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As soon as he opened the door, he knew he was in trouble. Blond-haired Joseph stood just a few feet in front of a man that he clearly recognized as his lover’s husband. Thirty-three-year-old Damian was a towering African-American man with long dreadlocks and well-built arms. Upon close inspection, he seemed like the kind of guy that numerous women would be swooning over. But judging by his blank stare, which caused Joseph to freeze himself in newfound dread, he wasn’t in the mood for a friendly visit.

Damian’s baritone voice emitted an alluring presence in Joseph’s ears. “I know about you and my wife.”

Joseph, a twenty-year-old white man, didn’t know what to do. He breathed through his nose before asking, “How…how did you find out?”

Damian took one slow step forward. “I saw the two of you at Staples Center watching the Lakers game. I saw everything, including the way the two of you fondled each other all evening.”

“I can explain everything.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have to do that. Let me in.”

Joseph took deeper breaths. “I don’t think I should.”

“I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

“Why should I?”

“I’ve already accepted that my wife has been cheating on me for weeks. She’s nothing to me now.”

“So what does that make me?”

“Let me in and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Joseph shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

He was about to slam the door on Damian’s face when the visitor pushed away the swinging door and led himself in the apartment without permission. He slammed the door shut right away.

Joseph didn’t know what to do. He was trapped in his own home. He leaned against the couch while keeping his steady gaze at Damian, who looked around as if observing to adapt to a new environment.

“I can only assume that this is where you like to fuck her.”

Joseph started to shiver. He just had to tell the truth. “It happened twice…maybe three times.”

Damian’s blank stare didn’t change. “She liked it, didn’t she?”

“Yes, she did.”

Damian took a few more steps forward before being just a few inches away from Joseph, who was a few inches shorter than him. “Like I said, she’s nothing to me now. But you still have something to do with this, and that’s a problem.”

Joseph could smell the masculine tendencies which instigated off of Damian’s body and clothes. “To tell you the truth, I’m nervous right now. I don’t know what from me.”

“I just want payback.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Damian eyed him from top to bottom. “You do look handsome. No wonder my wife has already taken a liking to you.”

“Uh…thanks.”

Damian stepped back. “Take off your shirt.”

Mild confusion interfered with Joseph’s critical thinking skills. He hesitated when asking, “Why should I do that?”

“Because I say so. Now do it. And do it slowly.”

To avoid any missteps regarding life endangerment, bucak escort Joseph took off his t-shirt in an unhurried manner. He threw it on the couch and murmured, “Well, I did it. Now what?”

Damian had his eyes on the young man’s hairless abs, but a change in expression didn’t take effect just yet. “Now take off your jeans.”

“You’re going somewhere with this, aren’t you?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

Joseph grabbed his blue jeans and slid it down his legs. Once it reached his ankles, he kicked it aside before doing the same with his boxer shorts. He was not completely naked in front of his visitor.

Damian didn’t utter a single word when he eyed him in all directions, a look of sheer determination arising for just a few seconds. He walked around the blond man to get a good look at his entire bare body. Joseph didn’t move a muscle, even as Damian, coming from behind, lowered his head and kissed him on the shoulder. Joseph gasped, but he stood still. He didn’t know what to do. Fear, bewilderment, and a dash of excitement overwhelmed his five senses.

Damian whispered in his ear, “Tonight, I’m making you mine.”

By now, Joseph knew what was going to happen. Damian sought official retribution against his cheating wife, and his sexual urge was his weapon of choice.

Joseph murmured, “But what about your wife?”

“She’s not important. This is now between you and me, and I’m in charge. Turn around.”

Joseph did a 180-degree turn without complaints. Damian had already taken off his own shirt.

“How do I look?”

Joseph examined his muscular physique. The arms and abs appeared authentic, almost to the point that it produced an uncharted allure towards Joseph’s philosophical foundation.

“You look like a hunk.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

Joseph repeated his statement but with more charisma.

Damian kept his blank stare as he took off his pants and boxer shorts and hurled them in the corner. Joseph looked down to see the massive black cock that stood erect. Damian, as a matter of fact, had a body that demonstrated true strength and buoyancy. It represented an image of a well-built stallion.

Now, the two of them stood naked as complete opposites: dark and light skin, black and blond hair, authority and obedience.

Damian pointed at his cock. “Suck it right now.”

Joseph was almost speechless. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “Don’t think, just feel. You will taste it, and you will like it.”

After taking a deep breath, Joseph got down on his knees and began a long journey to a new world. He kissed Damian’s precious black cock before licking it from all sides.

Damian’s baritone voice became a reliable administrator for his new boy toy. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

Joseph whispered, “Whatever you say.”

“Suck it hard. Don’t say anything. Just bulancak escort do it.”

It didn’t take long for Joseph to stuff the entire cock deep inside his mouth. He couldn’t fathom the entire situation just yet. He didn’t question why he now had a big dick in his mouth. It just happened.

Damian asked, “You like that, don’t ya?”

Joseph didn’t answer. He just kept sucking it. Damian’s dick was so big that Joseph almost choked on it. He nevertheless swung his head forward and backward to receive the full flavor of a long hard cock.

“Come on, now. Do it faster. FASTER.”

Joseph picked up speed with his head movements. This time, Damian grabbed his head with his hands and moved it any way he wanted. Joseph didn’t struggle as he let him satisfy his own needs. The black cock did wonders to the blond man’s psyche. He had never done this sort of thing before. It felt strange, but at the same time, it was also a moderately unique experience.

Damian’s anticipated ejaculation came true as Joseph could feel the unwelcome slime flooding his mouth.

“Don’t spit it out.”

By obeying his command, the blond man swallowed the creamy substance with one gulp. More warm cream squirted from out of the shaft, and Joseph took the time swallowing everything given to him. Once Damian pulled his cock out from his mouth, Joseph had to take deep breaths from almost suffocating with such an enormous piece of Damian’s manhood in his mouth. He looked up to see a slight change to Damian’s neutral expression. A little half-smile formed on his face.

“How does it taste?”

Joseph licked off the remaining residue off of his lips. “It’s warm and thick.”

“Good. Now lie down on the floor.”

Without protesting, Joseph did what he was told. He lay on his stomach and waited for the impending human experiment about to unfold in the living room.

Damian was now on top of him. “I’m going to do the same thing you’ve done with my wife.”

Joseph felt a certain serpent touching his buttock. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Don’t ignore it. Feel it.”

Joseph could feel the warm intruder touching the walls of his little passageway. He clenched his teeth as such a mammoth entity wedged itself through. Once it hit the right spot from deep inside, Joseph closed his eyes and let out a long whimper.

Damian whispered, “Don’t try to fight it.”

He started thrusting in and out of his wife’s boyfriend, someone who was now no longer her cherished secret. Joseph moaned with every other thrust. It didn’t take long for him to embrace the truth. Damian kept smacking his ass with his hips while striking his inner tube with his prized possession.

“How does it feel?”

Joseph groaned. “It feels good!”

“That’s right. Take it!”

Damian grabbed him by the arms as his forward propulsion took effect with no sign of cooling down whatsoever.

Joseph bulanık escort cried out, “Oh, don’t stop! Please!”

“Tell me that you’re mine!”

“You own me!”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Damian didn’t stop pounding him right on the carpet. It was a continuous loop, fueling a growing quantity of high spirits without giving the hint of it ever discontinuing. The nonstop shoving grew faster and harder. The burning sensation from down below became a part of an untried practice for Joseph. He, however, didn’t move as he lay on his stomach, the soft and fragile threads of the carpet tickling his skin. Another man had complete control over his actions, and he followed the new set of rules that Damian had bestowed upon him.

“Oh, fuck!”

Joseph could no longer comprehend the intricacies of following the correct time. The dictatorial retribution in the shape of Damian’s primal instincts must have lasted longer than fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. But Joseph didn’t yearn for a fitting conclusion just yet. He still let his visitor break through his narrow hole for as long as he desired. The feeling of someone lying right on his back didn’t disturb Joseph at all. His panting grew quicker, his moaning grew louder, and his willingness to expose himself to Damian’s method of payback was near completion.

Damian thrust his cock deeper than ever before completing his long-awaited climax. Joseph’s final squeal was the loudest. He didn’t feel it just yet, but he imagined the thick creamy discharge filling up his vessel right about now.

Exhausted, Damian rested his head on Joseph’s shoulder and calmed his muscles. Both of them lay still on the carpet. Loud noises no longer became a nuisance in the living room as everything grew silent. The profound weight on Joseph’s back did little to lighten the blond man’s heavy breathing. The warm moisture in the room was enough for a few drops of sweat to slide down Joseph’s own skin. He could feel Damian’s perspiring chest and legs as they were pressed down behind him. It didn’t concern his senses in a negative manner because such an unfamiliar feeling did wonders to his current state of mind. He couldn’t fathom how it reworked itself, but the continuous animation he felt when Damian kept inserting his solid shaft in and out of him encompassed a more encouraging outcome for his heart and soul.

Damian kissed Joseph’s shoulder once again. After such a vigorous exercise in genuine retribution, a sweeter and simpler act proved to be such a relief to the younger man. Intimacy for someone of the same sex didn’t become a novelty for Joseph until now.

“I can’t believe it. This is my first time with another guy.”

Damian replied, “It won’t be the last.”

The visitor kept his black cock deep inside his new lover’s lower hole, but he relocated his mouth right above Joseph’s ear. His baritone whisper made the blond man’s entire body shiver. “My wife has betrayed me. And because of that, she won’t see you again. Instead, you will be seeing me. I’m keeping you as my own little secret. Understand that.”

Despite exhaustion, Joseph murmured, “Don’t worry. I do.”

“Give her a call and tell her that you’re through with her.”

“I will.”

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Small towns can be wonderful places, with a sense of belonging and community. However they are also a source of frustration to every man who wants some uninhibited sex with no holds barred and plenty of sweat and cum for all. I lived in just such a town and I was not a happy chap. My balls ached with the need for some anonymous, raunchy sex with strangers jerking off in the local toilet block as people who knew you were just the other side of the door only had so many thrills in it. I like size and numbers, I don’t want to know who they are just stick it in and fuck my arse and / or throat until you blow your load in and on me. I’ll take on you and your mates, one at a time or all at once, two in my hole, two in my face and one each hand if you like. If it happens to be huge even better.

The main highway ran through town and at least that had large numbers of truckers, tourists and the like, it was just where do you meet them to get it on without the coppers ruining a perfect fuck. The answer for me came in the form of a CB.

By listening to the truckers yarning for a few weeks I realised that they used a particular stop about an hour east of my town. They always seemed to call in an all clear and Madson bridge. Then there’d be maybe half a dozen or so who’d respond and apparently pull in.

I travelled out there and found a large truck bay and ablution block set down by the river below the road bridge. The place couldn’t be seen from the road and there was plenty of space for the semis to pull up and the drivers get their rest. The police had been cracking down on tired drivers and so there was a real reason to stop and recuperate! As such the police tended to give them a break while here and not hassle them.

I pulled up just opposite the toilet block and watched for a short time before wandering over for quick piss and to check out the facilities. There was no-one there and the block consisted of 2 toilet cubicles and a shower stall plus the usual urinal. There were glory holes in all the walls and the usual scribbling on the walls good signs. I left and planned to return when I heard the truckers giving the all clear.

***

The all clear came only three days later, which was fortunate as I was in danger of wearing out my cock wanking. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I was sitting on a dong at the time of hearing the all clear so I was READY! Open clean and really, really ready!

By the time I’d travelled the 60Kms or so I was nearly drooling from both ends. I’d heard about a dozen calls in after the all clear and I was madly imagining a trucker gangbang with me as the cum pot! I pulled off the road and down to the parking area opposite the ablutions block. There were 9 rigs pulled up already!

I quickly parked and headed into the block. I could hear the sound of running water as I approached so at least I’d get to perve on some naked male body if nothing else. Inside as I turned the corner from the bright outside light I dimly saw a few men suddenly move apart at the urinal. I stopped to let my eyes adjust to the gloom, looking up I saw the globe was missing, I approved. I leant back against the wall and unzipped my jeans watching the participants already there relax and return to their activities.

At the urinals there are three men. The two younger ones are on either side and they seem to be stroking the big bruiser in the middle together. Two more men are leaning against the wall next to me, both have towels over the shoulders as if waiting for the shower and both have revealed the erect cocks sticking up out of their jeans. The shower door open and there is a small femmy looking guy bent from the waist taking a full length ploughing from a fat bellied trucker bergama escort with a long cock.

As I stay there I realise that the femmy is hanging onto a cock coming through the wall and both booths are busy. I’ve walked in to an orgy!

There was a groan from the end booth just as another rig pulled in to the park, it was getting towards dusk and quite a few would pull up and rest for a few hours before travelling on in the peace of night. If they were lucky they’d get a piece while here and if I was lucky I’d be that piece.

The cubicle in the middle opened and a man came out tucking his shirt in. I quickly moved to get in there as the other two waiting nodded their assent. The man emerging had just shot all over the femmys face and he was trying to wipe it off with his fingers while being power fucked.

In the cubicle I could see there were holes in both walls and the door. I stripped off putting my clothes on the cistern away from the semen and piss on the floor. I peered through the glory hole to my left to watch the face of the femmy as the fat guy really drove it home. He was grimacing and grunting, the wet slapping sounds of the assault upon his ass were rising in tempo and then a loud groan announced the fat giuys orgasm. The femmy pressed back and squealed like a day old pig and began to furiously beat his tiny cock. The fat guy saw this and slapped his hand away telling him he had to wait. The femmy pleaded but the fat guy just pulled out and finished showering. I stuck my cock through to the femmy and was quickly rewarded by him sucking my cock down his slut throat. I groaned with lust as he worked my cock with his throat muscles and tongue. His fingers came through the rather large glory hole and groped my balls pulling on them hard before slipping and digit up my hole.

I didn’t want to cum yet but it was just too much and I shot into his mouth, groaning and banging against the partition.

I pulled my cock back and rested on the pan but saw a cock come through the other hole. It was a nice 7 or 8 inches of thick throbbing cock. I grasped it and wanked it a couple of times before the owner told me to get it in my mouth. I stood up and placed my mouth over his cock and pushed my face towards the partition. His cock invaded my mouth travelling across my tongue and into my throat. Behind me the femmy got a close up of my arse and soon I felt fingers probing my hole again.

I groaned around the cock in my face, rapidly working my tongue across the underside of the cock and revelling in the filthy lust of the situation. Total strangers were using me for sex and I just wanted more. My arse was close enough to the wall for a cock to come through the wall and enter me. I was fully engaged in sucking when on did.

At first I thought the femmy guy must have pushed fingers in because the intruder was much bigger than his little cock but the sound was of the fat guy grunting again. God it was long, no wonder the femmy guy had grimaced. I rocked back and forth between the cock in my mouth and the one in my arse slobbering at both ends waiting to be a cum bucket.

The guy in my mouth shot off first sending most of it down my throat but same git smeared across my face. He pulled out, thanked me and left.

The fat guy started to pound me much faster and harder I was expecting a cum enema any time when suddenly another cock appeared before my face.

It was black! I shivered; pulling up tight on the cock in my bowels and making him groan and fill me with juice.

While the man fucking my arse groaned and shot me full I swallowed the black cock as quick as I could. My first black cock and a gang bang! It wasn’t huge but it was the colour of pitch biga escort with a purple head and it was iron hard.

I licked it, I sucked it, I smelt it I worshipped it until I was told to swallow it whitey and I did just that. He came too soon for me but I swallowed every drop, even licking the hole clean once he’d pulled out.

No cocks appeared for a few minutes so I sat back and gently wanked then a face appeared at the shower hole. It was the man who’d stood next to me earlier. He asked if ZI was taking anyone and how?

”I take; both ends, bareback and I swallow.”

He sighed, stood up and introduced me to his cock. He pushed his hips a little forward giving me better access to his cock and emerging balls. As I bent to my task again he spoke to someone the other side and said, “He’s game for it.”

I wondered what it was, but not for long.

He pulled out of my mouth and told me to “Get round here”, they needed a cum puddle and I was going to be it. I almost came with excitement. I was out of my cubicle so fast it made those present to laugh, the men at the urinal had turned about and I saw the largest cock I’d ever seen on a man. Both the younger men had a hand around it and still a good length jutted past their fingers.

I knelt at the feet of the man in the shower who was now naked. He was towering over me and it made his impressive cock all the more so. I licked its length and would have taken my time but someone else came into the shower and lifted me up by the waist before slipping a hard hot naked cock into my rectum.

The two men pushed and pulled for a few minutes before the man in my arse groaned and rammed fully in to me filling me with semen. He throbbed for a short while deep in my hole before pulling out and leaving a trail of goo running down my inner thighs. I held on to the thighs before me and gave him the best deep throat I could. He was giving the other men present a blow by blow description and was clearly enjoying it. He called to another man to get it up that slack hole. I felt someone part me cheeks and step up against my thighs. A hard cock pressed directly between my swelling arse lips and he pushed in.

Most men, in my experience only last a few minutes once they get their cock into a hot hole. This one was no different. I’d only just started to get used to his rhythm when he became uncoordinated and jerked to a standstill inside me. I could feel the head of his cock throbbing right up inside my guts and this had me trembling with excitement.

The man I was sucking still remained hard, unusually and was still describing the action. Drool stretched from both my holes to the floor of the shower.

The man in my mouth decided to get it over with and pushed down on to my knees with my back against the wall. He pinned my head between his hands and the wall and looked down at me, “You better take a deep breath cos I’m not stopping or pulling out for anything. Gag, choke, puke, pass out or die you’re going to take my cock down your throat till I’m satisfied”

With that he lunged his hips forward and the head of his cock plunged as far into my throat as it could reach. He furiously fucked my throat, pulling completely out then right down to the pubic bone. My nose and lips were getting bruised and the back of my head was hammered against the partition. Some other men present cheered and I swooned as he raced towards his balls firing into my gullet. It was most probably the longest and sexiest couple of minutes in my life but eventually he groaned one last time and remained deep in my throat instead of pulling back and forth. His balls crept up against my chin and his throbbing cock pumped semen so deeply in to me I didn’t bornova escort taste a thing until he pulled out and made me gently lick him clean.

As he quickly showered off I saw that the man with the huge cock was trying to get it in to one of the young men but the bitch was squealing like a virgin and he couldn’t get his pole to enter.

I called across to him to “Fuck my bitch hole” and got unsteadily to my feet. I lent against the wall my chest pressed against it and looked back over my shoulder to watch this man mountain push the squealing queen away and approach. I spasmed in fear, excitement and lust sending a gush of semen and goo down my legs, I was going to need all the lube available in my slack hole to satisfy this monster. Not only was his cock longer than anything I’d ever seen on a living man but it was VERY thick. Only a man of his enormous overall size had enough blood to fill something that size.

He walked up behind me his erection swinging heavily before him. “ You really think you can take me huh?”

“I wasn’t so sure this close but I wanted him to try me out. “Uh hu. Take me big boy” I said with a flirty wiggle of my hips.

“It’s your funeral” he said with a shrug and reached out to take me by the hips.

Being much taller than me he lifted me off the floor and sort of placed me on the end of his cock. The enormous swelling that was the head of it he used as a stool to sit my arse on. I sort of perched on the end of it, my arse lips beginning to spread apart and let it slowly pass inside.

He grunted, “You might just do it girly.”

Then he pulled my hips towards his and thrust forward at the same time. I screamed with the burning pain. I sobbed and begged him to, “Stop, go slow please your tearing me apart.”

He just grunted and began to use me like a wanking toy lifting up and down his erection. ”You said I could fuck you and I’m going to!”

The other men present were now all watching. Some were commenting on my taking Bear and how they’d never seen any bitch do it before. I’d have been complimented if I wasn’t in such pain. There was a deep burning in my guts and my arsehole felt as if it had actually torn open.

I hung in his hands, my chest still pressed against the wall as I was slid up and down, I couldn’t resist and just hoped I’d survive. He settled in to a rhythm and soon sawed a nice clean hole up into my bowels. The semen already there along with my own mucus began to make passage easier and I began to feel better about the extreme sport I’d indulged in.

As I became better lubed I became looser, a very relative term in the circumstances and Bear was able to slide into me deeper with each thrust. This made me groan and grunt each time he hit bottom but he seemed to like this and it drove him on to drive in to me deeper.

After about ten minutes I realised he was giving me the full length of his cock and I knew I was getting the fucking of my life. Bear was sweating and grunting furiously as he lifted me off his cock and then let me fall back on to it. His breathing became laboured and his efforts became less rhythmic until he eventually just shoved it in and held me there while he trembled and his enormous cock swelled and throbbed in my rectum. His balls seemed to fire their load in to me. It was the first time I could really say I felt the load hitting the walls of my hole.

He pulled me off his cock and dropped me like a used tissue. I slumped to the floor with a gush of semen falling from my gaping hole. I lay face down recovering as Bear left the toilet and the others went about their own debaucheries. A couple came over to me but when they checked out how used up I was they realised I wasn’t worth the effort.

I eventually moved after about fifteen minutes and after struggling in to my jeans I managed to get out to my car. I noticed Bear climbing in to a rig, Marsdens Trucking. I’d have to keep an eye out for that and then I turned for home. I’d not need cock for a little while yet.

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Next morning I woke to Mark in my arms. That was nice. Felt homey. The guy had really bulked up since I last cuddled him years ago, he had to be at least two-three sizes larger than me, not that I was that small, but he was that large. It was a little amusing to have the big guy as my little spoon like that.

He was awake before me and turned his head up to me as I started shifting.

“Since when do you sleep so long?” he asked as the very first thing.

“Since I have good company I guess.” I half yawned to him.

“Well, get that dick out of my crack or slide it in.” he said lifting the lube to my face.

I laughed hard at our morning conversation, I don’t know if I’ve just had the wrong girls, or it took a man to understand the entire morning glory question. Fuck yeah, nothing like starting the morning off well. He just raised me an eyebrow with a puzzled smile.

“I think that was the best thing you have ever said to me.” I said grabbing the lube off of him and kissing him. Damn, his lips felt good. Did they feel as good last night? Or do they just get better?

“I can say that to you every morning I have your dick between my buttocks.” he snickered with a wide smile.

“I’ll take it.” I grinned and squirted some lube on my fingers.

I gently pressed two fingers in him and was immediately rewarded with a moan. I could get used to that and I think I might have been in love with that ass of his, so warm and hugging.

I opened him up a little and coated myself for him as he shifted onto his back and invited me between his legs. I kissed him as I eased into him and god how I enjoyed him moaning and whimpering on my lips… and his ass, I don’t know if it’s just that fucking ass is great, but god his ass felt great.

I stayed still for a moment as I got all the way in to give him a moment to adjust, but he already murmured that he’s all good and asked me to fuck him before kissing me eagerly and digging his fingers into my skin.

He wiggled his position under me before groaning with deep satisfaction and asking for more. Our hands browsed each other with fascination and he gripped my ass pulling me deeper. He felt good, real good.

He stroked himself leisurely meeting just half of my pace, murmuring how good I felt and pulling my lips back on his.

“Damn, Mark you’re going to make me cum like this.” I chuckled on his lips.

“Good, me too.” He chuckled back.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” He grinned and jerked off faster.

We kissed eagerly as we worked each other to our climaxes and half-sighed, half-moaned in bliss as our bodies stiffened under our orgasms.

We laid entangled on top of each other and panted for air. Damn that had felt good. God, was I seriously ‘that’ bisexual? Or was I just bi for Mark?

I rolled off of him and thought back to his wish to not to just fool around. Would I really be in a relationship with a man? I guess we’d have a great relationship, he’s my best mate after all, but to actually be in an actual relationship with him?

And… I guess that it’s only logical that he’d want to fuck me sooner or later. Would I let him? Would I enjoy it like he did?

“A penny for your thoughts?” Mark asked, bringing me back to the current moment and handed me a towel to clean myself.

“Sorry, I… this is just a bit new.” I said gesturing at us.

“Good new I hope?”

“Yeah… yeah.”

“So, we’re just… seeing how we go?”

“Uhm, yeah.”

“What’s up today?”

“I guess I should face the aftermath at home.”

“A coffee before you go?”

“Sure.”

We got dressed and made our way to his kitchen where Kate had already brewed a pot of coffee. Mark filled two mugs and we joined Kate out on the porch, noticing her hand in a splint.

She had a few fractures and had refused a cast that Josh so persistently had demanded. Josh is my oldest brother, 36 now, an ortho surgeon who spends most of his working hours in the ER.

We drank our coffees and I excused myself home, giving Mark a kiss on the way that made Kate stare at us wide eyed, before biting her grinning lip as I tried my best not to blush. I guess even Mark hadn’t expected that kiss as he looked at me pleasantly surprised.

Surprisingly the house was like a ghost house, with no soul in the common areas. I helped myself to some breakfast and wondered with what I’d keep myself busy with for the weekend. Ma’ did want a pergola over the new porch…

It was absolutely amazing how efficiently I worked as I tried to avoid my own thoughts, but sadly that worked only until the measuring and cutting was done and my confusion with everything Mark resurfaced.

I could in no way deny that I liked his body on mine, sexually or not, he’s always felt homey for me. Had I just been blind about myself all this time? Could I even compare him to my past girlfriends? I mean he’s my best friend, that already gives him a great advantage… But… I guess I was just scared to face the truth.

I’d gotten most of the project balçova escort done by late afternoon as I saw Joshes town car pull up by the house, but interestingly he didn’t even step by to say hello and went straight to the house. Even the kids, who usually ran over and suffocated me in a group hug. Maybe they just didn’t notice me?

Josh never ‘just’ visited either, he was far too busy for that, so I had to wonder what brought him by and the fact that Carol wasn’t with him made me wonder even more. But for the time being I just shrugged it off and carried on with my project.

Some time later ma’ called me for dinner, but I just told her I’ll do the last tiny bit that I still needed to do and eat later.

I was literally at the last screw when Josh joined me outside sometime later, looking clearly distressed.

We had a brotherly hug and I asked what brought him by. With a blank expression he replied “Okay, lets get this over with – Carol left and filed for divorce.”

“What?!” I asked in sheer shock. I was sixteen when they got married after years of dating. They were my second perfect example of a couple besides our folks.

“Yeah…” Josh sighed uneasily.

“Why?” I batted my eyes of shock. Had he just said she left?

“I can only guess, she just left.”

“Seriously? What about the kids?” I stared at him wide eyed, I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Left them.”

“Oh jesus…” I muttered, pulling him into a hug.

“Yeah…”

“She just left?”

“That’s what I said.”

“How the fuck are you coping?”

“Have to.” he muttered, pulling away, his look clearly pained “Can we talk about anything else? Like anything?”

“Well, Mark’s gay and Jake got beat up by a girl.”

Josh stared at me like I had just confessed murder and took a few seconds to answer. “Mark’s gay? Since when?” he asked me bewildered.

“Since forever apparently.”

“The hell he has.”

“We’re not having a conversation where I have to prove that my best mates gay.”

“You are joking, right? I mean this would have come up at one point before.”

“Fuck off Josh, I just found out too.”

“Shit, you’re really serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait-wait-wait… so what exactly happened yesterday? I thought Jake made a move on Kate and Mark turned into papa bear.”

I gave him a quick look over of another friendly gathering at the Dales and he had a good laugh as he asked specifying questions. Since my folks had offered a game night with the kids to give Josh some personal time, we decided on heading to Marks to drink his sorrows away after I’d fetched myself some dinner and showered.

We decided on my car as his car barely survives on our roads anyhow and the first question Josh asked when we shut the doors was “You really didn’t know he was gay?”

“Nope, had quite a surprise two weeks ago…”

“What made him tell after all this time?”

“Lets just say that I learned the value of knocking and he was literally in a position he couldn’t deny it.”

Josh had a good chuckle and asked “So he has someone?”

“Nah, that was just a friend of mine visiting, who apparently is bi as it turned out.”

“You fine with him, you know… being gay and so close to you?”

‘You have no idea how close’ echoed in my head, but luckily I still had better judgement and said “Sure, I mean we all have friends of the gender we prefer. So it’s all good, we’re all good.”

“You really didn’t know?” he asked again, like asking it again and again would have changed the answer. I just rolled my eyes to him with a little head shake and he noted “Damn, I really should come home more often.”

“Yeah, it’s some weird drama phase here.”

“Anything to get my mind off of Carol.”

“Well Kate thinks you’re gorgeous, her own words.”

“Too heartbroken to even think about it.”

“Can’t even imagine.”

“I still can’t believe that twelve years of marriage is just gone.”

“Well I haven’t even got past the two year milestone, so I can’t really empathize.”

“I wouldn’t want you to. Not really a joyful place to be at.”

We found them already on their first drinks on the living room floor playing what looked like poker with rum as the currency, but the trick was for the losing party to always drink half that was betted as Kate explained to us later.

“I think she’s just trying to get me drunk.” Mark said as she’d finished the explaining and got us each a bottle to join the game.

“Oh sweetie, I don’t need to get you drunk to get what I want.” Kate murmured to him deviously and I did wonder a little what that was about.

Mark just rolled his eyes at her and dealt the cards as he did a quick catch up with Josh. We talked over the events of last night, sharing a few good laughs and some moments of thought. Then there was the obviously unavoidable topic of Joshes divorce, but he shut that topic off almost immediately.

We wrapped up the game an hour later and feeling all rather dipsy, bandırma escort with Josh being undeniably drunk, but still decent and Kate took him outside smoking, giving us two a little devious smile as they headed out.

Josh was interestingly the only one in our family who smoked, but as the white sheep of the family he didn’t want anyone to know and never smoked at home. Although I suspected that after twenty years of smoking, everyone suspected that he did. Though I had found out just because I used to sneak off to smoke to the same place he did.

With them outside I finally dared to look at Mark without turning my look away immediately. It seemed that he’d been waiting for the same moment, gazing back at me like he’d crawl over any second. And I wanted him to, I almost couldn’t care that Josh was right outside.

“Should put the stuff away.” he finally said looking away from me and started gathering cards.

“Yeah.” I said, grabbing the bottles of rum and taking them to his liqueur cupboard.

He soon followed me to the kitchen and got a bottle of what looked like a premixed cocktail offering me a glass as well. I gladly agreed and walked over to him, standing a bit too close to him, inhaling his scent from his neck.

“Jona…” he groaned softly.

“Why do I want this Mark?” I asked whispering, trailing my nose along his neck.

He turned around and cupped my face, gazing me in my eyes, he asked “Why ‘do’ you want this?”

“You’re my Mark, no one can really top that.” I said, caressing his cheek, surprised that such a gesture already seemed so natural to me.

“I hope to god you’re serious here.”

“I am, I swear on my best mate.”

Mark snorted out a laugh and shook his head, giving me a disapproving look saying “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Are you done trying to ruin my weeks of hard work accepting this and kiss me already?”

“Only because you’re so freaking cute.” He murmured trailing his nose along between my lips before giving me his.

My heart skipped at least two beats as our lips brushed against each others. No, kissing no one had felt like that. We pulled each other closer, feeling the others heart beat against our chests, savouring the feel of our bodies.

“Okay, jesus, do you want to get caught?” Mark chuckled, pulling away from me.

“Maybe not today.” I answered suddenly wondering what would actually happen if we’d declare our relationship, if it was a relationship, wasn’t it?

“Figured. Playstation?”

“Tekken?”

“Crash?”

“Fine, Crash.”

We played a few good rounds before Kate and Josh rejoined our company. Josh looked oddly focused and at peace after their smoke. Interesting. They joined our game and we played a few tournaments before it was late enough to be on our way.

Kate invited Josh for a last smoke outside and Mark took the opportunity to pull me into the kitchen again and made out with me like crazy, saying I’m always welcome to sneak in his bed when I feel like it and had a good chuckle with an approving smile when I had to adjust myself before heading out.

Josh gave me an odd look as we joined them outside, but shrugged it off quickly, but after long enough to have me wondering. We said our goodbyes as he finished his smoke and made our way home.

Having passed our drive in silence, he prompted for my attention as we got out of the car, saying a simple “Jona.” as he stood in the doorway of the car, tapping his fingers as he always did when he was thinking intensely or nervous.

“Yeah?” I asked, feeling oddly anxious over our last ten minutes.

“So, uhm… are you and Mark… are you gay?” he asked looking away from me.

Damn. Wasn’t ready for that. I felt my face heat up and my hands quiver from anxiety. Okay, Josh was a rational, calm and intelligent person, what harm would it do to admit my uncertainties to him? I took a few seconds to gather my response before saying “I-I don’t know, probably.” as I myself really had started to wonder if I was a little more than just bisexual.

We stood in silence a few moments between the car doors before he said “Just, uhm… you know… we’re okay if you are.”

“Okay.” I muttered feeling my heart thud in my chest like crazy.

“Don’t let me knowing stop you from going back.” he said, shutting the door and walking towards the house.

“Thanks bro.” After a few moments of thought I didn’t have a single reason not to go back. Sleeping in an empty bed really wasn’t my first choice. Damn, Josh had always been an amazing brother.

I’d just come out to my brother. Was I really starting to come out as gay? I was just straight two weeks ago. Alright, allegedly straight, fine.

I’d fully expected to start panicking or feel anxious, but I didn’t. I felt calm. Relieved even.

I drove back and stared at Mark from the doorway, the hallway light lighting him. He’d pulled up to a ball cuddling his duvet, his face at such peace from his sleep. I always envied bayraklı escort how easily he could fall asleep, like it had been an half an hour the most.

I knelt down next to him, looking at his face less than a metre from him. He always looked so at ease sleeping, but now I saw him in a completely new light. How adorable his flat nose was. How oddly sexy his beard looked – that was so unkept that it already looked kept – and his chin length hair, that was just as wild as his beard.

“Mark.” I whispered, caressing his cheek, waking him up from his sleep. He batted his eyes trying to reconnect with the reality and slowly focused on me and smiled sweetly saying “I didn’t think you’d come back tonight.” and pulled the duvet back invitingly.

“Well… Josh basically told me to come back.”

“What? Why?”

“He must have noticed us or I don’t know, asked if I’m gay.”

“Seriously? What did you say?” he asked lifting his body up and squeezing my shoulder in a worried way, all the sleepiness gone from his face.

“That I probably am.”

“Oh fuck, Jona.” he hastily mumbled and pulled me down on top of him, kissing me like there was no way on earth he could kiss me enough in his lifetime.

He pulled away from me and gazed me into my eyes in the dim room, I couldn’t really see his look, just that it was directed to my eyes. We stayed like that for a few moments and he pulled me back on his lips.

We made out like we’d have all the time in the world, feeling each other like it was the first time touching one another. It felt really good being in his arms. I couldn’t say that I’d felt like that with anyone else.

He groped my now very hard dick and ordered me to fuck him. I just smirked, squirting some lube on my fingers and rubbing it onto his hole. He hummed softly, reaching between his legs to casually stroke his cock.

I bit my lip when I pushed a finger into him, feeling that incredible tightness and warmth of him and my cock twitched in anticipation of being buried there.

Once Mark was prepped, I got into position, nudging my cock against his ass. I was the one moaning as I eased myself into him, there was absolutely no place I’d rather be.

As I repeatedly thrusted in him, I let my eyes trail down from his relaxed face to the bulky arm stroking his cock, to his core tensing and flexing together with each of my thrusts, to the cock pulsing and wet in his firm grip. Seeing my cock sliding in and out of him under his balls was almost the surreal cherry on top of this beautiful sundae.

I knew we did the same in the morning, but it was somehow different. I felt so connected to him. I leaned down and kissed his neck once before he suddenly reached for my chin, gripping it, and pulling me up for some deeply tender, tongue-sloppy kissing.

We breathed heavily against each other as we enjoyed one another, the silence in the room only punctured by the gentle moans and the constant slap of skin on skin. It was perfect.

I grunted against his lips after a while murmuring “I’m close.”

“Not yet,” he muttered.

“What?” Had he just asked me not to cum?

“Don’t cum yet. I want to do something.” he said with a grin before snaking an arm around me.

He rolled us over, with me on my back with him on top of me. I grunted a bit when my cock slipped out of him, twitching to get his release. But Mark had other ideas. He kissed me once before working his way down my body slowly and I moaned loudly when he engulfed me with his mouth.

Fuck, that’s so hot, him sucking the taste of himself off my cock. He hummed a bit, working me expertly deep as his other hand glided over my inner thigh. I sensed his fingers teasing my balls gently, feeling them out for a moment before going lower.

His fingertips stroked my taint teasingly and kept going lower, right near my hole. I immediately tensed, “Mark, what are you…?” I asked with a nervous laugh. I wasn’t at all ready for that.

He smiled up at me, having let my dick drop from his lips, and said “I won’t fuck you. Well not tonight anyhow. Just a finger or two.”

“Uhm, o-okay” I said anxiously and did my best to relax again. I guess I had to give myself to him at one point anyhow if I really wanted to be with him and it was just fingers. I’d technically done that before. Yes, I could do that.

“Jona, it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“No… uhm, I want to.” I admitted. He was my Mark after all and I wanted to be his.

The realisation made me oddly calm. I wanted to be his. I said it again and again in my head and it was like one of those moments when you hear something that sounds so true and simple that you wonder how on earth you didn’t know that before.

He gave me a sweet smile and resumed on working his mouth on me expertly. My heart raced as I heard the sound of the lube cap. But I wasn’t afraid. I felt like that would be the final confirmation to us, knowing that I could enjoy him like he enjoys me, even if this wasn’t the real deal.

And then I felt his finger. He nudged against me with his fingertip, gently pushing as if to test whether or not I’d let him in. I just let out a good exhale, trying to calm myself and he pushed into me. I gasped a little immediately tensing up from the intrusion.

“Relax…” he said soothingly, kissing my inner thigh.

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Es war an einem dieser diesigen, kühlen Herbsttage. Man meinte die mit Feuchtigkeit angereicherte Luft körperlich zu spüren. Kälte und Feuchtigkeit krochen durch jede noch so kleine Öffnung in der Kleidung. Doch wenigstens einmal am Trage mussten wir an die frische Luft. Ich fuhr meine beiden Kleinen spazieren. Noch passten beide in einen Kinderwagen.

Der Vater der Kinder war vor einem halben Jahr bei einem Autounfall ums Leben gekommen. Danach folgte der Sturz vom Himmel in die Hölle. Aus unserer schönen großen, hellen Neubauwohnung zog ich in eine kleine Altbauwohnung und führte ein sehr bescheidenes, zurückgezogenes Leben. Mein ganzes Glück waren meine Kinder und eigentlich lebte ich nur noch für sie.

Jetzt waren wir auf dem Heimweg und unwillkürlich lief ich einen Schritt schneller und zog den Kopf tief zwischen die Schultern. Ich hörte und sah niemanden. So war ich direkt etwas erschrocken, als mich eine Stimme anrief: „Manu? Manuela, bist du das?” Ich wirbelte herum und sah erstaunt auf die hübsche junge Frau vor mir. Ach was — hübsch. Sie war wunderschön. Und langsam dämmerte es. „Tina! Martina B.? Mein Gott, ich hätte dich nicht erkannt. Was machst du denn hier?” (Hier muss ich einflechten, dass wir zwar aus einer Stadt stammten, ich aber mit dem Vater meiner Kinder vor 1 und 1/2 Jahren in eine andere Stadt umgezogen war.)

Ja, vor mir stand Tina, meine beste Freundin aus Schul- und Jugendtagen. Sie hatte dienstlich in unserer Stadt zu tun und dass wir uns getroffen haben war einer dieser unergründlichen Zufälle. Jetzt hatte sie alles erledigt und wollte sich nur noch etwas unsere Stadt ansehen. Natürlich lud ich sie zu mir ein. Wir hatten uns ja ein Unmenge zu erzählen. In einer Bäckerei am Wege kauften wir schnell noch etwas Gebäck und dann schnell nach Hause. Schon bald saßen wir beim Kaffee und ein Rest Cognac hatte sich auch noch gefunden.

Man soll ja in der Zeit des Stillens nicht trinken, doch aus diesem Anlass glaubte ich doch eine Ausnahme machen zu können. Die Stimmung wurde immer gelöster und die Worte flossen nur so aus uns heraus. Tina arbeitete in einer kleinen, aber renommierten Firma unserer Heimatstadt und genoss schon großes Ansehen. Ich erzählte ihr vom schrecklichen Tod des Vaters meiner Kinder. „Sag mal, ist nicht dein Bruder auch bei einem Unfall umgekommen?” „Ja, sie sind mir beide gleichzeitig entrissen worden.”

Gerade als so eine gedrückte Stimmung aufkommen wollte meldeten sich meine Kleinen. Das war immer bei ihnen so, als ob sie sich verabredeten. Immer begannen sie gleichzeitig zu schreien. Also nahm ich sie aus ihrem Körbchen und wechselte zuerst die Windeln. Dann wollten sie gestillt werden. Normalerweise bin ich allein zu Hause und gehe dann meistens nackt und so lege ich sie mir dann auch an. Sind wir aber gerade nach Hause gekommen, so öffne ich nur meine Bluse und schiebe den BH nach oben. So geht es schneller.

Zuerst wollte ich es auch jetzt so machen, doch dann kam das kleine Teufelchen. So drehte ich mich zu meiner Freundin und zog langsam meine Bluse aus. Dann legte ich noch den BH ab und präsentierte ihr meine vollen, schweren Brüste. Sogleich bemerkte ich wieder dieses gewisse Glitzern in ihren Augen. Noch vor nur wenigen Jahren hatte sie ja mit großem Vergnügen mit diesen Brüsten gespielt, wenn sie auch damals noch nicht so voll waren.

Mit einem koketten Lächeln nahm ich meine Beiden auf den Arm und setzte mich auf meinen Stillstuhl. Sogleich begannen sie gierig zu saugen. Tina hielt es nicht auf dem Sofa. Sie kam zu uns und kniete sich neben mich. Ihre Hände streichelten zart über meinen Oberkörper und wurden bald von ihren Lippen ergänzt. Ständig jagten kleine Schauer über meine Haut. Es war mir auch so während des Stillens schon passiert, dass ich einen Orgasmus hatte. Wahrscheinlich ging eine direkte Leitung von meinen Brüsten zu meiner Fotze.

Doch diesmal kam er so plötzlich und unerwartet und so stark, dass ich fast vom Stuhl gefallen wäre. Meine Kleinen ließen sich davon nicht beeindrucken. Sie saugten um die Wette. Dann waren sie endlich satt und wir warteten auf das „Bäuerchen”. Jetzt fassten die Hände meiner Freundin fester zu und drängten sich zu meinen nun freien Brüsten. An meinem Ohr knabberten ihre Lippen und ich hörte ihren keuchenden Atem. Dann legte ich meine Kinder in ihr Körbchen zurück und wir standen uns gegenüber — ganz nahe, sodass sich unsere Nasenspitzen berührten. Langsam knöpfte nun Tina ihre Bluse auf. Sie trug nichts darunter und ihre nackten Brüste sprangen meinem gierigen Blick entgegen. Wie auf Verabredung gingen unsere Hände nach oben und umfassten die Brüste der Anderen.

Zuerst war da nur Zärtlichkeit. Ganz zart streichelten und drückten wir uns die Brüste. Doch bald schon sprang uns die Gier an. Die Hände fassten fester zu und wir massierten und kneteten uns nun gegenseitig. Und dann ataşehir escort küssten wir uns — endlich. Heiß und verzehrend und schier nicht endend. Ich zog Tina mit mir zu meinem breiten Bett, dem einzigen Erinnerungsstück an mein früheres Leben. In Sekundenschnelle hatten wir uns der restlichen Kleidung entledigt und dann wälzten wir uns in heißer, inniger Umarmung.

Als ihre Zunge meine Schamlippen nur berührte hatte ich den nächsten fulminanten Orgasmus. Dann pflügte sie durch meine Spalte und ich hatte das Gefühl, auszulaufen. Das Knabbern an meinem Kitzler löste den nächsten Orgasmus aus. Sie leckte mir noch zwei weitere, ehe ich mich über sie warf und mein Gesicht zwischen ihren Schenkeln vergrub. Ihre Fotze kochte förmlich und ihr Saft schmeckte noch genau so gut wie vor wenigen Jahren. Innerhalb weniger Minuten hatte auch sie bereits mehrere Orgasmen.

Ich hatte seit anderthalb Jahren keinen Sex mehr und hatte mich in dieser Zeit auch nur sehr selten meiner Finger bedient. All das angestaute Verlangen brach nun aus mir heraus. Tina erzählte mir in der kurzen Pause, die wir nun einlegen mussten, dass sie einen Freund hat mit dem sie auch regelmäßig befriedigend fickt. Der Sex mit mir gäbe ihr aber einen ganz besonderen Kick, da er Erinnerungen an früher weckte.

Und die Erinnerungen an früher weckten erneut unser Verlangen. Ich kramte aus dem Nachttischchen meinen arg vernachlässigten Vibrator. Die Batterien waren natürlich leer, aber wir konnten uns damit wunderbar gegenseitig wichsen. Eng umschlungen und tief befriedigt schliefen wir schließlich ein. Am nächsten Morgen fuhr Tina zurück und hinterließ eine große Leere. An diesem Tag beschloss ich, mein bisheriges Leben einem Tagebuch anzuvertrauen.

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An diesem Punkt angekommen, legten wir das Buch erst mal zur Seite und sahen uns erstaunt an. Wir — das sind offensichtlich die erwähnten beiden Kleinen. Meine Zwillings-Schwester Karla und ich — Ralf. Nur waren wir inzwischen 18 Jahre alt. Beim Aufräumen war uns heute dieses unscheinbare Buch mit den grauen Pappdeckeln in die Hände gefallen — vollgeschrieben in Mutters schöner, klarer Schrift. Dass es ihr intimes Tagebuch war hatten wir erst während des Lesens festgestellt und jetzt konnten wir keinesfalls mehr aufhören. Wir lagen dabei im Wohnzimmer mit dem Bauch auf dem Teppich. Schon vor mehreren Jahren waren wir aus der kleinen Mansardenwohnung in eine größere umgezogen.

„Heej, ist dir noch nicht aufgefallen, dass du den Arsch deiner Schwester streichelst?” hörte ich plötzlich Karla sagen. Und tatsächlich — meine Hand hatte sich verselbständigt, war unter den Rock meiner Schwester gekrochen und streichelte und knetete ihren Knackarsch. Der Protest erfolgte aber nur mündlich und so streichelte ich weiter und schob meine Hand sogar unter ihren Schlüpfer. „Was meinst du? Ob Mutti lesbisch ist? Ich habe mir noch nie darüber Gedanken gemacht, aber in den ganzen Jahren gab es ja wirklich nicht einen einzigen Mann.” meinte Karla ganz gedankenversunken, während ich ihren wundervollen Arsch streichelte und knetete. „Das glaube ich nicht. Es gab ja auch nicht eine einzige Frau. Außer dieser Tina. Sie war immer nur für uns da. Und wie wären wir sonst zustande gekommen?”

Karla lag inzwischen ganz entspannt und seufzte und stöhnte leise. Es klang wie das Schnurren einer Katze. „Das ist schön, wie du das machst. Aber ich will von dir auch was streicheln.” Erstaunt sah ich sie an. „Was kannst du denn bei mir streicheln wollen?” Die Antwort kam prompt durch ihre Hand. Die schob sich nämlich unter mich in Richtung meines Hosenstalls, wo sich mein Schwanz infolge der Lektüre zu voller Größe und Härte ausgefahren hatte. Durch den dünnen Stoff meiner Sommerhose begann sie nun, ihn zu betasten und zu kneten. Unwillkürlich stieß ich einen tiefen Seufzer aus. „Zeigst du ihn mir mal? Ich habe so was noch nie gesehen.” flüsterte meine Schwester, obwohl wir allein waren. „Dann musst du mir aber auch von dir was zeigen. Wollen wir uns ganz nackt ausziehen?” fragte ich mit halb erstickter Stimme. Die Aussicht, meine schöne Schwester nackt zu sehen, nahm mir den Atem.

Zwar hatte ich schon mal ein Stückchen Hintern oder ein bisschen Brust zu sehen bekommen (was mir jedes Mal sofort einen steifen Schwanz bescherte), aber so ganz nackt, das war doch etwas Anderes. Meiner Schwester musste es ähnlich ergehen, denn sie nickte nur wortlos. Also standen wir auf und begannen noch etwas unsicher an unseren Sachen zu fummeln. In meiner Hose war jetzt eine unübersehbare Beule, an der der Blick meiner Schwester wie gebannt hing. Doch dann gab ich mir einen Ruck und riss mir förmlich die Sachen vom Leib.

Auch meine Schwester hatte es jetzt eilig und so standen wir uns bald nackt gegenüber. Zuerst versuchten wir noch, unsere Blößen (ein blödes Wort) etwas zu verdecken. Doch bald schon siegte die Neugier und die Hände sanken nach unten. „Woow!” entwich es meiner Schwester, als sie endlich meinen kerzengerade nach vorn abstehenden Schweif erblickte. „Ist der aber groß. Der passt doch nie da hinein.” und escort ataşehir dabei zeigte sie auf die Stelle, wo sich ihre wundervollen Schenkel trafen. Dorthin war zuerst auch mein Blick gegangen, aber außer einem haarigen Dreieck war da nichts zu sehen. So wanderte mein Blick nach oben zu ihren herrlichen Brüsten. Die waren wirklich vollendet schön. Nicht zu groß, aber doch ansehnlich. Und offensichtlich sehr fest, denn sie standen wie zwei Halbkugeln auf ihrer Brust.

Bei den wenigen Bildern, die ich so von nackten Frauen zu sehen bekam, hingen die Brüste meist mehr oder weniger nach unten. Bei meiner Schwester überhaupt nicht. Ich konnte den Blick einfach nicht abwenden. Plötzlich kam sie auf mich zu und fasste mit beiden Händen meinen Schwanz. „Ich muss einfach spüren, wie sich das anfühlt.” hauchte sie. Nachdem ich aus meiner Fast-Ohnmacht wieder zu mir gekommen war fasste auch ich mir ein Herz und griff ihr noch zögernd an die Brüste.

Zuerst schien es, als hätte sie es gar nicht bemerkt. So sehr war sie mit meinem Schwanz beschäftigt. Doch dann begann sie leise zu stöhnen und hauchte „Jaaaaah, fester. Drück fester.” Dabei kam sie noch näher und schmiegte sich an mich. Doch fester zu drücken traute ich mich nicht. Dafür drückte sie meinen Schwanz mit aller Kraft, dass ich dachte es geht gleich los. „Küss mich, Ralfi, Brüderchen. Bitte, bitte küss mich. Und drück bitte etwas fester.” hauchte sie und drängte sich dabei ganz fest an mich.

Ich verstärkte also den Druck meiner Hand etwas und begann auch die Brust ein wenig zu kneten und dabei küssten wir uns — zuerst noch ziemlich unbeholfen doch schon bald ganz innig. Plötzlich zitterte und bebte meine Schwester am ganzen Körper. Erschrocken zog ich meine Hand zurück, doch sogleich schrie sie: „Mach weiter! Mach doch weiter!” und presste dabei meinen Schwanz. Ich fuhr also fort, ihre Brust zu massieren und zu drücken und Sekunden später krümmte sich Karla und wurde wie von Krämpfen geschüttelt. Ich wollte meine Hand wieder zurückziehen, doch ich konnte nicht, da mir im gleichen Moment einer abging.

Keuchend und erschöpft sanken wir wieder auf den Teppich. Nachdem wir wieder zu uns gekommen waren fragten wir gleichzeitig: „Was war denn das?” und mussten lachen. Karla fing sich als Erste. „Du hast mir einen wundervollen Orgasmus beschert. Nur dadurch, dass du mir an die Brust gefasst hast. Aber was war das bei dir? Das sah ja aus, als ob du große Schmerzen hättest, und irgendwas kam da rausgespritzt. Was war das?” „Das war genau so ein Orgasmus wie bei dir. Bei dir sah es auch so aus, als ob du schlimme Schmerzen hättest. Aber in Wirklichkeit tut das ungeheuer gut. Und was da rausgespritzt kam, das war mein Samen.” „Aus dem die kleinen Kinder entstehen? Wow, wie interessant.” Und dabei leckte sie sich ihre Finger ab. „Hmm, schmeckt nicht schlecht. Meine Freundin hatte recht.”

Eine ganze Weile lagen wir nebeneinander und streichelten uns. Dann raffte ich all meinen Mut zusammen und fragte: „Duhu, ich hab vorhin gar nichts von deiner Muschi gesehen. Nur ein Büschel Haare. Zeigst du sie mir mal?” Wortlos rollte sich Karla auf den Rücken und schlug die Beine auseinander. Dazwischen kam ein länglicher Spalt zum Vorschein. Karla fasste mit beiden Händen links und rechts und zog diesen Spalt etwas auseinander. Dahinter war es rosa und feucht — und ein Löchlein öffnete sich, auf welches Karla zeigte. „Das ist meine Scheide und dahinein wird gefickt.” Ich beugte mich tief über sie, um alles genau zu betrachten. Ich war fasziniert, vor allem von dem kleinen Knubbel am oberen Ende. Ihre Fotze verströmte einen betäubenden Duft und unwillkürlich beugte ich mich darüber und küsste sie. Karla zuckte zusammen und stöhnte.

Inzwischen wusste ich schon, dass dieses Stöhnen kein Ausdruck des Schmerzes war, sondern genau umgedreht. Also küsste ich weiter und schob meine Zunge in diesen Spalt. Ein etwas herber, gleichzeitig aber auch süßer Geschmack, der meinen Schwanz sofort wieder stahlhart werden lies. Das Stöhnen verstärkte sich. „Oh jaaah, leck mich, leck weiter, weiter oben!” Ich erinnerte mich an den kleinen Knubbel und bearbeitete ihn mit meiner Zunge. Wie ein Stromstoß ging es durch den Körper meiner Schwester. Schlagartig schlossen sich ihre Beine hinter meinem Rücken und ihre Hände pressten meinen Kopf auf ihre Fotze. Ihr Atem ging über in ein Hecheln und Keuchen. Und wieder krümmte sich ihr Körper und wurde wie von Krämpfen geschüttelt. Kraftlos fielen Arme und Beine von mir ab.

Ich richtete mich auf und betrachtete meine Schwester. Sie hatte die Augen geschlossen und ein Lächeln tiefster Beglückung und Zufriedenheit lag auf ihrem Gesicht. Ihre Beine waren offen, so weit es nur ging und in ihrer Spalte zuckte es immer noch etwas. Dann streckte sie die Arme aus und zog mich neben sich. Zärtlich streichelte ich ihre Brüste und sie meinen brettharten Schwanz. Plötzlich warf sie sich wie eine Furie über mich und küsste mich im ganzen Gesicht, mir dabei ihren Fotzenschleim ableckend. „Du mein Geliebter, mein geliebtes Brüderchen, noch nie war es so herrlich. Das war der tollste Orgasmus, den ich jemals hatte. Du bist ataşehir escort bayan einfach wunderbar.” Und dann lagen wir wieder nebeneinander und streichelten uns.

„Hast du schon mal gefickt?” fragten wir wieder gleichzeitig und mussten wieder lachen. „Und? Hast du?” fragte ich nach einer Weile. Meine Schwester schüttelte den Kopf. „Dann bist du also noch Jungfrau?!” Wieder ein Kopfschütteln. Als sie mein verständnisloses Gesicht sah lachte sie. „Ich habe auch so eine Freundin wie Mutti sie hatte. Auch wir haben uns oft gegenseitig geleckt. Aber nie war es so schön wie mit dir. Ja, und einmal brachte sie den Vibrator ihrer Mutter an. Zuerst war es ungeheuer aufregend. Wir hielten uns das Ding an die Brustwarzen und außen an die Schamlippen. Dann setzte sie es mir an den Scheideneingang und schaltete auf volle Pulle. Der Reiz war so stark, dass ich mir das Ding bis zum Anschlag reingehauen habe. Na ja, und da war´s halt passiert. Und wie ist das nun bei dir? Hast du schon mal gefickt?”

Auch ich schüttelte den Kopf. „Nein. Bisher habe ich nur gewichst. Das ist auch ganz schön. Aber als du ihn in der Hand hattest war es viel schöner.” „Zeigst du mir mal, wie du wichst? ……… Oder wollen wir mal miteinander ficken?” Da war es heraus: meine Schwester wollte das Gleiche wie ich. „Oh Karla, das wäre wunderbar. Aber ich habe ein bisschen Angst. Lass uns zuerst mit dem Wichsen beginnen. Zeigst du mir auch, wie du es dir machst?” „Na klar. Komm, wir setzen uns gegenüber. Da können wir alles gut sehen.” Ich fasste also meinen Steifen und schob langsam die Vorhaut hin und her.

Ich wollte nicht zu schnell abspritzen. Mein Blick war wie mit Fäden an Karlas Fotze geheftet. Zuerst rieb sie mit dem Mittelfinger ihrer linken Hand ein paar Mal durch ihre Spalte hin und her und öffnete sie so. Dann führte sie ihre rechte Hand unter ihrem Oberschenkel hindurch nach vorn und schob sich deren Mittelfinger in die Scheide. Sie schob ihn ganz tief hinein und zog ihn wieder etwas heraus, hinein, heraus. Und immer schneller. Dann nahm sie noch den Zeigefinger dazu und setzte dieses Spiel fort.

Währenddessen strich der andere Mittelfinger durch die Spalte, verharrte einen Moment auf dem kleinen Knubbel und vollführte einen rasenden Tanz. Und das wechselte sich ständig ab. Auch ich hatte, ohne mir dessen bewusst zu sein, inzwischen das Tempo erhöht. Als sich bei meiner Schwester mit Keuchen und Stöhnen der Orgasmus ankündigte war es auch bei mir soweit. „Jeeeetzt” rief ich und da spritzte ich auch schon los. Meine Schwester hatte gerade noch rechtzeitig ihre Augen aufgerissen und sah nun, wie meine Samenfontäne bis zu ihr spritzte. Dann brach auch sie unter ihrem Orgasmus zusammen.

Eine ganze Weile lagen wir heftig atmend und keiner Bewegung fähig nebeneinander. Dann nahm ich meine nackte Schwester in die Arme und wir küssten uns, wie sich nur Verliebte küssen können. Langsam versteifte sich dabei mein Schwanz wieder. „Wollen wir jetzt ficken?” hauchte sie. Ich wollte gerade heftig nicken, da fiel mein Blick auf die Uhr. „Um Gottes Willen! Mutti kommt bald nach Hause.” Als nächstes fiel mein Blick auf die Spermaflecken und vor Schreck standen mir die Haare zu Berge. Wenn Mutti die erblickte, dann lag alles auf der Hand. Auch Karla hatte in einem Augenblick die Situation erfasst. Schnell zog sie sich Schlüpfer und Tshirt an, holte einen feuchten Lappen und ehe ich noch richtig zu mir kam war schon alles erledigt. Nur ein paar feuchte Flecken waren noch zu sehen. Schnell versteckten wir das Buch wieder und verzogen uns in unsere Zimmer und kaum waren die Türen zu, da drehte sich auch schon Muttis Schlüssel im Schloss.

Als ob wir da schon stundenlang gesessen hätten kamen wir nun aus unseren Zimmern um Mutti zu begrüßen. Und ich glaube, an diesem Tag fiel die Begrüßung unsererseits etwas stürmischer und intensiver aus als sonst. Was Mutti dann auch zu der Bemerkung veranlasste: „Hej, was ist denn mit euch heute los?”. Dann sah sie natürlich sofort die feuchten Flecken. „Und was ist hier passiert?” „Ach, mir ist da nur was runtergekleckert.” meinte ich. In Muttis Gesicht trat ein seltsamer nachdenklicher Ausdruck, doch sie sagte nichts weiter. Der restliche Abend verlief dann wie immer: Abendbrot mit Gespräch, abräumen, Geschirr waschen, fernsehen, schlafen.

Als wir am Morgen wie immer alle drei zusammen die Wohnung verließen meinte Mutter nur: „Und macht mir keine Dummheiten!” Doch nach der Schule konnten wir nicht schnell genug das Tagebuch hervorholen. Seltsamerweise lag es nicht da, wo wir es gestern versteckt hatten, sondern so als ob es für uns bereitgelegt wäre. „Komm, wir legen uns nackt auf den Teppich. ……….. Oder wollen wir da fortfahren, wo wir gestern aufgehört haben? …… Wollen wir erst ficken? Ich habe so ein gewaltiges Verlangen danach, deinen großen harten Schwanz in meiner Muschi zu spüren.” Jetzt war ich in einer Zwickmühle. Einerseits war mein Verlangen, mit meiner Schwester zu ficken, genau so groß, andererseits hatte ich etwas Angst davor. Dieses Loch mit den vielen Haaren drumrum — und da sollte ich so einfach meinen Schwanz reinschieben? Was erwartete ihn dort drin? Und so sagte ich: „Lass uns erst ein Stück lesen. Das wird uns noch geiler und unser Verlangen noch größer machen. Aber die Idee, nackt zu lesen, ist großartig.” „Schade. Ich hätte gerne gleich mit dir gefickt.” So zogen wir uns in Windeseile aus und lagen nackt auf dem Bauch.

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Eine lange Arbeitswoche lag hinter mir und ein Wochenende mit meinen Mädels vor mir.

Als allein erziehender Vater kommen die Kinder in der Woche einfach zu kurz.

Okay, die Beiden kommen in dem Alter (18 u. 19) auch schon ganz gut zurecht. Doch seit ihre Mutter vor 2,5 Jahren abgehauen ist, hängen sie noch mehr an mir.

Ich freue mich schon auf unseren obligatorischen Freitagabend bei Pizza und Scrabbel.

Ich wollte grade die Pizza vorbereiten als Lea mir offenbarte, dass sie heut mit Freundinnen ins Kino möchte und Angéla bei einer Klassenkameradin übernachtet. Ich war etwas verwundert, denn der Freitagabend gehörte bisher immer uns. Aber konnte ich meinen Süßen etwas abschlagen. Nicht wirklich. So würde ich den Abend nun allein verbringen.

Ich machte mir einen kleinen Salat, öffnete eine Flache Rotwein und dachte, dann halt mal Freitagabend vor dem TV abhängen.

So machte ich es mir vor dem Fernseher bequem und zappte durch die Programme.

Über alle nur Schund oder Liebespaare. Genau das brauchte ich jetzt nicht. Mir wurde bewusst wie lange ich schon keine Frau mehr hatte.

Was hatte mein Kollege mir erzählt: im Internet findet sich ganz schnell eine passende Frau und wenn es nur für eine Nacht ist.

Also schmiss ich den Laptop an und surfte durch Netz.

Schnell waren die passenden Seiten gefunden und bei den Angeboten wurde der Platz in meiner Hose immer weniger. Also raus aus der Hose, dem kleinen Mann die große Welt zeigen.

Mein Schwanz wurde in meiner Hand immer größer und ich hätte jetzt gern abgespritzt.

Doch aus dem Hintergrund erklang ein: PAPA, was machst Du da????

Meine Älteste stand in der Wohnzimmertür und starte mich an. Mir stieg das Blut in den Kopf ohne dass sich die Größe meines Schwanzes veränderte. Wie sollte ich das einer 19jährigen erklären.

Wieso war Lea nicht im Kino?? Sie kam auf mich zu und schaute auf den Ständer zwischen meinen Beinen. Ich versuchte einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen und stammelte irgendwas von bin halt auch nur ein Mann.

Meine Große grinste nur und sagt: das ist mir auch klar. Wann hattest Du da letzte Mal Sex? Mit einer Frau?? Seit Mama weg ist nicht mehr, oder???

Ich konnte nur mit den Schultern zucken, so peinlich war mir die Situation.

Lea setzte sich zu mir auf Sofa und starte immer noch auf meinen steifen Schwanz. Ich war total geil. Meine Älteste griff sich meine Schwengel und bemerkte keiner ihrer Freunde hätte einen solchen Pimmel gehabt. Ungeniert wichste sie meinen Schwanz. Was machst Du da? fragte ich. Ich über nehme Mamas Rolle. Die kleine Sau wusste genau wie sie mit einem Schwanz umgehen musste. Inzwischen war es mir egal wer es mir besorgte, ob eine Fremde oder meine eigene Tochter. Hauptsache Sex.

Mit der einen Hand wichse sie meinen Steifen und mit der anderen rieb sich die kleine Schlampe zwischen den Beinen.

Plötzlich stoppe sie die Bearbeitung meines Fickstabs und fing an sich auszuziehen. Sie packte ihre prallen ataşehir escort 80b Titten aus dem BH und hielt sie mir vor die Nase. Ich konnte nicht anders als sie zugreifen und an ihren Nippeln zu spielen. Ich leckte an ihren steifen harten Nippeln und ein Schaudern zuckte durch ihren Körper. Inzwischen hatte sie sich auch ihres Höschens erledigt und spielte mit dem Finger an ihrer glattrasierten Jungfotze. Am Glanz ihres Fingers konnte ich erkennen wie nass die geile Sau war. Ich packte sie, legte sie auf den Rücken und vergrub meinen Kopf zwischen ihren Schenkeln. Kaum berührte meine Zunge ihren prall hervorstehenden Kitzler fing ihr Körper an zu beben und Lea hatte ihren ersten Orgasmus.

Aber ich hörte nicht auf sie zu lecken. Langsam schob ich ihr einen Finger in die nasse triefende Fotze. Das geile Fickloch meiner Tochter, einfach super eng. Als ich den zweiten hineine schob bekam sie schon wieder ein Orgasmus. Ich packte das kleine Luder, drehte sie so, dass sie meinen Schwanz direkt vor ihrem Gesicht hat. Los, leck meinen Pimmel du Luder, sagte ich zu ihr. Sofort spürte ich ihre Zunge an meine Mast, ein geiles Gefühl. Ich merkte wie der Saft in meinen Eiern anfing zu brodeln, aber ich wollte noch nicht abspritzen. Lea lecker genüsslich über meine pralle Spitze und trieb mich fast zum Wahnsinn. Sie versenkte meinen Schwanz in ihrer Maulfotze und sie blies wie eine Profihure. Ich packte ihren Kopf und fickte sie ohne Rücksicht ins Maul. Ich schob ihn soweit rein, dass sie anfing zu würgen. Dann war es so weit, ich spritzte ihr meinen Saft in den Rachen. Mein Gott war das ein Abgang. Die kleine Schlampe hustet etwas, schluckte aber brav den ganzen Saft meiner Lenden. Kein Tropfen verließ ihren Mund.

Sie gab meinen Schwanz wieder frei und grinste mich zufrieden an. Es wird Zeit das mein Schwanz mal deine kleine Fotze besucht, sagte ich zu ihr. Klar Papa, aber gerne doch, war ihre Antwort. Endlich mal einen richtigen Schwanz in meiner geilen Muschi.

Ich schnappte mir meine Tochter und trug sie ins Schlafzimmer, platzierte sie mit weit gespreizten Beinen in die Mitte meines großen Bettes. Ihre geile Fotze glänzte und ihr Mösensaft lief schon raus.

Ich tauchte noch mal mit dem Kopf zwischen ihre Schenkel und verpasste ihr mit der Zunge eine kleine Sonderbehandlung. Bitte fick mich Papa schrie sie. Also machte ich mich auf meinen Schwanz zwischen ihre Schenkel zu schieben. Strich mit dem harten Pimmel über ihre Kliti und ihre Schamlippen. Sie bebte vor Verlangen.

Langsam setzte ich die Spitze an den nassen Eingang und stieß unvermittelt zu. Lea schrie vor Geilheit um Hilfe. Behutsam schob ich meinen Pimmel weiter in dieses kleine geile Fotze.

Durch die extreme Nässe in der Lustgrotte glitt ich ohne Problem tief hinein. Die Kleine bebte förmlich ohne dass ich mich weiter in ihr bewegte. Langsam zog ich meinen Schwanz wieder zurück und wieder rein. Bereits nach wenigen Stößen begann sie laut zu stöhnen. Ihr nächster Orgasmus war im Anzug, sollte sie doch escort ataşehir kommen. Ich genoss es wie sich unter meinen kräftigen Stößen wandte. Immer schneller und fester stieß ich meinen Schwanz in sie hinein.

Ihre Finger krallten sich in meine Schultern und ich merkte, dass es bei mir auch so langsam soweit war. Ich wollte nur noch meinen Saft in die Möse meine Tochter pumpen, also stieß ich immer fester und tiefer zu. Es war so weite die Kleine ging ab wie eine Rakete und schrie was das Zeug hält. Auch ich war bereit, mein Saft schoss tief ins Dunkel ihrer Grotte. Ich zog meine Pimmel raus und schob in zwischen ihre dicken Möpse. Rieb ihn dort weiter und spritze ihr den Rest meiner Ladung in den Mund und ins Gesicht. Mein Gott, war das ein geiler Anblick.

Los, leck ihn sauber befahl ich ihr und Lea schob sich den Prügel wieder bis zum Anschlag in den Hals. Sie saugte auch den letzten Tropfen aus mir raus. Selbst als die Härte langsam aus meinen Schwanz verschwand behielt sie ihn im Mund und spielte währenddessen an ihre Fotze und besorgte es sich noch mal selbst. Dieses Kind war unersättlich. Ich rollte mich zur Seite und betrachte sie. Ich hatte grade meine Tochter gefickt und es war einfach nur geil.

Sie lächelte mich an und sagte dass wir das nun öfter machen sollten. Ich nahm sie in den Arm und wir schliefen zufrieden und vor allem befriedigt ein.

Als ich am nächsten Morgen mit dem ersten Vogelgezwitscher wach wurde lag Lea immer noch neben mir. Ihr zarter Körper glänzte in den Strahlen der aufgehenden Sonne. Als ich so den Körper meiner Tochter betrachtet plagte mich schon ein wenig das schlechte Gewissen. Ich hatte schließlich gestern Abend meine eigene Tochter gefickt. Aber ändern konnte ich es jetzt sowieso nicht mehr, außerdem war die Initiative ja von ihr ausgegangen. Und während ich über die Ereignisse des letzten Abends nachdachte macht sich mein Unterleib wieder bemerkbar. Ich wurde bei den Gedanken wieder geil und mein Schwanz wuchs immer mehr. In mir kam der Wunsch hoch die kleine geile Sau noch mal zu vögeln.

Aber war das richtig?

Bevor ich eine Entscheidung fällen konnte wachte Lea auf und erblickte sofort meinen harten Kolben. Ups, da warte wohl schon jemand auf mich, waren ihre ersten Worte. Ohne zu zögern griff sie zu und fing an meine Latte zärtlich zu wichsen. Guten Morgen Papa, Lust auf einen „Vordemfrühstückfick” fragte Lea mich ganz ungeniert. Ohne auch nur auf ein Sekunde auf eine Antwort zu warten, macht sie sich über meinen harten Schwanz her. Ihre Zunge glitt an der Unterseite entlang, was zu Folge hatte, dass es nun endgültig um mich geschehen war. Lea wusste wie man einen Mann mit der Zunge um den Verstand brachte. Fast schon gierig sog sie meine Eier in den Mund und massierte sie mit ihrer Zungespitze. Sie lies meine Murmeln immer wieder aus ihrem Mund flutschen um sie im nächsten Moment wieder einzusaugen.

Währenddessen wichste die kleine geile Sau immer weiter mein Ständer, so dass die ersten Lusttropfen bereits ataşehir escort bayan austraten. Nun nahm sie meinen Schwanz in Mund und zwar sofort bis zum Anschlag. Gern hätte ich jetzt ihre süße Möse geleckt aber das Kind wollte sich nicht so positionieren das ich sie lecken konnte.

Also ließ ich alles geschehen.

Eigentlich wollte ich meinen Schwanz auch nur noch in ihre geile Möse stecken und abspritzen. Kaum hatte ich diesen Gedanken vollendet schwang sich Lea auf meinen harten Fickstab, schob ihn sich tief in ihre feuchte enge Lustgrotte. Langsam fing sie an auf mir zu reiten. Fast mit jeder Bewegung drang ein Stöhnen aus ihrem Mund. Immer schneller wurden ihre Bewegungen und ich spürte an ihren Körperreaktionen wie sie immer mehr auf ihren ersten Höhepunkt des Tages zu steuerte. Nachdem sie sich nun eine zeitlang auf meinem Ständer rauf und runter bewegt hatte, hielt sie inne und fing an mit dem Becken zu kreisen. Diese kreisenden Bewegungen brachten uns beide weiter in Ekstase und Lea schrie ihren ersten Orgasmus am Morgen in ungeahnter Lautstärke heraus. Unter aggressivem Zittern brach sie auf mir in sich zusammen. Zärtlich nahm ich ihren Kopf in die Hände und gab ihr einen innigen Zungekuss.

Dadurch, dass jetzt ihr Oberkörper auf dem meinen lag reckte sich ihr Hintern etwas in die Höhe. So konnte ich nun von unten in ihr Fickloch stoßen, denn mir war es noch nicht gekommen. Schließlich wollte ich meinen Saft ja auch noch loswerden. Anfänglich noch langsam und mit Bedacht stieß ich zu bis ich merkte, dass sich bei meiner kleinen Ficktochter der nächste Abgang anbahnte. Immer lauter wurde ihr Stöhnen und umso lauter sie wurde umso schneller und fester fickte ich sie. Ich merkte wie mir der Saft die Röhre hoch stieg, gleich war es so weit, ich würde mich wieder in der Fotze meiner ältesten Tochter entleeren. Noch 2, 3 Stöße dann war es soweit. Das süße Miststück krallte sich an mir fest, sie fing an zu zittern und zu keuchen und im dem Moment als ich meinen Nektar in ihre Muschi spritze was sie auch so weit. Ihr Körper reagierte wie von Krämpfen geschüttelt auf diesen Abgang. Außerdem spritze sie wohl reichlich von ihrem Mösensaft auf meinen Schwanz. Obwohl ich meine ganze Ladung abgeschossen hatte, behielt mein Prügel seine Standfestigkeit und so schob ich ihn immer wieder in die Spalte des willigen Fickfleischs!!

Nachdem Lea sich etwas beruhigt hatte stieg sie von mir runter und nahm meine Kolben noch mal tief in ihrer Maulfotze auf. Da ich nun lange genug unten gelegen hatte, packte ich sie und dreht mich mit ihr, so das sie auf dem Rücken lag. Nun konnte ich ihr genüsslich ins Maul ficken. Nach wenigen Stößen war ich wieder so weit und spritzte ihr alles in den Rache. Endlich war ich auch vom letzten Druck in meinen Eiern befreit. Ich ließ Lea noch meinen Schwanz schön sauber lecken und legte mich dann wieder neben sie. Sie kuschelt sich an mich und sagte wie sehr ihr das alles gefallen hätte. Auch ihr gab ihr zu verstehen, dass es mit ebenso ging aber das es auch eigentlich verboten sei. Schließlich wäre Inzest in strafbar. Aber Papa, erwiderte sie, es muss doch keiner erfahren. Und so vereinbarten wir absolutes Stillschweigen über die Geschehnisse aber auch, dass wir, wenn wir die Gelegenheit hätten, wieder miteinander ficken würden.

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Zum ersten Mal in meinem 18-jährigen Leben hatte ich eine Frau gefickt. Was für ein Erlebnis. Und dann noch meine eigene, 58-jährige Oma…

Nun sassen wir also einigermassen gesittet in unseren Stühlen und plauderten über Gott und die Welt. Plötzlich hörte ich in meinem Rücken die Terrassentüre. Das Klacken hochhackiger Schuhe erklang auf den Gartenplatten.

„Was soll denn das? Du hast Besuch und ich weiss von nichts?” Ohne mich umzudrehen, erkannte ich die rauchige Stimme meiner Schwester. Da sie mich aber nur von hinten sah, erkannte sie mich noch nicht. Mit grossen Augen schaute sie Gertis spermaverschmiertes Gesicht an. „Sag mal, hast Du dich mal wieder nicht beherrschen können und…”

„Ja”, antwortete Gerti, „und es war tierisch geil.”

Meine Schwester Jessy griff nach der noch halb vollen Bierflasche auf dem Tischchen und trank durstig. „Na ja, was soll’s. schliesslich bist du weiss Gott alt genug. Aber wer ist denn der Glückliche?” Sie drehte sich um und schaute mich an. In ihren Augen blitzte es auf. „Wow, mein eigener Bruder. Toll, das du dich auch mal wieder blicken lässt…” Mit ihren blauen Augen musterte sie mich eindringlich. „Du schaust ja ganz zufrieden aus… Bist du denn schon lange hier?”

„Na ja, so etwa eine Stunde.” Ich schaute sie auch etwas genauer an. Seit ich sie das letzte Mal gesehen hatte, war’s doch schon ein paar Jahre her. Wie sie da vor mir stand in ihrem hautengen Schlauchkleid, welches obenrum grad knapp ihre grossen Möpse bedeckte und sich um ihren griffigen Arsch spannte, konnte ich sie nur bewundern.

„Dann ist diese Sauerei”, sie deutete auf Gertis versautes Gesicht, „also von dir?”

Ich nickte nur stumm.

„Und was habt ihr sonst noch so getrieben?” Jessy schaute uns fragend an.

Gerti blickte zu ihr hoch. „Was denkst du denn? Schliesslich habe ich nicht jeden Tag von so einem jungen, geilen Spritzer Besuch…”

„Ich kann’s mir schon vorstellen, du Schlampe. Da muss ich nur mal den Boden anschauen. Du geile Sau hast’s wieder mal nicht zurückhalten können, wie?”

Gerti schüttelte den Kopf. „Wieso auch? Auf jeden Fall war’s geil.”

Jessy liess sich auf einen Stuhl fallen. „Du bist echt ‘ne versaute Schlampe, Gerti. Was soll sich jetzt mein lieber Bruder denken?”

„Lass mal.” Gerti nahm einen Schluck aus der Flasche. „In meinem Alter darf ich solche Gelegenheiten nicht auslassen.”

„Klar…” Jessy grinste sie an. „Und was war denn letzte Woche im ‚Manhattan’? Da hast du auch keine Gelegenheit ausgelassen… Sogar mit meiner besten Freundin.” Jessy schüttelte den Kopf.

„Ach komm. Mach doch kein Drama draus… Du hast ja auch ganz schön mitgemacht.”

Meine ataşehir escort bayan Ohren begannen zu klingeln. War das meine Schwester. Als ich sie das letzte Mal gesehen hatte, war sie noch so was von unschuldig. Oder hatte sie bloss so getan? Je länger ich den beiden zuhörte, umso unglaublicher wurde die Sache.

„Und was soll Tom bloss von uns denken? Der Junge ist ja noch gar nicht richtig aufgeklärt.”

„Theoretisch weiss ich alles.” Ich musste mich jetzt doch zu Wort melden. „Bloss mit der Praxis hapert’s”, feixte ich.

„Oh, da können wir dir sicher helfen…” Jessy grinste mich an. „Obwohl ich eigentlich nicht so sehr auf Schwänze stehe, sondern schon um einiges lieber eine feuchte Fotze lecke. Aber so ein geiles Teil hab ich mir noch nie entgehen lassen.” Sie langte mir schamlos zwischen die Beine an mein bestes, inzwischen wieder kampfbereites Stück. Durch den Stoff der Hose streichelte sie meinen Harten.

„Oh, der ist aber ganz schön gross und dick, kleiner Bruder. Den werde ich sicher geniessen. Nur wird’s leider heute nichts mit uns zwei Hübschen, ich hab noch ein Date mit meiner Freundin…”

Enttäuscht schaute ich sie an.

Jessy ergötzte sich ab meinem Gesicht. „Keine Angst, du kommst nicht zu kurz. Aber leider heute nicht.” Sie beugte sich zu mir runter und drückte mir einen gar nicht schwesterlichen Kuss auf den Mund. Ihre Zunge drückte sich zwischen meine Lippen, und als ich erschrocken nach Luft schnappte, stiess sie tief in meinen Mund. „So, ich muss weg. Habt noch einen schönen Abend, ihr beiden.” Sie drehte sich um und stöckelte von dannen.

Aufgewühlt schaute ich Gerti an. „Ist das wirklich dieselbe Jessy, die ich das letzte Mal vor Jahren gesehen habe?”

Gerti lächelte mich an. „Ich denke schon. Aber sie hat sich schon etwas verändert, wie?”

„Das kannst du laut sagen.” Ich griff nach der Flasche und befeuchtete meine trockene Kehle. „Ich wage es gar nicht, zu fragen, was ihr zwei sonst noch alles tut…”

Gerti lehnte sich zurück. „Das möchtest du wohl gerne wissen, du geiler Wichsbock. Ich seh’s dir doch an, dass du’s gar nicht erwarten kannst. Dein geiler Schwanz ist doch sicher schon wieder hart, was?” Gerti erhob sich und strich ihren kurzen Rock glatt. „Ich würd’s dir gern erzählen, aber so Leid es mir tut, heute geht’s nicht. Ich hatte eigentlich gehofft, dass Jessy heute hier bleiben würde. Ich hab einer Freundin versprochen, dass wir mit ihrem Hund was machen.”

„Was machen…?” Fragend schaute ich Gerti an. „Was denn?”

„Na ja, der Kerl ist scharf wie eine Rasierklinge, aber er will nicht ficken…”

„Er will was nicht!?!?”

„Ficken…” escort ataşehir Gerti schaute mich fassungslos an. „Hast du noch nie davon gehört? Ist zwar für viele pervers. Aber wir lassen uns auch schon mal von ‘nem Hund ficken…”

„Gehört schon. Aber ich kann mir beim besten Willen nichts drunter vorstellen.”

Gerti schaute mich augenzwinkernd an. „Nun, heute wird’s sicher nichts damit, aber ich denke, meine Freundin hätte auch nichts gegen so einen geilen Bock wie dich. Vielleicht wird’s mal was… Aber ich muss jetzt leider weg. Du findest dich sicher allein zurecht.” Gerti stöckelte hüftschwenkend davon. Während ich ihr so nachsah, dachte ich bei mir, welch tolle Figur sie für ihr Alter noch hatte.

Da sass ich nun in der untergehenden Sonne und sinnierte, was ich mit dem angebrochenen Abend noch anfangen sollte. Na ja, irgendwo wird wohl noch was los sein, dachte ich und erhob mich, um mich stadtfein zu machen.

Kurz darauf sass ich im Bus und liess mich ins Zentrum fahren. Die Frage war jetzt nur, wo geh ich hin? Ich entschloss mich für einen Kinobesuch.

Während ich so auf der Suche durch die Strasse ging, fiel mir eine knackige Blondine auf, die vor mir her stöckelte. Sie trug ein enges, kurzes Stretchkleid, das nur knapp ihren geilen Arsch bedeckte. Wowh, die Kleine wär echt ‘ne Sünde wert, dachte ich bei mir, und ich folgte ihr unauffällig. Irgendetwas an ihr kam mir bekannt vor, doch ich konnte es nicht einordnen. Die Blonde verschwand durch eine Glastür, und als ich den Eingang erreichte, bemerkte ich, dass dahinter ein Kinoeinlass war. Genau das, was ich suchte. Ich kümmerte mich nicht um den Aushang, um welchen Film es sich handelte, um gar nichts. Suchend blickte ich mich im Kassenbereich um, doch ich konnte die hübsche Blonde nicht mehr sehen. Dafür fiel mir auf, dass an den Wänden Reklamebilder von knallharten Pornostreifen hingen. Obwohl ich mir fehl am Platze vorkam, löste ich trotzdem ein Ticket, da mich die Dame an der Kasse schon recht komisch anschaute.

Das Kino war recht gross und in drei Säle unterteilt. Ich schlich mich in den schummrigen Saal und drückte mich unsicher der Wand entlang. Die Blonde war nirgends zu sehen, doch in den Sesseln fläzten sich einzelne Herren und auch Paare, die zum grossen Teil mit sich selber beschäftigt waren. Die meisten der Männer hatten die Hand an der Hose, einige hatten sogar ihre Schwänze rausgeholt und wichsten drauflos. Bei einem der Paare konnte ich sehen, wie sich die Frau von mehreren Schwänzen verwöhnen liess.

Ich verliess den grossen Saal und schaute mich weiter um. In einem kleineren Raum fand ich meine Blonde. Sie sass mit weit gespreizten ataşehir escort Beinen in einem Sessel und fingerte schamlos ihre weit offene Spalte. Als ich ihr ins Gesicht sah, erschrak ich doch etwas. Da sass meine Schwester Jessy…

Sie schaute hoch und bemerkte mich. „Na, Kleiner, gefällt dir, was du da siehst?”

Ich konnte es nicht leugnen. Meine eigene Schwester machte mich heiss. Ich setzte mich neben sie und schaute sie an. „Du bist schon ein verdorbenes Stück, Jessy. Wie kommst du denn dazu, so was zu tun?”

Jessy blickte mir in die Augen. „Hast du denn ein Problem damit? Ich bin einfach naturgeil, und hier hat’s so viel spitze Kerle, die noch dafür bezahlen, mich ficken zu dürfen. Wieso soll ich das nicht tun?” Sie langte mit ihrer Hand an meinen Schritt, wo sich eine knallharte Beule gebildet hatte. ich konnte es nicht verleugnen, meine eigene Schwester machte mich geil. „Und wie ich da spüre, freut sich jemand anders auch…”, grinste sie. „Möchtest du mich gleich hier ficken, oder wollen wir in eine Kabine. Muss ja keiner wissen, dass wir Geschwister sind.”

„Was möchtest du denn?”, fragte ich. „Am liebsten würde ich meinen Schwanz gleich hier in deine heisse Fotze stecken…”

„Na dann los, du geiler Bock.” Jessy öffnete meine Hose und holte meinen steifen Prügel raus. Leise flüsterte die in mein Ohr: „Der ist aber ganz schön gewachsen…”

Sie rollte einen Gummi über meinen Pfahl und entschuldigte sich dabei. „Tut mir leid, aber hier muss das sein. Ich würde ihn auch lieber pur spüren, aber das holen wir doch noch mal nach…”

Ich rutschte nach vorne an die Sesselkante und Jessy setzte sich blitzschnell auf meinen Hammer. „Komm schon, du geiler Stecher, fick meine heisse Fotze… stoss dein Schwert in meine Spalte…”

Ich spürte, wie ich schon nach wenigen Stössen einer Entladung entgegensteuerte. „Ja, du geile Sau… ich rotz dich voll mit meinem Saft…” Mit heftigen Schüben spritzte ich meinen Samen in die Gummitüte.

Jessy erhob sich und rollte den Überzieher von meinem Schwanz. „Ich hab gar nicht gewusst, dass du so ein geiler Stecher bist, Tom”, flüsterte sie mir ins Ohr. „Deinen Schwanz werde ich sicher noch bearbeiten.” Sie packte die Gummitüte ein und setzte sich wieder in den Sessel. „Und was tust du jetzt?”, fragte sie mich neugierig.

„Keine Ahnung, Süsse. Irgendwie war’s für mich nicht so befriedigend…”

„Warte nur, Kleiner. Du wirst noch Augen machen…” Jessy grinste mich an.

„Bleibst du noch hier, oder was machst du?” Fragend schaute ich meine Schwester an.

„Eigentlich möchte ich noch ein wenig hier bleiben. Du hast doch kein Problem damit?”

„Womit denn? Dass du eine geile Nutte bist? Dass du dich von fremden Schwänzen ficken lässt?” Ich schaute sie an. „Wieso auch? Wenn’s dir gefällt?”

„Und ob. Ich hab überhaupt keine Probleme damit.”

Ich erhob mich von meinem Sessel. „Dann wünsch ich dir noch einen schönen Aufenthalt.”

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Wir waren zu sehr mit uns selbst beschäftigt, um diesen Umstand wirklich als nicht normal wahrzunehmen. Erst im Raum stutzten wir. Vor einem der Pornobilder stand jemand. Er schaute vom Bild zu uns hinüber als wir schon mehrere Schritte ins Zimmer getan hatten. Wieso war unser Sohn hier? Wir hatten ihn für die Semesterferien doch erst in einer Woche erwartet!

Er hatte die Pornobilder von seiner eigenen Mutter Betrachter. Was musste er nun von mir denken? Erst dann kam mir zu Bewusstsein, dass ich ja selbst in diesem Moment wie eine Nutte gestylt war. Er starrte mich mit große Augen an. Er hatte eine mächtige Beule in der Hose, wie ich sofort bemerkte, offensichtlich hatte er klein kleines Exemplar von Schwanz in der Hose. Ich hatte das Bedürfnis im Boden zu versinken, der Situation durch Zauber zu entschwinden.

Mein Mann packte mich an den Schultern drehte mich zu sich. Dann drückte er mir mit den Händen auf die Schultern, forderte mich leise aber bestimmt auf: „Knie dich hin Jutta!” Wie hypnotisiert folgte ich seinem Befehl und kniete mich vor im hin. Kaum kniete ich vor ihm, da öffnete er seinen Gürtel, dann seine Hose und holte seinen auch schon halb steifen Schwanz hervor. Ich schaute die Eichel wie ein Kaninchen die Schlange an. Ich war mir absolut bewusst, dass unser Sohn alles mit ansah. „Komm blas ihn, zeig wie gut du Nutte das kannst!”, forderte er laut und deutlich.

Was tat ich? Ich schaute zu ihm auf, schaute ihm in die Augen, verstand er meinte es ernst. Ich beugte mich etwas vor, berührte die Eichel mit den Lippen, öffnete dies etwas und saugte seinen Riemen langsam in den Mund. Meine Nippel kribbelten, meine Fotze stand in Flammen. Die Situation war so unglaublich bizarr, doch ich war erregt und geil. Ich schaute nicht links oder rechts, ich schaute meinen Mann an und verwöhnte seinen Schwanz hingebungsvoll, auch wenn ich unseren Zuschauer nicht ausblendete.

„Ja”, setzte er unbeirrt sein Dirty-Talk fort, „das hast du geile Hure echt drauf!” Ich wurde vorgeführt, trotzdem liebte ich seinen Schwanz ihn diesem intensiven Augenblick. Nach wenigen Augenblicken war er richtig steif, ich wollte ihm zum Spritzen bringen. Doch nach einiger Zeit zog er seinen Schwanz zurück. Ehe ich es mich versah hatte mein eigener Sohn seinen Platz eingenommen. Deutlich forderte mein Mann: „Los Jutta, blas ihm den Schwanz!” Die Hand meines eigenen Ehemannes drückte meinen Hinterkopf nach vorne, meine Lippen berührten den Schwanz meines Sohnes und schon blies ich auch diesen Schwanz. In meinem Kopf war nur noch wildes Chaos. Ich war geil, ich schämte mich gleichzeitig. Genau wie meinen Mann zuvor, so schaute ich auch meinen Sohn nun während des Blowjobs devot an.

Da ich nun offensichtlich den Schwanz akzeptiert hatte, setzte mein Mann nun auch den Dirty-Talk fort: „Das ist doch ein besonderer Schwanz für dich!”. Seine Finger tasten meine Fotze ab, spielten kurz am Ring. „Ja das macht dich richtig geil und feucht, das ist doch auch für eine Nutte mal etwas Besonderes.” Oh ja, es war geil. Bayan Escort Da stöhne er auch schon auf: „Oh Mama!”. Der erste Spritzer kam so überraschend früh, dass er direkt in den Rachen ging und ich ihn schlucken musste. Die nächsten fing ich dann im Mund auf, so dass ich sie erst später ich es bewusst wahrnehmen konnten, schluckte dann erst für ihn gut sichtbar. Natürlich schmeckte das nicht anders als das Sperma anderer Männer, doch es fühlte sich anders an, war intensiver.

Von hinten hob er mich an, führe mich zum Sessel, legte mich darüber und drang von hinten in mich ein. Nicht vorsichtig, nicht sanft, sondern fordernd und fest. So feucht wie ich war, kam mir diese Behandlung gerade recht. Nur zu willig bockte ich entgegen, stöhnte völlig hemmungslos ohne Rücksicht auf meinen Anwesenden Sohn: „Ja fick deine Hure, benutz mich!”

Doch auch hier zog er sich nach kurzem Fick zurück. Stattdessen rammelte, zunächst vorsichtiger, mein Sohn mich nun von hinten. Mittlerweile, hatte ich keine Hemmungen mehr, so feuerte ich auch ihn an mich heftig zu nehmen. Mein Mann kam ans andere Ende des Sessels und schob mir nun auch noch seinen Schwanz in den Mund. Gierig lutschte ich seinen harten, während ich von hinten immer wilder gefickt wurde. Selbst konnte ich so ja nicht mehr sprechen, doch die beiden führten den Dirty Talk heftig weiter. Schließlich stöhnte mein Mann auf, ich hatte ihn soweit. Es kam sehr viel, da hatte sich offensichtlich was aufgestaut. Genüsslich schluckte ich. Den Geschmack noch im Mund kam ich dann zu meinem Orgasmus. Dabei die Worte ihm Ohr: „Ich besame dich jetzt, Mama!”

Wir machten dann eine Pause zum Verschnaufen. Mein Mann hatte schnell ein paar Gläser mit Wein für uns besorgt, während ich mich Steven im Wohnzimmer blieb. Ja das war immer noch seltsam so nuttig vor ihm zu stehen. Auch wenn ich meine Kleidung etwas geordnet hatte, sah ich ja immer noch wie eine frisch gefickte Hure aus. Komplimente, die er mir nun schenkte, zu hören war schon seltsam. Ja da kam etwas Beklemmung bei ihm und mir zurück.

Die beiden spielten sich die Bälle im Gespräch so perfekt zu. Ich fühlte mich schon mächtig geschmeichelt, so frivol zu sein und noch so Traumtitten zu haben. Nach einigen Minuten der Erholung schlug mein Mann vor ins Schlafzimmer zu wechseln. „Komm, zeig uns einen schönen Striptease”, forderte mein Mann und schaltete die Musik im Schlafzimmer ein. Oh ja, ich gab mein bestes und das machte mich auch schon wieder geil. Ich ließ meine Titten tanzen, spürte die Ringe an den Nippel und den dicken Ring im Kitzler so wunderbar geil.

„Komm”, schlug mein Mann vor, „jetzt zieh mal deinen neuen Lover schön langsam aus”. Gerne folgte ich dem Vorschlag. Verführerisch entkleidete ich ihn, küsste und streichelte ihn dabei, lutschte erneut seinen Schwanz an. Dann zog ich ihn zum Bett und wies ihn an sich rücklings darauf zu legen: „Komm ich reite dich jetzt!” Oh ja ich senke mich auf seinen Spieß. Langsam ritt ich auf ihn, schaute ihm dabei direkt in die Augen. „Es macht dich an, das deine Mutter so eine tabulose Hure ist”, sprach ich laut aus, was so offensichtlich war.

Fasziniert von meinen Piercings spielte er dabei mit meinen Nippelringen, was natürlich bis in mein Lustzentrum kribbelte: „Du hast die geilsten Titten der Welt, diese Ringe sind genial”. Er beugte sich vorn, nahm sie in den Mund und jagte damit Lustschauer durch meinen Körper. Diesmal hielt ich nicht lange Escort durch bis zum Orgasmus, schon kam ich heftig. Ich beugte mich dabei vor und küsste meinen eigenen Sohn leidenschaftlich mit der Zunge. Ich wollte ihn nach kurzer Pause weiterreiten, er hatte ja noch einen Orgasmus gut, doch wieder griff mein Mann ein. Jetzt musste ich mich auf ihn setzen und ihn reiten.

Nachdem ich mich schön auf ihm eingeritten hatte, zog mein Mann mich zu sich herunter. Seine Hände massierten meinen Rücken, meinen Po. Laut, da er so nah bei meinem Ohr sprach hörte ich ihn sagen: „Komm dazu mein Sohn, diese Nutte hat noch eine Öffnung frei für dich!” Er zögert nicht lange, schon spürte ich seine Hände die meine Backen auseinanderzogen, schon platzierte er seine Eichel auf meiner Rosette. „Ja komm drück ihn mir rein”, ermutigte ich meinen Sohn, „fick mich in den Arsch!”

Oh, da spürte ich ihn auch schon, es war eng, ich hatte ja schon einen dicken Schwanz in der Fotze. Unaufhaltsam drückte er ihn rein, während mein Mann still und ruhig in mir steckte. Dann legte die beiden los, nahmen einen langsamen gemeinsamen Rhythmus auf. „Ist das geil”, jubelte es hinter mir. „Das stimmt”, pflichtete mein Mann bei. „Ja Jutta ist eine geile Hure aus Leidenschaft, die dir von nun an jederzeit kostenlos zur Verfügung steht”, legte er fest. Sie wird sich dir in Zukunft jederzeit hingeben”, behauptete mein Mann, „stimmt doch süße Schlampe?” „Ja immer und überall”, stöhnte ich in meiner maßlosen Geilheit.

Es war nicht mein erster Sandwich Fick, doch einer der sicherlich unvergesslichen. Die beiden machten das echt gut, nachdem beide ja schon mal gespritzt hatten, war ihre Ausdauer riesig. Ich kam, und dass nicht nur einmal, ehe die beiden ihre Soße in mir abluden. Zwischen den beiden schlief ich irgendwann ein und schlief dann tief und fest bis zum nächsten Morgen.

Als ich erwachte, lag ich alleine im Ehebett. Für einen Moment fragte ich mich, hatte ich das nur geträumt, ging langsam meine Fantasie mit mir durch. Ich stand auf, ging in die Küche. Da war sofort klar, ich hatte nicht nur geträumt. Mein Mann stand schon komplett angekleidet dort. Er nahm mich sofort in den Arm und küsste mich. Kaum ließ er mich los, da nahm mich Steven in den Arm, griff nach meiner Titte und spielte mit dem Ring und küsste mich ebenso mit der Zunge wie zuvor mein Mann. „Wir haben Frühstück vorbereitet, zieh dich fertig für das Büro an und komm zu uns an den Tisch.

Ich hatte einen weißen Ledermini, eine rosa Bluse und weiße Highheels ausgewählt. Als BH trug ich nur eine Hebe die unterhalb der Brustwarzen endete. So wurden meine Titten im Dekolleté angedeutet, eventuell konnte man gar einen Teil des Tattoos erkennen. Wir frühstückten kurz. Von Steven kam kein Kommentar zu meiner Arbeitskleidung. Offensichtlich hatte ihn sein Vater schon informiert, dass sich mein Outfit deutlich verändert hatte.

Auf dem Weg zur Arbeit hatte ich Gelegenheit über gestern nachzudenken. Nun ja Steven ist ja nicht mein leiblicher Sohn, ich bin ja nur die Stiefmutter. Zählt es damit als Inzest? Er ist ja auch schon längst volljährig. Besser sollte das jedenfalls nicht publik werden. Musste ich das beenden, wollte ich das beenden, konnte ich das beenden? Hätte ich mich gestern anders verhalten wäre es mein leiblicher Sohn gewesen?

Im Büro musste ich, nachdem ich mich am Schreibtisch eingerichtet hatte, erst mal zu meinem Chef ins Büro. Es war gleich Ankara Eskort klar, es ging um keine fachlichen Themen. Er winkte mich nah zu sich ran und ging sofort unter meinen Rock und befummelte meine Fotze, die natürlich auch sofort reagierte. „Zieh die Bluse aus”, forderte er. Nun schön langsam, damit er was zu schauen hatte knöpfte ich mir den Fetzen auf. „Geiles Tattoo”, lobte er, „das passt ja zu dir.” Er nahm sein Handy und fotografierte mich, mal schauen was es bedeutet. Nun auch noch die Hebe. Mit nackten Titten kniete ich schließlich vor ihm und blies ihm den Schwanz.

Mhmm, ich machte ihn wieder schön geil. Ja er konnte sich wunderbar entladen, ja auch mir tat ds wieder gut. Als ich mich anschließend ankleiden wollte hielt er mich zurück. „Die Hebe bleibt heute aus”, forderte er, „lass deine Titten heute schön wippen!” Auch beim Anziehen der Bluse griff er ein. „Stopp”, forderte er, „der eine Knopf reicht. Unter den Titten knotest du die nur!” „So soll ich im Büro arbeiten?” Er nickte, während ich folgsam seine Anweisung beachtete. „So kommen deine Titten doch angemessen zur Geltung und dein Nabelschmuck wird auch nicht verborgen.

Ich weiß wie ich nun ausschaue; völlig unpassend fürs Büro! Die Kerle werden nach mir den Hals verdrehen und ich spüre schon wie es kribbelt. „So”, erklärt er, „jetzt gehst Du zum Kollegen Schulz ins Büro und zeigst ihm auch mal wie gut du blasen kannst. Der Kollege hat eine Belohnung verdient!” Das konnte doch nicht wahr sein, ich konnte doch nicht hier im Büro als Nutte tätig werden, oder? Nun das war der Kollege, bei dem ich schon selbst überlegt hatte, ob ich ihn nicht mal verführen sollte. Außerdem ich war ja durchaus eine Hure. „Meine Worte: „OK Chef” waren geradezu eine Erleichterung für mich. Ja ich stand nun dazu.

Erst mal ging ich in meinem Büro vorbei. Oh ja da hatten sich auf dem Weg schon zwei der jüngeren Kollegen den Hals verdreht, als ich selbstbewusst, wie auf einem Catwalk, an ihnen vorbeiging. Ich verstaute meine Hebe in der Tasche setzte mich, nahm mir ein Glas Wasser und trank erst mal. Was würde ich herausfinden, wenn ich meinen QR-Code scanne, funktionierte der wirklich? Traute ich mich das zu testen, jetzt ganz sicher noch nicht. Also los geht es dachte ich, fischte ein Kondom aus meiner Tasche und machte mich auf den Weg zu Herrn Schulz.

Ich klopfte, wurde sofort hereingeben. Kaum sah ich ihn, da grinste er mich lüsternd an. Wusste er schon warum ich kam, oder war es nur wegen meines unzüchtigen Outfits? Egal, ich sagte: „Mein Chef sagt sie haben eine Belohnung verdient, ich soll ihnen etwas Freude machen. Jetzt war es für einen Rückzug zu spät, als ging ich schön verführerisch auf ihn zu, blieb neben seinem Stuhl stehen. Er drehte sich zu mir, ich kniete mich hin und griff sofort nach seiner Beule. Wenig später hatte ich den Riemen freigelegt, das Kondom aufgezogen und seine Prügel im Mund. Lange brauchte ich nicht, dann füllte er stöhnend das Kondom. Ich streifte es ab, warf es in den Papierkorb, packte seinen Schwanz ein und lächelte ihn nochmals verführerisch an. Dann stand ich auf: „Schönen Tag noch!” Dann verlies ich mit wiegendem Becken sein Büro.

Als ich das Büro verlies begegneten mir auf dem Weg zu meinem Schreibtisch natürlich ein paar Kerle die sich die Hälse verdrehten. Wenn wüsstet, dachte ich lächelnd. Natürlich war der Rest des Arbeitstages nicht alltäglich, doch mich beschäftigte jetzt doch wieder mehr die Frage, wie ich mit dem Erlebnis von gestern umgehen sollte. Oder wenn ich darüber nicht grübelte, die Frage, ob ich mir nicht schnell eine QR App auf das Handy laden sollte. Als ich schließlich die Firma verlies, war ich viel unruhiger als am Morgen.

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04. Mutti und Vater planen geilen Familieninzest

Dann hörten sie wie ihre Mutter mit dem Wagen vorfuhr und das Haus betrat. Renate war noch ganz aufgewühlt vom schnellen Autosex mit ihrem Mann. Und mit ihrer besten Freundin hatte sie auch eben noch schnell eine geile Lesbennummer hingelegt. Renate stand nämlich sowohl auf Männer wie auch auf Frauen.

Sie ging schnurstracks die Treppe hinauf ins Schlafzimmer. Eigentlich wollte sie sich nur umziehen und duschen. Als sie aber das Zimmer betrat, lag ihr Mann Peter der Länge nach auf dem Ehebett. Er trug noch ihren roten Satinstring und hatte schon wieder einen Mordshammer. „du kannst wohl gar nicht genug bekommen du geiler Hurenbock…oder”?

Peter grinste sie frech an und machte eindeutige Wichsbewegungen. Wie in Trance ging Renate auf ihn zu, setzte sich breitbeinig mit hochgeschobenem Rock auf seine Oberschenkel und holte seinen Schwanz aus dem Höschen.

Dann ließ sie ihn augenblicklich ganz langsam durch das Loch in ihrer Ankara escort Strumpfhose in ihre feuchte Möse gleiten. Peter legte seine Hände auf die glatten Oberschenkel seiner Frau und strich zart über das Nylon.

Renate begann nun einen wilden Ritt auf dem dicken Kolben ihres Peters. Von dem Gestöhne der beiden wurden Uwe und Thomas angelockt.

Renate hatte zwar die Tür hinter sich geschlossen, aber nicht zugesperrt. Langsam drückte Uwe die Klinke herunter und öffnete die Tür einen Spalt breit. Die beiden Söhne schauten durch die Öffnung und sahen direkt auf den geilen Strumpfhosenarsch ihrer Mutter, die gerade auf dem Mordsständer ihres Mannes auf und ab hüpfte.

Gerade in diesem Moment hatten ihre Eltern ihren Orgasmus. Renate hob ihren Hintern noch eben vom Schwanz ihres Mannes herunter und schon wichste Peter seiner Frau seine ganze Spermaladung auf den Nylonarsch.

Uwe und Thomas verschwanden schnell wieder in ihr Zimmer. Renate und ihr Mann lagen jetzt völlig erschöpft nebeneinander auf dem Bett.

Peter hatte sich vorgenommen seine Frau nun Escort Ankara in sein neues Geheimnis einzuweihen. Er wusste zwar das Renate ein richtig versautes Luder war, aber er wusste nicht wie sie darauf reagieren würde, wenn er ihr beichtete das er mit seinen Söhnen geilen Sex gehabt hatte.

Trotzdem wollte er es versuchen. Wenn sie negativ reagieren würde, konnte er ja immer noch sagen, dass es ein Scherz gewesen sei. „Renate unterbrich mich jetzt nicht bitte nicht bei dem was ich dir erzähle…ok? Nachher kannst du dich dazu äußern”.

Und nun erzählte Peter wie er seine Söhne beim Sexspiel in der Unterwäsche seiner Frau entdeckt hatte. Wie er sie förmlich überrumpelt hatte und anschließend wahnsinnig geilen Sex mit seinen Söhnen gehabt hatte.

Er ließ kein Detail aus und schilderte alles in allen Einzelheiten. Als es fertig war mit seiner Beichte rechnete er eigentlich mit einer wenigstens deftigen Reaktion seiner Frau und eventuell auf mit schlimmen Vorwürfen. Aber weit gefehlt. Renate sagte nur ganz lapidar: „Das musste ja so kommen. Ich habe nämlich die Escort Bayan Beiden auch schon dabei erwischt als sie im Keller in meinen gebrauchten Strumpfhosen Sex miteinander hatten.

Nur habe ich mich nicht zu erkennen gegeben. Sie wissen also nicht das ich sie beobachtet habe. Danach habe ich dann allerdings auch mit dem Feuer gespielt. Und jetzt erzählte Renate ihrem Mann wie sie ihre beiden Söhne im Wohnzimmer so richtig heiß gemacht hat.

Zum Sex ist es allerdings dann nicht mehr gekommen. Da hatte ich dann doch meine Skrupel”. Peter antwortete ihr: „Ich finde, solange nichts von unseren perversen Spielchen nach Außen gelangt und wir alle dichthalten, sollten wir uns ab jetzt keine Tabus mehr auferlegen.

Ich finde die Jungen haben es verdient das ihre Mama sich mal ein bisschen mehr um sie kümmert als nur mit kochen und Wäsche waschen. Oder hast du nicht auch schon mal in deiner Phantasie daran gedacht wie es wäre, wenn du von Thomas gevögelt wirst und Uwe einen bläst”?

Es war genau, dass woran sie schon des Öfteren in ihren Träumen gedacht hatte. Und nach ihren Beobachtungen im Wäschekeller hatte diese Phantasie immer mehr von ihr Besitz ergriffen.

Sie war jetzt fest entschlossen bei der nächsten Gelegenheit ihre fast erwachsenen Söhne nach allen Regeln zu verführen. Renate und Peter schmiedeten einen Plan.

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***Everyone in this story is fiction and over the age of 18.***

*****

The sounds of pouring rain woke me up. My back was stiff from sleeping in the recliner. I looked down to see Darwin was asleep next to me, his left arm wrapped around my chest with his leg wrapped around my leg, his thigh brushed against my bulge. I turned my head right to look at the clock and saw it was 2 am. I had to pee, desperately. Moving cautiously, I moved his arm and leg off of me, trying not to wake him. When I was free, I got off the chair and stretched, then turned off the record player before walking to the restroom.

When I finished relieving myself in the bathroom, I had noticed my briefs were stained with cum, I guess there was still some remaining and leaked out. I removed them and threw them in the hamper, then moved over to the sink to wash my face. Next, I went to my room to put on some sweats then went back out to the living room. Darwin was still asleep in his white briefs, I almost wanted to wake him but decided to let him sleep. I brewed some coffee then sat at the table with my laptop and decided to get some grading done.

About an hour later, Darwin woke up. He saw me sitting at the table shirtless in front of the laptop. I made eye contact with him, he then got off the chair.

“There is coffee” I mumbled.

“Thanks, but I think I should leave,” he said.

“Oh?” I said surprised. I got up and walked to him in the living room. I saw him bend over to pick up his clothes and I couldn’t resist looking at his ass.

“Yeah, I have to get up about 6 hours. It was nice, honestly. I hope it will happen again.”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ll need some time.”

He placed his hand on my chest, “Take all the time you need.” He then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, then left.

After he left, I continued to grade papers until 6 am when I fell back to sleep.

I woke up at noon on Saturday and saw it wasn’t raining anymore but it was still cloudy. I jumped in the shower, while in the shower I began to think about what happened last night. “Was I gay now?” I asked myself. I shook my head and continued to shower, but as I looked down I saw that my penis was erect. No matter how many times I shook my head or tried to think about something, I kept seeing Darwin in my head, his small slim body, his lovely ass cheeks that I wanted to part with my cock. I decided to not fight it anymore and stroked my cock while I showered, remembering the hot moments with Darwin. I closed my eyes as I sped up. “Maybe it was a phase?” but the question was lost in the hot memories of last night. Then I opened my eyes when I felt my balls contract, my seed shot out and splattered over the tile shower wall. I placed my hands on my head and continued to shower.

When I was done, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, my erection was semi-hard. I wasn’t sure what I was anymore, I always remembered being attracted to women, but Darwin was different. I needed to see him again, hopefully, he can help me figure things out.

It was 8 uydukent escort pm and I was sitting on my couch in my socks with a glass of wine. I wore blue levis with a white t-shirt. I thought about how would I text him. What would I say? I didn’t want to come off as needy. I took a deep breath and simply sent a message saying “Hey.” Within seconds I got a reply, “Hi, Mr. McCall.”

“I told you to call me Damian.”

“Sorry, what is up?”

“Was wondering if you wanted to talk?”

“About what?”

“About what happened?”

“Should I call you or do you want me to go over?” I stopped and looked out my window, if he came over I might have sex with him again. Then again, was that a bad thing? Was that what I really wanted? I was so confused, I didn’t know what to do. “I don’t know.”

“Hmm, I’ll be right over then.”

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

I got up from my chair and walked to the kitchen, I stood over the sink. I felt nervous, “Why am I nervous?” I said out loud. I shook it off and went back to the living room.

He had arrived 30 minutes later, he wore a grey sweatshirt, with black denim pants. He came into the house and sat on the couch. I offered him some wine, which he declined. I then sat on the other side of the couch.

“So, what do you need to talk about?” he said softly.

I took a deep breath before answering, “Honestly, I am confused.”

“What do you mean?” he moved closer to me.

“I mean, before last night I was attracted to women and I only have sex with women.”

“But?” now sitting a foot away.

“I don’t know, last night was great. Then again maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in a while.”

Darwin placed his hand on my knee and smiled at me, “Damien, you said that last night was great, right?”

I nodded.

“Then what is the problem? I’ve had sex with plenty of straight people who just see it as sex and nothing else. “Sex is Sex” is what I always hear.”

I took in what he said, he was right, maybe I was just overthinking this.

“I sucked your dick, though.”

“Maybe you’re bicurious? Come on, you had wine in you.”

“I guess maybe, I mean it wasn’t bad. Not sure if I would do it again.”

“I don’t expect you to, I get pleasure from pleasuring you.”

I leaned back on the couch, “So how does this work?”

“Whichever way you like.”

“So I can call you over for a blowjob?”

He nodded.

“I can turn you over, bend you over the coffee table and fuck your brains out?”

“We can do anything you want.” This felt like something out of a porn movie. And maybe it was or maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe I should just enjoy the situation.

I leaned forward and placed my glass on the coffee table, “I have a confession, I jerked off in the shower today, thinking about your body.”

Darwin’s hand moved up my thigh, “I have a confession too.”

I turned my head, “Yeah?”

“I sucked your dick while you were asleep last night.”

“I didn’t know I can cum while asleep.” zeytinburnu escort he laughed. “I guess that is why I had a cum stain on my briefs?”

“Guess, I didn’t fully drain you.” I felt his hand move up to my crotch, he began rubbing it, within seconds my member grew.

“Wait, not here though,” I said softly.

“Where?”

I got up from the couch and guided him to my room, I wouldn’t mind doing it again in the living room but I didn’t want to risk getting seen by anyone. Of course, I could have closed the blinds, but if I fell asleep again, I would rather do it on my bed.

I brought him to the room, he took a quick look around before turning towards me. He kissed my neck as his hands began to move around my body. “Let me give you pleasure” he whispered.

We continued to kiss as we moved towards my bed, then I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. He got on top of me and began to kiss me, his soft kisses peppering my neck and chest until he reached my waist. He kneeled and unbuckled my belt and looked at me, “I hope you’re wearing something sexy down there.”

He unzipped my pants and pulled them down, revealing my grey briefs. He looked up and smiled. His hand rubbed against my erection before pulling out my member and wrapping his hand around it. I tilted my head back as he did, I jerked when I felt one of my balls get sucked into to his mouth. I looked down at him seeing him suck on my testicle. It was a new experience, never had I had anyone suck on my testicle, it felt amazing.

After a while, Darwin stopped sucking on my testicle and began sucking on my member. He concentrated on the head causing me to moan. I placed my hand on his head as he did, his hands reached under me and began caressing my ass. He moved slowly, enjoying every inch of me in his mouth. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, I couldn’t believe it was happening again.

I jerked when I felt him take me all the way in, the head of my member being squeezed by his throat. Then he pulled off, to be honest, I didn’t get deep throated a lot. To be honest, of the many women I’ve had sex with, there was nothing compared to Darwin. Darwin really appreciated giving a blowjob, he put in the work in pleasuring my member.

As he bobbed his head, I removed my shirt and tossed it on the floor. I used my left hand to hold myself up while my right hand rested on his head, feeling his curly hair as he worked on my member.

I was close to cumming when I lifted his head, “Hey, you keep that up I’m going to cum.”

He smiled, stroking my saliva covered cock. “That wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

Darwin’s tongue licked the underside of my head, sending pleasure up my spine into the back of my head. I made him stop again, this time I made him stand up.

I stood up before him, we were an inch away from each other, he learned in “You can do anything you want with me, anything you would do to a woman.” he whispered.

I made my move by pressing my lips against his soft lips. He didn’t protest as we kissed şişli escort each other once again. My hands slowly moved down his slim body making their way to his pants, I unbuckled them and allowed them to drop to the floor. I looked down to see he wore baby blue briefs. As we kissed my hands moved over his ass cheeks, caressing them, parting them part. I wanted to put myself in him again.

I lifted him by the legs, turned around and gently placed him on the bed. We continued to kiss for a few more seconds before moving to the next thing. He rolled me onto my back, then he slowly slid down my body kissing me everywhere he could. When he made it to my erection, he took it into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down at a fast speed, I couldn’t hold it, within seconds I came into his mouth. I grabbed the bed sheets as I did, the orgasm was amazing.

Darwin then straddled me, spitting out some of my cum into his left hand, while his right hand pulled down his briefs. At first, I was confused on what he was doing but then it hit me, he was using my cum to lube his ass. It was new and strange for me. He stroked my dick, before slowly lowering himself onto my dick.

I gasped as I entered him, I had forgotten how tight he was. When I was fully in, I began to thrust slowly. We made eye contact as I penetrated him.

He then placed his hand on my chest, taking control and began to move his waist up and down my cock, he rode me. I had closed my eyes as he continued, enjoying the pleasure I was receiving. I wanted more, I didn’t want it to end, I wanted to fuck his tight hole every day, I wanted this all the time.

I opened my eyes and flattened my feet on the ground, grabbed him around the waist and began to thrust into him faster. We both moaned louder, I saw his head tilted back as I sped up. I could hear the slap noises coming from my thighs slapping against his ass cheeks.

As we continued, my hands reached around to his ass cheeks and lightly squeezed. Darwin leaned down and gave me a kiss, his whimpers were enticing. I continued for a few more minutes until I felt my balls contract, my thrusting slowed and I shot my warm jizz into his rectum. I gasped with each pump that followed, I didn’t think it was possible to jizz this much after a previous ejaculation. He lied on my stomach with my erection still in his hole, he didn’t want me to pull out and neither did I.

My hand was on his back, rubbing his soft skin. Minutes later, my erection faded and out slipped my penis.

“We should shower.” I said to him.

He smiled, “I agree.”

He stood got off the bed and pulled up his underwear, which was not stained with cum.

“I should wash those,”

He nodded as he slips them off and handed them to me. I grabbed it and threw it in the hamper along with my clothes. We both stood completely naked and together we walked to the bathroom. In there, I turned the faucet and we waited for the water to get hot.

“How do you feel?” Darwin asked.

“Amazing.”

“That’s good.”

“I’m okay with doing this more often.”

When the water was hot, we both stepped into the shower and bathed. Within the last 24 hours, my life had changed. I had sex with a man, a student, and it was amazing. I’m not sure what sexual orientation is anymore, but hopefully, Darwin can help me figure it out. Until then, I will enjoy the ride.

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INTRODUCTION

This is the story of how I underwent three regression therapy sessions with surprising revelations about my present life, love and personal circumstances

Chapter 1: Opening Scene

It was 7pm and I was beginning to get nervous, wondering if this was such a good idea after all. For the umpteenth time I had glanced at my watch, looked out of living room window and sighed.

“Relax will you? You know that Michael will turn up as promised. Naomi said he is reliable and not one to waste anybody’s time” Elliott said with an amused tone in his voice.

That was easy for him to say; after all it hadn’t been his idea to invite a hypnotist to our home to practise his dark arts on me in the name of science. Okay I know that sounds a little melodramatic, but that’s how I was feeling right then. I glanced in his direction, smiled in acknowledgement of his calming logic, kissed him tenderly on his forehead and ruffled his blonde locks which he was currently growing retro-style with side curtains (very 1980’s). I had to admit that I was just a little jealous of his thick blonde locks and being in his 40’s it just wasn’t fair! Here I am in my early 30’s and reduced to close cropping my hair because of its increasingly rapid retreat. I had been so proud of my easy to style black hair that did whatever I wanted it to do, now it was a distant memory. Just deserts I guess, my mum had always said I was too vain and that I would ruin my hair with all the gel and styling cream I used on a daily basis. Hmm! What do mums know? I used to think.

Glancing over to the 1930’s mantelpiece I felt a warm glow in my heart as I looked at our Wedding photo enlarged to poster size and elegantly framed. I think it’s safe to say that it was the happiest day of my life, not only was I marrying the love of my life but I felt I was coming home again having been away for so long. The two of us stood centre stage, Elliott as blonde and fair as I was dark and swarthy, dressed immaculately in our silvery grey morning suits holding hands beaming broadly. To either side of us stood our respective families ranging in age from my elderly grandparents to my nephews and nieces barely out of nappies but intent on creating mischief wherever they went. My sisters were doing their best to keep their offspring in line for the camera and failing miserably! I barely remember the reception afterwards because of the quantities of alcohol consumed but the photographs which sit in our album fill in the missing gaps and are an endless source of amusement for visiting friends and family.

The ring on the doorbell startled me out of my reminiscing and with another quick glance at Elliott for reassurance I went to answer the front door. Opening the door, I was greeted by the smiling face of an elderly gentleman, I would guess in his early seventies and in his prime he would have been a very handsome man.

“Hi, I’m Michael. You must be Sean.” The elderly man said before offering his hand for me to shake.

“How did you know?” I asked in surprise.

“I’m not psychic for nothing you know!” He laughed in response. “No, seriously, Naomi gave me a photo of you and Elliott to see if I could pick up anything before I paid you a visit.”

“Oh right, you’d better come in then!” I replied with a smile and stepped backwards and held the door open for him.

“Thank you.” He replied with a warm smile and walked into the hallway looking with casual interest before turning left into the living room and greeting Elliott with the same cheerfulness he had with me.

Elliott invited him to sit down while fetched the freshly brewed coffee and biscuits Elliott had prepared just before Michael’s arrival.

“So, here we are then.” Michael broke the ice having taken a cup of coffee and an offered biscuit. “Before I explain what my role will be, perhaps you two would like to tell me a little about yourselves and what you would like to gain from this session(s).”

I looked down at the coffee cup in my hand for a moment before making a start on why I had requested his services.

“Ever since I came to Exeter fifteen years ago I have been having strange experiences, which I find hard to explain and as time goes by seem to me to be more than just coincidence. I guess this may sound a little screwy, but I felt like I had finally come home when I moved here, even though I had never been to Exeter in my life before. Whenever I walk anywhere out in the countryside with our dogs I instinctively know where I am going and often get a strange sense of déjà vu but it’s only when it’s a rural setting, never when in town. Elliott initially thought I might have seen tourist literature about Exeter in the past and that is why it seems familiar but that explanation doesn’t feel right because it’s not the town, it’s the surrounding countryside I remember. Also with some of the friends I have made here (including Elliott) I feel that I have known them all my life and that I know what makes uydukent escort them tick better than those friends I have known since being at school. To be honest I’m not sure what I am expecting from today, all I know is what our dear friend Naomi has told me about you and your experience in this type of matter.”

“Okay, that’s fair enough.” Michael nodded deep in thought before glancing over to Elliott with a smile. “How about you? Are you participating or is it just Sean I will be working with today?”

Elliott hesitated for the briefest of moments before replying “I think at this stage I would prefer to wait and see what develops from your session with Sean. Don’t get me wrong, I have the deepest respect for your field of expertise and I am genuinely interested in whatever results from today. I just think it would be inappropriate at this early stage to join in, I have a feeling it would cloud the issue especially as Sean and I are emotionally very close. Perhaps if Sean finds the answers he is seeking then I will change my mind, in the meantime I am happy to help in any way I can.”

“Yes I can see that” Michael replied. “Naomi was right when she said there was an overpowering sense of emotional connection between the two of you, it is almost tangible. I have to admit it is very rare these days to see such a bond and one that has such a history to it.”

“History?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

“Sorry, I am digressing; I will come to that later after our session. So tell me a little about your backgrounds, where did you two guys grow up and how did you meet?”

Again I went first. “Well my name is Sean Mariccoli; I am half English half Italian (on my father’s side). The first ten years of my life were spent living with my parents in their apartment in Naples before we relocated to London where I spent the next eight years getting a good British education (at my mother’s insistence). Having done well with my GCSE A-Levels I chose to study Psychology at Exeter University and after the summer holidays I bid farewell to my parents at Paddington Train Station and caught the express train to Exeter St. Davids with all my worldly possessions in two big suitcases. Having unloaded my suitcases off the train I waited for it to pull away before looking around to see where I needed to go next. I glanced across the tracks to the opposite platform where I saw the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my life. I just stood there staring for what seemed an eternity, I was transfixed. He was in his late twenties, spiked blonde hair, dressed very smartly in a designer suit carrying a black leather brief case casually looking around at other commuters. Finally he noticed me staring, smirking he nodded in my direction and then looked over at the platform cafe to my left. Before I could respond his train arrived, like a lovesick puppy I stood there waiting to see if I would get another chance to see the handsome stranger before it left the station. Try as I might I couldn’t see him anywhere, then the train departed and he had gone. Crestfallen I picked up my suitcases and turned in the direction of the main entrance. The next thing I know is that I felt a tap on my shoulder and a deep rich voice chuckling saying that I was rather slow on the uptake considering how obvious I had made my intentions. He then led the way to the cafe where we had a coffee and chatted for ages (with massive flirting going on) before arranging to meet later that week for the first of many dates. Within a couple of weeks we were an item and by the end of the first term I had moved in with Elliott. The rest as they say is history.”

“And you Elliott?” Michael asked.

“Oh, mine’s a simple story.” Elliott responded with his usual casual confidence. “I am Devon born and bred. I can trace my family history in Exeter and the surrounding area way back when. I grew up not far from here, went to Bramdean School where I got my A-Levels and then went to the University of Surrey in Guildford to study Business & Retail Management. I was there three years before returning to Exeter to join my father’s business consultancy firm where I have worked ever since. I first saw Sean while waiting to catch a train to Basingstoke where I was due to attend a meeting (I finally got to my destination some two hours late, but it was worth the delay on both counts). I was casually people watching when I spotted this teenager looking lost and oh so cute! I don’t normally go for guys younger than myself but there was something about him which instantly drew my attention and acting on impulse I met his gaze and gestured to meet me in the platform cafe. I made my way to his platform to find that he hadn’t moved an inch and was about to leave. We spent about an hour in the cafe chatting, I found myself becoming smitten with this dark, cute young man and it was only with great reluctance I tore myself away to catch the next train to Basingstoke and my meeting but not before I had arranged zeytinburnu escort a date. I sat on that train with the biggest grin on my face which lasted for most of the journey. We had a whirlwind romance and before I knew it Sean was living with me and I am as happy as can be. I really feel that I have found my soul mate.”

Nodding and smiling gently Michael said “Well that has given me a good insight into your backgrounds and you both seem like well grounded guys with your heads firmly screwed on. I can see no reason why we can’t proceed with the regression hypnotism to see if we can’t get to the bottom of your sense of déjà vu and coincidences. This is of course assuming that you are still happy to go ahead with it”.

Feeling both nervous and excited, as if I was finally on the right course I confirmed that I wanted to go ahead with this and that I also wanted Elliott to remain in the room so he could record and witness whatever should transpire during the session.

Chapter 2: 1st Regression Therapy Session

Sitting comfortably in the arm chair I did my best to relax and take deep breaths as instructed by Michael’s quiet and soothing voice. Slowly the world around me slipped away, my eyes were closed; there was just me and the voice in the darkness.

“I want you to relax completely, let go of all conscious thoughts and as I take you back just go with the flow and accept whatever images come into your mind. I want you to think about the first time you ever came to Exeter and tell me what you remember. Don’t try to analyse what you see, just describe it as it is.”

Slowly a vision appeared before my eyes, like I was watching a film yet immersed within it at the same time. I must have physically reacted because I heard Michael ask “What can you see?”

“Soldiers, my comrades and friends, marching in front of me.”

“Soldiers? What do they look like? Where are you going?”

“Yes, we are soldiers. We are Emperor Hadrian’s soldiers. We are marching towards Isca Dumnoniorum, one of the new outposts where there has been local resistance which needs suppressing. In front of me are thirty men, all dressed in red knee length tunics, metal helmets, body armour, sandals. We are carrying our shields and javelins in our hands with our daggers and swords attached to what looks like a belt. I am in the last row of men and we are marching in unison at a brisk pace. We want to get there before sunset and still have a long way to go so we will not be resting; I am aching from the march we are on.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“What can you see?”

“Ahead of us, a main path which we are following, to my left are flood meadows with grazing cattle and sheep rising up to low wooded hills. To my right is a fast flowing river which is quite wide. On the opposite bank it is more wooded and therefore more likely to offer unwelcome surprises for us. Looking over my shoulder I can see a shadowy figure following us at a discreet distance doing his best to remain hidden, but I have seen him.”

“Describe him.”

“He is a tall powerful looking man, muscular with blue tattoo designs over his naked chest shoulders and arms. He has blonde spiked hair in the style that many native Britons grow it. He is wearing what appears to be loose fitting leather trousers which are tied at the waist and some type of footwear. He is carrying a dagger casually in his hand. He realises that I have seen him and stares at me, I stop marching as if my feet have taken root and stare transfixed back at him.”

“Do you know who he is?”

“No. He looks like any other native; although by the clothing and his tattoos I guess he is not a commoner most likely a higher ranking warrior. Although, on second thoughts; there is something familiar about him.”

“Look closer, do you recognise him?”

“Wait. He has just given me a confident smile making his blue eyes twinkle; it sends shivers down my spine. Now I recognise him, he looks likes Elliott, I’d recognise that smile anywhere!”

“Really? What is happening now?”

“Nothing, we just stand there and stare at each other for ages not taking our eyes off one another. Then I hear a cry – Caius Artorius Vitalis! Move it! Do you want to get us all killed – we will be if you keep standing there like an idiot staring into space. Uh oh, it’s my commander; he is striding towards me looking very angry. I try to explain to him that we are being followed and that I had spotted one of the rebels but when I point in the direction of the figure the man has disappeared. For my troubles I get a stinging slap across the face and get pushed roughly in the direction of the others and told to keep up.”

The vision faded out abruptly and I opened my eyes reflexively, the contrast between my vision and reality before me was jarring and I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I really was awake before looking round the room.

Elliott was sitting on the şişli escort edge of his seat, a mixture of concern and disbelief playing across his face as he watched me intently. A pang of guilt coursed through my body for having asked Elliott to stay and witness this session. Michael however seemed energised and extremely pleased with himself.

“Are you okay?” Michael asked. “You came round quickly and sooner than I had expected.”

I was sure that I detected a slight trace of disappointment in his tone, just like when you have recorded a programme to find out that the recording finishes two minutes before the end of the programme.

“I’m fine, honestly. I can’t believe just how vivid the images I was seeing were, it was like a cross between watching a movie and recalling a recent event from memory. I don’t understand how I can remember an event which clearly isn’t from my lifetime and I know I wasn’t dreaming it up from my imagination.”

“How can you be sure that it’s not just a flight of fancy, something you might have seen from a film or read in a book?” Elliott asked, now sitting back in his chair looking very thoughtful.

“I wasn’t in control of the images any more than you are when you’re watching a film, yet I knew every single person in my field of vision and all about them; their likes, dislikes and history. How would I know all this if I was simply making this up as I go?” I replied.

Michael agreed with me and thanked me for being so open with my experiences and sharing them with him and Elliott. He felt that my experiences were genuine and deserved to be explored further, if we were willing to do so, as he was sure that we had just scratched the surface today. I for one was intrigued by this and felt that I had made a positive first step to gaining a better understanding of my experiences.

I was beginning to feel mentally and emotionally drained as if I had just sat an exam, so I decided I needed a change of scenery (the kitchen) and a strong cup of coffee. As I waited for the kettle to boil I gazed out of the kitchen window and across the neatly manicured lawn (my pride and joy) my mind drifting on nothing in particular, so much so that I didn’t hear the others walk into the room continuing with the conversation that I had left behind. I jumped when I felt Elliott’s arms wrap round my waist and felt his breath on the nape of my neck before he gently kissed me.

“Sorry, I was miles away” I said with a smile and turned round in his arms. I kissed him briefly on the lips before resuming with the coffee making. Around the kitchen table the three of us sat, Elliott and I sipped our coffees as we listened intently to Michael recounting tales of other regression therapy cases he’d worked on and his theories on what it all meant. Having completed his second cup of coffee and checked again that I was okay, Michael announced that it was time for him make an exit as it was now getting late. Before he left we arranged to undertake a second regression next weekend and with that he quietly let himself out.

As Elliott loaded the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen I took the opportunity to have a quick shower. I let the hot water course over me washing away all the thoughts of the last couple of hours and allowing me to return fully to the here and now. Shower over, as I briskly towelled myself dry I could hear Elliott moving around downstairs so still naked I casually sauntered downstairs and using the door way to frame me I struck a seductive pose and asked him if there was anything I could do to help.

Looking up with a grin at the sight of my naked body he assured me that he had everything under control but if I cared to retire to our bedroom then he was certain I might be able to help him out. With an exaggerated wink and a Marilyn Monroe style pouting kiss I turned on my heel and ran up the stairs heading for the master bedroom and the very sturdy bed within. Wanting to create the right effect I carefully arranged myself so that when Elliott walked into the room he would be able to see my hidden gateway waiting patiently for his entry. What I hadn’t anticipated on was that I was more tired than I realised and fell asleep long before he’d finished his shower.

I woke with a slight start as my legs were gently pushed further apart and a hand reached underneath to retrieve my crown jewels. Gently cupping my balls he expertly rolled them while his warm wet tongue slowly and lovingly licked my rapidly expanding shaft. Moaning gently I savoured every sensation of my erect cock being swallowed up to the hilt while his hands massaged my buttocks. In response I clenched and unclenched them causing my cock to thrust in and out of his mouth, gradually the tempo increased until I was about to shoot my load. Sensing this Elliott pulled his mouth away with a chuckle before turning his attention to my puckered hole. For what seemed eternity his tongue explored every nook and cranny both inside and out, I was in heaven! My hole was gagging to be filled and in my lust I said as much.

“Right you are then, soldier boy! Brace yourself, here it comes……”

And so it did, with one experienced thrust his generously sized cock and bulbous head forced its way past the saliva laden ring and up my arse causing me to rear up in response.

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It was late at night and I was traveling for several hours to meet up with an old friend. I had to take a piss so I exited to the nearest rest stop. I always had a fantasy of an encounter at a rest stop, but I wasn’t a big risk taker, so I generally did not expect anything to happen.

Time for a happy surprise.

I stood alone at a urinal in what was a genuinely nice, clean and larger sized restroom. While there, another man entered and strangely parked in the urinal right next to mine, though men know that there is an etiquette of where one positions himself, in particular because there were 7 other urinals available.

So, we were both doing our business, and I glance over, and a 40 something man glances back with a bit of a sly, smirkish smile. He’s attractive, fit, and looks like a cool character. I give a nod back, and he nonchalantly raises his body up and looks down as if to see what is going on over there. I was taken aback for a second and he stops and resumes his business. I take the queue and do the same, looking over the separating wall and take a gander at what he has. He’s not pissing anymore, and when he sees my response, he starts a little stroke that turns what already looks like a decent cut member a little larger.

“Like what you see?” he whispers.

I nod yes, and ever so slightly lick my lips.

He looks back down as he strokes it even bigger.

I take my chance and zip up, walk past him toward the back of the restroom, and give him a quick but gentle swat on the back of his pants. An invitation, buca escort if you get my drift. He did get it, and as I entered the farthest stall in the room, he followed me in.

OMG was this going to be awesome. Late night, all alone, restroom head, and I was giving it.

Once we were both inside, the door was closed and locked. Since it was the last stall against the wall of the building, I guided him to that wall, and prepared to do my part. He had zipped up too, so I turned my head toward him and calmly undid the button of his pants and slowly and quietly unzipped them. Then I pulled them down far enough, and pulled his underwear down just below his balls, letting a nice and hard 7 inch cock spring free. It was a perfect sight. Nice girth, a perfectly sized missile head to match, and a pair of handful sized hangers for me to hold onto.

“Do you like to suck?” He whispered.

I nodded my head yes, in anticipation. I wrapped my hand around his heartbeating cock and opened my mouth as far as I could, guiding it to the back of my throat with an outward warm breath, before closing my mouth around as much as I could take and creating a nice warm vacuum. He moaned outwardly and I slowly, like extremely slow, moved my head back to the tip, and then forward again until I felt the tip entering the back of my throat.

Sucking slow is awesome and an art. I’ve always compared eating pussy to cock sucking. You have to make love to it. Kiss it, lick it, and slowly suck it. I never appreciated a blow job çağlayan escort from an eager mouth, though I’ve never turned one down. But a slow start to a slow suck makes the sped-up ending awesome. This time would be different, though.

We were probably a minute or so into it when someone else came into the restroom. We both kind of froze for a second but I was determined and I kept up a quiet and slow suck. All the way down, all the way to the tip. As bad luck would have it, our new neighbor decided to do the moron thing and took residence in the stall right next to us. Now I don’t know about you, but who does that, when there are 4 other stalls available? Idiot.

So I take my mouth off of my new friend’s cock, and put my finger to my lips to signal quiet. I look up at him and he grins and nods yes. He has his hand against the stall wall across from me, helping him lean low enough to be concealed from any onlookers.

Time to start again. I take him all the way in as quietly as I can, and I can feel him wanting to moan in ecstasy. My goal now is to provide as much pleasure as quietly as I can, literally no noise at all if I can do it.

In the next stall, the man clears his throat and it sounds like a magazine is being read, pages being turned.

We are so quiet. It is an amazing feat of two people having sex. Back and forth I go, placing my hand on his orbs and gently but silently massaging them. In my mind, there is no question about where he is going to cum, as if there was anyways, çankaya escort but with the no sound effort we have going, asking the question was out of the question.

As I continue to work his hard, thick shaft, I can feel him getting closer. His breathing becomes a little more labored and I put my hand on his chest with a waving finger to signal quiet. He takes the queue and does his best as his balls tighten up, and thick ropes of cum enter my mouth, and I attempt to control my gag mechanism to the best of my ability. I swallow once, go back down on it, and swallow again. It’s one of the biggest loads I’ve ever taken, and since we are on the silent treatment program, one of the most difficult.

His orgasm subsides, and I have no idea how much noise we made in that moment. In a quiet restroom with a person right next to us, I have to imagine something was heard. I keep his hard cock in my mouth, and go full length to milk the remaining seed out, being careful to leave the head exposed in my mouth as my lips climb his shaft, taking in the last vestiges of his sperm into my mouth gently. He shudders from the aftershocks of the orgasm, and finally I release his now softening cock.

He pulls up his pants and hastily zips up, and mouths “thank you” before opening the door. He leaves quickly and I am at wits end about what to do with myself, now that he has left and there are obviously 2 feet still planted on the floor in front of the toilet.

Well, fuck it, I think to myself, and stand up to leave. Just as I reopen the door to the stall, our stall mate opens his too. As I walk by, I see him, a big man with a trucker’s beard and flannel shirt, stroking an 8 inch monster.

“My turn?” he grumbles.

That’s when I entered his stall and got down on my knees. I wasn’t sure what would happen if another man walked in.

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It was another balmy night in the Philippines and I just wanted to stay in my cottage and do nothing after a hectic day of work. Turning on the shower, I went into the bedroom and undressed completely. Completely naked now and walking back into the bathroom not worrying about what to change into after my shower, someone starts knocking on the door. Quickly grabbing a towel and tying it around my waist, I opened the door slightly when I saw that it was a group of Filipino workers sent to repair and service the air conditioners I was complaining about.

Because they were eight of them standing there with parts and supplies and I not knowing if they would be back, I opened the door for them to come in. Closing the door behind me, I could tell it was going to be some time before they would be finished. As I walked by the bedroom door to turn off the shower, I could see my clothes still on the bedroom floor. Do I draw everybody’s attention to the fact I am naked under the towel or just go about my business until they leave?

Thinking the latter, I went back into the living room. As one of the workers had an air conditioner half way out of the wall, I could see he was having trouble. Offering to hold the machine while he tightened this bolt and that bolt, I didn’t realize how heavy the machine was until he let go and I was holding it by myself. If I let go, the machine would fall. The other guys just seemed to be standing around where l was holding the air conditioner. The longer this went on, the more suspicious I got of these guys. Sometime during my holding the machine, it donned on me that here I was holding this air conditioner naked except a towel wrapped around my waist and these guys had to know it.

I could feel the towel slowly loosening. Not knowing what to do, and knowing I couldn’t just drop the air conditioner, I continued to stand still. Even standing still, I could feel the towel continue to loosen around my waist. I slowly looked around the living room and the eight guys were pretty much focused in my direction. I tried to ignore the group of guys hoping they would go back to work. Feeling the towel loosening more, I knew it would only be a matter of time before the towel would fall off. My next thought even surprised me.

I wanted the towel to fall off! It would look like an accident. But in my mind, I wanted the towel to fall off leaving me completely naked in front of these eight Filipinos. Setting my plan into action, I made several quick moves as though I was adjusting to the weight of the air conditioner and as I had hoped, the towel loosened up completely and fell to the floor – exposing me completely naked in front of the guys. None of them made an effort to pick up the towel. Although I knew the guys were checking out my body, there was nothing I could do to stop them.

After mecidiyeköy escort all, is this what I wanted to happen? In order to make it look like an accident, I asked one of them to pick up the towel for me. I would slowly turn my waist so my cock would sway from side to side and each time I would see their interest grow. Having trimmed my pubic hair only days before, I knew they could see everything pretty good. It was then that I came up with the idea of making a deal so good for them that they would go along with it not knowing I planned it. To them it appeared I had no choice. Offering to pose in my jockstrap for these guys later that night if they would allow me to get dressed now, there was no response. Seeing that this idea was going nowhere, I finally offered to let them come back later in the evening at which time I would pose naked for them. The guys finally took hold of the air conditioner and let me get dressed after I had agreed to let them come back later that night and take photos of me in the nude.

At the agreed upon time later that night, all eight Filipinos arrived at my cottage. Having second thoughts, I told the guys I didn’t think I could go through with the arrangement. Seeing that I was trying to get out of the earlier promise, I was told if I didn’t pose for their cameras, they would make up stories about me and make it difficult to remain in my job. Knowing I had no choice now, I was being blackmailed into humiliating myself in front of eight strangers. Going into the bedroom and closing the door behind me, I couldn’t believe I was really going through with this. Trying not to think about what I was doing, I slowly undressed till I was totally naked. Opening the bedroom door, I walked into the living room where the guys were waiting for me. I felt like I was going to faint. I walked around till I was standing in the middle of living room and then turned around facing all the guys. Nobody said a word – it was an awkward moment for me.

As I looked around, I could see their eyes traveling all over my body. The more I stood there, and the more these guys stared at my nude body, the more uncomfortable I got. They had me move around so they could take frontal pictures, side views, and standing with my back to them. They had me posing nude laying on my back with my knees bent and feet on the floor, they had me laying on my side, they had me laying on my stomach. Standing back up, one of the guys stripped down to just his thong. He stood next to me and had someone take pictures. Three more guys joined him beside me in just their thongs and lots of photos were being taken of us.

Not trying to be obvious, my curiosity got the better of me and I snuck looks at the guys in their tight thongs. They were all in good shape mostly from all the manual labor. pendik escort Their ages ranged in the twenties and thirties. From the bulge between each guy’s legs, I could tell they were well endowed. One of the guys taking pictures had the idea of me lying down at their feet. With the prompting of all of them, I laid down at their feet facing the camera as though they had just captured an animal. Flashes were going off from different angles. As one of the guys standing above me yelled out “how about one like this”, the guy quickly pulled off his thong and was now standing above me naked. As I looked up, I could see his cock hanging between his legs supported by huge testicles. Even soft, his cock was several inches longer than mine when hard. Within a few seconds, the other three pulled off their thongs and were now standing above me nude. Looking at each one, I felt my cock harden to its full 6 inches. They couldn’t help but notice my reaction to their nudity. As the four of them stood naked over me, I was instructed to get on my knees. As I did so, they moved around me so one was on each side of me and two were behind me. Many pictures were taken of this pose.

During the photo shooting, I had the opportunity of sneaking peeks at the muscular guys at my sides. As I saw each guy’s cock hanging between his legs, my erection was stirring. Somewhere along the line, they had gotten me to put my arms around each of their waists and pulled them in tighter to me. In this position, their cocks were only inches from my face. I could see their cocks growing in length and thickness – the older guy’s cock had to be at least 11 inches long and 4 inches thick while the younger guy had to be 10 inches long, 5 inches thick, and wide knob. It was at this point that I didn’t know if there was any turning back from what must be on their minds.

With them having their hardened cocks only inches from my mouth, I could imagine what was going through their minds. One of the guys standing behind me was now standing directly in front of me with his cock pointing at my mouth. I could see the guy move his hips toward me. It was at this moment that I felt the tip of his cock touch my lips and I knew then that I was about to suck my first cock. With his continued pushing the head of his cock on my lips, I opened my mouth allowing him to slide his thick eight inches into my mouth. I could feel the knob of his cock touch the back of my throat. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth until just the knob was in my lips and pushed his hips forward again so the knob of his cock was in the entrance of my throat. As the night wore on, I gave each of the eight guys repeated blowjobs swallowing their loads down my throat. One of them just put on his thong briefs and said he was going to spend the night.

After the sancaktepe escort other left and as I was about to put my clothes on, the guy staying with me told me to remain naked. As I walked around nude, the guy just sat on the couch watching me. Looking down once in a while, I could see his cock was starting to harden again. Now it was my turn to tease him. Each time I had the chance, I made sure he got a good look at anything he wanted. I passed in front of him on purpose to give him plenty of views. I even made it a point to bend over in front of him a few times so he could see my ass cheeks separating. As I was bent over in front of him, I knew his eyes were locked on my ass and my testicles hanging between my legs. Standing back up, I saw his thong he was wearing all of a sudden being tossed at my feet. He was now nude also.

As I turned to face him, I could see his huge brown cock sticking straight up from his crotch. His balls were now drawn up tight. As he instructed me to get on my knees, I took hold of his cock and started jacking him off until he started moaning. His cock was now twelve inches long and thick as a baseball bat. The knob of his cock had to be at least four inches round. Licking my lips, I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and slowly worked my lips over the smooth knob until I could swallow his thick shaft. Letting him fuck my mouth, his cock seemed to be getting thicker. Before he shooting his load, he had me stop and stand up and turn around so my ass was facing him. As he pulled me down on his lap, he took hold of his immense cock and aimed the head at my rectum.

As I came down on his lap, the entrance to my ass came in contact with the head of his cock. Because his cock was wet with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum, the head of his cock finally popped into my rectum as I was forcing my hips down. I now wanted to take this guy’s huge pulsing cock in my ass. As I was pushing myself down on his lap, I could feel his thick shaft sliding in between my virgin ass muscles until I felt the head of his cock hit my stomach wall. I was completely full of his cock and still I was not sitting completely on his lap.

Now lifting and going back down on his slick twelve inches, I gently rolled his testicles in my fingers hoping to get him to empty his load into my ass. It didn’t take long before I felt his warm juice spurting against the inside lining of my stomach. Now satisfied and completely drained, he insisted I clean him off with my tongue. Knowing I didn’t have a choice, I slowly stood up feeling his still throbbing cock sliding out of my ass followed by globs of his semen. As he got dressed, he told me he was bringing four of his black friends over next week so I could do them and that I would need a large supply of condoms. Pulling out his wallet, he threw five dollars at me for my services. After he left, I laid there naked on the carpet still with the taste of his cum on my lips and a warm burning sensation in my stomach. Rolling over, I fell asleep where he left me.

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