The Neallys Ch. 04: Suzanne Cont’d

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Author’s Note: This work, my first, would not be possible without the assistance and comments of Carey Thomas, the author of a wonderful set of lesbian romances with characters who interweave among her stories. Her work is published at Literotica.com. She reviewed drafts of certain parts of this book, and I have included, with her permission and changed names, a number of her characters. The references here are to “A Ghost of a Chance” and “Could You be Mine.” Insofar as my work deserves credit, it is thanks to her encouragement to take up writing myself.

This is the fourth part of a multi-part story. The first five parts are the initial book. I am adding parts as things develop with these characters. This part begins the day on which part 3 ends.

Catching Up

I was midway through a report on Brexit when Kerry called. But first a bit of an explanation. I haven’t written since I became engaged to Kerry back in early November.

I never went back to law school. I was happy as a vice president at Trallis Corp. After first year, I started as a paralegal at Sullivan & Wilson. I was there for over nine months when on a Tuesday afternoon in early March, Carol Wright, a partner, asked me to come to her office. The firm, of course, knew my law-school situation, but I had arranged a loan package and was set to enroll when the Fall term began.

When I got to her office, she and Tom Sullivan told me that a major client, Trallis, for which I had done work on a major litigation in which it was a defendant, “wants to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Trallis,” Carol said, “isn’t sure what exactly it wants you for but Bob Elroy said Trallis definitely wants you.”

Tom continued: “Suzanne. Bob would like you to go over there this Friday—we’re happy to have you take the day off—and meet with him and a few other folks and especially Marc Diamond, the CEO, to see if they can come up with something that’ll make you and them happy. He said he doesn’t want to pressure you but that Trallis wants the chance to make its pitch.”

And on Friday Trallis made its pitch and after talking about with Mary and Betty and especially Kerry, I took a job there. My title is vice president of development. It amounts to people coming to me from all divisions of the Company to run things past me. It is almost crazy that I get paid for doing it, and the pay is good and my stock options are accumulating.

All of which explains why I never went back to school and why I was in my Trallis office when Kerry called.

The Beginning of the Beginning: Thursday, 2 p.m.

After my usual, “Hey, babe,” she dropped the bomb that she was sitting with my mother at the house. Before I could react, she said that she just found out, that Mom—Kerry and I both called her Mom “Mom”—did something to bring this about, that she would explain it all later, and that while whatever happened next was entirely up to me, she and Mom thought it a good idea for me to meet her.

“If that’s what you think I should—”

“Suze, yeah, we both think that but whatever you do is okay by us. We just think you should, not that you have to. I met with her. I sat with her. I yelled at her. I thanked her for driving you out of California into my arms.”

“You didn’t.”

“No, I did not put it like that. Then I told her if she wanted to see you again, and I hope you are okay with me acting like a gatekeeper on this, that if she wanted to see you, she had to tell me why.

“She hugged me for like five minutes. She was crying and then said Mom forced her to look into herself and decide whether her faith was such as to make her sacrifice her daughter, like Abraham…Yes, Old Testament stuff. She sat in a church near NYU for like an hour and just thought. I don’t think it’s a put-up job.”

I knew I had to do it. I grabbed the report I was reading and shoved it into my backpack and went into Marc Diamond’s office and said I needed to leave for a family emergency. He waved me away with “Go.” I grabbed a cab for Grand Central and when I got to my train I texted Kerry with my arrival time, I’d be in the last car.

As the train emerged from the tunnel I looked out the window. Kerry did not say how my mother came to be at the house. I am sure she was as discombobulated as I was. Kerry was not as generous as my Aunt Mary was about forgiveness. She would forgive me anything, and had forgiven my stubbornness, but I did not know if she could ever forgive someone who hurt me. My mother hurt me.

She hurt me because of what she, and my father, did to my Aunt Mary and if that were not bad enough, her treatment of my Aunt Mary meant she would treat me in the same way if she knew I too was a lesbian.

What could Mom have said to draw my mother here two days before Mary’s wedding? And what about Mary? Was she involved? Had she spoken to my mother? What was Mary’s take? And most important, had my mother changed? What made her so horrible to Aunt Mary and thus to me was a part of who she was. kaynarca escort In some perverse way, it was not fair to criticize her because her beliefs were embedded in her very soul. In her view, literally in her soul.

I did not even know if she knew that I was gay let alone that I was engaged to a woman. Had I been outed? She was sitting with Kerry, and Kerry made it clear that she controlled access to me, which pleased me. Of course, that Eileen had done something to get this whirlwind started meant that my mother at least knew I was in a close relationship with her daughter. But did she know more than that? If she did, would she sacrifice me on an altar to her God? I mean, in the end, that is what we are talking about here. My grandparents sacrificed their daughter Mary on that altar. My father did the same, after growing into the reality of Aunt Mary’s exile.

Because of what was done to Aunt Mary, they exiled me. It was like some chapter of the Old Testament.

My mother and I were never close. My father worked long hours and spent his downtime out playing golf and zipping around to conferences and seminars. My mother did her charitable work. She grew up in Oakland and had a degree from Berkeley, working at a San Francisco financial firm after graduation. She met my father at a Catholic church function held in a San Francisco parish, and they got close doing projects there.

She quit work shortly after she got pregnant with me, at which point she started volunteering at the parish in Mill Valley. While she did try, her heart, a caring heart, was devoted to the people that she worked to help, and she did good work and performed a lot of good deeds for them. But she and my father were not close to either me or to Eric, who was born six years after me. I think there were several miscarriages in the gap, and they never had another child, but my mother never told me any of this. When I asked, Aunt Mary said she knew nothing about it.

Kind as she was, my mother was also dogmatic. Abortion. Gay rights. My parents were against them. Her views on gays were part of who my mother was, and being gay was part of who I was. When I started law school, I called home each Sunday.

Over time the calls became briefer and briefer. This was on me. I was losing any interest I once had in what my mother was involved with and was getting less comfortable telling her about the mundane events of my days as they centered more and more around Kerry and I felt guilty that by not mentioning Kerry, I was not being honest with my mother. By Christmas my first year, which I shared with Kerry and her Mom, whatever connection I had with my mother was gone.

After wishing she and my father and Eric a Merry Christmas, I did not call again. I was about to enter that horrible stretch of trying to deal with my feelings for Kerry, and going through the motions with my parents was the last thing on my mind. It was unfair, I know, and knew, but it was not something I could then deal with. I ghosted them, ignoring the voicemail messages and the emails and the texts. My only communication with my parents was to tell them that I was not going to be enrolled in the law school for the Fall term and that I would no longer be living in the 87th Street apartment effective September 1.

Indeed, the first I heard from any of them in 2017 was on Thanksgiving when Eric called me out of the blue while I was helping get dinner ready at Kerry’s house.

Now my mother was waiting for me with Kerry at the Tuckahoe Station. I was in the last car and I was two stops away. I still had not formulated what I would say. Whether I would say anything. Whether I would get off the damn train.

I did much the same the prior August. Also in the last car. A Sunday morning, and I was preparing for what I would say to Kerry. Things today were different. I was not sorry, as I had been with Kerry. That my parents were gone to me, yes. But not insofar as I felt any responsibility for that. This was on them and always would be.

I knew I loved Kerry. I was not sure about my mother.

I was neither sorry for what I did nor did I feel love for who she was. As I rode the train, I could think of nothing to say when I got off. It was entirely on her. She had to show me not that she was sorry. She had to show me that she was a different person. Again and again, I came back to doubting whether that was possible or, I had to admit, proper given the importance of faith in her life.

The train rolled to a stop, and I stood at the door, waiting for it to open, taking one last, deep breath.

Another train platform for another life-altering conversation.

Thursday, 3:29 p.m.

I steeled myself as the door opened. I looked to the left and saw her about ten feet away, Kerry to her right, far enough from my mother so that a gap appeared between them.

I did not want to, but I had to. “Why are you here?”

She recoiled at that and to me, having warmed, or perhaps cooled, to the task, küçükyalı escort I wondered why she was surprised. My anger was getting the best of me and I did not want to stop it. I would not cry and I would not blink.

Kerry saw this once, in my apartment over a year before. This time, she would not allow me to shut myself down as I had with her. She moved between my mother and me.

Looking into my hard eyes: “Suzanne, I know it’s hard. Your mother can just walk across to the other platform and take the next train back to the city and out of your life forever. For-e-ver. I told you that this is for you and only you to decide. From what I’ve heard that’s exactly what I’d hope you tell her to do were this twenty-four hours ago.

“But my Mom thought that enough has changed for me to speak to her, and I think that enough has changed that she is entitled to have you at least hear what she has to say. We all know this is not some Hallmark Kumbaya moment. Let’s walk up to the house. I know all that’s gone on and I think both of you deserve to talk. She’ll leave if you tell her to.”

I nodded, and we climbed the stairs from the platform and headed up the hill to the house.

As we walked, and I don’t know when or how, I found my mother gripping my hand and I did not pull away. She’d never touched me like that. Ever. Kerry was behind us and other than a description she gave of where we were and where we are going to fill the air, the three of us were silent.

We sat in the living room, and I asked Kerry to stay, not ready for a one-on-one yet. My mother sat in the middle of the sofa and Kerry and I sat across from her, not quite close enough to touch yet close enough to feel one another.

For the next half-hour, I opened up as I had never opened up to her before. About Aunt Mary and that I knew I was a lesbian before I met Aunt Mary. How hurt I was when I heard her and my father speak so horribly of my Aunt and how I met with and regularly communicated with her and how she tried desperately for me not to hate my parents for what had happened to her. That she was happy since she came to New York those years ago. And on and on through the development of my relationship with and love for Kerry and the horrible seven months when because of my stubbornness I kept her away.

I revealed, in sum, who I was. I could see she had no idea who I was. We were both exhausted. After she said “I am so sorry. I was so wrong.” I stopped her.

“Mother, we can’t resolve this now. I do not want you to go home yet. That may happen. Right now, though, I really would like you to stay. I need to think about a lot of things and to sleep on it. Can we meet tomorrow?” We agreed that we could and that we would. Then we drove her to the station in the Camry.

When we got back, we reported to Mary and Mom.

Eased Tension: Thursday, 10:00 p.m.

After dinner, Kerry gave me space to digest what was happening. Everything was in a whirl and when we got into bed, I was restless. Without a word and knowing that she was still awake, I took off my T-shirt, and she rolled onto her back. I straddled her head and I lowered myself to her mouth. With my left hand holding the headboard and my right lifting her head slightly, I let her, perhaps “made her” is more accurate, lick my folds. I was not horny when this started so I was not wet.

We are pretty much 80-10-10 when it comes to sex. Usually, it is making love and we savor every moment. The rest of the time it is one or the other of us, in about equal shares, who initiate pure, lustful sex. Now it was my turn. She slowly licked me, and I was soon drenched, very damp within minutes.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Kerry is much quieter and less vocal in bed, more of a moaner/grunter. But I was being very vocal as she picked up the pace, now concentrating on my emerged clit, now penetrating my opening, a hand wrapped around each of my thighs, securing her as I increased my rocking, both hands now gripping the headboard, until I came. It was intense, a release of some of the tension that built up over the last hours. I stepped over her and gave her a peck on the forehead and with a “thank you” went to pee.

On my return, I went to her side of the bed so that I could spoon her with us both on our left sides, leaving my T-shirt wherever it had been thrown. After shared “I love you”s, I put my right arm around her, she still in her T-shirt, and I ran my fingers under the shirt and to her.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I know that,” I told her, “I want to do it,” and I rubbed up and down slowly and easily, slipping one and then two fingers inside of her as her breathing shallowed as I kissed her glorious, so-long-admired neck until she shook. After a breath and a contented sigh, she got up to pee and now she threw off her T-shirt as she got back into the bed on her side, and we fell asleep, both naked, within moments of one another.

The Sheep Meadow: Friday, 11:30 am

Thanks to my ability to compartmentalize, sancaktepe escort I focused on my work when I reached the office on Friday. As usual now that Kerry and I both came into Grand Central, I kissed her in the Terminal’s Concourse and then walked the mile or to my office. I had plans to have lunch with my mother.

At about eleven-thirty, I lightly knocked on the doorframe to my boss Marc’s office. Marc had okayed yesterday’s early departure but I hadn’t had the time to explain. I had taken to dropping into his office now and then to talk about things; I think he liked that I saw him in a mentor’s role, and so I wanted to let him know what was going on. After I did, he told me to go see her and take as long a lunch as I wanted. “Look, it’s Friday, throw some work into your bag and take it with you. If you can work on it Sunday”—he knew of the next day’s wedding—”I’ll be happy. Now, get out of here till Monday.”

As I put a few reports into my bag, I dialed my mother.

“Mother, do you have comfortable shoes?” After being assured that she did, I told her, “wear them and something comfortable. We’re going walking. Can you be in the hotel lobby in 15 minutes?” Getting a “yes,” I headed out and gave have-a-good-weekend waves to those I passed as I went.

It took a moment to recognize her when she crossed the lobby but it was my mother, wearing shorts, one of my faded Stanford T-shirts, and running shoes. One of those Aussie broad-brimmed hats, and a pair of sunglasses in her left hand and a smart bag over her right shoulder. “You look like a tourist, mother. All you need is a selfie-stick, a map, and a disoriented look and you’d look straight out of central casting. And I like the shirt.”

I got a smile and a hug.

Off we were to the subway station and riding uptown. We were both quiet, feeling the car vibrate as we headed north and still quiet when we climbed the two flights to Lexington Avenue. Once there, I told her that we were going to the Park. We got a couple of to-go sandwiches and water at a deli and headed west. She and I exchanged small talk as we walked and then as we entered the Park next to the Metropolitan Museum. We briefly sat on a low wall between the Museum and the Park Drive and ate the sandwiches.

There was a particular place I wanted us to go and after we finished eating, we turned south along the path. Strolling next to one another holding hands—somewhere along the way I reached for her left hand—the path opened to the Boat Pond, long an oasis for me, where I sat during long walks I took while in law school. Families were wandering about and children clamoring on the Alice in Wonderland statue to the left as we reached the pond, where model sailboats meandered about. But my special place was the life-sized Hans Christian Andersen sculpture west of the pond.

No one else was there and, without thinking, I asked my mother to stand next to the seated Andersen and I took a photo of her. She came to me a little weepy and reached for my phone, and I handed it to her, and she swiped to see the photo and asked if she could take one of me and I sat next to Hans, and she took my photo. Taking her phone out, she took one for herself. She then looked around at a pair of approaching tourists and quickly turned back to me and asked, “Is it okay?” and when I nodded she stopped the tourists and asked if they could take a photo of the two of us and when one of them said “of course” she came to me where I sat, put her left arm around me, and the photo that I knew would soon be her wallpaper was snapped.

And one of the tourists said, “You look like sisters” as they left, and both my mother and I smiled. That was the easy part. Now we had to talk.

We sat at one of the benches behind the statue, away from the pond, and I turned to look at her.

I told her of the struggles I had with myself and with Kerry. How I treated Kerry horribly because of my doubts and stubbornness. That ultimately I needed Kerry to be in my life, even if only as a best friend and not as a lover. My mother cringed a bit at that last word, which I made sure to use to get her to understand all that Kerry and I are. “And I would have been happy if she was just my best friend and I am so much happier than I could imagine when she and I became lovers.” No cringe now.

“But here’s the thing, mother, I might have been happy if Kerry were not fully committed to me and to who I was. Am. Not fully committed.” I had rehearsed this dozens of times over the last twenty-or-so hours. “I cannot, though, be your daughter unless you are fully committed to me. I’m sorry, I’m sure what Eileen told you of my relationship with her hurt you and I don’t want to replace you but Eileen has filled a huge hole in my life.

“Now it is only you and me. I know it’s hard for you to move on from the beliefs you’ve long held. I did not say to ‘throw them away.’ I can’t ask you to simply discard them.”

Before she could respond and after I said she needed to think about it, I got up and she followed. We wound our way, quietly, toward the Sheep Meadow, the large green field filled with people on blankets and throwing Frisbees, the sheep long gone. We entered through the fence and found an open space and I suggested we just sit on the grass and we did.

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Rivers to Follow Ch. 08

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Blonde

Hey. Don’t hate me. I have a life too.

Okay, alright, it’s been too long. Like, way too long. I know this.

But I’m here now, aren’t I? And check out this nice long chapter I brought you! Don’t worry. I’m way too excited about the ~new potential romance~ that arises in this chapter to abandon this story.

Anyway, some notes:

1. Yeah, so my material is getting more and more pretentious and intellectual and political. But, though it may seem gratuitous, I stand by its place in the story. And I can’t wait for all the calm, rational comments! That is, if I ever do decide to post this mess anywhere.

2. Malik makes me happy because I’m finally able to write dialogue in my own vernacular. I know that sounds insincere because I just used the word vernacular, but I speak differently in conversation, and I feel like I never get to see that in online writing.

3. There’s not a ton of sex in this chapter. Just fair warning.

4. The pacing in this chapter kinda sucks. I’m sorry. I just wanted to get this out for y’all.

Next chapter should be up… well… in less time than this one took.

– Leon xx

P.S. The f-slur is used in this chapter.

*****

Matty

There were a lot of advantages to Julian’s parents visiting. For one, I finally got him to clean his apartment for the first time since our second date. Ruby’s presence had made it considerably more disgusting, and I wasn’t one to nag, but, goddamn, that place was gross. Another benefit was that he shaved. Controlling your partner’s appearance is shitty and abusive, but his facial-hair exploration had begun to verge into goatee territory, and I wasn’t a huge fan.

Julian was not handling the impending arrival well. I had a lot of experience dealing with garbage parents, but, nervous as he was, he gave clear indicators that his mother and father did not fit into that category. Their interracial, interreligious love affair didn’t go over particularly well, so when Julian came out to them, they were with him every step of the way. I would’ve been jealous if I hadn’t so long ago come to terms with my luck. In any case, his anxiety was a puzzle.

The day of their arrival I woke up bright and early, expecting to sneak out and grab coffee and scones before he rose. To my confusion, however, I woke up to only one furry body in the bed, and it was trying to lick my feet.

“Juli?”

I tugged on the comforter until Ruby begrudgingly moved and allowed me to pull it from the bed. Cloaked in cotton and down, I trudged out of the bedroom to the couch where Julian sat, holding but neglecting his cup of coffee and staring into space. I took the lukewarm mug from his hands and wrapped him up in the blanket.

“Good morning, Juli.” His icy feet brushed against my knees.

“Hi, darling.”

I smiled at his scratchy morning-voice and kissed his ear. “Do you want me to reheat your coffee for you?” He gazed at me and gave a nearly imperceptible shake of the head.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too,” I replied. “Your happiness is important to me, and I am here for you.”

I sat with him for a while before getting up to shower and get dressed. Julian was sitting in the same spot when I returned, and I had to drag him to his closet. He plodded about getting ready as I went out to do a sweep for junk in his car (and thank God I did, ’cause I found a cum rag in the back, though I refrained from mentioning this to him).

I put on some Christmas music for the ride, which usually put him in an exhaustingly cheery mood, but he barely seemed to hear it. I honestly couldn’t figure it out. He’d never spoken of his parents with anything but love and admiration (if a bit of familial irritation). Their visit, however, had incited a brand of anxiety I had never before seen in him. It was truly some Matty-level drama. I really, really wished that he would talk to me about it.

******

Julian

They just can not tell him about Lolo.

I should’ve fucking told him about Lolo.

******

Matty

Julian was biting his lip like crazy, and it was driving me crazy. I gently pulled it from between his teeth, and he shot me a glare, but I simply laid my head on his shoulder and took his hand. After a moment of stubborn tenseness, he relaxed his stance and gave my hand a squeeze. That squeeze became a death grip as the first deplaned passenger came into view.

“Hey. Hulk Hands. You’re gonna break my fingers.” He frowned at my tentative smile, and I decided to shut my mouth. We turned our attention back to the jet bridge just as the Osmans appeared.

Mrs. Osman surprised me with her height. She almost matched Julian’s 6’3″ and towered over her husband, who stood well shorter than my six feet. Her gray-blonde hair was wound into a neat bun, leaving an unobstructed view of her blue eyes and peachy skin. It seemed that she and her son shared only in height and strong bone structure.

Mr. Osman looked a lot like his son, and he was totally hot.

“Lili,” acıbadem escort Mrs. Osman said sweetly as they met us at the gate. She took her son’s chin in her hand and inspected him, as though looking for signs of pain or distress. I sensed that I should hang back. “You look beautiful, as always.”

Julian pulled his mother into a hug. “As do you, Maman, as always.” He broke the embrace to step to his father and hug him as well. “Baba.”

“Son. Let me get a look at you.” Julian did as instructed, releasing his father and standing still. “Beautiful. Your mother was right.”

Julian grinned. “As always.”

My heart fluttered as Julian’s loud, booming laugh came from his father’s mouth.

“You.” My heart stopped fluttering. Scratch that—my heart stopped, period. Mrs. Osman extended a delicate finger and drew me forward. I walked over, willing Julian to come to me or say something. My chin was soon found in the same grip that had previously captured Julian, and I waited patiently for the verdict. She relinquished her grasp and patted my cheek. “Beautiful. Much more beautiful than my son, actually. You sure about him?”

I exhaled a laugh that matched hers. “You’re just saying that because he’s blond like you,” Julian fake-whined. Mrs. Osman shot me a wink and then snapped her head around.

“Lili, are you planning on taking us home anytime soon?”

I chuckled as Julian started to protest before sighing and grabbing his parents’ bags.

“So, loulou,” Mrs. Osman started, her husband and son chatting and walking ahead. I blushed at the nickname. “How did you meet my son?”

She caught me smiling at the memory. “We met one night when he was bartending.”

Mrs. Osman raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know he was a bartender.” A cold rush of panic chilled my bones as she called to her husband, “Saïd! Did you know that Lili is a bartender?”

Mr. Osman turned to Julian. “You are a bartender?” Julian nodded, and his father turned back to us. “Lili is a bartender!” he replied.

“I know that! That’s why I asked.”

“Okay,” Mr. Osman said blankly. Mrs. Osman rolled her eyes, and we shared a smile. Julian looked over his shoulder.

“Hey, Mum, did you know that I’m a bartender?”

******

Lili

I snuck a glance behind me to see Matty and my mum laughing together. Breathing so easy after a week of heartburn was a weird sensation.

“Il est beau.”

I turned to my father in horror. “Ugh, Dad, don’t be weird.” He chuckled and thumped me on the back.

“You realize he looks like your mother, yes?”

“Dad!”

******

Loulou

The car ride back to the apartment was interesting. I mostly just observed quietly as Julian and his mother chatted and chirped over each other and Mr. Osman sat without a word. My nickname was dropped a few times—apparently Mrs. Osman had no intention of calling me anything but loulou—but I could barely get a word in edgewise. The Cleveland airport was only about 40 minutes from Julian’s, but by the time we’d arrived he’d relayed the events of his past six months in America.

“And when did you two meet?” Mrs. Osman asked, tapping her foot as we retrieved her bags from the car.

“The very end of August,” I replied, closing the trunk with a huff. Julian squeaked, and his mother glared daggers at him before turning toward the building.

“Hmmph. And I hear about it from Connie Crawford three months later.”

Her words rang in my ears. Three months? Three months. Mrs. Osman walked on ahead, either unaware of or indifferent to the mess she’d just made. A silent conversation played between my eyes and Julian’s. I could feel Mr. Osman watching for a moment before following his wife.

“Later,” I said quietly. Julian nodded, and we headed inside.

The rest of the morning passed without incident. Mostly we just exchanged facts and anecdotes and discussed life in America versus in Britain. They got along with Ruby, who seemed to sense that Mrs. Osman was not to be messed with. It was surprisingly comfortable, considering how stressed Juli had been about the whole affair. Although I suppose I had that one figured out. Connie Crawford, I had quickly pieced together, was Eddy Crawford’s mother. I felt awkward keeping so much distance from Julian, but I didn’t want to pretend that things were okay. At least not until we’d talked.

That opportunity came around four, when Mr. Osman went to nap and Mrs. Osman pulled a book from her bag. Julian nodded toward the kitchen and I followed.

I leaned back against the counter and watched him pace for a while. He kept looking up at me, pleading without words that I speak first, and finally I relented.

“Why didn’t you tell them?” I asked. No frills: Julian-style. He stepped toward me and took my hand. It didn’t feel right, but pulling away seemed harsh, so I let it be.

“My family seems simple, babe, but it’s not.” His tone was much more desperate than I had anticipated, so much so that I was disturbed. I stroked atalar escort the back of his hand with my thumb. “I didn’t wanna scare you off—” I dropped his hand.

“Julian.” I was beginning to feel more pissed than hurt. “Don’t lie.”

“Fine! I didn’t want them to meet you. Alright?” Okay, no, I was back to hurt. Yeah, that really fucking hurt.

“No,” I said quietly. “Not alright.”

“No, I—I’m sorry, Matty, that’s not what I meant.” He always did hate to see me cry, and I was pretty close at that point. “It’s just—All my mother does is pry. You know how… I told you, once…” I looked up from the floor to see him looking down at it. “I told you that I was in a bad relationship.” I nodded, even though he wasn’t looking to see it anyway. “Well, it took its toll on my family, too. It brought out the worst in me, and it ruined my relationship with my mum. I ruined my relationship with my mum. So she interferes. It’s not that I didn’t think they’d like you—not that that even really matters.” I was in his arms by that point, snuggled into his soft knit sweater. “I want us to move at our own pace, and I can’t trust her to let that happen. Honestly, it’s part of the reason I came to study so far away from home.”

That struck me. “I thought you were 18 when you moved to America?” He didn’t look at me. “This relationship was in high school?”

“Well, I was in high school.” My stomach twisted. I was flooded with this nasty, ugly, hateful anger, and Julian must’ve noticed the change in my breathing because he looked down at me and chuckled. “Down, boy,” he murmured, and I shot him a glare before returning to my home in the weave of his sweater.

“I’m not happy that you didn’t tell me before your parents actually showed up,” I said, “but I want us to move past it. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said quietly, and he kissed my head. I nestled further into his arms and he squeezed me tight.

“You know, I thought I got you into trouble earlier—when I let slip you’re a bartender.”

“I did too, for a second,” he replied, a smile in his voice, “which would’ve been hypocritical considering the summer my mom was a topless bartender at a beach in Marseille.”

I choked. “Why do you know that?” He just laughed.

The day went really well after that. I loved watching Julian interact with his family, even when they were speaking French and I had no idea what they were saying. Finally, after weeks of quiet, antsy Julian, I got my goofy boy back. At first, I was unsure of the extent to which I was meant to touch him. His parents were accepting of his sexuality in theory, sure, but seeing it in practice is another thing. Julian showed no reserve, however, giving me constant touches and kisses and even pulling me into his lap at one point, to his mother’s amusement and my chagrin. I ended up learning very little about his parents beside the fact that Mrs. Osman was a very private person and Mr. Osman a very quiet one. They clearly loved Julian, though, and that was all that mattered to me.

It was around five o’clock when I made my exit.

“Unfortunately, I have to go prepare Sunday dinner for a bunch of ingrates,” I said with a sigh. Mrs. Osman rolled her eyes and Mr. Osman laughed—I had already explained the nature of my work to them. I collected my things and said my goodbyes, promising to return in the morning, and Julian walked me down to my car. He had managed to cajole his landlord into giving him one of the vacant parking spots in the garage a few weeks ago, so now I was able to just park and hop in the elevator.

The elevator doors closed and Julian wrapped his arms around me. “Thank you for today, Matty.”

I kissed him softly on the cheek. “I really like them.” He gave me a look and I gave it right back. “I do! They remind me of you, in different ways.”

He groaned. “Oh, don’t tell me that!” I laughed.

“They’re great. And I’m glad you get to be with family on Christmas.” His gaze started to turn guilty and I clucked my tongue. “No, no, Juli, I’m with family too. Phoebs and Tali and the kids are my family. Really.” He smiled sadly and tucked my hair behind my ear.

The elevator dinged. “What’s the frown for?” I asked, stepping out and tugging on his hand.

“Nothing, lou,” he replied, and I raised a brow. He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Okay, liar,” I said, with a cheekiness to my voice, and that earned me a little tiny grin. I poked his ribs and dashed away before he could retaliate.

“Hey!” he called after me. I galloped away, laughing and spinning, and he gave chase. I stopped on my heels just short of ramming into my car, and before I knew it, Julian was in front of me, pressing my body against the back door.

“You caught me,” I panted, trying but not really trying to hold back an impish smile. He pushed the backpack off my shoulder and it fell to the asphalt. I began to protest, but he cut me off with a kiss.

I knew Julian’s moods well enough to know that he wasn’t feeling gentle. The past few days he’d been so wound up about aydınlı escort his parents that I hadn’t even been thinking about sex; I had just wanted my Juli to be okay. Now, however, with his lips on mine, his warm skin pressed against me, my sex drive was rearing. I held her back a moan as he grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. We stood there for a while, making out and grinding like teenagers, until the sounds of another car prompted me to pull away.

My boyfriend wasn’t done yet, it seemed, and grabbed my hair to pull me back in. “Julian,” I laughed, evading his kiss and pushing our bodies up and away from the car. “I have to go.”

“Can you come by later?” he breathed, running his hands over my ass. I suppressed a snort as he pulled me closer by my ass and began to kiss my neck. Tops.

“Lili. We’re not gonna fuck with your parents in the next room.”

He huffed into my neck. “We can just watch a movie.”

I laughed and kissed his head. “Nice try, love. See you tomorrow.”

He stood there and sulked as I pulled out of the spot and drove away.

******

Julian

I returned to my apartment frustrated. I opened the door and set my keys down, rounding the corner to see my mother sitting beside my father on the couch, his arm around her shoulder and her head resting between his shoulder and his chest.

A newspaper sat on his thigh, folded neatly into quarters to present the day’s crossword. My mother held it down as he penned in an answer. He murmured something and she laughed, and he looked down at her like she was made of sunshine and stars.

“Viens, Lili, join us,” she said, without looking up. I obeyed, walking over and sitting on the other side of my dad. He ruffled my hair, and my mother reached over his lap to squeeze my hand. “I like him,” she declared. “He’s kind, and he clearly cares for you.” I nodded.

She took the pen from my father. 14-Across: Four letters; “where icicles may hang.” E-A-V-E.

“His profession is noble, too,” Baba added. 38-Down: Nine letters; “Western Italian food?” S-P-A-G-H-E-T-T-I. My mother chuckled at him, and he grinned at her.

“I love him,” I concluded. They turned their smiles to me.

I was surprised by how nice it felt to prepare dinner with my parents. In my tiny galley kitchen, me tending to the couscous, my mother to the vegetables, and my father to the meat, each of us swearing as we elbowed each other sides and stepped on each other’s toes, it felt like we were back in our first shoddy little flat, before my father got published and everything changed for us. The only thing missing was Lolo.

By the time my parents turned in, I was absolutely drained. All in all, the day had gone well, but it had been extremely trying and tiring.

I missed Matty.

These days, any time I finished up a bad shift or a difficult exam, all I wanted was to go home, mine or Matty’s, it didn’t matter, and snuggle up with my lou.

I threw my comforter off and sat up. I stepped into my slippers, grabbed my keys, and tiptoed out the door.

******

Matty

Honestly, I thought he might show up. And, of course, I was hoping he would. I didn’t want to ask that of him, but my buzzer sounded off all the same, and I didn’t even ask who it was before allowing them up.

He arrived exhausted, his slow walk looking more like a crawl. I hadn’t realized how hard this day would be on him. I waved him over to the couch and guided his body into my arms. He snuggled up to me like a sleepy cat, and a cute little smile appeared on his face. “Hi handsome,” I murmured, running my fingers lightly through his hair.

“I missed you,” he replied.

“It’s gonna be awkward when your parents catch you sneaking back in.”

“I missed you.”

I suppressed a smile. “Let’s go to bed, then, sweetheart.”

******

The next day, I was early to rise; I had lots of Christmas planning to do at the House. Luckily, I had awoken as the big spoon, so I retracted myself from bed fairly easily.

As I scrubbed at various nooks and crannies, I attempted to conjure the day’s schedule in my head. A speaker, a new volunteer from Planned Parenthood, was coming to speak to the high-school-age kids since they were out of classes. She—I think it was a she, I had yet to meet her—was coming to deliver what our county educators had failed to: some proper sex education.

I wish Juli would come give me some proper sex education.

Fuck. I hopped out of the spray, washcloth still in hand, and trotted over to the open door to my bedroom. I hesitated for a moment before grinning and throwing the wet rag at Julian’s sleeping form.

“Hey!”

Oh. Not-so-sleeping, I suppose.

I laughed and rushed back to the shower, sliding the curtain closed behind me. I heard the door open and listened carefully as he slipped his clothes off and pitter-pattered over to the shower, my body tense with anticipation. He slipped in behind me, attempted subtlety in placing down the lube and condom he’d brought, and laid a gentle hand on my back. I took the hint, leaning over and placing my hands against the wall. He bent over and nibbled along the curve of my ear, as though he meant to distract me from the fact that he was adjusting the water temperature.

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Strawberry Ice Cream Pt. 01

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Jessica had just moved out of her home and was struggling to make it on her own. She was eighteen years old working as a waitress and a barista to try and make ends meet. Things were so much easier just a few months earlier. She was living at home and she was still in school. She missed her parents, her social life, her long free days, and the ability to masturbate at her leisure. Sure, she could masturbate now, but she was always so drained at the end of the day. Jessica barely had enough money to enjoy herself after paying her bills and putting some away in her savings account. Adult life was turning out to be a real bummer.

On top of everything, Jessica was lonely. Her friends all went their own ways and her coworkers were miserable. The only things that kept her company were her calico cat Marshmallow, her vast stuffed animal collection, and various online chat rooms. It was as if the world forgot about Jessica. Then one day Derrick messaged her.

Derrick was an old family friend. He was her father’s best friend who would always be included in their various family activities, at least until Jessica started to get older. He was roughly 39, a few years younger than Jessica’s dad. He would always spoil her and bring her all sorts of presents growing up. Derrick always seemed to make time for Jessica compared to her workaholic father.

Jessica read the message and the two entered a conversation:

Derrick: Hey Jessie. How are things? It’s been awhile.

Jessica: Things are ok I guess. Just trudging along. What about yourself?

Derrick: Oh God, where do I begin? Ida and I are getting divorced. It’s rough and she’s trying to take all of my stuff. Other than that though I’m ok.

Jessica: I’m sorry to hear that.

Derrick: Don’t worry about it. I’m all good. Now what do you mean by trudging along?

Jessica: It’s just that I’m working all the time and I’m lonely. Not too many smiles going around these days.

Derrick: Aww we’ll have to change that. How would you like to come over tomorrow night? We could order a pizza, play a game, and even maybe watch some movies. We could catch up too.

Jessica felt a little weird about it, but she knew it would be fun. It almost sounded like he was asking her on a date, but that would be silly. He was one of her oldest friends. She knew she could trust him. It sounded like exactly what she was needing.

Jessica: Yeah! Of Course! What time?

Derrick: I could pick you up around six maybe?

Jessica: Sounds great!

Jessica then sent him the address to her apartment and some directions. Derrick replied with a gigantic smiley face.

After microwaving and eating a burrito, Jessica cracked open one of her cheap romance novels and tucked herself in on her thin, uncomfortable mattress. She got to the point where the characters were confessing their feelings to each other and then she passed out.

…

Jessica just got off of her barista shift and rushed home to freshen up before Derrick would be over. She changed into some dark denim skinny jeans, some cute black sandals and a comfy pink blouse. She put some messy waves in her auburn hair and put on a little bit of makeup. Casual, yet cute and that was good enough for Jessica.

She left out plenty of food for her cat. Then she looked out the window for a few minutes and butterflies frenzied in her stomach as she noticed a red SUV pull up outside. Her phone beeped and she saw that Derrick was letting her know bağdatcaddesi escort he was here. She locked her door and rushed down the stairs. Derrick got out and Jessica gave him a great big hug.

“Hey, I missed you,” she said

“I missed you too. Are you ready for tonight?” Derrick replied.

“I sure am!”

Jessica loosened her hold on Derrick and took a few steps back. She took a good look at him. He looked really good for a 39 year-old. He had sharp blue eyes and only had a few grey hairs in his thick dark hair. He was pretty fit as far as she could tell and taller than she remembered. He was wearing a green button up shirt and some slacks. Jessica almost felt under-dressed. He was wearing a bold scent that Jessica delighted in.

“Just hop on in sweetheart,” Derrick said as he opened her side door, staring at her ass as she climbed in. “It looks like I only live about half a mile away from you, so we’ll be there in no time.”

After some light conversation they were there. Derrick lived in a two-story, dark-grey house in a small neighborhood. There was a black iron fence around his home with beautiful leafy metal work. Derrick held Jessica’s arm as he invited her inside, closing and locking the door behind them. The living room was sizable with beige carpeting, a love seat and some matching chairs were in the middle of the room. A wide television set on top of a dark wood stand faced it. There was also a bookshelf against the wall and fireplace at the other side of the room. Other than that, the large room was a little under furnished.

“This is a nice place you’ve got here” Jessica said.

“Well, I like to try,” Derrick replied.

“It’s just so comfortable.”

“Well I’m glad you’re comfortable here.”

“Come, sit down,” he said, gesturing to the love seat.

Jessica sunk into the puffy cushions. She sprawled out playfully and let out a little yawn.

“So what kind of pizza do you like?”

“Pepperoni and mushrooms.”

“Mushrooms? Tsk tsk. Just kidding. You’re my guest,” Derrick said laughing.

Derrick ordered the pizza and when it got there, the two ate their fill of the pizza, and they made a small pallet in front of the couch from blankets and pillows. They laid next to each other and watched some old reruns of a sitcom Jessica could barely remember.

“How about some strawberry ice cream? I hope it’s still your favorite,” Derrick asked.

Jessica confirmed, “Yeah I still love the stuff. I’m mostly full, but I could always go for a bowl of strawberry ice cream.”

David smiled and went into the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later and brought a bowl of strawberry ice cream with him that was topped with whipped cream and two cherries with two spoons at opposite sides of the bowl.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing a bowl, I like to cut down on dishes when I can,” Derrick said.

“That’s fine, I don’t mind sharing a bowl with you, what’s a few germs between friends?”

The two laughed and Derrick sat down next to Jessica. He took one spoon and made sure to get a scoop of everything. He then slowly guided the spoon to Jessica staring into her warm brown eyes. Jessica opened her mouth and pressed her lips against the spoon taking in the ice cream. She didn’t break eye contact. When she swallowed, Derrick smeared some more ice cream over her lips and leaned in. He then licked her plump, pink lips.

Jessica opened her mouth again and started beykoz escort licking his tongue. The two locked lips and their tongues wrestled for a few minutes, occasionally pulling away and exchanging hot breathes with lighter kisses.

“This is nice right?” Derrick asked her.

“I like it. I wasn’t expecting this, but I like it. I haven’t kissed a boy, er I mean a guy since I was sixteen,” Jessica replied shyly.

“I’ve been dreaming of this. Do you want this? Are you brave enough to see where this goes?”

“I do and I think so.”

“Oh Jessica, I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s go upstairs!”

Derrick grabbed her soft hand and Jessica followed behind him as he rushed up the stairs. They went into his bedroom which was very dimly lit. They sat together on the cool, white bed and kissed for a while longer. Then Derrick took off her clothes piece by piece lightly tossing them aside. Derrick took off his shirt, but Jessica unzipped his pants and took them off along with his tight boxers.

Jessica admired Derrick’s shape and the lines running along his muscles. She loved his hairy chest and even liked his trimmed pubic hair. Jessica had never seen a dick in her entire life. Sure she’d seen pictures of them, but not a real one right in front of her before. Derrick was big too and fairly erect. Jessica was a bit shocked

Jessica’s ample curves and pale breasts stimulated Derrick. He was amazed at the softness of her skin. He delighted in her hand-filling breasts, her plump ass, her toned legs, and of course her delicious pink and lily white pussy.

She laid down on the bed and Derrick climbed on top of her, putting all of weight on her. They kissed and Derrick then made a trail of kisses from her neck to her breasts. He suckled and licked the right one first and then the left one. He alternated between the two. He squeezed the opposing nipple when his mouth was on the other one. Jessica winced and let out a small noise, but she loved it.

“Are you scared?” Derrick asked.

“Yes and no. I like it, but I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know what it’ll be like.” Jessica whispered.

“Don’t worry, you should like this part at least, and after that I’ll be gentle.”

Derrick kissed her stomach and licked her skin, slowly making his way to her pussy. He kissed her other set of lips and pushed his tongue between them. He teased the inside of her strawberry lips and slowly licked her clit, then he started to go faster. Jessica moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. He added suction with his lips and Jessica was in ecstasy. Then Derrick withdrew his tongue and slipped a finger in her, then two. She squeezed around them. He pulled them out and plunged them back out while she moaned. He repeated until she was wet and Derrick decided she was ready.

He climbed back on top of her and kissed her passionately again with his erection stabbing her clit. He rubbed his wet fingers on his cock and gradually drilled inside her tight, pink walls.

“Oh Derrick.” Jessica wailed.

“Shush” Derrick smiled holding his fingers to his lips, licking them after.

He pulled out and thrusted, and then pulled out and thrusted again. Her gasps and moans were matched by his grunts as the two made an animalistic song together. Derrick grasped her bare legs and lifted them, settling them against his chest. He went faster this way and her pussy became a wet mess, shamelessly leaking onto the bed sheets. caddebostan escort Derrick pulled on her breasts, digging his nails into them. He then leaned closer to her and let her legs return to the sides of the mattress. She embraced him, digging her nails into his back. Her bit into her neck hard and sucked on it. He made sure it was hard enough to leave a dark bruise later. Jessica cried out in pain, but she was so horny and filled with adrenaline that it felt amazing. Gushes of liquid came out of her pussy as she climaxed in true magnificence.

Derrick built up a nice pace and felt like he too would cum soon. He really, really wanted to cum into the girl he’d been fantasizing about since her last birthday. The one he pictured while fucking his wife and a few others for the past months.

“Can.. I.. cum.. inside you?” Derrick asked thrusting and pleading.

“Oh I don’t know,” Jessica said.

“Please? Don’t you like this? It’ll be the best part. You’ll make me very happy if you say yes,” he said looking into her eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, with a little shame.

“Yes, yes. Wait, what?”

With that he came inside her, his cock spitting cum deep down her hole. He didn’t pull out until he thought it was done planting his seeds. His forehead was sweating, his legs were shaking, and his breathing was labored. He flipped over onto his back next to her and stared at the ceiling.

Jessica was flushed and a mess. She put her fingers over her pussy and picked up some cum. She brought it closer so her eyes could see it as she stretched between her fingers. Jessica was aching and her pussy was burning, but she was immensely satisfied. She just gave her virginity to a man more than twice her age. A man she and her entire family trusted.

Jessica closed her eyes and asked, “Does this mean I’ll get pregnant?” Jessica quivered almost in panic. She shed a tear at the thought of becoming a single mom. Her family would be so ashamed and her life would become twice as hard. The misery would be unbearable. Her mind was screaming, ‘why did I say yes?’

Derrick noticed she was starting to cry, “Hey don’t worry about it. You won’t get pregnant I promise. Please don’t cry sweetheart. Here, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He took her to the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom and turned on the faucet to fill the tub. As it was filling up, he got on his knees and scooped some of the cum out with paper towels until it wasn’t leaking anymore. He then took a wet, warm washcloth and cleaned it all out from her pussy. Then with a second one he soaked up the tears on Jessica’s face and put his hand on her face, stroking his thumb on her cheek. He then threw the washcloths into the laundry basket near the bathroom closet.

“Everything’s going to be ok. I’ll take care of you ok” he said with confidence.

Jessica, although doubtful, smiled at him and tried to stop crying. Derrick then stepped away and started to mix in some bubble bath with the warm water until it was filled with bubbles. He guided her into the tub and she laid in it.

Jessica asked, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“No, this is just for you, but I’ll help make you squeaky clean. Then, after that I’ll tuck you in and take a shower later,” he answered.

Jessica found the bubble bath and his words to be juvenile, but she thought it was sweet and let him clean her. Jessica also found herself with a sense of comfort she hadn’t had in quite some time. He lathered the bubbles on her breasts and gently scrubbed every inch of her body.

Later on he drained the tub and dried Jessica off with a marmalade towel and tucked her into his wide, cool bed. He planted a kiss on her forehead and one her mouth and Jessica found herself drifting into slumber.

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Seth’s Fetish Ch. 03

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In order to get pregnant, my wife, the doctor, had prescribed herself fertility drugs. The effect they had on her was amazing. Not only was she hornier than ever, but her breasts, which we already a 38D, swelled to a 38 DD, not that I was complaining. I was getting fucked on a regular basis, trying like hell to impregnate my wife. But as hot as it was, it was becoming a lot of work, and I was itching for her breasts to become milky udders, and her belly round and stretched already.

In May my wife’s sister, Darlene, found out that she had been accepted to Marlborough, a prestigious all girls’ school for her senior year of high school, and her parents invited us to dinner to celebrate. Contrary to most people, I like my in-laws, Dan and Donna. Dan is a firefighter and Donna is a realtor. They’re really cool and laid back people—they’d have to be to raise such a great girl as Dana. With my family being back in Minnesota, Donna’s been like a mother to me, albeit a ridiculously hot one. She is what I hope Dana will be in twenty years. She’s 45 (she had Dana when she was 16) but she doesn’t look a day over 35. She attributes this to the fact that she doesn’t care what she looks like. This, she says, doesn’t cause wrinkles. I don’t care what it is, she looks hot.

We arrived at my in-laws house around 6:30, potato salad in tow. Donna answered the door and the sight of her nearly caused me to drop the bowl. She was wearing a low cut tank top that showed off those gorgeous tits and a short jean skirt that showed off her legs.

“Hi kids,” she greeted us warmly, hugging and kissing us each in turn. She smelled great, like vanilla and Budweiser. Donna liked to drink while she cooked, and I could tell she was already a little tipsy.

“I’ll take that,” Donna said, taking the salad. “Help yourself to drinks, there’s chips and salsa, but dinner will be ready in a minute.” We headed into the kitchen for a visit. Dana and I sat at the bar while Donna sat at the kitchen table.

“Where’s daddy?” Dana asked as she opened a beer for me and one for herself.

“Oh, Dan took Darlene to buy a car,” Donna said dismissively. “I dropped them off at the dealership an hour ago.”

“A car!” Dana exclaimed. “He made me buy my own car, and it was a piece of crap!”

“Well he isn’t buying her a Ferrari,” Donna amended. “But Marlborough is a lot farther away than Jefferson High, and she’s gonna need transportation.”

“Just why is she changing high schools in her senior year?” I asked. “Doesn’t Darlene want to be with all her friends?”

“It was something she and Dan decided,” Donna answered. “I had no part of it. But I something tells me we’re going to find out when her report card comes.”

“Bad grades and a car?” Dana whined. “I am so the red-headed step child.” The phone rang and Donna excused herself to answer it. I looked over at Dana as she chugged down her beer. The air conditioning was suadiye escort making her nipples hard, and I took the opportunity to snag a little suckle through her top.

“Se-eth,” she admonished. “My mother is right there.”

“I know,” I said with a leer, and continued my assault.

“Uh, Dana?” I looked up guiltily and saw Donna poking her head in. “Dad wants to talk to you.” Dana sent me a dirty look as she slid off the stool and took the phone from her mother. Donna came in and poured herself a wine cooler.

“Dad wants me to go to the dealership,” Dana explained.

“Uh-oh, you think everything’s okay?” I asked.

“I’m sure it’s just to keep me from killing Darlene,” she said grabbing her purse. “I’ll be back.” I waved good bye as Dana walked out the door.

“So, Seth, how’s the law firm?” she asked.

“Uh, okay, I guess,” I answered, getting myself another beer. “I’m still on the partner fast track, but honestly I probably won’t it until someone quits or dies.”

Donna laughed and I was struck by how much Dana got from her.

“And, aside from that, how are things?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t know if Dana told you or not, but we’re going to have a baby.”

“You mean I’m going to be a grandmother?” Donna squealed excitedly.

“Well, not yet. But we’re trying.”

“Oh, I see. You know, I always hear people talking about trying to have a baby, and I envy them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I never had to try to have a baby,” she said with a laugh. “Mine just happened. I get pregnant so easily. I mean, Dana came along, and then I was on the pill and somehow Darlene was born. It seems like Dan and I always had to suck each other off for sexual release cause I was always getting pregnant.” Just then Dana looked at me and turned red. “Oh, god, listen to me going on. That was probably too much information coming from your mother-in-law. It probably weirds you out to hear me talk about being pregnant.” Actually it was quite a turn on.

“No, it doesn’t,” I said casually. Donna reached up and grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot for her and me.

“Here,” she said. “I don’t know about you, but I need one of these. Cheers.” I drank down my shot, the liquid warmth spreading throughout my stomach. After two beers and nothing to eat since lunch, I was in danger of becoming tipsy.

“So if it’s really easy for you to get pregnant, then shouldn’t it be easy for Dana?” I asked.

Donna shrugged. “Honestly, it’s probably stress. I know how seriously Dana takes her job, and she’s probably taking this baby making thing too seriously. I mean, it should be fun, don’t you think? I know for me there’s nothing sexier than the thought of being bred by my husband, his seed filling me, having him nurse from me.” The way she was talking, god, she was making me hard. I thought Donna was going to start touching her self, but instead yakacık escort she looked at me with a mischievous grin.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked as she poured another drink for us. At this rate she was going to be snockered.

“What’s your secret, Donna?” I asked, playing along. She put her hands on her breasts and lifted them up.

“These still have milk in them,” she whispered, which made my cock twitch.

“What?” I asked.

“Ever since Dana was born they’ve had milk in them. That’s why there’re so big. Dan loves to feed off of me. And I figure you’d like to, too. I’ve seen the way you stare at them.” Donna walked up to me and unbuttoned her top, her breasts spilling forth. They were magnificent. They were rounded, like cantaloupes, with giant nipples that stuck out about a half inch.

This was a dream come true. I had dreamed and fantasized about Donna since I was in college, and now here she was in front of me, ready to indulge in my fetish. The cold air hardened her nipples and the sensation made a little drop of milk escape. She took her index finger and captured the drop, then smeared it on my lips. She watched as I licked them. I could taste the thin flavor of sweet milk on my lips.

“Want a better taste?” she asked me. I nodded, and lowered my head to Donna’s chest. Her milk was sweet, thick and rich, and I was hooked instantly. I could see Donna was loving this, so I was confused when she pulled away. But all she did was take off her top and gave me a better look at the twins.

“I have to finish making dinner,” she said as she walked over to the stove. “This recipe calls for a cup of milk.” I walked over to the refrigerator but Donna stopped me.

“No, no,” she said. “I use fresh milk.” She led me over to the stove, then placed my hands on her udders. “I need your help for this part.” Gently I pulled on Donna’s nipples, aiming for the pot of the stove. It took me a while to get a rhythm going, but once I did, they began to squirt on their own, and I only had to pull on them when the flow ebbed. I began kissing Donna’s neck, enjoying the smell of milk and vanilla. I could feel her reach in between us and unzip my jeans. She stroked my already hard cock, tracing it lightly with her finger, making me shake.

“Oh, yes,” Donna moaned. “Oh, yeah, baby, you’re so good at that. Oh, yeah, milk me. Milk momma’s full breasts. Oh, they’re so full. Drain me.” I noticed now that Donna’s skirt had ridden up over her hips, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. I reached down in between her legs and felt her. Fuck she was wet, and still tight. I found her clit and began tapping it with my finger, which, combined with my milking, make her tremble and sent her into an orgasm. Her hips pushed back against me. My cock was poised at her entrance.

“Do you want me to fuck you Donna?” I asked, tapping on her clit faster and faster. “Do you want şerifali escort me inside of your pussy?”

“Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me. But don’t…don’t cum in me.”

“No deal, Donna,” I whispered. “I have an impregnation fetish, and I’m going to cum inside you, or not at all.”

“But…I’m…fertile…oh god, yes, fuck me, Seth, I need you in me now!”

“Say it, then, Donna. Say you want to have my baby.”

“Yes! Yes, oh god, Seth, knock me up. I’m such a whore for sperm! Put your baby maker in me and give me your baby! I want it! I want to have your baby!” With that I bent Donna over the kitchen table and slipped inside her. She was so wet, I went in without a problem. Gripping her hips, I pumped furiously inside of her. I couldn’t help thinking that this was where my wife had come from, and now here I was, about to fill it up with my child. I could feel her contracting. I was so close.

“Here it comes, Donna, here’s your baby! Here it is, you’re gonna be so full up, so round and swollen because of me! Ahhh!”

I shot rope after rope of fertile spunk into my mother in law. She collapsed on the table, panting hard.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered as she came down, “Oh Jesus! That was awesome.” I nodded. Donna sat up and headed down the hall to change, while I cleaned up the kitchen. I had just finished when Dana returned with her father and sister.

“You are looking at the proud owner of a 1991 Chevy Camaro,” Dana said proudly, putting her arms around her sister.

“Wow, congratulations,” I said to Darlene.

“I told her she should have gotten a Firebird,” Dan said as he shook my hand.

“That’s cause you’re a fireman,” Darlene said. “And that’s not enough of a reason. Come on the horse power in a Camaro is way better than a Firebird.” Dan ruffled Darlene’s blond hair, and I noticed for the first time how she looked like a younger version of Dana and her mother. Talk about good genes.

“Where’s Donna?” Dan asked. “I’m starved.”

“Oh, uh…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Right here, sweetie,” Donna said coming from the kitchen.

“Mom, you changed again?” Darlene complained. “I swear, she wears all of her clothes in one day.”

“Don’t give me shit after I just spent all afternoon making you this dinner,” Donna warned her daughter with a smile. They all headed to the kitchen.

“Do you smell that?” Dan asked.

“What?” Seth asked nervously, hoping the room didn’t still reek of sex.

“That amazing soup,” Dan said with a smile. He went over and kissed his wife. “I swear, honey I don’t know how you make that soup taste so great.”

“Secret ingredient,” Donna replied, with a wink for me.

A month later, I was sitting at home watching a football game. Dana had gone to lunch with a friend from work, and I was taking to opportunity to just veg out on the couch. Just as the team was about to make a touchdown, the phone rang. I groaned and paused the TV. Gotta love Tivo.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi Seth.”

“Donna, hi, how are you? What’s going on?”

“Uh, listen, Seth, I…I better just tell you this before I lose my nerve. I’m pregnant.”

To be continued…

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Roberto the Mechanic Stud Ch. 03

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—–

Things were extremely busy at the auto shop on this snowing Monday evening. There were the drop-in customers new to the neighbourhood, having just moved into the crop of freshly-built townhouses all over the suburb. There were the regulars who delayed switching to winter tires until the first snow storm, which came yesterday. And then there were all the cars with dented bumpers and doors, due to that very same force of nature.

All of this was great for business, of course, which was the way Fred the office manager saw it, but bad for fatigue and sanity, the way Roberto the head technician saw it. He was so tired from the seemingly endless lists of clients and tasks, and from overseeing the four other mechanics, that he contemplated skipping the gym tomorrow morning to sleep in an extra hour.

The mechanic had just finished spending three painstaking hours hammering out a series of dents on the bumper of a Mercedes sedan, and was stretching out his tight shoulders, when Fred walked into the garage.

“Buddy, Ms. Yeung is here.”

Roberto dropped his arms and spun around to face his business partner. “Shit, it’s six-thirty already??”

“Yeah, and we’re running behind…”

“Yeah, Fred, I know…” Roberto turned back to the Mercedes and got ready to drive it back out to Mrs. Milhouse.

“Uh, Rob?”

“What?” He pulled open the driver’s door.

“She wants to talk to you,” Fred said. Roberto paused. He’d sort of prepared for this possibility, after all that had happened between him and Danny over a week ago. He knew there were several ways this could play out, depending on how much Danny told his mother.

Walking up to the front desk, the mechanic saw a wary-looking Ms. Yeung standing by herself. Around her, the waiting room was filled with people hoping for a drop-in appointment. Fred and another employee fielded questions in person and on the phone.

“Hi, Ms. Yeung. You wanted to talk?”

“Yes. Can we go outside?”

“Sure.” Ms. Yeung turned and opened the front door. They walked outside and rounded the corner to the side of the building.

“Roberto, you know I trust you with my car. You’re a hardworking, smart guy. You know I’ve referred your shop to all my friends,” Ms. Yeung said calmly.

“Yes, thank you.”

“But, I don’t know if I can trust you around my son.” The mother’s stare was unyielding.

“You have nothing to worry about, Ms. Yeung. We’re just buds.” Roberto shuffled his feet.

“My son is still a boy. He’ll deny it all he wants, but he hasn’t seen very much yet. I can’t have you…” Ms. Yeung hesitated. Finally, she asked, “What do you want with my son?”

“Like I said, Ms. Yeung, we’re just friends. Danny’s a cool guy…” Ms. Yeung took a deep breath before Roberto finished. “…and we just want to get to know each other.”

There was a pause. Then, Danny’s mother let it out.

“I’ve seen how those women look at you, Roberto. They come into the shop and they should be ashamed. Married women, and they come in with no bras, and their helium voices…and what do you do?” Dramatic pause. “You smile and play the game.” Ms. Yeung shook her head. “Danny isn’t one of them, Roberto. You can’t play him.”

“Look, Ms. Yeung, I dunno what you’re talking about, but with all due respect, Danny’s a young man and he can make his own decisions,” he said, starting to walk away. “Is your car out in the front?” he asked, not turning his back. She didn’t answer, just followed him to the parking lot at the front of the shop.

When the mechanic saw the sky blue Civic, he took out the key, Danny’s key. The key the boy left behind after giving him one of the best blowjobs he’d ever gotten.

“Where did you get that key??” Ms. Yeung demanded.

Roberto closed his eyes and cursed under his breath.

—–

“Yes, Roberto, fuck me hard…”

Danny pressed the buzzing vibrator onto his anus. With his other hand, he jacked off his five-incher furiously.

“Make me your bitch, Roberto…” He fantasized that the mechanic had him pinned down on the back seat of his Civic, his face pressed against the cloth fabric. The massive nine-inch cock he saw, and touched, and tasted over a week ago was now drilling into him like a machine, with strokes long and deep. He was getting fucked in his family car. How disrespectful…how maddeningly fikirtepe escort erotic.

Although his face down, ass up position on the bed would say otherwise, Danny was an anal virgin. Rubbing his cherry red vibrator around his hole was the most action he ever got in the back. That was because a year ago, after he’d heard about his gay friends’ hookup stories, he was afraid of the pain of bottoming. But, also, he’d been waiting for the right guy to do it with. And now, now that it seemed like Danny had found the right guy, he started entertaining the idea of going all the way.

“Yes, fuck me hard, Roberto! Make me beg for your cum!” Danny whined. With a firm touch, he guided the vibrator all over his hairless perineum and balls, while he brought his other hand to his mouth and spat in it. Reaching down to his turgid dick, he closed his lubricated fist around the shaft and stroked hard. In the filthy scene he was constructing in his head, the mechanic’s sweaty, pungent, heavy body was crushing him from above, while his dripping monster cock pistoned deep inside his rectum. The boy was getting close.

“ROBERTO!!” he screamed as he stabbed the vibrator into his asshole. Hot ropes of cum shot out of his piss slit and splashed on the white towel he’d laid over the bed. He flashed back to his cum tasting session in the Civic, how he just kept sucking and licking even when Roberto went soft. Suddenly, the scene flipped: he imagined the mechanic doing it to him instead, sucking him dry even when he begged for mercy…

That made Danny cum a second time, the orgasm so hard his knees buckled, bringing his lifted pelvis down onto the towel-covered bed. His dick and stomach were smushed with cooling cum. With two fingers, the boy reached down and dipped into the pool of semen soaking into the white towel. He brought his fingertips to his lips. Slowly, he inserted his digits into his mouth.

Roberto tasted saltier than him.

“Danny!” It was his mother.

“What??” Danny yelled back, annoyed. He quickly got up and tried to clean himself.

“Come downstairs. I need to talk to you.”

The boy wondered what all the fuss was about. As he pulled his pajama pants up around his perky, hairless butt, it hit him:

“She talked with Roberto!”

He totally forgot today was when the Civic’s tires were scheduled for rotation. Flustered, he felt like he was going to be judged for the sinful actions he did in the car that night.

“Can you explain to me how the mechanic got your key?” his mother asked once he entered the kitchen. She stood with one hand on her hip, the car key on the kitchen table. Danny prepared to recite the story he’d rehearsed.

“Remember I told you I got really drunk partying with Richie a week ago? Well, we ran into Roberto downtown, and he offered to drive me home because he didn’t think it was safe for me to drive. Then when we pulled up to the house, I started getting sick so I just rushed out the car and came in and threw up in the toilet. And then, and then I just felt so sick that I just went upstairs and passed out.” Finishing the story, Danny forced himself to look at his mother straight in the eye.

She didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that her son’s story matched Roberto’s almost exactly, down to Danny feeling sick and running into the house, forgetting his key in the process. “So why did you lie to me? You told me you lost your key that night!”

“Because I didn’t want to go through this, mom! I knew you’d think Roberto did something bad to me…” He sat down at a kitchen chair and hung his head. Whew! His mother seemed to have bought it.

“Danny, he’s not good for you. I don’t mind you dating another boy…”

“I’m not a boy!”

“I don’t mind you dating, Danny, but not Roberto. He’s a player, a seducer…”

“How do you know??” her son asked, exasperated.

“I know! I just know, Danny. I know men like him, and I don’t want you near men like him. Do you hear me?” His mother stood right in front of him. Danny looked away. “Do you hear me?”

“Fine, mom, whatever, ruin my life,” Danny muttered, getting up.

“Stay away from him, Danny. I will find another mechanic if I must. I will speak ill of him to all my friends,” his mother threatened. Her son knew there was no point in arguing on. He started up the stairs when he mom continued, “I hope you’re going to your room to change into shovelling clothes.”

Danny stopped and turned around. His mother pointed towards the window, where he could see snow falling steadily outside. The boy groaned and stomped to his room.

No, Danny wasn’t ready to give up just yet. But he realized he had to act quickly if he wanted to see Roberto again. He picked up the phone and dialed Richie’s number.

—–

A week or so later, almost midnight on a Friday, Roberto was closing up the auto shop by himself. It’d been another long day, and tomorrow’s schedule looks about the same. One of his full-timers offered to open the shop with Fred tomorrow, so at least gebze escort he could sleep in a bit and go to the gym before work.

His cell phone rang. He looked at the caller display and sighed. After another two rings, the mechanic sighed again and picked up.

“Hey Chad.”

“Wow, the mechanic stud picks up!”

‘What’s up, Chad?” the mechanic asked wearily.

“Wanna come over?”

“…sorry, Chad. I’m still at the shop. I’ve been here since eight this morning and I really need some sleep.”

“Not willing to help a friend out now, Robbie? How many times did I stumble into work late because you wanted a late-night fuck?”

“I dunno…how many times?” The mechanic stepped into the washroom and unzipped.

Chad was caught off guard. “Twice….but the point is, we’re friends, and friends help each other out. So help me out, Robbie. You like helping me out, don’t ya?”

A thick stream of piss shot from Roberto’s flaccid dick and splattered into the toilet bowl.

“I”m sorry, man. It’s been crazy here today and I’m really tired. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” The mechanic scratched his itchy, growing pubes. He shaved it and his chest for Chad’s birthday a few weeks ago; the executive liked his fuck buddy shaved.

“Are you going to fuck that boy?” Chad asked flatly. Roberto’s hand jumped and pushed his cock, spraying piss outside the toilet bowl.

“What?”

“I saw you with a boy, Robbie, at my birthday. Short, skinny.” Chad took a breath. “Younger.”

The piss stream slowed to a dribble. “Listen, Chad, we talked about this. No strings, we keep it fun, we don’t ask about the other guys. And we end it when one of us wants to.”

“And are we ending it?” Chad asked immediately. Roberto sighed, shook his dick a few times, then stuffed it back into his briefs.

“No, Chad, we are not ending it. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Fine. Call me.” Chad hung up abruptly.

Roberto shook his head and washed his hands. He stared at the mirror for a while, wondering what he was doing. The tap water kept running.

Then the front door buzzer sounded and he jumped. Wondering who the heck it could be, he grabbed a screwdriver on his way out of the washroom.

But it wasn’t a robber waiting for Roberto at the front desk. It was Danny in his puffy winter jacket.

“What are you doing here?” the mechanic asked, surprised.

“I was hoping you didn’t go home yet.” Roberto could see the nerves and excitement in Danny’s face.

“You just caught me. I was about to head out.”

“You told me sometimes you leave this late. So I took a chance.” Roberto didn’t know what was going on, but he did know that he wanted to walk up to the boy, the boy who’s been appearing more and more often in his mind, and kiss him.

This time, Danny kissed back, thrusting his tongue into Roberto’s open mouth and sucking his lips. The mechanic thought about unzipping the young man’s jacket, but decided to knead his buttocks instead. Danny moaned his approval, dueling with Roberto’s tongue.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Roberto said after ending the long kiss.

Danny felt like he was on a big adventure. “I wanted to give you my phone number.”

“That’s it?” Roberto asked, grinning. Danny bit his lower lip.

“I had to do it before my mom stopped me from seeing you. She already did, but…I had to do it before she switched mechanics and talked shit about you.”

Roberto was surprised Ms. Yeung was ready to do all that to prevent him from seeing her son. “Did you get in trouble?”

“No, not yet.”

“Did she see you come out?”

“I snuck out. She’s an early sleeper.” Roberto was finding out this boy wasn’t so innocent after all. He smirked.

“What are you gonna tell her about tonight?”

“Well, first I’m sending Richie a text. We’re at his house playing video games and I’m sleeping overnight,” Danny said, winking. Roberto laughed. He took out his cell phone and Danny did the same. They silently exchanged numbers in the dimly lit waiting room.

“So, you weren’t planning on going home tonight,” Roberto said, raising his eyebrows. Danny blushed; the mechanic realized he missed seeing that.

“So, you talked with my mom last week,” Danny retorted.

“Yeah…I always knew she was a tough lady, but man…she laid it down.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. And she can’t control who I like.” At this, Danny glanced up at the tall, strapping mechanic. Roberto chuckled; it’d been a long time since someone interested him beyond the physical. And if he was honest, he was more than interested in Danny. He was fascinated by him.

“Are you hungry, Danny?” the mechanic asked, resting his hand on his favourite spot: Danny’s hips.

“Sure.” He wasn’t really, but any excuse to spend more time with Roberto worked for him.

“I know this great diner. Follow me.”

—–

The 50s-style diner, open 24 hours, served food that would never be found in Roberto’s strict meal plan. He’d içerenköy escort been really good during the holidays, though, and decided to start his cheat day with Danny at 1am on Saturday.

Danny thought he wasn’t hungry, but when his all-day breakfast arrived he gorged it down in several minutes. Roberto teased that he could remember another time when Danny devoured something so hungrily. The boy choked in response and shifted on the turquoise vinyl bench seat.

Conversation flowed easily during the late-night meal. Roberto was tired, and ordered a coffee along with his food, but he felt energized talking and joking with Danny. In his mind, he started working out what to say to convince Danny to stay the night, should he back out at the last minute.

If he only knew that Danny would’ve said yes to basically anything the mechanic suggested. He felt, for the first time in his life, that he was taking a stand for himself and taking a risk to do what he really wanted.

He had a boyfriend before, Liam. He was two years older than Danny, and Caucasian. Liam pursued him in school and was very nice, very accommodating, and loyal. He wasn’t bad-looking. They dated for six months. Then Danny got bored.

But this…was this love?

That was one of the many questions Danny didn’t dare to ask.

“Ready to go, sexy?” Roberto asked after paying for the bill. Danny would’ve fought to split it, but the mechanic had paid it already while the boy went to the washroom.

“Yeah,” Danny replied, smiling.

“Where to?” the mechanic asked. Danny giggled, then looked up shyly at Roberto.

Soon they went to their cars and headed for the mechanic’s apartment.

—–

Roberto lived in a modest one-bedroom that was sparsely decorated but clean. It was also cluttered in the exact same way as the auto shop: stuff everywhere, but organized. There was workout equipment that Danny had never seen before, and a pretty nice home theater set. The kitchen looked like it got a fair bit of use. Roberto offered the boy a drink and he chose orange juice; he downed that quickly.

The tour around the apartment didn’t take very long, and soon Danny found himself staring at Roberto’s king-sized bed, conveniently the last stop.

“You okay, Danny? Do you need anything?” Roberto asked, standing right behind him. The boy shook his head.

“You okay with this?” the mechanic continued, smoothing his hands over Danny’s chest.

“Um hmm,” the boy nodded. The muscular hunk reached for the button and zipper on Danny’s jeans and unfastened both in seconds. Leaning down to plant a kiss on the boy’s neck, he slipped his hands under the waistband of the tighty whities he found and shed both layers of clothing off in one push.

Danny grimaced as his rapidly-stiffening cock bent down with the pulled briefs. In the next moment, though, Roberto’s solid hands wrapped around his shaft and hairless balls. He felt the mechanic bite down on his neck and he gasped.

“You got me off so good last time…” Roberto breathed as he fondled Danny’s genitals. The boy pressed his hands to his chest and started playing with his hard nips. He felt the hand around his balls let go and circle around his thigh. It squeezed his buttock, and then it slid into his crack. Danny shot up on tiptoe.

“Are you a virgin, Danny?” Roberto asked, a whisper in the boy’s ear. When Danny didn’t answer, Roberto pressed a finger into his anus.

“Ah!” Danny jumped away from Roberto. That answered his question. Danny stood there, a bit embarrassed. To alleviate the tension, the mechanic thought he’d strip off his clothes.

It worked. Danny’s eyes went wide as he was reintroduced to the mechanic’s chiselled physique, now accented with dark hair. Every muscle, every defined contour…the boy looked like he was ready to get down on his knees and worship Roberto. That made the mechanic hard, fast.

“Take off your shirt and get on the bed,” he ordered. Danny did as told and laid down on Roberto’s firm bed.

“Open your legs and lift them up,” he commanded. Danny did as told, exposing his virginal asshole to the top. He was shivering. “Are you cold, Danny?” Roberto asked, slowly walking towards the bed with that light swagger of his. Danny shook his head and squeezed his eyes and sphincter shut tightly.

“Just relax, baby,” the mechanic soothed, his mighty cock pointing up at the ceiling with a slight bend to the right. Precum seeped out and dripped onto the hardwood floor. Roberto crawled into bed and Danny gripped the back of his thighs a little tighter.

With his face inches from his prize, Roberto marvelled at the bud, completely hairless, for a few seconds. Then he licked it.

Danny squealed and let go of his legs. The mechanic grabbed the back of the boy’s thighs and buried his face in Danny’s crack, tasting everything the boy had to offer.

The boy was in ecstasy. Even when he went down there himself with his cherry red vibrator, it was never like this…the sensations coming from Roberto’s tongue bath drove the boy crazy. The licks, the sucks, the bites, the kisses to his anus, his perineum, up his balls and then back down to his anus, they had him squealing again and again, arms alternatively tensed in the air and whipping on the bed, his long bangs flipping wildly.

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Adventures in Dexler Park Ch. 01

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Note: All of my stories are true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

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In the mid 1970s I was fresh out of the United States Marine Corps and going to college full time on the G.I. Bill. To supplement my income I worked as a security guard because you could get unlimited hours and most of the time you could spend a good chunk of them doing homework. I figured out that you could make an extra 50 cents an hour working details that required carrying a gun and moved toward that line of assignment. The security company was glad to use me because of my military background and because I knew when and when not to use my gun.

One assignment that I got would change my life in the short run and provide a sexual playground that at the time was beyond my imagination. The Drexler Park Apartments was a new luxury high rise in a swanky suburb of Boston. They had been overly eager to fill up the units and had neglected to do the diligent background checks of new tenants and as a result had ended up with at least a dozen hookers in residence. The customers and pimps were accosting the residents and the security staff. I was sent there to do two things: protect the residents and guards and to provoke incidents with the pimps and rowdy Johns that could be used as a pretext to evict the hookers. This was a perfect fit for me because I didn’t look like a tough guy, slim and wiry was my build but I had a ton of martial arts training, police training and was stupid enough not to care that I was putting my life at risk for $3.50 an hour (heck, it was more than the Marine Corps paid.) I worked from 8:00PM until 6:00AM to be there when the action was going on. The regular security staff was also on duty so I was free to roam and do my thing.

Within 4 months I had pretty much cleared out the bad element through either intimidation or court summons for eviction (along with some assault and battery charges.) The management of the complex approached me and offered me the job as Head of Security. They offered me $100.00 more a week than I was making and a two bedroom apartment. It was a no brainer because it eliminated my commute to school from the suburbs. I had also discovered that there were a ton of beautiful women most of whom were enrolled in Boston colleges living there. I was responsible for hiring a security staff, training them and scheduling them. At the tender age of 22 it was an irresistible offer. I stayed in the position for 3 years, until I graduated from college and had sex with over 180 different women there.

I had my first sexual adventure there while I was still working for the security company. There was a woman there called Chicky. She was in her mid twenties, red headed with short hair and big tits. The down side was that she shared her apartment with her Mother. Every night I saw Chicky when she came home and greeted her warmly making small talk. After about a month there Chicky came home later than usual and was obviously shit faced. She could barely open the lobby doors and was not steady on her feet at all. I walked over to give her support. She told me that it was her birthday and that she had gone out with some co-workers and gotten a little too drunk for her own good. I asked her if she had gotten everything that she wanted for her birthday. She paused and then slurred “Everything but a good lay!” She then fell into my arms and started French kissing me.

It tuzla escort was a quiet night on the job and the regular guard was just sitting there smirking as I wrestled with the drunken Chicky. I suggested that I walk her to her apartment and she agreed that was a good idea. As we were walking down the hall toward the elevator she pulled me into the alcove that held the resident mail boxes and resumed kissing me, this time adding a wandering hand to my crotch. “Why don’t you make this a perfect birthday?” she whispered. I told her that I was fine with that. “The only problem is that I live with my mother. Where can we go?” I didn’t have my apartment there yet but I knew that the building had a Community Room in the basement level that was perfectly suited for our purposes. It was locked so we wouldn’t be surprised and it was furnished with a sofa and some stuffed chairs so we would be comfortable. Being on the security staff I had a key. I grabbed her hand and walked her toward the elevator.

It was only one floor away but Chicky had my pants unzipped and my cock out by the time we heard the ding of arrival. I hastily stuck my cock back in my pants in case there was anyone waiting for the elevator. Thankfully there wasn’t. As we walked toward the Community Room I remembered the only drawback to the place. There was a security camera installed there that the guard at the front desk could view. Since I had saved the Guard Joe from the pimps I didn’t think there was much to worry about.

Once inside the Community Room Chicky wasted no time shedding her clothes. Luckily she didn’t notice the security camera as we made our way to the sofa. I stripped out of my uniform and gun belt and set everything on one of the chairs. Now that we were both naked we could get down to business. While I was kissing and caressing her I got a little bit of the evil going through my head. Just in case Joe was watching the camera I figured I might as well put on a good show. So as I made sure there was always a good angle to the camera. I was French kissing her at this point and had two fingers sawing in and out of her drenched cunt. I spread her legs nice and wide to make sure that there was a good view. After a few minutes I stood up and pulled Chicky’s head toward my cock so that she could suck on me. I turned her slightly side wards so again the camera could get a good view and just started to brutally fuck her mouth. Chicky was just moaning and sloppily sucking my cock. Every few minutes I would pull out of her mouth, cup her big tits and tit fuck her. Then I’d slip back in her mouth for awhile. Her tits were glistening from her own saliva and bounced sexily while I fucked her pretty face.

Chicky asked me finally to fuck her. I put her on her knees on the sofa with her upper body leaning on the back of the sofa. Then I moved forward, knelt slightly and just shoved my cock into her hot cunt. As I fucked her fast and hard I slipped a hand around so that I could rub her clit while I fucked her. Chicky started to cum almost as soon as I touched her. But I just kept fucking her. I must have fucked her for a good 30 minutes before I started to feel like I was ready to cum. Chicky came another three times during that time. When I was ready to cum I pulled her from the back of the sofa in into a sitting position and shoved my cock into her mouth. She sucked hungrily and within a few moments I was pumping göztepe escort my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop and I finally collapsed on the sofa beside her.

Finally we decided that it was time to get dressed and out of there. We walked back to the elevator hand in hand. When we got on the elevator I pressed 4 for her floor and L for the lobby. I left her with a big kiss a “Happy Birthday” and a promise of a rematch. As I walked down the hall toward the lobby and security desk I decided to ham it up in case Joe had been watching. I lowered my hat so the brim almost touched my nose. As I got to the end of the hallway I hitched my gun belt up and dropped it again quickly. I was surprised that instead of Joe’s chuckle I heard a group laugh!

Joe had been watching alright. And had invited a few of the young male tenants who happened to wander in to stand behind the desk and watch the action. There were six of them there laughing and clapping. Needless to say I became a living legend that night to some of the Dexler Park residents.

The next day Chicky acted like nothing had ever happened. When I finally went to work and got my apartment though she always showed up at my door when she had a few drinks. I offered the guy Joe who was a few years younger than me a position with a raise and we became good friends. He was unfortunately one of those nice guys and could never get laid. The women he dated always “just wanted to be friends.”

One Sunday afternoon Joe and I were hanging out at my place smoking a doobie and watching TV when there was a knock on the door. When I answered there was Chicky again shit faced, wanting to fuck. I motioned her into the apartment and walked her into the living room. Joe’s eyes lit up when he saw her because he had always wanted to have a shot at that hot pussy. Chicky knew Joe of course from the front desk and slurred a hello to him. She seemed a little confused at what to do for a minute then just grabbed me and started kissing me. I pushed her a back a little and told her that I was a little tired from working late the night before. She made a little whiny sound and frowned so I let her kiss me and I worked my hands up to those big tits. I kissed her neck and ears and felt her responding. Again I stopped and pushed her away. I told her that it was no good that I was just too tired to give her what she needed. Her frustration was visible and I glanced over at poor Joe. “Chicky,” I said suggestively, “Why don’t you let Joe have some of that lovin’?” She swayed there for a minute and then said “What the hell, I just want to get laid.”

I walked her over to the sofa and sat her next to Joe and then went and sat on a chair. Chicky wasted no time falling all over Joe and getting a bit urgent. Within five minutes she had his cock out and was sucking him off. As I watched Joe opened his eyes and glanced at me with a stupid grin on his face. I just smiled, got up from my chair and moved over to the sofa on the other side of Chicky. Somehow we got her and ourselves undressed and were standing in front of the sofa while Chicky sat and took turns sucking our cocks. She really seemed to be enjoying herself because she rubbed us on her face and made moaning sounds as she sucked away. Unfortunately Joe couldn’t help himself and came in her mouth. He collapsed on the sofa next to Chicky and she was left with my cock to work on. I stopped üsküdar escort her and moved down so I could lick her pussy. She lay half on Joe as I spread her legs and started to lick her already steaming pussy. I took my time licking her all over and sticking my tongue in her pussy but stayed away from any direct clitoral contact. Joe was watching me eat her pussy and Chicky had one hand on his cock trying to revive him.

Joe got hard again and moved up to straddle her face and I continued to eat her cunt. I could look up between his legs and see his cock sliding in and out of her lips. I started to lick soft circles around Chicky’s clit and she moaned in response and lifted her hips to get more contact. I slipped a finger in her hot pussy and finger fucked her while I licked her clit. Joe’s cock slipped out of her mouth when her orgasm hit her. He moved away as she rode the wave. I motioned him to change places and told him to go ahead and fuck her. Joe knelt on the floor before her and slid forward, guiding his cock into her very ready cunt. He started to fuck her for all he was worth. Chicky was just laying there still recovering from her orgasm but steadily started to respond. She looked at me standing there watching and told me to move closer so she could suck my cock while Joe fucked her. I was glad to oblige and straddled her face, feeding her my hard cock.

Within a few minutes I was getting a bit uncomfortable so decided to try and different position. I told Joe that it was time to make a change. He looked a little disappointed until heard me ask Chicky if she ever took it up the ass. Chicky smiled and just nodded her head up and down. I turned to Joe and told him that he was going to get to fuck her ass while I did her cunt at the same time. He smiled with anticipation but wasn’t sure what to do. I ran into the bath room and got some hand cream and then returned to the living room. I sat on the sofa and had Chicky straddle me and sink right down on my cock . She just pumped up and down on me with a strange smile on her face as I threw the cream to Joe and told him to smear it all over his cock and then get behind her. Joe was soon crouching behind Chicky taking aim at her ass hole. I pilled Chicky closer so that she would be more exposed. Chicky stopped fucking so Joe would have a steady target.

I knew that Joe was getting the right idea when I heard Chicky moan “Oh my God!” and then felt his cock between the membrane of her cunt and ass as he slid in. I gave him a chance to get positioned and then slowly started to move my hips so I could fuck that pussy. Joe got the hang of things after slipping out a few times and soon we had a really good rhythm going. When I would move out he would sink in. Chicky was in another world. When I looked at her face she was in total ecstasy, a bit of drool sliding out the side of her mouth. Joe and I picked up the pace and Chicky just let go with a huge orgasm. Her cunt was spasming all around my cock and the sound of her guttural moan sent me over the top. I started pumping a huge load into her cunt and then I heard Joe mutter, “Oh shit!” and he started to cum in her ass.

Afterwards we lead Chicky into the spare bedroom and left her to sleep for awhile. Joe and I just hung out talking about what a couple of evil dudes we were. Joe went in and fucked her one more time after about an hour. Shortly Chicky came out of the bedroom dressed and went on her way home.

Whenever I saw Chicky she always acted like nothing ever happened. She just showed up at my door whenever she got drunk. I tired of her after awhile and had other interests but my friends, male and female, often took care of her needs.

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Finding her Father

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She hadn’t seen her father since he had abandoned the family home when she little more than a few months old. Now, almost twenty years later, she had found him. Her mother had told her little about the man who had walked out on them all those years ago, but she had learned that he was a photographer and worked in a town not that far away.

Finally, she had tracked him down and was about to see him face to face for the first time really. She knew neither of them would recognise the other (although she had checked his own picture on his website) and he wondered what he would think of her. She had prepared what she was going to say over and over in her mind but now, standing outside his studio, she hesitated.

Would he be delighted to see her? Would he welcome into his life after all these years? She knew that he was single but that was about all she did know about his private life. Her mother had given her all the love and support she had wanted as she grew up, but she had always felt like there was something missing and now she was about to find out if that “something” was her father.

Forcing herself to take the last few steps, she reached out and knocked on the door. The door was buzzed open and she took the last few nervous steps to finally meeting her father. The first words he spoke to her were not promising.

“You’re late.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I don’t have time for apologies. The agency called and said they would have to send a replacement for the other girl, but they should have told you that I don’t like to be kept waiting. Have you brought your own outfits?”

“I think there’s been some mistake.”

“Of course there’s been a mistake. You’re not the kind of girl I usually work with but I’m sure we can do something.”

Suddenly he realised how rude he was being.

“Sorry. Now it’s my time to apologise. Let me take your coat and we can start again. I was just setting up.”

He hung her coat up on a rack and then turned to face her, holding out his hand.

“Hi, I’m John. I’m afraid the agency didn’t tell me your name.”

“Mary,” she managed to reply, taking his hand and enjoying the warmth of both it and his smile. Her mother had warned her that he could be a charmer. Forcing herself to stop staring at his captivating eyes she tried to point out his mistake.

“Look there really has been a mistake. I haven’t brought any outfits because..”

“That’s not a problem,” he interrupted her. “We can deal with that in a minute. Come over here.”

He led her to where a row of cameras were set up in front of a blank screen and told her to sit down on the chair placed between the screen and the cameras. Standing before her, he moved an escaped wave of her hair off her face and lifted her face to look directly at him.

“You seem nervous. Is this your first time?”

She could only nod in agreement, wondering why this meeting had gone so far off the rails, her prepared speech completely forgotten as she found herself staring into his blue eyes once more.

“You’re a beautiful young woman and I would really like to take to take your picture.”

Taking her hands, he lay them on her lap and took his place behind one of the cameras, seeming to test out the angle and lighting, making small adjustments while she nervously sat there. Watching him at work she realised what her mother had seen in him all those years ago and wondered why he was still single. He was an attractive looking man and could see why other women would be interested in him.

“That’s all I need for now. Would you like to step behind the screen and change into whatever you find in your size? I promise not to peek.”

“I wonder what he would say if her knew I was his daughter. He certainly wouldn’t be peeking then,” she thought to herself. But she seemed to have stopped thinking rationally as she did what she was asked and walked behind the screen. How could she make him listen to her? How could she tell him he was her father before this went any further? She thought that if she let him to a few shots then she might get a chance to tell him why she was really there.

Never having been in this position before she wasn’t really sure what to do but she knew he expected her to change. Telling herself that she would find something to fit, let him take his pictures, and then break the news to him when he didn’t seem so preoccupied, she began to undress. Tentatively she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her arms, hanging it up like the well-mannered girl she had been raised to be. Next came her skirt and she suddenly realised that she was standing only feet from her father in her bra and panties, separated only by a screen.

“Mary? Have you found something?”

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry she managed to answer him.

“I’m not sure I should be doing this.”

“Nonsense. It’s why we’re both here after all. Put on one of the robes and I’ll help you choose something.” When he walked round the screen çekmeköy escort he was captivated by her all over again. Ever since she had entered his studio he had been entranced by her beautiful eyes and radiant smile, but she seemed so nervous. He would obviously have to coax her slowly to allow him to show her at her best.

“Let’s see what we can find,” he smiled encouragingly at her. Standing so close he could smell her perfume and he inhaled deeply, certain that he had found someone very special this time. She was smaller than him, maybe that’s why she was so nervous, but he knew how to help people relax and his professionalism kicked in. She could see why he had been so successful in his career, he really was very good at making people forget that they were standing almost naked only inches from him She was just beginning to relax a little when she gasped.

“I can’t put that on. I’ve never worn anything like that.”

He smiled and handed it to her.

“That may be true, but it will look really great on you. It’s just the right colour.”

He could see her nerves rising to the fore again and tried to calm her down.

“Let’s make a deal. Put this on and I’ll take a few shots. If you don’t like them then you can choose something else and we’ll finish the session like that. Agreed?”

He smiled at her again and she knew she was going to do what he asked. She just wanted to get this over with and get back to why she was really there. If only he would stop smiling at her with his gorgeous eyes.

She looked away as she practically snatched the gown from his hands, waiting for him to walk round the screen again. She tried it on, wondering if this was how he treated all his models and customers; certainly the female ones at least, she decided. It was only then however that she realised she would have to remove her bra too. The straps were obvious under the silk and she didn’t want to give him an opportunity to ask her to expose even more of herself.

As she unhooked her bra and placed it beside the rest of her clothes she slipped on the gown once more and luxuriated in the feel of the smooth silk on her naked skin. She didn’t know why but she instinctively slid her panties down her legs, telling herself that no woman would wear anything under such a beautiful piece of silk. Seeing her reflection in the full-length mirror she could see why he had chosen it. The only thing that worried her was that it seemed to fit her body like a second skin and showed off every curve that she had never been comfortable about displaying. Taking a deep breath, she walked round to face him.

This time his reaction was much better.

Staring at his own daughter, he couldn’t believe what a beautiful body she had been hiding behind her loose clothes when he had first seen her. Just as she had noticed so too was he delighted by the way the silk clung to her body, barely containing her round breasts, and showing off her cleavage to great effect. He couldn’t have chosen anything better to present her curves to the camera and now he had to make the most of them. As she made her way towards the chair he stopped her.

“No. Wearing that you have to be lying down. Let me move this away,” he said as he lifted the chair away and then dragged a chaise longue that she hadn’t paid any attention to and placed it in front of the cameras.

Once again her nervousness kicked in as she sat on the very edge and asked him how she should pose, desperate to get this over with.

“Sit further back then lie down on your side.”

It was the very position she would be in if she was lying in her own bed reading or watching TV. She automatically rested her head in her hand and looked straight at him. She felt very self-conscious in the circumstances, but he seemed pleased with what she was doing.

“Perfect,” he declared as he began to do his job, taking many more pictures than she thought necessary. Her mouth felt very dry as she realised that she was posing before her father in the kind of outfit she would have chosen for her wedding night, not for meeting her father. She instinctively licked her dry lips and she could hear him almost purr in delight. For all she was nervous she was starting to enjoy herself, starting to enjoy spending time with her father, starting to enjoy the attention.

“She’s a natural,” he smiled to himself. But now it was time to move things to the next level.

“You’re doing really well but now I want you to look at the camera as if you were looking into the eyes of your lover.”

“I don’t have a lover.”

“But I’m sure you have had before.”

He was delighted to hear her response and thought that today might turnout to be one of the best sessions ever.

“Look at the camera as if you were trying to entice him, tempt him, make him want you.”

She could feel herself blushing as she listened to her own father talk like this to her and wondered who would be the more embarrassed cevizli escort if he knew the truth. Even so, she was starting to enjoy herself and almost forgetting the man behind the camera, almost forgetting why she was here, almost forgetting that she was behaving so wantonly before her own father.

He watched her through his lens as she became more comfortable with what she was doing. At the same time, he felt himself becoming more uncomfortable as he saw her tongue poke out to lick her lips again, wetting them, making him wonder if her pussy lips were just as wet. She had closed her eyes now, losing herself in the experience the way he had seen so many shy women do before.

His cameras continued to capture every moment as her hand trailed down her cleavage, forcing him to concentrate on her breasts. Not that he needed any enticement to do that. When she became even more daring and slid one of her straps off her shoulder and inadvertently exposed a little more of her breast, he couldn’t stop the small moan of pleasure that escaped from his own lips. She smiled in her dream-like state, pleased to be pleasing her lover.

Then her hands slid down, pulling the silk up, exposing her legs for the first time. She sat up, bringing one leg up too, causing the silk to slide down her thigh, leaving it naked before her father’s hungry stare.

He was letting her do what she was comfortable with now, but he could feel his cock growing to its full length, could feel it throbbing in his jeans, knew that it would want release very soon. All the time his cameras continued to record her performance. Suddenly she seemed to feel a cool breeze on her exposed skin and she jumped up in alarm, coming to her senses and realising just how much of her body she was revealing to her own father. As she did so, however, the silk slid off her breasts and exposed so much more than she would ever have dreamed of, even in her worst nightmares. Immediately her hands shot up to cover herself.

“Don’t do that. You’re a beautiful woman. Why try to hide it?”

He left his cameras for a moment and walked over to her, gently taking her hands in his own and lowering them to her sides.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. You should be proud of your breasts; you should be proud of your body. You are a very sexy young woman and I’m going to kiss you now.”

Before she could even protest, he covered her whole mouth with his and kissed her passionately. Pushing his tongue between her soft lips, it brushed against her own and he heard her gasping in her fear and excitement. He kissed her again and again until he felt her resistance weaken and felt her hands reach up to his chest. She had intended to push him away but, before she could, he took her hands in his and they both ripped his shirt open so that he could place her hands on his naked skin. Instinctively she pulled his ruined shirt off his body, seeming to have lost her nerve and lost her fear as she reached for his nipples and began to play with them.

She hadn’t just lost her nerves and her fear; she had lost her inhibition; she had lost her mind. It was far too long since a man had held her like this, since a man had kissed her like this and the fact that this man was her own father only served to make it hotter and her pussy juicier. Now she was the one taking the initiative, running her hands over his upper body, pulling him tighter against herself, feeling his nipples rub against her breasts. When his hand moved down to cup her tits in his big strong hands all she could do was moan in delight and enjoy the warmth of his hands on her body.

As he began to kiss his way down over her chin, down to her neck, he licked down to her shoulder. No-one had ever done that to her before and she shuddered at his tenderness. He was no longer her long-lost father; he was a new lover taking her to places she hadn’t been to in far too long, if ever at all. He didn’t suddenly grab her nipples with her mouth the way others had; instead he paid attention to the whole of her breasts, licking their sides, loving them, until she was desperate for him to feast on her nipples. Once he took the first one in his warm mouth she gasped aloud at the sensation, loving the way the thrills were coursing through her whole body. She opened her eyes to watch him making love to her breasts and felt her own hands lifting them to him, presenting them to her own father, lost in her lust, lost in the incestual sin she was committing so easily. She longed for him to take her to bed and treat her whole body like this and he seemed to be able to read her thoughts.

Gently pressing her back down on to the chaise longue, his body followed hers and he began to kiss her, but this time from the feet upwards. Moving slowly up her legs, he pushed the gown further and further, savouring every inch of her exposed skin with his eyes and his lips. She was lost now; all she could do was lie back and watch him as he revealed her naked flesh inch erenköy escort by inch until he finally reached the point of no return. He looked up at her as he pushed the silk up further to reveal his ultimate aim. He smiled when he saw she was naked underneath and she smiled back nervously as her father gazed longingly at her wet pussy and settled himself between her open legs. He waited for her, looking at her expectantly, until he smiled at her again as she spread her thighs. He couldn’t have known that he was about to be the first man to ever kiss her there, to lick her there, to taste her there, to pleasure her there.

All he wanted to do was to dive in and feast on her beautiful mound, but he could see she was trembling. Was it fear, anticipation or lust? He knew he would have to be patient and take his time to allow her to open herself to him just as he was about to open her lips to his tongue. He kissed her gently and whispered to her.

“I’m going to taste you now. Ok?”

Although no-one had ever done this to her, for her, before she knew she wanted him to; she knew she wanted her father to be the first to taste her juices and to do what she had only dreamed of until now. She nodded tentatively and moaned aloud as she felt a man’s mouth between her legs for the very first time. He spread her thighs as wide as he could and ran his wet tongue up and down her lips. She was amazed that it could be this good, even better than she had ever imagined. Her back arched and her head flew from side to side as she writhed beneath his mouth.

He continued to go slowly, allowing her to get used to what he was doing and to what she was feeling. He raised his eyes to watch her squirming on the seat, licked her inner lips gently, running his tongue up and down her pussy slowly, getting her used to the feeling. He looked up and watched her enjoy what he was doing, smiling to himself as he saw how she was responding to his skills. When his tongue changed target for a moment and flicked her clit, her hips immediately sprang off the bed, her hands automatically grabbing her full breasts, massaging them as she always did when she touched herself. But this was different; this was nothing like lying in a solitary bed, comforting herself because there was no-one else there to love her the way her father was doing.

“Please, don’t…”

“Don’t what?” he asked surprised, sure that she was enjoying herself as much as he was.

“Please don’t stop. Ever!” she whimpered as she grabbed her nipples and pulled at them, certain that she was near the edge.

Smiling to himself and returning his attention, and his tongue, to her clit, he slowly pushed a single finger between her lips. His other hand had to try to hold her down as her hips bucked once more as she moaned louder than before at the two-pronged attack on her helpless body. He could feel her squeezing his finger and he too knew that she wouldn’t last much longer.

As he took her swollen clit between his teeth and clamped down ever so slightly she screamed louder than she ever had before as she lost all control, her body giving itself up to her orgasm, washing over her in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. Her cries were unintelligible, especially as his head was now firmly clamped between her young thighs as he continued to torment her clit and to fuck her with his finger, making sure that this was the most intense orgasm of her life.

When it finally stopped and her body collapsed back, she was in no doubt about it being the biggest and best ever. Her whole body was still trembling, her breath coming in shallow pants as she slowly became aware of the very large damp patch beneath her. She had never known herself to cum like that, to squirt like that, to soak a lover like that. But her father didn’t seem to mind. All she could see was his smiling eyes until he got up from his knees and reached over for his camera.

She couldn’t have stopped him if her life had depended on it and she found that she didn’t want to. She wanted them both to have a permanent reminder of the moment she finally found out what it was like to feel like a woman who is loved.

She held out her arms for him, so he put down the camera and walked over to his secret daughter. Sitting up she unbuckled his belt, opened the waistband of his jeans and slid down the zip. He rested his hands on the top of her head, but she knew that he wouldn’t force himself in to her mouth the way others had done. Pulling his jeans down, she freed her father’s cock from his shorts, smiling in delight as it sprang up.

Not stopping to think, she softly kissed the tip and wrapped her fingers around his hard length. As her father looked down at her, she parted her lips and sucked the head into her mouth before sliding down his cock, both of them moaning in absolute pleasure. Trying to give her time, he slowly moved his hips forward, pushing further into her mouth. She was no expert, but she had sucked cock before and the fact that she was now sucking her father’s seemed to make it even more naughty. Moving her head up and down, she sucked as she had never sucked anyone before, lashing his length with her tongue, determined to give him the biggest orgasm of his life, just as he had done for her.

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A Special Day in the Life Ch. 00

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What or who is “The Clitoris Alliance”

Please allow me to summarize 100,000 years of human history for you in a few sentences.

100,000 to 10,000 BC: Men are stupid, only making stone knives, flint arrowheads, and walls to divide people. Women domesticate animals, begin farming, form language, and sew clothes so that all humanity survives the ice age. Here is proof. Mari always picks berries and fruit to bring to her lazy mate, Jon. When he eats them in the cave, of course he just throws the husks, stems and seeds on the floor. Of course, it was Mari who had to clean it up and take it outside. Eventually, Mari noticed that fruit and berries were growing from the rich soil in the garbage pile. You didn’t think a man invented farming, did you? More proof? Mari’s granddaughter, Beth, had to find grapes for her mate because he insisted and beat her if she failed. To carry enough, she made the first wicker basket and clay bowl. Being frugal. she did not want to waste the juices that were left when he finished his dinner, so she saved them in the first jug of her own design. Days later it had fermented. When her mate suadiye escort drank the world’s first wine, she was rewarded with quite a roll in the pile of furs that was their bed. Then he fell sound asleep instead of beating her. Ah ha! Everyone everywhere wanted wine. Trade was born. You didn’t think it was a man, did you? Domesticating animals? The men killed everything they saw. It was a woman petting and feeding a lost baby lamb that started everything. Warm clothes? Shoes? Think about it. Everything that made it possible to survive the ice age had a feminine touch. Yeah… OK… men found a brush fire started by lightening and brought it back to the caves. But who do you think thought of cooking food for the first time?

10,000 to 4000 BC: Men are stupid, only making more walls, weapons, and wars. A slave with incredible powers of persuasion begins international trade, scientific advancement, exploration of the world simply by flattering the men who own her. She seems to provide fantastic sex when given silks and spices from distant lands, prompting her “owner” to scurry to seek those items. The yakacık escort tiny village where she served grew to be the first city in the world because of her. Her name was Rhodopis. The Daughters of Rhodopis becomes a hidden guiding force in human development. In their own secret meetings, lesbian domination and sexual slavery becomes the perfect structure for a stable culture. Secretly Dommes guide with incredible efficiency. Slaves obediently accomplish any task commanded of them. Later, the pyramid builders of the Pharaohs begin to worship her in secret.

4000 BC to 1000 AD: Men are stupid. Male dominated empires wage constant warfare. The idiot rulers think they are gods! Men only develop bronze, then iron to make better swords while women struggle to raise families and cook dinner. Art, science, and civilization stumble along sporadically. The Daughters of Rhodopis now have several underground catacomb headquarters from which they manage to prevent the complete annihilation of all human life.

1000 to 1500 AD: Men are stupid, having destroyed art, trade, and science. The secret society known şerifali escort as the Daughters of Rhodopis just barely manage to quietly suggest and prod the men who think they rule the world into some semblance of civilization. The Daughters of Rhodopis choose to build more catacombs under tiny villages that later grow to become London, Paris, Berlin, Peking, and so on because of their guidance. Kingdoms, noblemen, and the feudal system are allowed to grow because these are concepts simple enough for men to grasp and not hurt themselves too badly.

1500 AD to the present: Men are stupid, building little more than bigger and better weapons. The secret society is now known as The Clitoris Alliance and controls most governments and international businesses. Never once have they started a war, but have prevented many. True, they make sex slaves out of unsuspecting girls, but many of the sluts they select would likely have died of STD being forced to work as whores in a man’s world. Please bear in mind that even a sex slave may advance to high rank within the Alliance based on her sexual prowess, intelligence, and cunning. There are several secret strongholds of The Alliance around the world to conduct business, train slaves, and continue to promote the advance of civilization. The castle in the following story is mainly a resort for these Dommes, but also a slave training center.

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Rick’s Chamber Ch. 01

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Rick took a good look at the unconscious man the agents had brought down to his chamber. They had tied the culprit to the chair and left him to be dealt with. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen or twenty, Rick thought. His blond curls were matted to his forehead and his skin glistened with sweat; no doubt from the long questioning he had just endured from the director. For a second, he felt a little sorry for the kid. But, then again, he must have committed a serious offense if he was sentenced to time in his chamber.

Rick went back to his desk and picked up the clipboard that the two guards had left. The culprit’s name was Robbie. This was his second year working for the Agency. Rick snickered while reading the information listed under ‘Personal Records’. He was a typical recruit for the agency; no family, no friends, no police record, and incredibly hot. He also knew, without looking at the file, that he must be a tough cookie. The Director was known for only picking those young men who could handle the kind of clients that were used to getting their way. Rick put the clipboard down and looked over at the culprit. He was beginning to stir. Good, he thought, let the games begin.

Robbie slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. As kaynarca escort a well-trained agent for the Firm, he knew how important it was to quickly appraise the situation. He was strapped to a chair in a dungeon of sorts. Systematically, he tried to move each body part to see if there was any chance of escaping, but was disappointed to find out that the straps had no give. There was one more thing… something that gave him concern. He had something protruding up his ass. He clenched his ass cheeks to better analyze the device, but he was unable to determine whether it was a dildo or something more sinister. Then he noticed the naked man standing across from him. It was Rick. In an instant, he knew two important things; he had not divulged the information they so badly wanted, despite two hours of grueling interrogation, and that he was about to endure the very type of punishment he was famous for giving.

“Ah…. I see you have regained consciences.” Rick said from behind his desk. “It seems that you have been a naughty boy.”

Robbie looked straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the man’s sarcastic greeting. Rick laughed out loud. If the culprit didn’t want to talk, that was all right with him. He had all night with the kid küçükyalı escort and he much preferred it when they accepted their fate early on.

“It must feel strange knowing that you are about to be on the receiving end of the Agency’s famous “Attitude Adjustment Therapy”. Rick said as he walked closer his pray.

Robbie made eye contact with his Captor for the first time. Attitude Adjustment Therapy, or AAT for short, was what they officially called the procedure. Most of the time, they simply referred to it as the treatment. Either way, Robbie knew that he was in for hours of torment designed to make him crack.

“Fuck off.”

“In time, my friend, in time.” Rick laughed. “First things first, though. We must tighten that asshole of yours. I’d say that 30 minutes in the chair should do the trick.” He picked up a remote control and pressed the top button. “I’ll be back. Enjoy.”

Robbie felt the device in his ass getting warmer as the man walked out of the room. He was used to devices of sexual torture, but this one was new to him. The door shut just as a jolt of electricity shot into his unsuspecting ass. The muscles in his cheeks instantly clenched tightly around the object.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh.” Robbie screamed. sancaktepe escort

His arm and leg muscles contracted uncontrollably and he felt himself pushing up against each of the straps. But it was useless. The straps kept him firmly in place. Five seconds went by. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. The muscles in his ass were pulsating wildly. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any more, the electric jolt mercifully stopped.

Robbie took a deep breath and tried to channel the oxygen to the muscles of his aching ass cheeks. He was sweating from head to toe. He took another long breath. Slowly, his muscles began to relax. But before he could take another controlled breath, he felt the device begin to warm up again.

“Oh God. Nooooo!” Robbie cried out.

But it was too late. His mouth snapped shut and his body went into another round of convulsions as the electric device worked his ass.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhg,” he shouted through his clamped jaws.

The muscles inside his ass gripped the device once again and began twitching. The electricity made his body appear to be lifting up from the chair, but the straps did their job and he remained immobile. The jolt of electricity seemed to last longer this time, and, when they finally subsided, Robbie whimpered softly. He cursed himself for making any noise at all. He didn’t want Rick to know that his first round of punishment was so affective. Before long, Robbie didn’t have to worry anymore. He passed out from exhaustion by the end of the fifth jolt.

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A Special Evening

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When you came to the door, I was ready for you. I’d been waiting and I was dressed in a sexy, black silk nightgown. You stood in the doorway for a moment to take in my appearance. When the light hit the nightgown, you could just barely see through it. My hair was let down and it brushed against my shoulders and framed my pretty face. The thin straps showed off my shoulders and exposed the clear, smooth skin. It had a steep, v-cut neckline trimmed with white lace and it came to mid-thigh. Although it hung loosely, it accentuated the curves of my hips and defined my breasts. I was wearing black stockings that disappeared up into the slip and your gaze traveled down to the black high heels on my feet. You tell me to turn around so that you could see my ass. The back of the gown was cut low and I feel your eyes follow the straps down to the small of my back where it comes together. You lift the bottom of the gown up and see that I am wearing lacy black panties. You also noticed that the stockings didn’t go up much farther then where the gown ended and that they were trimmed with white lace as well. I know that you like what you see.

You close the front door and lock it behind you. You grab a fistful of my hair in your strong hands to pull my head back and you proceeded to kiss my neck. You bring the other hand up to touch my breasts and the feeling of your hands rubbing the silk gown across my nipples instantly makes them hard. You whisper in my ear, “Lead the way to the bedroom. I have something special in mind”. It wasn’t until then that I noticed the bag you’d brought with you.

You tell me to sit down on my bed and to stay there. When I ask you what is in the bag, you say, “Be a good girl and speak when you’re spoken to or given permission otherwise. If you behave yourself and be patient, you’ll find out what I’ve brought for you soon”. It turns me on when you call me a good girl and you know that, so you don’t hesitate to say it when I do something that pleases you. I remain silent and attempt to be patient even though I’m squirming in my place and already becoming deeply aroused by the mystery of your plans.

You cross the room, bag in hand, to my bed but you put it on the floor when you go to sit next to me. You know that I’m only getting more curious and anxious to know what the contents of your bag are and I know that you’ll keep me waiting until you think I’ve been teased enough. I begin to feel my submission and it’s a feeling that I revel in.

You begin to touch my breasts through the gown and I start to get aroused as my nipples, once again, become hard beneath the touch of your knowing and capable fingers. You slide your hand down to my belly and stop there. You can see how much it turns me on and you love do to tease. Your hand goes back up to the back of my neck and you start to play with my hair until my eyes close in pleasure. You know how this practice turns me on.

You violently grab my hair and snap my head back to kiss my neck and nibble on my ears. It’s a welcome pain that makes my body tremble with pleasure and anticipation. You hear me start to breathe a little heavier and this encourages you tuzla escort to kiss farther down my neck, towards my breasts. Your other hand slides under my gown to spread my legs so you can touch me through my panties. The feeling of the lace rubbing against my shaved pussy is too much and I let out a sensual groan. I’m getting so wet that you can feel it through them, but you don’t slip your hand inside. The urge to protest strikes me, but I hold my tongue. I know that even a simple know would warrant a severe punishment from you since you’ve made it clear I was not allowed to speak during this session.

You ask me if I like it or if I want you to stop, even though you know the answer. I barely manage to do anything more then breathe the words, “No, Sir. I don’t want you to stop.”

You instruct, “Beg me, my sweet little slut.”

“Please, don’t stop, Sir. I want you to keep going, please”, I say in response. I can see how turned on you get by this, but I know that that wont be enough. I know you well enough to expect that you’ll instruct me to say what you’d like to hear next. And you do.

“Tell me that you’re my nasty little girl. Tell me what you want, cunt. Tell me that you want to be my little slut. Tell me how much you like it when I use you. Tell me what a naughty cunt. You like it when I hurt you, don’t you bitch? Tell me slut!”

I keep my head down while I tell you what you want to hear. The humiliation of saying these things makes me wetter still and I can feel the moisture spreading to my thighs.

You put your strong hand on the back of my head and force me over your lap. You tell me to keep count and if I lose count, it will mean another 20 swats for me. Often I consider intentionally losing count, but I never dare.

As you inflict 20 hard, quick and sharp smacks on my ass, I begin to grind my pussy against your leg and you remind me that I wasn’t permitted to move. You consider the punishment for this and you decide that it earns me a flogging.

You stand me up in front of my canopy bed with my back facing you. You remove 4 scarves from your bag, I assume, and tightly secure my arms and legs to the posts. I received 20 hard strokes. 3 over each breast, 3 on the inside of each thigh, 6 on the backs of my legs and my ass and 2 lighter strokes on my already dripping wet pussy.

You tell me what a good little girl I am and ask me if I’m ready to find out what’s in the bag. I eagerly nod my head and reply, “Yes, Sir.”

You open the bag and remove from it different kinds of restraints. I’m excited and fearful at the same time. I have never been restrained with anything but scarves before.

You undo my existing restraints and instruct me to lie down on my back. I cannot see the bag.

I watch you intensely as you take my hands and securely handcuff them to the bedposts. I let out a small gasp. You ask me if it hurts and I reply with, “No, Sir.” You accept my answer and continue. You know that it’s a lie and I instantly know it’s one I’ll regret. You tell me that you are not training me to be dishonest and that I’ll be punished accordingly for it later. A shiver göztepe escort of excitement courses through my body. The thought of punishment excites me. I feel your possession of me and it sends little thrills up and down my spine.

You take my legs and spread them apart and secure them to something. I push against it testing it. I think it’s a spreader bar. Something you told me once that you wanted to use with me. Testing the restraints tightened them and this time I let out a little moan of pain.

You ask me, “Did that hurt?”

I know better then to hide it. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry for my dishonesty before.”

I resolve myself to submit. I enjoy the helplessness and control you hold over me, but it’s still new and frightening. I only began my training a month ago and although I had made considerable progress, as you told me, I have still not become comfortable with complete submission.

You continue to check and see if the restraints are secure. When you are satisfied, you blindfold me and I want to speak and tell you that I am becoming a little more nervous. I decide it’s best to hold my tongue. I trust that you will do nothing to injure me.

Regardless, I feel a momentary stab of fear waiting there for you. It leaves me as I feel you start to caress the inside of my thighs. You remind me that I am safe with you and that you care for me. Your words work and it puts me to ease.

Your hands stop and for several minutes I feel and hear nothing. It feels like an eternity. I wait until I get too nervous and as soon as I decide to speak and ask if you’re there, I hear a movement in the room and I turn my head towards it. I begin to relax again when you place your big, hard cock in my mouth. You have a very big dick. At nine inches, it’s one of the largest I’ve ever had and I take a moment imagining how full you make me feel when you’re inside me.

I begin to suck the head of your erect penis, and start slowly licking my way down the shaft. I run my soft, hot, wet tongue up the underside of your cock until I reach the head again to take it into my mouth.

I take in as much as I can, sucking hard and bobbing my head as much as I can manage. You take hold of my head by my ears and begin to fuck my soft mouth so that I can take more of you. As I hear a soft moan escape your lips I know that you are close. I try to relax my throat as your thrusting increases in speed. I try and push my chin against your balls to massage them and aid you in your fast approaching orgasm. You let out a throaty moan as you cum in my mouth.

“Swallow you little cum slut”, you order. And I obey. I swallow as quickly as I can so as not to spill any. I believe you may punish me for spilling.

You lift the nightgown up over my head and I can feel the silky material hanging from my arms. You touch me through my panties but this time you slip your hand inside them. You start to rub me with two fingers, circling my clit and my back arches to meet your hand. Then you stop.

I feel very disappointed until I hear you removing your clothes. I realize my senses are now sharper, having become accustomed üsküdar escort to my blindness. I can even hear you breathe.

All of a sudden I feel something cold against my skin. I freeze when I realize that you’re cutting my panties off. The fear that the gesture provoked makes me wetter. I’m really excited now and I can’t wait for you to fuck me.

You climb on top of me and fondle my breast and nipple while you bite down on the other. You push your hips against mine to tease me. Your dick is erect again and I try maneuvering myself so that it goes inside me.

You are not ready to give me that pleasure and you lift yourself up and straddle me so that you can slap my breasts and my pussy.

Then you do something that surprises me. You whisper in my ear that you want to taste me. You have never pleased me orally before. I almost cum at the words.

You insert two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy and begin to pump them in and out of me while you flick your tongue across my clit.

I cannot contain myself any longer and I let out an intense moan. You begin to suck my clit and thrust your fingers in me faster. My moans turn to screams and I have my first orgasm of the night.

You climb back on top of me and thrust in so hard and deep that it takes away my breath.

You fuck me hard and fast until I cum, but you are relentless. You keep going and I cum again and again.

I lost count of my orgasms and I am now lying limp with exhaustion, trying to catch my breath. You untie my arms and legs and instruct me to be a good girl and not to move until you move me. You bend me over on my hands and knees and refasten my arms to the bedposts.

I’m on my hands and knees waiting for you to fuck me more but instead you slap my ass. I’m moaning as you spank me and tell me that I’ve been a bad girl for the lie I told earlier. I lose count of the spanks as I begin to weep. My ass is on fire and I want to reach around and rub it, but my arms are restrained. Even then I wouldn’t have dared move without permission while we were playing.

You grab and pinch my ass, sending sharp pains through me. You warn me that you want to take my virgin ass. You wet me with my own juices and play with my clit as you slowly push inside me. I don’t feel any pain and I begin to orgasm again.

As violent orgasms continue to rake my body you tell me what a slut I am. You call me harsh names that excite me more then they upset me when I feel your hot cum shooting into my ass.

Then you grab me by the hair and pull hard as you enter me and begin to fuck me doggie style.

When you’ve cum again, you pull out and grab my tits from behind and squeeze hard. I cry out in pain and you squeeze harder. You like my moans and screams of pain and the pain is pleasurable to me. As you’re squeezing my nipples you start to play with my clit and it’s so sensitive now that I orgasm right away.

I feel as if I’m going to pass out. You’ve given me the most intense orgasms of my life.

I wake up in your arms with you stroking my face and hair. You place butterfly kisses all over my face. You tell me what a good girl I was tonight. You lovingly tuck me into bed and gingerly but passionately kiss me. You say you’ll let yourself out and that you’ll be seeing me again soon.

I slip into a deep and peaceful sleep and have dreams about our next encounter.

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Fighting Family

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I was at our family outing at a campground. I hate these functions, but my parents forced my hand. I thought everything was going smoothly until my sister Meg started to act up. My sister was always pulling these stunts. She was always a diva when we were growing up and things only got worse as we became adults. I don’t even know what her problem was that day. All I know was that my mother was getting upset.

I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I went over to my sister and took her by the arm and started to march her away from all the people there. Meg was really pissed at me as I took her away from everyone and we walked into this wooded area.

“What is your problem Meg?”

“My sister was wearing her usual attire. She had taken to not wearing a bra these days. Maybe she was trying to show off her big tits. I really had no idea why she dressed that way at a family function.

“You’re such an ass, Greg,” she said to me.

My blood was really beginning to boil right about then. I put my hands on her arms and tried to shake her. To my surprise, my sister reached out and slapped me on the face. I think it took both of us by surprise. Meg had this look on her face that said she had gone too far this time. I just lost all control. There was this large tree nearby where we were standing. I turned my sister around and took hold of her arms. I pushed her hands onto the trunk of this tree.

To this day, I don’t know what came over me. I lifted up Meg’s shirt and pulled it up to her shoulders.

“Greg, No!” My sister cried out.

My hands went to her waist and I yanked down my sister’s pants and panties.They fell down to the ground. My sister seemed paralyzed as I reached around with both hands and placed them on each of her breasts. My sister’s nipples were all hard. I could feel my dick getting hard in my pants from all this fighting. I began to squeeze Meg’s tits and to my shock, my fikirtepe escort sister started to moan. She was actually getting into it.

I must have fondled my sister for a few minutes when I reached down and unzipped my pants. I pulled my dick free and started to rub my already hard prick up and down her crack.

“Oh my God!” My sister cried out.

Looking back on it, I didn’t have any self-control left in me. I used my hands to slide my sister’s legs even farther apart. The head of my dick managed to find Meg’s opening and I pushed my mushroom into my sister’s pussy.

“Oh Fuck!” Meg shouted.

I was going to have my payback for all my sister’s nonsense. I was thrusting into my sister’s pussy now. To my surprise, Meg was getting into it. Her pussy muscles had me in a tight grip as I fed her every hard inch of my rod. I only hoped no one came looking for us. I could just imagine a family member seeing us fucking out there in the woods. I drove my cock inside my sister the whole way. Meg was now pushing back on me. We were getting into a fucking rhythm as Meg held onto the tree trunk.

I wish I could have held out longer. We must have gone twenty minutes or so when I felt like I couldn’t hold out any longer. I know I was being stupid, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull out. It probably wasn’t wise to be unloading inside my sister. That is exactly what I did anyway. I thrust a few more times into my sister’s tight hole and I sent a hot stream of my cum into Meg’s pussy.

My sister’s body stiffened as she felt my cream shooting into her tight hole. Meg clamped down hard on my staff and that made me cum even harder. I have to say I had a big load stored up that day. It seemed like I fired one load after another into Meg for some minutes. I got to the point where I finally felt empty. I just held my cock in place and that is when it seemed like Meg started to orgasm gebze escort like crazy.

Her body was shaking as her pussy milked the last drops of my cum. I just stood there holding my cock in my sister’s pussy and Meg did all the work. All good things have to come to an end. I did pull my spent dick out of Meg. My sister managed to kick off her pants and underwear and I watched as my seed dripped out of my sister and onto the ground.

My sister stood there for awhile pushing my spunk onto the ground until it seemed like there was no more left inside her. Then Meg turned around.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Greg.”

Meg got dressed and she stormed back the the campground. I figured I had really screwed things up between my sister and myself. I finally made my way back to the party. Meg was sitting at one of the benches. She looked over at me and gave me a hard look. The party couldn’t end soon enough as far as I was concerned now. When the party finally ended I drove home. I didn’t know quite what to do.

On one hand, I enjoyed every minute spent fucking my sister. On the other hand, I wondered if Meg would ever talk to me again. I let things cool down for a couple of days and then I drove over to my sister’s apartment. I rang the doorbell and my sister opened up. There was this moment of tension.

“You might as well come in,” she said to me.

“I’m not mad anymore,” she said to me. “We might as well do it the right way.”

Just like that Meg and I marched back to her bedroom. Meg stripped down and got onto her back. I guess we were going to go at it again. I undressed and joined my sister on her bed. Meg had her legs pulled wide apart and I got in between them and lowered my face. I used my tongue to lap at my sister’s wet pussy. Meg took both hands and held my head in place as I ran my tongue up and down her slit. When I got her sufficiently wet I pulled back.

My içerenköy escort dick was hard as could be. Meg reached out and took hold of my cock. She guided me to her oozing pussy and I entered her one more time. I got hold of her ankles and I pushed her legs towards her chest. I stretched my body out and began to pound my sister’s pussy.

“Fuck me hard Greg,” she told me.

I pushed all eight inches into my sister and she took all of my cock into her pussy. This time was much more enjoyable on the bed. Meg was squealing as I slid my cock inside her and then withdrew it. I would leave the tip of my cock just inside Meg’s pussy and then I would slam down hard. I can say now that I used my sister that entire morning. I eventually pulled out and Meg mounted me. She got right over top of my pole and slid down until I was completely in her pussy.

I reached up with my hands and took hold of her big tits. I was squeezing them and then pinching her ripe nipples. Meg rode me like I was some wild horse. She was holding onto me as I drove my prick all the way into her belly. We fucked much longer than the first time in the woods. The results were still the same. Meg got me so worked up that I started to feel my nuts pinch. I lifted my ass up and I gave my sister another load of my baby cream.

Meg had perfect muscle control. She gripped my cock like it was in a vise. That made me fire more wads of my cum into her tight pussy. Meg kept bobbing up and down on my prick until it felt like my cock was raw. We did it the same way as in the woods. I stopped thrusting into my sister and she just held me with her pussy muscles and had her orgasms. When we finally finished, Meg dropped down onto my chest and we kissed each other.

I did find out that Meg was on the pill so we didn’t have to worry about any mistakes. You might have guess that we became fast lovers that day. I now know my sister is a cum freak. She loves it when I give her my loads of love sauce. I am now visiting Meg a couple times a week and she takes my cock multiple times in the evenings.

I am not sure what I have gotten myself into, but I can’t bring myself to stop fucking my hot sister.

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The Love Box Ch. 09

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Note: Happy Mother’s Day.

—

Wow! Humans truly have the most interesting ideas. Miri was showing me a movie about dreams within dreams, I was stunned to hear a lot of the theories and inventions that came from it! We watched the movie together in her bed.

This was just a day after our time with Ashley, which I was still buzzing with happiness about. I was ecstatic that they were connecting on a deeper level, both physically and emotionally! But, for some reason, as an action scene occurred on-screen where a hallway rotated, Miri wasn’t really paying attention.

“Miri? Are you okay?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”

Well, good to know! I shortly went back to watching the movie. A few minutes later, I noticed she was still sort of looking down at her lap. She still wasn’t paying attention to the film. Well, I guess she must be used to these. For me, these things were incredible works of art I couldn’t have dreamed of before.

“Miri? Are you enjoying the movie?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it before though.”

Oh! No wonder. I guess there’s nothing to be concerned about. I kept watching, but then, the door opened.

“Miri.” Her mother asked, keeping the door half-closed. “Um, can I talk with you for a moment?”

Miri sighed next to me.

“Uh, yeah. Coming.”

I watched Miri sluggishly walk away. Hm. She said she was okay, but it definitely didn’t feel like it. Maybe she needed help? I floated up, moving towards the door that was still open. I could hear them from the living room.

“… How, uh, how long have you and Sixcia… And Ashley,” her mother sighed, “been doing this?”

“… N-Not that long.” Miri replied. She sounded nervous to my ears. I didn’t like it.

“And when were you going to tell me?”

There was a pause.

“Why should you know?” Miri asked quietly.

“What?”

“I said, why should you know?” Miri’s voice grew in volume and intensity.

“Because I’m your mother!”

“So?” Miri asked. “It’s not like you’ve taken an interest in anything else I’ve done.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“You never ask me about anything else.” Although I was pretty far away from the situation, my heart felt constricted. “All you care about is whether I’m studying or doing good in school. You never ask me about me though. All of a sudden you want to know what’s going on in my life? Well, fuck that!”

“Miri!”

“I’ve, I’ve been struggling for years, mom! And now, just because you found me naked with the only two girls that make me happy, now you care?”

“Of course, I care.” Her mother replied. “But between work and… Overtime, it’s…”

“It’s hard to take an interest in your own daughter?” Miri asked. Her voice had turned quiet again.

Suddenly, I heard stomping footsteps headed in my direction. The door opened harshly, nearly smacking me in the face. I looked up and I saw Miri’s eyes. Dark and watery behind her black locks.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She sighed.

“Yeah… Did you hear that?”

“… Mhm.”

“Shit. Sorry, I, um, shit. This must be so awkward for you right now.”

“W-What happened out there?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Mom just… Fuck.” She sighed again. “I’m gonna lie down for a sec. Feel free to look another movie up or something.”

With that, Miri walked over to her bed and wrapped herself in her sheets. I felt like that soft cloth around her had become an impenetrable barrier.

It was clear to see that she was sad. I wanted to help. I wanted to do something to provide some comfort for her. But, I needed to know both sides of the argument. So, I walked out, donning my brown-haired and brown-eyed disguise. Cautiously, I paced up to her mother, who had her head on her arms, sitting at the living room table.

“Um, excuse me.” I started.

“O-Oh, Sixcia, hello darling, are you alright?” She wiped her eyes. I resisted the urge to float up to her.

“Um, is, so, what happened with Miri?”

She sighed.

“I… I haven’t been doing a good job with her lately.” She admitted, looking away. “Ever since her father left, I had been working really hard to be a good provider. I, well, I wanted her to focus on her schoolwork and leave the rest to me. I guess, at that time, I became distant.”

“Oh.” I knew nothing about human parenting, so that was all I could say. At least, as far as us vesie’s are concerned, our parents spend most of their time working. It’s normal for us to go months, sometimes years before seeing them again.

“Is it too late?” Miri’s mother asked. More to herself than to me. “Is this just how things will be?”

“I don’t think so,” I added. She glanced at me and I was struck with the similarities between her and Miri. At this angle, most of her mother’s body was hidden by the wooden table between us, so all I could see was pale skin, a slender face, and long, silky black hair. She and Miri looked identical. “I… At least, I can sense how much you love her. I’m sure Miri can feel the same.”

“What if that isn’t acıbadem escort enough?” She asked. “I mean… She didn’t even remember my…”

“Your what? O-Oh, sorry ma’am for interrupting you.”

She giggled at that.

“None of that. You can just call me Mira. You’re basically a daughter of mine anyway at this point.” Mira smiled. My heart warmed at that. “But, yes. She didn’t remember my birthday.”

“Oh? When was it?”

“Today,” Mira stated. I reeled back with surprise. “Well, our, um, argument probably distracted her. But still, it’s the first time that she forgets to at least say “happy birthday”, it feels so bad.”

She put her hands on her head in a way that was strangely adorable. It was at that precise second that I committed to helping. I couldn’t stand to see these two women at odds. So, I hugged Mira and walked back up to Miri’s room.

I grabbed my phone and walked out in the hall again.

I called the person I generally asked for tips from. Kosn.

“Hello? Hey! Listen. I need your help with something. I… I want to reconcile some friends of mine, but I don’t know how to go about it.”

“Hello to you too.” He replied, bored. “What does it matter? It’s not like human issues concern you.”

“Uh, excuse you?” I scoffed. “I’ll have you know any problems my owner has are my problems too!”

“Ugh. Fine.” I could basically hear him rolling his eyes. “Well, uh… Maybe you can give them something. I don’t know, I mean, what do humans do when they’re happy? Make them do something like that.”

“Hm…” My thoughts came back to one of the movies I had seen. Then, I had an idea. “I have something!”

“Good for you.” He sounded completely indifferent.

“I knew calling you was the right answer!”

“Whatever.” He hung up. Disregarding that rudeness, I hovered into Miri’s room once more. Once there, I grabbed the Love Box. Miri was still under her covers, so she couldn’t see me.

The Love Box shook.

If this works, they’ll be closer than ever! I know it!

——

**Miri’s Perspective**

Something nudged my cotton-clad shoulder. I grumbled, expecting it to be Six.

I was right.

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll love this! It’s just the thing you humans do when you’re sad.”

Whatever. I may as well just get this out of the way. I rolled over and sat up. What stared back at me were two black bottles that looked like hard liquor.

“Uh, Six, I appreciate giving me the option to drink my sorrows down and all, but I’m not much of a drinker. I can’t handle alcohol all that well.”

“Hm? These don’t have any alcohol.” Six shook her head. She looked at me kindly with those big colorful eyes of hers. But, in this mood I was in, they were just annoying now. “What these have is a lot of love.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever. Leave them at the desk, I’ll drink later.”

“Don’t drink them alone though!” Sixcia suddenly stated. I arched an eyebrow at her. “You have to share.”

“With who?”

“Your mother.” She said and I nearly gagged.

“Uh, yeah no. After all that, the last thing I want to do is spend any time with her.”

“B-But, you have to.” Sixcia drew closer to me.

“Why?”

“Because… It’s her birthday.”

Fuck. I had actually forgotten. I couldn’t remember when the last time, if ever, was that I had forgotten that.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“See? You have to share with her.”

“But, right now…”

“Nope!” Six shook her head. “No buts! You are sharing this with her and that’s final.”

… When the hell did I get two moms? One was enough trouble.

So, yeah. The hours passed with me still in bed. I could hear Six watching something on my PC. Every now and then, she’d shift a little, going back and forth between walking closer to me and walking out the door.

Eventually, the sun stopped shining through my curtains as hard as it had. Nighttime was coming. With it, there was cold in the air. Or maybe I was just nervous. Fuck if I knew. It could be both.

Then, I fell asleep.

When my eyes popped open, I found Sixcia watching me.

“You know,” I started, “some people think it’s romantic to watch people sleep. I just think it’s weird.” She giggled and hovered away.

“It’s 9:00 pm.” She indicated.

“Oh?” That was all I said. That was all I felt like saying.

“Your mother is alone, downstairs.” Six’s voice was taking a tone I rarely heard from her. She sounded sad.

“So?” I knew I was being childish. Fuck it. I was allowed.

“Miri…” Six hovered up to me, placing a hand over my stomach. “It’s her special day. You know she wants to spend it with you, right?”

“Oh, great. I get one day a year.” I replied. “Screw that.”

“I heard about your father,” Sixcia replied. I cringed. “She’s trying very hard, but she needs your help.”

“…” I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care. I turned away.

“If you truly are that angry with her, then sure, stay. But if you aren’t… You know atalar escort you’ll hurt her deeply if you don’t go down to be with her.”

Honestly, why couldn’t she just leave me alone? I would have sulked for the rest of the night just fine if she hadn’t said anything.

Instead, now I was walking out of my room in a tank top and pajama shorts. Yeah. Six was right. Mom was curled up at the couch, her body turned to the living room tv.

“Hey!” Six whisper-yelled. “Don’t forget these.” She placed the black bottles in my hands.

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She floated back to my room quietly.

I breathed in. Fuck. It was time.

“Um, mom?” I asked.

She reacted slowly. Like she was afraid she’d imagined my voice. The night was in full swing, the only source of light was the tv, flickering with different colors behind her.

“Oh? Honey, what are you do…”

“Here.” I held out one bottle to her. For Six’s sake, I hoped these tasted good. If not, she was getting a stern talking-to. “Happy birthday.”

My mom’s eyes gleamed in the night.

“Oh! Honey! She got up. Like me, she was dressed in sleepwear, rocking the classic “mom” nightgown that showed way too much of her body. Not that she looked bad or anything, she looked better than me. Her soft arms wrapped around my back and took me into a hug. “You remembered!”

“Y-Yeah.” I decided not to tell her that Six was the one who reminded me. “Of course.”

And here was the awkward part.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” I squeezed out. I didn’t fully believe that I was at fault, but that was no reason to ruin her night.

“No, no. You’re right. You were right. About everything.” She replied. With me still in her arms, she looked fondly at me. “I haven’t done a good job of keeping in touch with you. I, I’ll do better from now on. Promise.”

My eyes started tearing up.

“I just… I just want to talk to you sometimes. You know? Normally.”

“Of course!” She hugged me tightly again, her own eyes watering. Goddamn it, this family is too emotional. “So, why don’t we start right now?”

“Huh?”

She grabbed the bottles and went to the kitchen. Taking two cups out, she poured their contents into them. The liquid was a thin violet. It looked fine but strange. Mom held a cup out to me.

“Come on. Let’s just start with this.” She gulped some of it down. I did the same.

“Alright, alright.” I nodded. “We can start with this.”

“Now… So, Ashley and Sixcia, huh?” Mom smirked. “How’d you pull that off?”

“Moooom!”

A few drinks of that stuff later and mom and I were curled up next to each other on the couch. She had an arm around my back and I had my head on her shoulder. Despite the cold, I felt strangely warm.

Something was happening. I couldn’t tell what, but inside of me, I felt like that liquid had gone from my stomach and had spread throughout my limbs. The movie was just some dumb rom-com, but I couldn’t focus on it entirely.

It was like my body was strangely aware of how close I was to my mom right now. Her vanilla smell, the softness of her skin, I dunno. I was aware of it in ways I hadn’t been before.

And… I wanted more. It was probably because I was a little tipsy. Right? That was it. Hm. That drink tasted good. I figured I needed more. So, I picked up the bottle and poured a ton into a cup. I drank it like it was soda. Six was right, it wasn’t alcohol, it tasted like grape juice. So, I drank it like juice.

My body warmed up even further. Those sensations, which now I knew were entirely pleasurable, became enhanced. It brought a smile to my face. I loved it. I looked over at my mom and saw her drinking more of that juice too.

She set the cup down on a small table in front of us and turned towards me. We grinned at each other. I nuzzled her neck with my nose. I don’t know why I just felt like it.

“Thank you for this, Miri.” Mom told me as I curled into her further. Our bodies were pressed tightly against each other now. “I’m glad we got to spend time together. I’ll make sure we do plenty more of this in the future.”

“I… That sounds great.” I mumbled happily as my mind started turning blank. Suddenly, it was like I was forgetting where I was. The tv’s volume seemed lower.

I felt compelled to throw my leg over mom’s lap. Fuck it. If I can’t be close with my mom, who can I be close to? Right? I did so, and mom’s left hand naturally started dragging softly over my thigh, her eyes still on the tv. I loved this.

I loved the closeness we were having.

Maybe that was why I felt compelled to wrap my arms around her.

“Miri?” Mom tilted her head in my direction. My own head was under hers, so I head to look up to make eye contact.

“Um…” What the hell was wrong with me? There was something I felt like saying, but it was kind of coming out of nowhere. Oh well, whatever, right? “I love you, mom.”

“Aw, I love you too, honey.” With that, she started peppering kisses onto my forehead. I squirmed a little, but I was smiling aydınlı escort through it. I liked this. So much so, that I leaned up and caught one of her kisses with my lips.

Wait, what?

We stopped. We made eye-contact, basically just registering that, yeah, that happened. I shrugged though. I swear something was wrong with my mind because as I looked up at mom, I doubled-down on what I did.

I leaned up and kissed her lips quickly. In and out. In that warmth, my mom’s little smile back scorched me.

She put her hands on my face, squishing my cheeks, and pressed a kiss onto my lips.

“Is this what we’ve been missing?” She asked, hugging me tightly.

I could barely focus on her words. My eyes drifted downwards. God, had her boobs always looked this grabbable? I mean, I always knew they were big and… Well, yeah, but right now I just wanted to…

I cupped her right breast with my hands.

“Honey, I’m sensitive there.” I looked up, mom was smiling meekly. It was cute.

Yeah, at this point, although I couldn’t identify why I knew I wasn’t thinking straight Screw it. I put my lips over her chest’s skin. Hugging mom tightly, I put one, two, three kisses there. When I looked up and saw mom watching me with half-lidded eyes and a smile, I went back to the globe in my hand.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, dragging it over her right tit.

“O-Oh! That’s cold.” Mom muttered. I didn’t care. Now, I was licking at her skin like a puppy. With my right leg draped over mom’s lap, I adjusted so I could get a better angle.

Somehow, I ended up straddling her.

I was content with licking her skin, but I wanted to cover more of an area. So, as mom ran her hands up and down my back, I pulled her nightgown down.

Thus, her breasts were free. They looked… Delicious. Particularly two small red buds staring back at me.

I couldn’t resist. I put my mouth over her right nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh, goodness…” My mom started breathing heavily. She wasn’t stopping me, so I kept going. Licking with little circles, I pulled and nibbled on her tits. The way she rubbed my back made me feel electric. “Good girl… So good.”

Her praising words drove me further. I let my abs rest on hers as I brought my arms around my mom’s back. Suddenly, our faces were inches away from each other.

To be honest, I don’t know who leaned in first. All I know is, one second, we were smiling at each other, the next, we were making out.

It took no time at all for our tongues to find each other. I wanted to taste as much of her as I could. This woman who tried so hard to make sure I could live alright… I wanted to feel all of her and a part of that was to feel the way her saliva traveled from her mouth to mine, down my throat as I gulped it down.

To feel the tips of our tongues pressing each other a little shyly.

It went on until I started to notice mom’s hands roaming down to my legs. Specifically, my butt. She squeezed my cheeks and I moaned a little into her mouth.

What were we doing? Well, I wasn’t sure I cared. At the moment, anyway.

She kept her hands at my ass, squeezing them for a while until one of her hands went in front.

I separated for a little bit.

“I want to make you feel good.” My mom said.

“M-Me too.” I looked back at her. “It’s your birthday after all.”

“Best one yet.” She admitted and I grinned.

That was how our hands ended up on each other’s pussys. With me straddling her, she plunged her right hand into my pajama shorts, as I sneaked mine down her gown.

When my finger touched a soft, humid opening, I leaned in and kissed her again. It was incredible. I was rubbing my mom’s pussy, and it felt great. Soft, tender. Just as she was now doing to me.

When her finger went in, I gasped. When mine went inside of her, she squeezed my butt harder.

The entire time, we just watched each other. Every now and then, I’d feel compelled to close the distance, pull on her lips a little with my own, but mostly we just stared. For me, it was just my way of acknowledging how much love I truly had for her.

Yes, these past years had been rough. But, as much as I wanted to be angry, I couldn’t be. I knew she was trying. I just… My problem was that I wanted more of her.

And this was a step in that direction.

With her hands now rapidly going in and out of me, and my own doing the same to her, and our breaths mingling together as our faces were just inches from connecting at all times, I just felt like saying it again.

“I love you, mom!”

“I love you too, honey! So, so much!”

Our hands sped up even further. I never looked away. I wanted to look into her eyes as I drove her over the top!

I paced as hard as I could, as quickly as I could, making such a strong effort to get my mom off.

When it happened, it was magical.

“Oh, GOD!” Seeing my mom’s body shake under me…

It broke my own resistance down. Soon, with her hand still in me, I clamped down on it and came hard as well.

Covering her mouth with mine, my body clenched as a small flood released on my mom’s hand.

My body was spasming so hard, it was difficult to keep my mouth over mom’s, but I wanted to kiss her so badly, that I wasn’t willing to give up.

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