My fantasy coming true part 1

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I have had lots of fantasies. Some fulfilled while others never will come true. I did not think that this one would become reality.

I was naked on a bed, in some hotel that I didn’t know the location of. Tom was there with me, he is tall, thin, but muscular, dark short hair, blue eyes (the contrast was what got me attracted to him), lets just say his appearance is close to perfect and I mean everything. I am medium height, long blond hair, slender figure with plenty of curves, nice ass and 30D tits.
“I want you to lie on the bed, your ass pointing towards me, your arms stretched out in front of you.” Tom said from the end of the bed. It was a decent size bed with comfortable sheets and four posts on each corners. I did what he told me to do. He knew that whenever he ordered me to do something, it turned me on.
“Good girl, I am going to blindfold you know, don’t be shocked” he came around the bed and put the black blindfold on, my vision went black and the anticipation high. He then grabbed my right wrist and put something around it, it felt soft. My are got pulled forwards and to the side, then my arm was secured. Going to the other side of the bed, he repeated the process. He trailed his fingers on my back making me arch into his touch until he reached my ass, then the fingers were gone.
“I have brought you here for a reason, I hope that you will enjoy this. This is going to be different from everything that we have ever done. Are you okay with it? With whatever might happen?” He asked into my ear.
“Yes, I am ready for whatever you are planning.” I answered obediently.
“Good and now I will gag you. Don’t want you screaming the walls down.” Just at that moment I felt something pressed to my mouth and I opened. I never was gagged before, It felt nice, a little strange due to the new feeling of it, but I was illegal bahis ready for anything. I heard a tube being opened and it being squeezed, then the cold feeling of lube against my ass and pussy. A finger sliding into my ass and lubing it up nicely, the feeling of something going in my ass turned me on, I could even feel a small orgasm building up. I normally don’t have such a fast reaction like this. But then again there is always a first time for everything. The fingers were gone as soon as I got close to have my small climax.
“You know the rules, no cumming until I tell you to.” Tom reminded me. That was always the hardest part, not being able to cum when I want and need, but waiting for his consent. At the same time it just turned me on more. There is very little that won’t turn me on. After him saying this I did not feel or hear him, I only heard footsteps leaving and a door opening. I waited for a couple of minutes and then I heard footsteps again, it sounded like there were more now, but that might just be me hearing things.
“We are going to start now. Get on your knees and lift you upper body of the bed, stay like this until I tell you otherwise.” I did what he ordered. I felt the bed moving and the sheets against a body. Hands caressing my legs, higher and higher up, fingers being shoved into my pussy and moved fiercely back and forth for a bit, but as abrublty as it started it ended. Then the body heat moved underneath my own, lips kissing the way from my stomach to my tits to my chin. All soft and light kisses, but yet demanding for my attention.
When finally settled, his hands on my hips urged me down onto his hard cock. With a hard thrust he was in my, filling me all the way up. It seemed bigger than usual, but I couldn’t ask since my mouth was being gagged by a ball, but it didn’t stop me from moaning. casino siteleri Then I all of a sudden had a pair of hands spanking my ass, nice and hard just like the way I like it. But the amount of hands was more than usual, two on my hips and my ass being spanked. What is going on?
“Ahh, yes my little slut. It is not me fucking you, its someone else.” Tom commented from behind me. Fuck, this is what I always wanted, to be fucked by someone that I don’t know and my boyfriend to join in. I thought that this would never happen. Stroking my ass before he spanks it. He spanked me a couple of more times until my ass started to sting, but yet sending shocks of pleasure through my body. Then I felt the bed shake and Tom get in the bed until he was directly behind me and his hands on my ass, spreading wide. He placed himself at the entrance of my ass and then guided himself in. I screamed, but it made no sense to scream. I loved the feeling of having two cocks shoved into my holes. Being filled to the fullest and having to please two at once. While Tom trust in the other was pulling out and the other way around. I could feel every uneven area on each cock as they pushed in me.
“Do you like this, you slut? ” He thrust into me with a lot of force. “Nod you head if you do.” I did, I loved this. I was already close to cumming, the climax building faster by the second, its so hard to hold it back until I am allowed to cum.
“Do you want to know who is fucking your pussy?” He asked roughly. I shook my head telling him no, like this it was more exciting and thrilling. “Then cum for us, you cum slut whore.” Tom ordered my and I did with such a relief of being able to. My entire body rejoiced with me, the force of the orgarsm shocked me. But just a couple of seconds after it ended I felt a new once building. The was then removed poker siteleri and my moans filled the room. Both of them stopped fucking me, the guy from underneath me got out and forced his cock into my now open mouth. I could taste my juices on him, I obediently sucked him hard and long. I sucked with all the force that I could manage, his cock hitting the end of my throat and my gag reflex started up, he didn’t stop forcing it into my mouth.
“We are going to feed you our cum, just like you like it.” Tom commented from behind me. I could already feel the cock in my mouth swelling, he was close to ready. Tom was getting fiercer with each thrust, so he was close too. I can cum anytime. The moans were stopped by the cock in my mouth. He started to pump faster into my mouth and soft moans came from him. Tom’s cock in my ass was going to send me over the top again, the feeling of the forbidden being invaded just turned me on.
“Ahhh… yesss!” A voice moaned from above me. That was when I tasted his cum, deep in my throat, but he moved out so that it covered my face and my mouth. I liked the cum of my lips and the taste was amazing, salty but sweet. Just at that time Tom pumped one last time into me and then he loaded his cum in my ass. He then removed himself and let the cum slip out of my ass onto my pussy. Tom shoved his finger into my ass to get some cum on it and then he brought it to my mouth and made me suck it off, his cum was different, but still so good.
“You are going to clean us and eat all the cum that is in or on you body, don’t worry we will feed it to you.” Tom said while he was feeding me another finger from my ass. The guy shoved his now limp cock into my mouth for me to clean, I licked it clean, sucked a but on it in hope to get more cum out of him. When he was out of my mouth Tom placed his cock into my mouth and I repeated the process on him. When I was finished with him the guy took his finger and stocked my face to get his cum, he made me lick it off. The kept on changing until all the cum was gone.

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Part 8: A New Beginning

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It’s a long flight all the way to Italy. I try to keep myself busy in the air. The briefcase that Mr. Jeff gave me included a laptop.

I do a lot of research on living in Europe, the beautiful village I’m supposed to move to, the basics of speaking Italian, etc.

I am not able to sleep one bit.

My flight attendant onboard the plane with me is named Emily. She takes great care of me. Always checking up, seeing how I’m doing. The private jet I’m on is very luxurious! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own office space within my seating area. It’s very private, having a door to the side to get in and out of where my seat is. Actually made me feel important for some reason. On the outside of my seating area, there’s a couple of couches and recliners, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my flight attendant has a seat near the front of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my meals.

We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

“Can I get you anything to drink Mr. Porter?” Emily would ask me every so often. Still feels weird to be addressed by my new name.

Eventually, I step out of my cubicle, as I like to call it, and make my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the mini bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the couch beside it.

I push the Flight Attendant call button remote and signal for Emily to come to me.

“What can I get for you Mr. Porter?”

I ask her for a bottle of Irish Whiskey and two glasses.

Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both glasses.

“Is there a reason you wanted the extra glass Mr. Porter?” she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

“Please call me Oliver. And yes….I’d like for you to sit down and join me, if you’re ok with that.”

Emily kindly refrains from doing so saying she’s on the job and in uniform and all this other nonsense, but I try to convince her regardless to sit and drink one toast with me.

“C’mon Emily…just one drink. You’ve been so kind to me on this new journey of mine. I’m a new man! If I’m being honest…you’re technically the first woman I’ve interacted with since having changed my identity.”

I can see Emily is still hesitant at first, but eventually she loosens her grip.

“Ok Oliver….just one drink.”

I grab my glass and raise mine up with hers.

“Cheers.”

We both drink the whisky in one shot.

Emily sits down beside me on the couch as we engage in conversation.

I tell Emily as much as I can about who I was without revealing too many details. I don’t give her my previous name or where I’m from for discretion. As a matter of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a private company that transports all sorts of business men around the globe. Many have had hidden identities and aliases as well. Some were government contracts and others were people in Witness Protection. Many she has transported work for the CIA and other government agencies. So without a doubt in my mind, I knew I could trust her with telling my story…just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in love with a woman who had a deranged jealous husband. About what he did to me and to her inside of the motel. How I’ve been since I’ve woken up from my coma. Emily sits down and just listens to me talk with a sincere fascination for what I have to say.

“You’ve been through hell and back Oliver. What’s your plan for once you arrive in Italy?”

I think about it and shrug.

“Honestly…I don’t know. I have a set of instructions and information on how to get to where I’m supposed to be. But from there…I just have to go with the flow.”

Suddenly I hear a high-low chime from above. Emily gets up and walks toward the front of the plane.

“I’ll be back. The captain is calling to check up on me.”

I take a good look at my friendly stewardess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight white collared shirt that hugs her medium sized breasts and a black mini tie around her neck. On her head, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something Navy sailors would have on. Emily has a tight mini skirt on with panty hose on and high heels. Her skirt does a marvelous job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirties with blond hair and tan skin.

Emily speaks to the pilots for a few minutes. She makes her way back over to me and sits down.

“Sorry about that Oliver. Just had to check up on my crew.”

“Ah it’s all good. No worries.”

“Can I get you anything else for right now?”

I shrug. “I’m all set…you’ve been so kind to me….feels nice to be able to talk to someone about all the shit I’ve been through the last year.”

Emily stares at me with a sincere look of sympathy. With her sitting just inches from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her cleavage exposed to me and her crossed legs showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the first time in months, I’m feeling something I haven’t felt since I’ve awaken from my coma: Blue Balls!

I’m able to discreetly keep my erection hidden without drawing any attention.

However, Emily clearly sees me eyeing her and enjoying the view.

“Oliver you’ve been through so much pain and suffering. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the hurt that you’re feeling and be able to guarantee that you’ll be ok.” She tells me this as she reaches over and grabs my hand. I feel like I might just explode in my pants! My dick hurts from the pressure of my legs keeping it tucked down!

“Uhh…thanks Emily. As much as this sucks…I like to look at the positive side of this and think that this is just a new adventure I’m about to begin. I’m a new man and this is a new beginning. So out with the old and in with the new.”

Emily flashes a smile at me.

“I like that! That’s a great way to think of this situation!”

Emily still holding onto my hand clears her throat and looks me in the eyes.

“So Oliver…about this new adventure…can I help you celebrate this fresh start of yours?”

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and walks to the back of the airplane. She reaches into the mini crew closet and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a small pink bag.

I’m still a little confused as she makes her way back over to me and onto the couch.

“Soooo….Open this for me sweetie?”

I grab the pink bag from Emily and unzip it.

My eyes widen when I stare at the contents of the bag.

A bottle of lotion, condoms, an anal plug, lube, and perfume.

I’m speechless at first but I’m able to speak up.

“I’d love to celebrate a fresh start with you.”

Emily shifts herself and onto my lap. She gets very close to my face and whispers,

“I knew you would baby….now let’s have some good ol mile-high fun.”

With that, our lips touch and lock.

We start slow at first, until I feel Emily’s tongue start invading my mouth.

We fondle and embrace each other as our tongues wrestle each other. My hands reach down to her waist and below as I get a good feel of her ass cheeks.

My flight attendant begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass.

I feel her legs shift on each side as she kicks off her heels. As I shove my tongue down Emily’s throat, all I can think about are my senses coming back to life! The way her hair brushes on my face and neck. How she smells of lavender and coconut oil. Her breath tasting minty with the remnants of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the same time! Emily has my cock at its hardest it’s been in months! Oh the joy of being able to satisfy my sexual urges after such a large drought!

She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to breathe!

She laughs when I do so.

“Too much action for you?”

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

“Hmmm…I’d say more like not enough!”

I pull myself closer to her and begin to kiss her neck biting it gently as my hands begin to unbutton her shirt.

Emily closes her eyes moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensations of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and bahis siteleri pull it off exposing her white lacy bra. With a rapid thrust behind her back, my hands swiftly find her straps. I hear the magic click as her bra falls down onto the floor. With her black tie still around her neck, I take a good look at her naked breasts in awe. Emily has medium sized breasts that are perky with hardened nipples. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in front of me.

Emily rolls her eyes with a smile. She takes my hands and puts them up to her chest.

“Stop staring and taste them already.”

Immediately I’m taken out of my trance, and reality kicks in. I sit back onto the couch behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her breasts and rub them back and forth against my face. I grab her left tit and proceed to gently lick her nipple. I’ve never seen nipples as hard as hers! Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her breasts and nipples. I find the courage, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to keep her from squirming.

“Oh YES! Oh YES Oliver!” My stewardess encourages me to nibble on her nipples.

I proceed to massage her breasts for a little while as we continue to kiss and embrace each other.

Emily then decides that it’s time to continue. She pushes her way off my lap, as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her skirt down in the process, leaving me the perfect view of her panties and pantyhose.

She gives me a side glance smiling as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her thin black panties, showing me her bare ass and thick pussy lips. Swiftly, she tosses both to the side and backs her way into my face.

I take my hands and smack them hard against the sides of her firm curvy ass.

“Fuck yeah baby! Hmmmm!!!”

I continue to play around with Emily’s ass slapping it a bit watch her cheeks jiggle. She shakes her tush in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my face giving me an amazing whiff of her pussy and ass.

“Taste me baby.”

I take my tongue and begin to eat the folds of her clit as my nose is buried into her asshole. I circle my tongue around her outer pussy lips, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily’s ass wide as I can, allowing her to gape her delicious hole. With two fingers, I bury them deep into her ass causing her to gasp.

“Shit! Yes baby! Finger my tight ass!”

My fingers slowly push deeper and deeper into Emily’s ass. I push them in and out. Repeatedly. Emily begs for more increasing her dirty talk.

“Oh fuck yes! FINGER THAT ASSHOLE! FUCK!! Oh SHIT! That’s the spot!!!”

Emily takes control once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lube and butt plug. She pours a shit load of lube on her hands and then her plug. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her asshole.

Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her plug.

“Do me a favor hun and put this sucker up my ass please?” I didn’t need to hear her say THAT twice! I grab her plug and align it with her asshole. Emily spreads her legs apart to make it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her hole once again allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any trouble. With my hand covered in lube, I lean into Emily and begin to kiss her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me closer and kisses me enjoying the sensation. Emily pulls me away.

“You’ve done enough for me Oliver. Now it’s your turn for some fun!”

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals me to stand up. She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my pants and underwear together, allowing my cock to finally stand at attention freely!

She takes a few seconds to admire the size and look of it. Emily then pushes me hard back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

“I want you to just relax baby…and look me in the eyes…can you do that for me?”

I nod with lust as I watch Emily take her tongue and swivel it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my shaft. I grunt enjoying the very familiar sensation of being licked like an ice cream cone. Violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it’s felt like years since we’ve last seen each other!

Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at first but increases her tempo bobbing her head up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I’m in the heat of the moment enjoying it all! Emily surprises me next when I feel her forefinger squeeze into my asshole!

“Oh SHIT! What the FUCK??”

Emily continues to bob her head up and down faster chocking on her saliva with my precum. Emily releases her mouth from my dick to regain some air.

She smirks at me catching her breath.

“Do you like this?”

I shake my head excitedly with her finger still up my ass.

“I was not expecting that at all!”

Emily smirks again.

“Good.”

With that, she begins to finger my ass as her lips make way to my testicles. She engulfs my entire sack into her mouth and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My eyes were practically rolled to the back of my head! Who is this woman???

I could not believe what a freak my flight attendant is! Emily then begins to lick my ball sack all the way up to my shaft. She does this for a few minutes until I’m unable to handle the situation any longer.

“Emily….I’m going to cum right now!”

She immediately pulls her finger out of my ass, and starts to jack me off intensely! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my cock, I erupt my loads down her throat! This having to be my first orgasm in almost six months, I’m shocked to see the amount of jizz shooting out of me into Emily’s mouth! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to keep from spitting some out.

Once I’m able to calm down, Emily pulls herself up breathing heavily.

“That was CRAZY! I’ve never swallowed or seen a load so big!”

Laughing aloud I tell her.

“Well…five months in a coma will do that to you ya know.”

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

“Can I get you some water?”

I nod as I start to feel the thirst kick in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some drinks. She’s completely naked only leaving on her back tie around her neck and her shiny butt plug in her ass.

As soon as we’re both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my cock with her pussy. Before she can start riding me, we hear the pilots make an announcement on the PA.

“Just a heads up Emily and Oliver, we’re about to hit some moderate turbulence, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it’s safe to move about the cabin.”

We hear a high chime as the Captain illuminates the seatbelt sign.

“Damnit! Just when the real fun was about to start!” Emily exclaims.

That’s when my brain hits a great idea.

“Why stop here? Captain said it was only moderate turbulence. I’m already inside of you locked and ready to go. Why don’t we let the turbulence do the work for us here eh?”

Emily’s eyes widen from excitement

“I’m totally up for that!”

Emily then begins to grind her hips on me as she slowly starts to bounce on my cock. She slowly rides my shaft bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her.

Few minutes pass and suddenly we’re hit with some turbulence! I grab onto Emily’s waist for support, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn’t fall.

The plane begins to bump around up and down aggressively. The turbulence felt a bit more severe than just “moderate.”

I continue to hold onto Emily as the plane bounces up and down. With the turbulence shaking the plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the feeling of Mother Nature doing the work for us.

“Oh Fuck yes Oliver! Fuck me!” Emily screams.

Smiling, I sit back and relax as we let the turbulence fuck the both of us.

The turbulence went on for about 10 minutes as Emily rode me. Eventually, the turbulence went from shaking the plane up and down to side to side, allowing Emily to grind herself on my dick.

“Oh Oliver…I’m going to cum baby!”

With the help of the turbulence, I’m able to take over. I pull her closer to me as I begin to shake my body canlı bahis siteleri up and down increasing my pace.

Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the sounds of her screams and my dick clapping her cheeks.

“FUUUUUCK!!!”

Immediately, I feel Emily cream herself on my shaft as I slow down and pull her off of me.

“Holy Shit! That was phenomenal baby! And the whole turbulence thing?? Incredible!!”

We catch our breaths once more. I was on the verge of cumming again, so my dick stayed hard.

Emily laid down on the couch catching her breath. I glance down her naked sweaty body. Her shiny plug caught my attention once again.

“How bout I replace that plug of yours and fill your ass up with my cock?”

Emily gives me a dirty smile.

“Go for it!”

I slowly reach for her plug. I pull it out very slowly until it complete emerges exposing Emily’s gaping asshole.

“Fill me baby!”

I grab her and lean her back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs wide apart.

With one knee on the floor and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my dick and easily insert it whole into her asshole.

Emily’s eyes widen as she gasps.

“FUCK!”

With my orgasm approaching, I quickly pick up my pace and fuck her tight ass thrusting roughly in and out of her.

“C’mon Oliver! Fuck my tight asshole! Fuck my ass! I’m not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole! So fuck it! FUCK MY ASS!!”

As I continued to pound this horny flight attendant in the ass, I grab her breasts and bite down hard on her nipples, causing her to scream even more!

My second orgasm being moments away, I then pull my cock out immediately and shove the entirety of it into her pussy as I release my second load deep into Emily.

“FUUUUUCK!!! Oh SHIT!!! Cum in my pussy!!!! YESSSS!!!”

My second load was almost as big as my first! As soon as I’m empty, I pull out of her and stand up.

“Taste my seed you stewardess whore!”

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnants of my load out of her. Emily grabs my hand and shoves my fingers in her mouth licking up my spunk.

“Hmmm…so delicious you are baby.”

With that, Emily stands up and kisses me.

“Hope you’re satisfied with that fresh start celebration.”

“That was incredible. Started off with a bang!” I said jokingly.

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I’m able to wash up and clean our area up while we start our descent into Italy.

Time flies when you’re having a great time!

As soon as the wheels touch the ground in Genoa, Italy I receive an automated text message on my phone.

“VERNAZZA” it reads.

I look up the location on my phone using the maps. The fastest way to get there is by train. From the looks of it, the train station is a few blocks from the airport and has regular service to and from the region of Vernazza. The next train leaves in about 45 minutes.

Once the plane is completely stopped and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flight deck door for the pilots.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

“Welcome to Genoa Italy!”

I grab my bags and walk to to the front of the plane.

“Good luck Mr. Porter on all your future endeavors.” Emily reaches and gives me a hug acting polite and professional as both of the pilots are in sight of us.

If only they knew about her little “celebration” she did for me.

“Thanks for everything Emily. God speed and wish you well.”

I say my thanks to both pilots for the safe flight and make my way into the hangar which leads to a small terminal.

Inside the terminal, I’m surprised to see a gentleman in a suit holding a sign with the name “Oliver Porter.”

“Mr. Porter?” I greet him as he tells me that he is my transportation to the train station. I thank him as he helps me with my bags to the taxi.

As we drive along the coast of Italy, I stare at the crystal blue waters and the lush greenery all around me. I really think I’m gonna like it here!

I’m thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxi driver, for the ride to the train station as it was about a 15 minute drive away from the airport, not a few blocks as I initially thought it to be.

We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my bags into the station.

“Train 7 will arrive shortly and will take you to Vernazza.”

“Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help.”

We part ways as I wait for my train to take me to my new home.

The wait is short and I’m able to hop on the train over to Vernazza.

The ride took just under two hours. I look at the name of the train stop I’m instructed to get off at.

I grab my bags and head to the lobby area of the station.

I remembered Jeff’s instructions about texting the only contact on my phone. I text “ARRIVED” to a Heather P. on my phone. I’m still confused as to who this Heather is. Is she a tour guide? A local villager who happens to know Jeff?

Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply.

“I’ll be there shortly.”

About an hour of waiting, I’m almost ready to call this Heather person. It’s been a long journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new home is to get a nice meal and some sleep.

“Mr. Porter?” I turn to face the oddly familiar voice and I’m surprised to see Heather…..also known as Violet Taylor!

“Violet??”

With tears in her eyes, Violet embraces me.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here!! I’ve waited so long for you!!”

As Violet holds onto me with dear life, I’m finally able to let reality sink in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her soft lips. We kissed passionately for some time holding each other, trying to make the moment last.

Finally, we’re able to let go of each other.

“C’mon Oliver…let’s get you home.”

She helps with my bags as we walk together out of the train station and outside. I’m surrounded by beauty as I stare at the coast to my left, hills upon hills of villages on my right, and a river in the center.

“Where’s the car?” I ask.

Violet grins, “Absolutely no cars out here sweetie. This region is very private and secluded to society. This is as far as the train will go. Other than that, boats or helicopters are the way into this area.

We walk along a pier near the station alongside the river.

Violet takes me to a small boat and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in small black lettering the name “Porter” on the side of the boat.

“So…I take that we’re the Porters huh?”

Violet looks at me with a big smile on her face.

“Yes indeed…allow me to introduce myself to you Oliver. My name is Heather. Heather Porter….your wife.”

Heather reaches over and kisses me.

All of this feels surreal!!

“Well nice to officially meet you Heather…sweetie.”

I give her a kiss back.

Heather unties our boat from the dock, and begins to steer us up the river.

It’s about an hour ride up the river. We spend time catching up with our lives.

Heather has changed a lot since we’ve last seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. She’s very tan from the climate of our new home. Heather is now a Brunette with straight hair cut short. She’s lost some weight as her body is more athletic, which was totally ok with me!

We then discuss about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended grade school together all their lives. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of Homeland Security back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the globe. That explained how he was able to cover up the murder of her husband, a special ops Navy Seal. Jeff had a team of people dispose of Clark Taylor and fake our deaths to avoid our families being in danger for the murder of Mr. Taylor.

Once Violet (Heather) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was an a medically induced coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy months in advance to allow me to recover while she set up our new home.

Heather continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the country and befriended many locals in the village. She told me her Italian was getting better each day and can’t wait to teach me!

We then arrive at a small dock with a couple of other boats. güvenilir bahis I grab majority of my bags as Heather leads the way up the hill. We get to the top, and make our way to a private path which takes us to a beautiful small house overlooking the coast and a great view of our village called “Cinque Terre.”

“So settle in Luke….I mean Oliver haha. That’s going to be quite an adjustment to get used to.” We both laugh as I drop my bags into our room. Heather gives me the grand tour of our house. She takes pride in showing me her garden in our backyard.

She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my wife is!

“Oliver…I’ve so glad you’re ok. I don’t know how I could ever thank you for what you did for me that night back in the motel.”

I walk over to Heather and wrap my arms around her. We lean into each other with our foreheads touching.

“Heather…you saved me that night. All I could think about was you. How I could not stand to live the rest of my life without you. I did what I had to do…there are consequences to what my actions did. We won’t ever be able to return to the US or see our families again…but none of that matters because I have all I need….right in front of me.”

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a deep passionate kiss as husband and wife.

••••••••

We continued our kiss as my dick penetrated Heather’s tight pussy. It had been so long! Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it.

“Make love to me baby…I want you deeper in me!” Heather cried.

I sink my face into the pillow beside her face as I began to get a familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching. Heather bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her body all over. From her breasts with her newly pierced nipples, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty body as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy.

As I began to climax, Heather began to scream.

“I’m cumming baby! JUST LIKE YOU!!!”

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her flesh as our tongues engulfed each other. I keep pumping my cock in and out. In and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to catch our breathes.

In the same way that people see their lives flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life flash with every moment I’ve shared with Heather back when we were Luke and Violet.

Our first night together. Our vacation to Mexico. Sharing her with her sister Linda. Our separation during the time her ex took over her life. Our days locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of course the screams…the terrible screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my orgasm hit Heather hard.

We lay down together catching our breaths.

“Oliver?”

“Yes Heather?”

“I love you.”

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my love for her.

From that point on, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced…we’d be alright. We had each other. That’s all that mattered. New names, new aliases, new homes, new lives. Heather will always hold a special place in my heart. Heather…Ms. Taylor the MILF.

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THREE YEARS LATER…….

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My heart is pounding. I see him! My hands have been freed finally after COUNTLESS tries of cutting the ropes that have imprisoned me. It’s been days without food or water. I’m so weak at this point. With his back turned to me, I stand up quickly. My knees are so weak from being tied to a chair for days, it’s hard for me to stand.

“WHAT THE FUCK?? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW BITCH!!!!!” He screams at me and reaches for his blade. That same blade that he has used to slash my cheek, arms, and chest. I grab the gun on the desk. He shoves me to the floor and we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. “BANG…BANG!!!”

••••••

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

I wake up drenched in sweat. I try to catch my breath and regain my composure.

“What is baby?!” Heather wakes up startled, after my tossing-and-turning and screams.

“I keep seeing him…it’s the same nightmare all over! I can’t fucking sleep!!”

Heather grabs me and embraces me, while caressing my head. She begins to shush me while comforting me telling me it’s ok.

“Shhhh…it’s ok. It’s just a flashback baby. You need to let it go. It’s been over three years. It’s all in the past. I need you to just breathe for me. Go outside and get some fresh air if you need to.”

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and walk to our small kitchen. I wash my face with cold water and drink down a large cup for rehydration.

I walk out the front door and down our private path. The stars are bright in the sky and the moon is in full effect. It’s a gorgeous evening as the moon reflects upon the Italian River in our little village.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the trail that’s connected to the rest of the little villages in this Italian region. Our village is very private with absolutely no access to cars. Only way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life has turned the last few years ever since that summer day I came back home to see Mrs. Taylor (Heather). I think about my family that I left behind back in the United States. I miss them so much, but I know that I can never return back. I’m a ghost. Violet is a ghost. We both died that day, according to the Police, Coast Guard, and all other Search and Rescue teams. We were given new lives. New aliases. A fresh start….on the one condition that we could never go back home. Ever.

It’s a quiet and peaceful place here and I’ve adjusted well to it all. I work at a local market and I also fish by the coast for a living. Violet sells jewelry and other accessories all around town to the tourists that come from around the world. Life is good…but I still deal with my demons I just can’t let go. They haunt me and take me back to that day when the world as I knew it came crashing down! They come in the form of nightmares mostly. I’ve gotten better as time goes by, but they’re still there. If it wasn’t for Heather, I don’t think I could ever handle it. The fear. The guilt. The trauma. It’s a permanent scar for life that I can only treat but can never heal. Don’t get me wrong…she needs me just as bad as I need her. What we both went through that day…I’m surprised she’s been so strong for me.

I sit down on a large boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my eyes. I take deep breaths. I listen to the calm sounds of the breeze and the waves of the water crashing into shore. It’s the best remedy for me to calm myself down. The best way that I can describe it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me…telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and start to run. I feel the breeze against my face and I run faster! I run down the trail taking me all throughout the villages. Time flies by because when I stop to catch my breath, I look across The Valley and see the sun beginning to rise.

I walk back home with a smile on my face. Everything is going to be ok! I take the final turn by the trail and up the cliff where my house is up, down a private pathway. It’s time to wake up Heather for breakfast, and start our day.

I get back home to find Heather in the kitchen with her bathrobe on. As soon as I’m in the kitchen, she slips it off showing her completely naked body to me.

“Ooops….can you pick that up for me baby?” She asks lustfully.

With a smile I tell her I have a better idea.

We head back to the kitchen after an amazing round of intense yet passionate sex. Breakfast quickly had turned into prepping for lunch. LIFE IS GOOD!

CONCLUSION:

A few weeks after me and Heather had sex after she disrobed herself in the kitchen, Heather got really sick. I took her to the local hospital and we discovered the news: she was pregnant!

Nine months later, Heather gave birth to our son. We named him Luke! Both of us were happy taking care of Luke and raising him up. We were hesitant about telling him our story one day. How our relationship began and our struggles of getting to where we were present day. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Time will tell.

THE END!

Thanks for all the love and support!

This series took me over three years to write and finish!

To make up for the time in between each part of this series, I will republish each story daily beginning in February 2019!!

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Babes

Nach dem ich schon mal meine Frau und meine Freundin geteilt hatte, kam ich jetzt auch mal in den Genuss, eine andere Frau mit ihrem Mann zu teilen.

Vor einer Weile hatte ich ein längeres Projekt in Köln. Da ich Hotels auf Dauer nicht so gern habe, mietete ich eine möblierte Wohnung in der Südstadt: Altbau mit Blick in einen Hinterhof. Das Beste daran war das Bett. Es bestand aus zwei aneinander geschobene 1,20m Matratzen auf einem ca. 5o cm hohen Podest. Überspannt wurde das Ganze mit weißem Stoff, so dass es aussah wie ein Zelt.

Alle Leute die mich besuchten waren hin und weg davon und wirklich jeder machte eine schlüpfrige Andeutung dazu.

Weil meine Frau mit den Kindern über ein verlagertes Wochenende ihre Freundin auf dem Lande besuchen wollte, beschloss ich, einfach in Köln zu bleiben. Warum sollte ich hin und her fahren und zuhause in einer leeren Wohnung sitzen.

Von diesem Plan erzählte ich Wolfgang, eine alten Freund, der sofort meinte, dass er mich dann ja mit seiner Frau Daniela besuchen könnte. Die beiden wollten schon lange mal Köln sehen und die Gelegenheit sei ja günstig.

Gesagt – geplant – getan.

FREITAG

Als ich Freitag am Nachmittag nach Hause zu meiner Zweitwohnung kam, standen die beiden gerade vorm Klingelschild und suchten meinen Namen.

Nachdem ihr Gepäck in die Wohnung verladen und die üblichen Begrüßungsreden (“wie war die Fahrt… Blabla”) erledigt waren, setzten wir uns an die Essecke und öffneten das erste Kölsch. Natürlich wurde auch das Bett ausführlich begutachtet und besprochen. Daniela fragte, ob hier regelmäßige Orgien veranstaltet wurden.

Nach dem ersten Kölsch war die Entscheidung gefallen, dass wir das schöne Sommerwetter noch genießen und Richtung Rhein wollten. Ja – für Süddeutsche ist der Rhein richtig groß und die Schiffe darauf eine Sehenswürdigkeit.

Daniela wollte noch kurz duschen bevor es los ging. Wolfgang und ich verzogen uns auf das kleine Sofa und plauderten. Nach einer Zeit ging die Badtüre auf und Daniela kam, bekleidet mit einem ärmellosen Top und knappen Tagastring aus dem Bad. Claudia bot einen Blick zum Umfallen: schöne, glatte Beine und der String betonte ihren wunderschön geformten Arsch. Da die beiden erst kürzlich aus dem Urlaub zurückgekommen waren, war Claudias Haut in ein gleichmäßiges Braun gefärbt. Da keine weißen Streifen zu sehen waren, muss Ihr Bikini eine ähnliche Form wie ihr Tangastring haben.

Daniela lächelte verlegen, sagte nur kurz, “Rock vergessen” und verschwand wieder im Bad.

Ich hielt Wolfgang und Daniela immer für etwas prüde und hätte mich einer nach Danielas Unterwäsche gefragt, hätte ich wohl auf weißes Frottiere mit verwaschenen blauen Blümchen getippt – aber weit gefehlt.

Entsprechen dumm muss ich gedankenversunken dreingeschaut haben. Ich erschrak richtig, als Wolfgang mich mit einem breiten Grinsen fragte, warum ich den so abgelenkt sei. Ich vermied jede Reaktion auf diese Bemerkung und versuchte mich krampfhaft an unser Gesprächsthema zu erinnern.

Daniela kam kurze Zeit später endgültig aus dem Badezimmer. Sie trug jetzt einen kurzen Rock und roch phantastisch nach “frisch geduscht” und ihrem Deo. Ihre braunen schulterlangen Haare trug sie zu einem keinen Pferdeschanz zusammen gebunden. Insgesamt sah sie ungeheuerlich verführerisch aus.

Wir fuhren zur Hohenzollernbrücke am Hauptbahnhof und setzten uns unten an den Rhein auf die Grünflächen. Wie viele Leute dort, besorgten wir uns dort noch ein paar Flaschen Kölsch. Die Sonne schien warm vom Himmel und wir sahen den vorbeiziehenden Schiffen und Menschen zu.

Nach einer Weile nutze Daniela ihren flach im Gras liegenden, schläfrigen Mann als Kissen, in dem sie sich im Rechtenwinkel mit dem Kopf auf seinen Bauch legt und ihre Beine ausstreckte. Wolfgang döste langsam weg, so dass nur wir zwei uns noch unterhielten.

Sie hatte ihre Schuhe ausgezogen und ihre nackten Füße berührten immer wieder leicht meine Oberschenkel. Im Verlauf des Gespräches zog sie ihre Beine an, die Knie brav zusammen und die Köcheln Überkreuzt. Lange war die Haltung aber scheinbar nicht bequem und sie entknotete ihre Knöcheln und bot mir damit auf einmal einen Wahnsinns Ausblick: durch das Dreieck “geschlossenen-Knie-Füße-20cm-auseinander” sah ich ihren Tangaslip, der im Schritt ein wenig zusammengedrückt war. Ich konnte ihre äußern Schamlippen erkennen und den Rest erahnen. Die Sonne stand hinter meinen Rücken und beleuchteten die Szene in einem rötlichen Licht – und blendete glücklicherweise Claudia, so dass sie meine Blickrichtung nicht richtig sah.

Claudia türkçe bahis begann ihre Knie gedankenverloren immer wieder 5-10 cm zu öffnen und wieder zu schließen. Dadurch rutscht ihr Rock langsam nach unten und gab immer mehr ihrer braungebrannten, glattrasierten Oberschenkel frei.

Ich hatte immer mehr Schwierigkeiten dem Gespräch zu folgen…

Leider erwachte Wolfgang viel zu früh aus seinem Nickerchen, setzte sich auf und meinte, dass er Hunger hätte. Da ihr Kissen jetzt weg war, setzte sich auch Daniela auf, strich den Rock wieder Richtung Knie – und ich stecke meine Hand in meine Hosentasche, um meinen Steifen zu verstecken.

Wir fuhren zurück zur Südstadt zu einem Spanier. Dort aßen wir eine Tapa nach der anderen und tranken jede Menge Wein. Immer wieder versuchte ich möglichst unauffällig einen Blick auf ihre Beine zu erhaschen. Vor meinen Augen hatte ich immer noch das Bild von vorhin.

So um 23 Uhr wurde es Claudia leider zu kalt, um draußen zu sitzen und so schwankten nach Hause. Um sich zu wärmen, quetschte sich Claudia zwischen Wolfang und mich und umarmte uns an den Hüften. Um ihre Hände zu wärmen, schob sie diese unter unsere T-Shirts. Wolfgang legte seinen Arm auf ihre Schultern, ich um Ihre Taille. Durch den dünnen Stoff Ihres Tops konnte ich ihren Körper spüren, was mich wieder zwang, meine Hand in meine Hosentasche zu stecken.

Zu Hause angekommen, verschwand Daniela wieder im Bad um mit einem T-Shirt und immer noch diesen geilen Tanga bekleidet herauszukommen und ins Bett zu springen. Sie kuschelte sich in eine Decke und sagte: “Uaa – ist mir kalt. Komm mal Wolfgang und wärm mich”.

Wolfgang war nicht so angetan, sich jetzt schon ins Bett zu legen und meinte, dass er noch lieber eine Flasche Wein köpfen würde.

“Die können wir auch im Bett trinken” war ihre Antwort.

Befehl ist Befehl: Wolfgang zog seine Jeanshose aus und begann seine Rolle als Wärmflasche einzunehmen. Ich verschwand kurz in der Küche um eine Weinflasche zu köpfen und mit dieser und 3 Gläsern in das Zeltbett zu krabbeln. Davor dämmte ich noch das Licht etwas.

Wir tranken den Wein. Alkohol und zeitbedingt wurden die Gesprächspausen immer länger. Die Beiden kuschelten immer heftiger miteinander, als über den Hinterhof durch das Fenster eindeutige Laute zu hören waren.

Erst war es ein weibliches Kichern zu hören, was zu einem leisen Stöhnen überging. Nach einer kurzen Pause, wurde das Stöhnen lauter. Irgendwer hatte im Haus eindeutig Spaß und hatte vergessen, das Fenster vorher zu schließen.

Wir drei waren plötzlich wieder hell wach, lauschten und lächelten uns abwechselnd an. Meine Gäste küssten sich immer leidenschaftlicher und, wenn ich die Bewegungen unter der Decke richtig deuten konnte, hatte Daniela ihre Hand an Wolfgangs Schwanz und wichste ihn.

Die Geräusche von draußen und die Aktion, die neben mir im Bett abgingen, ließen mich fast vor Geilheit sterben. Ich beschloss, den Abend zu beenden, indem ich das Licht ausmachen wollte und mir dann im Schutze der Dunkelheit wenigstens einen runterzuholen. Also stand ich auf und wollte Richtung Lichtschalter gehen. Plötzlich sagte Daniela, “Hey, was ist denn das?”. Ich drehte mich erschrocken um und sah in Danielas lächelndes Gesicht. “Dacht mir doch, dass dich das nicht kalt lässt”, sagte Daniela schelmisch und machte eine Kopfbewegung Richtung meiner Unterhose. Ich saß an mir selbst herunter und erkannte, dass mein steifer Schwanz da ganz klar zu erkennen war.

“Hmm”, antwortete ich, “das hat man davon, wenn die Nachbarn poppen und ihr unter der Decke herum macht, dass mir ganz schwindelig wird”.

“Du siehst doch gar nichts” erwiderte Daniela.

“Ja – leider”, sage ich mit einem Grinsen.

Daniela dreht sich kurz zu Wolfgang und flüstere ihm irgendwas ins Ohr. Er sah Daniela überrascht an, sah zu mir herüber um sich wieder Daniela zuzuwenden. “Wenn du willst”, sagte er mit einem Gesichtsausdruck, der zwischen Lächeln und Erstaunen wechselte.

Daniela wendete sich wieder mir zu und streckte ein Bein aus der Decke, so dass ich es bis zu Ihren Hüften sehen konnte. “Willst du vielleicht mehr sehen?”. Jetzt sah ich zur Abwechslung Wolfang erstaunt an. Er zuckte mit den Achseln und als würde er diese Seite seiner Frau auch noch nicht kennen.

“Hmm – was ich bis jetzt gesehen habe, verspricht viel”, antwortete ich.

Daniela lächelte, drehte sich zu Wolfgang und klappte die Zudecke zurück, so dass ich die beiden jetzt sehen konnte.

Wolfgangs Unterhose war bereits auf Kniehöhe und sein Schwanz war halb iddaa siteleri steif. Daniela nahm ihn in die Hand und küsste ihren Mann leidenschaftlich.

Ich wollte jetzt nicht dumm in der Gegend herumstehen und legte mich wieder ins Bett. Links außen lag Wolfgang, rechts außen ich und in unserer Mitte, mit ihrem Knackarsch zu mir gewandt, lag Daniela.

Wolfgang konnte nicht so ganz entspannen. Er sah mich immer wieder aus dem Augenwinkel an und sein Schwanz blieb trotz Danielas Zuneigung auf Halbmast. Daniela merkte dies instinktiv. Um Wolfgangs geiler zu machen, zog sie sich ihr T-Shirt über den Kopf und ihr Tanga wanderte nach unten.

Danach legte sie sich auf den Rücken und spreizte ihre Beine leicht.

So lag sie jetzt nackt zwischen uns. Ihre kleinen, festen Brüste waren mit eben solchen Brustwarzen gekrönt. Dank Joga war ihr Bauch glatt und ihr ganzer Körper leicht muskulös. Ihre schwarzen Schamhaare zeichneten einen schmalen Streifen auf dem Umriss ihrer Bikinibläße. Zwischen ihren Beinen sah ich auf ein, vor Lust feuchten Vagina.

Daniela sah Wolfgang und mir in die Augen und spreizte Ihre Beine weiter. Ihre rechte Hand wichste Wolfgangs Schwanz, mit ihrer linke strich sie über ihren Bauch Richtung ihre Brüste. Sie streichelte kurz darüber und zwirbelte vorsichtig eine Brustwarze. Dann lies sie die Hand nach untern wandern. Zwischen ihren Beinen angekommen, ließ sie ihren Mittelfinger zwischen die Schamlippen gleiten. Sie streichelte auf und ab, wobei sie ihren Finger immer tiefer in sich eindringen ließ.

“Irgendwie finde ich es blöd, wenn er zusieht”, flüsterte Wolfgang.

Ich war überrascht, sah die Show schon abrupt enden und war bereit, in eine tiefe Depression zu fallen.

“Ich find’s total geil”, stöhnte Daniela leise und genoss weiter ihr Spiel mit sich selbst.

“Ich auch, aber wenn schon, sollten wir alle drei nackt sein”, antwortete Wolfgang.

“Das lässt sich machen”, gab ich erleichtert zurück und war im selben Augenblick auch schon aus meiner Unterhose geschlüpft und zog mir das T-Shirt über den Kopf.

So lagen wir jetzt alle drei nackt nebeneinander. Wolfgang genoss das Wichsen und den Anblick seiner Frau jetzt sichtlich. Ich durfte mich mit letzteren begnügen. Mein Schwanz war trotzdem hart – was aber auch kein Wunder war.

Daniela bewegte ihre Hand immer heftiger und ihr Atem wurde immer schneller. Immer wieder kontrollierte sie, ob wir beiden zusahen und immer wieder schaute sie auf meinen Schwanz.

“Willst Du ihn gar nicht wichsen?”, frage Daniela mich mit einem tiefen Blick in meine Augen.

“Willst Du das nicht machen?”, klang Wolfgangs Stimme aus dem Hintergrund.

Ohne zu antworten, nahm sie ihre Hand aus ihrem Schritt und umschloss meinen Schwanz. Ihre Hand bewegte sich langsam auf und ab. Ein feuchter Handabdruck aus ihrem Scheidensaft zeichnete sich auf meinem Schwanz ab.

Wolfgangs Hand übernahm die Aufgabe zwischen Danielas Beinen. Erst streichelte er ihren Kitzler, gleitet dann tiefer und schob erst seinen Mittelfinger, bald zusätzlich seinen Ringfinger in Danielas Möse. Sie schloss ihre Augen, spreizte ihre Beine wo weit, das ein Knie auf Wolfgangs und das andere auf meinem Oberschenkel zum Liegen kam und gab sich ihrer Lust hin. Mit je einer Hand wichste sie Wolfgangs und mich.

Danielas stöhnen leise vor sich hin, ihre Brüste hoben und senkten sich dabei verführerisch. Ich musste einfach hingreifen. Ich knetete sie und zwirbelte zärtlich ihre Brustwarzen, die sich dabei aufrichteten.

Wolfgang erhob sich auf einmal und legte sich mit seinem Kopf zwischen Danielas Beine. Er begann an Danielas Waden leicht zu knabber, was sie leise kichern ließ. Langsam wanderte sein Mund Richtung Kniekehle, dann weiter über ihre trainierten Schenkeln, bis er endlich in ihren Schritt ankam. Daniela packte ihn sanft, aber bestimmt an den Haaren und zog ihn zu ihrer Scheide. Wolfgang leckte erst ihren Kitzler, dann begann er, bei Ihrem Damm beginnend, ihre komplette Spalte zu lecken. Am Kitzler angekommen, umkreiste er diesen um dann wieder von untern zu beginnen.

Daniela konzentrierte sich voll auf ihre Lust, so dass sie zwar meinen Schwanz immer noch fest in ihrer Hand hielt, aber diese nicht mehr bewegte. Ich kniete mich neben ihren Kopf und drückte leicht meinen Schwanz gegen ihre geöffneten Lippen. Mit einem “mmh”, öffnete sie ihre Augen und sah lächelnd in meine. Dann umschloss sie mit ihrem Mund meinen Schwanz und fing an zu blasen. Ihre Hand wichste dabei leicht auf und ab. Ich musste mich konzentrieren, um nicht sofort deneme bonusu veren siteler in ihren Mund zu spritzen.

Wolfgang wandert mit seinem Mund über Danielas Venushügel, küsste ihren Bauchnabel und arbeitete sich weiter hoch bist er bei Ihren Brüsten ankommen war. Als er begann, ihre Brustwarzen zu saugen, machte sie ein leichtes Hohlkreuz und stöhnte sich wieder leicht auf. Ich fickte dabei langsam ihren Mund und genoss, wie sie an meinen Schwanz saugte.

Wolfgang krabbelt weiter hinauf und setzte seine Schwanzspitze an Danielas Spalt und schob langsam einen Schwanz in seinen Frau. Daniela zog ihre Knie höher, so dass jetzt ihre Füße auf Höhe seines Gesäßes in der Luft hingen. Bei jedem Stoß wippten sie auf und ab. Er fickte sie erst langsam, dann immer schneller. Man hörte wie seien Hoden gegen ihren Arsch klatschten. Daniela umschlang mit ihren Beinen und Armen ihren Mann und begann damit den Takt zu diktieren.

Leider hatte sich jetzt keine Hand mehr für mich frei und sie stellte auch das Blasen ein, um sich voll auf Ihre Lust konzentrieren zu können. Ich legte mich neben sie und genoss den Ausblick.

Wolfgang stöhnte immer lauter und es war klar, dass er, wenn er nicht kurz pausieren würde, bald kommen würde. Genau dies wollte er scheinbar nicht machen. Er stemmte sich mit seinen Händen auf und wollte sich aus Danielas Klammer lösen.

Sie packte ihn aber mit einer Hand leicht am Nacken, zog ihn wieder nach unten und flüstere ihn “Fick weiter” ins Ohr. Das tat er nur all zu gern. Er stieß jetzt mit aller Kraft zu. Daniela stöhnte bei jeden Stoß lustvoll auf.

Plötzlich hielt er inne, presste seinen Schwanz tief in Daniela und spritzte ab. Daniela hielt ihn dabei fest umschlungen und genoss. Nach einer Minute löste sie ihre Umarmung und Wolfgang rollte von Daniela.

Daniela hatte ihre Knie noch angezogen, aber jetzt ihre Fußflächen wieder auf dem Bett stehen und atmete tief ein und aus.

Wolfgang sah mich an und sagte, “Ich glaube, du bist jetzt dran”. Daniela öffnete die Augen, sah zu mir herüber und öffnete ihrem Beine ein wenig mehr.

Ich kniete mich zwischen Ihre Beine und sah das Paradies. Daniela lag vor mir, braun gebrannt, leicht verschwitzt, die Haare vom Sex verwuschelt. Ihre Schamlippen waren offen, ihre Brüste hoben und senkten sich noch mehr als normal. Alles schrie nach “Nimm mich”.

Ich setzte meine Schwanz an und sah dabei Daniela in die Augen. Man sah, dass sie geil war, aber auch etwas unsicher, was jetzt passieren würde. Ich konnte meinen Schwanz in einem Sitz in sie schieben. Ihre Nässe und Wolfgangs Sperma fungierten als unglaublich geiles Schmiermittel.

Ich stemmte mich mit den Händen links und rechts ab und fickte sie mit vorsichtigen Stößen. Erst schüchtern dann aber immer fordernder schob sie mir ihren Unterkörper entgegen. Ich senkte mich auf meine Ellenbogen ab und begann an ihren Brustwarzen zu knappern. Sie zog jetzt wieder ihre Bein an und umgriff mit je einer Hand eine Arschbacke von mir. In dieser Stellung stieß mein Schwanz immer wieder gegen ihre Gebärmutter. Ich legte mich jetzt ganz auf sie und spürte Ihre Brüste unter meiner Brust. Ihre Haare und ihr Hals rochen phantastisch. Sanft begann ich in den Hals und Schultern zu beißen. Sie beantwortete jeden Biss, in dem sich mich fester an sich zog. Ich hörte und spürte ihren Atem an meinem Ohr. Als ich zur anderen Halsseite wechseln wollte, küsste wir uns plötzlich. Unsere Zungen spielten heftig miteinander. Unser Stöhnen synchronisierte sich mehr und mehr. Sie schlang ihre Beine um meine Hüften und zogen mich nach oben. Gleichzeitig umarmte sich mich und hielt mich fest. Sie stöhnte in meinen, vom Kuss noch offenen Mund und ich konnte spüren, wie ihre Scheide kontrahierte. Ich konnte jetzt auch nicht mehr. Ich kam in sie.

So bleiben wir erst einmal liegen. Hätte ich in diesem Augenblick einen Wunsch freigehabt, hätte jetzt die Ewigkeit beginnen können.

Doch irgendwann kam eine Stimme aus dem Hier-und-Jetzt “Das war ja geiler als jeder Porno”. Mein Blut kam langsam wieder im Hirn an und mir fiel Wolfgang ein. Scheinbar ging es Daniela ähnlich. Sie entspannte sich und ich konnte meinen Schwanz aus ihr ziehen. Ich kniete jetzt wieder dort, wo ich vorher schon mal war. Danielas Anblick war jetzt noch geiler. Ich sportlicher Körper glänzte jetzt vor Schweiß und aus ihrer Pussi ran ein dünner Strom aus Sperma und ihrer Nässe und begann einen feuchten Fleck auf dem Laken zu bilden.

Daniela schoss die Beine, kramte nach einer Decke und drehte sich zu Wolfgang. “Man sollte die Vielehe für Frauen einführen”, murmelte sie noch und war beim letzten Buchstaben des Satzes schon eingeschlafen.

Wolfgang und ich sahen uns noch einmal an. Ich sagte “Danke”, er noch “Gern geschehen”. Damit war unter uns Männern alles ausdiskutiert und auch wir schliefen ruckzuck ein.

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TILT

Book I — The Magic Show

Chapter 3 — In Her Box

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Nina made her way down the curved hallway toward the elevator and heard a ding.

A moment later, four young women stepped off in volleyball uniforms from the local community college. Misty had been a volleyball player herself in high school and college, and was one of the top contributing sponsors to the Wildcats Girl’s Volleyball teams. These young ladies had probably just dropped off some flowers and candy to show thanks.

They walked toward Nina and as they got closer she could see they were about nineteen or twenty. Pretty. Athletic bodies. Two blondes and two brunettes.

She looked at the first blonde, with a green top pulled tight against her chest, a white 87 in the middle. Her nice, flat stomach showed beneath, bare. Young, tight, fit. Nina felt her pussy tingle. Her shorts matched her top, and looked as though they were painted on her tight round ass.

Nina stopped walking, and stared at 87. She looked down at her clean white tennis shoes then ran her eyes up the long white socks that went to her knees, and smooth healthy thighs going into teeny, tiny shorts, totally filled by an athletic round ass.

A vision set in. Nina’s sight went monochrome, and then she saw 87 with her hands on the white brick hallway wall, her jersey pulled up over her perky B-cups with small pink nipples. The other blonde was next to her in the same position – hands on wall, tits out. Both had their asses sticking out, shorts pulled down to their tennis shoes.

The two brunettes were on their knees, each with face buried into the ass of their blonde friend, excited              ly eating both pussy and ass. The blondes moved up and down, up and down, dragging their tight slits across the tongues of their brunette partners, who licked and slurped dutifully, both hands squeezing their friend’s ass eagerly giving them pleasure.

Nina walked between the two brunettes, and put her hand on their behinds, rubbing them as they continued to lick and suck their friends. She spanked them with a smack, one then the other. She listened as the two blondes began to moan and curse, their pleasure rising.

“Ooh yes – fuck yes, oh fucking lick me – fucking eat my pussy Jordan!”

The blondes both slid down the wall, to their knees, and pushed their ass further into their brunette friend’s face, which excited them.

Nina slid the shorts down to the knees of the first brunette, Jordan, who continued slurping and sucking her friend’s pussy, her face covered in it.

“Do you like it Kaylee!? Do you fucking love my face in your cunt!?”

Nina smacked Jordan’s ass and ran her hands up and down her ass cheeks and the backs of her legs, before licking her hard from her clit to her asshole. Then she did it again. And again.

“Oooooh fuck yes,” Jordan shuddered.

Nina moved to the second brunette and did the same, and she cried out in surprised pleasure. Soon the two blondes were standing up kissing and fondling each other passionately, legs spread apart while the two brunettes continued devouring them below, and Nina pleasuring them with her fingers, tits pulled out of her corset, and eyes a blazing blue fire.

She came back to reality. The volleyball players walked to pass her. “Excuse me,” one of the blondes said, annoyed. Nina stepped aside as she apologized, “Oh… sorry… I… am a little preoccupied…”

“What the fuck?” she heard one of them mutter as they walked down the hall, giggling. Nina watched them go, still hot and wet from the vision.

As they reached the end of the hall, one of the brunettes stopped and turned her head and stared back at Nina, as her friends kept walking through the exit door. Nina’s eyes burned blue again and she gave a wicked smile. The girl ran out the door after her friends.

???

Nina took the elevator up and got off. There were only two rooms upstairs – the assistants’ dressing room and the star’s dressing room. She walked toward the room on the left. The sign read “Misty Lynn”. Nina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “She loves you. She needs you…” she whispered, and she pushed through the door.

The dressing room looked exactly the same as it had the day before, except for the fresh red roses and chocolates on the side table to the right of the door.

“From the Wildcats with love, xoxo.”

Nina smiled as she remembered the Wildcats downstairs. She felt a tingle.

“No! So close,” she thought. “Focus!”

Nobody was in the room, but Nina heard water running in the bathroom. She saw Misty’s wine decanter near the flowers, nearly full of some dark red wine. This was her chance!

Misty never drank before a show, and this was her personal decanter. However, after the show, that would be the first thing she reached for. Nina could just come along bonus veren siteler like normal for an after-show drink and let everything else happen on its own. It was perfect!

She looked around the room again, and then pulled the vial out of her garter. She eased the cork from the top, silently. She lifted the vial to pour.

“Kristina, is that you!? Please find Holly, we are on in ten!”

The voice jolted Nina, and she dumped in the whole vial of Tilly, and some ran down the side of the bottle.

“Shit! SHIT!” she hissed, and shoved the empty vial back into her garter and tried to wipe the glass with her hands, and then licked it off her fingers.

“NO! Oh! Oh no!” she panicked as she realized what she’d just done.

Misty emerged from the bathroom

“C’mon we have to get down there they’ll be starting the musi…” she stopped mid-sentence as she looked at Nina standing near the door behind the couch.

“I’m calling the fucking cops,” she said flatly as she walked toward her mirror.

“No!” Nina begged as she hurried around the couch to intercept Misty.

“I’m so sorry! Please, let me make it up to you, I can do better!” Nina pleaded.

“Do better!? You grabbed my fucking ass and tried to kiss me, Nina! I’m married! And I’m not a fucking lesbian! I’m calling, you’re dead!” Misty shouted.

“No, please, Misty, I want you to wow Alicia and Brittany tonight! Please, I saw Holly leaving when I got here, she was crying, talking to some boy on her cell. Please, Misty, you… you need me!” Nina begged.

Misty’s face went from anger to worry.

“Holly… is not here!? No, we… we have to have the legs! That’s the main act! The fucking saw box is the main attraction!” Misty began to panic.

“I’m here! I’m ready boss!” Nina motioned her hands excitedly over her costume as to say, “ta-da!”

Misty glared at her for several moments. “Can you keep you fucking hands to yourself Nina!?” she asked with anger.

“Yes! Yes of course!” Nina excitedly nodded. “Misty, I am so sorry about yesterday and…”

Misty cut her off, “You will help us get on with Fawne Faux. After that, I want you out of this show forever.” She stared at Nina with a frown.

Nina was hurt, and went to reply, but suddenly she found herself staring at Misty’s tits through her pink corset. So large and beautiful…

“Are you looking at my fucking tits!?” Misty barked. “Seriously!? Get the fuck out of here, Nina, go get in your fucking box!”

Nina snapped out of it. “Oh, oh… Yes! Yes ma’am I will!” she insisted, anxious and eager to please.

Nina beamed at Misty, and then hurried toward the door.

Kristina walked in, dressed exactly like Nina.

“Nina! You’re back!” she ran and hugged her. Then she caught Misty’s glare.

“Oh. I mean… What the fuck Nina!? Uh… you shouldn’t have done that to Misty!” she told her, half-heartedly.

Misty rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, she’s back in. Holly left, Nina is the legs – just for tonight.”

Kristina smiled and hugged Nina again, tight. “Let’s do this!” she said, excited.

She had been afraid she would never see Nina again, and worse, she’d be stuck working with “Ginger Barbie” the rest of her career. She really disliked Holly. She wasn’t even the right skin tone!

Nina felt Kristina’s hot, soft skin and smelled her clean, fragrant hair and perfume. She felt the Tilly taking hold and it took every ounce of restraint she had left not to latch on to her, tear her clothes off and lick every inch of her body.

“Fuck,” she thought. She couldn’t believe she had licked that Tilly off her own hand!

Her only shot was to hurry down and climb into her half of the saw box, where she could hopefully satisfy herself before the show, and keep her hands inside the box long enough to get through the act.

It was going to be impossible.

She looked at Kristina, then at Misty. There was a flash and she was in another black and white vision.

She watched as Misty stood in the middle of the dressing room, her tits pushed out over her corset as she cupped them with her eyes closed, moaning and gasping.

“Oh, oh yes girls. Oh fuck yes, please, oh yes. This is so wrong and I fucking want it!”

She’s saw herself and Kristina both on their knees on either side of Misty. Kristina was eating out her pussy while Nina kissed and licked her asshole. They fingered one another as they used their mouths on their boss.

“Oh god yes,” Nina sighed.

She came back to reality, and both Kristina and Misty staring at her with confused concern.

“I have to go,” she muttered.

She ran out the door.

Misty looked at Kristina and shook her head. Then she rolled her eyes and sighed, “whatever.” She turned and began finishing her makeup in the mirror, then turned back to Kristina.

“Oh, can you please take my wine down there and grab the whole tray with the glasses. This is special – for Alicia and Brittany.”

???

Nina bahis tiptoed onto the stage behind the curtain, in case the visitors were already seated. The music had already begun and the announcements were cutting in throughout, blaring and obnoxious as usual.

“Welcome to Misty’s Sexy Magic Show. Where beauty and black magic join together to make… one bad ass show!”

Nina climbed head-first into her side of the saw box. She brought her knees in on top of her chest and tried to focus on her breathing. She felt an intense heat between her legs. She slid her body in, all the way to the bottom, bringing her legs in, resting in an upside-down fetal position.

The hyped up techno music and announcements continued around her. “Misty Lynn has been strutting her stuff all over Santa Fe and beyond for fifteen years! Now at thirty-five she’s more beautiful than ever. Get ready for her to knock your socks off! We don’t know what’s going to impress you more – her magical moves – or her giant boobs! HAHAHAHA!”

Nina hugged her legs and closed her eyes. The heat from her body quickly turned the small cramped space into a sauna. Within minutes she was covered in beads of sweat.

Still, the Tilly clouded her mind and being folded together upside down in the hot, sweaty space only fueled Nina’s pussy-lust frenzy. She managed to push her panties down to her thighs and she moaned as she moved her fingers over herself, back and forth, from her asshole to her clit, her pussy hot and slick.

She felt dizzy. She wondered how long she could actually stay upside down in this hot, sweaty box with the Tilly forcing her body into sexual overdrive. It would be another five minutes before the show started, seventeen minutes after that she could stick her legs out, and then finally in twenty minutes the curtain would close and she could step out.

“Fuck it,” she thought as she gave in. She moved her fingers inside herself and she moaned out, “Oh, oh yes, oh oh oh fuck yes. It feels, so fucking good! Oh!”

She saw bright white flash and then she saw Dawn, the Sapphic Sister, the witch with the round cheeks and soft magical touch that loved to be called “mommy”.

It was as if they were back in the witches’ shanty. She could smell the apples and cinnamon and vanilla and citrus, and she felt the familiar comfortable warmth in the soft orange glow. But there was no furniture, no walls. As if they were in some large open space inside the shanty somewhere.

Dawn walked over to her on bare feet, smiling sweetly. She wore a light blue see-through dress. Nina looked at her crotch and found it was bare. She reached to touch her and whispered, “please let me…”

“Shh!” Dawn said as she held her finger to her mouth. She put her face against Nina’s, and whispered.

“Nina, my pretty girl. We must be quiet, so quiet.”

Nina started to ask, “but why do we…”

She felt Dawn’s hand on her stomach, then move down to her panties.

“Just be quiet dear, and I will take good care of you okay?” she whispered.

“Oh… Okay…” Nina sighed.

“Pull them down,” Dawn told her.

Nina obeyed. She pulled her panties down to her knees. She felt Dawn run her hand slowly and gently over her wet pussy lips. She wanted to cry out in ecstasy, but she bit her lip and whimpered quietly instead. Dawn kissed her neck and then whispered into her ear again.

“You’re so close Nina. You want Misty. We promised we would help you get what you came for.” She continued rubbing her fingers back and forth between Nina’s legs.

“Oh god please,” Nina moaned softly.

“All you have to do is stay here with me until they’re ready for you. And be quiet.” She slid her fingers inside of Nina, who let out another whimper.

“I’ll give you everything…”

Nina nodded obediently and she stared into Dawn’s beautiful eyes. She kissed her passionately and pushed herself into Dawn’s fingers, as she grabbed onto her ass.

???

Kristina set the wine decanter up with a set of glasses just offstage on a metal serving cart, and turned to hurry back – five minutes to showtime! Just before she made it backstage she saw light move across the curtains as the auditorium doors opened. She looked over and watched as two stunning middle-aged blonde women walked through the door.

It was Alicia and Brittany. They looked like beautiful movie-stars as they walked in side by side, removing their sunglasses.

Alicia wore a light gray pencil skirt that went just above her knee, showing off her wide hips and narrow waist. Her smooth white legs bare below except for hot pink heels. A matching hot pink belt crossed her waist, and from it a thin white blouse opened up, unbuttoned except for the bottom two buttons above the large buckle, sleeves to her elbows. Her huge 36 E breasts pushed out against the thin material, and her cleavage in full view between the buttons.

Brittany also showed deneme bonusu her cleavage off, her white long-sleeve blouse unbuttoned completely except just above her waist, where it was tucked into a black leather skirt that went down to her knees. Below, her black hose ran into black high heels.

Kristina watched as they slowly made their way to the front row. She stared at their breasts. No way those were real. “Nice though…” she thought with a grin.

She ran to get Misty as the recorded announcer again broke through the music. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Misty Lynn is about come in. Brains, beauty and a big ol’ booty. Oh, and the magic ain’t bad either. HAHAHAHA!”

Alicia looked at Brittany with a “what the fuck” expression. Brittany just shrugged and smiled, and looked back to the stage curtains.

???

Kristina pushed into Misty’s dressing room, out of breath and excitedly announced, “they’re here!”

Misty looked at her reflection. Her wavy dirty-blonde hair shined and curved around her face. Her light blue eyes looked out through black eyeliner and blue eye shadow, over her dark red lips, full and pouting.

A white lacy strap came from behind her neck down her shoulders, and continued all the way down her sides to her hips. A thin pink veil ran between from her chest to her navel, thinly shrouding her breasts and midriff. Her body was nearly visible through the sheer fabric in the right light, breasts large and round and perky with petite pink nipples. A “V” cut between them at top exposed her cleavage.

Her corset straps tied onto lacy white stockings that matched her sides about halfway up her thigh, and ran into light pink high-heels, with a single strap across her ankle. Her panties had lacy white trim with sheer coverings thinly shrouding her mound, which she had trimmed into the shape of a heart.

She looked herself over in the mirror, and turned to check her ass: smooth, round, tight. Perfection.

She grabbed the pink top hat from her dresser and pulled it onto her head.

“Let’s do it,” she said to Kristina, and they walked out the private exit to the stage, confident and silent but for the clicking of their heels against the Play House floor.

???

Nina pushed three fingers deep into Dawn who moaned out in a whisper, “oh yes baby, fuck mommy’s cunt with your fingers, and I will fuck yours with mine. Hmm oh yes, your pussy is so fucking wet and hot — oh! Fuck, fuck hmm…”

They stood intertwined in the warm white-orange emptiness.

Nina had no idea why Dawn referred to herself as “mommy” but she only did it when she was getting extremely hot and wet and excited. Nina had come to love it.

“Yes, mommy fuck me please please please,” she hissed back in Dawn’s ear. Nina pushed down on Dawn’s clit with her thumb and pinched it against her G-spot which she held firm with three fingers. She heard Dawn gasp and try to stifle herself as she cried out, “mmph, oh fuck baby, oh fuck baby yes!”

Dawn grabbed Nina in the same way, in retaliation. Nina gasped and whimpered out, “oh no, oh – oh yes,” and she involuntarily forced herself down on to Dawn’s hand harder. Dawn moved her fingers and squeezed and released rapidly as she sucked and kissed Nina’s neck just below her jaw.

She felt her pussy go into climax and she began to come and squirt out simultaneously as Dawn repeated passionately under her breath, “fuck yes come for mommy, fuck yes come for mommy!”

Inside the saw box, come and ejaculate ran and sprayed from Nina’s pussy through her thighs and calves which were still drawn in against her chest as she writhed in the upside-down fetal position.

The spray splattered onto the box wall just inches in front of her body. The warm, wet salty-sweet fluid dripped down onto her chest, neck, face and hair. She didn’t notice as she continued thrusting in her fingers and grunting and breathing, eyes squeezed shut.

Back in her mind, she and Dawn slowly bent down to the floor as they came hard together, hands squeezing the others’ pussy in rhythm, and struggling to keep their excitement and pleasure to whispers, gasps and panting.

The rhythm slowed and Dawn pulled her fingers out, her hand covered in Nina’s juice. She grabbed Nina’s face with both hands and said, “Fuck yes! Oh god that was fucking amazing! Nina, they’ll be ready for you soon…”

She stuck her tongue in Nina’s mouth, and Nina eagerly kissed her back with long, wet swirls as she continued fingering her.

Dawn ended the kiss and continued, “but I am ready for you now – be quiet!” as she pushed her finger against Nina’s lips. She pushed Nina down onto her back, and began kissing her mouth, then neck, then tits, then navel…

“Remember… quiet. Be quiet, so quiet. But I want you to FUCK mommy’s face hard. I want it Nina, I want your fucking come!”

And with that she buried her face between Nina’s legs. Nina gave a fevered smile and opened her eyes, which flamed like a blue blowtorch.

???

The announcer cut through the music again. “It is time.”

The music stopped abruptly. The Play House auditorium was silent. It felt like a full minute.

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I can’t believe I was paired up with Toni for our anatomy project. Of all people, why did it have to be her?

I’m one of the only openly queer students in this nursing program. Most of my classmates are cool, but things got a bit, well, complicated during anatomy class last week.

Practicing our assessment skills means taking off of our clothing and getting very close to each other. So far we’ve had to identify ribs by touch, feel for the liver, and hear the sounds of the lungs. The majority of my classmates are really mature about these practice sessions. We’re going to be nurses, after all; nudity is part of the job.

Toni seems to be fine practicing with everyone except for me. If I’m honest, I think she might be homophobic, or maybe worried I might seduce her or something.

Last week we were paired together for abdominal assessments. She wouldn’t make eye contact as she listened to my stomach with her stethoscope, briefly touched the skin of my belly, and ran out of the room before I could even pull my shirt back down.

For our final exam we have to perform a cardiac examination in front of the professor. I’m worried about my grade, needless to say. The exam is tomorrow and I don’t even know if she’ll let me practice on her.

I texted Toni this morning: “Hey, do you want to come to my place to practice tonight at 7?”

Her response: “K.”

It’s 7:15pm and she’s still not here. A while later there’s a knock on the door.

I open it and see Toni standing in her backpack. She looks down at the ground as she walks in, not saying a word.

“Nice to see you too, Toni,” I say. I can see her blush and wonder if she’s embarrassed about how awkward she’s been around me.

She sits on the couch and pulls out her stethoscope. Without looking up at me, she says, “I won’t be taking off my shirt today.”

Sigh. Here we go.

“I mean, okay,” I say. “That’s fine, I guess. I’m going to have to touch you, though, are you okay with that?”

She nods and blushes. It’s going to be really hard to learn how to do this exam through her clothing.

“Why don’t you start?” I ask. I pull off my shirt and sit up straight against the the back of the couch.

She blushes again, deeper this time, and takes out her stethoscope. She starts talking to herself as she looks at my chest.

“Second rib, third intercostal space…” She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and I can see that her hands are shaking. Toni exhales deeply and leans in towards my chest. Her trembling fingertips feel their way along the ridges of my collarbone, working their way down to the rib cage. She’s sitting so close to me that her knees dig into the side of my thigh.

Suddenly, she leans away. Her eyes close and she covers her eyes with her hand.

“I, uh. I need you to take off your bra.”

Oh.

“Yeah, sure, no problem.” I reach around behind me and undo the clasp. According to the textbook, it’s easiest to hear the heart right under the nipple line, and I’m really curious how she’s going to handle this.

As she leans forward, her hair falls over my chest and I can smell the rosy scent of her shampoo. Her fingers feel their way along my body and I feel the cold metal of her stethoscope on the underside of my left breast. My nipples harden and I try not to shiver.

She pauses there, listening to the beat of my heart as it contracts, pumping blood throughout my body.

The silence and stillness feels suddenly intimate. Her discomfort melts away as she relaxes into her task, listening to the animal sound of my beating heart. After a long minute she removes the bell of the stethoscope.

Her face hovers near mine as she moves away and, to my surprise, she stays there, so close that I can see my eyes in the reflection of her glasses. Her lips, her soft lips, are close enough to kiss. Her breath is quick and hot near my face. I’m not sure if I imagine it, but her face moves closer for a second, a movement that’s barely perceptible.

Suddenly, she pulls away.

“Where’s your bathroom, Lane?” she asks.

I point, reeling, and she disappears into the washroom.

She stays in there for what feels like forever. I sigh and put my bedava bahis bra back on. As I’m pulling my t-shirt over my head, Toni walks slowly to the living room and sits down on the couch.

“I think you should practice on me now,” she says, folding her arms around her. She’s still looking at the ground.

A theory flashes across my mind: Toni isn’t awkward because she’s homophobic, Toni is awkward because she has a crush.

My frustration and anger slowly morph into sympathy. I’m not sure if I’m right, but the thought makes it easier to be patient with her.

“Sure, Toni. Let me know when you’re ready.”

To my surprise, she pulls off her shirt and sits there, flushed. Her face and neck are red, and small splotches of embarrassment blossom on the skin of her chest.

“Are you okay if I touch you here?” I ask, pointing towards her rib cage.

She nods quickly and pushes her glasses up her nose.

I grab my stethoscope and gently touch the bones of her chest. Her skin is prickled with goosebumps, and I think she’s breathing faster.

“I’m going to listen to you now, okay?”

She nods.

I nudge the metal wire of her bra aside and insert my stethoscope just underneath her left nipple. This would be way easier without the bra, but I don’t want to test my luck here – I need to pass this exam.

I insert the stethoscope into my ear and listen to her heart: lub dub, lub dub, lub dub. It’s beating really quickly.

“Are you okay?” I ask her. “Your heart is beating really, really fast.”

I look up at her and see she’s staring right at me. I put the stethoscope down and move away from her breast. Maybe she just needs a minute.

I’m still sitting quite close to her so I slowly lean forward to get off the couch.

“Wait,” she says, and grabs my arm with her hand.

She pulls me back to sit beside her and stares at me for a minute without saying anything. Then, all of a sudden, she reaches her soft hands for my face and pulls me in to kiss me.

Her lips are shy at first, but then she kisses me harder. I feel her tongue gently push into my mouth and rub along mine. She pulls me in closer, pressing her chest against mine, and sighs into my mouth. I can feel myself growing wet and I have to stop my hips from grinding up against hers. Suddenly, she pulls away.

“I have to go,” she says. Before I can say anything, she’s dressed and runs out of my apartment, the door slamming behind her. Clearly I was right, then: Toni has a crush.

———–

Our test is the next morning and Toni is nowhere to be found. All of my classmates mill around nervously, waiting for their turn in the examination room. Pair by pair, everyone is being called in. We’re up next and there’s still no sign of Toni.

“Where are you???????” I message, texting her for the sixth time.

Suddenly, the door of the exam room opens and the professor sticks her head out into the hall.

“Toni? Lane? You’re up,” she says.

I walk towards the door and look over my shoulder, just in time to see Toni rushing through the hallway towards me.

The exam passes quickly. Toni is steadier than last night, confident in her skills. We both complete the assessments in a few short minutes and are happy to find out we pass.

When we walk out into the hall, most of our classmates are gone. We must have been one of the final pairs to complete the exam.

To my surprise, Toni turns to me and looks into my eyes. “Can I talk to you for a minute? Somewhere privately?”

I nod and follow her as she walks towards an empty exam room at the end of the hall. Most of the professors have gone home for the day, and our classmates will all be in the library by now, cramming for our next test.

She sits on the edge of the examination table and doesn’t say anything. After a moment of silence, she quietly says, “I’m sorry if I’ve been really weird around you.”

“It’s okay,” I say. “Honestly, I kind of thought you might be uncomfortable around me because I’m gay.”

She nods sadly. “I am. I’ve never been with a woman, and I -” she stutters and stops. “I don’t know how to act. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I nod, unsure what to casino siteleri say. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since last night.”

Her face blushes. “Yeah.” she pauses. Quietly, she asks, “Can we do it again?”

She looks up at me. Suddenly, all of her awkwardness seems endearing. I remember how my first crushes on women felt, the rush of adrenaline and the inability to say anything without blushing.

I lean towards her and take her face between my hands. She kisses me more urgently this time, pushing her tongue into my mouth and running it along the edges of my lips. She leans back and pulls me on top of her.

I want to touch her everywhere, to feel the softness of her skin. I kiss the sides of her neck, running my tongue in small circles, and she sighs into my ear. Her hands run through my hair and pull my head closer to her. I straddle her and feel her hips grind against my leg.

Her hand slowly makes its way under my shirt and shyly reaches for my breast. She squeezes gently and I moan quietly into her neck.

She pulls my head towards her face and kisses me again, directing my hand underneath her shirt, too. All of her shyness morphs into an urgent desire for my touch.

I rub circles along her nipple and she pushes her hips into me more urgently. The warmth of her crotch on my leg has my heart beating faster. I need her. My clit swells along the hem of my panties; the friction makes me shiver.

I kiss her neck again and pull her shirt over her head. My tongue runs along the curve of her neck and I plant slow, wet kisses along the skin of her chest.

I’m kneeling over her now, and I pull aside the cup of her bra to take her nipple in my mouth. I want to taste her so badly. As I run my tongue along her hard nipple I can hear her moaning quietly.

I touch her everywhere I can: the soft skin of her stomach, the inside of her arm, and make my way along the inseam of her pants until I’m at the zipper, desperate to feel her clit between my fingers.

I reach for the button of her jeans and she says, “Wait, wait.”

I keep licking her nipple and wait for her to continue.

“I’ve never done this before and I, uh…” She hesitates. I stop kissing her and look into her eyes. “I don’t know what to do,” she eventually says.

“I have an idea,” I say. I sit on the end of the exam table near her feet and slide out of my pants. “Why don’t I show you what I like and you show me the same?”

She pauses for a minute, thinking, and takes off her pants.

We sit across from each other, hesitant, and she reaches in to kiss me again. As her tongue slides into my mouth, I can feel her body shake with the movement of her arm as she touches herself.

I reach for the crotch of my panties and start to do the same. She’s kissing me harder now, and her body bucks forward and back as she starts to feel waves of pleasure.

I slide a finger into myself and feel that I am dripping wet. I slide this moisture to the top of my clit and move side-to-side with slick fingers.

We continue like this until she quietly asks, “Can I watch?”

I nod, reach in for another deep kiss, and then slide to the end of the table. She leans back against the wall and spreads her legs. I do the same.

I can see how turned on she is, her vulva slick and shining in the light. She takes her clit between her fingers and rubs in slow circles, breathing quickly with pleasure.

I continue to pleasure myself, feeling waves of orgasm building. She’s breathing even faster now, staring at my fingers and rubbing herself faster.

“Oh my god,” she moans. “I’m going to cum.”

I crawl across to her and kiss her deeply, touching my clit with one hand and grabbing her nipple with another. Her tongue slides against mine and she cries out into my mouth as she rubs herself faster and faster.

I feel myself nearing the edge, too, but stop touching myself. I want to wait and watch her. I lean back and take in the sight of her, her gorgeous body in the throes of pleasure.

She reaches for my chest, hungrily grabbing under my bra to take my nipple between her fingers. Her hips are bucking even harder now, and she’s moaning louder and bahis siteleri louder.

I kiss her to muffle the sound, and she pushes her hips into me as she cums, her fingers brushing along my pussy as she guides her clit through each pulse of her orgasm.

When she finishes, her breathing slows and she kisses the side of my neck.

“That was really, really hot,” I say. She blushes as she looks in my eyes and then down at my waist.

“Can I try touching you now?” she asks.

I kiss her and nod.

She guides my head to the other end of the table and now she’s straddling me. She licks her way down my chest as she guides her hands towards my pussy, her wet crotch grinding against my leg. She’s soaked with her cum and the feeling of it on my body makes me want her even more.

Her fingers are gentle and quick at first, touching the skin above the hood of my clit and then exploring the lips of my labia.

Once she has touched me everywhere, she says, “you’re really wet,” and reaches for my clit. She kisses me deeply as she rubs my pussy. Unsurprisingly, she’s timid at first, but when my breathing quickens and I start to moan, she rubs me harder.

While she massages my clit she kisses my neck, my nipples, and runs her tongue everywhere she can. The friction of her hands, her quickly moving fingers, is driving me over the edge.

“I’m going to cum,” I whisper into her ear. She moans softly and continues touching me.

She kisses me deeply and the friction of her tongue on mine makes my orgasm break through. I cum in deep waves, moaning as her vibrations pulse through my clit. I feel myself grow wetter and my pussy contracts as my hips buck harder into her fingers.

When I am finished, I exhale and lie back on the examination table. I feel her eyes on me, staring expectantly. I look up at her.

“Can I taste you?” she asks, blushing again.

I normally need a few minutes between orgasms, but she’s so gorgeous I can’t stop myself. “Only if I can taste you, too.”

This time I push her back towards the other end of the table and straddle her face. We’re in a 69 position, and her pussy is inches from my mouth. She is hot and wet and I want to taste her so, so badly.

I slowly lick my tongue down her slit and work my way along her labia. She is sighing softly when she, too, reaches her tongue up into me. After I taste all of her wetness, I make my way to her clit.

I lick her pussy in deep circles. I alternate between fast and slow, and her pelvis grinds into my mouth as she arches her back.

Her tongue is wet and rough on me and I can feel another orgasm building already. Suddenly, I feel a finger, too: she pushes into my pussy and I contract around her. She reaches deeply into me and I gyrate on her hand.

I can hear her moaning into me, and the sound adds extra friction to the movements of her tongue. I swear I could cum again already.

I lift my mouth from her. “Does this feel good?” I ask. She nods, her tongue pressing into me harder.

She stops licking and says, quietly, “It feels so good.”

I start tasting her again, rubbing into her harder, and I can feel her moaning again. Her finger pulses in and out of my pussy, and I am so, desperately close.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I say into her quietly, before I lick her even harder.

She starts moaning and fingers me even faster. My orgasm builds and swells. I nibble her clit between my teeth for a second before I cum loudly with my tongue against her clit. I feel my hips writhe against her face, and her fingers reach deep inside of me.

As my pussy rubs against her, she starts pushing her hips up into my tongue. I’m riding a wave of orgasm, feeling myself grow wet around her hand, when I hear her say, “I’m coming, too,” and her clit swells against my tongue.

She’s moaning now, even louder, and her noises drive another pulse of pleasure from deep within me. I moan into her pussy. As my tongue moves along her clit, her body tenses and she squirts a small stream of fluid onto the table. Her cum sprays into my mouth and I am wild with the taste of her.

When her writhing slows, I ease my movements and lick her everywhere as she moans softly, her body calming.

Eventually we sit up and kiss each other for a moment. I give her my sweater to clean herself and after a quiet moment she looks at me.

“Did I pass the anatomy exam?” she asks.

I laugh. “Yeah,” I say, “You definitely did.”

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“Come and sit in my lap, pretty Angel,” Aphrodite commanded while patting her thighs.

Without hesitation, Evangeline moved up out of the kneeling position she had been in at the Goddess’ feet and crawled into the offered lap. The mortal woman was much smaller than Aphrodite and she felt almost dwarfed when she found herself wrapped up in the Goddess’ arms. Even though the touch was meant to be soothing, rather than erotic, a shiver of pleasure moved over Evangeline when their bare skin connected.

She couldn’t help but nuzzle her face into Aphrodite’s auburn hair, and she let out a contented purr as she found it was as soft as it looked. When the Goddess stroked up and down her spine, Evangeline relaxed even more, drifting in a dream-like state. It was only the burning need at her core that stopped her from falling asleep as she curled up in Aphrodite’s arms. The need to cum again was overwhelming, despite the fact that the Goddess had only just given her the most intense orgasm of her life without even the slightest touch. While she imagined just how it would feel to experience Aphrodite’s fingers touching her, Evangeline curled her hands into fists to fight the urge to touch between her thighs, and her body trembled in her effort to keep control of herself. But the physical sensations still seemed somehow muted as her mind continued to float in its relaxed state, making everything feel fuzzy around the edges.

“Please, Goddess, can I cum again for you?” she asked, her voice sounding far away to her own ears.

“Perhaps. How would my little Angel like to cum, if I allowed it again?” the Goddess asked in her usual sing-song tone of voice. The voice that Evangeline would happily listen to for the rest of her life if she could.

She thought the question over, but her mind kept coming back to the image of the Goddess touching between her thighs, fucking her with those large fingers. Without realising it was about to happen, a loud moan slipped from her lips. Whenever she thought about it, she could almost feel Aphrodite’s touch. Her clit throbbed with its need for attention, and she squirmed in the Goddess’ lap.

“I crave to feel your touch, Goddess. Please, will you touch me?”

Another one of those playful grins spread across Aphrodite’s face. “You crave my touch? But that’s not very specific, Angel. Is this where you crave to be touched?”

The Goddess ran a fingertip along Evangeline’s jaw then, making her shudder slightly with a faint pleasurable sensation. Even though it wasn’t a sexual touch at all, it still caused a tingling sensation deep in her core. She did not know how Aphrodite could evoke these reactions with the smallest of touches, but her entire body was thrumming with such intense arousal.

“Oh, Goddess. That feels good too. But please, will you touch my pussy and make me cum again that way? I feel like the need is driving me crazy.”

Aphrodite only smiled, then picked her up to reposition Evangeline in her lap, so that the mortal woman’s back was leaning against the Goddess’ chest. She let out another loud moan as Aphrodite gripped her thighs and pulled them apart, although that moan was soon drowned out by a sharp cry of pleasure when a large hand slipped between her thighs to brush against her swollen clit through her panties. All it took was that one small touch to send Evangeline spiralling into an intense orgasm that disappeared as soon as the Goddess pulled her hand away again.

In the aftermath, Evangeline was left breathless and shaking, reaching for Aphrodite’s hand in an attempt to bring it back to her dripping sex. But it was no good, and she couldn’t bring the hand any closer, no matter how illegal bahis hard she pulled. The Goddess was too powerful to be made to do anything against her wishes.

“No, Angel. If there is something you need, then you must ask nicely. It is not polite to demand things from a Goddess.”

To make her point clear, Aphrodite brought her hand down hard on Evangeline’s sex, swatting the sensitive flesh with enough force to make the mortal woman cry out. For the brief moment of impact, she was overwhelmed with sensation. Pleasure mingled with the intense sting as the first stirrings of another Goddess-induced orgasm washed over her but, once again, it stopped as soon Aphrodite stopped touching her pussy.

“I’m so sorry, Goddess. Forgive me. Please, will you touch my pussy again, Goddess? I’m desperate. I’d do anything for just one more touch.”

Aphrodite laughed. “Oh, Angel. You shouldn’t offer to do anything for a Goddess. You could end up giving away things that you never dreamed of, in order to satisfy a temporary need. But, seeing as you asked nicely, yes I will touch you again.”

Those last words caused an intense feeling of relief and Evangeline relaxed back against the Goddess, spreading her legs as wide as possible as she waited for another touch. As soon as Aphrodite’s hand slipped down to her pussy, the intense pleasure spread out from her core again, leaving her gasping breathlessly as the orgasm overwhelmed her. This time, though, it was no gentle touch from the Goddess. Now she was rubbing vigorously at Evangeline’s clit through soaked panties, making the mortal woman convulse and shudder as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

The longer Aphrodite rubbed, the longer her bliss lasted. Evangeline did not know if it was one long orgasm being created by the Goddess’ magical touch, or many coming so hard and fast that she couldn’t distinguish one from another. All she could do was moan and cling to Aphrodite’s arm while writhing almost frantically in her lap. Soon, there was nothing but pleasure. Evangeline ceased to be aware of anything besides the intense sensations coming from her core and the sound of the Goddess’ soothing voice whispering into her ear.

“Such a good little human. No need to fight it. Give me your pleasure. It’s mine, and I want it all.”

With each word, Evangeline sank deeper and deeper into this blissful void, opening herself up to all the pleasure that a Goddess could give to her. She wasn’t even sure if she was wriggling and writhing anymore. The only part of her body she could focus on was her pussy and every little spasm and ripple of pleasure that came from it.

When Aphrodite pulled her hand away once more, that euphoric feeling of floating in her own little world of ecstasy vanished, leaving Evangeline feeling somehow desolate. She blinked rapidly as the warm cocoon the Goddess had created for her disappeared and was instead replaced by the darkness of her bedroom.

“Oh no. No, Goddess. Please don’t stop yet. I still need more.” Evangeline didn’t care if she sounded like a junkie. She needed to experience that taste of heaven again.

“More?” the Goddess asked with a chuckle. “You have been here for two hours, having a continuous orgasm, and you still want more?”

Evangeline’s heart stopped for a moment, before beginning its rapid pounding again. Two hours? She thought maybe it had been fifteen minutes, but apparently time became warped when a Goddess was touching you.

Her face flushed as she turned around in Aphrodite’s lap to look into the deity’s beautiful eyes. “Yes, Goddess. I still need more. It felt so good. Please, can I have more?”

Aphrodite’s casino siteleri full lips curved up into a warm smile. “I think this pretty little mortal is already addicted to me. Is that right?”

“I am addicted, Goddess. I admit it. I feel like I’ll go crazy without your touch.”

At that moment, Aphrodite reached out to brush fingertips over Evangeline’s flushed cheek. Her whole body was so hyper-sensitive now that it was almost enough to send her crashing over the edge into bliss once more.

“Are you ready to become my pretty little toy already, Angel? Then I would come and visit you every night so that I could play with you in all the ways I desire.”

A guttural moan emerged from somewhere deep inside Evangeline then. The idea that she would get to experience this kind of pleasure every single night sparked an intense desire to belong to the Goddess. The way her entire body reacted to the suggestion left her in no doubt it was what she needed.

Evangeline nodded her head vigorously, and she leaned forward to press closer to Aphrodite, until her breasts were nestled against the Goddess’ voluptuous curves. “I’m ready, Goddess. It would be such an honour to belong to an actual Goddess. I promise I would devote myself to you and do everything you wanted. I would worship you. Please.”

Aphrodite smiled and wrapped her arms around Evangeline’s waist, holding her close. “Good girl. I think you could even become my favourite toy. So pretty and so needy for me already. What more could a Goddess ask for?”

She whimpered, relief flooding her at the mere suggestion that Aphrodite wanted her, and the only thing she could think to do was to lean even closer to cover the Goddess’ face in adoring little kisses. Words had left her, but she still used her lips to worship Aphrodite in the way that felt most natural.

“Of course,” the Goddess continued, “there would be a price to pay for becoming my possession, Angel. And you may not be willing to pay that price.”

Evangeline paused for a moment, taking in Aphrodite’s words. She couldn’t imagine a price that she wouldn’t be willing to pay in order to see the Goddess every night, but she knew it would be sensible to ask about it, anyway. “What kind of price, Goddess?”

“Well, there are two things. The first is that, as the Goddess of Pleasure, I would demand that your orgasms belong to me from now on. You will only be able to cum whenever I touch you. Whenever I am not here with you, it will be physically impossible for you to cum, no matter how hard you try.”

Without even thinking about it, Evangeline nodded with great enthusiasm. That barely even felt like a sacrifice if she would get to see Aphrodite regularly. “I would happily give you control of my pleasure, Goddess. What is the second one?”

“The second thing is that you will not know the things happening between us are real whenever we are apart. I will leave you with small memories when you wake up, but it will all feel like a dream, and even those dream images will fade soon after waking. So that means you will not have any recollection that you are my pretty little plaything.”

Evangeline’s excitement evaporated quickly. “But why, Goddess? I don’t want to forget about you whenever you’re not here.”

Aphrodite’s arms tightened around her waist, holding her more firmly. “I know, my Angel. And I don’t want that either, but it is to protect you. If you tell others you are the possession of a Goddess, they might either think you are crazy, or someone might try to hurt you. I’ve made many enemies over the centuries, yet they know I am immortal. The only way they can hurt me is through hurting the poker siteleri mortals I care about, and I will not allow that to happen.”

Evangeline let out a soft sigh. While it wasn’t ideal, she could understand the Goddess’ logic. After all, the tales she’d heard from Greek Mythology were all filled with conflict, and even if only half of them were true, she could still find herself in a lot of danger if she wasn’t careful. “Okay, Goddess. I understand. I still want to be yours even if I won’t remember that I am half the time.”

The Goddess smiled widely, beaming with happiness at Evangeline’s decision. “Then shall we begin, my Angel?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Evangeline answered, even though she wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.

A soft gasp emerged when Aphrodite grabbed a handful of her hair, holding her firmly. And as the Goddess began speaking in a voice so soft and melodic that Evangeline couldn’t even make out what was being said, she could only squirm and whimper while her gaze became fixated on Aphrodite’s luscious pink lips. A calmness surrounded her, blanketing her in warmth, while the ache between her thighs only became more urgent. A part of her wanted to strain to pick up what the Goddess was saying, but she was suddenly sleepy, and it seemed like too much effort. Just as her eyelids fluttered shut, Evangeline felt soft lips pressed up against her own and her entire body awakened once more. It was only a brief kiss, nothing but lips brushing softly against hers; but longing surged through Evangeline.

“And it is done, my Angel. You are now mine. Mostly. There is just one more thing that we need to do to seal the deal, so to speak. But I’m certain you will enjoy this.”

“What is it, Goddess?” she asked breathlessly.

“Get on your knees again. A taste of my nectar will ensure that my hold over you is complete.”

With a whimper, Evangeline slipped from her Goddess’ lap and lowered down to her knees, the eagerness to taste Aphrodite still present after the dream she’d had earlier in the night. When Aphrodite lifted her dress and parted her thighs, Evangeline moaned as she saw the Goddess was dripping with an amber liquid that looked a lot like honey.

“Do you want to taste my nectar, little mortal? Do you crave to be mine?”

Evangeline gave a brief nod before she pushed forward, bringing her head between Aphrodite’s thighs. With a hunger she’d never experienced before, she lapped at the wetness that coated soft pussy lips, and she let out a moan as she realised that the nectar tasted as sweet as it looked. The Goddess’ moans filled the air and Evangeline became braver, pushing her tongue past folds to enter the wet warmth at Aphrodite’s core. The sweet taste was as intense and addicting as the Goddess herself, and she shivered with pleasure as she felt the sticky wetness coat the skin around her mouth.

As Evangeline licked deeper and more urgently, desperate for more of the sweetness, her nose nuzzled against the Goddess’ clit, and it rewarded her with another loud moan. Soon enough, her head was being held firmly in place, but she didn’t fight it. She’d happily stay here for as long as the Goddess wanted her. She continued to lap at the sweet nectar, gathering as much as she could on her tongue each time, and she didn’t stop until Aphrodite was shuddering and crying out with her own pleasure.

When she felt Aphrodite pulling her away from her new favourite place, Evangeline whined softly, still craving more.

“No, my Angel. It’s time to stop now. It’s almost morning in your world and I need you to get a little more sleep.”

Before she could protest, she was scooped up into the powerful arms of the Goddess for a moment, before being placed back into her bed. Her eyelids were heavy, and she was only just aware of the soft kiss on her cheek and the whispered command to sleep, before she drifted into a dream filled with soft moans and untold pleasures.

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“I can’t do this anymore” I said unto myself. Desperately trying to get his attention, going from sexy to slutty, my outfits were just pointless. He just did not see me as a woman. To him I was just the perfect little secretary, always punctual, overly creative, always there for him, but I wanted so much more, I wanted to be fucked. There, I said it. Hard and fast, slow and nerve wrecking, I did not care; I just wanted this long hard dick tearing me apart.

Marc Jacobson has been my boss for 3 years now. I started off as a temp at his law firm but I was so competent that he decided to keep me. I did everything from making coffee, to sending flowers to his numerous girlfriends. I was his secretary, his good friend, his back-up, but little did he know that all I ever wanted to be was his perfect little slut.

“Leah, Could you come to the office please?” I heard him say in the interphone. Yes Mr. Jacobson, of course, Mr. Jacobson. I would be happy just to come, period. I tried to repress my hormones as I entered the office, getting a view of his tight derriere while he was looking out the window; everything about this man was so damn sexy.

“Leah, did you find the Jackson’s file?” He asked, without even looking at me.

“Yes Mark, it’s in your left drawer.”

“Oh, thank you”, he finally turned around and looked at me. I was wearing a nice purple blouse, showing off a little cleavage, a pencil skirt, fishnet pantyhose and high heels. He looked appreciatively and said, “Oh, don’t you look sexy today!” This threw me off because he never complimented me before and Heaven knows how hard I’ve tried. I thanked him and proceeded to his desk.

I slightly bent over to take the file from his drawer. I was not sure if I imagined him whistling but I deliberately stick my ass out a little more, giving him a better view of my luscious backside. Then I felt his knuckles brush my ass. I didn’t even hear him moving. He suddenly bended over me and whispered to my ear, “Nice ass” and slowly grabbed the object of his notice. I was startled, where was this coming from, he has never come onto me before. I turned around and looked directly in his eyes and read purpose and desire. I couldn’t believe my chance but I was determined to make the most of it. I said “what are you canlı bahis doing Mark?” He responded, “I’m grabbing your ass” as if it was the simplest thing in the world. He got a little closer to me, slightly pushing me against the desk and whispered, “Leah, I’m going to kiss you”.

Not even giving me the chance to respond, he put his lips over mine, not moving one bit, just tasting. I couldn’t take it so I parted my lips, and I realized that he was just waiting for me. He slid his tongue in my mouth, tasting, exploring, and dancing with mine. He gently bit my lip and slowly grinned at me, making me melt inside. Gosh, the man was a great kisser. He looked at me and just said “Damn” and he kissed me again. This time, not so gently, he possessed me in one kiss, his hands running up and down my body, searching.

He slid his hand on my belly and broke the kiss, bent me a little more on the desk and started unbuttoning my blouse, I started protesting just to see what he would do and he just said “shhhhh” and slowly slid his hands from my neck, passing slowly between my breasts and down my belly to my crotch. He perplexedly looked at me, silently questioning and then smiled, whispered hotly, “you little freak”. Yes, I had no panties on, could you blame a girl for hoping? He kissed me again while groping my boobs, he was not gentle anymore, he slid his leg between mine and was gently grinding on me while he bent and kissed my neck. Putting little love bites all over my throat and whispered “careful, I bite.” To prove his point, he bit me right where my shoulder and my neck met then licked it off, repeating it over and over and I knew I was going to have a major hickey later. Wild at the idea of wearing his mark, I started grinding myself against him, meeting his movements, tilting my hips against his erection. He bent his head and caught a nipple between his teeth through my lacy bra, then he drew it deep in his mouth and hotly began sucking on it. My nipples are so sensitive that I can come just by stimulating them. The friction produced by his leg on my crotch set me on fire and I was on the verge of coming when he stopped. He looked at me and said” not yet”. He then kneeled in front of me and proceeded to take off my heels, he abruptly slid his hands up my skirt kaçak iddaa and yank my pantyhose down, grabbing a handful of ass in the going. I was now half lying on his desk and he slid his hand again up to my crotch, I was dripping wet.

He then said “Now, little girl, we wouldn’t want you to flood those papers, would we?” I got up, turned around and pushed the files that were still on the desk until they fell on the floor. I was about to turn around when he slowly caged me in, he was now grinding his hard cock on my ass. I started moaning, he grabbed one of boobs while his other hand was pulling up my skirt, he slid his hands between my legs and started playing with my pussy, just lightly touching while grinding himself still on my ass and tugging at my nipple. The tri-dimensional attack was more than I could bear, I was moaning loudly, pushing myself against him, on the verge of coming, I know that I would go crazy if he stopped and was relieved when he slowly whispered to me “Come for daddy”. I didn’t let him repeat himself and I reached for my nut, I was gyrating my hips wildly, surprised of this mind blowing orgasm in full clothes but he was not done.

My feet were barely touching the ground again that he violently pushed me on the desk, pulling my skirt all the way up. His eyes were burning hot, menacing flames of desire; he looked ready to self-combust. He opened my legs and ordered me one word “wider”. I obliged and he leaned in, smelling my unique female scent then he put his mouth on me, kissing the lips of my pussy, sucking at them, he then slid one finger inside me, finger banging me while he slid up to my clit and sucked it deep, twirling his tongue against it. He slid another finger, then a third, forcefully fingering me while he was sucking my clit, groaning his desire. Every vibration of his voice adding a notch to my pleasure, I had no more restraints, I grabbed his head, pushing him deeper between my legs, decided not to let go, I was totally using him for my pleasure and he was more than happy to oblige me.

He kept sucking on my clit groaning and he suddenly curled his fingers inside me, found my G-spot and cried out, squirting all over his face. I couldn’t even understand what happened because I never did that before. He kept kaçak bahis licking me, thirsty for me, letting me gather my thoughts. He straightened up and said, “Look at me Leah”, he slowly put his fingers in his mouth and sucked deeply, getting every single drop. His move was so damn erotic, I was overwhelmed.

I already came twice and I already wanted more. Now I wanted his big dick all up in me, making me scream his name. I also straightened up and told him to take off his shirt, while he was doing so I cupped my hands around him, stroking. He groaned softly and said “baby, I am so hard right now, I won’t be able to take much teasing”. I smiled and responded “you take what I give you” and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I always loved his smell, and didn’t resist to the temptation. I unbuckled his belt and yank his pants down, taking his boxer briefs with it. “Oh my, what a monster” 10 inches of perfection sprung at me. I was literally drooling, he looked so fucking delicious. I wrapped one hand around it while my other one slowly wrapped around his balls, gently pulling. I started stroking him up and down, up and down, while looking straight in his eyes. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock and I slid my hand on the head of his dick, spreading the moisture, his loud groan and the way his eyes suddenly shut proved me that he liked what I was doing. I waited until he opened his eyes, then I slowly took the head in my mouth, sucking gently and sliding carefully. His size was making it really difficult on me and I was gagging repetitively.

He suddenly grabbed my head and took over. I stopped sucking and he was using my mouth just like he would use my cunt, grinding, groaning banging my mouth, Mark went wild. He forced himself out of my mouth and said ” I gotta have you now” he slowly pulled out a condom, I grabbed it from his hands and I unwrapped it, sucked a little on the tip and using only my mouth, I slid the condom down his dick, he whimpered and said “That’s quite impressive” I smiled and got up. Losing all control, he pushed me on the desk and grabbed me from behind. He slid his hand up my pussy and slid a finger inside, testing to see if I was wet enough. Relieved he told me to brace myself and slid, deep, fast, and oh so fucking hard. He didn’t take his time, strong long and fast strokes and we were almost there. He suddenly slapped my ass and that put me over the edge, I cried out and lost it. I managed only to keep pushing against him, until he gave one last powerful stroke and gave in.

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Chapter 3: Girl Love

Paige achieved her dream of making the song leader team her senior year. She was the best dancer. She had shed the fifteen pounds that Mrs. Raven demanded. One of the requirements of being a song leader was long hair. The hair was used in a couple of routines to titillate the crowd and make the girls seem more alluring. Paige had natural blonde hair with streaks of darker blonde which hung down just past her shoulders. On this year’s squad there were two African-American girls, one with dark skin, one with milk chocolate skin. There was an Asian girl, two brunettes, and another blonde, seven in all on the team.

The girls on the team worked very hard, at least as hard as any of the NCAA athletes. There were practices three days per week plus dance classes to learn new moves. There were also obligatory appearances at events that the President or the Provost held. It was a major commitment. One of the obligations was the handling and management of the equipment, which was stored in the Athletic Center. Each girl carried her own personal equipment including; combs, brushes, makeup, toiletries, etc. and their pompoms, the cards, the megaphones were usually delivered to the stadium three hours before the game. Each game also included routines prepared especially for that opponent. The equipment for those routines was handled by two girls chosen at random who had responsibility for transporting those supplies from the game back to the Athletic Center. Paige had responsibility for the final game. The Arizona game, the biggest game of the year!

She knew that this responsibility required two people. She was paired with Molly who was notoriously unreliable. All the girls enjoyed themselves on campus. They were all celebrities. However, Molly was a party animal. They pulled that game at the first practice in August. Paige knew that Molly would find a way to weasel out of it or just make Paige take all of the responsibility. Paige had a plan. “Molly, I know we are on ‘pick-up, clean-up’ after the Arizona game. I would be happy to do it myself.” That was music to Molly’s ears. She didn’t bother to ask how or why but she knew that Paige had ulterior motives.

The Monday before the game, Paige innocently asked Iliki if she was going to attend the big game on Saturday night. “Of course. I have been looking forward to it…”

“Good, I have a little sister task for you. A soon as the game is over, come down to the field.”

The game ended in dramatic fashion, just the kind of experience Iliki was hoping for. She yelled and cheered, jumped up and down and never sat down all game. It was glorious. As the stadium cleared with most of the students heading up the stairs to exit, Iliki walked down the steps. She hopped over the low wall and found herself looking up at the press box. What a great opportunity, she thought. ASU is in the Pac-12. Fuck UCLA and fuck USC.

“Iliki, over here.” Iliki bounced over to where the gym bags with the equipment were laid out. “It is my turn to carry the specialty equipment. We call this ‘pick-up, clean-up’ and it requires two girls. My partner bagged and I can use the help.” They put the equipment in four bags, each carrying two, one over each shoulder and made their way out of the stadium to the Athletic Center.

They ran into a number of their friends but Paige was tired and sore and badly needed a shower so she hustled them along, dropping the equipment in the office of Mrs. Raven. “Hey, Iliki, are you going to the Beta party, or can you… I mean I could use a back rub. Come over to my apartment. I have a couple of beers. My roommate is home in San Francisco.” Iliki’s first reaction was to agree. Paige was her big sister and Iliki was still a pledge. Iliki also felt a sense of trepidation. Paige was a lesbian. No, she would not pull anything. Iliki remembered that Paige had once been rebuked and kicked out of the Kappa House for a “physical encounter” that ran against to the sorority’s charter. Iliki felt safe. They walked briskly. At one, point Paige decided to skip, hoping to arrive more quickly. She hoped, more than anything, that she could get her face wet tonight. Ugh, she let out a semi-silent sigh.

Paige walked through the bathroom door, hair disheveled and wet. “I’m going to change. You should grab a beer.” Iliki turned on the TV and was bored. Paige sat on the couch next to Iliki. She smelled so wonderful that Iliki took a deep sniff to bahis siteleri fully experience the sweet scent of the shampoo and perfume on Paige. This may get uncomfortable, thought Iliki. They made small talk. Paige reminded Iliki of the story of the meeting at Kappa House where the pledges were assigned to their big sisters. How Paige lobbied all week with the other girls to allow her to have Iliki as her little sister. She turned away from Iliki on the couch. “Would you rub my shoulders?” That was innocent enough, but Iliki was beginning to experience new feelings. Paige was gorgeous, a perfect ten. But Iliki liked the bodies of boys who were ripped and had a little stubble. She started kneading Paige’s shoulders and Paige made soft sighs of approval.

Paige had seduced other girls, lots of them. Although when in the act, seduction is not the word that applies. Seduction is something that is planned, something that is remembered. Nonetheless, what Paige was doing was pure lustful manipulation. She was pretty good at it, but it required careful moves. Some girls get repulsed when they realize what is happening and bolt. She lost two good friends in high school this way. IIiki required special care. “Rub my neck.” Paige knew that Iliki would be required to run her hands through her damp hair. Hair infused with the essence of jasmine, a major aphrodisiac. “Harder.”

A minute later, Paige pulled the silky pink bathrobe to droop down her back exposing her shoulder blades. “Use your knuckles on my spine.” Iliki complied with the attention of a physician. Paige moaned softly. Paige pulled her arms out of the bathrobe, allowing Iliki to see her strong back muscles. Paige swiftly turned to her left so she could be face-to face with Iliki. “Ikili, I am wildly attracted to you. May I kiss you?” Paige’s gray-blue eyes were wide open and inviting. Her perfect 34Ds were right there. Iliki froze. Paige leaned in, ever so softly. Their lips met, barely brushing. Paige tried another brush. Iliki did not tense up, nor did she verbally object. Paige brushed lips for a third time. This time, Iliki was feeling warm and flushed all over her body, tingling from the top of her head to her toes. Especially in her groin, where she felt she had to tense herself to prolong the feeling. It was a familiar feeling. It was the same feeling she had last weekend with Blake, the sprinter on the track team. When he kissed her she felt a flush in her groin. That led to a nice fuck but now… What now? The third brush of the lips was too much for Iliki to remain composed.

When she felt Paige’s lips she opened her mouth a little bit and used her tongue to probe Paige. This was the exact reaction Paige had waited for, worked for, for three months. Paige felt that familiar tingle. Their tongues danced together. They embraced and kissed deeply for a long time. Paige pulled down the strap of Iliki’s top. First the left, then the right. She pushed it down exposing Iliki’s sexy bra and her wonderful 32C cups. “Turn around.” Ikili turned her back to Paige and Paige unhooked the bra. They were both topless now and embraced again with a long kiss. Paige was hungry to taste Iliki’s nipples so she kissed her way down and helped Ikili lean against the back of the sofa so she could bring her mouth to Iliki’s breasts.

Just like the brush-kisses, Paige had the most gentle, soft and slow tongue that reached out to each nipple, barely touching, teasing Iliki like she had never felt before. The whole time, Iliki ran her fingers through Paige’s thick blonde hair. Next Paige reached her hand down to Iliki’s crotch. It was warm through her leggings and panties. Paige could tell Iliki was wearing panties. Feeling or hearing no objection, Paige ran her right hand under the waistband of the leggings to find Iliki’s underwear. They must have been a thong because Paige felt only a thin elastic band. Probing further into Ikili’s panties, Paige was shocked, pleasantly shocked, and amused, she had no pubic hair. This brought another wave of arousal throughout her body. Sexy Iliki was completely bare. Paige pushed her middle finger as far as the elastic waistband of the leggings and thong would allow. “You are soaking wet.” She was. Paige could only think of the mighty Mississippi, the strong current, the full flow, the slippery shore. They kissed for a few seconds to provide some reassurance for the freshman. “Let’s go to the other room.”

“O…K…” canlı bahis siteleri Iliki was very nervous but her overwhelming need was for satisfaction. She was so worked up by this time, her whole body aflame with desire, the tingling turned into raging heat.

They faced at the foot of the bed and Paige slid her hands to Iliki’s perfect ass. Yes she was wearing a thong and she pulled off the leggings, helping them over Iliki’s knees, down over her calves and slipping them off. On her knees now she was inches away from that gorgeous slit. She was hungry. She was starving. Paige stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down Iliki’s slit, being careful only to touch the labia majora. Seduction requires patience. It is best accomplished by making one’s partner want it, need it. Paige brushed the outer lips again, just as she had done with the kiss. Three times. Iliki needed more, now. She put her right hand at the back of Paige’s neck and pulled her in. That was all the encouragement that Paige needed. She used her strong tongue to probe as deeply as possible seeking out Iliki’s vagina and sweet juices. She found the vagina and was rewarded with a flow of sweet nectar, mixed with a little sweat. Iliki had been jumping and yelling for three hours throughout the game. But Paige loved the taste of pussy mixed with a little perspiration. Paige pushed Iliki’s legs against the bed then pushed her further so she had to first sit on the bed. Paige raised Iliki’s legs. Iliki obliged by scooting herself up on the bed so her head rested squarely on the pillow. Paige got on the bed with her, pulled Iliki’s legs apart and set herself between them. Taking in the experience, finally realizing her fantasy.

Lesbian sex is different, Iliki was soon to understand. If Paige were a boy, he would have jumped right in. Iliki’s previous lovers were aggressive, not subtle, and rather unkind in their movements. They were all anxious to insert, hump, finish, and watch TV. Overly anxious. Anxious to the point of desperation. It made sex unsatisfying. Sure, she had orgasms during sex. Being penetrated by a boy was great. She almost always came, as long as the humping lasted five minutes or more. She timed it once, yes, five minutes was what she needed to get off.

The boys treated oral sex merely as foreplay, a sideshow, something to do in order to do another thing, something to pass through. They were all thinking: “I licked it. I spit on it. It seems wet enough. Now the real show, the main attraction. It was good, enough. Time to feel cunt.” The boys loved her. She fucked five different guys since arriving at ASU, and sucked off two others. Primarily at times of the month when she didn’t want to deal with other things. She was very popular on the row. Most of the fraternity houses knew Iliki and greeted her enthusiastically when she arrived. She saw the eager faces of some of them. Still, free beer was great. If she found a hunky guy, so much the better, but that was not her goal. She could have any boy, any time.

Paige just sat there. Ikili’s legs were over her shoulders. Paige rubbed Ikili’s thighs and calves. This was nice. Paige loved Iliki’s strong legs, strong but slim and super sexy, brown and smooth. So she just rubbed them nicely and kissed them gently. This was different. Not rushed, just two people. Two incredibly beautiful people. “Babe, I would love to taste more of you, OK?” Iliki was past the point of refusal. Paige had teased her already to the point of no return. Iliki had felt Paige’s tongue on her lips, on her breasts.

“Sure.” Paige kissed her way down Iliki’s legs and began enjoying the aroma of pussy when she was only at her thighs. Iliki parted her legs even more. Paige pushed them back so her knees touched her shoulders. Iliki was wide open now. Paige was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, she wanted this moment to last forever, or until morning, whichever came first. On the other hand, she knew she could give this wonderful freshman the pleasure that she would long remember.

Paige ran her tongue over Iliki’s outer lips. Iliki’s pussy lips were thin and clean, barely present. Some girls had lot of junk down there, like Paige. Iliki had a barely protruding clitoris and Paige could see the pink of her inner lips. Paige used her tongue like a scoop, trying to capture as much nectar as possible. With each scoop, Paige elicited a string of pearly clear cream. The cream came in strings. güvenilir bahis This was Paige’s greatest fantasy come true. She could do anything. She was totally in control. Iliki was wide open and already breathing in quick gasps. An orgasm was surely in the near future. Paige centered her attention on Iliki’s anus, her virginal anus, as she would soon find out. Paige probed, Iliki screeched.

“Am I hurting you?” Talking was not possible for Iliki. Concentration was. Did that hot girl just lick my butt? Mmmm was all that came out. “I will take that as encouragement”. This was not like any sex she had previously. This was sweet lovemaking. An experienced woman giving her girlfriend the kind of pleasure that only could occur between…Mmmm. Paige probed a few more times. Each elicited new sounds and new shaking and more fingers pressed into her blonde hair and more pulling her face forward. Now Paige was licking Iliki’s anus like a lollipop. Iliki was moaning louder and louder. Up until now, Iliki was deeply satisfied and it could have ended here—well maybe with a few flicks of her clit and she would explode—and it would have been awesome. But, Paige’s experience was still not fully on display.

While Paige licked Iliki’s anus like a lollipop, she used her right hand to rub Ilki’s clit, not the tip like a boy but the top, the skin above the visible button. That was the place Iliki used to satisfy herself. Only another woman would know this. Tongue in ass, fingers on clit. It only took another few minutes for Iliki to have a massive orgasm that made her scream with joy. First one grunt. Then a louder grunt. Then an even louder grunt and finally a sigh and a giggle.

Girls know that giggle. At this point, the clit is too sensitive to touch. During masturbation the woman knows exactly when to stop. When another person is doing the rubbing or the licking there is usually the point past orgasm when hyper sensitivity causes a giggle or two. Paige got her there. This is exactly what Paige wanted. She came up on her knees between Iliki’s legs to see Iliki’s huge smile, eyes wider than saucers and her breath just beginning to slow down. The tingle between her legs was still warming her body when Paige asked, “May I kiss you?” Iliki could not refuse that.

“Of course, why do you even ask? I am so turned on.”

“Well, my mouth tastes like vagina. It’s not something that everyone enjoys.”

“Come up here you fuckin’ sexy girl.” They kissed deeply.

Iliki could taste her own vagina on Paige’s lips. She had sucked cock a few times while taking a break from fucking guys. Same thing. She had kissed a couple of boys when they stopped eating and started searching out her warm hole as a place to get their dicks squeezed. Same thing. But…not the same thing. Paige was different. Paige was a lover. The others were encounters. Paige deserved more. Iliki was in the moment like never before. Iliki gently pushed Paige off of her and reached down for Paige’s bush. Paige was probably close to orgasm herself. Throwing caution to the wind, Iliki started kissing Paige’s 32D’s. Her nipples were hard and sensitive to the touch. Iliki wanted to please Paige, wanted to please her now. However, she decided to act like a gentle woman lover and not an aggressive man lover. She kissed her way down her body. Down further to Paige’s tight abs. Down further to her belly button. Paige was incredibly excited that the object of her desire was between her legs and about to use her mouth to please her.

Iliki kissed down further and found Paige’s brown, perfectly trimmed, bush soaking wet. Iliki’s sister Sara is blonde and has a dark golden bush. That is interesting. Iliki ran her nose through the bush, making it wet and enabling her to smell that sweet juice. Iliki licked her finger out of habit. She was going to insert it into Paige but Paige was already so wet, she wondered if Paige would feel any friction at all. She inserted one finger. Again, she was so wet and slippery that two or three fingers would easily slide in. One for now. And Iliki concentrated her mouth on Paige’s clit. Paige had fat pussy lips, a protruding clit and clit hood. Iliki licked the hood for a few minutes and Paige started screaming and writhing in joyful climax. That did not take long. Iliki looked up and Paige flashed the largest, the biggest the happiest smile she had ever seen. “My god, that was the best I have ever had”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” What should Iliki say to that. David always told his children, eleven in total, Iliki was fifth, that when in doubt, be honest. It is safer that way.

Iliki: “Paige…that was…my…first…time.”

“No way… No way.”

“Way.” Iliki smiled and nodded.

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Peter und ich genossen die Schwangerschaft und er kümmerte sich um mich hingebungsvoll. Ich musste ihn sogar das Eine oder andere Mal bremsen, indem ich ihn darauf hinwies, das ich nur schwanger bin und nicht krank. Das war einfach zu süß.

Das Gleiche gilt auch für unser ganzes Umfeld. Mein Gott, was haben die nicht alles auf die Beine gestellt. Wir bekamen säckeweise Kindersachen und sonstige Ausstattung. Ich weiß gar nicht, wieviele Teddybären und andere Stofftiere bei uns ankamen. Der pure Wahnsinn, damit hatten wir nie gerechnet.

Dann kam der große Tag und Jonas kam zur Welt. Peter war bei der Geburt, die völlig normal verlief, dabei und er war wohl der stolzeste Mann der Welt.

Nach den anfänglich üblichen Problemchen, die frischgebackene Eltern nunmal haben, lief es in unserer neuen Familie richtig gut. Peter nahm den Kleinen schon mal zur Arbeit ins Büro mit. So hatte ich schnell wieder die Möglichkeit, mein Studium weiterzumachen und erfolgreich zu beenden. Jonas war von Anfang an richtig pflegeleicht und man hatte kaum Schwierigkeiten mit ihm. So fand ich mich dann auch schnell in die Mutterrolle ein.

Etwa ein Jahr später wollte ich ein paar Kindersachen aussortieren. Jonas war für ein paar Tage bei Mama, zu der ich damals noch Kontakt hatte. Ich hatte ein ganz kleines, süßes Jäckchen in der Hand, das Jonas in den ersten Wochen trug. Ich streichelte zärtlich darüber, lächelte und da kam es wieder, mein ja schon berühmtes ominöses Kribbeln.

Ich strich über meinen Bauch und sah mich, vor dem Kleiderschrank sitzend, im Spiegel an. Ja, diese Augen, die ich da hatte, kannte ich von mir selbst sehr gut. Abends im Bett, Peter und ich waren zärtlich miteinander, sprach ich ihn darauf an. Erfreut stellte ich fest, das ich bei ihm wohl offene Türen einrannte und so ließen wir keine Zeit verstreichen.

In den kommenden Nächten hatten wir dann wohl Laura “gebaut”.

Als Peter und ich uns nach etwa 4 Jahren an das Leben mit 2 Kindern gewöhnt hatten und Beide aus dem sogenannten Gröbsten raus waren, hatten wir mal einen ganz üblen Tag erwischt.

Ich weiß nicht mehr warum, aber ich war schon den ganzen Tag auf Krawall gebürstet. Ein Tag, an dem ich mich selber nicht leiden konnte. Zuerst reagierte Peter wie immer, ruhig und gelassen. Das aber nervte mich total. Irgendwann fing Peter an zu motzen, weil ich alles an ihm ausließ. Das aber nervte mich dann auch. Dann kamen noch die Kinder dazu, die sich auch schon den ganzen Tag rumstritten. Ich stand kurz vor der Explosion. Und die kam dann, als es auch Peter reichte. Ich hatte ihn mal wieder angemacht, eigentlich ohne Grund, und plötzlich brüllte er zurück, das der Putz von der Wand bröckelte. Sogar die Kinder waren die ersten 3 Minuten ruhig.

Tja, jetzt aber war alles gelaufen und wir sprachen kein Wort mehr miteinander.

Abends dann, wurde ich dann doch kleinlaut und wollte mich bei Peter entschuldigen. Peter war zwar noch immer schwer angefressen, aber er war ja nie wirklich nachtragend. Also nahm er mich in den Arm und der schönste Teil eines Streits, die Versöhnung, kam.

Wir schliefen in der Nacht 2 Mal miteinander und ließen dabei den ganzen Frust des Tages raus. Genau in dem Moment, als Peter das zweite Mal in mir kam, fiel mir etwas ein und ich musste lachen. Peter erstaunte und fragte mich, noch außer Atem, was denn so lustig wäre. Ich griff neben das Bett in meine Kommode und holte die Packung mit den Kondomen raus: “DAS ist lustig.” Peter guckte mit riesengroßen Augen auf die Packung und seine Augen schrieen förmlich zwei Worte heraus: “Oh nein!!!”

Oh doch. Aber um ehrlich zu sein, für mich war es sowas von total in Ordnung, falls es doch noch unerwartet zu einem familiären Nachschlag käme. Im Grunde war das ja Einer der Gründe, warum ich seit Jahren keine Pille mehr nahm und wir uns einig waren, nur noch Kondome zu benutzen. Am Ende des Streits und im Überschwang der Versöhnung hatten wir aber gar nicht mehr daran gedacht. Wir hatten es schlicht und ergreifend vergessen. Also kam das, was dann eben irgendwann so kommen muss, wenn die unteren Körperregionen das Denken übernehmen. Zwei Tage später vernahm ich dann auch ein leichtes Ziehen im Bauch, was ich immer bekam, wenn sich die Schwangerschaft illegal bahis ankündigte. So war es bei Jonas und Laura, und so eben auch jetzt.

Nach ein paar Wochen bekamen wir von meiner Ärztin die logische Antwort. Es war mal wieder soweit, Jana war unterwegs.

Danach ließ ich mir die Spirale einsetzen. Ein “Unfall” war völlig ausreichend.

Kurz nach dem ersten Geburtstag von Jana, kam der Moment, den eine Frau unglaublich glücklich macht, wenn sie ihren Mann liebt. Nämlich der, wenn der Mann plötzlich vor der Frau niederkniet und um ihre Hand anhält. Peter machte mir tatsächlich einen Antrag. Ich weiß gar nicht mehr, ob ich überhaupt Ja gesagt hatte. Ich nahm ihn einfach nur total überwältigt in den Arm. Lange nach der Hochzeit meinte Peter, ich wäre ihm immernoch eine Antwort schuldig. Also hatte ich wohl nicht Ja gesagt, was aber jetzt offensichtlich doch wohl ziemlich egal war.

Jetzt wandelte ich mich von Sandra Kowalski in Frau Sandra Weber.

Ein paar Jahre später war die Arbeitswelt von Peter Vergangenheit. Er ging in Rente und kümmerte sich intensiv um die Kinder und um den Haushalt, und auch um mich. Unserem Drang nach Sex tat das alles keinen Abbruch. Wir schliefen nicht mehr so oft miteinander, weil wir durch die Kinder und meiner Arbeit nicht mehr so oft dazu kamen. Unser Sex war nicht mehr so wild und ungezügelt, dafür aber intensiver. Wir liebten es, uns schier endlos zu streicheln und zu liebkosen. Meine Figur konnte ich, trotz der drei Geburten, weitestgehend halten. Nur bei meinen Brüsten schlug jetzt doch allmählich die Schwerkraft zu. Waren sie früher trotz der Größe sehr fest, so hängen sie jetzt etwas. Was Peter aber keineswegs davon abhielt, sich eingehend mit ihnen zu beschäftigen. Er liebte meine Brüste und ich liebte es, wenn er sie beim Sex durchknetete und fest an ihnen saugte. Und es machte Peter unheimlich an, wenn er auf mir lag und meine Brüste bei seinen Stössen auf und ab hüpften. War es früher nur Eine von vielen Spielvarianten, so hatten wir Beide jetzt eine Vorliebe dafür, wenn Peter zwischen meinen Brüsten kam und sein Sperma auf ihnen verteilte.

Ich erinnere mich, als wir mal zum Shoppen in der City waren. Irgendwann überkam es uns und wir verdrückten uns in eine dunkle Ecke, wo uns niemand sehen konnte. Ich kniete mich vor Peter und öffnete die obersten Knöpfe meiner Bluse. Peter schaute sich schnell prüfend um, öffnete seine Hose und schob seinen schon harten Schwanz unter meinen BH. Ich drückte meine Brüste zusammen und rieb sie an seinem Schwanz auf und ab. Nicht lange und Peter legte seine Hände auf meine Schultern und drückte mich fest an sich. Er spritzte mir zwischen die Brüste unter meinem BH. Als er fertig war stand ich auf und schloss meine Bluse wieder. Ich fühlte sein Sperma von meinen Brüsten an meinem Körper herablaufen, was mich aber nicht mal störte, sondern sogar anmachte. Zuhause angekommen gab es für uns kein Halten mehr und wir schafften es nicht mal mehr ins Schlafzimmer, sondern fielen gleich in der Diele übereinander her. Unser Stöhnen und Keuchen war wahrscheinlich im ganzen Hausflur zu hören.

Die Kinder wuchsen heran, Peter genoss sein Rentnerleben und ich ging meiner Arbeit nach.

Wenn Lauras, ich sag mal, Eigenarten nicht gewesen wären, wir wären eine Bilderbuchfamilie gewesen.

Heute ist Jonas 25 Jahre alt und schon so lange mit seiner Denise zusammen. Die Beiden planen, im nächsten Jahr heiraten zu wollen. Er hat einen guten Job und bildet sich darin immer weiter. Mit Denise werde ich wohl eine Schwiegertochter bekommen, wie man es sich wünscht. Und so, wie ich die Beiden sehe und kenne, dürfte es nicht lange dauern, bis sie mich zur Oma machen.

Einen solch geregelten Lebenswandel hätte ich mir bei Laura auch gewünscht. Sie aber schlägt einen ganz anderen Weg ein. Sie ist jetzt 23 und geht schon seit Langem ihre eigenen Wege. Schon mit 15 riss sie mehrfach von zuhause aus und war tagelang verschwunden. Irgendwann stand sie dann wieder vor der Tür. Seit dieser Zeit läuft sie mit Piercings im Gesicht rum, kleidet sich fast nur schwarz, gibt nur patzige Antworten und überhaupt “geht ihr Alles auf den Keks”.

Überhaupt war ihr das Wort “Verantwortung”, casino siteleri oder “Zuverlässigkeit” immer ein Fremdwort. Ich muss gestehen, das weder ich, noch Peter so richtig Zugriff auf sie hatten. Ich meine, ihren eigenen Kopf hatte sie schon immer, auch als Kind, was sich vor Allem in der Schule bemerkbar machte. Sie schwänzte oft und trieb sich rum. Trotzdem war aber bis dahin alles irgendwie noch händelbar. Aber jetzt?

Von ihrem Umgang möchte ich lieber nicht reden. Ich glaube, keiner von Denen geht einer geregelten Tätigkeit, oder überhaupt einem halbwegs geregeltem Leben nach. Ich hab sie mal vor einer Weile mit einigen ihrer Freunde gesehen und was ich da sah, hat mich als Mutter erschreckt. Da wurde gekifft, Alkohol getrunken und laut rumgepöbelt.

Ich weiß bis heute nicht, warum sie so aus der Art schlägt. Ich dachte viel über mich selbst nach und versuchte hinterzusteigen, ob ihr vielleicht irgendetwas fehlte, oder ob wir irgendeinen Fehler gemacht hätten.

Da ist Jana schon aus ganz anderem Holz. Sie, mit ihren jetzt 19 Jahren, ist das genaue Gegenteil von Laura. Sie war und ist immer nett, freundlich zu Jedermann, hilfsbereit, lernwillig, und was weiß ich noch.

Auch sie hat, wie ich damals, ihr Abitur gemacht und studiert seit einigen Monaten Betriebswirtschaften. Sie ist ein Mensch geworden, bei dem man sagen kann: Wenn sie erscheint, geht die Sonne auf. Wenn sie jetzt noch irgendwann den Richtigen kennenlernt, glaube ich, geht ihr Stern vollends auf.

Leider schlief zu Mama der Kontakt nach Lauras Geburt ein. Sie rief danach noch einmal kurz an und gratulierte uns. Das war ´s. Von Janas Geburt wird sie gar nichts wissen, befürchte ich. Vor etwa einem Jahr überredete Sonja mich dazu, einmal nach Mama zu forschen, was ich auch tat. Ich bekam auch eine Adresse und eine Handynummer. Zuerst überlegte ich, ob ich mal da hinfahren sollte, aber ich war mir unsicher. Also schrieb ich ihr einen langen Brief, auf dem ich leider nie eine Antwort bekam. Ich versuchte, sie anzurufen. Nach mehreren vergeblichen Versuchen ging auch Jemand ran, wartete ein paar Sekunden, in denen ich sie rief, aber es wurde wortlos aufgelegt. Seitdem habe ich nie mehr etwas gehört, Sonja auch nicht. Was aus ihr geworden ist, warum sie sich dermaßen von uns, von mir zurückzog, ich weiß es bis heute nicht. Peter habe ich nie davon erzählt. Vielleicht hätte ich es tun sollen.

Dann kam vor etwa 2 Jahren der Tag, der alles verändern und mein Leben komplett auf den Kopf stellen sollte.

Ich kam von der Arbeit nach Hause. Ich schloss die Türe auf und ging rein, niemand war zu sehen und zu hören. Jonas war wohl mal wieder bei Denise. Von Laura hatte ich auch schon seit Tagen nichts gehört und auch Lara war wohl irgendwo unterwegs.

Ich rief: “Hallooo, ich bin wieder dahaa!” Ich bekam keine Antwort. Von der Diele aus lugte ich Richtung Wohnzimmer. Der Fernseher lief und ich sah Peter auf der Couch sitzen. Sein rechter Arm hing an der Lehne herab und die Fernie lag auf dem Boden. Ich sah Peters halben Hinterkopf. Offensichtlich war er mal wieder vor dem Fernseher eingeschlafen. Na ja, war ja nichts Neues. Also zog ich Jacke und Schuhe aus und ging in die Küche, um etwas zu Essen zu machen. Währenddessen schrieb ich Jonas eine Whatsapp, ob er und Denise zum Essen kommen wollten. Gleich kam die Antwort, das sie wohl schon unterwegs wären. Ich freute mich und fing gleich mit der Zubereitung an.

Kurz bevor das Essen fertig war, ging ich ins Wohnzimmer, um Peter zu wecken.

Als ich zur Couch kam und die Fernie aufheben wollte, sah ich zu Peter. Ich wunderte mich, das sein Gesicht so aschfahl war. Ich wollte ihm über den Kopf streicheln, seine Stirn war eiskalt und er regte sich nicht. Ich sprach ihn an: “Peter? Schatzi?” Keine Antwort. Ich bekam ein seltsames, mir unbekanntes und undefinierbares Gefühl. Ich wollte ihn sanft an der Schulter rütteln, aber er fiel leblos zur Seite. Ich erschrak fürchterlich und rief panisch: “Peter!!! Was ist mit dir?” Keine Reaktion. Jetzt bekam ich einen Schlag und schrie: “PETEEER!!!” Ich schob den Tisch beiseite und hockte mich vor ihm auf den Boden und rüttelte ihn schreiend: “PETER, SAG WAS!!!” Er bewegte sich nicht.

Ich poker siteleri weiß nicht, irgendwie brachte ich es fertig, den Notarzt zu rufen. Nach ein paar Minuten kam er auch, in Begleitung von Jonas und Denise, die wohl zufällig gleichzeitig mit dem Arzt kamen. In der Zwischenzeit realisierte ich, was wohl passiert war. Ein Sanitäter setzte sich zu mir, während der Arzt Peter untersuchte. Nach nur ein paar Sekunden vernahm ich verschwommen nur noch den Satz des Arztes: “Es tut mir Leid, Frau Weber, aber …” Mehr bekam ich nicht mehr mit. Mir wurde schwarz vor Augen und ich kippte um.

Als ich wach wurde, lag ich im Bett. Neben mir saß ein Sanitäter, der mich versorgte und ich sah Jonas am Fußende sitzen, mit Tränen im Gesicht. Ich versuchte, mich aufzusetzen, während ich fragte: “Was ist mit Pe….” Weiter kam ich nicht und fiel wieder zurück. Der Sanitäter sprach leise zu mir: “Bitte bleiben sie liegen, Frau Weber. Ich habe ihnen ein Beruhigungsmittel gegeben.” Wieder fragte ich: “Was ist mit Peter?” Jonas kam zu mir und blickte kurz zum Sanitäter, der ihm zunickte: “Mama, Papa ist gestorben.” Ich wollte es nicht wahrhaben und schaute ungläubig auf den Sanitäter, der mich unterrichtete: “Frau Weber, ihr Mann hatte eine Herzattacke und ist wohl sanft eingeschlafen. Es tut mir Leid.”

Peter wurde 73 Jahre alt.

Das ist jetzt 2 Jahre her. Für mich brach eine Welt zusammen und ich kann es irgendwie heute noch nicht fassen. Die ersten Wochen waren für mich einfach grauenhaft. Ich sprach mit Niemanden, außer meinen Kindern. Ich saß nur noch da und schaute auf die Stelle, auf der Peter saß, als ich ihn fand.

Meine Kinder machten sich Sorgen um mich und kümmerten sich hingebungsvoll um mich. Sogar Laura, von der ich es am allerwenigsten erwartet hätte. Auch Denise, Jonas´Freundin, sowie Jens und seine Jasmin unterstützten uns, wo es nur ging.

Nach ein paar Wochen begann ich, Peters Sachen durchzusehen, denn es musste ja irgendwie weitergehen. Dabei fiel mir seine Geschichte in die Hände. Das ich sie jetzt weiter geschrieben habe, ist auch ein weiterer Versuch der Verarbeitung des Erlebten, aber so wirklich begreifen werde ich es wohl nie.

Peter war, von Jens abgesehen, mein erster Mann in meinem Leben und er hat mich zur glücklichsten Frau der Welt gemacht und ich bin ihm unendlich dankbar für all die Jahre, die ich mit ihm und unserer Familie verbringen durfte. Und auch dafür, das er mich damals nie aufgegeben, sondern mir die Chance auf ein zweites, wunderschönes Leben gegeben hatte. Ein Leben, wie ich es immer gewollt hatte. Er war, ist und bleibt das Beste, was mir je passieren konnte.

Vor ein paar Monaten hatte ich mit Jonas Streit. Er meinte es nur gut und schlug vor, die Wohnung komplett zu renovieren und vielleicht auch mal ein paar neue Möbel zu kaufen. Ich wollte nicht, denn das wäre für mich etwas Endgültiges. Ich meinte, man könne Peter doch so nicht einfach aus dem Leben streichen. Jonas redete auf mich ein, bis ich etwas die Geduld und Nerven verlor und ihn anschrie. Im Nachhinein tat es mir wahnsinnig Leid, denn er wollte mir doch nur helfen.

Ein anderes Mal lernte ich im Supermarkt einen Mann in meinem Alter kennen. Wir gingen auch ein paar Mal aus und er erfuhr von Peter. Thomas, so hieß er, war sehr verständnis- und rücksichtsvoll. Ich gebe zu, unter anderen Umständen, wenn es Peter nicht geben würde, wäre Thomas sicherlich eine Überlegung wert gewesen. Aber jetzt?

Irgendwann versuchte Thomas, sich mir zu nähern, aber ich ließ es nicht zu und nach kurzer Zeit trennten sich unsere Wege wieder.

Ich konnte es einfach nicht. Peter ist einfach noch immer zu präsent. Sogar sein Bett wird immernoch von mir gemacht, wie eh und je. Ich ertrage einfach die Leere nicht. Jetzt liegt mein uralter Teddy, mein Freund in allen Lebenslagen, an Peters Stelle und symbolisiert ihn.

Manchmal, wenn ich Nachbarn im Treppenhaus höre, denke ich, das Peter jetzt nach Hause kommt und ich warte auf das Klappern des Schlüssels beim Öffnen der Tür. Aber die Tür bleibt geschlossen. Peter kommt nicht.

Morgens werde ich schon mal wach und glaube, das Surren des Rasierapparates zu hören. Ich stehe erwartungsvoll auf und gehe ins Bad, aber da ist niemand und der Rasierer liegt unberührt an seiner Stelle, wo er immer lag.

Mein Herz, meine Seele, mein ganzes Ich ist bei Peter, darum wird auch in Zukunft kein anderer Mann seinen Platz bei mir einnehmen können.

Ich danke dir für Alles, mein Schatz.

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Wie ich es gewohnt war, vergingen die Tage immer mehr wie im Flug. Die einzige Abwechslung gab es für mich, wenn Gertrud morgens ihren Kaffee trank. Sie sah jeden Morgen zu mir und prostete mir mit ihrem Kaffeebecher zu. Manchmal holte sie auch ihr Handy heraus und aktivierte den Vibrator an meinem Kitzler und bescherte mir auf diese Weise einen oder zwei Höhepunkte, um meine Lust anschließend so weit es ging zu steigern und den Vibrator kurz vor dem nächsten Höhepunkt auszuschalten.

Doch weder das, noch das nahende Osterfest schafften es, mich für mehr als einen Augenblick aus meinem Dämmerzustand zu holen.

Erst, als ich Gertrud eines Morgens wieder am Imbiss stehend auf ihr Handy drückte und sich nicht der Vibrator einschaltete, sondern ich mich wieder bewegen konnte, wurde ich nahezu schlagartig in die Realität zurück geholt, denn ich schaffte es nicht, meine Position zu halten und meine Arme sanken etwas ab. Dadurch geriet ich etwas aus dem Gleichgewicht und musste mich schnell an der Lehne des Stuhls abstützen, um nicht zu fallen.

Ich sah, wie Gertrud mit dem Kopf schüttelte, dabei aber breit grinste, bevor sie aufstand und zum Laden kam.

Sie blieb kurz vor dem Schaufenster stehen, hauchte an die Scheibe und zeichnete mit dem Finger ein Herz auf diese Stelle. Da gerade außer ihr niemand zu sehen war, spitzte ich kurz die Lippen zu einem Kuss, bevor sie aus meinem Blickfeld verschwand und in den Laden kam.

Kurz darauf hörte ich, wie Gertrud und Heike sich hinter mir unterhielten. Zuerst bekam ich nicht viel mit, doch dann sagte Heike: »Deine erste Kundin hat abgesagt. Sie ist befördert worden und ich soll dir von ihr einen herzlichen Dank ausrichten.«

»Warum sagst du das denn erst jetzt?«, fragte Gertrud. Ich hörte, ihre Schritte auf dem Boden und sie betrat das Schaufenster, zog die Vorhänge zu, fasste meine Hand und zog mich mit sich aus dem Schaufenster, durch den Laden, an Heike vorbei, die uns erstaunt hinterher sah, die Treppe hinauf und in eines der Zimmer. Dort angekommen öffnete sie, ohne etwas zu sagen, den Reißverschluss meines Kleides und riss es mir förmlich vom Leib, bevor sie mich zum Bett schob und mich einfach hinein stieß. Ich sah ihr erstaunt dabei zu, wie sie sich selbst ebenfalls auszog, ins Bett sprang und regelrecht über mich herfiel. Sie küsste mich am ganzen Körper und als sich unsere Lippen trafen, raubte sie mir mit einem endlos langen Kuss den Atem.

»Das wollte ich schon seit ein paar Wochen machen, aber jetzt ist Ostern vorbei und du brauchst sowieso ein neues Outfit«, sagte sie, während wir uns gegenseitig überall streichelten.

Ich spürte ihre Hand auf meiner Brust, die Andere zwischen meinen Beinen. Langsam ließ ich meine Hand ebenfalls zwischen ihre Beine wandern und begann damit, sie dort sehr intensiv zu streicheln.

Es dauerte nicht lange, bis sie, während wir uns küssten, laut in meinen Mund stöhnend kam. Doch wir hörten nicht auf, uns zu streicheln und ich bewegte meine Lippen ihren Hals entlang nach unten, während meine Hand noch immer ihre Muschi verwöhnte. Ich küsste ihre Brüste, spielte mit meiner Zunge um ihre fest hervorstehenden Nippel und saugte diese leicht ein, was ihr ein wohliges Stöhnen entlockte.

Schließlich bewegte ich meine Lippen weiter auf ihrer Haut entlang nach unten, über ihren flachen Bauch, durch ihren Nabel und am Ende zwischen ihre Beine. Sie stöhnte laut auf, als ich meine Lippen um ihren Kitzler legte, während mein Finger noch in ihr steckte und ich diesen mit der Zunge umrundete.

Als ich spürte, wie ihr Körper anfing, zu zucken und sich ihre Muschi verkrampfte, zog ich meinen Finger aus ihr heraus und begann damit, mit der Zunge ihre Schamlippen zu umkreisen, diese mit den Lippen zu massieren und die Zunge wieder und wieder in ihre sehr feuchte Spalte zu bewegen.

Während ich meine Lippen unablässig über ihre Schamlippen gleiten ließ, nahm ich mit der Zunge ihre Feuchtigkeit auf. Durch den Überzug in meinem Mund dauerte es etwas, bis ich das Aroma aufnahm. Sie schmeckte gut, fand ich. Der Geschmack war leicht herb mit einer süßlichen Note und das Aroma erinnerte mich an Heu und frisch geschnittenes Gras. Ich versuchte, so viel davon zu bekommen, wie nur möglich und ließ meine Zunge immer tiefer in sie gleiten.

Schließlich schien sie es nicht mehr auszuhalten. Sie fasste meinen Kopf und drückte ihn fest zwischen ihre weit geöffneten Beine. Ich bemühte mich nun so gut es ging, ihren Kitzler zu verwöhnen und spürte erneut ihren Körper zucken und ihre Muschi sich verkrampfen. Sie kam laut stöhnend und zuckend, dann schob sie meinen Kopf zurück und streichelte diesen langsam.

Während ihr Atem sich langsam beruhigte, rutschte ich wieder im Bett nach oben um mich neben sie zu legen. Ich war zwar noch immer hochgradig erregt und sehnte meine Erlösung herbei, doch auf eine mir bisher unbekannte Weise fühlte ich mich auch so befriedigt, wie schon lange nicht mehr. Ich streichelte sie sanft, lehnte meinen Kopf an ihre Schulter und schloss die Augen.

»Ich türkçe bahis bin anscheinend nicht die erste Frau, mit der du im Bett warst«, sagte sie leise, während sie meine Seite streichelte.

Ich hielt kurz inne und fragte mich, wie ich ihr antworten sollte, denn egal, ob ich nickte oder den Kopf schüttelte, wäre es die falsche Antwort gewesen, also wog ich den Kopf hin und her. Und tippte ihr sacht mit dem Zeigefinger auf die Brust.

»Was?«, fragte sie und hob den Kopf, um mich eingehend anzusehen. »Du hast sowas das erste Mal getan?«

Nun nickte ich und gab ihr einen Kuss auf die Wange.

»Ich bin wirklich die erste Frau, mit der du im Bett bist?«

Wieder nickte ich.

»Dafür war das aber ganz schön … wow«, sagte sie.

Es freute mich, daß es ihr so offensichtlich gefallen hatte. Ich hatte doch nur das getan, was ich selbst gerne hatte. Doch dies würde ich ihr im Moment kaum begreiflich machen können.

Wir blieben noch lange im Bett liegen und streichelten und küssten uns immer wieder. Ich schaffte es noch zwei Mal, ihr einen Höhepunkt zu schenken. Einmal mit den Fingern und ein weiteres Mal mit meinem Mund. Es war eine sehr intensive Erfahrung für mich, ihre Lust zu schmecken, zu riechen und zu hören und ihren Höhepunkt zu spüren.

Meine Erregung war noch immer nicht abgeklungen, als ich bereits wieder im Schaufenster hockte. Dieses Mal trug ich einen Harness aus Lederriemen, eine schwarze Lederhaube mit Katzenohren, ein ledernes Halsband und an meinen Fingern steckten Krallen. Ich hockte auf allen Vieren, die Beine auf dem Boden und, mich auf der linken Hand abstützend, den Oberkörper weit erhoben. Die Rechte hatte ich ausgestreckt, wie eine Katze die gerade kratzen will.

Dieses Mal hatte Gertrud darauf verzichtet, mich mit ihrem Handy bewegungsunfähig zu machen, doch natürlich bewegte ich mich keinen Millimeter und schaute, den Kopf etwas zur Seite geneigt, auf den Euroladen gegenüber.

Ich wusste nicht, wie lange ich hier schon hockte, doch auf meiner Hand hatte sich bereits eine dünne Schicht Staub abgesetzt, als auf einmal eine Frau vor mir stand und mich sehnsüchtig anschaute. Es dauerte einen Moment, bis ich realisierte, daß es Erika war, die vor mir stand und mir nun zuwinkte. Sie blieb eine Weile stehen und schaute mich an. Es sah aus, als ob sie unschlüssig war, doch schließlich ging sie nach rechts und ich folgte ihr neugierig mit dem Blick, wobei ich natürlich meinen Kopf bewegen musste, bis sie zur Ladentür ging und eintrat.

Vor mir sah ich eine Bewegung. Eine Frau sah mich erschrocken an und schüttelte ungläubig den Kopf.

Ich erschrak selbst darüber, daß ich sie anscheinend erschreckt hatte und drehte den Kopf so schnell es ging wie er so, wie er vorher war. Wieder erschrak die Frau etwas und starrte mich ungläubig an. Sie schien mich von oben bis unten zu betrachten und klopfte auf einmal an die Scheibe, doch ich ließ mich nicht dazu verleiten, mich noch einmal zu bewegen. Die Frau blieb noch einige Minuten stehen, bis sie schließlich den Kopf schüttelte und nach rechts aus meinem Blickfeld verschwand.

»Hallo, Erika«, hörte ich auf einmal Ingrid hinter mir sagen. »Ich habe mich schon gefragt, ob du den Mut aufbringst, her zu kommen. Es ist ja schon ziemlich lange her.«

»Entschuldigung, für so lange habe ich vorher keinen Urlaub bekommen«, hörte ich Erika leise sagen. Anscheinend standen die Beiden ziemlich nah hinter mir.

»Setz dich«, sagte Ingrid und eine Weile herrschte Schweigen.

»Ich möchte, daß du dir diesen Vertrag sehr gründlich durchliest. Er gilt so, wie er da steht. Ich werde ihn nicht ändern. Entweder du unterschreibst ihn so, wie er ist, oder du gehst nach Hause und genießt deine sechs Wochen Urlaub, bevor du wieder zur Arbeit gehst«, sagte Ingrid.

Wieder herrschte Schweigen. Vermutlich las Erika gerade den Vertrag.

»Ja, du wirst meine Sklavin sein. Ich werde dich so erziehen, wie ich es für richtig halte und wie ich es möchte. Natürlich werde ich das Augenmerk besonders darauf legen, dich zu einer Schaufensterpuppe zu erziehen, aber ich werde dich auch dazu erziehen, jeden Befehl von mir ohne Widerspruch auszuführen«, hörte ich Ingrid sagen.

Wieder schwiegen sie einige Minuten, bis Erika fragte: »Wirst du mich auch schlagen?«

»Ja, das werde ich. Wenn du nicht gehorchst oder auch einfach, wenn ich Lust dazu habe«, antwortete Ingrid.

Wieder herrschte einige Minuten lang Schweigen, bis Erika fragte: »Fremdbenutzung?«

»Ja, auch das gehört dazu. Ich werde dich nie verleihen, aber in meiner Anwesenheit dürfen mit meiner Erlaubnis auch andere deine Muschi benutzen. Nur dein Mund ist ganz alleine mir vorbehalten.«

»Ich verstehe«, sagte Erika und las anscheinend weiter. Dann fragte sie: »Was ist das?«

»Hier kannst du von eins bis fünf auswählen, ob du etwas magst und hier machst du ein Kreuz, wenn du etwas nicht kennst. Wenn etwas für dich ausgeschlossen ist, ist das ein Tabu, dann machst du hier ein Kreuz. Wenn ich iddaa siteleri etwas davon doch mit dir machen möchte, werden wir vorher darüber reden und wenn ich der Meinung bin, daß es nicht gut für dich ist, werde ich es sein lassen.«

»Ich verstehe, Herrin«, sagte Erika nun. Ich fragte mich, wieso sie Ingrid auf einmal so nannte. Anscheinend stand in es in diesem Vertrag. Ich ertappte mich dabei, mir zu wünschen, daß Gertrud mit mir auch so einen Vertrag abschloss.

»Was bedeutet das?«, fragte Erika eine ziemlich lange Zeit später.

»Du weißt nicht, was ein Safewort ist?«, fragte Ingrid erstaunt.

Ich hörte ein leises Klatschen und dann Erika »Entschuldigung, Herrin«, sagten. »Nein, Herrin, das weiß ich nicht.«

»Ach du meine Fresse, wie viele Seiten sind das?«, hörte ich nun Heikes Stimme.

»Danke«, sagte Ingrid. »Das sind einundzwanzig Seiten. Das Meiste gehört aber zu der Liste.«

»Verstehe. Dann habt ihr ja noch einiges zu tun. Braucht ihr Milch oder Zucker?«, fragte Heike.

»Ich trinke ihn schwarz, wie immer«, sagte Ingrid.

Erika sagte: »Bitte etwas Milch.«

Wieder hörte ich ein leises Klatschen und Erika sagte schnell: »Bitte etwas Milch, Miss.«

»Kein Problem«, sagte Heike und ich hörte, wie sie sich kichernd entfernte und kurz darauf wieder kam.

»Vielen Dank, Miss«, sagte Erika und Heike ging wieder. Anscheinend lernte Erika recht schnell.

»Das Safewort benutzt du, wenn dir etwas zu viel wird oder du Probleme hast, sei es daß dir schwindelig wird, du etwas nicht mehr aushältst oder dir auf einmal etwas anfängt weh zu tun. Das kann zum Beispiel passieren, wenn du gefesselt wirst und du auf einmal deine Gliedmaßen nicht mehr spürst oder es anfängt, zu kribbeln. Dann muss man nämlich schnell reagieren und die Fesseln sofort lösen. Sonst kann es am Ende sogar zu Nervenschäden kommen und du kannst deinen Arm nicht mehr bewegen oder so. Und ich lasse mich da auf keine Diskussionen ein. Das Safewort ist nämlich zu wichtig um es einfach weg zu lassen«, erklärte Ingrid eindringlich.

»Ich verstehe, Herrin«, sagte Erika nun.

»Probezeit sind die kommenden sechs Wochen. Danach gehst du nach Hause und hast einen Monat Zeit, um dir zu überlegen, ob du wieder kommen und dann auf Dauer als meine Sklavin bei mir bleiben willst. Dann wirst du mir einen Wohnungsschlüssel geben und von da an bei mir wohnen.«

»Was ist mit meiner Arbeit, Herrin?«, fragte Erika.

»Das werden wir uns, wenn es soweit ist, gemeinsam überlegen«, antwortete Erika.

Wieder herrschte einige Zeit lang Schweigen. Ich hörte Blätter rascheln und irgendwann sagte Erika: »Ja, Herrin. Vielen Dank, daß Sie sich meiner annehmen wollen. Ich werde alles, was Sie mir sagen machen, so gut ich kann.«

Anschließend hörte ich ein leises Schmatzen und Ingrid sagte: »Gut, zieh dich aus.«

»Ja, Herrin«, antwortete Erika und kurz darauf hörte ich Schritte, Ingrids Higheels und nackte Füße, sich entfernen.

In den nächsten Tagen hörte ich nichts mehr von Ingrid oder Erika und verfiel wieder in meinen Dämmerzustand. Ich sah, daß es Sommer wurde und die Leute auf der Straße kurze Sachen trugen. Selbst die Geschäftsleute in ihren Anzügen trugen ihre Jacketts offen und liefen immer öfter ohne Krawatte herum. Anscheinend war dieser Sommer sehr warm, wovon ich dank meinem Überzug allerdings nicht viel mitbekam.

In der folgenden Zeit sah und hörte ich nichts von Erika.

Was ich sah war, daß das Haus links neben dem Imbiss abgerissen wurde. Ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie lange es normalerweise dauerte, ein Haus abzureißen, doch mir kam es rasend schnell vor. Ich sah, wie es geräumt wurde. Möbelwagen fuhren vor und Leute schleppten Schreibtische, Aktenschränke und bergeweise Umzugskartons in diese. Kurz darauf fehlten dem Haus bereits alle Fenster und auch die Leuchtreklame an der Fassade war abgebaut und lag in einem flachen, orangen Container. In meinem nächsten Wachen Moment fehlte dem Haus bereits das Dach und die oberste Etage. In dieser stand ein kleiner Bagger, nicht viel größer als ein Auto, der mit einem lauten Presslufthammer die Decke unter sich von einer bis zur anderen Hausseite abbrach.

Das Nächste, was ich mitbekam, war ein lautes Rumpeln, das mich aus meinem Dämmerzustand riss und ich sah, daß die Fassade der dritten Etage fehlte. Statt dieser sah ich eine Wolke aus Staub, die sich über den Resten des Hauses ausbreitete und sich zu Boden wälzte. Nur einen Augenblick später hörte ich, daß irgendwo eine laute Sirene einer Alarmanlage los heulte und sah ein rotes Blitzen, welches die das Schaufenster umgebende Staubwolke in regelmäßigen Abständen erhellte und alles in ein gespenstisches Licht hüllte.

Ich sah mehrere Männer, die sich aus dem Nebel der Staubwolke schälten und auf mich zu kamen. Sie trugen Arbeitskleidung und gelbe Helme und schienen sich das Schaufenster zu betrachten. Nicht mich oder den anderen Inhalt des Schaufensters, sondern die Scheibe selbst. Einer zeigte auf eine Stelle und deneme bonusu veren siteler ich bemerkte dort einen staubigen Abdruck. Er fuhr mit der flachen Hand über diese Stelle und wischte einmal darüber, dann war der Abdruck verschwunden. Ein anderer Mann verschwand nach rechts aus meinem Blickfeld und kam mit einem Handy am Ohr wieder.

Kurz darauf wurde das rote Blitzen von mehreren blauen. Blinkenden Lichtern überstrahlt. Als der Staub sich langsam lichtete, sah ich einen ganzen Löschzug der Feuerwehr und mehrere Polizeiautos vor dem Schaufenster stehen. Zwei Polizisten und ein Feuerwehrmann unterhielten sich mit einem der Bauarbeiter, der auf das Schaufenster zeigte.

Es dauerte ziemlich lange, bis der Staub komplett aus der Luft verschwunden war und sich in einem feinen, rosa Film auf dem Boden, den Straßenlampen, den Bänken und allem anderen, was sich auf er Straße befand, abgesetzt hatte und immer noch blitzte es rot und die Sirene heulte unaufhörlich weiter. Irgendwann verlor ich das Interesse an dem, was sich vor mir abspielte. Es waren nur noch die Bauarbeiter zu sehen, die Schutt und Steinbrocken, welche überall auf der Straße lagen, zusammen kehrten und mit Schubkarren in einen Container brachten, der vor dem Abrisshaus stand. Doch nun sah ich Gertrud die Straße entlang kommen. Sie wollte ganz offensichtlich zum Laden, doch die Bauarbeiter wollten sie nicht durch die Absperrung aus weiß-rotem Band lassen. Sie redete mit Händen und Füßen auf den Arbeiter ein und zeigte mehrmals in meine Richtung. Schließlich ließ der Mann sie doch durch und sie kam zum Laden. Zuerst sah sie zu mir und bedachte mich mit einem fragenden Blick. Ich wusste nicht, wie ich reagieren sollte und blieb einfach bewegungslos hocken. Dies schien Gertrud etwas zu beruhigen und sie verschwand nach rechts aus meinem Blickfeld. Kurz darauf erlosch das Blitzen und die Hupe verstummte.

Nun kam Gertrud ins Schaufenster, zog die Vorhänge zu und setzte sich im Schneidersitz neben mich. Sie legte die Arme um mich und fragte: »Ist alles in Ordnung mit dir mein Schatz?«

Ohne den Kopf zu drehen, nickte ich.

Nun beugte sie sich zu mir, gab mir einen langen Kuss und umarmte mich fest. Dabei legte sie den Kopf auf meinen Rücken und streichelte mich sanft.

»Ich habe mir solche Sorgen gemacht, als mich die Notfallzentrale des Sicherheitsdienstes angerufen hat, weil das Schaufenster angeblich eingeschlagen worden ist. Ich habe mir ein Taxi genommen, um schneller hier zu sein und dann sehe ich dieses Chaos da draußen. Ich hatte solche Angst, daß dir was passiert ist«, sagte sie. Ihre Stimme zitterte und als ich den Kopf zu ihr drehte, sah ich, daß sie weinte.

Ich richtete mich auf, was mich durch meine hockende Haltung, die ich schon so lange einnahm, etwas schwer fiel, doch ich versuchte, so gut es ging, die Schmerzen zu ignorieren und nahm sie in die Arme. Sie legte den Kopf wieder an meine Schulter, schlang ihre Arme um mich und weinte nun noch mehr.

»Ich habe mir solche Sorgen um dich gemacht«, brachte sie weinend hervor. »Ich weiß nicht, was ich gemacht hätte, wenn dir was passiert wäre.«

Mehr konnte sie nicht sagen, weil ein heftiger Weinkrampf sie schüttelte und sie klammerte sich nun noch fester an mich. Ich versuchte so gut ich konnte, sie zu trösten und hätte ihr in diesem Moment gerne so viel gesagt, was mir aber nicht möglich war. Also beschränkte ich mich darauf, sie zu halten und mit meinen mit Krallen bewehrten Händen ihren Rücken zu streicheln. Es dauerte eine ganze Weile, bis sie sich allmählich beruhigte. Irgendwann spürte ich, daß sie langsam und gleichmäßig atmete, weil sie wohl eingeschlafen war.

Ich versuchte, es ihr so bequem wie möglich zu machen und hielt sie weiter fest, ohne damit aufzuhören, ihren Rücken zu streicheln und schlief irgendwann selbst ein.

»Was ist denn hier los?«, hörte ich jemanden sagen und öffnete die Augen.

Als ich mich umschaute, sah ich, daß Heike und Ingrid neben der Trennwand standen, welche den Laden und das Schaufenster trennten und zu uns sehen. Ingrid hatte dabei die Hände in die Hüften gestemmt und grinste breit.

Nun wachte auch Gertrud auf und sah zu mir. Ohne die Beiden zu beachten, gab sie mir einen Kuss und drückte dann ihren Kopf gegen meine Schulter. Es schien nicht so, als ob sie so bald aufstehen wollte.

»Das erzähle ich euch später«, sagte sie ohne aufzusehen. Darauf hin verschwanden die Beiden kichernd.

»Ist wirklich alles in Ordnung mit dir mein Schatz?«, fragte sie, worauf hin ich energisch nickte. Es war mir nichts passiert und so gerne ich sie auch hatte, so zu bemuttert zu werden, war überhaupt nicht mein Fall. Andererseits freute es mich natürlich, daß sie sich so um mich sorgte. Ich an ihrer Stelle hätte sicher nicht anders gehandelt.

Ich selbst fand ja, daß nichts Schlimmes passiert war. Ich hatte mich lediglich etwas erschrocken, als dieser Stein gegen das Fenster geflogen war, aber er hatte ja nicht einmal einen Sprung im Glas hinterlassen. Doch andererseits verstand ich Gertrud auch. Wie musste es für sie wohl ausgesehen haben, als sie den Anruf bekommen hatte, daß die Alarmanlage angesprungen war und sie das Chaos, welches auf der Straße geherrscht hatte, gesehen hat. Ich sah sie einen Moment lang an, zog sie zu mir und küsste sie lange.

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A few weeks ago both myself and my rather gorgeous girlfriend paid a visit to a club near Bedford for the first time and what an evening we had!

We couldn’t believe how many people were there, so we had a look around and finally made our way back to the bar and dance floor, checking out the hot couples and girls we liked the look of. C was dressed in a short skirt, hold ups, thigh length boots and a very revealing sparkly top showing off her fantastic boobs!

We settled in for a bottle of fizz and C was feeling a little nervous so went for a boogie to settle herself. A couple next to me at the bar broke the ice and made very flattering remarks about C and so I began chatting with them and we exchanged stories of past exploits (see other stories). C joined me back at the bar and began chatting to them both focusing on the guys pretty blonde girlfriend. At the same time I began chatting to another couple to our side whose wife was very attractive with a great figure and wearing a nice low cut top showing off a nice pair of boobs…this was great!

Fast forward canlı bahis a few more drinks and C had joined me chatting to the couple I had latched onto. The tension was electric and C and the other woman ‘J’ were very obviously into each other judging by the way they were flirting outrageously. The music was really good and although there were only a few dancing, we all moved over the dance floor and C and J were joined by the other blonde girl…game on!

Within a minute or two, C winked at me and seconds later her top was discarded as she danced with both the other girls who quickly followed suit and the three of them became one gyrating entity and were soon joined by another two girls, soon the snogging and kissing followed with plenty of boob stroking and sucking. All the while the three of us guys were stood mesmerised by the events unfolding before our eyes. This carried on for a short while and then we moved down towards a more private area where we could continue.

Within moments all three girls were naked and soon joined by the kaçak iddaa other two…yes this is a true story! C with her amazing body found herself to be the centre of attention and the pretty blonde girl soon had her tongue buried in C’s smooth pussy, with two of the girls on one boob each and another with her tongue buried in C’s mouth it was all becoming too much and I had no choice but to join them…who wouldn’t?

Under the pile of girls I managed to find C and she was soon sucking my cock and while I was watching everything else that was going on it was all I could do not to explode there and then. After a few minutes of this, J smiled at me and made it clear she wanted me to join her, so after getting the nod of approval from her fella, we started kissing and soon I was headed south and had my tongue deep inside her pussy (I remember thinking how similar it tasted to C’s!). While she was enjoying this, I looked up to see the blonde’s bf with his tongue in C’s pussy…cheeky fucker wasn’t as polite as me and checking if it was ok…but kaçak bahis hey…when in Rome?!

Then I moved up and soon J was sucking greedily on my cock, while I massaged her pussy. All the while there was lots of moaning, girls squealing of delight at each other and when I looked around again, the guy who was eating C’s pussy had been replaced by J’s husband. I moved back down to J’s pussy and carried on with my tongue until she came. I was only going to have full sex with my own partner, so after watching the action for a few more mins the ‘orgy’ came to a slow end and we dressed and moved back to the bar albeit looking rather dishevelled!

We spent the rest of the evening at the bar with J and her husband and it was all still very erotic with lots of kissing each other’s partners as well as both us guys sucking their boobs as well.

Unfortunately, the amazing evening came to an end and we jumped in a cab back to our hotel where we fucked like rabbits replaying the evening as we fucked, which in some ways was just as horny as the evening itself. As I was fucking C asking her if she liked having two other guys eating her pussy and C asking if I liked J sucking my cock while C was looking at me.

We will definitely be heading back and only hope it is as good as the first time…we can’t wait!

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Xavier’s Teachers – The Handmaiden Pt. 02

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After weeks and weeks of torturous desire and lust building up in them, Xavier the college freshman and Bai-Ma the landlady’s handmaiden had finally put a physical dimension to their licentious cravings. That morning, for the first time in his life he had buried his face against a woman’s breasts and then the impossible fantasy of his wildest dreams had come to fruition; she had given him a handjob and he had blasted his semen in the most explosive ejaculation ever. The mature woman, almost twice the lad’s age, pleasured herself later in the afternoon alone in her bed.

That evening, both Bai-Ma and Xavier left the grounds of the mansion at almost the same time. She was accompanying the lady of the house to the theatre; a play based on Khalid Hosseini’s “The Kite Runner” was being staged at one of the plush auditoriums downtown, starting at 5:30 in the evening. And Xavier had his usual Saturday night gig at the night club, or discotheque, in the basement of a hotel not too far away. His buddy, Axel, the drummer in their band, picked him up outside the back gate of his outhouse at around 4:15; the other members were all coming in by 5:00 so as to get some practice before the club opened at 7:30.

Axel, on his Honda 500 cc, roared past the black Mercedes S-class with Xavier riding pillion. Xavier knew that was the lady’s car and most likely Bai-Ma was accompanying her somewhere, but because of the tainted windows on the black sedan, he couldn’t see inside. Bai-Ma saw the red and black Honda motorcycle at the junction where the street behind the estate joined the main arterial road. Both riders had black helmets on with the visors covering their faces, but the rider at the back had a guitar case strapped across his back. She smiled inwardly as the heavy machine overtook the car.

The band called themselves ‘Abraxas’ but used the Greek script ??????? on their posters and other PR material. Although Xavier had only joined the group fairly recently as a new member, the group had been playing for almost three years and were extremely popular in the city. Xavier’s addition as lead guitarist had only improved their ratings, and they were hoping to cut a disc sometime in the near future. By 5 o’clock, all of them had arrived at the club and, after grabbing a small bite to eat, they began jamming for a while before getting their sets in order for the evening.

The group had contracted for three 45-minute sessions every Saturday night, the first at 8:00 pm and the last one ending at 11:45 pm. Local regulations dictated that the club shut at midnight. That night was as crowded at the club as every other Saturday with couples streaming in from the moment the doors opened. The group played a mix of classic and contemporary rock, an occasional slow number, a bit of blues, and even some country music. The club was always very generous with the food and drinks for the band; it was the only time Xavier consumed any alcohol and it always put him in a happy mood.

Bai-Ma and her mistress got home by about 9:00 pm and both dined together al fresco on the small balcony abutting the library, served by one of the cooks. Xavier on the other hand didn’t get back till 2 o’clock in the morning. After the club had shut its doors and the last of their customers had left, the band members sat around with the club owners and talked about their plans. They drank good whiskey, jammed for a while with Xavier playing his favourite acoustic guitar and trying out some songs he had written; generally hung loose together. When they all departed, Axel once again gave Xavier a lift back to his house; switching the engine off 30 metres before the back gate and coasted to a stop. He also promised he wouldn’t kick start his bike till he was out of ear shot from the mansion and estate.

Once Xavier got inside his rooms, he stripped and walked into the shower, letting the cold jets of water wash over the buzz in his head. He then put on a pair of pyjamas and went up to the terrace with his guitar, taking the spiral staircase on the outside wall at the side of his digs. It was a surprisingly cool night and he regretted not wearing a top before coming up to the roof; but it was a pleasant cool, not nippy or chilly. There was an old weathered plastic chair on the terrace that he had washed and cleaned when he discovered it; he used it whenever he came up, which he did often, especially on weekends. He sat down and strummed his Washburn, humming along to tunes he had been working on over the last few days and realised he was thinking of Bai-Ma.

In fact, he had been thinking of her all day, ever since she had left in the morning. At the club he had seen some very sexy women, dressed in very sexy clothes, with very sexy bodies but he couldn’t get Bai-Ma out of his head. Most of the girls at the nightclub were young, like less than 25, and he’d even noticed two couples from his college. But there were also others in the 35+ year old category, some dressed in sarees, but absolutely gorgeous looking with the most heavenly bodies he could imagine. They wore their traditional Indian bedava bahis dress low on their hips and had blouses barely big enough to hide their brassieres, if at all they were wearing any. And all the time, he only thought of Bai-Ma.

Xavier found himself strumming to an old Bobby Goldsboro song called ‘Summer the First Time.’ He thought about the morning with Bai-Ma and his own inexperience with women, and how she didn’t seem to think any less of him on account of his sexual naivety.

And when she looked at me

I heard her softly say

I know you’re young

You don’t know what to do or say

But stay with me until the sun has gone away

And I will chase the boy in you away

And then she smiled then we talked for a while

Then we walked for a mile to the sea

We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand

But I saw the sun rise as a man

Sometime in the early hours of the morning, Xavier put his guitar down inside its case, stretched out his legs while still sitting on the old plastic chair, and dozed off under the star-lit black night sky.

Meanwhile, Bai-Ma slept easily in her comfortable bed. She had come back from the theatre, dined with Madame, and then retired to her room. She had undressed in her bathroom, removing the fine silk saree and embroidered blouse, washed off the slight make-up, changed into a loose long shirt and slipped under the covers. She had fallen asleep ruminating about her past. How her marriage in the village had gone sour over a couple of years with her drunkard husband and his departure, never to be heard from again. Her arrival in the city and how Madame had found her; taken her away from poverty and given her a new world of happiness and financial well-being. But she never forgot her roots, never let the comforts of her new life overshadow her dreary past.

***

Xavier woke up to the first sounds of chirping birds in the orchard that surrounded him; it was already daylight and the sun would rise soon. He got out of the chair, a small crick in his neck, and stretched his limbs. The sky was blue and the air was fresh; he took a deep breath and then climbed down the metal staircase, holding his guitar case in one hand. He went into his room, completed his ablutions, put on his jogging clothes and shoes, and was out pounding the empty streets by 5:30 a.m. It was a surprisingly pleasant morning, a rarity in the summer rainy season.

When he got back after his run, Xavier’s vest was soaked with perspiration; the humidity had ramped up in the last hour after sunrise. He took off his clothes, threw them into the soiled linen basket to wash later, and headed towards the shower. He stopped for a while in front of the six-feet long mirror in the bathroom and looked at his reflection. He knew he was in good shape but his eyes went to his pelvic area and he saw the thick bush of pubic hair, his limp but still long and thick penis, and he thought immediately of Bai-Ma. He thought of her hand on his cock and the sweet fragrance of her midriff when his face was flush against her waist. It didn’t take long for that familiar stirring in his groin as he took his hand to the swelling erection, feeling the blood course through his veins.

But he shook his head and quickly got in under the shower, driving his memories away and focusing on the study homework he had to do that morning. After he got dressed, he made himself a breakfast of eggs and toast and wolfed it down with a glass of milk before settling down with his laptop computer and books. But he found concentration difficult, even though he tried very hard. Thoughts of Bai-Ma were almost constant; he knew she had said she may come again but when? Would she come at all? Or did she just say it so she could get away yesterday without any fuss? He longed for her, desperately.

He gave up any hope of being able to study after about an hour so he got up and went to his bedroom. Unsurprisingly, having had a little more than two hours of sleep at night, he dosed off on his bed while trying to read.

Bai-Ma on the other hand had had a restful night and woke up considerably later than the time that Xavier did. She had a cup of tea soon after she got out of bed, and then went into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Similar to Xavier’s bathroom, she too had a six-feet tall mirror on one wall of her bathroom that invariably fogged up after her hot showers. She took off the night shirt she was wearing and stood in front of the mirror, studying her reflection. Bai-Ma cupped her breasts and hefted them a couple of times, as though trying to determine their weight; she ran her thumbs over the nipples, pinched and pulled them till they were erect. She looked at the large dark brown areolas at the base of her stiff nipples and ran her fingers around the surface till little goosebumps erupted on them.

As she ran her hands down the sides of her body, looking at her trim waistline and the swell of her hips, she remembered herself masturbating to thoughts of Javi, her endearing term for Xavier, casino siteleri the previous day. Although she was no stranger to sexually pleasuring herself, she knew that in the last few weeks the frequency had increased. Her fingers buried themselves into the thick mat of pubic hair as she ran her hands from her navel to her crotch. She pressed down on her vulva and the cushiony outer labia, feeling the silken curls of her pussy hair. She was turning herself on, thinking of Javi, and admitted to herself that she had been wanting to go back to his room ever since she had left him the previous morning.

When Bai-Ma got into the shower, still thinking of the boy in the outhouse, she knew she would see him today; perhaps she would go soon after getting ready. She had to be careful that nobody on the estate saw her going into his rooms, even though most of the domestic staff, including herself, were given Sunday off and would probably go out fairly soon. As she doused her body with shower gel and scrubbed all over with a loofah, her thoughts remained centred on Javi. When she was soaping her pubic area, her fingers lingered around her cunt and she found herself rubbing her vaginal entrance longer than necessary. She even pushed a soapy finger an inch inside her rectum and felt an erotic spasm that made her want to shove it in deeper but resisted the urge and only busied herself with a thorough cleansing.

After finishing with the bathroom and drying herself, Bai-Ma wrapped a towel around herself and tucked a corner in just above her bosom. She walked into her bedroom and opened the lingerie dresser drawer from which she chose a pair of black lace-trim low-waist panties and a matching half-cup brassiere. Removing the towel and dropping it on her bed, she first slipped into her panties which left a thin, barely discernible, edge of her pubic hair still visible on top. After that, she put on her bra and sat on the bed, contemplating what she should wear for Javi.

Very rarely did she wear anything other than the traditional saree, and she decided not to make an exception. From another drawer in the dresser, she took out a light powder blue petticoat that had been tailored specifically to be worn with a very low waist saree. She unfolded the underskirt and stepped into it, tying it with the cord almost five inches below her navel, just above the panty waistline. She then went to the wardrobe and from a long row of sarees on hangers, she took out a plain sky blue one with no design or embellishments on it. The blouse which was paired with the dress was on the same hanger.

Bai-Ma put on the plain coloured cotton blouse and felt comfortable with its snug fitting as she did up the five hooks running down the centre in front. The sleeves, like her other blouses, covered half of the upper arms; and the hem was daringly short, barely an inch below her breasts. The neckline was a deep V-cut that revealed a considerable amount of her cleavage. After that, she finally slipped into her sandals and wore her saree, tucked into the petticoat low down on the waist, but drew the drape modestly across her chest. She stood in front of the dressing mirror and silently marvelled at what she saw, feeling like a temptress that Javi would simply not be able to resist.

She did not pleat her hair like she did most days; instead she tied the long tresses into a rough knot at the back of her head and held it together by pushing a pencil shaped hairpin through the knots. She then went to her kitchen and made herself another cup of tea. While sipping the beverage, she thought she’d take a small hamper of food for Javi so she took out a basket from the bottom shelf of the kitchen cabinet. Some camembert cheese that Madame had given her, along with bread, went into the hamper, followed by some other foodstuff she had at home. Recalling her nerves on the previous day, she also lay a bottle of Danzka vodka she’d purchased two weeks ago in the basket.

It was almost 11 o’clock when Bai-Ma decided to set out for Javi’s outhouse; the driver and other staff would have left and Madame would be relaxing in her library. She exited her flat, hamper in hand, and went behind the servants’ annexe so that her lady wouldn’t see her crossing the manicured lawns. Once she reached the boundary wall at the back, she walked along the narrow footpath grazing the wall and shielded from view by all the fruit trees. She circumnavigated her way to the outhouse, tried to peer inside through the windows but noticed that the sheer curtains were drawn. She reached his door a few minutes later and pulled it open silently, left her sandals inside by the entrance, placed the food hamper on a side table, and stood quietly in the cool living room while the door shut softly behind her.

***

Javi wasn’t in the living room; she peered through the corridor and saw that the bathroom door was ajar so he probably wasn’t there either. She tip-toed towards the bedroom where the door was only partially shut and looked through towards his bed. He was lying there in a pair bahis siteleri of pyjamas and a faded t-shirt, headphones connecting his tablet device to his ears. She knocked delicately on the door but then had to rap it harder when he didn’t look up.

“Bai-Ma!!” Xavier almost shouted as he extracted the earphones and jumped out of bed, “I wasn’t sure you would come today.” He had a wide grin on his smooth shaven face, hair rumpled as usual. He walked up to Bai-Ma and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close before realising he may have been somewhat hasty so he mumbled “Sorry, is it ok for me to hug you? I missed you so much.”

Xavier felt her hands on both sides of his face as she stepped back and said “Let me look at you!”

Forced to look at her from a distance, Xavier suddenly realised how stunning Bai-Ma was looking. He stumbled backwards, the edge of his armchair catching the back of his knees as he folded into the seat and stared up at her. He looked at her face, smooth and clean with a tinge of blush; her lips were full and seemed naturally pink with no lip gloss. A couple of tendrils of hair had come loose from the bun on her head and framed her delicate facial features.

He stared for a moment at her chest, taking in the huge swell of her bosom underneath the blue saree that she was wearing. The pallu, drape, rose from her right hip and was thrown over her left shoulder but revealed one side of her midriff; bare skin from the base of her bosom-hugging blouse to the top of her saree. Her navel, deep and shadowy in the middle of her light brown complexioned abdomen; Xavier noticed how low she was wearing her dress and knew for sure he had never seen her wear it like that.

The saree, instead of being a free flowing garment from waist down like it usually was when she came to do her chores, hugged her hips tightly before flaring out like a fantail. She had wrapped it compactly over her hips so that her figure was more pronounced. Peeking out from below the hem were her dainty toes and a wee bit of ankle where he could just about discern the ever-present silver anklet. He ran his eyes a couple of times from her head to her toes; he had never seen her look so ravishingly beautiful. Xavier knew he should say something instead of just gaping at her in speechless astonishment but when he saw her smile, he seemed to understand that she accepted his silent admiration and took it as a wordless compliment.

Bai-Ma took a few steps to where her Javi was sitting and stood in front of him, pushing against his knees which he instinctively parted. She looked down at him as he bent his head backwards and stared into her eyes. “Javi likes Bai-Ma?” she asked coquettishly.

“Oh Bai-Ma! Javi loves Bai-Ma,” he said emphatically as he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head against her lower abdomen. She pushed her fingers into his tousled hair and massaged his scalp for a while. Xavier was breathing in her intoxicating fragrance, an aroma left behind on her skin from the shower gel she had used that morning. He knew that he always felt sexually aroused in Bai-Ma’s presence when they were alone together; but there was a deeper, heavier feeling in his heart that he did not quite understand.

He felt the familiar stirring in his privates and stood up from the chair, his arms still around her. His palms were on her lower back with one hand feeling her naked skin as he towered over her, a full head higher. She tucked the top of her head under his chin and wrapped her arms around his waist as they held each other in silence. Xavier felt her wholesome breasts pressing into him and he had a desperate urge to lower his hands down to her buttocks and pull her against the growing hard-on in his pyjamas. Fortunately, he thought, he had a pair of briefs on so his erection would not be too obvious. They held one another close, not speaking, not moving; each with their individual thoughts.

After a couple of minutes, Bai-Ma took her head away from Xavier’s chest and craned her neck to look up at him. She then raised herself on her toes and reached for his lips with hers. He bent his head and their mouths met. Their eyes were shut as they felt each other’s lips; hers soft and luscious, his a little chapped but also soft. Bai-Ma just absorbed the man-scent from Javi and rubbed their lips together, caressingly, with their mouths shut. Xavier on the other hand was at a bit of a loss, not quite sure what he should do so he just let the pleasure of this, his first real kiss, sink in. Just a feather brushing over his lips, her sweet warm breath on his face when she exhaled.

When Bai-Ma put a hand on his neck and pulled his head down because she was tiring of standing on her toes, she used the tip of her tongue to brush across Xavier’s lips. Feeling the sudden wetness was like a small electrical charge pulsing through his body and quite unintentionally he lowered his hands so they were firmly on her buttocks. He pulled her towards him and tried to grind his front against her. Bai-Ma felt the firm grip on her arse and pushed her tongue between his lips, sensing the uncertainty in him. But he opened his mouth and felt her tongue tentatively probe inside, running from left to right and back. They kissed, both growing more passionate as Xavier eased into a more comfortable space in his mind.

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