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A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia has the authority to permit Felicity to come, or not to come.

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I started to walk on but Felicity stayed rooted on the spot and whimpered:

“I want to go back, please Miss Julia.”

“Are you sure? What’s the hurry,” I taunted, and looked at her under the slightly orange glow of the dim streetlights. She looked sweaty and very desirable and I could so easily have abandoned my self-imposed midnight rule and just finger-fucked her to orgasm right there in the street. Moving to stand behind her and reaching around to put my hands on her tight flat tummy, I pulled her against me and pressed my groin into her bum. She knew what I was doing and didn’t resist so I slid one hand slowly up her torso, feeling every rib on the way then slipping under the bottom of her ragged top. I found one of her small irresistible breasts and it felt simply perfect in my hand. The nipple was already erect and I couldn’t wait to see it again. Fortuitously, we were outside a dusty old antiques shop which had various old mirrors on display in the window allowing me to lift her top and feast my eyes on their reflections.

Felicity lay her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly as I played with first one then the other nipple. She watched her own reflection as I teased, pinched and pulled her sensitive dark buds and she writhed and whimpered in torment as I moved my other hand down, finding her navel, poking a finger in and teasing it.

She squealed out loud and spun around, gasping: “Oh god Julia. No, not there please not there. I can’t stand all of this. I’m so turned on all the time. It’s constant. This is unbearable, I’ve never experienced this before. I’m on a permanent horny high. Can’t we go back? Please Miss. I’m desperate and I simply have to come, and soon.”

She was not the only one. I too was aroused almost to distraction, and close to losing control. 14 days since my last climax, 3 of them spent in the company of possibly the most sexually desirable woman I had ever encountered. Countless edges. Numerous denied almost-orgasms. Days of supressed arousal. Hours of mind-numbing desperation. And all in the pursuit of the ultimate orgasm, one that might be only an hour away. My pussy was throbbing with desire and urgent need. My juices were flooding and my nipples ached, begging for a willing mouth to consume them and extract unimaginable pleasure from my full and erotically-revealed breasts.

I lifted the bottom of my dress and we could both see how my skimpy thong was struggling to cover my engorged pussy. “Soon, my lovely. Soon. Look at me Flix, look at me. See how I’m ready for you? Look at me Flix, look between my legs.”

I opened my legs and thrust my mound forwards.

“Look at my sex, Flix. See how my lips are full and pink and swollen and how they’ve escaped from under my dripping wet thong? See how my juices have soaked it?

Felicity looked intently at my reflection in the mirrors. “Please don’t taunt me like this. You know how hard you’re making this for me and you know how much I adore looking at you. You’re beautiful, Julia and I want you so much. But I don’t just want to look, I want to touch too, and can’t we do that back home?”

“I like to hear you say that Flix. But look at this,” and, ignoring her pleadings, I put my right foot up on the low ledge below the shop window to give her a clearer view.

“What if I pull my thong higher on my hips, like this? Look what’s happened now, see how it’s pulled tight against my lips and clit? See how my whole pussy is ready. Ready to be licked and fingered and fucked and teased as you bring me to a climax? I can just about wait until midnight; can you?”

“I hope so Miss. But I doubt it.”

“Look at it Flix. Do you like looking at my pussy? Do you like seeing me hitch up my dress on the street like a whore? Well get down on your hands and knees and take a closer look, slut”

“Yes, your pussy does look delicious and so ready to be licked, but I can see that without having to get down on all fours. Please don’t make me. What if someone comes down the street when I’m on my knees?”

“Yes, what if? You know what. They’ll see a horny young woman with her wet pouting pussy fully on show between her legs, visible through the gaping hole in her cheap ripped leggings. And they’ll think ‘what a pretty pussy. And what a cheap, willing slut!’ Now get down there and take a good look. Tell me, does my pussy look ready to be licked?”

Reluctantly Felicity obeyed my instruction and got down between my legs, her bum high in the air and her thighs wide apart. She looked awesome and I wanted all of her. I bent over her and nonchalantly slipped a finger in her vagina.

“Fuck yes Julia. Yes, Yes Yes, … but please stop tormenting me like this. What are you trying to do to me? Make me explode?”

“No, just to get you ready to explode at midnight.”

Felicity was close to tears.

“But I’m already ready. I couldn’t be more ready. What more can I possibly do?”

“You can lick my wet thong whilst bursa escort you’re down there. Yes, Flix, do it. You’re my slut and my pussy needs licking. That’s your job.”

Felicity visibly shuddered and did as I had instructed her, lapping her tongue up the full length of the lacy wet triangle stretched between my lips and over my clit. It felt wonderful to me and to be honest it was fortunate she only did it a few times, the start of some pre-orgasmic muscle clenches hovering just under the surface.

“Oh fuck yes,” she blurted as she surfaced, and pouted: “but, Miss, my pussy needs this too and I’d much rather be at home than out on the streets or in a seedy club when I finish. Can we stop now please?”

I’d put this gorgeous yet young and impressionable girl through enough so reluctantly I gave her permission to stop, and agreed we would in fact skip the club and go back. Felicity sighed with relief and thanked me as we began to walk, but was otherwise very quiet as we clack-clacked through the deserted residential streets, the sound of our heels on the paving echoing off the walls. Savouring the stimulating sensation of my tiny gold bar brushing sensually against the inside of my foot, the level or arousal in my pussy ratchetted up yet another level to: ‘intense but just about bearable’.

“Anything on your mind?” I asked, genuinely interested and concerned.

Felicity looked at me as we walked: “I have so many unanswered questions, sorry.”

“Any I can answer?”

“Yes, lots.”

“Fire away.”

“What’s that little thingy that hangs down the side of your shoe?”

“It’s a pure gold ingot.”

“Why would a shoe have one of those?”

“Makes it very exclusive. There are only 100 pairs in the world like it. And it excites me when it brushes against my foot when I walk.”

“Because it’s expensive? Or you just like the feeling?”

“Both.”

“Lots of things excite you, don’t they Julia.”

“Yes. Lots.”

“Especially clothes, underwear … and shoes?”

“Yes, but not just those. Next question.”

“Have you really not had an orgasm for 2 weeks now?”

“True, Why?”

“No reason, just curious. Is your mother still alive?”

“Yes she is,”

“Does she know, about … you?”

“What about me?”

“That you’re a lesbian.”

“Yes she does, but she doesn’t know everything about my sexual preferences.”

“Is she OK about you being gay?”

“Pretty much, yes, right from when I first told her.”

“How old were you then?”

“15, nearly 16.”

Felicity went very quiet after that, not speaking again until we were almost at my apartment when she asked: “I want to know what’s in that box. You promised you’d tell me”

“The inlaid wooden one? I assumed you already knew. You’ve already looked inside, right?”

“No, no, I haven’t. Honestly. I wouldn’t do that without your permission … Miss.”

“But you moved it. It was in a slightly different position.”

“I’m sorry Miss but I did just pick it up. I thought I might get some idea what’s inside by its weight.”

“And?”

“None the wiser actually.”

“Shall we go in and find out.”

“Will I like it?”

“I hope so.”

It was just after 11:00 by now and I was feeling hornier than I could ever remember. The ‘Arousal of Anticipation’ they call it. I waved my pass to enter the lobby and to call the lift.

Whilst we were waiting for it to arrive, standing beside Felicity I could see our reflections in the glass doors. My hard nipples were poking aggressively at the shimmery bronze fabric of my dress and my thong felt soaking wet. We stepped into the small glass-walled space and it whirred into motion. My mind flitted back to Tuesday afternoon, the first time Felicity and I shared this lift, and thoughts about how far we’d come since then filled my mind.

Raising the scalloped hem of my dress, I took Felicity’s hand and placed it over my pussy. “This is what you do to me, Flix. I think you should apologise.”

Felicity cupped and squeezed my aching mound and purred “I think you should apologise to me for being such a horny, bossy, cruel bitch”

As if I would. In any case, at that moment the doors glided open and soon we were inside my sanctuary.

The atmosphere between us was loaded as I closed and locked the door behind us and you could almost touch the tension. We both knew why we were there … or did we?

Felicity looked at herself in the long mirror and acknowledged what a total mess she was, with her hair all matted, make-up smudged and clothes in tatters, her pussy completely exposed for all to see and her titties almost as bad. She released her ponytail and let her dishevelled hair cascade over her shoulders and turned one way and another, looking at her own reflection. She asked me: “Would it surprise you if I admitted what a massive turn-on it is for me, seeing myself looking like this? To look so obviously like I’m your used and humiliated little slut?”

“No,” I replied, “no surprise at all. And would you be surprised if I tell you it turns me on seeing you like bursa escort bayan that, and knowing that you absolutely are my slut?”

Felicity looked at herself in the mirror again but didn’t answer. Instead she asked: “What’s the time now, Julia?”

I looked at my phone. “11:15, why?”

She bit gently on the little finger of her right hand as she walked across to me and, not really expecting anything except an affirmative response, commented: “It must be that time. The time you’ve been planning to tease me and lick me and finger-fuck me and mercilessly play with my clit until I’m about to climax. To hold me there, against my will, needing it so badly but totally in your control as you edge me and torment me right up to the stroke of midnight, in the uncertain hope that you will actually keep your promise and allow me to come. Right, Miss?”

I laughed and said she knew me too well and it was a good guess, but that actually ‘No’.

“What? What the fuck?” Felicity looked angry and upset. “You promised. You’ve been leading me up to this for 2 days and now you say No? Fuck you Julia I need to come and I will come even if I have to do it myself!”

“And that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

“What?”

“In fact, we are both going to come. But we’re going to masturbate only ourselves, each in a place where the other can see and watch, and we’re going to edge ourselves as close as we dare to the point of coming and hold ourselves there until exactly midnight, when we will reach orgasm.”

“Oh … my … god. So, Julia, you now control everything about my sexuality, even telling me when I can and cannot masturbate. You are impossible Julia. I’ve been so much looking forward to you fucking me senseless, and now you tell me I have to do it to myself?”

“Well, yes. But then after midnight I promise I will indeed ‘fuck you senseless’, in more way than you could imagine. And I promise you more and better orgasms than you’ve probably ever had in one night. How does that sound?”

Felicity looked like she might cry. “This is all so intense and emotional and I can’t even think straight anymore. I’m so horny that I might even be past coming now and I suppose all I can do is surrender myself totally to you and go along with whatever you want. At least it might make you happy even if it doesn’t satisfy me. And I’ll only have to endure this for another 12 hours then I’ll be on that boat and will never see you again and … and …” She erupted into floods of tears.

I dabbed her face with a soft tissue and purred in her ear: “Surrender. Yes. Exactly. Just let yourself go.”

Felicity collapsed into my arms and I lowered her gently onto one of the big sofas. “Lay back, rest your head, and just do as I say, OK?”

She looked at me and nodded. I too was super aroused but managed to keep a clear head as my plan continued to unfurl as intended. My nipples pressed against my glamourous dress and my thong was so wet as to be useless. I stood close to Felicity, lifted the front of the dress, and peeled off the juice-soaked scrap of lace. I rubbed it over Felicity’s shoes and feet then tossed it on the floor. She looked straight at me with wide eyes, but said nothing. Holding my gaze, she began to work the top of her leggings down her hips.

“Stop. No. Did I tell you to take them off?”

“Sorry” she instantly replied. “No Miss, you didn’t. I just assumed you’d want me to be naked?”

“Later, Flix. Later,” I promised, and propped up my phone where we could both see the time: 11:35.

I continued: “Open your legs, Flix. Do as I say, open them.”

Felicity obediently slid her bum to the front edge of the sofa and opened her slender thighs wide causing a few more stiches to give way. The hole in her leggings grew larger, exposing everything from the top of her mound down to the shadows under her tight bum.

“Good girl. Now, just listen to my instructions, and watch me. Copy what I do, OK?”

“Yes Miss Julia.” she whispered, without a hint of dissent.

Taking up position on the opposite sofa, I hitched up my dress and spread my legs as wide as I could. Not as wide as my flexible young companion’s, but pretty good for a 44-year-old, I thought to myself as the erotic feelings inside me grew and spread through my nervous system and the excitement and anticipation of the situation gripped me.

“Pull your outer lips apart, Flix,” I instructed, “spread your pussy so I can see again how pretty it is. Use two hands.” … as I demonstrated, using my two middle fingers and exposing my engorged, pink flesh.

Felicity copied.

She gasped.

So did I.

I stayed like that for a while, sensing the intense arousal of two women, deliberately, blatantly, whorishly revealing their throbbing vulvas to each other.

We continued …

“Now push both fingers into your vagina.”

Felicity’s slid in easily. “Oh my god Julia I’m so wet and open. What are you trying to do to me?”

“I’m sure you know the answer to that question. Now slide them in and out, Flix, that’s it. In, out, in, out. bursa merkez escort Good girl!”

“Oh my god I’m fucking myself in front of another woman; this is so wild.”

“What are you doing Flix?”

“I’m fucking myself, Julia.”

“Say that word. Be that bad girl your mother told you not to be. What is it you are fucking, my sweet innocent little niece?”

“I’m fucking my cunt, Aunt Julia.”

“Yes you are. Are you a bad girl?”

“Yes I am. I’m a very bad girl. A slut. Your slut, Miss Julia.”

“Yes you are, Felicity. Now touch your clit.”

“Please no. I’m going to explode if I touch myself there” Felicity complained.

“No you won’t. You mustn’t. Just touch it very gently.”

Felicity’s whole body shuddered as she stroked upwards towards her clitoris but she stopped and bit seductively on her bottom lip. Perspiration covered her body and trickled down inside her leggings, between her legs and onto her perineum.

“I can’t Julia. I just can’t. It’s too sensitive and I’m so horny sorry I, I …”

But she did, and obediently began to circle her clit with her middle finger.

“Oh my god Julia I never ever …”

“Just listen, obey, and copy. Push your other finger deeper into your hole. As far as you can, but don’t stop playing with your clit. Do both at the same time.”

“It’s too much. I can’t … concentrate … I’m so near … I need this Julia … so much.”

Felicity glanced at my phone. “Another quarter of a frickin’ hour still. Surely you don’t …” and she trailed off, her eyes closed as she gently stroked her pink bud.

“Yes you can.”

“I’m sorry. This is so hard.”

“Keep copying me, Flix, do what Miss Julia does.”

I too needed to come, but controlled my emotions and just about managed to subdue the feelings for a bit longer as I fingerfucked my vagina and stimulated my clit.

“Oh shit that’s too much no please no no please tell me to come. Release me. Let me come. Please tell me it’s OK. Just one word from you is all I need. Say the word pleeease Julia” as the words poured out of her mouth, barely coherent now.

“No. Not yet. It’s not the time. Now do some tiny soft circles again. Barely touching. Keep going, keep going, keep going and … STOP.”

“Aaahhhhnnnnnnooooooo” she cried out. I’m sure that wasn’t the word she wanted to hear.

I stopped too and the feelings were awesome. It had been a long 2 weeks for me and the time was getting nearer. So powerful. So intense. Yet I felt deliciously in control.

“Just breathe” I purred “Both hands down by your sides and simply focus on the feelings inside your pussy.”

“Ohhhhhhhh” Felicity cried out as she took her hand away. “I’m sorry. I’ll do as I’m told. Tell me what to do now Julia.”

“Just do nothing, and count to 30 as the feelings subside. Concentrate on how that feels, all through your body and in your mind.”

“I’ll try … 1, 2, 3 … mmmm …15, 16, 17 … oh my god, doing my best here – feels awesome amazing … 28, 29, 30.”

“OK, we’ll start again, fingering our clits like before.”

Felicity did exactly as she was told. We repeated: Play, Stop, Count, play, stop, count and she was a spectacle to behold as she began to get into the rhythm, fingering her clit, up and down, left and right, circling, tapping, and then not touching at all on command, as her moans became stronger, louder, more desperate.

And so we continued. Time passed until I no longer needed to give her instructions and I could focus on my own ascending arousal as I teased myself, played and watched.

Felicity changed positions a couple of times, always with her legs wide apart. Each time she moved, a few more stitches of her ripped leggings succumbed and the hole grew even larger. Mostly she kept her eyes closed but occasionally she’d open them, smile at me, then continue. I noticed the periods when she wasn’t touching her pussy at all becoming longer. Sometimes she’d pull her cropped top right up to her armpits to reveal her lovely titties, and play with them too; pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples whilst leaving her vulva neglected, needy, aching and unsatisfied. And exposed, clearly on show through the unforgiving rip in her leggings, an enticing, uninhibited display of pink, wet, engorged, soft, aroused, aching young flesh.

Midnight arrived … and passed, but Felicity didn’t notice. She was totally engrossed, and there was no way I’d let myself come before her. Occasionally I’d have to stop completely, crouch with my bum pushed backwards, my hands gripping the furniture, and ride the wave of almost-there vagina-clenches. My boobs had spilled out of my dress and I tortured my nipples whenever Felicity touched hers.

Eventually she spoke, weakly, her mouth dry and parched.

“Is it time yet?” Felicity enquired.

“Yes my lovely, it’s time.

Felicity smiled dreamily and positioned her hand just a centimetre or so above her oozing, swollen pussy, holding it there, hovering so close but not making contact. Her fingers stiff and bent back, her shoulders on the floor, feet up on the sofa and her bum high up off the ground as she offered up her open, throbbing vulva, as though worshiping an unseen and unpenetrating phallus. She straightened her back and her tummy muscles pulled tight. Her whole body was tense and alive. She’d almost stopped breathing and perspiration was pouring off her.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little surprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 18, I thought, with a very athletic body. She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail.

“You’re a good swimmer” I said, attempting to start some conversation as I took off my robe and began to step into the warm pool.

She stopped swimming and stood up in the shallow end near me. “Thanks” she said as the water dripped from her tight body. “I like it here late since I can’t seem to sleep too well lately. My parents are snoring away in our room upstairs.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like,” I answered. “Sometimes you just need to let off some energy.”

I noticed her checking out my body as I walked down the steps into the pool. I loved getting reactions to my blue bikini, from both women and men. It shows my ample cleavage and nice 30 year old body very well. I felt my nipples harden under her look, even though I was getting very warm. I noticed Susan’s small but firm tits under her thin suit also had some tiny buds showing through.

“Miss your boyfriend?” I asked. Susan looked at me a little funny, but answered “No, we broke up a while ago. He’s a jerk. I found out he was cheating on me.”

“That’s rough,” I said, moving closer to her. “Sometimes I think men just aren’t worth it.” She nodded, and I continued “You know, we can do all that they can do just by ourselves, we don’t really need them.”

Susan giggled, “Well, SOME things we can’t do like they can, if you know what I mean.”

I smiled, “Oh yeah? I think all we need is a little imagination and some basic tools, and we can do better.”

Susan nervously laughed, but I could tell she was intrigued. She watched me as I laid back and began backstroking, slowly kicking across the pool. She watched me all the way, I’m sure noticing my breasts floating nicely on the water constrained by my tight suit, as my long legs worked effortlessly. Susan walked into waist-deep water, and laid back against the pool edge, kicking gently.

After I made another lap, I stood up again. “Damn, this strap broke again” I lied as I slipped my arm out of one side. “I’ve got to get a new one.” Susan watched as I removed the other strap, as my large but firm breasts bounded out, nipples long and stiff in the air. I was looking at the clasp as if it were broken.

“Oh well, it’s just us girls anyway” I said as I turned the top around and unbuttoned the snap, gently lifting my tits to do it. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I glanced up to see Susan staring at my hardened nipples as I held my bikini top to the side. “Umm, no, not at all” she managed to stutter as she looked away quickly.

I smiled and squatted down in the water. Susan finally looked back at me. I turned away from her slightly as I slid my bikini bottom over my ass and down my legs, and quickly stood up in the shallow end. I tossed it to the side, still facing away from her. My ass was slightly out of the water, so I was sure she got a good look at it.

“I love to skinny dip anyway, if feels so free” I said as I turned back to Susan. “Did you ever try it?”

I caught Susan’s eyes checking my neatly trimmed blonde hair at my crotch. Her eyes slowly raised over my breasts, then to my own eyes. I looked directly into her brown eyes, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed that I had caught her admiring my nude body.

She looked hesitant, but then, as if deciding that she was too curious as to what I would do next, answered. “Yeah, my girlfriend and I used to do it all the time in her backyard pool at night.” Then she quickly added “Skinny dip, I mean.” She glanced at my breasts again, as she made up her mind. “OK, I could use some freedom.”

She turned her back to me, and began to lift the straps from her shoulders, slowly peeling it off her slim, but shapely body for me. She looked over her shoulder at me as she stripped, a slight smile on her face. I felt that twinge between my legs as she lowered the tight suit down, stretching it past her nice firm butt, and bent down to pick it up from the pool bottom. As she bent over, she slowly turned toward me, her small tits hanging under her, pink nipples hardened.

The biggest rush I felt though, was when she slowly stood and turned to toss the suit to the side, and I saw her almost hairless pussy. I could see her pink lips starting to show through the few strands of blonde hair. Her nice thighs were slightly parted as she stood there, so that they converged at her nearly-bald crotch. This was one hot looking girl. Her waist was tiny, making her chest look bigger than it really was. She had a perfect hourglass figure for a girl her age.

I could tell that she was interested in me, I had seen those looks before. Some girls will clam up right away escort bayan and need more gentle prodding, but Susan was ready for some woman-and-girl experimentation. I decided to be bolder. We both walked into waist deep water, and I stretched out on my back on the water, floating toward her. She came a little closer, until I was next to her, my body across the water in front of her. I looked up into her dark eyes as they roamed my body, taking extra time looking at my pussy. I kicked slowly, spreading my legs slightly to give her a good view of my own puffy lips.

As I floated closer, my side brushed her stomach as she stood, and I felt the electric jolt of desire flow through both of us. She jumped back slightly, but then, getting bolder, moved back towards me slowly. I just gazed into her eyes, trying to let her know that I was open to whatever she wanted. Susan hesitatingly reached out to touch me, placing her hand on my flat stomach just below my heaving breasts. Her eyes were looking them over, noticing the hardened nipples. Her eyes rose to meet mine, looking for the next OK.

“Go ahead, feel them” I said, and she began to caress my tits, gently at first, making my nipples harden even more under her touch. She was enraptured with my body, as she now began pinching softly my nipples. “Ohh, that feels good, Susan,” I said. “I like your touch.”

“I like the feel of your body,” she said. “You’re so beautiful and soft. You must have lots of boyfriends.”

“Well,” I said, “I suppose I could, but right now I’d rather be with you.” Susan smiled and continued stroking me. She put one hand under the small of my back, holding me in the water, as the other ran up and down my body. She ran her hand down to my mound, stopping at the hairline. I was covered in goose bumps from the excitement of her touch. “Go ahead, touch me” I encouraged her.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered. I could tell that she was eager to learn. Her breathing was rapid as her little tits heaved on her chest, her eyes wandering over my body.

“When you and your girlfriend skinny dipped, did you ever touch each other?” I asked, hoping to bring up some emotions.

“Well,” she answered slowly, “we were only about 11 or 12, we really didn’t know what to do.”

I kept prodding as she continued stroking me “did you kiss?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Susan answered, “We pretended we were the other’s boyfriend. We would touch each other, but neither of us had much in the way of breasts, although I liked to play with Jane’s, she had little nubs before I did.”

“How about her pussy?,” I asked. “Did you like to touch hers?”

Susan looked longingly at mine. “We would both get pretty wet when we played with each other” she was opening up now. “We kind of rubbed each other’s slit, but I don’t think we ever really gave each other a real orgasm or anything.”

I really wanted to take her now, but I decided to let her do the exploring for now. It felt too good to have this virgin girl experiment on me.

“Just do to me what you think you’d like done to you” I said.

Susan’s hand went down to my pussy, her finger slipping into my moist slit gently. She felt for my clit, and I shivered as she found it immediately, stiffened, waiting for her touch. This girl really knew her way around a chick’s body. I’m sure she must have played with herself often to know just where to touch me. I closed my eyes and let her pleasure me, sliding her finger up and down my moistening slit, her palm touching my clit just enough to tease me. Then she slipped her finger into my hole, and I let myself go limp in the water, weightless in her hands.

She entered me slowly, as she brought me closer to her chest, her tits right next to my face. I flicked out my tongue to her nipples, letting it slide over her small mounds. Susan shivered as she moaned, continuing to stroke my cunt. She pulled me closer to her, giving me easier access to her chest as I continued sucking her bite sized tits into my mouth. She found my clit, which was stiff from excitement about fucking this little girl. She began to stroke it with her fingers, letting it slide between them. As she finger fucked me, I could tell that she was getting too excited to stand for long, holding me up in the water.

“Let’s move to the side of the pool” I said as I let her tit slide out of my mouth, even though I didn’t want her to stop playing with my clit.

She gently let me down and I stood in front of her. Taking her head in my hands, I lowered my mouth to hers, sending an electric shock through both of us as our lips touched. I slipped my tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing me to enter her mouth with my tongue. She hungrily sucked it, as she grasped my hard ass with her fingers. I moved my hands down to her heaving chest, palming her little titties and stroking the hard nipples between my fingers. She pulled me closer to her, our blond mounds pressing together underwater. I stopped to take a breath. görükle escort

“Come on, sit up on the edge of the pool” I said, leading her to the edge.

I grasped her waist and quickly lifted her onto the side of the pool, her hips about even with my chest. She put her hands on my tits, kneading the heavy mellons in her palms as she watched me. My hands were still on her waist, but now I moved them lower to her thighs. They were very muscular for a young girl, and commented on how lovely they were. I stroked the outside of her legs, waiting for her to open them for me, not wanting to push too hard. Susan leaned forward, her beautiful face touching mine for a kiss. Her eyes focused on mine as she slowly spread her legs, scooching forward on the pool side slightly. I looked down to her bald pussy, the pink lips swollen from her excitement. Her slit was wet from her own juices, and I could smell the young lust from her sweet cunt.

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Slowly, I leaned forward to kiss the tops of her thighs, working my way between her legs. I lifted one up and kissed the inside of her knee, working slowly up with my lips as I placed the leg on my shoulder. I touched the other leg, and she immediately placed that one up on my other shoulder as she leaned her head back, waiting for the inevitable.

I continued slowly kissing up her leg, stopping at her crotch as I kissed her smooth belly. I could feel just the hint of pubic hair on my chin as I slowly worked lower, feeling the wetness of her slit on my chin. I touched her pussy lips with my open mouth, and Susan shivered noticeably, a soft moan escaping from her young lips. She opened her legs even more. I let my tongue slip out, gently licking her soaking slit from the top down, then up again slowly. I could feel her young clit stiffen as I passed over it with my soft tongue. She slowly began to gyrate her hips, pushing her cunt gently into my flickering tongue.

Then I placed my mouth over her pussy, my top lip on her clit, as I slowly explored around her hole with my tongue. The juices were flowing quickly, and I swallowed, enjoying the youngster’s taste. I gently pushed my tongue into her entrance, and she grabbed my head, pulling herself closer to me. I slipped it into her as far as I could, as my hands wandered up her body to her heaving breasts. I pulled and fondled her hard, stiff nipples, as I continued working my tongue in and out of her gushing pussy.

She was beginning to twitch, lifting her hips off the edge a little, then pulling my head into her wetness. I gently slipped my middle finger into her slit, letting her juices lubricate it well. Slowly, I began pushing it into her flowing cunt, slipping it all the way in as I continued to tongue her clit. She was tight, but took it easily, moaning softly as I moved it in and out of her hot pussy. Her moans became louder, and I started sucking harder on her stiffness, my mouth covering her snatch. I knew what was happening now, as I felt the buildup of her clit as her cunt exploded it’s nectar into my face, She pulled me even tighter, as she moaned louder and louder, bucking her hips wildly as I tried to keep my finger inside her, my tongue on her spasming clit.

It was a long orgasm, followed by several smaller tingles as she came down from each one slowly. I backed out my finger, kissing gently at her slit, and licking slowly out to her thighs. My face was soaking wet from her come, and she was looking at me hungrily.

“Oh my god, I’ve never felt one like that before!” she said, eyes wide.

“That was a lot more than one, my dear” I said, realizing that she had never experienced multiple orgasms before. “Now you know what a woman can do with a woman.”

She slipped back into the pool, taking me in her arms, pressing her body to mine as she kissed me deeply. She took my tongue into her mouth, sucking her own juices off it, seeming to enjoy every drop. We kissed like that for a while, stroking each other’s bodies as our hands wandered over them. I was about to come myself just from her touches, but I knew I needed to wait. I wanted her to enjoy the feeling of bringing me off herself.

She grasped my big tits, kneading them gently in her hands. Slowly, she kissed my chest, trailing her tongue down my cleavage, as she squeezed them together. She slowly kissed my breast, all around the nipple as it hardened again under her touch. Then, she opened her mouth and took my tit into it, sucking and licking it at the same time. It felt wonderful to have this girl making love to my tits. She flicked her tongue over the nipple, gently biting down with her lips and teeth. She worked over one, then the other, as I enjoyed her mouth on my tits.

“Let’s get out of the water” I whispered, not really wanting her to stop.

I led her up the stairs, and we laid next to each other on some exercise mats. I laid on my back, and Susan gently began to kiss bursa elit escort me again, leaning over me as we sucked tongues together. She again began kissing lower, going back to work on my tits, nipples hard as I ever remember. She was kneeling up now by my side, and I slowly began to spread my legs apart, hoping she’d pick up on the hint. Susan slid her leg between mine as she continued sucking and licking my breasts, and as I moved my other leg over, knelt between my legs, her knees together. I stroked her hair as she kissed my tits, gently guiding, but not pushing her lower. She didn’t resist, but kissed gently lower to my flat stomach, licking at my belly button. It felt wonderfully erotic as her velvet tongue kissed my body, and I took my own breast in my hand, kneading it as she kissed lower.

Finally, she reached my mound, and kissed at my pubic hair. I arched my back a little, giving her easy access to my wet slit. I felt a twinge through my body as her lips touched my pussy lips, now swollen with lust, slightly spread for her. Her tongue slipped into the slit, and she began licking and kissing my pussy lips, her tongue working deeper into my cunt. This girl was a natural cunt-eater, I thought. She was touching all the right places. I bent my knees up, pulling her face closer to my crotch as she lapped at my flowing cunt. Her hands ran up to my breasts, and she kneaded them both, fondling me as she continued sucking my juices, bringing me nearer and nearer. I thrust my hips up, her tongue meeting me with each thrust. I squeezed her hands onto my tits harder, guiding her as she caressed my breasts, flicking the nipples gently with her fingers. Her tongue slipped into my hole, and she drove it in and out, stopping to lick at my erect clit as she entered and exited the flowing cunt. She was fucking me expertly with her thick tongue, my thrusts meeting hers.

She continued kneading my tits as she licked, and I began to buck my hips, the start of a huge orgasm building in my body. Suddenly, it hit. I slammed my cunt into her lapping tongue, spilling my juices over her face as she eagerly drank, still squeezing my tits together as she held her tongue on my spasming clit.

“Yes, oh yes Susan” I screamed as I felt I would literally explode.

When each wave hit, I threw my head back, humping my gushing cunt into her face. Slowly, it subsided, and Susan let her tongue relax, as she slowly kissed her way back up my body, gently touching me everywhere with her lips. I pulled her face toward mine, hers now wet with my cum. We kissed deeply as I sucked my own juices off her tongue, tasting the stickiness of my pussy. We laid there, embracing for a while, as we stroked each other’s bodies, her head on my heavy chest.

“Thank you” she whispered, as she reached up to kiss me. “I loved doing that to you.”

After a few minutes, we decided that we’d better get back to our rooms.

“What do you do?” she asked me as I pulled my robe over my nude body.

“I’m a photographer” I said. “And I’d like you to model for me, if you would.” Susan was impressed.

“What kind of photography?” she asked. “Oh, mostly free-lance” I answered, “But I really enjoy nude and erotic photography.”

“I’ll bet you do,” she laughed. “Do you use yourself as a subject?”

“Actually, yes,” I said. “I have a little remote control that I’ve used quite a bit. I’ll show you some of my work later, if you want.”

We made a date for the next evening, and she slipped her suit back on, sliding her beautiful body into it, now proudly exhibiting herself as she pulled the tight suit over her tits.

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I heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s Susan” said a low voice.

I opened the door to find her, blond hair cascading beautifully over her shoulders. She wore skin-tight jeans, and a buttoned white blouse. Her lacy bra was visible through the thin fabric. Her makeup was done well, her beautiful brown eyes accented perfectly. I too was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. I had no bra or underwear underneath, and I felt my nipples harden just looking at Susan’s tight firm ass as she walked into my room.

My room was a mini-studio, with different backgrounds spread against one wall, the camera and lighting equipment everywhere. I offered her a drink, and we sat at the table as she began looking through my portfolio. I showed her some jeans ads that I had done, as well as some food shots.

“This is really good” she said, as she looked through the book. “But where’s the other stuff you told me about?”

I smiled, and pulled another book from a shelf. “You mean the erotic book?” I smiled. “You have to be over eighteen to see these, you know” I kidded.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone, I guess.”

I sat close to her as she opened the book. There were pictures of women partially nude, some with lingerie, and some Playboy-type poses, fully nude.

“These women are all beautiful,” she said. “Did you make love to them all?”

“I wish!” I laughed. “No, only a few are open to explore like we are,” I said as I stroked her long blonde hair.

Susan pressed on, though. “Tell me which ones,” she insisted, as she continued flipping through the pages, admiring some of the beautiful bodies.

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‘Practice is almost over’ I told myself. Soon I could go home and take care of this ache. This happens every practice. I would stand quietly off to the side and stare lustfully at my coach. Why did she have to have such perfect legs anyway? And that ass… my mind wandered once more. My cheerleading coach was absolutely gorgeous. She had blonde hair with bright blue eyes with a body you just wanted to devour. At least I did. I wanted to run my tongue from her lips to the place I knew would be wet for my touch. Shuddering in arousal, I tried to put my mind on other subjects. It was torture fantasizing the way I did. I wondered what she would do if she knew one of her girls was lusting after her.

Everything that was said to me I pretty much ignored. I felt like a robot really, going through the motions from memory while my mind was filled with erotic images and daydreams. The things that went through my head would make the most promiscuous woman blush and probably give a nun a heart attack. I blamed it mostly on my hormones, being 18 just wasn’t easy.

At that moment, the coach slid into the splits trying to teach us a new cheer. I felt heat pool between my legs and felt a blush creep up my neck. I glanced around but everyone ignored me as usual. I was thankful no one noticed the way I was fidgeting or the blatant desire burning in my eyes as my gaze found the Coach again. Finally practice was over and the coach bid everyone goodbye smiling in her usual charming way. I gave a sigh of relief. Now I could go home and take a nice long cold shower!

However before I could leave and go home the coach called me over. I approached her doing my best to keep my eyes trained on her face when all they wanted to do was slip lower. It should be illegal for someone to have such a perfect body I thought silently to myself. “Tanya there is something I need your help on” I nodded hundreds of fantasies spinning through my head at her simple statement. “There are some signs at my house I would like you to help me with if you don’t mind” her voice was soft and so very feminine, I felt like crying out in frustration.

‘What a strange request’ I thought silently to myself but I agreed anyway. I could handle a few more hours with her; at least I hoped I could. Now sitting in coaches or rather Jen’s car I felt trapped in my lustful fantasies. Every breath I took I could smell her and I didn’t think I could take much more. A mixture of a soft scented perfume along with her heady feminine smell had me ready to soak her car’s seat right then and there. We finally arrived at her house and I breathed a sigh of relief. Being so close to her without touching her was really a challenge

She unlocked and opened the front door motioning me to follow her to the living room. “Would you like anything to drink? Juice maybe?” she asked completely unaware of the affect she was having on me. Strangled by lust I could only nod mutely. She left to get the drinks and I sat down on a bursa escort very plush sofa. Glancing around her house, I noted how neat it was and how cheery the atmosphere seemed.

She returned with two glasses filled with some type of red liquid. She handed me one and sat down beside me. I was so preoccupied with trying to keep my desire in check that I didn’t even notice that there were no signs in sight. I mumbled thanks and greedily drank almost have the glass. Was it me or was it getting hot in here? “S-so where are the signs?” I asked angry that my voice seemed to shake.

Jen smiled at me “Tanya the reason I asked you to come here has nothing to do with signs. I’ve seen how you look at me and…” she hesitated and my chest constricted. Was she angry? Was she about to kick me off the squad? Or lecture me? Her next words nearly made me fall off the sofa. “I feel the same as you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.” My heart ceased to beat and my mouth dropped open. I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. So all I did was stare at her completely dumbfounded.

She continued on when I remained silent. “In my opinion since we both want each other, what’s to stop us from having each other?” I don’t think I could have answered her if my life depended upon it. We didn’t needs words though because after meeting my gaze for a moment she kissed me and I was immediately lost. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined and I nearly moaned in sweet agony.

Repeatedly our lips met each kiss more impassioned then the last. My hand fisted in her hair as my body clenched with a need so intense I trembled with it. I needed to feel her skin to skin, taste her, and drive her to complete and utter ecstasy. Her lips parted at the insistent probing of my tongue and I slid inside to taste her. Her tongue tangled with mine and the kiss that ensued left me craving more. I explored her every recess, enjoying her sweet taste and delicious smell. Her hands were threaded into my hair pulling slightly as she moaned softly into my mouth

Her body pressed urgently against my mine and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. I could not believe this was happening. I never wanted this moment to end. With my mouth still locked in out erotic kiss, I brought my free hand up to cup her breast. It fit perfectly into my palm just like I knew it would. Her moan sent all my emotions and senses reeling and I felt caught up in this chaotic whirlwind of desire and need. Craving so intense, it bordered on pain slammed into me and my hand on her breast tightened.

I pulled away very reluctantly but only long enough for me to tear off her shirt in one quick motion. Her bra was a cream color with lace flowers on the edges. She looked to damn sexy in it so it soon joined her shirt on the floor with a flick of my wrist. For the longest time all I could do was stare. She was magnificent; I had waited so long for this moment. I hade to taste her, every inch of bursa ucuz escort her begged for my lips. My mouth closed around her nipple and her back arched pressing her breast more firmly into my mouth

She moaned deep in her throat her nails digging into my shoulders. I bit down gently and in response, she cried out softly her hands tightening, her nails leaving little half moons in my shoulders. This only caused my excitement to heighten as I soothed her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly Jen pushed me off and I expected her to stop me, tell me to get out of her house. Instead, she tore my shirt off in the same quick motion I used on her then she proceeded to remove my bra as well.

However, I would not let her take control. I had been waiting for this for to long. I cupped the back of her head and drew her in for another kiss. Meanwhile my other hand began to move down her body. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger reveling in the gasp of pleasure that escaped her parted lips. My mouth left hers and headed downwards once more finding her nipple. She was trembling her body shaking with pleasure and anticipation. I could almost smell her arousal and it made me want her that much more.

My mouth stayed on her breast worshiping her skin with my lips and my hand traces a lazy path toward the area that was weeping for me. I lingered on her navel tracing circles around her belly button teasing her with only the tips of my fingers. Her body arched and writhed in a silent entreaty. Finally, my hand reached the waistband of her shorts and I tugged gently. In response, she lifted her hips so I was able to slide them off her in one smooth motion. She wore a white lace thong underneath and I had to stop myself from crying out in need and appreciation of the sight in front of me. I must have died because this was definitely heaven. Just a hell of a lot hotter.

My fingers headed lower very slowly making her whimper as I kept her in suspense. When I thought I had tortured her enough I brought my hand to the place that craved my touch. My fingers teased her through her thong stroking gently at first. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she undulated against my hand. I smiled as I watched her facial expressions of pleasure. My lips found her nipples again as my hand slid up and down her moist folds. She was soaking through the thongs now and her whimpers grew louder. “Please” she moaned softly and that single world sent all my senses rioting.

My lips left her nipples then and burned a path downwards. I lavished her skin with kisses nibbling here and there. She smelled so delicious, and tasted better then she smelled. When I reached her stomach, I traced slow circles around her belly button. I lingered on her navel causing her to squirm in anticipation. Finally my lips found the place that was now completely soaked with her juices. Her legs fell open and she arched her hips in silent invitation. bursa elit escort

My tongue flicked her clit softly causing her to cry out. She was so sensitive, and so beautiful. My tongue flicked out a few more times and she fisted her hands into my hair pulling slightly and yet holding me in place. After teasing her with a few more flicks, I brought my fingers into play. I slid one from the very back of her wet passage to the top pressing slightly on her clit as I did so. Her body spasmed and her hands tightened even more in my hair so I did it a few more times. By the time I gave her a reprieve her entire body was shaking with pleasure and need.

I brought my tongue back to her button of pleasure passing over it in long leisurely strokes. My hand slipped down from the top of her legs and slid inside of her easily. At that same moment, my lips wrapped around her clit and I sucked the little button into my mouth. Her entire body jerked violently, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. I stopped all movement letting her settle down refusing to let her reach climax just yet. I wasn’t done with her; I wanted to make sure she remembered this just like I knew I would for a very long time.

After her breathing slowed and she went back to softly whimpering, I began a slow thrusting movement with my fingers. Her hips met every thrust eagerly. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps and her eyes were completely glazed over with the need for completion. She was incredible just how I knew she would be. I sucked at her clit vigorously enjoying immensely the way she pushed into my mouth. “Yes!” she moaned. At that word, I shuddered and this time it was me that moaned. My moan sent vibrations through her clit causing her to gasp.

I knew she was near orgasm and my fingers were thrusting faster now and harder. She was so wet, so mouth-watering. I feathered my tongue against her clit, her moans grew louder, and mine soon joined hers. “Yes! Oh Yes!” her voice broke through my haze of need turning me on so much more. Her voice was just so incredibly sexy. Her moans soon turned into a keening wail and I could tell she was on the verge of climax.

Just as she was about to reach the peak I removed my hand. She cried out against the loss her eyes opening and meeting my gaze. My eyes burned into hers for a moment and her cry moments before was now a scream because not even a minute after I removed my fingers I replaced them with my tongue thrusting it as deep as it would go and in the process I flung her over the edge into bliss. She screamed my name as her release claimed her and her hips arched violently off the sofa. I greedily drank of her juices savoring her taste, savoring this moment…

“Tanya… Tanya!” I blinked several times coming back out of my fantasy and once more back to tormenting reality. I noticed everyone was looking at me and I was once again at practice. I had gotten lost in my fantasy world…again! Sometimes I just couldn’t help myself though. ‘damn hormones.’ The coach was frowning at me and I wondered what she would do if she really knew the things that went through my head. “Tanya please pay attention!” she said shaking her head. I nodded my gaze on her lips as she spoke. “Always coach…” my gaze met hers “Always.”

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I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it. I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful.

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My head was spinning from the drugs, I was standing on the stage wearing my daughter’s cheerleading uniform and holding her pom-poms. Suddenly the music started, it was that song “Holla Back Girl” by Gwen Stefani.

I was frozen in fear, unable to even move, I stood on the stage motionless. Suddenly the crowd began to get restless. I could hear comments, “Come Dance….shake that ass, and move it.” The song continued, and I remembered Princess’s threat, that I needed to earn some money, so I slowly tentatively at first began gyrating my hips, and trying to dance.

It was difficult for me to dance, with the combination of the high heels, as well as my drug induced haze, but as I got more comfortable, I began to try and put on a show that the patrons would enjoy.

I fought my urge to run away, I knew it was impossible. Even though I was completely disoriented, and one part of me absolutely hated myself for allowing myself to end up in this position. Another part was turned on beyond belief. I don’t know if it was the drugs or what, but my nipples and my cunt were absolutely on fire, as I continued to parade around the stage. I couldn’t even look out in the crowd; I just stared out into space.

Suddenly, as I wobbled across the stage trying to dance, I turned my ankle. I tried desperately to keep my balance, but it was to no avail. I flailed around, and fell face forward onto the stage. As I fell, both of my breasts flopped out of the top of my shirt. As I heard the catcalls from the crowd, tears began to flow freely from my eyes.

“That’s it. I give up,” I thought to myself, not even bothering to try and get up. I rolled over onto my back and just lay there, sobbing. I guess the crowd was getting a good look at me with a short skirt, and no panties, and boobs flopping out bursa sınırsız escort of my top. The jeers turned to cheers, and suddenly I could see that some of them were actually throwing money to me.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I began to relax a little, just trying to forget where I really was. I heard a voice from the crowd, “Spread those legs.” I spread my legs wide apart, and felt my skirt ride up my waist. The crowd cheered loudly as they saw my naked wet cunt and swollen clit. As sick as it was, the cheering actually made me feel good.

“Rub those nipples,” was the next command. I began rubbing and messaging my hard nips, I was a robot unable to resist. The instant, I touched my nipples and electric jolt ran through my body directly to my clit.

This time without prodding from the crowd, my right hand traveled down to my clit, and I began rubbing it in earnest. My god it was swollen, it had never felt this large. The crowd obviously loved this, and I was vaguely aware of cheering as well as the sound of money hitting the stage all around me. But truthfully by this point, I was lost in my own little world.

As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted; no make that needed to cum, I just couldn’t seem to. I don’t know if it was the cocaine or what, but I just kept furiously rubbing my clit harder and faster. I lay on the stage arching my back moaning and rubbing myself, like a complete slut, trying to cum. Suddenly, I felt something cold hit my shoulder.

I turned to look; apparently someone had rolled an empty Corona beer bottle onto the stage. What I did next horrifies me to this day when I think about it. I just need to cum that bad. I took the empty bottle and slid it deeply into my wet cunt.

At this point, I was completely in another world, not aware of a single thing besides my need to cum. With my left hand now pounding myself with the bottle, and my right hand strumming my clit, I finally felt the pressure beginning to build. My clit began to throb, and the bottle was hitting my g-spot perfectly.

Suddenly I erupted into the most intense orgasm of my life. I was vaguely aware that my juices were literally squirting from cunt. I continued to shake and moan for what seemed like hours, but in truth was probably a couple bursa üniversiteli escort of minutes. When my orgasm subsided, I slumped down on the ground briefly losing consciousness.

As I vaguely began to come back to Earth, I could once again hear the catcalls coming from the crowd. I propped myself up on my elbows, and the first thing I noticed was the beer bottle was still obscenely dangling from my cunt.

The next thought that crossed my mind was Princess. As sick as it was, I wanted to find her, to see her. In some obscene way, I wanted to know that she approved of my act. As, I looked around the stage, I finally spotted her, looking so sexy, with that same bitchy superior smile on her face. My heart swelled with pride.

But just as quickly my heart sank. In a single instant my worlds came colliding together. Sitting right next to Princess was Heather, the receptionist from my office, the one who was there when the barmaid from ‘Lace’ delivered the note from Princess.

As I lay there, suddenly feeling more naked than I had ever been in my life (well it was the truth). Princess got up and walked over to me giggling, “Your friend Heather and I had an interesting conversation. Gather up your stuff, don’t forget my money, and meet us at that table in the back.”

Mixed with extreme fear and shame, as the harsh reality of the situation crossed my mind, I began to get myself together and gather the money that was thrown onto the stage. A million questions danced through my head, but I didn’t dare answer any of them.

Not even bothering to put my breasts inside my shirt, and doing my best to ignore the obscene comments from the crowd. I slowly made my way over to the table where Princess and Heather sat.

They looked like 2 co-conspirators, I shivered at the thought. As I approached an empty seat at the table, Princess snapped her fingers and just pointed at the floor. I knew what she wanted, and I knew it was pointless for me to argue. I just kneeled on the floor between Princess and Heather.

Heather looked at me with a look mixed with superiority and contempt and stated flatly, “I guess Princess was right, this certainly was a show worth seeing. You see, I was just consumed with curiosity the bursa anal yapan escort other day when that red-headed girl came and delivered that note to you. I could tell there was something highly unusual going on. And yes I admit, I thought it might give me a chance to get back at you. You walk around the office like you’re the queen, and treating everyone else like shit.”

“But anyway, to continue,” Heather said. “I just had to find out what was going on, so I followed the red-headed girl. I was quite surprised when she pulled up to a place like this. I followed her inside and asked what the story was. That’s when she introduced me to your friend Princess.”

“Princess told me to show up around midnight on Friday, that the show would be worth my while. God was she right; I never knew you were such a slut. But the best part is, Princess and I had such a good conversation, we’re actually becoming good friends. It may even lead to more than that,” she said winking at Princess. “And Princess has kindly agreed to let me have you during the week. At work you’ll be my property.”

I began to open my mouth in protest, but Heather quickly shushed me, “Shut up, you know you can’t do anything about it, and besides from the look of your little act tonight, I can tell that you love it. So let me tell you how things are going to work from now on.”

“You’re going to go into work on Monday, and explain to our boss, that the pressure of your job is getting to be too much for you. Explain to him, that you and I have decided to switch jobs, and paychecks of course. Tell him that you’re willing to work as many extra hours as necessary for free to train me. Of course, you’ll be my bitch in the office; you’ll do what ever I say whenever I say it.”

Princess chimed in at this point, “Yes Cheryl, in addition to everything else, I taped your little act tonight. You think you’ll keep your family and your job after they see that? One more thing, you’re mine on the weekend. I found out you can be an excellent earner. Do you know that you brought in almost 1,000 bucks from that little show? Between that, and all of the ‘side jobs’ I can find you, I’ll really be able to cut back my hours in this dump. But don’t worry Cheryl, it won’t be all work, every now and then, we’ll let you have a taste of our sweet pussies, when you’re a good girl.”

Kneeling there, listening to this shocking lecture, I was even more shocked to discover, that I had begun to rub myself as Princess and Heather were talking. I knew my life would now change forever, and my final thought before I once again burst into an orgasm was, that it was changing for the better.

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Moments of Life Spent in Limbo

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The flight from Amsterdam touched down in Willemstad right on time. A glance out of the window, as the aircraft banked into its final approach, lifting and settling in the thermals, had allowed Willem to catch a glimpse of the runway that was fringed by the glittering waters of the Caribbean sea; the terminal buildings, in a soft ochre paintwork, with their pitched roofs and palm-fringed walkways, looking more like a shopping mall than Curacao’s main entry point for air travellers.

He found it a stunning sight and he sure needed to be here; to suspend all links with his shattered life back home; a wrecked marriage and the defection of his two daughter’s affection and loyalty; traduced by his ex-wife who had put out the word that he had abused them; accusations it was hard to fight against, in spite of incontrovertible evidence that it had not been so.

But, the legal process, and some drips of news into the press, had done its work and he had now to pick up the pieces and start over. At least he had kept a hold of his job; the Principal and other staff members of the Technical College providing all the evidence needed to convince a court that he was innocent of all charges, save that of being a stickler in the family home for good manners, hard work for school and college, and the adherence to some core principles founded on his lapsed Christian faith. What he had presided over in college, so he brought to his home and family life.

In the words of some of his friends, he had been accused of being a ‘diligent parent’, in a world that some felt was falling apart all around them. Right and wrong had different meanings to those he had been brought up to believe in and adhere to.

‘How easy it would be to be a cynical bastard,’ he thought as he tugged at his hand luggage and joined the line as they made their way to the exit door of the aircraft.

His six weeks holiday on this island could now begin; along with the task of restoring himself and attending to the tasks that his cousin, Anna, had set for him. He had been only too willing to take them on for her.

After all, he was a craftsman in his own right, in carpentry. The materials he might get to work with would be different, but the skills he had acquired, over some twenty years of his career, went with him, wherever he chose to go.

Cousin Anna would be waiting, and then all bets would be off on what would be encountered. She had been known to have her preferences in men; a taste that had caused a few ripples in the wider family and that she had taken no notice of; save that, in the end, she had moved here and taken all her possessions with her; found a hillside plot of land and built herself a new home. Who she now shared that with remained a surprise, after all that had gone before.

But he was not the judgmental sort. He was here to finish off the detailing and, in the process, would take each, and every, day just as it came. Travelling light was nothing new. As a man close on forty, taking his emotional baggage with him was something else entirely. He’d married young; became a father far too quickly; had the rest of his life to sort out and then begin again with someone, sometime and somehow.

The heat that hit him, even in the terminal building, soon reminded him that a change of scene was just what he needed. There would also be company of a different sort and mind set; all of it to be welcomed and, he could easily admit, keenly anticipated.

‘Yes, Willem de Vries, you’re ready to start again.’

 

2

‘Willem, over here!’ he heard an unfamiliar voice call out as he passed through the opening in a frosted glass screen and out into the echoing arrivals hall.

He looked in startled amazement as a beautiful, local girl with a sublimely smooth skin, starkly rouged lips and a shock of dark hair, approached him; her swirling, colourful dress a delight; the soft jangle of a multitude of silver and beaded bracelets on her wrists. Stud earrings glistened whenever she moved, and the sunlight caught them.

‘Eline?’

‘Yes, I am Eline,’ she soon told him, on a captivating laugh, and holding out her hand.

‘Oh, why bother with that?’ She moved to kiss his cheeks in the usual ways of greeting family, and that he was only too accustomed to. Gone was the formality of a first meeting between them. ‘Anna’s told me all about you…but left out that you’re a good-looking man…’

‘Yeah…well,’ he said in some embarrassment on hearing her say it straight out. ‘And I’ve heard something of you,’ he assured her.

Willem shifted his case from one hand to the other. The light beyond the hall was blindingly bright and he soon put on his sunglasses, with their round reflective lenses. He made to step outside but felt her restraining touch to his arm and stopped, oblivious to people brushing past. Eline had gotten to him.

‘It’s…it’s incredible,’ she gasped, on giving him an unwavering and appraising glance

. gorukle escort ‘You…you look just like a young John Lennon, with those glasses on.’

Willem gave her another embarrassed shrug. ‘It’s been said before, Eline…even down to the light brown colour of my hair, as he once had it…so I’m told. Mine’s a little longer, that’s all.’

She smiled, beautifully, her teeth bright against the colour of her lips and her dark skin. It had already captivated him for the sheer novelty of being in the young woman’s company and talking so easily with her. They walked on.

‘But it’s true! Your hair, your slim face and now, those sunglasses…it is as if I am walking with him.’

Willem did not know whether to be flattered, or feel embarrassed, by her enthusiastic ways of it with him and on such a short acquaintance. He felt that his grip on reality might be loosened in this woman’s company, were it not for the fact that she was spoken for.

‘Where is Anna?’ he asked, changing the subject to what was of greater immediate concern to him.

‘She’s sorry not to be here, but the heat and the humidity affect her sometimes, even with the air conditioning we often have on in the house…but you’ll see all of that very soon now.’ She took hold of his arm and guided him to the car parking lot. ‘Anna’s waiting for us with a welcome drink and lots to catch up on…so I am told. Anyway, you will hear of it all when we get home.’

Accented as her melodious voice was, and her Dutch good, he was disconcerted to hear her call Anna’s place ‘home’. Their relationship would be something that he would get to hear about; or else deduce it from how Eline and Anna were together, even in his presence.

For now, he had to take it all in.

Anna’s past lovers, and a husband dead some years, had all been of Dutch colonial descent; they had been men of a particular presence and appeal to her; a vital element in what many thought to be Anna’s wayward lifestyle. Her choice of company had evidently changed, but he wondered if this was but another passing phase in her exotic love life.

Now, it was abundantly clear, she had taken an undoubtedly beautiful Curaçao woman as her lover and partner. He knew better than to try and keep up with it all, and this development in particular. He would, no doubt, learn how the wheels turned in Anna’s life soon enough.

 

3

Willem gaped as Eline drew up outside Anna’s home. On the plot of ground that he had seen pictures of, long ago and where a partially completed villa had stood without a roof, there now was to be seen a white-washed property with a terracotta-tiled roof, shaded by small palms and surrounded by local plants and shrubs; a slabbed path leading up to a welcoming front door, set back under a yet to be completed recessed porch.

It would be one of his first tasks to deal with, Anna had said, after he had really settled in. He had not pursued what she had meant by stressing that one word.

Anna now rushed out to greet him, her face creased in smiles, her laugh high on the air, necklaces swaying at her breasts. The woman really did not change. There it was again; the wildness in her character, the impulse to break life’s rules that struck him even more strongly in the surroundings that he now found himself to be in.

‘At last, you’re here, Willem…dear…dear cousin!’ She kissed his cheeks, met his appraising glances that would show her lightly tanned skin, her blonde hair almost white from its bleaching by the sun, her strikingly blue eyes taking in every detail of him. She wore tan shorts and a sleeveless yellow blouse that hugged her pert figure. Sandals lent her feet an easy grace. ‘You are only the second member of our family to visit me here…but I’ve looked forward to yours the most.’

For a woman ten years his senior, Willem thought that her life out here in the sun had treated Anna very kindly. She looked radiant and happy.

Anna waited for him to take his suitcase from the trunk of the car. She saw him glance her way as she stood close to Eline’s side, a hand around her waist if only for a moment.

‘It is how it is now, cousin,’ she told him in her direct ways of it, and of old, on seeing Willem’s pouted smile as he took in the scene before him.

‘I’m really not in a position to say anything on it,’ he said as if needing to reassure her, ‘after all I’ve been through.’

Anna pressed fingers to his lips to silence him. ‘You’re here to be mended and to help me too, isn’t that so Eline?’

‘Yes,’ she smiled at Willem. ‘The three of us will make your stay work for all of us. Now leave all of those troubles behind you…look forward!’

Willem saw the two women smile, as if they only had eyes for each other, before Anna led the way inside. ‘It’s as if you’ve bought your little part of paradise, Anna…’

‘They’re my thought exactly…what Luc and I decided on and slowly paid for until he was lost to me.’ It seemed to Willem that Anna wished altıparmak eskort bayan for the confessions to be out of the way quickly. ‘I changed after that…found comfort with someone you now see here by my side. The years changed me, as did the things that happened in those times to make me think of what I had and wanted to keep. I decided on how to live out my life and to do that here. You will soon see how free it is here on the island…uncluttered and unbounded. People are allowed to be who they are. Think of your life back home as being in limbo…’

Willem held a hand out to her. Anna clutched it as he drew her to his side. He met her uncertain look upon him after her confession had sunk in. ‘I’m already persuaded to that…’

To his dismay she kissed him, uninhibitedly on the lips then broke away. ‘Good… live it all out and with me…with us.’

Willem chuckled. Just what awaited him here on the island and with these two women?

‘Your home in Blue Bay looks stunning and I haven’t been here long enough to even begin to know it all. You’re happy, so we don’t talk about what has brought you to this point, okay? You live on and I mend myself. That was the arrangement and I’ll live the way you two do while I am here.’ Willem squeezed her hand again as if to make her concede on that point. ‘Do we agree on that?’

‘We do,’ she smiled and leant in to kiss his cheek this time. ‘I’ll show you to your room and you can unwind, a bit, while Eline and I sort out a welcome drink or two…’

‘I like the sound of that.’

 

4

Washed, and shaved, just to freshen up, Willem simply put on some swimming briefs, blue shorts, a white T and white beach shoes. He fingered out his hair and left it at that.

His room, with its own shower room and toilet, was a white out; the walls decorated with brightly coloured abstract paintings, the small dresser having a potted palm at its side; the tall sliding window looking out over the sloping hillside and the sea beyond. Oblong windows, set at the ceiling’s edge allowed light to still enter, if curtains and blinds were drawn for privacy. It felt as if he had been transported to another world.

He soon knew that he had, when he saw the two women together again, unashamedly intimate and unaware that he had come into the living room area.

‘Ah, there you are,’ Anna smiled and drawing away, murmuring something to Eline, who nodded and left them. ‘I’ll show you round outside…show you where I have put some of the materials you asked for…’

‘And what about the tools that I’ll need?’

‘They’re on call, Willem. I wasn’t going to pay a day rate when there was no knowing when you’d want to start. Line and I thought you’d want to relax…and…and we’ll help you with that,’

Willem nodded in agreement; wondered what these two had in store for him. He’d known Anna long enough to know that family bonds also had their limits.

‘Ever the organised one,’ he smiled, stepping out to the edge of the slabbed verandah and looking down the hillside, its gradient steepening the further away he looked. The ground before him was cloaked in dense but dry vegetation.

Stunted palms and a tangle of shrubs, thickets, and plants were close to the edge of the verandah, the grass, such as it was stunted and parched. It would all change in almost the blink of an eye after a rainstorm.

‘I’ve always been that, but even more so in getting this place fixed up…’ Anna swept an arm around to point out the view and the setting of the house, the back walls painted an azure blue and in stark contrast with the front that he had first seen. It matched other properties on either side, as the authorities demanded. ‘The small plunge pool was an expense, but worth it…’

‘You’ve done incredibly well. It’s a credit to you…’ Willem had walked to its slabbed side and crouched to feel the water’s temperature.

‘Try it!’ he heard a voice suggest and gasped on seeing Eline approach; an azure bikini stark against her ebony skin. She was carrying a tray, the clink of empty glasses to be heard, and a jug of some fruit cup, alcoholic he had no doubt, also to be seen. But it was Eline who had held his attention. ‘Try it…we should all do that…call it a ‘settling in moment’, or in my case a ‘getting to know you’ time.’

Willem was disconcerted by her winning ways, gloried in her large-breasted figure, and the sweep of her flat stomach down to her skimpy bikini briefs a provocation. Her dusky skinned body was only to be matched by her soft wondering smile.

He saw the women exchange a knowing glance once more.

‘That sounds like a great idea.’ Anna agreed. ‘You don’t mind do you, Willem? We can take turns in the plunge pool and have our drinks right here, outside?’

Willem shrugged as if indifferent o what he had been told. He felt an interloper as the two women behaved as they seemed to do when on their own.

‘I’ll watch and learn,’ he grinned, nilüfer eskort bayan turning his face up to the sun. ‘I feel like a bleached piece of whale bone washed up on the beach compared to you two…’

He was seen to tug off his T shirt, revealing a line of reddish hair over his strong but pale torso and down under the waist band of his shorts. The stress of recent times had taken its toll on his physique. Cycling to work, and for distraction, along with the frequent physical demands of his teacher’s life, had firmed up his body.

Anna came to him and brushed her fingers lightly over his skin in a brazen gesture of attentiveness.

‘It will feel strange being here, I know. But it will give you a different take on life. I’ve done that for many years, and I haven’t done too badly because of it, have I? Let go of everything and have your inner spirit fly free again…and as I remember of you.’

She had smiled and tilted her head in enquiry, sought to prompt him into letting her get an insight of what was now at work in him.

If he was of that mind, he could soon tell her. Two women were about to be scantily clad in front of him and he would have to do the same, but how far to go with that had yet to be decided on, by him. He wasn’t about to confound everything that he’d used to defend himself in court, no matter how beguiling the sight of one woman, Eline, would be. She had shown her preference in being with Anna, but of that he could not be entirely sure. Disconcertingly, the same went for Anna.

To have a cousin prance about, with next to nothing on, before him was a step too far, for now at any rate. Yes, it did feel strange, but for reasons he would keep to himself. Having people prying into his private life back home had obliged him to live an all but monkish life, and he sure as hell hadn’t been ready for that, then. But, he had gotten through to the other side.

As with so much else, he had to rebuild his private life and who he would again share that with. He saw Anna move away, brush her fingers against Eline’s hip before she tugged away at her blouse and soon stepped out of her shorts.

He stifled groan…on seeing them both so scantily clad and so soon. He felt the sudden gnaw of aberrant longing for these women as they stood together and looked his way; Eline in her figure-shaping bikini, with the sheer cut of what was little more than a thong; Anna in a flesh-coloured bra and panties that she had no intention, it seemed, of changing out of. It would have been only too easy to let go of everything in these relaxed surroundings, but Anna had kept her figure; softer now but still fulsome and appealing to the man in him, cousin or not. She moved with balletic grace, revealed the dancer that she had once been as a favoured pastime.

That she was family, remote as the link was, he pushed to the back of his mind. Willem wondered if he should harbour such thoughts of her.

Eline gave him a long look. ‘Well, are you going to join us? Or are you just going to watch us having a dip?’

‘You could get used to our ways of it?’ Anna added on a smile of further encouragement. ‘What I have made here is only too private.’

Willem knew it well-enough. He had already taken in the gentle curve of the screen walls Anna had someone set on either side of the plunge pool. They did not block the best of the views and they certainly shut out the gaze of prying eyes.

‘I’d be stupid if I didn’t…and spoil the welcome,’ he laughed, as much in dismay as in eager anticipation. He had begun to feel an ache in his groin; felt his prick strain against his swimming briefs. He knew he’d bring enough to them and the way he felt it wouldn’t be long before they knew the effect they had upon him.

He soon stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his shoes.

‘That’s better,’ Eline smiled, drawing near and holding out a glass. ‘It’s a rum punch…so go easy on it after a long flight. Don’t get wrecked too soon, will you? We can’t have that…’

‘Or not just yet,’ he answered, quite unable to keep his eyes off her.

‘That is so…’

Willem swallowed hard. He was confused. The wondrous young woman’s eyes had begun to roam over his body. The bulge in his swimming briefs, with their tropical motif, gave a hint of how he was now feeling. Fatigue from his flight vied with his eagerness to discover what the two women had in mind for them all.

‘I’ll live and learn, won’t I?’ he laughed, before looking away. Willem now felt a feather light touch to the skin of his back. ‘Don’t…I’m just not sure that I’m ready for all of this…’ he blurted out.

‘It’s only me,’ Anna told him, softly, and on meeting his startled gaze. He’d once had a thing for her. To now feel Anna’s touch, here and in the prevailing circumstances, only brought those memories flooding back. ‘I asked you to be here because, when I called you to suggest it, I didn’t hear the voice of the happy man I once knew or saw when we were both so much younger. People can wreck each other…they can also mend each other.’

‘And the way to do that is…what?’ He had felt her breaths on his face as Anna spoke to him; a hand caressing his back, scratched lightly at the base of his spine. He felt the rush of a raging longing in his belly as he looked at her.

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It was a sunny late Monday morning. I was sitting in my boat wondering if I should take the boat out or just save the fuel and drink at the dock. I have an antique wooden cabin cruiser, only 19 ft. long with a 90 hp outboard engine and only four places in the cockpit. I call it my pop up camper on the water.

As I considered the lack of Irish whiskey in my morning coffee, I noticed a female figure walking down the dock toward me. She had to be coming to see me since there wasn’t a breath of life among any of the boats docked nearby.

As she got closer, I recognized Summer. She had been in several of my graphics arts classes, as I had gone back to school to get my MFA in art.

Summer was one of the ‘Cotillion Trio’ three girls that fucked me the night of their spring cotillion dance. That’s an entirely different story. (See Prequel.)

I’m about 5’10”, dark blonde, blue eyes, 32 years old. I work out. The Trio says I’m “not bad for an old guy.”

She was wearing a tiny black bikini with a sheer wrap over her. She had a picnic basket over one arm and a hand holding a big floppy hat on her blonde head.

She stopped at the step into my boat. “Ahoy! Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?” she asked.

“Only if you don’t see anyone aboard,” I replied. “Otherwise, you say ‘Permission to come aboard?’ I said.

“Okay, Permission to come aboard?” she asked.

“Permission granted,” and I helped her step aboard.

“To what do I owe this gracious visit?” I asked.

“Well, I knew you had a boat. You’ve talked about it in class. And I thought I could convince you to take me for a boat ride,” she answered. “I’ve brought cheese and crackers…and wine.”

“How did you get wine?” I asked.

“I’ll have you know, I turned 21 three weeks ago…So I didn’t have to use my fake ID,” she answered.

“Summer, I would be happy to take you for a boat ride. But are you sure it would be your thing? We’ll be out in the full sun. You are blonder than blonde. Your skin tone registers at 100% white on a histogram. You’ll burn to a crisp,” I said.

“No, I’ve thought about this. I have my big floppy hat and my sunscreen cover up. And just to be sure, I rubbed SPF 90% cream all over my body – before I got dressed – all over my body,” she responded.

I smiled at her. For a girl with slim hips and not much in the way of tits, she looked really good in a bikini. And of course, I had seen her completely nude before and had the wonderful experience of her after the dance.

“Okay. Let’s go for a boat ride,” I said.

I cast off the lines and headed out to the wide river. I was proud of the new Suzuki 90 HP, four-stroke outboard that I had bought over the winter. It powered us up on plane in no time and was quiet enough for us to talk, even though we didn’t at first.

After a few minutes, Summer took off her sun-protecting wrap but kept on the big floppy hat. “If I actually get some color from the sun, I don’t want weird tan lines on my chest. Do you care if I take my top off?” she asked.

“Fine with me,” I said. “I’ll try not to stare.”

“If a girl takes her top off in front of a guy, she’s kind of expecting him to look at her tits,” Summer replied as she undid her top and tossed it on the floor. “Besides, I get the feeling that you really like small tits. Logan said you were really into hers.”

I looked at Summer and her tits. They were small, as I knew from before, AA cup I guess, but perfect for her slim build and boyish figure. Her nipples weren’t brown like most women, but almost blonde like her straight, shoulder-length hair.

“You’re right, I am a great fan of small breasts. Logan has beautiful tits,” I replied. The girls were friends and obviously talked, and I had fucked Logan the week before.

“Hers are bigger than mine, not big, but a lot bigger than mine. I like the way they stand out from her chest. Logan definitely has great tits,” Summer said.

“Yes, but they suit her without being too big, like yours suit escort bayan you. Both of you have beautiful tits. I’ll never understand the American male fascination with huge tits. Big, floppy tits aren’t sexy. They are kind of disgusting. Smaller tits that fit the woman are incredibly sexy,” I said.

“Good answer,” Summer replied. “I really like Logan’s tits as well. They stand up tall and proud. Her nipples are divine. She’s really a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, I forgot, ‘Cookies and Pussies,’ how did that go? Is that kind of a thing?” I asked.

“Don’t tell Logan, but it was something I made up because I wanted to have sex with her. I passed it off as if it was a thing. When she came in, I was stripped down to my panties, bare chested, and told her she had to do the same, so she did. I really just wanted to look at her beautiful tits. So, topless and just in panties, we mixed up the cookie dough, made up the cookies and put them in the oven. While the cookies baked, we kissed and made out. We played with one another’s tits. I was rubbing her pussy through her panties when the bell rang for the cookies to be done.”

I looked over at Summer who was leaning back in my copilot’s seat, feet up on the combing, bare-chested, telling me about a sexual encounter she had with a girl I had had sex with just a couple of weeks ago. Life is amazing. “Tell me more.”

“Well, we put the cookies on the cooling racks. Then I suggested we go into the living room. It didn’t take me long to be sucking on Logan’s wonderful nipples and fingering her wet pussy. Somehow, our panties came off. I licked her clit and fingered her until she came. Then I spread her legs wide and pushed my pussy against hers. Lesbians call it scissoring. It’s great.”

“I think I have a vivid mental image,” I replied.

“It’s really cool if you do it right. Our wet pussy lips rub against one another, then we slide clit to clit. I think Logan came about three times. Once we calmed down, Logan went after my tits and then went down on me. It was really good. In the end, she tried to pussy fuck me. It was okay, but it was her first time. I still came,” Summer shrugged.

“So, you’re bi-sexual? I mean, you had sex with me, and you have a boyfriend,” I asked.

“I don’t think so. I couldn’t have a romantic relationship with another girl. Girls are too moody and unpredictable. I like sex with girls. Tits and pussies are really pretty and intriguing. And finger-fucking is really fun. But it’s hard to beat a hard cock up your twat. Just saying. And guys are really simple – eat, sports, fuck. Unless you get a crazy one, they don’t have moods or side agendas. If I had to choose, I’d choose cock. But so far, I haven’t had to choose.”

“Well, I’m sure not going to make you choose. Hell, I’d love to watch you and Logan having sex, even participate,” I replied.

“That might be arranged,” Summer replied with a wink. “A threesome would be fun.”

I kicked the boat down to idle and suggested we get into the wine and cheese. She brought out the basket and we feasted. We talked about anything and everything. I feasted on looking at her bare tits with their semi-hard nipples.

Once the meal was finished, Summer stashed the picnic basket and stretched out on the back bench of the boat. “I think it’s time to put on some more sun screen,” she said.

Considering that not much of her tiny body was covered and she was completely white, it was a good idea. She started at her feet and worked her way up. I had no idea how sexy it was to watch a woman spread lotion on herself. But believe me, it is incredibly sexy. By the time she got to her thighs, I had an erection. When she got to her hips, she said, “I don’t want weird lines by my pussy either,” and undid the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms. She was now completely nude and rubbing lotion on her hips and around her pubic area. “I’d hate for my pussy lips to get sunburned,” she said.

“That would be bad,” I replied, watching the show.

She altıparmak escort bayan worked her way up her torso, finally arriving at her tits. She rubbed lotion into them rather more emphatically than was probably necessary, concentrating on her nipples, now fully distended. “Don’t want the nips to burn either,” She said.

“No,” was all could muster. There was no more blood in my brain.

Finally, she handed me the tube of sunscreen. “Could you do my back…and my ass?”

I still had no intelligent response, but I took the tube and began to rub sunscreen into her back. It was a beautiful back. It lead down to a somewhat skinny ass, but that’s what I like. I rubbed and kneaded her small ass, just to make sure the sunscreen was covering everything, of course.

Summer was bent over the rear combing of the back bench while I rubbed lotion onto her ass. Her protruding pussy lips were obvious just below her ass cheeks. I couldn’t resist a few strokes and was rewarded with a satisfied “Um.” I dropped my swim trunks and started to rub my hard cock up and down her wet slit from behind.

“God, I thought you’d never get the hint. It’s wet and waiting for you,” she said.

At that point, I slid my hard cock up between her pussy lips and entered her from behind. In no time I was pounding into her pussy and she was responding in kind, driving her pussy back onto my cock as hard as she could.

I reached under and fondled her tiny tits as she rocked back and forth against my cock. The only thing missing was that I couldn’t see those tiny tits jiggle as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

I could feel the boat rocking with our movements. It felt so good to have my dick up inside her wet pussy. It seemed like we were fucking for a long time but it could only have been a few minutes when Summer shouted.

“That is so fucking good! Pound me as hard as you can! Drive that cock deep inside me! I want to feel you in my tummy. Oh shit! I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Fill me up. Make me cum!”

Her pussy started to throb on my cock. It took everything I had to hold back. But I wanted more of this.

As her breathing slowed, Summer rolled over and lay on her back on the padded bench, one foot up and the other on the floor. Her swollen pussy lips were wet and open.

“Geez, that was good,” she said. Only then did she look at me standing beside her with my still-hard cock glistening with her juices. “Holy shit, you didn’t cum. Oh, we’ve got to change that,” and she reached down and spread her pussy lips.

I put the head of my cock between those lips and slowly eased into her until our pubic bones touched. “Ooooh, that was sweet. Sometimes slow is good.” Keeping buried in her pussy, I began to rock my hips up and down. That elicited a moan. Then I slowly pulled almost all the way out, followed by a quick thrust all the way back in. That brought a squeal.

Gradually, our intensity and our speed increased. Summer threw a leg over my shoulder and answered each thrust with one of her own. We were making all kinds of animal noises and the boat was rocking again, sending small waves across the water.

I kneaded her beautiful small tits and I tweaked her nipples. Summer’s small body was completely open to me and she was completely enjoying it. I felt as if I could fuck her forever.

Finally, I was really close to climax when she shouted, “If you don’t cum inside me right now, I think I’ll die!” With that my cock exploded deep inside her, filling her with throb after throb of cum. And I felt her orgasm roll through her as mine subsided. I kept my dick pushed up inside her as long as I could. When it finally slipped out of her pussy, she said, “Now that was a really good fuck.”

Eventually, we ended up sitting side by side on the rear bench, with Summer’s leg draped over mine, her arm across my shoulders, still without clothes. We kissed deeply and just enjoyed one another.

“You know that we nilüfer eskort have fucked like three times now, but that is the first time we have kissed,” she said.

“I guess we have had other priorities,” was my response.

“You know, I could get really used to fucking you on a regular basis. My pussy really likes having your cock drilled into her. And you really try to satisfy me. You are not just a ‘poke and squirt’ kind of guy. And your technique is beyond amazing. I seriously love fucking you,” she said.

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked.

“He’s a year older and graduated. He got a job offer in Chicago and is moving next week. He got all sappy and lovey-dovey and asked me to move with him. But, I want to finish my degree. And frankly, he wasn’t a forever kind of guy. Maybe for some other girl, but not for me,” she answered.

“But I’m not really boyfriend material,” I said. “After all, in the last six weeks, I have fucked four different women, you included. It doesn’t really indicate fidelity on my part.”

“I’m not looking for a monogamous relationship. I might point out that I have fucked two of those women in that same amount of time and have every intention of fucking the other one as soon as I can. Logan is a great fuck, and I know she will fuck me again. Erin and I have had sex off and on for years. And I seriously want to lick Paige’s pussy. I may happen across a guy I’d like to fuck, although he probably wouldn’t be as good as you. So I am not exactly looking for an exclusive relationship. But I sure want access to regular cock. I want a guy I can call up and say, ‘I’m really horney and my pussy wants a good pounding. Bring your hard dick.’ And besides, I really like the way you fuck me. I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for sex; hot, raw, sex,” she answered.

“Okay, that sounds good to me. I absolutely adore your tits,” I said as I reached over and began to massage them one after the other. “Your tits are the sexiest I have ever seen. And you are just fucking sexy. Your body just responds to mine. And your pussy is absolutely beautiful. The lips are full and your clit is not hard to find,” I said as I reached down and began to stroke her pussy. “You shave, but don’t show stubble. Why do you shave your pussy?” I asked.

“I just wanted to know what my pussy actually looked like. So, I shaved it and looked at it in a mirror. I decided it was really pretty. Then I started to let the hair grow back in. But it itched so much I couldn’t stand it. So I shaved it again. Then I discovered that shaving turned me on. So I masturbate every time I shave. I’m selfish. I take sex any way I can get it,” Summer explained. “And I have a really pretty pussy.”

“Your very beautiful pussy is leaking,” I pointed out.

“That’s your fault. That’s your jizz leaking out. I sincerely hope that continues to be a problem,” she said.

“Me too,” I said. “But I must point out that Paige has made it clear that she wants to fuck me again, Logan too,” I told her in an effort for full disclosure.

“Paige is the one I haven’t fucked yet. Maybe we can do her together. That would be fun. Oh, Logan has a ’50 Shades of Gray’ fantasy that she wants to fulfill. I suggested that you and I could help. You and I both want more of that pussy and those delicious tits. It would be really fun. I want to fuck you regularly, but I want to fuck girls, too. And If I find a guy with a good cock, I might fuck him too. I don’t want my regular cock to get jealous.”

“That sounds great,” I responded. “I want to fuck all those girls again, and to fuck you regularly. Your tiny body is incredible. Your pussy is so wet and inviting. And you have the best tits ever.”

“I’m glad you like my little girls. They love it when you suck on them. Hopefully, by the next time you fuck Paige, I will have fucked her as well. Maybe you could suggest something with the three of us. I know she does girl sex since she’s fucked Logan. It would be fun. It would be amazing to have you pound my pussy while I licked Paige’s cunt,” she suggested.

“I’ll do what I can,” I answered.

“Oh, look, your cock is hard again. Let’s fuck more,” Summer said. With that, she straddled me and pushed my hard cock into her waiting pussy.

This was going to be an interesting summer.

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Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn’t get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you’d think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on festive joy when he’d begun work that afternoon; the inate despair of his surroundings was sapping what was left.

Distraction strolled into view from one of the aisles – a Santa-suited piece of eye-candy which stirred him from his funk in a way that his crime novel had thus far failed to do. Strawberry-blonde hair spilled from under her jauntily-balanced, fur-trimmed hat and her similarly fringed scarlet costume was fitted to draw double-takes from good and bad boys alike. Shane’s brain made a tracking-shot of her progress along the New Releases section; she walked so daintily in those little black ankle-boots and how her stocking seams traced the supple curves of her legs all the way up to that brief shock of suspender-crossed thigh – oh Baby Jesus… Then her eyes flicked suddenly his direction and he assumed nonchalance just a little too late.

“Mind on the job, stud. Quit checkin’ out Santa’s Little Helper.” Arlo’s sledgehammer quips were always overtly loud when there was a chance of applying a little humiliation. The Santa-girl glanced over again as Shane’s rumpled boss sloped from the back room, rubbing his bleary, ill-shaved face with one hand. He picked up the discarded novel and glanced at the cover dismissively. “Ehhh – am I running a bookstore here?”

“Sorry?” Shane felt more perplexed than usual by his employer’s sour demeanour. He supposed it was a Christmas thing.

“You’re working in DVD rental.” The over-emphasis on the final words as though addressing a child. “Try and keep a little focus on the job in hand. Look as though you give a shit and maybe I’ll employ your ass into the New Year.”

Shane’s mind swam with choice epithets on the wisdom of maintaining an independent DVD store in this age of on-line rental, not to mention what the hell he was supposed to focus on that customer-lite Christmas Eve, but as ever he shared none of his thoughts. He needed this dubious posting to fund his studies until he made some – any – other arrangement. “Yes boss,” he said, rapping his knuckles decisively on the counter with minimum betrayal of sarcasm. “Consider my act sharpened up.”

Arlo eyed him critically. “Yeah. Well. Good.” He began to struggle his ungainly form into a bulky winter coat. “I’ve gotta go out. You’re minding the place the rest of the day. And locking up.”

Shane was taken aback. “I’m – eh – supposed to be finishing at six…” He stared at his boss in a semi-daze. There were still family gifts to be bought. “We had an agreement…”

“Plans change. The other guy bailed. And I’ve got stuff needs doing.” Like festive binge-drinking before he dragged his sorry ass home to his God-forsaken wife, thought Shane. “You want this job or not?” he was challenged.

“Yeah yeah, you go,” Shane muttered in resignation to his fate, rather than the job. “I’ll cover it.”

“I mean it’s not like you’ve got a girlfriend to worry about these days,” Arlo said casually and loudly, as he raised the partition and made for the shop-front door. He paused there to deliver a final parting shot. “Hey, she did you a favour. One less gift to worry about, right?” And the door slammed.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas too, you dumb bastard. Shane was smarting from the unprovoked volley. He did not dare look up in case he caught Miss Claus’s eye again. Bad luck that Arlo had overheard his recent conversation with another clerk on the subject of Shelley. I wasn’t dumped, he might have protested, not as such. But the truth did not provide greater comfort. He could have followed his ex to the UK as she pursued her studies, she had said she wanted him to, but there was his creative writing course there in New York – his chance to redeem his college-dropout ass. They’d both made their tough choice.

Or in his case had it been an excuse? Couldn’t he have found himself a similar course amongst the Limeys? Was he just too shy of commitment or the unknown or just shaking up his life a bit? Shelley had suggested as such. The warmth of her hug at the airport had just impressed salt into the wound her skepticism had opened. And now she was three thousand miles off, dating some guy in London. Merry Christmas, buddy-boy, Merry fucking…

“Hey.”

“Oh – Hi, sorry.” He had been staring down as though absorbed in the computer screen, to the extent that he had not noticed the vision in red hovering before the counter. “Off in my own world.”

“That’s okay. Anywhere nice?” Santa-girl smiled openly, unassumingly, and görükle escort bayan it lit up her already pretty features – the neat, straight little nose, high cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes and crimson-painted lips all gloriously enhanced by what moderate attention she appeared to be showing him. His response had to fight its way from his mouth.

“Yyyeah, a real – festive funland.” He smiled ruefully, aware that she would have heard Arlo’s every disdainful word to him. “It’s called retail. Feels like I’m the only one not joining in the celebrations.” He glanced tactfully over her low-cut, high-hitched St Nick costume.

“Hello,” she said in cheery exasperation, and she flicked her hands upwards into a check-this-out pose. “This isn’t my normal party-wear, you know!” The move had the effect of ramping up her satin-bra-ed cleavage impressively. Her apple-round tits were trimmed with ermine; it made Shane feel seasonal for the first time that December. “I’ve been handing out nightclub flyers all day,” she informed him. “My butt’s frozen off!” She gave a demonstrative shiver as she handed over her rental DVD cover and her petite frame, clad in red satin, shimmied delightfully. “And I’ve still got another batch to get through. What you reading?”

“Oh…” Fetching the DVD insert, he felt her degree of interest in him a minor Christmas miracle. “Crime story, LA Confidential. By James Elroy. Y’know, sex, murder, police brutality. ‘Tis the season to be jolly…”

“Yeah, right, very Christmassy,” she grinned. “Whatever happened to The Grinch?”

“I am the Grinch this year,” he smiled back wryly, handing over the packaged disc. “Hey, the murders and police brutality happen at Christmas, that any good?”

“Sure, that’s okay then,” she smirked, handing over payment. “Hey, I read a Raymond Chandler book once. Had a teacher who was into that stuff. I liked it. I kind of wanted to be a femme fatale.”

“Really? ‘She walked into the room in a Santa suit and I could tell she was trouble’, that kind of thing?” Wow, she was giggling in response. Shane actually felt on a roll here – what were the odds of that?

“Something like that,” she said a touch slyly.

“Well we’ve got the movie of this over in Crime Classics,” Shane advised her, holding up the Elroy. “It’s got a great femme fatale. And your boyfriend might prefer it to PS I Love You.” He cringed severely inside as he said the last bit; he always hated crowbarring in those cheesy test-the-water references. But sometimes you just had to, never more so than on the brink of a joy-free holiday.

“He would have,” she replied with a tinge of melancholy, and her smile faded. She turned to leave, pausing just slightly to check his name badge. “Gotta go. You have a Merry Christmas, Shane the Grinch. Bye.” She flashed a smile like a beautiful glimpse of winter sunshine and made for the door.

Shane grasped for some last conversational straw. “Hope you find someone to guide your sleigh tonight!” She turned at the door, gave a brief giggle and was gone. The skin on his face tightened in a mask of embarrassment and his hands balled into fists of mortification. He’d been doing okay, the Bogart bit had felt almost inspired. And then… Hope you find someone to…. What the fuck was I… “Damn!” One fist jammed hard into the countertop. Which hurt. “Shit! Ow!” He sucked on his grazed knuckle. The only minor consolation was that Arlo hadn’t been witness to his final Yuletide humiliation.

********************

Vanessa was warming her hands around a marshmallow-heavy hot chocolate, when Sammy returned to the coffee shop. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah…” Sammy was brandishing the DVD rom-com, triumphantly it seemed; however it turned out she had other matters on her mind. “Vee, I’ve found someone…”

“One more hour of these damn leaflets in this damn cold, then it’s my place – roaring fire, sappy movie and lots of Cointreau.” Vanessa was already basking in the anticipated warmth of both fire and liqueur. The turbulent waves of her red hair had been set free from Santa-hat captivity and she obviously resented these locks’ imminent return to incarceration. “And no family to worry about till tomorrow morning.”

“Vee, listen to me.” Sammy dropped eagerly into the seat opposite her friend. “I’ve found someone, just stumbled on him. He’s a clerk in the DVD store, he’s perfect…”

“Sammy, what are you talking about?” Vanessa was irritated at having her reverie interrupted. “Perfect for what?”

“Perfect candidate. I mean – Vee, it’s Christmas Eve!”

Vanessa was confused. “What – you mean…?”

“Yes! Yule…” Sammy leaned in and dropped her voice. “Yuletide Mindfuck.”

“But … Where did this come from? We hadn’t even talked about doing it this year. I thought we’d consigned the Mindfuck to Christmas Past.”

“Well yeah, so did I, but, look, he’s such a deserving case – he’s sweet and he’s cute and he’s funny… And he’s broken altıparmak eskort up with his girlfriend. His boss was being so mean about it, left him looking like Droopy the Dog. I just wanted to – well – you know…”

Vanessa’s thoughts flicked back to the origins of Yuletide Mindfuck, five whole years ago. It never failed to make her radiate a sense of seasonal warmth. Ollie had been the kid brother of Genevieve, hers and Sammy’s roommate in the apartment they had rented during their final year of college; a good-looking if somewhat shy and gawky youth just turned eighteen, who had visited a few days from Maine in the run-up to Christmas. From the start he had seemed overwhelmed in the presence of his sister’s attractive girlfriends, eager to talk, hardly able to string a sentence.

Sammy’s discovery of the boy masturbating furiously in the shower stall one morning had been a total accident, she assured Vanessa; she had momentarily forgotten they had a guest, and that the lock needed mending. And she’d been a bit hungover, although maybe the running water should have clued her in. Her helpless, wide-eyed laughter at the poor guy’s futile attempts to contain his spasming, cum-jetting cock, had mortified him to the point that he dressed, packed his stuff and went to leave.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he had muttered incoherently, heaving his backpack towards the front door. “It’s better if I just go – just please, please don’t tell my sister, tell her I…I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to go anywhere,” Sammy had insisted kindly, wresting the pack from his grasp, as Vanessa had turned away to hide her amusement, and despite his shame she had convinced him.

“He’s such a sweetie,” Sammy had said to her friend, later that day. “Poor guy.”

“I know. We could so fuck with him,” Vanessa had smiled. “We could melt that boy’s head.”

“We could.” Their eyes had locked, evil brewing in both their minds. “Oh Vee, we should, we so should.”

“It is Christmas after all, Sammy. Season of giving.”

“Exactly. Just as long as Genevieve doesn’t find out…”

“To hell with her if she does. Her little brother deserves a Christmas treat.” How they had grinned.

And so the final night of his stay, when big sister had gone to bed, a bemused Ollie had been lured by text to Sammy’s room, where he had found her and Vanessa in sheer lingerie, tonguing each other’s mouth heatedly on the bed. “Shut the door and get over here, Ollie,” Vanessa had instructed the stunned high-schooler, breaking away, her hands still brushing Sammy’s face. “If you’re going to jerk off in our place, then we’ll give you something to jerk off to.”

“Or better,” Sammy had smiled sweetly, beckoning. He had looked confused and terrified, but not so much he even thought of leaving.

They had made him lower his pants and massage his fully erected prick in front of them, as they tenderly caressed each other’s French lace-encased curves. Then they had removed their brassieres, both providing a lotion-enhanced tit-fuck for the dazed youngster, both gleefully encouraging him to stroke vigorously between the other’s tight-squeezed breasts. Finally they had knelt before him to deliver a double-blowjob of advanced deliciousness, till his jolting cock was ready to release its load freely all over their waiting chests and faces. “Come on Ollie, don’t be shy, shoot it all over us!” He had. Copiously.

He had wilted to his knees, adoration akin to that of the Magi plastered all over his face, before they had kissed and gently dismissed him back to the bed-sofa in the living-room.

“So that little bit of lesbianism wasn’t too high a price?” inquired Vanessa.

“For the look on his face? Fuck, no,” laughed Sammy. “You’re a very good kisser, by the way.”

“Thanks,” said Vanessa, pleased. “So are you.”

And so passed the advent of Yuletide Mindfuck, three times repeated on consecutive Christmases: in the men’s room of a classy bar, a gym steam-room and the cloakroom of a restaurant respectively. Each time with a different subject, someone the girls had deemed deserving – regular, unassuming, with adequate personal hygiene and a reasonable level of attractiveness. A clear-cut once a year deal. “After all, it’s not like we’re sluts,” Vanessa had said firmly, as they plotted the second year’s adventure.

The whole evolving enterprise flashed instantaneously through Vanessa’s mind and sitting there in the coffee shop she could not help but smile at the memory. But she shook her head nonetheless. “No can do,” she told Sammy apologetically. “Good times, but we’ve laid it to rest. At least I have.”

“At least go look,” Sammy encouraged. “For old time’s sake. It’s just two doors down.” So Vanessa humoured her friend and went there. Glancing through the store window she saw him – mid-twenties, a little taller than her – say five ten – with dishevelled fair hair; physically quite well-developed and nilüfer escort facially strong with just the remnant of adolescent skin problems – nice eyes, Vanessa noticed. But a droop at his shoulders and a certain hangdog expression suggested all was not right in this guy’s world.

“I see what you mean,” she told Sammy on returning, “he’d definitely be a contender. If Mindfuck were still in operation. Look, don’t let me stop you. Go cheer him up yourself.”

“No,” Sammy replied a touch petulantly. “It’s more fun with two. Two’s the whole point.” She tried wheedling. “One final time, Vee. It’s been a bad few months for me with the break-up. Come on, who got you this promotions job when you needed it?”

Vanessa scowled just a little. “Look, I’m grateful for the extra money, but I’ve just had a day’s worth of getting hit on by every douche who thinks he’s owed a free fuck courtesy of the season. So even if I weren’t dating, maybe I wouldn’t be in the mood. Plus the fact that I am dating, and I’d like it to get serious. Dave’s back from Montreal two days after Christmas and I don’t want to spoil it. He sent me the sweetest text while you were gone. If things go well maybe I’ll be there meeting his family this time next year! I can’t do Mindfuck this time. Sorry, babe.”

Sammy looked glum for a moment. Then she revived, her eyes a-sparkle. “So – okay, what if you didn’t even touch him?”

“Hmmm?” Vanessa had been back to her hot chocolate, the matter dropped.

“Not even lay a finger on him. What if you left all that to me? You’d just be there to add – you know – the ‘fuck’ factor. Look, it’s because he’s not one of today’s creeps that we’d be doing it! It’s a Christmas gift, Vee. It’s traditional!”

“So – what would be my function?” Vanessa enquired with a raised eyebrow. She was still unconvinced. “Purely voyeuristic?”

“Maybe,” Sammy said thoughtfully, “maybe we could do better than that. Come on, Vanessa, you’re inventive. Help me work a l number on this guy. We can hand out the rest of the leaflets and talk through the details while we do it. He’s called Shane, Vee. I like him.” She did a little dog-panting routine and Vanessa laughed despite herself.

“Okay.” Her voice was resigned, yet good-humoured. “Since I’m such a good friend. But you do all the hands-on, right? We’ll rework it a little…” – Sammy was fairly bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement by now — “…and then we’ll roll out the Mindfuck. One final time.”

********************

Shane gave up and threw down his book. It was the first time James Elroy had failed him – even the devious plot convolutions and character contradictions could not retain his attention that afternoon. The wasteland that was Cinemagic Video was atrophying his brain; its despair was infecting him. He didn’t want to be some sort of brooding Dickensian spectre at the family Christmas the next day, but he didn’t think he could fake sufficient mirth to cover his current mood. Customer, customer, please – anyone. Any brief conversational exchange which might affirm his humanity in the midst of this most emotionally unforgiving of seasons. Bit of small-talk – too much to ask for? Yes? No? A moment’s pause. Okay, that would be no. He slumped back into his seat.

Then she walked in. Santa-girl. And his heart felt like it was pinballing around his insides. She ignored all the racks of DVDs, she just walked fearlessly, intently between the isles in those little black boots all the way up to him and leaned forward over the counter, an earnestly decisive expression on her cute face.

“Hey Shane, I just came back to apologise.”

He was nonplussed. “Apologise? What for?”

“Well,” she went on with a frank, confessional tone, “there you were, feeling a bit low on Christmas Eve, and there I was, tossing a Merry Christmas your way like nothing was wrong…”

“That’s okay,” Shane protested. He hated the thought that his misery had been that tangible, but was terribly pleased to see Miss Claus back again. “I’m actually pretty content with life most…”

“…And I wanted to do something about it.”

“…Of the time…Sorry?”

She was strolling casually now towards the door in the partition, raising it and moving through, crossing that sacred divide between staff and customer. Shane’s scalp was prickling. The apathy of one minute ago had been dispelled and replaced with galloping, excited confusion. “It’s just that we go about wishing Merry Christmas all the time,” she was saying, and to the earnestness was added something unambiguously sultry. “And when I thought about it, I realised I wanted to give you a Merry Christmas. Now what’s wrong with that?”

She gripped the front of his loosely hanging shirt and drew him close to her, so that her enticingly packaged, pert bosom pressed into his chest. There was a terror of the unexpected rising within him simultaneous to the rising of his dick. “You’re a really nice guy, Shane,” she purred, and it made him shiver. “I mean that’s just obvious. So this time of year why shouldn’t somebody like me make you feel really nice?” Her voice caught breathily in her throat as she said it and at the end she bit her moist lip, clutching tighter to the shirt and rising onto her toes expectantly.

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After continuing their sexual dalliance over the previous weekend when Bai-Ma had initiated Xavier into the pleasures a woman could provide to his phallic enormity with her hands and her mouth; after he had discovered that he could make a woman climax violently with his mouth performing cunnilingus on her; after all that, she had finally introduced him to the intricacies of what the french called soixante-neuf, the 69 sex position. But then he had to contend with her menstrual period which had caused a slight hiatus in their recent carnality, although it didn’t stop her from taking him in her mouth one dark sultry night in the middle of the week. But that was finally over, having come and gone like clockwork, after five days.

The following morning, Bai-Ma woke to the sound of thunder and the splattering of heavy raindrops on the foliage outside. The monsoon was clearly not over. She followed her usual routine of having a cup of tea before the next 45 minutes spent in completing her morning toilette. At 6:30, she took an umbrella from the stand outside her door and walked to the outhouse. Javi was in the bathroom when she began her chores.

Xavier had gone for his regular morning jog and was completely soaked when he got back, having been caught in the downpour about fifteen minutes into his run but he’d decided to go ahead and complete his circuit. He kicked his shoes off at the entrance to his lodge and walked in his sodden socks and clothes to the bathroom where he hurriedly stripped himself of all his garments, throwing them all into a corner. Turning the temperature up to 40 degrees centigrade, he stepped under the shower head and let the warm water bathe him for a few minutes before he shampooed his hair and soaped his body.

After scrubbing himself with a loofah, he let the water run over him as he palmed over the silken feel of his wet body. When his hands reached his genitals, he lifted his limp but heavy phallus and stroked along its detumescent length and thought of Bai-Ma. He had never really considered or paid much attention to his cock, other than to ensure that he maintained a good hygienic discipline after he masturbated. He had become more conscious of his genitalia only recently after she had introduced him to the sensuous carnal pleasures of their bodies. As he stroked himself, thinking of Bai-Ma and knowing she would be in his rooms soon, he realised that his penis was growing to an erection.

He turned the shower off and stepped out of the glass cabinet on to the bath mat in front and reached out to pick up a large soft towel that was folded on the vanity shelves under the sink. He dried himself thoroughly and then began towelling his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom and blindly turned left towards his bedroom, the towel like a veil over his head as he ruffled his hair under it.

Bai-Ma was already sweeping the front room when Xavier exited the bathroom; she paused and turned to look at him but he obviously didn’t see her. Instead, she saw his naked back as he dawdled to the bedroom still vigorously rubbing his head with the towel; she stood still and marvelled at the sight of his strong and firm buttocks, the chiselled V-shape of his torso, and the muscles on his back and his calves. He didn’t shut the door behind him but nevertheless disappeared from her field of vision as he walked towards the other side of his room where the built-in wardrobe was located. Bai-Ma continued sweeping the floor with the long-handled grass broom, smiling contentedly to herself.

Xavier threw the damp towel on to his bed and turned towards his wardrobe, wondering to himself why Bai-Ma hadn’t come yet. He looked past the flimsy sheer curtains and thought she was late possibly because of the rain; he also wondered how the hell he was going to get to his first class on time. Looking at the full length mirror and seeing himself naked, his thoughts flitted to Bai-Ma again; just picturing her in his mind resulted in a stirring in his genitals. His hand went to his dangling penis and he hefted it with his thumb and fingers, feeling the weighty organ start to slowly grow thicker.

He suddenly heard noises coming from the passageway outside the kitchen; sounds of the broom closet creaking open, sounds of a broom clanging against a metal bucket. He hurriedly grabbed a folded pair of briefs inside a drawer and pulled them on, stuffing his phallus into it and hoping it would subside quickly. “Good morning, Javi,” he heard Bai-Ma call from somewhere in the kitchen, her voice carrying over the sound of water falling from the tap into the bucket. He pulled on a sleeveless muscle vest and grabbed a pair of denim jeans from a hanger and quickly pushed his feet through them.

“Hi Bai-Ma!” he called out loudly as he took a fresh white cotton shirt and put that on, buttoning down the front and rolling up the sleeves till just below his elbows. He untidily shoved the shirt tail into the waist band of his jeans as he walked out of the bedroom escort bayan bursa in search of her. He couldn’t understand how she could sound as if nothing had transpired between them the night before, or the weekend for that matter.

She had taken the pail of water into the living room, along with a large rag; he could the smell the citrus aroma of the disinfectant drops that she would have put into the water. Any hopes he may have entertained a few minutes earlier about losing his phallic erection went up in smoke when he saw her down on her haunches, wringing the soaking floor mop into the bucket. Like he had seen so many times before, she had pulled up her saree and revealed her knees and the bottom half of her lower limbs as she crouched. The long drape of her saree was wound around her waist and the loose end tucked into the waistline. Her blouse, with its boat-shaped neckline revealed the deep cleavage between her breasts which were squashed by her thighs as she hunched down, her arm swabbing the floor in short arcs of the rag.

The rain was coming down in buckets, the deluge showing no signs of abating in the near future. Xavier moved from one side of the room to another as Bai-Ma meticulously covered every inch of the floor before moving on to the corridor and then his bedroom. He followed her silently, looking sometimes at her back and the width of her saree clad hips, and at other times looking at her front and her magnificent bosom. She didn’t speak a word nor gave any indication that she might be thinking about their sexual romp the previous night.

When she’d finished mopping the floor, she took the bucket and mop to the bathroom, cleaned both and then returned them to their rightful places. After she’d washed her hands, Bai-Ma went to the kitchen to make sure there were no dishes that required rinsing and. When she was satisfied that the scullery was tidy and orderly, she used a dry washcloth to wipe the sink dry. Suddenly, she felt Javi’s strong arms wrap around her and pull her backwards against his solid body. She dropped the washcloth and exclaimed in surprise, saying “Javi! You frightened me!” her hands going to his forearms in a half-hearted attempt at freeing herself from his bear hug.

Xavier was frustrated and desperate; his palms were on Bai-Ma’s bare midriff rising up to her breasts which he grabbed in both hands, forgetting that she had seemed to be in some pain the previous day when he kneaded her boobs for a few seconds.

“Javi! No! Please, not now,” using a tone that attempted to be severe. But she knew his youthful wantonness was getting the better of him, his libidinous cravings reflecting the turbulent hormones raging in his body. The fingers of one his hands pushed their way under the neckline of her blouse and then his entire hand was clamped over the left cup of her brassiere. He mauled it with a certain feverishness as he buried his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder from the back, pressing his hips against her buttocks. Bai-Ma felt the bulge inside his denims against the pliant fleshiness of her arse as he continued to paw her breast.

“Javi, please stop,” she tried again but Xavier seemed to have lost control of his mind. With his left hand, he gripped her wrist and dragged her hand down and behind her, placing it on the swelling in his jeans, rubbing over the outthrust prominence. He simultaneously gyrated his hips, pushing himself against her hand and her saree covered derriere while trying to undo the buttons of her blouse with his other hand.

Bai-Ma knew she had to stop him, yet she herself was beginning to get aroused, wanting very much to get naked and strip Javi of his clothes as well. Of course she wasn’t going to do any such thing but the strength in his hands was going to be difficult to deter. With his grip on her left wrist, she realised he was fumbling with the zipper in front of his pants and before she could react, he had pulled the fastener down. He then held her fingers in a bunch and thrust them inside the fly so that her palm forcibly rested on the massive mound inside his underwear. He had also managed to open the front of her blouse with his right hand and was pushing it under the brassiere. When she felt his fingers against one of her nipples, Bai-Ma suddenly turned around a little forcefully to face Javi.

“Javi, listen to me,” she said softly, trying to soothe his ardour and hopefully settle his raging hormones. Javi had been forced to release his grip on her wrist when she made that manoeuvre.

“Bai-Ma, please, please, please,” he said in a guttural whisper, “please, just touch me down there. Please, only touch me.” He took her right hand in his, more gently this time, and pushed it inside the opening of his jeans as he lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck. She began to relent, thinking that he was in a hopeless irredeemable state at that moment and perhaps the only solution was to give him some form of release. bursa sinirsiz eskort Bai-Ma looked down past her buxom double-D cup bra, exposed because of the open blouse flaps, and pushed her hand deeper into his denim fly. She then slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and gripped the massive erection.

While she manipulated Javi’s cock with her hand and extracted it from the opening in front of his groin, he lowered his head towards her breasts. With both hands, he pushed the cups of her brassiere down and scooped out her humongous breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. While he sucked on her left teat, Bai-Ma began stroking and tugging his fully erect rod, standing fierce and erect out of his denim jeans. He groaned as the muscles of his mouth made a deep vacuum that pulled the tip of Bai-Ma’s breast; he was holding on to the tractable mound of her flesh with one hand as his other went around her. Xavier began pumping his hips into the sheath that she had made with her hand around the girth of his penis; then he lowered his hand behind her till he was clutching her arse through the folds of her saree.

Bai-Ma loved Javi but she was thinking how, in the short span of time since the previous weekend, she had taken an innocent virgin boy and made him into a hypersexual obsessive. Nevertheless, she understood his needs and the euphoric rapture of one so young to whom sex was a novelty he had only just discovered. She increased the pace of her hand, tugging feverishly and his rock hard manhood, wanting to bring him to his climax.

Xavier barely managed to hold back for two, maybe three, minutes before he felt the familiar tingle on the inside of his thighs. Bai-Ma had also learned the signals; she felt him tense, all his muscles becoming taut, and quickly brought her other hand to Javi’s cock and cupped it like a shield in front of his red hot glans just as he began to erupt with a loud groan. She closed both palms over the tip of his cock as he spewed out a surprising quantum of semen considering she had brought him to an orgasm barely eight hours ago. Bai-Ma finally formed a cup, or a bowl, with both hands held together and let his cum pool at the base through some deft manoeuvring. When he had finished releasing his fluids, she quickly turned back to the kitchen sink behind her and rinsed her hands. She spritzed a couple of jets of hand wash into her palm and washed up before ripping a length of tissue paper from the roll and handing it to Javi so he could wipe himself.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, she looked at him wiping himself as she pulled up the cups of her bra over her breasts and adjusted them to a comfortable position. As Xavier was putting his penis back into his trousers, Bai-Ma did up the buttons of her blouse and straightened her saree, un-knotting the drape from around her waist and throwing it over her shoulder after adjusting the pleats. She looked at her beautiful boy and saw a rather sheepish expression on his face as he avoided looking at her. She looked at the small time-piece on the kitchen shelf and realised she still had about 15 minutes before she had to go to the mistress’ rooms.

It was till pouring outside and clearly Javi had no intention of going to college in this weather. She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, heading towards the living room. Xavier followed her lamely, not quite sure what to do; he had surprised himself with the frenetic behaviour that he had just displayed and felt a little ashamed. They both sat on the divan, side by side, before Bai-Ma spoke in soothing tones.

“Javi, sweetheart, you know that I love you and I get as much pleasure from you and your body as you get from me and mine. Maybe even more. But there are a number of things you must always keep in mind.”

“Bai-Ma,” he said softly, “I’m really sorry…”

“No. don’t be. But let me continue,” she said in a low even tone. The first thing you must remember is that I am an employee in this house and I must keep my professional life separated from my personal life. Do you understand that?”

Xavier nodded dumbly, his head hanging almost in shame.

“Second,” Bai-Ma continued, “if either of us ever get caught in our relationship, if anyone ever finds out, we will both be in very serious trouble. So we must be careful. Look,” she said, pointing at the door, “the entrance is not even locked; anybody could have come in.

“Third, and this is very, very important. You have come here to the city in order to study. In college, you are very disciplined I know. You carefully earmark your time for classes, for the swimming pool, for athletics, and you also study at home. So you must not allow distractions like this morning to come in your way. Right? You understand, don’t you?” she asked with concern in her voice.

“And finally, I think you know already how sex and ejaculating so frequently can affect your performance escort bayan in sports. Correct? You must show discipline!” Xavier sat unmoving next to Bai-Ma, head hung as he stared at the floor between his feet, listening to her words. He knew she was right on all counts and he felt rightfully chastised. But there was a growing confusion in his mind with a plethora of thoughts and emotions running through it. That moment was not the time to try and unravel the incertitude in his brain; his heart was beating faster than normal and all of the post-orgasmic euphoria had dissipated.

Bai-Ma looked at him as he sat silently and her heart went out to him; had she been unnecessarily harsh? Maybe there was no need to sound so pragmatic when they had such a sensual relationship going between them. She felt she had doused his fire completely; that was the vibe she was getting and it put her mind in turmoil. She still had his hand in hers but he didn’t react when she gave it a little shake. It was time for her to leave and she felt a wrenching pain in her heart as she stood up slowly, releasing his hand and placing it gently on his lap. She bent to kiss him on the head, then turned and walked to the door. She slipped in to her rubber flip-flops, opened up her umbrella and left for the mansion. It was 7:32 a.m.

***

Bai-Ma greeted the lady of the house who was standing at the head of the broad but short flight of stairs that led up to the lower floor of the mansion; she had been somewhat concerned as she spied Bai-Ma walking across the slushy lawns instead of on the footpath. “Namaste, Madam,” the handmaiden greeted the lady as she climbed the stairs after folding the umbrella once she was under the portico.

“Good morning, Devyani,” the lady replied, “you could have slipped on the wet grass. It was not a good idea to step off the pathway and take one of your short-cuts.”

“Sorry, Rani Sahiba. I was getting a little late so I thought I would cut across. Thank you for your concern,” Bai-Ma said as both of them walked indoors. As they went towards the library, Bai-Ma looked around and marvelled for the millionth time in the last decade at the regality of the mansion; the high ceiling and the arches of the huge walls made of pink marble, the more prosaic marble at her feet, the tall windows that stretched about twelve feet upwards from the floor, the chandeliers and wall mounted lighting. It was an old building, constructed at the behest of her grandfather during the days of the raj. Of course it had gone through multiple renovations over the decades and some serious modernisation of the fixtures and fittings, including the electrical wiring and water pipes; all under the lady’s supervision a few years ago.

Like Bai-Ma, the staff at the estate called the lady either Ma’am or Rani Sahiba, although her real name was Gayatri Laxmi. While the word ‘Rani’ means queen or princess, the word ‘sahiba’ is a respectful term of address for a woman. Together, they could mean The Lady, or Queen. The reason for this deferential address lay in the lady’s background. Her grandfather had been a maharaja and his wife naturally, a maharani. The maharaja and his ancestors had ruled a state in the northern agricultural heart belt of modern day India, in fact a kingdom, for more than 400 years till they were compelled to accede and integrate themselves into the post-colonial republic. That was followed by years of substantial annual pay-outs by the government to the erstwhile rulers; something called privy purses that continued till as late as 1970. However, Rani Sahiba’s wealth came additionally from the sale of various ancestral properties, including gold and real estate, and a wise investments over the years. At the age of 48, she was the only surviving grandchild of the former maharaja.

On that rainy morning Lady Gayatri sat on the library balcony with her handmaiden Bai-Ma, enjoying her first cup of tea to kickstart the day. She did this on many mornings, except Sundays, while the two talked about a wide variety of subjects during their one hour of blissful tranquillity. They spoke about the household and staff, they often discussed some of the many charities that the lady was involved in, they opinionated on the country’s politics and social issues, and the lady even brought up her personal finances as a matter of discussion sometimes. Bai-Ma was part companion, part confidante, and full-time right-hand woman to the Lady.

Sitting on the covered balcony, sipping tea and looking out at the rain cascading down, Bai-Ma’s mistress suddenly asked “So how is Xavier doing in his studies and extra-curricular activities at college?”

Bai-Ma was taken aback because this was the first time Javi had come up in the conversation. She was also surprised at the question itself; why did Madame think that she, Bai-Ma, would know such details about a person who was essentially just a tenant of sorts? But of course she replied, attempting to do so in a casual and unperturbed manner. “I’m not too sure about the details Ma’am but I know he studies a lot in his room and he is very particular about his morning regimen of jogging and exercising.” After a moment of contemplation, she added “He seems very motivated so I can only assume that he is doing well at university.”

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YARDWORK

Chapter 1

“SON of a BITCH!!”

What was left of the bush I was trying to remove from my yard was not cooperating, and I was not happy.

“I don’t think that that’s what they meant when they said to talk to your plants, Tom.” Startled, I looked up to see who had responded to my outburst. Standing in the greenway behind the yard was Lisa, my neighbor, my delightful little doll of a neighbor. A smidge over five feet tall, with a face like Bridget Bardot surrounded by shoulder length chestnut hair and curves that could turn the Pope into a raging horndog. Fifty years old going on twenty-two, a hundred or so pounds of deliciousness.

We had talked frequently enough, sharing funny memes and jokes and enjoying photographing the unusual birds near our homes, the egrets and herons and migrating geese. She and I had been flirting for years, and despite suggestive language, revealing clothing, and “accidental” rubs of key body parts against me, nothing serious had ever transpired. She had mastered the art of taking things right to the edge before backing off and I had long ago forgotten about ever hooking up. I have never been into playing games, and I certainly wasn’t going to start now. But what a view.

Oh holy shit. Look at that, the high beams are on. Eyes up, boy.

“Uh, yeah. I’m trying to get this out, but it has other ideas.” Oh fuck me, that is a world class rack. Cleavage and nips, and no bra. What could be better?

“Did you soak the ground before you started digging?”

“Yeah, I did, but this thing has been here since the house was built and the roots go deep.” And could those shorts be any smaller? Ooo, I just love me that tiny ass.

She stepped toward the bush and knelt on the other side of it, facing me. Leaning forward to see what I had done, the scoop neck of her shirt dropped a bit more, giving me a pretty much full on view of her magnificent globes, her nipples straining to poke through the fabric. Oh jeebus have mercy, I could get lost in those babies.

She interrupted my reverie. “Ahem.” Uh…”AHEM.” I lifted my gaze to meet hers, her large grey-green eyes locked on me.

“Geez, dude. It’s not like you’ve never seen tits before.”

No time like the present. “But I’ve never seen yours, and they are magnificent.” She actually blushed and dipped her eyes demurely, then looked back at me.

“Touché.” We both held the stare for a few seconds before she spoke, looking down at the bush.

Her breath caught up short. “Wh…wh…what seems to be causing the problem?”

“I think it’s the taproot. This thing has been here for over 50 years and the taproot is very hard and very deep.” I watched her face to gauge her reaction to my obvious double entendre.

“Well, if you got it wet enough it would slide out easily,” she fired back immediately. Oh goddam, she gives as good as she gets. “Did you use your fingers to feel for a place to cut it?” Zing.

“Yeah, I got three of them way into the hole, but couldn’t find it.” Back atcha.

“Just like a man.” Game, set, match. I could see I was outclassed. “So what’s your next step?”

“Probably just dig all around it down about two feet down and cut it off there.”

“Sounds like a plan. Before you start doing that, can I get some water? Watching people work makes me thirsty.”

So I was going to have an audience. “Sure, I have some inside.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator. Returning to the yard, I found her settled into a chaise, doing that fanning thing where they grab the neck of their shirt and pump air across their chest. Yep, just as I thought. No tittie binder, and those babies are fucking trophies. Best in class.

“Thanks, handsome.” She rolled the chilled bottle on her neck and the moisture that had accumulated on it rolled down her chest and under the shirt. “Fuck, it’s hot.” With a smile at her I turned to my task. Hot, indeed.

She was right about the heat, and I was sweat soaked in minutes. When I stripped off my t-shirt, I heard a noise from her direction that sounded like “Wow.” I smiled to myself; I was pretty proud of my physical condition, the product of hours in the gym and lots of physical labor at home. I knew I wasn’t an Adonis, but even in my fifties I was NOT going to become a fat, flabby old man if I had anything to say about it.

Taking a long, cold drink from my own bottle, I glanced at her. She had rolled up the hem of her tiny shirt, exposing her rock hard abs and the bottom half of her splendid rack. I do love underboob, it leaves just enough to the imagination and is sexy as hell.

“Well, someone is getting comfortable.”

“Not really,” she answered. “It’s still too fucking hot.” She languidly stretched out her tanned legs on the chaise, lifting her arms back over her head and pulling the shirt up farther, briefly exposing the bottoms of her darker görükle escort pink aureoles. She noticed my stare and brought her arms down, smiling and wagging her finger at me like I was a misbehaving child. Oh, fuck me to hell. I’m about a minute away from jumping her.

“Back to work, you.”

It was difficult concentrating on a chore with this petite little goddess lying there mostly naked, but I managed to get most of the hole dug. “OK, that’s enough,” she called to me after about half an hour. “You’re making me tired just watching you. Come over and talk to me.” You don’t have to tell me that more than once.

I couldn’t help but notice her tiny shorts, really not much more than loose boy shorts. Even with her small stature they made her legs, her shapely legs, look longer as she reclined comfortably, and I wondered if she was going commando. My appreciative gaze wandered along her entire length as she spoke. She is one beautiful woman, she is. And my shorts are becoming quite tight.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes, very much.” No point in being coy. I want to fuck your brains out, lady.

“So what do you do with your time since you retired? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Whatever I feel like doing, whenever I feel like doing it. I like to say that being retired means I have nowhere to be and no time I have to be there. Bike, gym, travel, read, whatever. And I see who I want to see, but no, no one special.” I had retired from the Army, taught for a few years, and my simple needs meant I lived a pretty comfortable life. Two failed marriages with no ongoing financial obligations had taught me valuable life lessons.

She looked at me for a long moment, seeming to consider my words.

I continued. “Now I have a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“Do you enjoy torturing me?”

“Torture?

“Yes, that’s the word. Between the amount of skin you’re showing me and your obvious flirting, we both know where this is going. Why today? Why now?”

“Where do you think this is going?”

“Don’t be coy. You’ve been teasing me since the first time I met you. You always come on all sexy and hot, rubbing against me, making sure you’re wearing your sexiest clothes, flashing some skin now and then, and leading with one double entendre after another. But when I start to call you on it you immediately start backpedaling, suddenly having something else to do. Don’t be a tease.”

“I’m not…

“Yes, you are. You are a stunningly beautiful woman who is about two seconds away from being completely nude on my patio, I am a typical red-blooded American male who appreciates beauty, and you’re coming on to me yet again. Time to show your hand, girl.”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Her voice had softened almost to a whisper.

“Um, yeah. You have to know the effect you have on men.”

“No one ever tells me that.” Her lower lip actually quivered.

“Then you’ve been hanging out with the wrong people. You look like a fucking goddess.”

“Thank you. I’ll be honest. I think I was fishing for those compliments. My ex spent years putting me down, especially when he was drinking, and I’ve had a lot of trouble getting past that. My ego needed a boost.”

“I don’t believe in insincere praise. I meant every word I said.”

“I know you did, that’s why I like you. Give me a hug.”

I leaned forward and laid my head next to hers. Her arm came up around my neck and she held me to her for a long moment. “Thank you again,” she whispered into my ear. “You make me feel special.” I lifted my head and looked into her gorgeous eyes from six inches away.

“Lisa, when you know how special you are, you can do anything. What other people think is of no consequence.”

Are those tears I see forming? I barely had a moment to consider the questions when she pulled my head to her face and our lips met, gently lingering together for several seconds. Her lips were soft, eminently kissable, and tasted faintly of something minty. We broke the kiss and I sat back down.

Without a word, she briefly sat up, and crossing her arms, grabbed the tiny shirt and whipped it off over her head. Her magnificent breasts were now fully exposed. She sat back down and stared at me, her eyes challenging me to do something.

Sweet mother of god, I do believe I have achieved Nirvana. Now, at my age I had certainly seen more than my share of boobs up close and personal. Small ones, big ones, perky ones, flabby ones, once or twice even enormous ones, but never — never — had I seen tits so perfect.

And “perfect” didn’t begin to describe them; they were magnificent. They were large for a woman her size, maybe a C cup, and stood straight and proud on their own. They were natural, with no signs of artificial enhancement, two glorious half cantaloupes siting firm and upright. The lack of a tan line indicated time spent either on a tanning bed or sunbathing au naturel. Each one eskort bayan was a perfect monument to femininity on its own; together they were Venus de Milo, Boticelli’s Venus, and the Playmate of the Year wrapped into one.

Her nipples were prominent, the aureoles just the perfect size around them, and contrasted nicely with the firm skin of her mounds. The valley between them cried out for attention, for an endless string of kisses or even a bed for the hardon that was struggling to escape the confines of my shorts.

“Holy shit,” was all my racing mind could conjure. She smiled.

With that smile still on her face and her grey-green orbs locked on me, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her tiny shorts, and lifting her hips slightly slid them down her legs and off. I was right, nothing underneath them except her skin. The image was complete. Holy fuck, I can’t breathe. This is not real.

And there she was, in all her glory. I couldn’t help but notice her small and well-groomed but still prominent bush, a feature I have to admit I enjoy as I don’t like my partners to look like they’re prepubescent children. Trimmed to a nice little triangle, pointing the way to paradise. Her inner lips were prominent, showing just a hint of pink from this angle. Is that a drop of moisture I see? I can smell the desire.

Her astounding chest was accentuated by the rock-hard plain of muscle from which it rose. Not an ounce of excess there, no. Her hips were narrow, promising a nice, tight ass, and she had just the right amount of curve as they flared out from her waist.

Shitfire, even her tummy is sexy.

Something else struck me — she was ink free. I am not a big fan of tats; while a discreet little flower or butterfly might be a nice touch, the huge sleeves and body coverings leave me cold as I think they distract from a woman’s natural beauty and make her resemble a biker mama or a stripper. Tramp stamps bug me: maybe it’s my age, but I find them off-putting. There was nothing on her perfect body to distract from the breathtaking image before me, her skin covered with a thin sheen of perspiration in the beating sun. Too fucking sexy.

Her voice broke my reverie. “You look uncomfortable in those shorts.” She raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Uh, yeah, a bit. I need to do two things first.”

“Really? What…” she stopped as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a long, passionate kiss. Our faces melted together as our tongues danced. My left hand enclosed one of her breasts as she sighed contentedly, gently but insistently kneading her firm flesh. I squeezed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger as she moaned into my mouth. My hand brushed lightly across her other breast as I broke our kiss and bent to brush my lips across her abs, deferring my anticipated devouring of her glorious rack.

Fer chrissake, this is unbelievable. What a body.

My left hand gently stroked her leg as I kissed her midsection. So this is was the term “silky smooth skin” means…

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she sighed.

“Not when a goddess is waiting, no.” My lips traces across her midsection, lower and lower, the salty tang of her sweat a suitable seasoning on the fest before me. Her musk filled my senses.

“Any straight man would willingly give up a body part to be where I am right now,” I told her. “But right now, it’s about you.” I dropped to the ground and knelt at her feet. I rested my hands lightly on the inside of her knees and directly met her gaze. She licked her lips in anticipation.

“You deserve to feel good about yourself,” I continued, “and I want to help you feel really, really good about everything today.” I bent to kiss the inside of her left calf, and slowly but inexorably kissing my way up her legs. A slight moan escaped her lips and she rolled her head back. Her legs relaxed and parted slowly.

I couldn’t resist an occasional glance up the length of her body, across the strong, firm thighs, the flat washboard abs, the mountains of delight lingering on the horizon. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened just a crack as her tongue teased her lips. My lips grazed the insides of her thighs and her legs moved farther apart.

Resisting the urge to grind my face into her delightful honey pot, I suspended my face inches away and let my hot breath tickle it. Extending my tongue, I lightly touched it with just the tip, running it the length of her slit. A quivering moan escaped her barely parted lips.

Now, allow me to momentarily digress. I love eating pussy; it is about my favorite sexual act short of actually cumming. It’s infinitely intimate, simultaneously allowing a woman to expose her vulnerability while allowing a man to demonstrate how safe she is doing that. It is a gift from a man to his lover, a total focus on elevating her pleasure while subjugating his own for the moment. And I have found that women altıparmak escort who genuinely enjoy getting head are usually more than willing to give it in return.

But back to the task at hand. I moved my face in closer and lowered it, inserting my tongue into her canal and pressing my lips against her mound. As I slid up her dripping slit, my upper lip rubbed across her clit and fully exposed it, the rough surface of the tongue finally dragging slowly across it and turning her soft moans into slurred words of pleasure.

“Uuuuuhhhhh fuck yes oh fuck yes oh fuck yes…” I thought she was going to cry as I flicked her little man with the tip of my tongue. Her scent filled my nostrils and she whimpered.

Time to take this to the next level. Her knees were slightly lifted on either side of my head, so I moved my hands under them. With a gentle but insistent pressure I lifter her knees upward and toward her chest, lifting her hips and parting her box even more as I pressed my mouth firmly against it, burying my tongue as far as I could into her waiting hole. Her moans turned into outright screams.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!” Her hands grabbed the back of my head and crushed it to her pussy as I drink in her hot juices. I continued to lick and suck and kiss every inch of her sex, this moment inserting my tongue and the next sucking on her swollen clit. Again and again I licked the length of her, pausing at the top to flick her button with the tip of my expert tongue. Without removing my mouth, I inserted a finger into her and curved it up, seeking that very special spot. I found it quickly and added another finger as she writhed and moaned. That finally did it.

“Ohfuckmeyesthatsamazingohshitimcumming……” I felt her body tense and her pelvis lift as her orgasm came closer. “Yesyesyesyes…” With a final push, she grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it tightly against her dripping box as her body quivered and her honey pot pulsed against my mouth and hand. “Unnngghhhhhhhh…”she grunted as wave after wave of release flowed through her. She was gripping my head so tightly that I could barely breathe, but I was going to see her through this.

As her orgasm subsided, she finally relaxed her grip on my head enough for me to grab a deep lungful of air. She was panting, gulping precious oxygen, her chest heaving and her body now dripping with sweat.

“Son. Of. A. Bitch.” she grunted. “I have never cum that hard in my entire life. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“I’m guessing you liked it,” I replied from between her thighs.

“Uh, yeah, you could say that,” she chuckled. “Jesus H, that was great.” She was still catching her breath, her delicious mounds heaving.

Not wanting to lose the moment, I stood and gazed at her arrayed before me as I quickly unfastened my shorts and pushed them and my boxers down my legs, stepping out of them. Straddling the chaise, I slid my legs under hers and used my hands to support the backs of her knees. She was now bent almost in half, her soaked pussy wide open, the brown bud of her ass just below, my now raging hardon resting on her prominent labia.

Moving only my hips, I slid back enough to bring the head of my engorged cock to her opening, then slowly, ever so slowly, pushed my hips forward so it entered her. I could see her eyes widen and heard a small gasp as I pushed into her with exquisite slowness. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I moved my hips more, inexorably pushing more and more of my engorged cock into her until my balls rested on her ass, her sweet wetness surrounding and caressing my burning rod.

“Careful buddy, I’m still pretty sensitive from that tongue lashing you just gave me.” Holding myself tight against her dripping honey pot, I rotated my hips so my cock would describe a circle inside her, our eyes still locked on each other.

“Now where did you learn that trick?” she gasped.

“Something I picked up along the way,” I answered. “Just enjoy it.” I began slowly stroking my rod into her, out a bit then back in, slowly but insistently. A whimper escaped her lips. I began to increase the pace of my pumping, my balls pressing against her delightful ass with each stroke. A small whimper escaped her lips and her eyes closed.

Slowly easing her legs down over mine, I slid my hands up her thighs and over her hips, down the sides of her ribcage until my hands could reach underneath her shoulders. With gentle but insistent pressure I indicated that I wanted her to sit up, so she grasped my arms and together we brought her to an upright position and onto my lap so she faced me with her legs around my waist and my cock still buried in her. Our lips crushed together, and our tongues sought out the other voraciously, her breasts smashed against my upper chest. My hands grasped her delightful ass cheeks and moved with her as her own hips took up the rhythm and she moved up and down on me. Breaking the kiss, she buried her face on my shoulder and focused on the sheer physicality of our act and the orgasm again building in her.

“I don’t believe this, I’m gonna cum again,” she whispered next to my ear, the pace of her movements increasing.

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Julie had driven by the house many times always wondering if the subtle house that was located just outside the industrial park was legit or not. She had contemplated getting a massage and the thought of getting a massage from “one of those” places intrigued her. She had always been so conservative, never taking a chance or do anything wild or out of the ordinary was actually thinking of pulling in and if nothing else checking the place out.

Julie had always been intrigued with the idea of being pampered by another woman and if something happened along the way let’s just say the idea really turned her on. With her heart racing Julie pulled into the driveway and made her way around to the parking lot in the back so her car would be out of sight just in case. She stepped from her car and walked up to a heavily screened door. She looked up seeing a camera hanging under the eave looking down on anyone that came to the door.

Taking a deep breath Julie rang the buzzer. She stood there waiting to see if anyone was going to answer. She could hear footsteps coming toward her from inside yet no one came to the door. She looked at the camera again thinking that whoever was inside was probably checking her out. Then the door opened and a very attractive Korean woman answered the door. She was about 5’4″ with raven black hair that came just below her ears.

She had a beautiful figure and was wearing a beautiful blue silk dress with a subtle floral print. Julie wondered if she was wearing any panties since she couldn’t see any sort of panty line and she noticed the woman wasn’t wearing a bra. The woman studied Julie for a couple of moments as if she was trying to figure out why someone like Julie was doing there.

“Sorry…we not hire.” She finally said with a frown.

“I’m not looking for work. I’m interested in getting a massage if that’s alright.” Julie shot back at her.

The woman looked at her as if to say, “You want what?”

“Do you massage women, or is it just men?” Julie asked again.

“Yes, I massage…you come inside.” The woman smiled and held out her hand to Julie,

She took Julie’s hand and led her inside into what was once probably a living room. She looked around seeing a couch that looked like it came from the Salvation Army store, and a couple of mismatched end tables, and a lamp that looked like it was from the ’60’s. Despite the questionable decor, the place was neat and tidy and was much nicer than Julie had imagined.

“So how much is it for a massage?” Julie asked looking at the woman.

The woman pointed to a sign that read 1/2 hour $45…1hour $60.

“So what do you get with the half hour massage?” Julie asked the woman.

“You get massage, no oil, and no shower after.” The woman replied.

“And for the hour massage?” Julie asked again.

“Ah much better bargain. With hour you get nice massage full body massage with lotion, your choice of Swedish, deep tissue, or…” Julie interrupted her.

“Swedish, that’s the light touch right?” Julie quizzed the woman.

“Yes. It very light touch make you feel very good inside. Plus I work on any problem area, and you get shower afterward.” The woman said again.

“OK, I’ll take the hour massage.” Julie smiled.

Good choice. You pay now.” The woman said holding her hand out.

Julie handed the $60 to the woman and followed her into a room. It was dimly lit with soft music playing and the smell of incense but not overpowering. There was a large mattress on the floor and ranks of lotions on the wall. The woman told Julie to undress and that she would be right back.

“Do I take off all my clothes?” bursa escort Debbie stopped and asked her.

“Yes unless you want oil on them. Now please get undress and I be right back.” The woman said before walking out the door.

Julie undressed folding her clothes neatly and placing them on a table. Then she lay down waiting for the woman to return. Julie was still nervous wondering what she had gotten herself into and if she’d made a bad choice. She could still get dressed and leave. She jumped when there was a tap on the door and the door opened. She looked over her shoulder to see the woman return with a smile on her face making Julie feel at ease.

“Relax. I give you good massage.” She said kneeling down beside Julie.

The woman started working on Julie’s neck and shoulders as Julie sighed from her beautiful relaxing touch. She could feel the tension and the anxiety leaving her body as the woman continued working her neck and shoulders. As she worked on Julie they made small talk.

“So…what you name?” The woman asked.

“My name is Julie.” She replied.

“My name Kim, you enjoy massage so far.” Kim asked her.

“Oh yes Kim…you have a beautiful touch.” Julie answered.

Kim continued working on Julie, her soft feathery touches moving down Julie’s back. Kim moved her hands along Julie’s sides, her palms touching the exposed part of Julie’s breasts as she lay on her stomach. Feeling Kim’s hands on her breasts even just the small exposed portion sent erotic chill through her body. She wanted more and raised herself up slightly exposing more of her breasts wondering if Kim would get the hint. She felt so wicked but at the same time so aroused. As Kim moved her hands back up Julie’s side not only did Kim moved her hands along the more exposed portion of Julie’s breasts Kim paused and just held them for a moment. Julie heard herself moan softly from Kim’s touch.

“You like my touch you there?” Kim leaned forward and whispered in Julie’s ear,

“Oh YES,” Julie sighed.

“You naughty girl, you like more special massage?” Kim laughed softly.

Debbie felt as if her head was going to explode from arousal of Kim’s touch.

“Yes…yes I do.” Julie said with a slight moan escaping her lips.

“Alright…I do for you. When men come in and want special massage I change them $100 more, but I like you. I not charge you more.” Kim said with a big smile.

Kim then made her way down to Julie’s lower back causing her to wonder what Kim had in mind when she offered to do more. She found her heart throbbing again as Kim hands moved down her back toward her ass causing Julie to wonder if Kim was going to touch her there. She was a little disappointed when Kim avoided her backside and moved her hands down her leg instead.

Kim started working her left leg paying attention to her feet and calf but Julie’s disappointment was soon replaced with pleasure as Kim kneaded her tired calf muscles. After a few minutes Kim’s light feathery touches returned as her fingers began to move up the back of Julie’s leg. Her hands moved higher and higher up Julie’s leg sliding to the inside moving closer and closer to her inner thighs.

Julie parted her legs slightly giving Kim better access should she decided to touch her in a more erotic way. Kim’s fingers moved along her inner thigh as Julie hoped Kim was going to touch her pussy. But to her disappointment Kim moved her hands back down onto Julie’s legs then slowly moved her hands back up and onto Julie’s ass. Julie decided to stop trying to anticipate Kim’s every move and just relax and enjoy the massage.

Adding more lotion Kim bursa escort bayan began caressing Julie’s ass. Kim teased her as she moved her finger tips along the cleft at the top of her ass making Julie squeal. She felt Kim’s fingers move along her ass as if she were going to slide her hands between her cheeks any second. As Kim leaned forward Julie felt her foot touching the soft skin of Kim’s leg. She realized that her foot was now between Kim’s legs and she could feel Kim’s dampness on her foot.

Just at that moment Kim slipped her fingers between Julie’s cheeks, and began moving her fingers up and down her ass pausing as her fingers brushed Julie’s asshole. Feeling her fingers teasing her ass sent even more erotic jolts though her body down to her pussy. As Kim continued teasing her she suddenly realized that Kim was moving her pussy along her foot masturbating herself as she eased her finger slowly into Julie’s ass. The feeling was unbelievable as Julie raised her hips to meet Kim’s probing fingers.

Julie felt Kim’s other hand move between her legs again only this time her fingers were moving across her labia teasing her as she parted Julie’s folds and began exploring her pussy. She felt Kim’s lips on her back as Kim kissed her way down Julie’s spine to her ass where she started teasing her cleft with her tongue. Julie was about to scream out as her passion started to boil over.

“Now you turn over.” She heard Kim say just before she was about to explode into orgasm.

Needless to say Julie was more than a little disappointed. As she turned over and lay down on her back she saw Kim had taken off her dress and now they were both totally naked. Kim was on her knees smiling at Julie not saying a word as if she were posing for her. Kim cupped her breasts in her hands as Julie watched her rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Kim’s nipples were now so hard and erect. Julie thought about taking them in her mouth and sucking on them but now her eyes scanned down Kim’s body focusing on Kim’s dark bush. Julie found herself wanting to move between Kim’s legs just to feel the softness of her bush on her cheek. Julie had often fantasized about making love to another woman and now if things worked out right she had the chance of making her fantasy come true.

“You like?” Kim asked.

“Yes very much, but why did you stop it felt so good?” Julie smiled

Kim just smiled as she poured more lotion into her hand and started spreading it over Julie’s legs. She began massaging the lotion in as she moved her hands up Julie’s legs still smiling. Then she did something totally unexpected. She maneuvered herself over Julie’s left foot and then lowered her pussy down onto her toes. Julie could feel the dampness between her legs as Kim started moving her pussy back and forth over Julie’s toes.

Julie knew she should have been disgusted but somehow it seemed so erotic. Julie worked her toes between Kim’s folds and started gently wiggling them as Kim closed her eyes and started moaning softly. Now it was Julie’s turn to pleasure Kim. Kim rose up and started caressing her own breasts began twisting and tugging at her own nipples as Julie continued wiggling her toes in Kim’s pussy.

Kim was soon moaning and lost in her own passion as Julie watched the expression on her face. Kim was sliding back and forth working Julie’s toes around in her pussy and sliding up so her toes were teasing her clit. It was such a turn on to watch Kim using her foot as a sex toy. Just as she thought Kim was going to cum Kim moved so that Julie’s toes were now between her cheeks and sliding over her ass.

Kim was escort bursa gasping and moaning as she reached down and started rubbing her clit furiously taking herself toward what was surly going to be a powerful orgasm. Suddenly her body stiffened and Kim was rocked with an orgasm that shook her entire body. After a few minutes Kim smiled and parted Julie’s legs. Kim placed her face between her legs and began exploring Julie’s pussy.

Never had anything felt so erotic, her first time with a woman was going to be better than she had ever imagined. Julie gasped and squealed out as Kim continued running her tongue over her pussy exploring and teasing her to the point that she wanted to scream out in passion. The more she explored Julie with her tongue the more aroused Julie became.

Kim parted Julie’s folds allowing her juices to flow down onto her tongue as she started running her tongue up and down Julie’s wet pussy. Nothing not any kind of fantasy or imagination could have prepared Julie for the divine sensations that she was now experiencing. The more Kim licked and sucked her pussy the more she wanted to do the same to Kim.

“Kim…let me taste you to. Come up here and let me taste your pussy…please Kim let me lick your sweet pussy!” Julie pleaded.

As Kim raised her head Julie’s juices glistening on her lips and chin as she smiled and maneuvered around lowering her pussy onto Julie’s face. Julie reached up and guided Kim’s pussy down toward her tongue but no before pausing to look at her beautiful sex. Her lips were full and thick and her clit looked large as Julie slowly brought Kim’s pussy down onto her face. Her pussy was so wet and warm and filled with her love juices.

Her aroma was as erotic as Julie instinctively guided her tongue over Kim’s pussy while Kim in the meantime was working her fingers deep into Julie’s pussy. Julie continued exploring Kim’s pussy taking her time never having licked a woman before. She wanted to take her time and savour every moment of it as if it was going to be her only time to ever experience this.

She slipped her tongue past Kim’s folds and immediately found her opening where she eased her tongue inside and started tongue fucking Kim. Kim responded by gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy into Julie’s face while she took Julie’s clit into her mouth and began sucking it while she filled Julie’s pussy with as many fingers as she could manage. Julie moved from Kim pussy spreading her cheeks while as she started running her tongue up and down Kim’s ass.

She found Kim’s asshole to be very sensitive judging from Kim’s response. Julie eased her tongue into Kim’s ass and began tonguing her while Kim was taking Julie closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Julie felt her pussy start to tremble and her clit throb as one powerful orgasm after another surged through her body.

Once she had finished cumming Julie rolled Kim onto her back and moved between her legs and filled Kim’s pussy with as many fingers as she could manage just as Kim had done to her. She worked her fingers inside Kim’s pussy listening to Kim’s moans of pleasure. Julie couldn’t believe how incredible it was to make love to someone as beautiful as Kim and to watch her become more and more aroused as she made love to her. Julie loved the taste of Kim’s pussy as she ran her tongue over it and then took her clit between her lips again listening to Kim’s moans of sheer pleasure.

Julie continued sucking and fingering Kim’s pussy taking her closer and closer to what she hoped would be a powerful orgasm. Kim grabbed Julie’s head pushing her pussy into Julie’s face as her body shook as the orgasms washed over her. Afterward the two women lay in one another’s arms kissing and cuddling until it was time for Julie to leave.

From that day forward Julie had a standing appointment every Friday for a massage and a round of beautiful woman to woman love.

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EMAIL FROM A FRIEND CHAP.2

Thursday evening, I phoned Lise to confirm I would be there for the week-end.

“Lise, I will leave the office tomorrow noon. Maggy will take care of closing. I will fly down in the early afternoon.”

“Good, I am impatient to see you. What time is your flight due in?”

“I don’t like commercial flights. I will fly my Cessna down, more flexibility. I will be taking off from Les Cedres and probably land at Island, if possible. If not, I will go for Buttonville. Depending on where I get an I.F.R. clearance from A.T.C. I don’t like moping around a big airport or city flying V.F.R..

“Ok, when will I know where and what time to pick you up?”

“I will give you a call before take-off to give you my E.T.A. I am more than impatient to be with you too, Lise.”

“See you tomorrow, then. I promise a good time, Fran. Be careful I still remember the fit your Mom had when you decided to learn to fly”

“Yes. I remember too.” With that we hung up. I was getting horny just earing her sexy deep voice and fantasizing about the week-end. I was sure that there would be some very hot sex with her. I never had sex with her, but I imagined all sort of hot scenes and went to sleep masturbating. And we had not seen each other for a while, so there was lots to catch up on.

She picked me up at Island, on the way to her place.

“You know, Fran, I am homesick and seriously thinking about going back. After all that time I think I could face the places where I used to go with Mario, without having a fit of tears.”

“What about Tony?”

“He knew it would be a temporary thing and that I would someday go back to Joan again.”

“Won’t he be mad or something?”

“No. He is getting older and his kids are growing so his family is becoming more important to him. Besides, he mentioned a few times that I should quit the Escort business. I am not ready for that yet.”

“You said you would quit if Mario took you back.”

“I don’t have the same feeling for Tony as I have for Mario, far from it.”

“I have to be honest with myself. If Mario was willing to take me back, I am not sure I would accept. I would be afraid to hurt him again, no matter how sincere I am in saying I would quit the business. Deep down inside myself, I am far from sure I could keep that promise.”

“This is sad, Lise.”

“I know, Fran, but I really love what I do. It is not the money.”

She had a very nice apartment with a view on Lake Ontario. She served drinks and we sat on her balcony to relax and enjoy the view.

“Fran, if I may ask. What is going on with Marge?”

“We make out, she dominates me. I love it. This was a surprise to me, finding out I am a submissive.”

“I would like to have you as a sub. You know before you got involved with Gerry, Marge and I were sort of competing to see which one could get you, but Gerry got to you and we had to back off.”

“I never suspected, Lise. But, at the time I did not even dream of being with a woman much less a sub to my own sister,”

We relaxed and later after a shower, she took me to a nice restaurant for dinner. We hit the town a bit. Back in her apartment, we undressed to get to bed, it was late. I was wondering where I would sleep. There were two bedrooms.

“Fran, stay naked and get in my bed, unless you don’t want to play. Then you can use the other bedroom.”

“I think your bed will do nicely, Lise.” She was very sexy and I was hot.

She is very sexy naked. I could see why she was a success as an escort. I was hot looking at her and getting wet. My pussy bursa escort lips swelled and my cunt throbbed. I saw she was also wet. Her cunt had a wet shine to it. Like me, she was completely shaved. Her nipples were standing out as were mine.

On the bed we kissed each other deeply, with passion, our hands running and caressing each other all over. I caressed the back of her neck with one hand and gently squeezed her breasts and nipples.

I SUBMIT TO LISE

She stopped kissing me, brought her mouth to my tits and bit them all over. She took my nipples with her teeth and pulled as she bit. This drove me crazy. Her hand massaged my cunt, grabbing my lips and pulling them hard, extracting moans and grunts from me.

“You love some pain. You are a real good slut, Fran.”

“Yes, Lise. I love some pain I crave it”

She sat on the side of the bed and dragged me across her knees by my hair. She proceeded to spank me hard with a little brush she had taken from the little bureau next to the bed. I made little yelps of pain and moans of pleasure.

“You have a nice ass. It deserves to be spanked and abused. I see you love this, slut.”

“Thank you, Lise. I need my ass spanked.”

She pushed two fingers in my cunt and her thumb in my ass and squeezed hard. I screamed with the pain I had never experience anything like that before. She kept spanking my thighs and did not let go, making me squirm twist and scream.

“Slut you will address me as Mamy. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mamy. I promise not to forget.” I orgasmed hard from pain and pleasure.

“Slut, you came all over my thighs. Lick me clean.” I licked her thighs cleaning my juices from her. I was in a state of bliss and glad to serve her. Once she was clean, she lay back and spread her legs. I was still on my knees besides the bed.

“Slut, eat me. Make me come.” Again, taking a handful of my hair she pulled my face to her cunt. I wasted no time licking and giving little bites all around it and the inside of her thighs.

Her moans and grunts were music to my ears. I realised that I was really a submissive and not only to Marge, but to any woman that took control of the situation. I put a hand under her ass and pushed a finger in her back hole. She was so wet it went in easy and I fingerfucked her ass.

“You are a good slut for your Mamy. Now, your tongue in my cunt, deep.”

I did as told. She rotated her hips, humped my mouth and pulled my face tight to her. I fingered her ass faster and pushed my tongue as far as I could in her cunt. Her grunts and moans became louder. I was so happy to please her that I orgasmed My juices were running down my thighs.

” Now bitch. My clit suck it hard and two fingers in my cunt.” I was really in heaven pleasing her I sucked and lightly bit her clit. Finger fucked her cunt with one hand and her ass with the other, It pleasured me to ear her moans and grunts she was humping my face hard.

” You are a good slut. Mamy is pleased with you don’t stop make me come hard and take all my juices bitch.”

This made me increase the energy I was putting into pleasing her. She finally came hard, she had multiple orgasms pulling my hair to bring my mouth to her cunt hard I liked and swallowed her cum there was lots of it enough to surprised me but I managed to take all of it . It was all over my face some even got on my tits. I did not think a woman could have that much juice and cum in her after she came down a bit.

” You really are a good slut and bitch. Your Mistress did not exaggerate.

She turned around knelt on the floor and laid her upper body on the bed. I knew what she wanted. I got behind her spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue up and down her crack, escort bursa all the way from her back hole to her lower back.

“That is it, slut. Use your tongue on Mamy’s back hole. You are being a good slut for me.”

I went from her back hole, up her crack down again, I licked her hole and pushed my tongue in it, to her moans and encouragement, until she had another orgasm.

“Now you have been good. Mamy will give her slut some pleasure. Get on the bed, on your back slut.”

She took a cushion from a little love seat, put it under my ass and tied my ankles to the side of the bed to keep me spread. She tied my hand behind my head with a piece of cloth. She got a magazine, rolled it up tight and wrapped it with tape.

She spanked my cunt with the rolled magazine, and then legs and tits, going from place to place. She seemed to know just how hard to spank to get me to yell and moan, giving pleasant pain, but not too much. She was enjoying herself because this lasted a long time. I was squirming and getting more and more in need of release.

“Please Mamy let this whoring slut come she will explode.”

“Mamy will make you come slut after you earn it.”

She straddled me and took my nipples pinched them hard pulling and twisting making me scream with the pain before slapping them again hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and screams and grunts from me.

“Now slut Mamy will make you come hard and please herself too.”

From a dresser she took and harness and slipped it on. I noticed that the dildo had little bubbles all over it.

“Now my lovely slut, Mamy will give you pleasure, you earned it.” She attached nipples clamps to herself and to me. They were double clamps I had never had those used on me before.

The bubbles on the dildo drove me crazy when she pushed in my cunt. It was big and long, filling me completely. I grunted and tried to push my hips up to get it all. I had a small orgasm as it went in.

She fucked me hard, almost violently The bubbles rubbed the inside of my cunt and drove me crazy with pleasure. Everyone of her thrusts were hard and deep. My moans and screams of pleasure mixed with her grunts and moans. I was having multiple orgasms. The pleasure was intense. The bubbles on the dildo were making my insides more and more sensitive. The walls of my vagina squeezed and spasmed hard. The nipple clamps pulled my nipples as Mamy pumped me hard and increased my pleasure. Mamy fucked me with more energy and louder grunts. I was on the verge of fainting.

“Mamy is coming slut.”

I felt her shake. She rose as she gave a hard push to get all the dildo into me and pulled our nipple clamps really hard. A great pain filled my tits and radiated to my belly and cunt. I had a fantastic orgasm and fainted.

I came around to find Mamy on top of me, breathing hard and shaking, as was I.

“That was good slut. I think you fainted. Are you okay?”

“Yes, Mamy. It was good. The pleasure caused me to faint.”

We rested for a while before she got off me. I liked the big dildo in my cunt. I was sorry when she pulled out. The feeling of her pulling out gave me another little orgasm.

“Now my slut will give me some pleasure, if she is rested enough.”

“Your slut is ready to please you Mamy.”

After removing her harness. She got another one from her bureau it had three dildos attached.

“You are about the same size as me this will fit slut.”

Once fitted on me, one dildo was in my ass, the other in my cunt and the third was ready to use on her. There was a protuberance at the front that rubbed and pressed on my clit. I had never worn a harness before. It made me hot and horny. The sensation of my two holes filled gave bursa escort bayan me pleasure and anticipation of what it would feel like to fuck her with this.

“You will fuck your Mamy doggy style, slut, and you better do a good job and make her come.”

“Yes Mamy I will pleasure you.”

She went down on her hands and knees. I kissed the back of her neck, sucked on her earlobes and caressed her tits and pussy with my hands. I slowly kissed all over her back. All the time she moaned and told me not to stop. When I got down to her ass, I licked and kissed and gave little bites, hard enough to make her yelp and move her ass up and down and around. I could tell by her moans she enjoyed that. I licked down her crack and played with my tongue in her back hole. She was twisted and grunted hard. This filled me with joy. I was pleasing her. She had an orgasm from my licking her back hole and ass.

“That was good, slut. Now fuck Mamy hard.” I put the dildo to her cunt and pushed. She let the air out of her lungs with a loud oouff and a moan.

She pushed back and I slowly humped her, slipping my arms around her hips and played with her clit. She moved with me, grunting and moaning, hard and loud.

“Fuck Mamy harder slut.”

I increased my speed. The feeling for me was intense. The dildo in my ass and cunt moved and vibrated slightly as I humped her and the protuberance on the inside of the harness rubbed and pressed on my own clit. I now understood why My Mistress and Mamy got off on fucking me with this toy. I would soon come, but I tried not to. I wanted to please Mamy before I orgasmed myself.

“Mamy is about to come. Fuck her harder slut.”

I fucked harder and pulled and gently pinched her clit. I felt her cum. She began to tremble, shake and grunt loudly. This encouraged me to pull her clit harder and put all my energy in humping her. She had multiple orgasms. Her yells, grunts and trembling, under me brought my own really earth shaking orgasm. I shook and collapsed on top of her. We were both shaking and getting small orgasms, like aftershocks. We finally came down from this and did not move, breathing hard and recuperating.

“How was it for you, Fran?”

“Great. I am so weak, I am not sure I can move.”

“Same here, you are good. I would like to live close to you and enjoy you more often.”

We finally untangled from each other and exchanged long passionate kisses.

“You know, Lise, my conscience is bothering me. I feel like I cheated on Marge.”

Come with me if you have the strength to walk I will show you something. She took me in the other room turned on the computer.

“This is an e:mail from Marge on Thursday. Read it.”

The EMail

Lise,

Fran will be visiting you this week-end. She is an excellent slutty sub and can take a lot. I don’t loan her out, ever. But, you are my best friend so you have permission, if she is willing, to play with her. But make sure she is not hurt or harmed . I mean this like I never meant anything before in my life. I trust you to take good care of her.

I really miss my association with you and Joan. It gets harder every day to stay away from the business.

Love, Marge

That was a surprise. Marge had been in the escort business.

“She quit the Escort business when she met Jimmy, Fran.”

“Okay but she says she misses it.”

” She was quite good at it especially with the lady clients.

“Lets go and eat I am famished after all that exercise.”

“One more thing, Fran. If you want to play tomorrow, I will arrange something for you that will be an experience you will enjoy.”

“What will it be?”

“You have to trust me it will be a surprise for you. I will only tell you that one of my kinks is that I am a voyeur.”

“I cannot refuse anything to the best friend of my Mistress.”

Her surprise was, I would be taken to a Dungeon, for her voyeuristic enjoyment.

This will be chapter no. 3

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I am writing this as a task for my Domme.

I was leaning over the kitchen island, staring into my glass of whiskey, and smiling about what a great day I’d just had. We hadn’t seen each other in months and I spent every day of those months looking forward to that day. In spite of all of that time spent thinking about it, I never came close to imaging just how great it would be. We had talked about doing a lot of things the next time we saw each other, but it wouldn’t have mattered what we did. I was just happy to be with you, receiving your smiles and those small glances we exchange when no one else is looking.

If I’m being honest, though, that is not entirely true. There was one thing that I desperately wanted to do that day. One thing I had been wanting for months. A thing I thought about almost daily. I looked across the kitchen at you just as you threw back the last of your drink. Your eyes locked onto mine. The look on your face told me that I might just get that one thing I’ve been wanting very soon. I lowered my eyes back down to my glass and took a sip to hide that I was smiling even bigger than before.

Because I was doing my best to get my thoughts under control, I didn’t notice that you had crossed the kitchen and walked around the left side of the island until I felt your hand slide under the back of my shirt. Your touch pulled me out of my thoughts. I felt your fingers trace up my spine, around my side and to the front of my hips, just above the top of my jeans. The front of your body pressed into the back of mine. I shut my eyes, a bit overwhelmed by all of the physical contact from you after months of none. Your lips brushed the back of my neck, not a kiss, just a light touch. You carefully placed a soft kiss behind my ear, and contrasted it with a firm, playful bite to my earlobe. My knees might have crumbled underneath bursa escort me if you didn’t have me pinned between you and the counter. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and feel my pulse pounding in my neck. You must have felt it too because I felt your lips form a smile against my ear.

Just as quickly as you appeared behind me, you were gone, running your fingertips through the back of my hair as you walked around the other side of the island and headed for the entrance to the hallway. At the doorway, you turned back toward me and leaned up against the doorframe. Your ran your fingers through your long blonde hair, pushing it to one side before resting your head against the doorframe. Your eyes locked into mine again, this time you gave me that smile that I can’t help but smile back at.

“I’m going to bed,” you announced.

My heart sank a little. I started to wonder what that whole tease was about, but I knew it has been a long day and I’ve never been one to protest. So, I nodded, smiled back at you and took another sip. You turned over your shoulder and headed down the hallway, but halfway down you yelled back, “Are you coming or not?” In eager surprise, I tossed back what was left of my whiskey, probably more than I should have in one go but it didn’t faze me in that moment. I took off down the hallway at a light jog, but by the time I got there you had already made it to your bedroom. You had left the door slightly open and I could see a sliver of yellow light coming from the bedside lamp. When I pushed my way through the door, I was surprised to find you standing in the middle of the room facing the door. Your posture was impatient, arms crossed and weight shifted to one side.

“Took you long enough,” you teased, but you unfolded your arms with a smile. You walked toward me, hooked your fingers into escort bursa my front belt loops and pulled my hips into yours. You kissed me hard, asserting your intentions, erasing any doubt left in my mind. I brushed my thumbs along your jawline and started to thread my fingers into your hair, but you grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms out to the sides and then folded my hands behind my own head before running your hands down my shoulders and onto my chest.

“Not yet,” you whispered so quietly that I felt it as your lips moved against my own more than I heard it. I had talked about putting my hands in your hair so much, you know how desperately I wanted to. But you were going to make me wait, and I was willing to play along. I nodded my understanding and smiled back into your kiss.

While kissing down my neck, you pushed my shirt up with your left hand. Goosebumps followed the path of your lips down my body: first my neck, then my chest, stomach, and right hip. Your lips traced the line that your fingers had in the kitchen, across the front of my stomach, just above the top of my pants. I watched you kneel as you did this. The sight of you down there and the feeling of your lips along my beltline were almost too much to handle. I exhaled slowly, trying my best to keep my composure, but you made me inhale sharply when you bit the skin on my right hip. Clearly, you did not want me to keep it together. You kissed your way back up my stomach and chest to my neck where you made me inhale sharply again with another bite placed on the right side of my neck. You finished pulling my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor before sliding your right hand into my panties without unbuttoning my jeans. Your other hand was on my lower back, pulling me closer. Your fingers went to work, quickly working me toward an orgasm, but that wasn’t bursa escort bayan how you wanted to make me come. You guided me backward toward the bed, unfastening my jeans as you went. When we got to the edge of the bed, you pushed me back on it. Then you grabbed my jeans and underwear at the top of both hips, pulling both off in one, easy motion.

Your tongue took over for your fingers. I fell back on my elbows, trying to catch my breath without any success. I looked down at you – your pretty face looked damn good between my thighs, even better than I had imagined. I thought, maybe now you would let me touch you. So, I reached down, but before I could get anywhere near you, you grabbed my wrists again and pinned my hands to the bed. I pulled against your hands, arching my back into the bed, but you held fast onto my wrists. I realized then that you were going to make me wait until the last possible minute, but at the pace your tongue was working, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Every exhale came out as a moan and I felt the rush building between my thighs. I looked back down at you and, almost without thinking, sighed your name. Your eyes met mine briefly. The sight of you combined with the feeling of your tongue was enough to push me right up to the edge. I pulled against your hands again and this time you decided to let go. When my wrists broke free, I buried both hands into your hair, pushing it back away from your face with my left and grasping a fistful with my right. I had thought about it a few times – the way a fistful of your hair would feel as I come – but it felt so much better than I had even imagined. I called your name again when I came, this time much louder than a sigh and surrounded by four letter words. When I finished, I feel back onto the bed. You gently kissed my inner thigh, making me inhale sharply one last time. You climbed up toward me and straddled my waist with your hands on my sternum. I looked up at you, looking down at me, while I ran my hands up your thighs and under the skirt of your dress. Now that you had finally let me touch you, I never wanted to stop.

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