underwear, changing into a pair of booty shorts that I slept in during the summer. I stepped out to Jamie dangling my panties from a finger, face still flushed with lingering bliss. I pointed at the hamper and he dropped it in, with me following suit. I had no idea if he had replaced them with another pair and could be naked under the skirt, priming me for another round I’m not sure Jamie was ready for.

Slinging an arm over his shoulder, I walked him to the bed and cleared a spot, the both of us sitting, Jamie leaning on me.

“Is it weird to be sharing underwear?” He asked, catching me off guard and forcing my brain to reengage thought.

“I dunno. We can always go shopping if you want your own.” Even after what he had done, Jamie still flushed red at the idea.

“Can’t. Tom might find them and hiding the bras is bad enough.” He sounded sleepy yet thoughtful, as if he still had access to logic. All I had was seeing him in a skirt and stockings and that image wasn’t conducive to logic.

“You can leave them here. We can get matching bras and panties.” A shiver racked him and I giggled, enjoying this so very much. But that idea was taking hold, it would be easy enough, Jamie was close to my size after all. Some measurements, an online calculator and we’d be good to go. Running a hand over a stocking clad leg, Jamie sat up and locked eyes with me.

“Long as your with me, sure, I can try. I mean, I-I want to but…” I caught his chin as his nerve broke and he tried to look away.

“Tomorrow, Sunday night, dead of winter, no one will be there. And if they are, fuck ’em, I’ll be by your side the whole time. Just promise you won’t bail on me.” He nodded, color rising once more. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He said, raising a hand and extending his pinky. I laughed and locked mine to his before speaking the next step. “Okay, gotta get your numbers now. Then tomorrow night we get in, find a few things, self checkout and done!” Nodding, Jamie wore a small smile as I looked for the measuring tape I had for reasons, similarly to the denim skirt he still wore.

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The Neighbor’s Tan

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Eighteen is a wonderful age for a man. It’s the time when he can walk into a store and buy cigs without worry of being “caught”. It’s the age when he can look at as many sexual things that he wants, legally. It is also the time when he becomes legal, himself. This age was no different for me. It marked my entry into legal manhood, as well as, sexual manhood.

It all started, a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was still living at home with my parents, and I had a girlfriend. I was not sexually starved because she would give it to me anytime I wanted. She wasn’t a slut or a whore, she was in love and her hormones were just as raging as mine. The only problem was, one just wasn’t enough.

I looked at all the women in my life with a sexual interest. I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard, I longed to screw my friends at the mall (where I worked), I fantasized about a girl I knew at the restaurant I ate at, I even wanted to fuck one of my girlfriend’s friends and one of my girlfriend’s relatives. Celebrities couldn’t escape my thoughts, either.

Was I a horny bastard? I don’t think so. I think, I was just a very sexual man with needs that had to be fulfilled. But, little did I know, that everyone I listed above had needs of their own. Needs, that I could help with. That’s why the age of eighteen, was a wonderful age for this man.

The Neighbor’s Tan

As I said above, I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard. Not in a voyeuristic way. Since she was a friend of the family, she had no problem letting me come over and talk to her while she tanned, But, of course, my mind was never on the conversation at hand.

My sexual friendship with her started a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was taking a walk when I saw her tanning in her backyard. She saw me first though, and gave me a wave. I waved back and considered it an invitation to come over and gawk or talk or whatever the hell you want to call what I did.

She was about 5’5’’, brown hair, a little bit overweight from not moving while she laid out in the sun all day (but that just made her more curvaceous). She was beautiful at forty-five, a divorced mother, and was the basis for some of my fantasies, and the cause for the erection that I was soon to get in moments to come.

“Hi, Ben.”

“Hey, Ms. McGill. How’re you doing?”

“Oh, I’m doing good. Just working on my tan.”

And she was, too. She was wearing a red one piece that didn’t show anything except legs and cleavage. Her getting a tan was truly a job requiring the term “working”.

adana escort “Well, you’re never going to get a tan that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“ I mean, you’re wearing a one piece that’s not exposing anything to the sun. Isn’t it a little hard to get a tan this way. Shouldn’t you have something different for this?”

It was obvious that she had never really thought about it and had just worn what she had out of decency.

“I don’t have anything else.”

“Maybe you should go buy you a two piece or something of that nature.”

“I think I will.”, she hesitated and spoke again, “You seem to be an expert on this sort of thing. Do you want to come with me?”

No on you, I thought.

“Sure, just let me call my parents, while you get dressed.”

We walked into her house and I made a beeline to the phone. As I was telling my parents that I was going to the mall with Mrs. McGill, I saw her walk out of her bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her. I hung up the phone just before she passed by me.

“ I have to wash off this suntan lotion before we go.”

The thought alone that she was naked underneath that towel started my hardness to grow. I could see the same things I could when she had on her one piece, but it still turned me on. I guess it was the knowledge that the towel wasn’t as secure.

She walked on into the bathroom and I waited on the couch for her. In fifteen or so minutes, she was ready.

The car ride over there was short. We had the radio on and didn’t talk any, which got my mind to thinking. I looked over at her and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I suppose, she thought that since she was going bikini shopping it was useless. Only problem is, she has 38 D breasts and going without a bra is very noticeable.

We got to the mall and went into a store that sold bikinis. I looked around for one that was revealing of her skin, but not my intentions. I found a navy blue string-like bikini that I found appropriate for the situation. She said that she would try it on and went back into the changing area.

After she walked around the corner, the woman working there said it was ok if I went back there with her. I asked if she was sure, and she said that there was no reason that I’d spy in my mom. With that misunderstanding in hand, I walked back there.

I stood outside of the door and told her, I was there, and that the clerk said it was ok.

“Oh, ok. Well, how do I look?”

eskişehir escort She stepped out of the dressing room and showed me her suit. It was the equivalent to a bra and panty set, showing just as much. Her stomach was pale in contrast to the rest of her body.

“Good. You really needed this, I see.” I said as I reached out and touched her belly.

“Yeah. Thanks for telling me. I never thought anything about it. Are you sure the neighbors won’t mind?”

“I don’t see why. But, if are self-conscious, just lay up on the deck of the pool. No one can see you behind that privacy fence you have up there.”

“I think I’ll do that” she said laughingly.

She wore the suit out under her clothes in place of the absent bra and panties she didn’t wear.

We went back to her house and she went up to the pool as soon as we got back, taking off her clothes and getting in immediately.

“Ben, will you go inside and grab my suntan lotion for me. It’s on the bathroom sink.”

“Sure.”

I ran into the house, grabbed it, and was out before she was out of the pool. Which, by the way, she was getting out of before I left.

I handed her the lotion and sit back on a chair, waiting for the coming show.

“Since, I’ve got this new suit. I’m going to go for a better tan. I need your help putting the lotion on. I hope you don’t mind, do you?”

“No, not at all.” I said, maybe a tad bit too eager.

I sat next to her as she was laying on her front, draped on the beach chair she had.

I started putting lotion on her calves, then her thighs. I was even so bold as to put lotion on the sides of her ass cheeks. Thank God, I recommended this thong-like bikini. I moved up to her lower back and then her shoulders. I tried to put some under her string but it was much too tight.

She must have known that’s what I was trying to do because then, she reached back and untied the two strings holding it on. Then, not only did she let it drop, but she took it off and flung it behind her, so it landed by my feet. She rested and told me to continue.

I had a plan. As I was rubbing her back, I let my hands slide down to the sides of her breasts. Before long, my whole hands were caressing her tits. I did this for two reasons. One, to touch her breasts, of course. Two, to keep her mind off what my feet were doing.

As I was rubbing her tits, I picked up her bikini top with my feet and flung it into the pool. I wasn’t sure how I sakarya escort was going to see her breasts in all their glory, but this guaranteed that I would.

“Do you want me to lotion up your front, too? I mean, your stomach and the front of your legs.”

“Sure, just hand me my top.”

“Ummm….I can’t”

“Why not?”, she said with uncertainty in her voice.

“Well, because you threw it in the pool.”

“Oh.”

There was a moment of silence as she thought about what to do, now.

She turned over onto her back exposing her breasts to me.

“Well, you did say I needed a better way to get a tan didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but……do you want me to lotion up all of your front?”

“Sure.”

She smiled as I started to rub lotion into her tits. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock. Here I was rubbing my neighbor’s 38 D tits with lotion.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but this is kind of making me uncomfortable. If you know what I mean.”

“Oh, well, if it’s too tight, maybe you should take them off.”

I took her advice and removed my pants and boxers. It felt a little weird being completely naked in front of her but I was ready for anything.

“ I feel weird like this. Maybe you should take off you bottoms, too.”

“ Ok, if it will help.” she said smiling.

For the first time, I saw my neighbor’s bush. It was trimmed into that landing strip design, and looked inviting. Needless, to say that made my rock hard cock throb.

“Are you ok, Ben?”

“I just need a little relief, that’s all.”

“Well, maybe I can lend you a hand. I do need more lotion, after all. And I think you should call me Carol after this.”

She reached down and started stroking my long, hard, cock. After the first few seconds, I felt like I would explode all over her. I was fighting it back from the beginning, it seemed.

“Do you like this? Don’t you want to lotion my tits up with your cum?”

I had never heard her talk this way, and the combination of nakedness and dirty talk for the first time sent me over the edge.

“I’m cumming Carol. I’m cumming all over your big, beautiful tits.”

“Oh, that’s right baby, cum all over me.”

After I came down off of my orgasm, she released me and jumped in the pool to wash off.

“Do me another favor will you?” she asked

“Sure.”

“I want you to come back in a week and tell me how my tan looks. If you don’t like it, you’ll have to eat me out. If you do like it, you have to eat me out…..before fucking my brains out. Sound good?”

“Sounds great. But, what about now?”

“ Go home and think about the week ahead. I like to build up, and I want you to do the same.”

“ Ok. Bye, Ms.…Carol.”

“ Bye, Ben.”

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