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Meine letzte Klassenfahrt vor den Prüfungen begann eigentlich ganz harmlos, wenig wusste ich was da alles passieren sollte.

Schon während der Busfahrt war die Stimmung ausgelassen und die Lehrer, die ganz vorne saßen, merkten nicht viel oder ließen uns gewähren. Die kleinen Flaschen Bier und Mixgetränke hätten sie bei all dem Geklirre eigentlich bemerken sollen, doch wir trieben es anfangs auch nicht zu bunt.

Irgendwann fingen die Jungs an den Autos an denen wir vorüberfuhren ihre nackten Hintern zu zeigen. „Sowas will doch keiner sehen!”, neckten wir die Jungs lachend. „Dann macht ihr doch!”, war die Antwort. Meine Freundin Kati winkte bereits einem LKW-Fahrer und albern wie wir waren rückten wir beide ans Fenster und hoben unsere Shirts hoch um ihm unsere Brüste zu zeigen.

Die Jungs johlten und auch der LKW-Fahrer grinste breit und hupte zwei Mal. Kati wurde mutiger und fasste rüber zu meinen Brüsten und knetete sie etwas, was die Jungs noch lauter johlen und den Fahrer des LKW noch breiter grinsen ließ.

„Das sind aber keine Hintern”, lachte Martin und griff nach Katis Brüsten, nur um sich einen Klaps auf die Finger ein zu handeln. „Wenn Du unsere Hintern sehen würdest, spritzt Du dir gleich in deine Hose”, antwortete sie frech und ich drehte mich auf meinem Sitz herum um ihn meinen Hintern entgegen zu strecken. Ich trug eine enge, äußerst knapp geschnittene Jeans-Hot-Pants und als ich mich so kniend vor lehnte, konnte man das unter Rund meiner Pobäckchen sehen. Martin griff gleich zu und knetet meinen Hintern. Ich lachte nur und wackelte meinen Hintern noch etwas mehr. Das Gejohle wurde wohl zu laut, denn unsere Lehrerin Frau Starke stand vorne auf und kam nach Hinten. „Jetzt benehmt euch mal wieder!”, sagte sie streng, nur noch sehend wie ich mich auf meinem Sitzt zurück drehte und mich wieder richtig hinsetzte.

Die Fahrt ging weiter ohne größere Unruhe, nur Martin schaute immer wieder zu mir und Kati wenn er glaubte ich würde es nicht bemerken.

An eine Raststelle fuhr der Bus ab und wir stiegen aus um eine Pause einzulegen. Einige vertraten sich die konyaalti escort bayan Beine oder gingen zu den Toiletten. Natürlich waren die gleich überbelegt und so beschloss ich mich in die Büsche zu verdrücken. Ich öffnete meine Hose und hockte mich hin, doch bevor ich beginnen konnte hörte ich etwas in den Büschen. Ich schaute mich um… nichts. Dann hörte ich es wieder, ein Rascheln und schweres Atmen. Ohne aufzustehen drückte ich ein paar der Zweige beiseite und sah zwei in die Höhe gereckte, nackte Frauenfüße und die Rückansicht eines nackten Mannes der sich rhythmisch bewegte. Seine prallen Eier klatschten gegen den Hintern der Frau als er tief und in langen Zügen in sie stieß. Es war irgendwie geil ihnen so heimlich zu zu sehen. Der Mann fickte sie härter und ihr gemeinsames Stöhnen wurde lauter. „Oh ja, das ist so geil…”, keuchte der Mann und die Frau lachte stöhnend als sie ihn von sich drückte und auf den Rücken rollte. Über ihm kniend rutschte sie etwas vor und hockte über seinem Gesicht. Er begann sie gleich wild zu lecken und sie stöhnte wieder laut. Meine Spalte kribbelte bei diesem Anblick und ich musste einfach eine Hand zwischen meine Beine schieben. Während ich mich zu streicheln begann, kreiste die Frau ihr Becken heftiger. Ich konnte den Harten des Mannes immer wieder zucken sehen und stellte mir vor wie es wäre, wenn er in mir so zucken würde.

Ich rieb meine kleine Perle und schob mir einen Finger in meine feuchte Spalte als die Frau wieder zurück rutschte und sich auf den Harten setzte. Das Stöhnen, das sie von sich gab verursachte mir Gänsehaut so geil klang es. Sie begann ihren Hintern auf und ab zu bewegen und ich schob einen zweiten Finger in meine zuckende Muschi. Ich schob mein Top nach oben und massierte mit meiner andern Hand meine Brüste, rollte meine harten Nippel zwischen meinen Fingern. „Schau doch nicht nur zu, komm her…”, sagte die Frau plötzlich laut und ich zuckte zusammen und duckte mich instinktiv. Hatte sie mich gesehen? „Hmm.. der sieht aber lecker aus..”, sprach sie und muratpasa escort bayan ich schaute wieder hoch. Von der anderen Seite der Büsche trat ein Mann zu dem Pärchen und ich keuchte erstaunt. Es war Herr Lauterbach, der Vater von Marina. Er hatte schon Geheimratsecken und eine nerdige Brille und einen leichten Wohlstandbauch. Dass die die Frau ihn so einfach heranwinkte erstaunte mich. Herr Lauterbach trat etwas unsicher näher an das Pärchen heran und die Frau streckte gleich ihre Hand nach seiner Hose aus und rieb seine Beule. „Keine Angst Kumpel”, hörte ich den andern Mann sagen, „Sie beißt nur manchmal”. Schon hatte sie die Hose offen und den harten Schwanz befreit. Herr Lauterbach schaute noch etwas unsicher aber stöhnte bereits während sie seine Eichel leckte. Sein Schwanz sah nicht besonders groß aus aber sie leckte ihn so leidenschaftlich als wäre es der beste Schwanz der Welt. Der andere Mann kroch unter ihr hervor und kniete nun hinter der Frau die damit beschäftigt war den Schwanz vor ihr zu lutschen. Sie nahm ihn ganz in ihren Mund und stöhnte gedämpft. Ich selbst war klatschnass vom Zusehen und schob mir zwei Finger tief in meine Spalte. Es war so geil die Drei heimlich zu beobachten. Meine Muschi zuckte geil und eng um meiner Finger und ich schob sie rhythmisch hinein und heraus während ich mit der anderen Hand unter mein Shirt schob und meine Brüste knetete. Meine Brustwarzen waren steinhart und ich nahm die Rechte zwischen Daumen und Zeigefinger und drehte sie etwas dazwischen. Lust zuckte durch meinen ganzen Körper und direkt zwischen meine Beine und ich spürte wie meine Spalte sich kurz um meine Finger zusammen zog. Ich war so geil in diesem Moment das ich alles um mich herum zu vergessen schien. Tief und langsam schon ich meine Finger in meine nasse Möse, bog die Finger etwas und drückte so herrlich gegen genau die richtige Stelle, die meinen Körper erzittern ließ. Ich biss mir auf die Unterlippe um nicht zu laut zu stöhnen, obwohl die Drei auf der anderen Seite der Büsche mich wahrscheinlich nicht gehört serik escort bayan hätten.

Immer wieder zog ich meine glitschigen Finger aus meiner zuckenden Spalte und rieb meine kleine Lustperle und schloss immer wieder kurz meine Augen. Doch ich wollte auch weiter dem geilen Treiben der drei Erwachsenen zusehen.

Herr Lauterbach keuchte röchelnd und zuckte immer wieder mit dem Becken. „Ich.. ich komm gleich…”, japste er und auch der Mann hinter der Frau keuchte heftiger. „Ja, füll ihr das Maul!”, kommandierte er und gab ihr ein paar Klapser auf den Hintern was sie nur noch mehr anfeuerte und dazu brachte grunzend noch ihr Gesicht noch mehr an Herrn Lauterbach heran zu drücken. Herr Lauterbach zuckte und keuchte wild. Ich stellte mir vor wie er in meinem Mund kommt und schob mir meine zwei Finger noch tiefer in meine pulsierende Spalte. Dieses Gefühl, diese Vorstellung… es war so geil. Eng zuckte meine Spalte um meine Finger und ein Schwall Feuchte rann durch meinen Tunnel und über die Hand. Ich zog mein Shirt höher und biss darauf um nicht laut los zu stöhnen während der Mann auf den Hintern der Frau wichste und Herr Lauterbach ihr seinen schlaffer werdenden Schwanz über die Lippen rieb.

Ich hielt meine Finger tief in meiner zuckenden Spalte und biss hart auf mein Shirt und genoss die Nachwirkung meines Orgasmus, doch dann erschrak ich heftig… Herr Lauterbach hatte seine Hose geschlossen und kam direkt auf die Büsche zu, hinter denen ich hockte. Schnell stand ich auf und konnte gerade noch so meine Hose hochziehen als er durch die Büsche trat.

Wir sahen und eine Sekunde erschrocken in die Augen und wurden dann beide rot, wohl ahnend, dass der Andere wusste was gerade gelaufen war. „Das bleibt unter uns?”, frug Herr Lauterbach und ich nickte noch röter werdend. Ohne nachzudenken ergriff ich seine dargebotene Hand und wusste erst nicht warum er mich schon wieder erschrocken ansah, doch dann realisierte ich es: Meine Hand… meine Finger waren noch glitschig-feucht mit meinem Saft. Nun wurde ich wieder rot und er grinste nur. „Wir gehen besser verschiedene Wege zum Bus”, meinte er und ich nickte nur und verschwand schnell.

„Laura, wo warst Du… hab dich gesucht”, wollte Kati von mir wissen und grinste dann. „Du hast doch was Versautes gemacht, woll? Ich sehe dir das doch an…”. Ich wurde wieder Rot und murmelte nur unverständlich als ich in den Bus stieg, vorbei an Herrn Lauterbach der sich mit Frau Starke unterhielt und mir dann unmerklich zunickte.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Hy, ich bin Simone, bin heute 27 Jahre alt, 1,65 m groß, rote Haare und wiege so um die 50 kg. Ich will Euch heute mal meine erste Erfahrung schildern, die wohl die Exhibitionistin in mir geweckt hat.

Ich war damals in der 8 Klasse des Gauß-Schneider-Gymnasium und meine Noten waren sehr gut, was mir damals wohl zu recht den Titel einer Streberin eingebracht hat. Auch meine Haarfarbe hat nicht dazu beigetragen, das ich eine beliebte Schülerin war. Im nachhinein, fand ich das gar nicht so schlimm. So konnte ich immer mein Ding durchziehen, ohne groß Aufsehen zu erregen! Der Schwimmunterricht hat mir zu dieser Zeit am meisten gefallen, dazu aber mehr in den folgenden Erzählungen.

Jetzt aber zur zum Thema!

Es war damals am 20.Nov., meine beste und einzige Freundin und ich gingen damals von der Schule nach Hause. Wir fahren eigentlich immer mit dem Fahrrad, da der Weg relativ lang ist und die Busverbindungen nicht die optimalsten. An diesem Tag waren wir morgens ohne Probleme gefahren und es war auch nicht abzusehen, das es schneien würde, dann hätten uns unsere Eltern wohl auch nicht fahren lassen. Ab 10:00 Uhr gingen die ersten Schneeflocken runter und zu Schulschluß hatten wir eine geschlossene Schneedecke und es war kräftig am schneien. So hatten wir uns entschlossen den Heimweg schiebend zu Fuß zurückzulegen. Auf dem Weg zu unserem Wohnort, mussten wir eine längere Strecke an der Bundestrasse zurücklegen. So zogen wir , inzwischen konnte man uns kaum von Schneemänner, die die Kinder inzwischen gebaut haben, unterscheiden, unseren Weg.

Wie unterhielten uns über den Schwimmunterricht, den wir heute morgen hatten und wie die Jungs immer wieder versucht haben, in unsere Umkleidekabine zu schauen. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt, hatte ich mich immer in der Toilette umgezogen, weil ich mich vor den andere geschämt habe und auch von den Jungs nicht gesehen werden wollte. Anderen Mädchen in der Klasse hatte das nicht so viel ausgemacht, auch wenn sie immer laut geschrieben haben, wenn die Jungs einen „Angriff” gestartet haben, aber keine hatte ich wirklich nackt in die Schusslinie gestellt, mal von hinten; aber das war auch schon alles. Beim Unterricht selbst, hatten alle Mädchen einen Badeanzug an, nicht wie heute eine Top und eine Unterteil.

So lästern wir also über den ein oder anderen ab und waren so ins Gespräch vertieft und eingemummelt, das wir nicht bemerkten, das neben uns ein Auto in Schrittgeschwindigkeit herfuhr. Der Fahrer machte durch hupen auf sich aufmerksam. Ich / wir zuckten zusammen und wussten zuerst nicht, was der von uns wollte. Er öffnete sein Fenster und wir erkannten einen, na ich tu mich immer noch schwer ihn einzuschätzen, ca. 25-30 Jährigen Mann. Er fragte:” Kann ich Euch mitnehmen?” Ich war mit der ganzen Sache überfordert und wusste nicht, was ich antworten sollte und schaute meine Freundin an. „Ihr könnt Eure Fahrräder doch hier stehen lassen und sie später abholen, ihr holt euch ja den Tod bei diesem Wetter”

Meine Unentschlossenheit, hatte ihn wohl ermutigt, indem er fragt: „Wohin müsst ihr denn?”

Meine Gedanken überschlugen sich, es war schon kalt und ich war durchgefroren, bis auf die Knochen, aber meine Eltern hatten mir verboten, mit Fremden mitzufahren. Er machte doch aber so einen freundlichen Eindruck und schien es ehrlich zu meinen. Außerdem sah er nicht schlecht aus und was soll schon passieren? Ich antwortete: „Ja gern!” mit einem lächeln auf den Lippen. Er steigt aus und öffnete mir die Beifahrertür und ich steige ein. Nachdem er die Tür geschlossen und selbst eingestiegen ist, fragt er, ob ich nicht meine nassen Klamotten ausziehen will. Er nimmt mir meine Handschuhe und Mantel ab und legt sie auf den Rücksitz und ich ziehe auch meine durchnässten Schuhe aus. Er hat eine starke Ausstrahlung, ich fühle mich geborgen in seinen Armen. Ich hatte es nicht bemerkt, dass er einen Arm um meine Schulter gelegt hat ich will ihn schon fragen was das soll, aber als er langsam näher kommt und mir einen langen sinnlich Kuß auf meine kalten Lippen gibt und langsam meine Bluse aufknöpfen, seine Küsse weiter über meinen Hals und Nacken wandern, sind meine Bedenken wie geblasen. Seine warmen, zarten Hände suchen ihren Weg langsam in meine Bluse und unter mein Unterhemd. Dort begann er gefühlvoll meine kleinen Brüste zu streicheln.

Ich hatte nach konyaaltı escort bayan dem Schwimmunterricht, meinen BH nicht wieder angezogen, weil ich ihn in meinem Spinnt vergessen hatte und von der Toilette nicht nochmals zurück wollte.

Mir stellten sich alle Haare auf, bei diesem Gedanken und wir wurde schnell warm und ich merkte, wie sich meine Erregung ausbreitete. Meine Brüste wurden fest, meine Brustwarzen, stellten sich auf, dies hatte ich bisher noch nicht erlebt und meine Schamlippen begann anzuschwellen. Ich hatte zum erstem mal in meinem Leben Schmetterlinge im Bauch.

Während er mich weiter mit Küssen und Streicheleinheiten beglückte, zieht er mir gekonnt meine Bluse und Unterhemd aus. So sitze ich nun in einem fremden Auto mit einem fremden Mann in einer bekannten Umgebung. Ich denke so bei mir: „Hoffentlich sieht dich keiner”! Aber auch dieser Gedanke verfliegt so schnell wie er gekommen ist. Ich will mich Ihm vollkommen hingeben, ihm alles zeigen und nicht nur ihm die Initiative überlassen. Ich ziehe meine Hose langsam nach unten, ohne ihn beim erkunden meiner Brüste zu stören. Natürlich blieb dies nicht lange ohne Folgen.

Sein Mund beglückte weiterhin meine noch nicht ganz ausgereiften Brüste, wegen dessen Form ich schon manche Krise ausgestanden habe, aber langsam nehmen sie richtige, runde Formen an, und seine Hand kroch in meinen Slip. Ich konnte fühlen, wie seine warme Hand ihre Energie auf mich und meine kleine Pflaume überträgt. So nimmt mich meine Mutter immer auf die Schippe, wenn wir zusammen im Bad sind und sie mich nackt sieht. Was kann ich denn dafür, das wir rothaarigen von natur nicht so viel Intimbehaarung haben und meine Schamlippen gut sichtbar sind wie eine Pflaume aussehen. Auch im Schwimmbad, habe ich mir schon eine Einlage in den Badeanzug gesteckt, damit man meine ausgeprägte Vulva nicht so sieht.

Nachdem er die ersten Erkundigungen mit seiner Hand unternommen hatte und er leicht meine Schamlippen geöffnet und mit der Fingerkuppe meinen Kitzler ganz gefühlvoll stimuliert hat, wollte ich, dass er mich in meinem weißen Kleid, wie Gott mich geschaffen hat sieht und berührt! Er beginnt meinen kleinen Slip vorsichtig herunterziehen und ich „muß” ihm dabei helfen und mein Becken anheben und die Beine leicht spreizen, beides natürlich mehr als notwendig. Wie schon erwähnt habe ich damals noch wenig aufzubieten, in meinem Intimbereich. So kann er einen tiefen Einblick in mein Heiligtum nehmen, als er mir die Unterhöschen über sie Beine und Füße abstreift. Er schiebt eine Hand unter meinen Po, um zu verhindern, das ich diese Position verlasse und betrachtet ungeniert, was seit Jahren keiner und ich meine keiner gesehen hat! Ich will mich diesem direkten „Angriff” entziehen, aber ich kann nicht. Es fühlt sich alles so schön, gut und richtig an. Er kommt noch näher und berüht meine glatte Babyhaut mit Küssen und seiner Zunge verwöhnt mich, wären er weiter meine kleinen Brüste streichelt. Ich explodierte beinahe innerlich, bei der Vorstellung, von diesem Mann verführt zu werden.

Dies alles geschah innerhalb von Sekunden, wenn nicht sogar Bruchteilen von Sekunden. Denn plötzlich wurde ich in die Wirklichkeit zurückgerissen, als meine Freundin dem Mann sagte: „Nein Danke, wir haben es nicht mehr weit und uns ist nicht kalt. Vielen Dank!”

Mein Traum zerplatzte wie eine Seifenblase und ich wurde knallrot, was Gott sei Dank niemand bemerkte, weil es so kalt war, das meine Backen sowieso schon rot waren. Ich dachte nur: “Das war wie in einer der Liebesgeschichten, die ich zur Zeit dieser Zeit gelesen habe”. Aber der junge Mann, dem ich die ganze Zeit in die Augen geschaut habe, musste meine Gedanken gelesen haben. Er schaute mir tief in die Augen und schenkte mir ein Lächeln, das mir tief unter die Haut ging und verabschiedete sich: „Dann macht’s mal gut und viel Spaß noch!” wobei er mir zuzwinkerte, als sich meine Freundin schon zum gehen umgewand hatte.

Wir gingen einige Meter stumm nebeneinander her. In mir brannte noch das Feuer und in meinem Bauch ein Flugzeug. Es war nichts geschehen, alles nur in meiner Fantasie und das innerhalb von einem Augenzwinkern. Ich musste etwas machen, und zwar sofort! Sonnst würde ich verbrennen. Ich hatte mich vorher schon das eine oder muratpaşa escort bayan andere Mal befriedigt, aber das hier sprengte alles. Ich hatte Feuer gefangen.

Ich konnte nicht anders, als meiner Freundin den kurzen Wachtraum zu erzählen. Diese schüttelte nur den Kopf und fragte mich, ob bei mir noch alles in Ordnung wäre:

– Du ziehst dich immer altbacken an und bis zum Hals, auch im Sommer

– Ziehst dich beim Schwimmunterricht immer in der Toilette um

– Ziehst nie Röcke an

– Und im Freibad immer ein Handtuch um dich gewickelt.

Und jetzt willst du mir erzählen, dass du dich einem wildfremden Mann hingegeben hast, auch wenn nur in deiner Fantasie? Ich glaube du leides langsam an Unterkühlung. Du würdest ja nicht mal hinter diesen Busch peepee mach gehen; geschweige dann nackt über diese Brücke. Und dort könnte dir kein Mann bis in die Gebärmutter schauen. Ne, dafür kenn ich dich schon zu lang und gut.

Auf halber Strecke an dieser Bundesstraße, erhob sich rechts und links der Fahrbahnrand und eine Brücke Überspannte diese.

Nicola hatte recht, dafür bin ich nicht, dass könnte ich gar nicht, nie im Legen. Wir gingen noch ein paar Meter, so das wir von der Straße nicht mehr direkt gesehen werden konnten. Und dann geschah alles wie im Traum, meine Gefühle und Sehnsüchte übernahmen die Kontrolle über meinen Körper.

Ich stellte mein Fahrrad an einen Baum und begann mich zu entkleiden. Ich war wie in Trance, mein Traum ging einfach weiter, auch wenn ich jetzt wusste, dass die real ist und meine beste Freundin mir dabei zuschaut, wie ich mich vor Ihren Augen entkleide. Sie sah mich zuerst ganz verunsichert an und dann in die Runde, ob wir auch allein sind und sich keine verirrten Fußgänger in der Nähe befinden. Mir war das zu diesem Zeitpunkt alles egal.

Ich zog Rucksack aus, stellte ihn neben mein Fahrrad. Dann die Handschuhe, einer nach dem anderen. Ich stand ein wenig von dem Weg landeinwärts, Nicola auf dem Weg. Sie sagte, dass das sicherer wäre, na und! Nachdem ich mich meines Mantels entledigt hatte, und mir meine Bluse langsam aufknöpfte, wurde alles noch ein wenig stärker, mein Bauch und meine Brust waren so angespannt, das eine sanfte Berührung ausgereicht hätte, mich zum Höhepunkt zu bringen. Keiner, der dies mal gemacht hat, weiß wovon ich spreche! Und die, die dies einmal gemacht haben, werden diese Gefühl nie mehr los und suchen immer wieder diese Anspannung zu erfahren. Nackt sein und hoffen dabei „nicht” erwischt zu werden. Ich entledigte mich meiner Bluse und meiner Hose. Nicola blickte für eine kurze Zeit ein wenig länger in eine bestimmte Richtung, sagte aber nicht und wir war es egal. Nun stand ich in Unterhemd und Slip vor meiner besten Freundin Nicola. Sie blickte an mir rauf und runter und konnte es immer noch nicht glauben, auch wenn ich ihre Erregung gleichfalls gespürt habe. Sie sagt: „ Ok, das reicht. Du mußt mir nichts beweisen. Ich glaube dir, dass du das machst. Zieh dich wieder an. Wir müssen weiter.” Ich hörte ihr gar nicht mehr zu und bewegte mich auf das Finish zu. Jetzt oder nie! Nie zuvor habe ich mich jemanden und sei es nur meiner Freundin nackt gezeigt, und nun gleich in freien, wo jederzeit eine Spaziergänger oder schlimmer eine Bekannter vorbeikommen könnte. „Jetzt!!!” rief ich mir selbst Mut zu und zog mit beiden Händen mein Unterhemd langsam über die Brust und den Kopf. Nicole wollte mich davon abhalten, blieb aber beim Anblich meiner erregten gespannten und Brustwarzen abstehen Brust wie versteinert stehen und konnte ihren Blick nicht davon abwenden. Dies erregte mich immer noch mehr. Sie wollte noch etwas sagen und deutete eine Bewegung an, die sie aber nicht zuende ausführte. Noch immer keinen Meter von Nicole entfernt, zog ich nun auch meinen Slip aus, der inzwischen schon leicht angefeuchtet war. Ich war so von dem Blicken meiner Freundin fasziniert, das ich ihr einen, wie meinem Autofahrer, tiefen Einblick in mein Intimstes gewahren wollte.

Ich hatte sie schon beim Schwimmunterricht nackt gesehen und wusste das auch sie sich nicht verstecken musste. Ihre Brüste waren ungefähr doppelt so groß wie meine und eine schöne runde Form, meine sahen aus wie eine runde Pyramide. Meine Mutter sagte mir, das würde sich noch geben. serik escort bayan Da fiel mir ein, das irgendwann in der nächsten Zeit der erste Frauenarzt Termin anstand, bisher hatte ich mich drücken können, mal schauen wie lang noch.

Ich ließ mich auf den Po fallen, legte mich auf den Rücken und fing ganz langsam an einen Schnee-Engel zu erstellen. Ihr Blick wanderte die ganze Zeit von meinen Augen zu meiner Mitte und je weiter ich die Beine spreizte, um so mehr Feuer brannte in mir und so länger blieb Ihr Blick auf der Mitte meiner Schenkel ruhen. Wir redeten kein Wort miteinander, konnten es auch beide nicht, selbst wenn wir es gewollt hätten. Als ich meine Beine auf fast 180° geöffnet hatte, kniete Nicole sich vor meinen Bauch und nahm einen tiefen langen Blick in meine gespreizten Schamlippen und leicht geöffnete Scheide. Dieser letzte Blick, hatte den Knoten in mir zum platzen gebracht. Ich stand auf, drehte mich einmal um 360 °, hoffte jemanden zu sehen, dem ich mich nach zeigen konnte und machte mich auf den Weg Richtung Brücke. Wie einst Eva ging ich barfuss, Schritt für Schritt über die Brücke, da dies eine Fußgänger Brücke war, konnte man mich von beiden Seiten aus sehen. Auf dem ersten Weg über die Brücke, kam kein Auto. Das war nicht wirklich schlimm, allein der Gedanke zählt, dass eins kommen könnte. Ich brauchte geschlagene 3 Minuten, bis ich die 4 spurige Bundesstraße überquert hatte. Nun stand ich hier ohne Kleider, ohne irgendetwas, was Schutz bot mitten in den Schneeflocken und fühlte mich wie Superwoman und klein Mariechen gleichzeitig. Das Gefühl war unbeschreiblich.

Auf der anderen Seite wartete Nicole auf mich, winkte in meine Richtung und zeigte in eine andere und dann in noch eine.

Jetzt bekam ich doch langsam Panic. Auf unserem Fußweg kam ein Junge vom Schlittenfahren und auf der Straße ein Auto. Das Auto war aber schon zu nahe, da es gerade aus einem Feldweg auf die Hauptstraße abgebogen war. der Fahrer würde mich auf jeden Fall sehen, je nachdem, wie lange der dort schon gestanden hat, musste er auch schon meinen Entkleidung gesehen haben, Scheiße…. was jetzt… Ich muß vor dem Jungen drüben sein, der würde ansonsten Fragen, warum meine Kleider über dem Fahrrad liegen und wo ich sei? Also hoffen wir mal, das der Autofahrer keiner von meine Bekannten ist. Der würde mich allein an meinen Haaren erkennen. Und wenn das meine Eltern raus bekommen, gibt es bestimmt eine Woche Stubenarrest.

Also setzte ich mich langsam aber zielstrebig in Bewegung, und hoffte das der Autofahrer sich auf die Straße konzentrieren muß und nicht auf die Brücke schaut. Aber Fehlanzeige. Das Auto hielt kurz vor der Brücke und ich musste wie beim Spießrutenlaufen genau vor Ihm vorbei. Und als ich genau auf seiner Höhe angekommen war, ging die Fensterscheibe runter und ein freundliches Gesicht und ein nach oben gestreckter Daumen streckten sich mir entgegen. Da ich das Gesicht kannte, das Kennzeichen nicht aus dieser Gegend und ein Blick auf den Jungen noch ein wenig Zeit versprach, drehte ich mich dem jungen Mann entgegen, so das er meinen Körper in seiner gesamten Schönheit wahrnehmen konnte. In mir stieg wieder das Gefühl auf, ich müsste mehr zeigen, aber ein Ruf von Nicole löste mich aus der Erstarrung und ich rannte zu meinen Sachen. Mit einem Hupen verabschiedete sich noch der nette Mann und fuhr seiner Weg.

Da die Brück eine gute Strecke einsehbar ist und ich auch den Fußweg überqueren musste, ist auch dem Jungen bestimmt nicht entgangen, was hier gelaufen ist. Ich war zwar schon angezogen, als er uns erreichte, es war Oliver, aus der Parallelklasse, aber sein Blick auf die Schnee-Engel, auf dem 2 Seiten zu sehen waren und die Abdrücke ließen keine Vermutungen zu, sie sprachen Bände. Ein Abdruck von hinten mit sauberen Bein / Arm / Po abdrücken und einer von vorne mit meinen zwei Brüsten und meinem Intimsten. Wir betrachteten beide diese Abdrücke und unsere Augen trafen sich. Sein Blick schwenkte aber direkt zu Nicole weiter und zwinkerte Ihr zu. Ich konnte es ja nicht gewesen sein, die brave Streberin von nebenan. Und Nicole sagt nix. Als ich sie fragte, warum sie nichts gesagt habe, lief sie rot an, schaute zu boden und sagte: „ Ich hatte das Auto deines Freundes schon länger gesehen, es stand dort hinter den Bäumen und weil ich dachte, das du das nicht durchziehst nichts gesagt, bis es zu spät war. Ich hätte mich das nicht getraut.

Jetzt werden die aber denken ich hätte es getan und morgen kann ich mich vor Verehren nicht mehr retten. Was mir Nicole an diesem Tag nicht beichtet, das der nette Autofahrer auch Fotos geschossen hatte. Und ich hatte auch erst mal genug Aufregung für den nächsten Wochen. Aber die Sucht nach dem Exhibitionistischem war geweckt.

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Eine junge, überaus attraktive Dame aus der feinen Gesellschaft völlig nackt im Philharmonischen Konzert?

Undenkbar! Unglaublich! Ein Skandal!

Der schlanken, zierlichen, schwarzhaarigen Frau des Generaldirektors der K-Bank International, immer in den teuersten Designerklamotten der Blickfang der Männer und ein Dorn im Auge vieler Frauen in der Oper, im Konzert, auf allen Charities, nein, der traut man das am allerwenigsten zu!

Und doch, in einer schwachen Stunde in meinen Armen nach geilem, gierigem, schmutzigem Sex hat mir die vernachlässigte Ehefrau ihren erotischen Wunschtraum gestanden:

Nackt vor aller Augen, vor den Geschäftsfreunden ihres untreuen Gatten, vor der besten Gesellschaft der Stadt, vor allen Politikern, Künstlern und Journalisten öffentlich zu zeigen, daß er sie nur als Aufputz für sein übersteigertes Ego braucht, sie benützt als seine Hure, als sein nacktes Flittchen, das er herausputzt, um seine finanzielle Potenz zu beweisen während sein Schwanz nur an eine seiner blutjungen Geliebten denkt!

Ja, es würde sie ungeheuer erregen, diesen unglaublichen Skandal zu verursachen! Und sie würde im hellerleuchteten Saal vor den überraschten Augen dieser scheinheiligen geilen alten Böcke in einem mächtigen Orgasmus kommen zum Entsetzen der heuchlerischen piekfeinen Gattinnen, von denen viele das Los von B. teilen!

Das Abonnementkonzert des weltberühmten Orchesters am Sonntagvormittag, für das man schon lange keine Karten mehr kaufen kann, weil sie wie geheiligter alter Familienschmuck von Generation zu Generation weitervererbt werden als Beweis der Zugehörigkeit zur kulturellen Oberschicht, ist bis auf den letzten Platz gefüllt.

Heute wird unter der Leitung des Generalmusikdirektors Franz Welser-Möst die 5. Sinfonie in F-Dur, op. 76, von Antonín Dvorák aufgeführt.

Dieses herrliche Werk hat der junge tschechische Komponist in der glücklichsten Zeit seines Lebens geschrieben. Dvorák ist 33 Jahre alt. Zwei Jahre zuvor hat er die neunzehnjährige Franziska Cermaková geheiratet und die ersten Erfolge als Komponist geben seinem Schaffen Auftrieb. Es ist die Periode, in der er – nach einer kurzen Hinwendung zur Neudeutschen Schule Liszts und Wagners – zu einer an die Traditionslinie Beethoven – Schubert – Schumann – Brahms anknüpfenden Klassizität persönlicher und nationaler Prägung findet. In der Eigenständigkeit ihrer von der Folklore inspirierten musikalischen Sprache gehört die F-Dur-Sinfonie zu jenen Werken, mit denen Dvorák zum zum Begründer der tschechischen Sinfonik wurde.

Die Klarinetten eröffnen mit einem idyllisch-heiteren konyaalti escort Motiv, das sich streng an die Grundtonart F-Dur hält, den 1.Satz, Allegro ma non troppo.

Frau Generaldirektor, für mich längst nur B., sitzt in einem atemberaubend kurzen, tiefausgeschnittenen schwarzen Seidenkleid von Valentino, aufregenden durchsichtigen schwarzen halterlosen Seidenstrümpfen und schwarzen Jimmy-Choo-Stiefletten mit wahnsinnig hohen Absätzen in der zweiten Loge rechts neben ihrem Göttergatten, der zur Ruhe und Lieblichkeit der zuerst in den Violinen auftretenden, chromatischen Melodielinie gelangweilt geradeaus starrt. Das Orchester bestehend aus 74 Musikern und einer einzigen Cellistin scheint ihn auch nicht gerade aufzuregen. Sein Kopf fällt auf die Brust, er nickt doch tatsächlich bei dieser tollen und doch recht lauten Musik immer wieder ein, der Banause!

Wenn ich den Herrn Generaldirektor so unaufmerksam sehe, muß ich an den Beginn von Schnitzlers Leutnant Gustl denken: “Wie lange wird denn das noch dauern? Ich muß auf die Uhr schauen … schickt sich wahrscheinlich nicht in einem so ernsten Konzert. Aber wer sieht’s denn? Wenn’s einer sieht, so paßt er gerade so wenig auf, wie ich, und vor dem brauch’ ich mich nicht zu genieren … Erst viertel auf zehn? … Also Geduld, Geduld! … Vielleicht ist es sehr schön, und ich bin nur nicht in der Laune. Woher sollt’ mir auch die Laune kommen? Wenn ich denke, daß ich hergekommen bin, um mich zu zerstreuen … “

Von meinem Platz am Balkon gegenüber habe ich einen idealen Blick von oben auf B. Woran sie bei dieser Wahnsinnsmusik wohl denkt? An ihren erotischen Traum? Meine Erregung steigt.

Die Brillanten am Hals, am Handgelenk und an den Ohren von B. funkeln hell im Licht der kristallenen Kronleuchter.

“Subtile Akzente: Welser-Möst bricht eine Lanze für Dvoráks Fünfte”, wird der Kritiker schreiben. Die Lanze zwischen meinen Beinen macht sich immer stärker bemerkbar.

B. bewegt sich unruhig auf ihrem rotgoldenen Fauteuil, öffnet ihre schlanken Beine und fährt sich mit der rechten Hand zwischen die Schenkel. Sie schließt die großen ausdrucksvollen Augen, wirft den von ihren wunderschönen hüftlangen rabenschwarzen Haaren umrahmten Kopf etwas in den Nacken und öffnet ihre feinen roten Lippen, deren Küsse noch immer wie Feuer auf meiner Haut brennen, ganz leicht. Sie stöhnt lautlos während sich ihre Hand langsam zwischen ihren Beinen auf und ab bewegt. Weder ihr gelangweilter Mann noch andere Konzertbesucher scheinen etwas davon zu bemerken. muratpasa escort Es beobachtet sie natürlich auch niemand so genau. Und vor allem kennt ja auch niemand ihren heißen Wunschtraum!

Das Orchester steigert sich zu einem furiosen Finale des ersten Satzes. Ich merke wie ich schnell sehr hart werde. Was für ein Anblick! Was für eine Klassefrau!

Nach einer kurzen Pause beginnt der 2.Satz, Andante con moto, langsam und getragen im Stil eines lyrisch-melodischen Intermezzos mit überwiegend schwermütigem Charakter.

Ich kann meinen Blick nun gar nicht mehr von der erregenden B. abwenden. Der Mittelteil des Satzes (un pochettino piu mosso) bewirkt eine Aufhellung der Stimmung.

Offenbar verfehlt das seine Wirkung auf B. nicht. Ihre Stiefletten gleiten zu Boden, ihr Kleid rutscht langsam aber sicher tiefer und tiefer, gibt den Blick auf ihre makellosen 75B-Brüste im teuren Spitzen-BH von La Perla frei. Ihr diamantgeschmückter Busen hebt und senkt sich schneller vor purer Geilheit. Sie fährt sich mit Ihrer linken Hand in den Ausschnitt, massiert ihre harten Nippel, löst schließlich den Verschluß des BH und ist jetzt oben ohne.

“Wenn ich die in der Loge nur genau sehen könnt’! Ich möcht’ mir den Operngucker von dem Herrn neben mir ausleih’n, aber der frißt mich ja auf, wenig ich ihn in seiner Andacht stör’ …” (Leutnant Gustl)

Celli und Oboe fügen die melancholische Anfangslinie hinzu, sodaß die Motive miteinander verschmelzen. B.s Hand verschmilzt dabei mit ihrem nassen Schoß.

“Gleich muß der uniformierte Platzanweiser sie bemerken, sie des Saales verweisen”, denke ich. Oder will der geile Junge vielleicht auch diesen atemberaubenden Anblick noch ein wenig länger genießen? Es scheint so, denn er rührt sich nicht von der Stelle, obwohl er B. doch direkt im Blickfeld hat.

In der kurzen Pause vor dem 3.Satz, Allegro scherzando, in B-Dur, steht B. rasch auf, aber nicht etwa, um sich ihr Kleid wieder anzuziehen, nein, im Gegenteil. Sie steigt jetzt ganz aus dem Traum von einem Nichts aus feiner Seide und sitzt in schwarzem String und Seidenstrümpfen in ihrer Loge. Ich meine bis zu mir herauf die Nässe zwischen ihren Beinen glänzen zu sehen. Sie reibt ihre glattrasierte feuchte Spalte. Niemand in ihrer Nähe greift ein.

Nach einer Generalpause folgt das Scherzo, das mit einem tänzerischen, charmanten Motiv in den Holzbläsern eingeführt wird. Der Generalmusikdirektor am Dirigentenpult bewegt sich im Tempo des Tanzes. Die Flöte in meiner Hose ist so steinhart als serik escort wäre sie während des ganzes Konzerts von B. geblasen worden.

4. Satz. Das Finale Allegro molto wird zu recht als der herausragende Satz der Symphonie angesehen. Er sticht hervor durch den betont kämpferischen, triumphalen Charakter seiner Motive und die Komplexität der Themenführung Die Musik wird schneller, drängender, fordernder.

B. läßt sich davon mitreißen, zieht jetzt auch den Tanga aus. Nackt bis auf den kostbaren Schmuck und ihre dünnen Strümpfe sitzt sie jetzt da und besorgt es sich selbst. Rasend schnell wichst sie ihre triefende Fotze.

“Doch ist das Stück heikel in seiner Faktur. Es braucht einen Interpreten von Welser-Mösts Format, der die zarten, pastelligen Naturstimmungen ebenso ernsthaft herausarbeitet wie die großen, leidenschaftlichen Steigerungen.”

Der Satz beginnt mit dem aufstrebenden, fast trotzigen a-moll-Thema in den Celli, das später in einer abgewandelten Form, nun mit dem Oktavsprung beginnend, wieder auftaucht.

Großartige Holzbläser und feinsinniges Spiel des gesamten Streichersatzes machen nicht nur die ungewöhnliche Form dieser Sinfonie plausibel, sondern entlocken ihr immer wieder den höchst ansprechenden Unterton der böhmischen Folklore, aus der die Sinfonie ihre ganz besondere Aura zieht.

B. windet sich vor Geilheit zum Takt der erotischen Musik.

Mit seinem scharf akzentuierten Beginn, unterstützt von einer Fanfare der Trompeten, kündigen die Hörner die Durchführung an, die eine komplizierte und bunte Verarbeitung aller Grundgedanken ist.

Dank dieses Finalsatzes tritt die Sinfonie, “ab wie ein Löwe”, nachdem sie “hereinschlich wie ein Lamm”.

B. zuckt vor Geilheit und Erwartung auf ihrem Platz. Ihr Gesicht wird erst rot und dann blaß. Gleichzeitig mit dem Schlußakkord kommt sie in einem gewaltigen Höhepunkt! Schweißnaß und erschöpft sinkt sie heftig atmend in ihr Fauteuil zurück.

“Die Aufführung … beweist, daß dieses F-Dur-Werk jedenfalls von großer Schönheit ist, formal originell mit ihren beiden tänzerisch bewegten, durch eine Überleitung verbundenen Mittelsätzen — und von großem dramatischen Effekt, der sich in den Ecksätzen, im Finale namentlich, entlädt.”

Das laute Klatschen der begeisterten Zuschauer reißt mich aus meinem wunderschönen Tagtraum. Der Herr Generaldirektor scheint erleichtert zu denken: “Es ist sehr erhebend — sicher! Bravo! Bravo! … Ja, applaudieren wir mit. Der neben mir klatscht wie verrückt. Ob’s ihm wirklich so gut gefällt? — Das Mädel drüben in der Loge ist sehr hübsch.”

Ich blinzle, schaue zu B. hinüber, die ebenfalls eifrig klatscht… Vollständig bekleidet!

So kann der betörende Anblick einer schönen Frau und die richtige Musik einen Mann in eine Stimmung versetzen, in der er, von seiner Fantasie geleitet, ihren erotischen Wunsch, der ihn selbst Tag und Nacht von ihr träumen macht, vor seinem inneren Auge wahr werden läßt!

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Teil 16 – Susi

Sie bugsierte mich aus dem Zimmer. Klasse. Da stand ich nun und wusste nicht was machen. Ich schlenderte also durchs Haus und traf irgendwann auf Susi. Ihr erinnert Euch? Sie war mit der zweiten Gruppe angekommen und hatte am Abend zuvor mit Sahra getanzt. Sie ging den meisten Leuten aus dem Weg aber jetzt konnte sie nicht mehr weg. Ich trat zu ihr und fragte nach ihrem Weg. Sie wollte auf die Terrasse und ein wenig lesen. Ich bot mich an sie zu begleiten und so konnte sie nicht anders als zu zusagen.

Wir schlenderten so nebeneinander her und ich konnte sie von der Seite ausgiebig betrachten. Sie hatte unglaublich lange und dünne Beine, ihre Füße waren schmal und zierlich und steckten Barfuß in Badeschlappen. Ihre Zehennägel waren Kirschrot lackiert. Kein Haar störte den makellos glatten Eindruck ihrer wunderschönen Beine. Ihr Knackiger Po steckte in einer schlichten Turnhose, die das Wesentliche verdeckte. Ihr schlanker Oberkörper wurde von einem weißen T-Shirt bedeckt und so wie es aussah trug sie für ihre Apfel großen Tittchen keinen BH. Ihre kleinen Knospen drückten vorwitzig gegen den dünnen Stoff. Ihr Gesicht war wie aus einem Bilderbuch für Elfen und Feen: ein sinnlicher Mund, blutrote Lippen, kleine Stupsnase und mandelförmige, haselnussbraune Augen. Ihr Haar wallte schulterlang um ihren Kopf. Es war fast schwarz, glänzte aber wie mit Lack übersprüht. Sie hatte eine sanfte melodische Stimme, die einem Mann das Blut in andere Regionen trieb.

Sie war perfekt.

Eigentlich zu perfekt um wahr zu sein, wenn sie hier nicht neben mir gehen würde. Wenn ihre Oberweite ein wenig größer wäre, würde ich glatt über einen Tausch nachdenken aber das brauchte ich ja nicht.

Wir gingen also in den Garten und ließen uns nieder. Wir plauderten weiterhin über die bevorstehende Party und hatten alles in allem viel Spaß. Ich musterte sie ganz genau, achtete aber darauf, dass sie es nicht so genau mitbekam. Trotzdem stieß mein Schwanz vorwitzig nach vorne und beulte meine Shorts aus. Ich kann nicht genau sagen, ob Susi das gesehen hatte. Dann geschah das unvermeidliche. Susi hatte Durst und bat mich, ihr etwas zu trinken zu besorgen. Als Gentleman erfüllte ich ihr natürlich den Wunsch. Nun war mein Aufstand nicht mehr zu übersehen. Beim Aufstehen hatte sich ein deutliches Zelt in meiner Hose gebildet. Susi sah das auch, sagte aber nichts.

Mit einer Flasche Mineralwasser und einem Glas kam ich zurück in den Garten. Susi lag auf ihrer Liege und hatte die Augen geschlossen. Ich nutzte die Gelegenheit, um sie mir genau zu betrachten. Ihre kleinen Brüste standen wie eine eins und ihre Nippel hoben das T-Shirt noch einmal mehr an. Ihr Schambein war deutlich, um nicht zu sagen überdeutlich in ihrer Hose zu sehen. Sie musste einen enormen Busch herangezüchtet haben, um die Hose so hervorstehen zu haben. Na ja. Wer es mag. Ich trat an ihre Liege heran und sie öffnete die Augen.

„Danke, dass ist nett von Dir. Schenkst du mir ein?” Ihr Lächeln ließ Eisberge schmelzen und ich ließ fast die Flasche fallen. Ich stellte das Glas auf einen kleinen Beistelltisch und drehte die Falsche auf. Durch das Schütteln hatte sich aber soviel Druck aufgebaut, dass das Wasser wie eine Fontaine aus der Flasche schoß und Susi und mich total nass spritzte. Ihr T-Shirt wurde augenblicklich durchsichtig Ihre dunklen Nippel schienen durch den Stoff und ihre, wie auch meine Hose klebten uns im Schritt. Meine halbsteife Latte wurde deutlich sichtbar. Was ich bei Susi sah, verschlug mir jedoch den Atem. In ihrer Hose zeichnete sich eindeutig etwas ab, was bei einer Frau eigentlich nicht dahin gehörte. Ich stierte sie an und konnte nichts sagen.

Susi bemerkte meinen Blick, sprang auf und lief schluchzend davon.

Ich war erst wie gelähmt. Konnte das wahr sein, was ich da gesehen hatte? Es schien als wenn sich eine… ein… Schwanz in ihrer Hose versteckte. Das konnte nicht sein. Meine Starre löste sich und ich lief hinter ihr her. „Susi, warte.” Rief ich, aber sie lief weiter. Bevor sie jedoch die Zimmertür schließen konnte, war ich bei ihr im Zimmer.

„Hey, was ist denn? Ist doch nicht so schlimm.” Versuchte ich sie zu trösten.

„Doch, ist es. Geh weg.” Sie schluchzte immer noch und drehte sich von mir weg.

„Hey, komm her.” Ich trat von hinten an sie ran und nahm sie in den Arm. Mit tröstenden Worten beruhigte ich sie. „Ich wusste nicht, dass du ein Mann bist.” Versuchte ich das Thema auf meine Neugierde zu lenken. „Ich bin kein Mann.” Fuhr sie mich an und drehte sich zu mir.

„Oder wie sieht das aus?” Wütend streifte sie sich das T-Shirt über den Kopf. Viel verdeckte es eh nicht mehr. Jetzt konnte ich ihre apfelgroßen Brüste sehen. Mit den vorwitzig aufgesetzten Brustwarzen waren sie zu süß.

„Nein, dass sieht nicht nach einem Mann aus.” Bestätigte ich ihr. „Aber in deiner Hose?” Ich wollte auf sie zugehen und sie mir packen, doch sie drehte sich wieder weg.

„Das ist…” Sie flüsterte nur und stockte dann. „JA? Du kannst es mir ruhig erzählen.” Ich trat von hinten an sie ran und hauchte ihr einen Kuß auf die Schulter. Dieses unschuldige Ding konyaaltı escort hatte es mir angetan und obwohl sie nicht unbedingt in mein Beuteschema passte, so würde sie bestimmt kein Mann je von seiner Bettkante schupsen. Sie entfernte sich von mir und ließ sich aufs Bett sinken Ich setzte mich zu ihr und nahm sie in den Arm. Dabei haucht ich ihr Küsse aufs Haupt und auf die Schultern. „Dass…, dass.” Begann sie. „Dass habe ich seid meiner Geburt.” Flüsterte sie. Ich fragte, was sie genau meinte und streichelte ihren Arm. Eine Hand lag auf ihrem Knie. Mein Mund liebkoste ihren Hals.

„Mmmhhh.” Sie schnurrte fast unter meinen Liebkosungen. „Ich bin so zur Welt gekommen und meine Eltern wollten mir die Entscheidung überlassen, wie ich damit umgehen sollte.”

„Was meinst du? Du fühlst dich als Frau in einem Männerkörper?” Ich verstand immer noch nicht. Meine Hand streichelte ihr Knie. „Nein. Ich.. habe, ich … bin.. ich bin beides!” Ich hielt an mit meinen Bemühungen. „Wie beides?” Ich verstand immer noch nicht.

„Ich bin Mann und Frau.”

Jetzt war es raus.

Erstaunt blickte ich sie an. Ich muß wohl die Blödheit in den Augen stehen gehabt haben, denn sie schüttelte mich ab und stand auf. „So reagiert jeder, der das hört. Keiner kann damit leben. Jeder Mann ist entsetzt, wenn er das hört und dann bin ich wieder alleine. Ich denke, es ist besser du gehst gleich. Ich will kein Mitleid.” Sie sagte das halb wütend und halb frustriert. Sie wollte schon ihr T-Shirt greifen aber ich hielt sie auf. „Nein warte. Ich bin nicht entsetzt. Nur überrascht. Komm her und erzähl es mir genauer.” Ich muß wohl den richtigen Ton erwischt haben, denn sie zögerte mit ihrem T-Shirt und setzte sich dann wieder zu mir.

„Seid meiner Geburt, weiß ich nicht, was ich sein soll. Mann oder Frau.” Erzählte sie leise. “Ich konnte nie einen Bikini anziehen. Als kleines Kind bin ich mit Badehose rum gelaufen. Kurze Haare haben mich als Jungen erscheinen lassen. Meine Eltern haben das Thema tot geschwiegen. Als ich dann älter wurde und meine Züge weiblicher, ging ich nicht mehr als Junge durch. Meine Brüste wuchsen, ich wurde zum ETWAS.” Das letzte Wort sagte sie mit Abscheu in der Stimme. „Ich konnte nicht mehr beim Schwimmen mitmachen und auch beim Sport war es schwierig mich zu verstecken. Ich hatte keine Freunde. Konnte keinem Erzählen. Es war schrecklich. Dann bin ich hierher gezogen und Rainer nahm mich auf, wie eine Tochter.” So ganz verstand ich immer noch nicht. „Wie äußert sich dein Problem denn? Wenn du Hormone nimmst? Gehen die Brüste dann nicht wieder weg?” Ich war hilflos, wollte aber verstehen.„Was nutz das? Das ändert nichts an meinem anderen Problem.” „Was denn?” Ich war echt blöd. Das musste wohl auch Susi feststellen. Wie zu einem Kind sagte sie: „Ich habe einen Penis…. und eine Vagina.” Nun war es raus.

Mir verschlug es schon wieder die Sprache. Ein Hermaphrodit. Der Traum aller Männer und Frauen (zumindest derer, die Bi sind). „Siehst du, jetzt bist du doch entsetzt.”

„Ich würde das gerne mal sehen.” Flüsterte ich nur und konnte selber nicht fassen, dass ich das gesagt hatte. So musste auch Susi nachfragen. „Wie bitte?” „Ich würde das da unten gerne mal sehen.” Bestätigte ich meine Worte aber Susi war nicht überzeugt. „Damit du mich auslachen kannst? Nein danke.” „Ehrlich, mich interessiert das und ich schwöre nicht zu lachen.”

Sie schaute mich skeptisch an. Stand dann aber auf und drehte sich weg, wie um doch noch aus dem Raum zu verschwinden. Dann stockte sie. Blieb stehen und fasste dann das Bündchen ihrer Shorts. Langsam zog sie ihre Hose herunter. Ihr wunderbarer Knackarsch wurde sichtbar. Zwei perfekt geformte Halbkugeln festen weichen Sitzfleisches mit den langen Beinen, zwischen denen sich ihre Vulva deutlich abzeichnete. Die Hose war aus. Sie hielt die Beine fest geschlossen. Dann drehte sie sich langsam um. Von der Seite wurde ihr Penis sichtbar. Nicht besonders groß aber auch nicht schlecht. Saß er auf ihrem gut rasieren Schamhügel. Die Beine immer noch fest geschlossen sah man von ihrer Muschi nun nicht mehr viel. Mein Blick verharrte in ihrer Körpermitte. Ich sagte keinen Ton. Zog sie nur an der Hüfte zu mir ran und legte sie vorsichtig aufs Bett. Nun öffnete sie leicht die Beine, so dass ich mir ihren Unterleib genau ansehen konnte. Ihre Augen drückten Erwartung und Angst aus. Ich konnte immer noch nichts sagen. War zu fasziniert von diesem Wunder der Natur.

Ich hatte es schon mal gesagt, ich bin weit davon entfernt ein Cuckhold zu sein oder auf die andere Seite zu tendieren aber dass hier? Zwischen Susis schlanken Beinen, die sie schüchtern geöffnet hatten, schimmerten rosige Schamlippen hervor. Züchtig geschlossen. Kein rotes Fleisch ihres Inneren war zu sehen. Scheinbar hatte noch kein fremdes Etwas diesen Eingang je durchschritten. Jungfräulich und Züchtig lag die Erfüllung eines jeden Mannes vor mir. Ein betörender Duft war auf zu nehmen. Wie von einer Sommerwiese mit Vanille vermischt. Ein Märchen aus Tausend und Einer Nacht. Ihr Heiligtum war ordentlich rasiert, so dass kein Haar muratpaşa escort den Anblick störte. Etwas weiter oben, etwa einen cm nachdem sich die Schamlippen wieder verbunden hatten begann dass, was ich immer noch nicht richtig verstehen konnte. Auf dem flachen, leicht bebenden Bauch unterhalb ihres Bauchnabels, leicht nach links geneigt lag … ein Penis. Halb erregiert, 2cm dick, etwa 18cm lang. Wie von einem kleinen Jungen. Die Vorhaut verdeckte die Eichel. Keine Adern waren zu sehen nur dort wo die Eichel beginnen möge war eine leichte Verdickung zu erkennen. Bei jedem Herzschlag zuckte das Blut durch das Fleischrohr und hauchte ihm Leben ein.

Etwas anderes war an diesem Bild noch nicht ganz richtig. Etwas fehlte, was man bei einem Mann vermuten würde. Nach einiger Zeit kam ich drauf: Der Hodensack fehlte. An seiner Statt dürfte ihr Kitzler sitzen, der im Moment nicht zu sehen war. Susi wartete immer noch auf eine Reaktion von mir. Ich war aber so fasziniert, dass ich mir erstmal alles ganz genau anschauen musste. Ich stieß fast mit der Nase an sie an, so nah ging ich heran. Langsam schloss sie ihre Beine und holte mich so zu ihr zurück.

„Ist das nicht fürchterlich?” Flüsterte sie. „Ich bin nicht Frau nicht Mann. Ich weiß nicht mehr weiter.” Sie begann wieder zu schluchzen. Ich hielt ihre Beine allerdings fest, damit sie sich nicht vollständig schließen konnten. Jetzt musste ich meine Sprache wieder finden. „Susi.” Krächzte ich” Das ist… das ist einfach wundervoll.” Brachte ich hervor. Sie starrte mich erstaunt an. „Du findest das gut?” „Ja, das ist die Erfüllung. Frau und Mann, Mann und Frau in einer Person, was sich da alles anstellen lässt.” „Ach was, gar nichts.” Ich wollte aber nicht mehr darüber diskutieren. Viel zu neugierig war ich und wollte einfach mehr wissen. „Funktioniert er?” „Wer funktioniert?” Jetzt stellte sich Susi ein wenig doof, wirkte abwesend. „Na dein Glied, kannst du damit…? Ich meine wird er … hart?” „Ja, er wird steif. Das ist ein Problem, wenn mich etwas erregt, kann man das evtl. in meiner Hose sehen.” Sie sagte dass unwillig, ich ließ mich aber nicht ablenken. „Und kannst du … abspritzen? Da sind keine … Eier.”

Susi sah mich nun genauer an. Versuchte abzuschätzen, was ich bezwecken würde. Sie sah bei mir aber nur Neugierde und vielleicht einen Schimmer Verlangen. Mein Schwanz hatte sich auf jeden Fall bereits wieder voll entwickelt. Als ob sie eine Entscheidung für sich getroffen hatte, öffnete sie plötzlich ihre zierlichen Beine ganz weit und setzte sich halb auf. Ihre Muschi öffnete sich ein wenig und nun konnte man rot und feucht ihre inneren Schamlippen sehen. Ein kleiner Knubbel markierte ihren Kitzler, der sich vorwitzig aus seinem zarten Gefängnis befreite. Eine Hand von Susi wanderte zwischen ihre Beine und zog die äußeren Schamlippen noch weiter auseinander. Ihre Lusthöhle wurde sichtbar. Wie bei einem Vortrag erläuterte sie: „Ich habe keinen Hoden wie ihr Männer. In oberen Bereich meiner Vagina haben sich so etwas wie Eier gebildet, die aber nicht fruchtbar sind. Ich kann aber, wie ihr Männer, eine klare Flüssigkeit verspritzen, die einem Erguß ziemlich nahe kommen.” Ich schaute ihr in die Augen. Mit einer Sanftheit, die ich an mir selber nicht erwartet hätte fragte ich sie, ob ich sie anfassen dürfte. „Möchtest du? Aber sei vorsichtig, o.K?” Sie nahm ihre Hand weg, um mir den Weg frei zu machen. Durch das Öffnen ihrer Muschi strömte mir noch mehr des lieblichen Duftes entgegen und ich hatte Mühe, den Druck in meiner Hose zu ignorieren

. Es tat beinahe weh und ich musste mehrmals die Stellung wechseln, um meinem Schwanz unauffällig eine bessere Position zu verschaffen. Susi schien das bemerkt zu haben, denn sie sagte: „Bevor du jetzt an mir rumfummelst, wäre es nur fair, wenn du mir auch etwas zum bestaunen geben würdest.” Das ließ ich mir natürlich nicht zweimal sagen. Ich zog mich aus und erntete staunende Blicke und lobende Worte von ihr, bezüglich der Größe meines Freudenspenders. Damit wir uns gleichzeitig begutachten konnten, legte ich mich in 96er Manier neben Susi aufs Bett. Sie drehte sich leicht zur Seite, ein Bein aufgestellt, damit ich bei ihr alles genau sehen konnte. Ihr Penis hing nun zur Seite und ihre Schamlippen hatten sich wieder etwas geschlossen.

Susi begann an meinem Schwanz zu spielen was mir sehr gut gefiel. Ich kümmerte mich derweil um ihren Unterleib. Vorsichtig, nur mit den Fingerspitzen strich ich leicht über ihren Schaft. Er fühlte sich warm und seidig an, war weich und noch nicht komplett mit Blut gefüllt. Ein freudiges Zucken war das Ergebnis. Susi schien noch nie einen anderen Menschen Sexuell an sich rangelassen zu haben, denn alles an ihr wies darauf hin, dass sie unerfahren war.

Sie hantierte leicht hektisch an mir herum, was mich in diesem Moment aber nicht störte. Ich hantiere weiter an ihrem Ding herum. Nahm in zwischen die Finger und wichste ihn leicht. Von unten kam ein leises Keuchen und Stöhnen. Ich schien bisher alles richtig zu machen. Ihr Penis roch genau wie ihre Muschi herrlich nach Frau. Nicht wie man meinen serik escort mag nach Urin und was weiß ich noch, wie bei einem Mann. Nein richtig appetitlich. Vorsichtig schob ich ihre Vorhaut zurück. Eine rosa schimmernde Eichel kam zum Vorschein. Erste Schleimspuren ihrer Lust tropften auf das Bett. Der Anblick scheuchte mir einen Schauer über den Rücken.

Neben den Bemühungen von Susi an meinem Schwanz, sie hatte mittlerweile meine Eichel im Mund, machte mich dieser kleine Schwanz richtig wuschig. Ich konnte nicht anders. Ich musste meine Zunge ausstrecken und die Lusttropfen ablecken.

Ich weiß nicht, was ich erwartet habe. Die Flüssigkeit schmeckte eigentlich nach gar nichts und trotzdem kam es mir vor als wenn ich Manna trinken würde. Mein Trieb übernahm absolut die Oberhand Ich leckte ihre Eichel und ihren Schaft. Stülpte meine Lippen über ihren Pint und saugte vorsichtig an ihrer Nille. So wie ich es mir wünschen würde, so versuchte ich Susi zu verwöhnen. Ihr Stöhnen wurde auch deutlich lauter und zeugten vom gelingen meines Tuns. Ihr Schwanz schwoll in meinem Mund zu voller Größe an und füllte mich schön aus. Meine Hände waren natürlich nicht untätig. Ich strich ihr über die samtigen Beine und an ihren Innenschenkeln entlang. Sie spreizte bereitwillig die Beine so weit es ging und ihre Spalte öffnete sich wie eine aufblühende Blume. Ich konnte ihre Feuchtigkeit sehen und ihr Kitzler hatte deutlich an Umfang gewonnen.

Der Druck an meinem Schwanz nahm zu. Mit wachsender Erregung bearbeitete sie meinen Dödel heftiger. Da ich aber im Vorfeld bereits so oft abgespritzt hatte, konnte ich mich nun gut beherrschen. Meine Finger fuhren durch ihre Spalte. Ich teilte ihre Schamlippen und verrieb ihren Saft auf ihrem Kitzler und ihren Schenkeln. Sie wand sich und bewegte so ihren Schwanz in meinem Mund. Den hatte ich ganz über ihr Rohr geschoben und ich spürte ihre Eichel an meinem Zäpfchen spielen. Das Gefühl war unbeschreiblich. Zum ersten mal in meinem Leben blies ich einen Schwanz. Zeitgleich befingerte ich eine junge Möse und bekam auch noch einen Blow-Job verpasst. Irre.

„Ahh, du machst das so gut.” Kam es von Susi. „Ich glaube, ich muß gleich abspritzen.” Diese Worte von einer Frau. Das glaubt mir keiner. Ich wollte es aber wissen. Ich konnte mir immer noch nicht vorstellen, wie das sein würde. Meine Freundin als Vorbild nehmend, die liebend gerne Sperma trank, blies ich weiter an Susi rum. Fuhr an ihrem Penis auf und ab und leckte ihre Eichel. Meine Finger hatte ich in ihre Muschi versenkt und suchte die Eier, wie sie mir ja gesagt hatte irgendwo vorhanden sein mussten. Schließlich fand ich sie auch. Zwei kleine Knubbel direkt am Eingang ihrer Muschi waren zu fühlen. Ich drückte leicht darauf und Susi bäumte sich auf. Ohne weitere Vorwarnung ejakulierte sie in meinen Mund.

Auch ihr Sekret schmeckte fast nach nichts. Ein wenig Salzig vielleicht, aber alles in allem nicht schlecht. Susi stöhnte dabei laut auf und zuckte in ihrem Höhepunkt. Ich saugte alles aus ihrem Schwanz heraus und schluckte alles runter. Meine Finger gruben derweil tiefer in ihrer Muschi und wühlten die dort gebildete Feuchtigkeit auf.

„Pause.” Stöhnte Susi und drückte meine Hand leicht weg. „Pause, bitte. Wenn ich spritze, dann wird meine Muschi unheimlich empfindlich, dann tut es fast weh.” Ich zog meine Finger aus ihr heraus und leckte sie sauber. Ihr Mösensaft schmeckte fast so wie ihr Ejakulat. Etwas herber vielleicht, aber genauso lecker. Ich drehte mich um, so dass wir nun Kopf an Kopf lagen.

„Danke.” Flüsterte sie mir zu und gab mir einen sanften Kuß. „Noch nie durfte ich das mit einem Mann erleben. Oder überhaupt mit jemanden.” Wir küssten uns inniger. Mein Schwanz drückte gegen ihren flachen Bauch und sie erinnerte sich daran, dass ich noch nicht abgespritzt hatte. „Was machen wir mit dir?” Fragte sie scheu. Wollte mich nicht direkt zu etwas auffordern. „Ich würde dich gerne ficken.” Gab ich aber geradeaus zu. „Natürlich nur, wenn du magst.” Ruderte ich gleich zurück. Ich wollte dieses schüchterne, gerade erst aufblühende Mädchen nicht zu irgendetwas drängen. „Oh ja… aber ich habe noch nie…” Erwiderte sie begeistert und ängstlich zugleich. „Kein Problem, ich bin ganz zärtlich, geht es wieder?” Ich küsste ihren Nacken und ich hörte sie leise säuseln: „Ja, der Überreiz ist fast sofort wieder weg… ahhh, so schön…” Ich liebkoste sie am Hals und am Nacken. Ich arbeitete mich mit kleinen Küssen zu ihren Brüsten runter und knabberte zärtlich an ihren Knospen. Meine Zunge wanderte um ihre Warzenhöfe herum und mein Mund bedeckte das zarte Fleisch mit tausend Küsschen. Meine Hände streichelten ihren Bauch, ihre Arme und ihre Beine. Ich hielt mich absichtlich von ihren erogenen Zonen im Unterleibbereich fern, um die Spannung zu erhöhen.

Susi keuchte vor Verlangen und ihr Po rutschte auf dem Laken hin und her. Sie war Rollig, dass war nicht zu übersehen und zu überhören. Im Laken bildeten sich bereits Flecken von ihrem Geilsaft und ihr kleiner Penis zuckte unaufhörlich als wenn er immer noch abspritzen würde. Es kam aber nichts aus ihm heraus. Ich leckte zu ihrem Bauchnabel herunter und vergrub mein Gesicht in ihrer Bauchdecke. Meine Hände teilten ihre Beine und ich rutschte schnell dazwischen. Mein Gesicht nah an ihren Schamlippen. Diese waren geschwollen vom Blut und ihr Inneres war knallrot und Nass glänzend. Meine Hände streichelten ihre Hüfte, während ich mir ihren Schwanz und ihre Muschi noch mal ganz genau ansah. Dann versank ich in ihrem Schoß.

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his phone sat on charger, he was waiting for the call from Her, his Mistress, while She was away. he knew that She was going to call tonight, and that he was to have a fully charged phone. She had gotten off Her flight a couple hours ago, She had left him specific instructions via text. Where he was now was sitting in Her bedroom looking at the bluetooth cock ring that She had bought for just such an occasion. It sat on the bed and he knew that as soon as his phone started to ring that he was supposed to put that ring on and then answer the phone. In that order.

Kneeling next to the bed, listening for the tell tale ringtone, Her voice calling out to him reminding him just what he already knew that he was Her foot fucker. She changed the ringtone on Friday before he left for work, and also instructed him that he was not allowed to change it until Monday. Luckily he hadn’t gotten a call from Her while he was at work, She was so kind not to do so.

It felt like forever he had been kneeling next to the bed, even though it had only been ten minutes or so, he wondered if Her meeting had run over and then it happened. Her voice toned up, the light on the screen came on and he heard Her calling him, “Come to Mistress, foot fucker,” the sing-songing of Her voice leapt to his ears. Leaning forward he grasped the cock ring and slid it over Her now erect manhood. Once he had completed that task he pressed the button to answer Her call. She grinned as She heard the ringing stop mid ring and pressed the spacebar on Her laptop. The accompanying moan drew a smile to Her lips. “Good evening foot fucker, I hope that your phone is well charged. Now, unplug it and escort bursa we will find out how long that my game can last. Once the call ends you are to power off the ring and go to bed, no matter how it ends. And remember foot fucker, no cumming unless you ask Me.”

Another moan come from his mouth before he would answer Her through a stammer, “Yes Mistress, i understand, Your foot fucker is not allowed to cum without Your permission.”

She grinned he could tell by the way Her voice lilted as She responded, “Good boy.”

A shudder wracked his body as he stayed on his knees the vibrations increasing as She sent the commands. “Start stroking boy and listen to Mistress,” he heard a deep gasp and a moan as he assumed that She had just slid Her copy of his cock into Herself, then he heard the soft wet noises as it slid in and out of Her, he could have guessed that She had placed Her phone between Her legs so that he could hear every noise. Then his thoughts were confirmed, a deep moan escaped Her lips as he heard the vibration begin.

Moans began to filter from his mouth with each slow stroke that he provided himself, listening as She brought Herself towards Her first orgasm. She could hear his gasps and moans and knew that the weeks long denial sentence before this was doing its job. “Ohhh foot fucker I am go-going to c-cum,” Her deep moaning sent him hurtling towards the edge and then he heard Her voice again. “Hands off my cock,” the command was stern and the vibrator stopped he whimpered and shuddered watching as Her cock twitched violently. “Don’t forget to clean up your mess…”

A single finger scooped altıparmak escort up the large bead of precum from the tip of Her cock and he licked it from the tip, She had waited only a few second before She cooed out another, “Good boy,” he shuddered at the sound and then heard the buzz of the vibrator once again turning on, the word boy tinged with a moan from Her lips. “A… as soon as Your ring starts You may stroke for me once again foot fucker,” Her hips bucked on the bed She layed on as the vibe entered and exited Her, the sounds lacing his ears. The desire to stroke at Her cock was so deep that he almost didn’t wait. Her moans increased as She came again, this time though Her vibrator didn’t stop. Instead he could hear the pace speed up. Her cock swelled, hard as a steel rod he thought to himself still no vibration from his ring though. She smirked and rocked Her hips on the vibrator Her voice rising. Then just before Her third orgasm came she tapped the spacebar, starting the cock ring and She could hear the deep moan from his lips.

Beginning to stroke as soon as he could his hand ran up and down the length of Her cock, she smirked again Her vibrator continuing, “Oh god foot fucker, h-here I go a-again,” his hand sped up Her fourth orgasm was nearing. A whimpering voice came out of the phone on Her end and She smirked as She heard him asking for permission, instead she tapped the spacebar again and the vibration stopped, Her voice dryly replying “No, h-hand off M-My property foot fucker.” She came hard that time, telling him no was more than She could handle. The vibrator stopped and he could bursa escort bayan hear Her voice huskily come back over the phone. “While I take a break foot fucker I want you to go and get that pair of heavy socks that I was wearing Thursday night. you are to use them to stroke yourself, let Me know when you get back understood?”

Nodding he replied in the affirmative, “Yes M-Mistress,” he stammered.

She looked down at Her phone and smirked, 12% just enough time. “Hurry back foot fucker,” Her voice intoned through the phone just loud enough that he could hear Her voice from the hamper in the bathroom. Rifling through the hamper he found the deep blue knee high athletic sock that She had worn with Her booties the day before She left and he made his way back to the bedroom.

As he knelt once again he let Her know he was back, “Back now Mistress, and i have Your sock.”

“Good, foot fucker, now you may begin stroking,” Her lips curled into a smirk, “slowly foot fucker with the vibration.” She started the final program one second of vibration three second off each time that the vibration started he moaned, She started to circle Her clit with Her fingers, a soft moan accompanying each circle. “Good boy,” She cooed 7%, “Do you want to cum for me foot fucker?” 5% She heard him moan out a deep throaty,

“Yes, Mistress”

She smiled, 4% “What does a good foot fucker do when asking for permission to enjoy one of Mistress’ orgasms?” She questioned him 3%

“May i please orgasm Mistress please, ohh please M-Mistress” 2%

“Ohh, foot fucker you know I love it when You be-” Her voice increased in pitch as She spoke to him, the line went dead on his side and She plunged Her fingers deep inside herself tapping the spacebar to stop the program as Her phone died, She moaned out knowing that he was now dripping into Her sock not knowing that She WAS going to let him cum into it but now… now he wouldn’t get to until She got home… next week.

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Soft, warm lips greeted Sam and she opened her eyes to see Keiko, fully awake and chipper, smiling down at her. “Get up, sleepyhead. I have a surprise.”

Sam groaned and looked at the bedside clock, eight AM. Sam thought of herself as a morning person, but Keiko took it to the next level. She arched her back in a stretch that slid the covers off her chest and sat up. “What’s the surprise?”

The chirpy brunette knelt on the bed next to her, hands in her lap, her firm breasts framed appealingly by her arms. “We’re going to the beach.”

“Oh.” Sam tried to hide her disappointment. When you lived in Southern California, going to the beach was not exactly a rare treat. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

“Arden is going with us.”

Now she tried to cover her enthusiasm. “Oh? Oh, yeah. That’s cool.” She’d been hoping to spend some more time with the handsome young man. “Which beach?” She hoped it wasn’t Venice. It was fun to watch the freak show, but she’d just been there with Beth on Friday.

“Torrey Pines, it’s down near San Diego.”

“Torrey Pines?” She’d never heard of the place. She wasn’t a native, and while she was reasonably familiar with the Los Angeles area, she hadn’t ventured much beyond it. “Why go all the way down there? There are lots of nice beaches nearby.”

“It’s part of a state park and has some unique features the local beaches don’t have. You’ll like it, and it’ll be a new experience.”

Keiko’s enthusiasm was hard to resist. Sam smiled. “Okay. Sounds good. Let me get ready and get some things together.”

“You won’t need much. I have everything we need laid out already. Food, drinks, towels—even some extra-strength sunscreen for you.”

“Well, I need my suit at least.”

Keiko gave her a sly look. “I have that covered too.”

After the dress she’d given her to wear the day before, Sam could imagine the micro-mini bikini Keiko would want to squeeze her into. “Thanks, but I’ll bring mine along just in case. Will there be a place to change?”

Keiko nodded. “You can wear the dress I loaned you yesterday, or pick a different one if you want. Oh, and make sure to bring some good walking shoes, it’s quite a hike down to the water. Can you be ready in an hour?”

Sam nodded. “Sure.”

***

Sam ended up wearing the same dress. Keiko liked it on her and maybe Arden would too. They had both already seen everything she had to offer, but she’d discovered that when you were nude most of the time a little suggestive clothing could actually be a turn-on. She put on her tennis shoes and grabbed a pair of flip-flops for the beach. Finally, she packed her conservative one-piece, in case she decided that whatever Keiko had in mind was too much, or rather too little, for a public beach.

There was still plenty of time to spare when Sam made it downstairs. Arden and Keiko were in the kitchen. The tall blond was wearing a pair of shorts and a baggy tank, and was loading water bottles into a soft-sided cooler.

“Hey,” said Keiko. She was wearing a black sundress with a loose neckline that left even less to the imagination than the one she’d worn the day before, showing everything if she bent the right way. “I made breakfast burritos. You want yours now, or take it to go?”

Sam sat on a stool. “Did you guys eat already?”

“Yeah,” said Arden. “I don’t like to eat and drive.” He’d finished with the water bottles and was adding neatly stacked plastic containers, food presumably.

“Anything I can help with?”

“Nah, we’ve got it,” Keiko said.

“Then I guess I’ll have mine now.”

Sam ate and had a cup of coffee while the other two finished packing. A few minutes later they were on their way out to the car.

This time Arden went through the first garage door and opened the back of the big SUV. He loaded the cooler and Keiko added a couple of large beach bags. Sam noticed that the convertible was gone. “Rich go somewhere for the day?” Sam asked.

Arden answered. “Yeah, he and mom drove to see some friends and go to an art exhibit. They won’t be back until late.” He shut the hatch and got in on the driver’s side.

“You want the front?” Keiko asked.

“I don’t care, the back I guess, maybe I’ll take a nap.”

Keiko nodded and hopped in the front, while Sam slid into the big bench seat behind her, putting her own bag on the floor. The doors had barely closed when the two up front started stripping down. “What are you doing?” asked Sam, slightly alarmed.

“I hate driving with clothes on.” Arden already had his shirt off and was sliding his shorts down his legs.

“But what if somebody sees?” Sam was caught between fear, and appreciation of Arden’s lovely lean body.

“The windows are tinted and this thing rides high enough that the only ones who can really see in are truck drivers. And they don’t seem to care.” He glanced at Keiko who had already pulled her dress over her head. “Especially if Keiko is with me.”

Sam should have suspected something when she saw that the seats already had towels on them, but she’d assumed it was bursa escort bayan just to keep sand off the upholstery.

“Come on,” Keiko said, in a coaxing tone, “you too.”

Arden had started the vehicle and was backing out of the garage. Sam sighed, but gave in, pulling her dress over her head. So much for teasing Arden with her revealing dress. Then again, she’d never ridden in the nude and decided that might be fun, too. Arden turned around to back out of the drive, and when he saw Sam he smiled. “That’s better, a body as beautiful as yours shouldn’t be covered up.”

Sam blushed down to her toes and got a warm feeling between her legs. It was the first compliment he’d given her about her looks, the only time he acknowledged an appreciation of her nudity at all. If he’d said it that first time when he’d breezed through the kitchen, she probably would have stayed self-conscious around him from then on. Now though, after she’d gotten so comfortable without clothes, the comment made her tingle with pleasure. “Thanks,” she replied.

They got out onto the road and Sam settled in for a long ride. She didn’t know exactly where they were going, but she thought it was about two hours to San Diego, more depending on the traffic. It was Sunday, so there wouldn’t be a rush hour, but in Southern California traffic was never really light, just tolerable or intolerable.

Sam was jumpy at first, feeling the need to cover up every time another car passed or drove in the lane next to them. She quickly relaxed however, when she realized no one was paying any attention, and even when they did look her way, didn’t react as if they saw anything out of the ordinary. After that the situation started to give her a thrill, thinking of all the motorists they passed, unaware of her naked body just a few feet away.

Sam thought about trying to make small talk but Arden had tuned into a local rock station and Keiko had her tablet out. So, Sam pulled out her smart phone to keep herself occupied and eventually got wrapped up in a novel she was reading. They had been on the road for about an hour when Keiko pulled a black bag out of the console box between the seats. Sam recognized the familiar pumping accessories – silicone nipple cover, bottle, and plastic tubing – although the pump itself was tiny compared to the one Keiko had at home. It fit in the palm of her hand, looking a bit like an overgrown computer mouse. Keiko noticed Sam’s attention.

“Always be prepared,” she said. She pushed a button on the miniature pump before setting it back in the console and then pressed the cone to her breast.

Sam watched, fascinated as always, as the little pump did its work. Keiko, aware of her audience, turned in her seat, leaning on the door. Sam was struck by the incongruity of the image. The dark-haired young woman, naked in a moving vehicle, pump on one breast, a trickle of milk leaking from the other, with the strap of the seatbelt in between. Sam licked her lips. Keiko smiled and then leaned her head back, evidently enjoying the sensation and maybe the attention as well.

Ten minutes later the bottle was nearly full. Keiko turned off the little machine and removed the cone from her engorged nipple. She unscrewed the top and was digging in her little bag, presumably for a cap, when Arden held out his hand.

“Don’t bother,” he said, “I could use a drink.” Sam noticed that he was half hard. Apparently, he had been watching out of the corner of his eye.

Keiko smiled, handed him the bottle, and grabbed another. Sam watched as Arden downed the milk in two big swigs. She noticed his cock twitch as he did it. Keiko turned on the machine again and held the cone to her already leaking nipple, the white liquid flowing steadily as soon as the pump went to work.

Sam watched the bottle fill and wondered if she would eventually burn out on the constant supply of human dairy product. She hadn’t yet. The combination of the taboo and the frequent pairing of milk with sex made it at least mildly arousing every time she consumed the rich liquid. More than mildly if the conditions were right. Like now, when everything they were doing was forbidden.

She watched the beautiful Asian woman pump the second breast and licked her lips in anticipation. Sam’s hand drifted towards her inner thighs. If it were just her and Keiko she would have masturbated, or maybe played with her friend. But Arden was there, and while many of her inhibitions had fallen away since coming to live with this extraordinary family, that was still more than she was ready to do. So, she waited, not so patiently, for the bottle to fill. Finally, Keiko turned off the pump and removed the cone from her breast. She unscrewed the bottle and smiled at Sam.

“Thirsty?”

Sam nodded and took the milk. She didn’t swig it down the way Arden had. She sipped, letting herself enjoy she sweet, earthy aroma and the creamy texture. She let herself savor all the sensations available, riding naked down the highway, looking at Keiko and Arden’s lovely bodies in the front bursa rus escort seat and drinking milk fresh from another woman’s breast. She took another sip and felt warm tingles run from her mouth, to her stomach, to her wet, swollen pussy.

Eventually, Sam saw signs for La Jolla and for Torrey Pines State Reserve.

“Do you want to take the long way or the shortcut?” Arden asked.

“Ugh,” replied Keiko. “That cliff trail is scary.”

“Yeah, but the view from up there is amazing. And it’s so much faster.”

“Cliff trail?” Sam had never been a huge fan of heights.

Arden glanced back. “Three hundred foot bluffs over the ocean. It’s really beautiful. And the trip down to the beach is much faster.”

“And really fast if you trip.” Keiko put in. “Besides all they have at that parking lot are porta potties, and I need to pee. Let’s go to the entrance with a real bathroom, please.”

Sam didn’t want to admit that hiking down a cliff scared her, but she had no problem nixing the idea of porta potties. “I second the motion for real bathrooms.”

Keiko grinned. “Two to one.”

Arden sighed, “Fine, but it’s a long walk.”

Keiko gave his knee a squeeze. “Aww, poor boy, walking down the beach with a beautiful woman on each arm. How will you stand it?”

Arden laughed. “I suppose I’ll find a way to survive.”

They turned off PCH and onto the 101. Sam could see that they were essentially driving on top of the bluffs that Arden had been talking about and the view, even from the car, was spectacular. Eventually, she saw a sign for the beach, and Arden pulled the SUV off the highway and onto a side road that led into the park. Sam pulled her one piece out of her bag as Arden maneuvered into a parking spot and then noticed that Keiko was pulling her dress over her head.

“Aren’t you going to put on your suit?”

“I will when we get there, but it’s a long walk. I’m more comfortable walking in this.”

That surprised Sam a little. She figured that Keiko would wear some tiny string bikini and would want to show it off as soon as possible. On the other hand maybe she didn’t want to hike in butt floss. She thought about her own, fairly binding suit and decided the light dress might be more comfortable after all. She shrugged and put it on.

Arden slipped his shorts on, and the three of them got out. It was a beautiful day and, though it was only mid-morning, the parking lot was nearly full. They unloaded, and after a trip to the restrooms, the trio set off at a brisk pace. The beach was filling up, but there were still plenty of places to put down a towel, and it looked like a perfectly fine place to spend the day.

“So why don’t we just set up here?” asked Sam. “It looks nice.”

Keiko, walking next to her, nodded. “Yeah, it’s great. But we wanted to show you something special, someplace off the beaten path.”

“What’s so special about it?” The area was scenic enough. The parking lot was located in a low spot between two bluffs, allowing easy access to the water, but the hills rose quickly on either side and she could see that they would soon be walking near the bottom of a steep cliff.

“You’ll see,” she said cryptically. “It’s a surprise.”

Sam, already suspicious, became doubly so, but she readjusted the beach bag on her shoulder and decided to be a good sport about it. As they walked, the beach started to narrow, with less and less space between the water and the sheer hillside. The crowd changed too, from mostly families with kids and young people, to guys and a few women with surfboards. Soon she saw more people in the water than on the beach. They stopped and watched a couple of guys ride a long ten or twelve foot swell.

“Oh man, I knew I should have brought my board.” Arden said. “Some really great breaks out there.”

“Looks like a popular spot.” Sam observed.

“Some of the best surf in Southern California. I try to get down here as often as I can.”

Keiko moved on and Sam followed her. Arden lingered, watching the surfers a little longer, then jogged to catch up. They walked a long time, over a mile, and Sam’s legs were starting to ache from making her way across the sand, though she was determined not to complain. The other two seemed perfectly fine. Arden was carrying the cooler and Keiko had a bag twice the size of hers. They finally reached what looked like the end of the beach. Ahead was a pair of large flat topped rocks, maybe eight feet high, with a cleft in the middle filled with wet sand, wide enough for two people side by side. Waves crashed on the outer rock sending up sheets of cold spray that made its twin dark with moisture. Keiko led the way into the opening.

“Wait,” called Sam. “Where the heck are we going?”

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.”

Sam sighed in exasperation but followed. They trudged on, the strip of sand so narrow that Sam was constantly afraid her shoes would get soaked by a big wave. Then she saw a salt-eaten iron plaque on a post near the cliff. It escort bursa read, AREA CLOSED, NUDITY PROHIBITED.

“Um, guys?” Sam asked. Wondering if they were about to do something that would get them arrested.

“Ignore it,” advised Arden.

Another hundred yards and Sam saw a huge iron buoy half-buried in the sand. She could see that the beach widened out again beyond that point and that it was again filled with people, still small figures from her vantage point. Something else caught her eye.

“Cool, look at that.” She pointed.

A hang glider was making lazy circles in the air as it spiraled down from the highpoint of the bluff.

“Yeah, there’s a glider port up there. It’s really fun; I could take you on a tandem jump some time.”

Sam’s stomach dropped at the idea of actually jumping off the cliff, glider or no. “Yeah,” she hedged. “Maybe.”

“I wanted to park up there, but Keiko doesn’t like the hike down the bluff.”

“I’ll take a long, flat walk anytime, thank you.” Keiko said.

Sam was so distracted by the glider, and the switchback trail she could now see leading to the top of the hill, that she didn’t really look at the people on the beach until they were almost among them.

It wasn’t terribly crowded, there were perhaps a little over a hundred people so far, though she could see a steady trickle making their way down the steep trail. They looked a little older than the typical beach crowd, with a lot more single guys and fewer families. Still, it was a fairly normal mix of Southern Californians, except for one thing: They were all completely nude. Sam stopped and stared. Keiko and Arden both laughed.

“It’s not polite to gawk,” Keiko chided, pulling her dress over her head and folding it neatly over her arm.

Arden was grinning ear to ear as he shucked out of his shorts. “Come on,” he said nodding at Sam, “Don’t want people to think you’re a textile.”

Sam looked around some more. Not everyone was nude she saw on second inspection. Several women were merely topless and a few of the younger ones wore bikinis. She saw a couple of guys in shorts as well. But the vast majority of the crowd was bare. She even saw some young kids playing on the edge of the surf, not wearing a stitch. Finally, the shock started to wear off and Sam slowly pulled her dress over her head.

It was strange. Being naked had come to feel totally natural for Sam, more so than wearing clothes in many ways. Yet, so far, it had always been in private—around the house, in the pool, even in the car. This was her first experience with truly public nudity, of being exposed to strangers, to anyone who wanted to look, and Sam was not sure how she felt about it. Nervous, certainly, but excited too.

“I knew you guys were up to something, I just didn’t know what.” The three of them stashed their clothes in their bags and started moving again.

“We wanted to surprise you,” Keiko said.

“Well you did.” They seemed to be making their way towards a pair of volleyball nets. “I take it you guys come here a lot?”

“Not as often as I’d like,” Arden said. “It’s a long drive.”

“And there’s nothing closer?”

“No, nothing public.” said Keiko. “There used to be a spot near Santa Barbara, but it’s more or less shut down. It’s weird, everyone thinks California is so hippy and liberal, but there is a strong conservative streak too.”

“There’s the private club we went to a lot when I was growing up,” Arden added, “and it’s fun. But it’s not on the ocean, so it’s not the same.”

There was a game already underway at the nets. As they neared several people waved, and Arden and Keiko waved back. They obviously came often enough to be recognized by the regulars.

They finally stopped and put their things down. Sam caught herself wondering if people were staring at her, and then wondering if she cared. In truth, the trio was getting their share of looks, not because they were nude, but because they were among the best looking people on the beach.

Sam sat on her towel while Keiko spread a small blanket next to her. Sam had put on some of her goopy sunscreen back at the parking lot. She got it out again to do the rest of her body, self-conscious about putting it on her more sensitive areas in front of scores of strangers. Arden stopped her before she could squeeze anything out of the tube.

“Here, let me.” He sprayed something out of a can. She flinched a little at first, but the cool spray actually felt good on her warm skin. The day was starting to get hot.

Sam wrinkled her nose suspiciously at the fine, clear mist Arden was spraying across her shoulders. “I burn really easily. I think I need something stronger than that.”

He showed her the can, “SPF 60, waterproof. Trust me, as much time as I spend outdoors I know what works and what doesn’t. You barely have to rub it in. Want me to do your front?”

He said it with perfect innocence, but there was a gleam in his eye and Sam blushed. Still, she nodded. The pale redhead leaned back on her hands, stretched her legs, and pushed her impressive chest forward. Arden carefully sprayed her down, as careful and attentive to detail as an artist working over a canvas. She could have done it herself, of course, but she enjoyed the attention. She thrilled at the way he was touching her without actually touching her, drinking her in with his eyes.

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The first rays of the sun shone upon Martha Ridley’s eyelids, causing her to awaken. The first thing she saw was the back of the head belonging to her young 19 year old lover, Adam, who was still fast asleep. Hearing his soft snores was enough to make her give a genuine, but tired, smile. As she sat up in the bed, she stretched out her arms and let out several yawns. She looked all around, admiring the tranquil swimming pool, and, beyond that, her quiet backyard.

Yesterday, she and Adam had enjoyed countless rounds of amazing sex. They spent an entire Saturday in every part of the house fucking, staining every bed, countertop, and most floors with their cum. While Adam took a quick, post-lunch nap, she had set up an inflatable mattress outside, furnishing it with pillows and a heavy comforter. After dinner, she led him outdoors, where they got into bed and made sweet love until they both fell asleep. It felt so good to be naked under the stars, for once in her entire life.

She carefully exited the bed, trying her best not to wake Adam. Walking around her porch, she stretched her limbs, enjoying the feeling of the cool morning air kissing her bare skin. Each nipple upon her heavy 36G breasts was stiff and puckered. Her cock jutted proudly into open air, stiff and engorged with blood.

It had been a long time since she felt good about her naked body. Martha Ridley had been born a hermaphrodite; her body was that of a beautiful 40 year old woman, save for the 12 inch penis and large testicles that jutted out from between her legs, right over her vagina. Until a few months ago, her privates had been mostly unused, longing for the sweet release that sex could provide.

Just thinking about the sex she’d been having in the last few months made her morning wood even harder. She looked back at her still-sleeping lover, who happened to be her daughter’s boyfriend. He was keeping her company while her daughter, Katie, was out in Des Moines with some friends for the weekend. It seemed a shame that this would be their last day of freedom; Adam would have to go back to his job at the local plant nursery, while Martha would be spending her days in the boring tedium of the local post office. She’d have to make sure to make this day count until the next weekend.

Right now, she was torn between getting herself some breakfast, or enjoying another vigorous fuck-session with her boy-toy. Her grumbling stomach and pulsating dick were at war with each other. Fortunately, she heard him stirring in the bed. Her heart leapt with joy as she saw Adam’s eyes open.

“Good morning,” Adam murmured.

“Good morning, my love,” Martha said.

Adam smiled as she sauntered back towards the bed. He sat up and gazed longingly at Martha’s body, her swaying, fulsome hips, her round, shapely breasts, and her bouncing cock. She, too, was filled with hunger, crawling onto the bed like a predator until she was on top of Adam. She pressed her lips to his, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth. Her lips curled into a smile; she felt Adam’s hand reaching up to fondle her large, hanging breasts.

“Why don’t we take a dip in the pool?” Martha suggested. The two of them reeked of body odor, sweat, and semen; a dip in the pool would serve until the two could get a shower.

“Sure,” Adam said.

With a giddy laugh, Martha grabbed his hands and pulled him out of the bed. The two jumped into the pool, carousing like two kids as they splashed water at each other. Martha then pinned Adam against the side of the pool with her body. Adam loved the feeling of her large breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples poking him. Underneath the water, their hard dicks dueled each other, rubbing against one another with anxious delight.

Martha tilted her head back and let out a guttural moan as Adam sucked on her neck, trying his best to leave a hickey there. She could feel his hands grasping her buttocks and pulling her closer to his body, sandwiching his own between her and the concrete wall of the pool. For a second, she was sure that he would be crushed.

“Ohhhh, Martha! Let me have your pussy!”

“It’s okay, my love. Here, make me cum!”

Martha reached down towards her crotch and lifted shifted her penis and balls aside so that he could pierce her with ease. She felt a shudder of pleasure as she felt him slide inside of her; though he had been inside of her several times, she was unprepared for the girth of his manhood as he entered her. The sex seemed to be even more pleasurable in the pool. The sensation made it feel like she was making love on a cloud.

Adam whirled the both of them around, so that he had Martha up against the wall, pumping into her body as she bursa escort cried out with lust. Adam nuzzled her damp hair, taking in its natural scent, which was mixed with the smell of chlorinated water. The water roiled and foamed as the two thrashed around in the pool, until their bodies boiled with the heat of desire and the rising sun.

At last, Adam shot his sperm into Martha’s beleaguered snatch. She gave a few ragged breaths before she too ejaculated a lengthy stream of cum, causing a huge cloud of semen that floated between their loins. The two of them did not break their embrace, remaining cradled in each other’s arms and the water.

“Oh, God!” Martha gasped. “I feel like…I feel like I could cum enough to make this pool overflow.”

“I know what you mean,” Adam said, still inside of her. “Oh, Martha…I love you so much.”

Right then, Adam knew that he had said something wrong; he felt Martha’s body become tense in his embrace. He looked her in the eye, seeing a stern look etched upon her face. The fear of what she was about to say next was enough to make him flaccid; under the water his penis fell out of her.

“Adam,” she said. “I care for you very much, especially because you take such good care of Katie, but…I-I’m not in love with you. Our relationship isn’t built on love, it’s lust. I just need you to satisfy me.”

“Martha, I…”

She gently pushed him away and exited the swimming pool. Adam was too stunned to move; he could only stand in the pool and watch as Martha grabbed a towel from a cabinet on the porch and dried herself off.

“I’m going to go upstairs and shower,” she said. “I want you to use Katie’s shower and meet me in my room in an hour.” She was using that cold tone of voice that was reminiscent of when he first met her. Back then, Adam thought that Martha hated him, only to find out that her supposed indifference was actually a mask for the rampant lust that she provoked inside of her. He remained in the pool for some time, thankful that the surrounding homes were free of any people that could witness his nudity.

A few minutes later, he exited the pool and dried himself off. Just as Martha said, he went upstairs to shower in Katie’s bathroom. When he was done, he retrieved his clothes from the living room, where he had left them yesterday after Martha greeted him at the front door. When he was done, he made himself a small breakfast with cereal and milk, and then spent the rest of his hour watching television. A nice cop movie on TV full of violence would help keep his mind off of the uncertainty of his relationship with Martha.

When the movie was over, he looked at the clock on the television screen and saw that it was almost 9 AM; surely, an hour had passed already. He turned off of the television and headed upstairs, ready to find out what Martha wanted from him. After reaching her bedroom, Adam knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

With great trepidation, Adam opened the door and entered the bedroom. He could see Martha standing over by the window, wearing her bathrobe. Adam noticed that she had undone her braid, letting her long, golden hair fall freely all the way down to her waist. If anything, she looked even more beautiful to him, as the sunlight peeked through the blinds, causing her hair to glow.

“Listen, about what I said in the pool…”

Martha raised a hand, signaling him to be silent. “It’s okay, Adam. Obviously, we’ve really bonded these past few months, and, it was easy for you to develop these feelings for me.”

“Right,” he agreed.

“As I told you before, I care about you a lot…but, I don’t love you, not in the way you think. You love Katie, and that’s what I want.”

“I understand,” Adam said, feeling utterly dejected. “I agree, we have to end it.”

To his confusion, Martha smiled and shook her head. “You are so adorable, do you know that? Adam, I don’t want to end our relationship, I want to define it.”

“Define it?”

“That’s right,” Martha said as she walked towards him. “Adam, for lack of a better term, we’re…fuck buddies.” She undid the belt of her robe and let it fall to the ground. “To drive this point home, I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you to use me as your whore, your cum dumpster…and even your toilet.”

“Martha,” he murmured, as his penis started to engorge within his shorts.

“Damn it, Adam,” she growled as she jerked his pants down. “What the hell are you waiting for? TAKE ME NOW!!”

Adam’s ears burned with fury, and his dick felt like it was about to explode. He roughly grabbed the older woman and threw her onto the bed.

“So, you want to be fuck buddies, nilüfer escort huh?” Adam growled as he started to take off the rest of his clothes. “Fine with me!”

Martha got on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder as Adam disrobed. Her body ached with anticipation. The only sounds in the room were heavy breathing and clothes falling to the floor.

He leapt into the bed, got on top of her prone body, reached underneath her and grabbed her enormous breasts, oh, how he loved those breasts. He hoped that as Katie’s pregnancy progressed, her tits would get this big. He rubbed his nose into the long mane of his lover’s hair as he rubbed his naked body against her bare back.

Martha moaned as she felt Adam lavishing her back and neck with kisses. Her dick beat impatiently against her inner thigh, itching for some attention. She felt him ceasing his squeezes on her breasts, instead receiving rubs from his hand roving all over her chest, abdomen, and genitals. Suddenly, she felt him removing his body from hers. The next thing she felt were his rough hand gripping her shaft and milking it roughly.

“Oooooh!” Martha moaned. “Ohhhhhh, Adam! Yeah, stroke my cock!”

“I’m the one in charge here,” he growled. He used one of her hands to deliver a sharp slap to her backside, making her cry out.

Martha felt him return the hand to his crotch, where it began to massage her balls. Her toes and fingers curled as they dug into bed. She writhed with pleasure as she tried to stave off the urge to cum.

“You better not cum, you horse-cocked futanari!” Adam warned.

Martha’s only reply was a long whimper, which prompted Adam to cease masturbating her. He flipped her onto her back, and hopped out of bed.

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” he warned her as he went into the bathroom.

Martha simply lay there, still too overwhelmed to respond. Her eyes still clamped shut as she caught her breath; she soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching the bed. She then felt Adam climb into the bed and crawl towards her. The next thing she sensed was something wet, slimy and cold falling onto her shaft. She cracked an eye open to see Adam pouring lube all over her dick.

Upon seeing her notice, he capped the bottle and threw it aside. Adam then sat in front of Martha, leaned backwards, and put his feet around her hard cock. Slowly, he began to rub the lube all over her penis with the bottom of his feet.

“Mmmm, Adam, that feels so good…”

“Yeah? Well, take THIS!”

Martha’s body shuddered as she felt Adam vigorously move his feet up and down her penis. Load moans began to fly out of her mouth as her body was racked with orgasmic sensations. She couldn’t recall the last time she had received a footjob.

Adam began to pant as he continued to move his feet. The long sausage between his feet seemed to grow larger and hotter by the second, twitching as it fought to contain the geyser of jizz that was waiting to be free. Sadly, his legs were getting tired; he needed to move things along…

“Stop messing around, Martha. Cum! Cum right now!”

“OOOOOOOOOHHH, GOD!”

Martha’s body seemed to obey Adam immediately. With a pained cry, she released her seed all over herself and Adam as well. Adam let out a sigh of contentment as his lover’s semen pelted his head and face. After several inhuman spurts, the pillar between Martha’s legs flopped down in satisfied softness.

Adam used the bed covers to wipe the lotion off of his feet as he gazed at Martha, who was still catching her breath. When his feet were sufficiently dry he got out of bed and walked around the bed so that he was standing beside Martha’s head. He looked down at her tired face, still aroused and covered in her cum.

“I…can’t believe I…came so quickly.” Martha breathed.

“Well, hurry up and catch your breath,” Adam said, pulling her so that her head hung over the edge of the bed.

“What do you…glurmph!”

Her sentence was interrupted as Adam forced his man-meat into her mouth. Her nostrils fought to give her air as Adam began to fuck her face. She sucked furiously on his young dick, licking him intently within the heavenly vacuum she was creating in her mouth.

Adam fondled the wobbling chest globes from his bed partner as he received fellatio from her. Luckily, her point-of-view did not include his face, which was etched with a rictus and fluttering eyes. The sounds of Martha gagging on his penis were eroding his staying power. He stepped back, trying to himself from her maw, but she reached up, grasped his buttocks, and pulled him towards her. She responded to his attempted retreat with a bursa otele gelen escort muffled, “Nuh-uh!”

Angry at her disobedience, Adam delivered twisting pinches to her nipples, which caused her to cry out in pain, and afforded him a successful escape from her mouth. With a snarl, he grabbed her by the hair and looked her in the eye. Martha looked back at him with a drool-stained mouth and red, teary eyes.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Adam spat down at her.

“OHHHH, GIVE ME THAT DICK!”

“Grrrr…you brainless, disobedient cunt!”

Still holding her by the hair, Adam forced his mouth down onto hers to engage her in a forceful kiss. Martha’s flailing arms wrapped themselves around Adam’s head, as she allowed him to now ravage her mouth with his tongue. While she still held him captive, she could feel him climbing back into bed and on top of her. Adam forced her hands away from his neck, got between her legs, and roughly shoved himself into her again.

Martha wailed as Adam mercilessly fucked her, his hands digging into her thighs. Adam could feel her pussy clamping its slimy walls around his sore phallus. His heart pounded with delight as he took in the sight of Martha. Her long mane of hair was tousled in amorous disarray, her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth agape as her howls reverberated throughout the bedroom. Her fingers gripped the bed linens and her breasts jiggled so wildly that he feared that they would pelt her in the face.

For some reason, her pleasure enraged him. He pulled out of her, buried his face into her crotch, and took one of her fuzzy testicles into his mouth while roughly gripping her rigid cock. Martha screeched as she felt Adam’s tongue slobbering over her nuts.

“Ohohoho! Adam, YES! Suck my balls! Oh, yes…you don’t know how good that…AAAAAAAAAHH!”

Martha’s back arched as she convulsed after experiencing a sweet pain that assailed her body. Adam was gently squeezing on her balls with his teeth, the way a dog might playfully chew on its owner’s arm. The feeling was more than she could bear. She stamped her foot madly on the mattress, as Adam looked her dead in the eye before chewing the other one, sending shivers through her body. She was unprepared for this; her college lovers, Lilah and Jeff, had NEVER done this before.

“Adam, I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.

He stopped sucking her nuts, but kept stroking her rod while he looked up at her. “Again? Jeez, woman, can’t you keep your jizz in your pecker for one minute? Maybe I should step on your balls while you cum?”

“Noooooooo,” Martha said, as she started fondling her breasts.

“Ooooh, you horny bitch.”

Into Adam’s mind crawled a delicious idea. Getting to his feet, he crouched down, slung his forearms underneath Martha’s thighs, and drew her up so that she was lying on her upper back with her lower body in the air. Martha looked up at him with an amazed expression.

“Oh, Adam!” Martha gasped, her face alight with glee.

His only response was to spread her ass cheeks and push his dick into her anus. He grabbed both her calves before he pumped his dick into her. Martha shuddered with delight, continuing to fondle her massive teats.

Adam had never expected to perform anal with Martha; at times, he had considered asking Katie, but he didn’t want to push his luck. Still, he felt guilty, since his first time having anal sex was, and would always be, with Martha. Was it supposed to be so tight? It felt as though his cock would snap off, if he relented. All he could do was focus on keeping it going…it wouldn’t be long.

“How does…mmmph…it feel? Ooooh, my dick!”

Adam tried to dredge up some sadism, but fucking Martha in the ass was taking every ounce of strength that he had right now. Looking down at Martha, he saw that she had a dreamy expression on her face. Once he locked eyes with her, she hefted one of her breasts to her own face and began sucking on one of her nipples. If that wasn’t enough, she put the other nipple in her mouth as well. He wouldn’t last long after seeing that, and they both knew it.

Digging his nails into Martha’s legs, Adam spurted his cum into her asshole. Feeling the hot semen bubbling inside caused Martha to explode as well; since her pelvis was tilted up in the air, her dick spurted into her own face. Adam was overjoyed to have been able to witness such a perverse sight. The panting young man slowly pulled out of his lover’s anus and weakly rose to his full height on the mattress, standing astride her body. He grabbed his wilting cock with his right hand, and aimed it at her face.

Martha gasped and giggled as she felt Adam’s warm urine pelt her cum-stained body. He started bathing her chest, then down to her belly, and then aimed at her face. Martha even opened her mouth to drink some of it in.

After Adam was done, he beamed down at his piss-soaked lover. “How was that?”

Martha gulped down a mouth full of pee. “Now that’s how I like to be fucked. You were wonderful.”

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The room is stark white, sterile. A few pedestals stand across the parquet hardwood floor, most have something on them. Hot bright lights spotlight each.

A man wearing a light blue frock with an embroidered oval letting everyone know he is ‘Andre’ carries me towards a large white marble hand resting on one of the pedestals. I have no arms, no legs, and no memory of why. I have no clothes on. The marble hand is icy cold against my hips.

He brushes my pixy cut black hair until it is perfect then adjusts my breast, just the left one since the right is missing.

I ask what happened and where I am. I hear no words leaving my moving mouth.

“You always talked too much. Just smile.” His voice is stern.

Across from me is a pedestal with two full legs on it. One stands barefoot, the other has the thigh lying flat and the knee draped over the edge with a red stiletto high heal shoe on the foot. A hand with only the wrist rests atop the thigh with fingernails painted a matching red. The ring finger is mostly missing and a wedding ring lies below on the pedestal.

I look around the room. There are four other people on pedestals, two men, two women, each missing parts of at least one limb, and all undressed.

Andre pauses at each pedestal bursa escort to ensure everything is as it should be. At one of the men, he adjusts the penis and moves each short arm stump slightly. On one woman, he straightens her in a hand similar to the one I sit in. She is missing only her legs. Across from her is a pedestal with two legs crossed in a sitting position. White nylons cover each leg to mid-thigh and brown loafers adorn each foot.

He scans the room to make sure everything is perfect then leaves.

“What happened?” the man with the adjusted penis asks me. My lips move, again without sound.

“Quiet!” the voice blares from a speaker in the ceiling.

A pair of wide doors open and an older couple dressed formally enter. Her hair is long, blond, with pleasing curls. His is short and gray. He wears a tuxedo; she a black dress with the front cut in an upside down ‘V’ with the point at her navel extending to her lower legs and exposing all between her thighs.

He places a pair of glasses part way up his nose and reads aloud the card on the wall behind me. “Torso (2005) A gift of Mr. and Mrs. Decamps.” He removes the glasses, folds them, and then places them back in a pocket. “One of my favorite. I just gemlik escort wish it was on display more often.”

“Yes, exquisite,” she assures him in a voice that reeked of money. “The missing breast adds a nice touch, don’t you think.” She glances at the pedestal with the legs and hand and reads aloud the card. “Torso’s Limbs.” She looks back at me. “How sweet. Where’s the other hand?”

“Maybe she’s sitting on it.” He alone laughs at the joke.

They speak about me as if I am not real. I continue to be quiet and smile as ordered.

He speaks after a long moment. “I particularly like the lack of legs. If you were missing only one dear.”

He moves behind her and drags a hand slowly up the front of her thigh. They both continue to look at me. Lips peck at her neck then an ear. Fingers play between her thighs, parting folds of skin, digging inside. I feel a warmth rush over me as she leans her head back on his shoulder letting her mouth drape open.

“Doll-ling,” she drawls forever.

He unzips his fly and enters her from behind though what I assume is a matching ‘V’ in the back of the dress. They continue to look at me as he pumps slowly at her hips.

Across the room, two women, gürsu escort also dressed as formally, stand in front of the female without legs in the other marble hand.

“Such sensuality,” one says, her voice filling the room as if important. Her head turns to look at the crossed legs. “Woman’s Legs (2008) Gift of Mrs. Franklin,” she reads aloud then looks back.

Still looking at the woman without legs, her companion lets a hand slither inside her friend’s dress and cup a breast. “Is that Mrs. Franklin?” She snickers.

A lone man dressed in a business suit, walks directly across the room to the pedestal with the man without arms. His zipper slides down. I hear soft grunts as his hand rapidly strokes.

“I love you,” he tells the man as he finishes.

“Wipe that up!” the voice from the speaker demands. “The room will be closing in ‘five-e’ minutes.”

The couple in front of me is still fucking. Her eyes are closed and her gasps faster, louder. I can almost hear him slapping against her hips.

The buzzer sounds and everyone walks quickly out of the room. Andre closes the double doors at the same time with a loud echoing thud.

A hand shakes my shoulder. “Wake up dear.”

I look around, rubbing my eyes. “Craziest dream. I guess it is back to work. First day back since the amputation.”

“You’ll be just fine and you are beautiful with one leg.”

“Thanks. I’m getting use to the stares.” I stand and slip the crutches under my arms. “They’re working on a new exhibit at the museum so I’ll be helping with that.”

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I have to admit, I’ve become a bit addicted to gloryholes. I love that it’s anonymous and I can focus purely on the cock and vice versa. Finding someone that is into swapping is still a challenge but occasionally I find some interest. This particular cock wasn’t actually looking to get sucked but I offered and he replied yes. With one stipulation is that only if I swallowed. I had no problem with that of course. In fact, the best part of it is getting my mouth filled with a hot load. The guy said he loves to keep getting sucked after cumming and to not stop until he pulls away. I replied no problem and we set up a meeting.

Luckily he lives nearby and works at home so I was able to catch him during the day. He left the door unlock and I proceeded to head to the back room as instructed. The room was quite dark and I could barely see the hole. Soon he put his soft cock through and I quickly put it in my mouth. After sucking on it for a bit he started to grow. It was about 5″ and medium escort bursa girth. Something I could easily handle. It had a good shape and it was nice and smooth. I slid the cock back and forth slowly sucking on the head every time I got to the tip. He moaned lightly as I continue to slobber on it.

It didn’t take long before he said he was going to cum. I continued to slide my mouth slowly with strong suction in anticipation. I felt the shaft start to spasm and hot cum started spewing into my mouth. I kept sucking as he instructed and he moaned loudly but never let off. I swallowed a nice mouthful with his cock still in my mouth. I continued to suck as he whispered, “oh that’s good, keep sucking it”. After a few minutes I felt his balls swell up and he started cumming again. His orgasm was less violent this time but he filled my mouth nicely and I swallowed another tasty load.

He didn’t pull back so I kept going. He stayed rock hard and kept bursa escort moaning as I swirled and sucked giving him the best my mouth could offer. To be honest, I was getting a bit tired but I was so turned on I pushed through. My precum was pooling inside my boxer briefs and I could feel it seeping through the front of my pants as I rubbed it lightly. Shortly he started breathing heavily and I could feel another load coming. I decided to stroke fast this time and let him fuck my mouth a bit. He let out a grunt and his body shook this time as he released. I thought I had milked him completely and no semen was coming out but after a few spasms a large rope shot to the back of my throat. Not much came out after that but he was finally getting sensitive and slowly pulling back from my mouth. He eventually slid out completely and I finally caught my breath. He signaled for my turn and I took off my pants and slid my throbbing cock through. He bursa grup escort moaned as I slid it into his mouth like a real slut. He made loud slurping noises really trying to devour my cock. It was a little messy and uncoordinated but I was just happy to get some relief.

He didn’t give too much suction so I was lasting a while. He had nice soft wet lips that I enjoyed thrusting back and forth into like a nice wet pussy. He seemed to enjoy it too as eventually he took me down to the balls and held it there letting me do the thrusting. I gripped onto the door moulding with both arms and started thrusting harder and faster. It felt so good I got lost in the moment and exploded into his throat without a warning. He gagged as I continued pumping into his throat. I had a big load saved up and I could feel the ropes shooting with every thrust. Eventually my cock became too sensitive and I slide out of his mouth. He started coughing and I could hear him lightly moaning as he tasted the remainder of my juices. I quickly put on my pants and headed out the door. It wasn’t the best blowjob I’ve gotten but felt like a really good fuck. I had a smile on my face walking to my car. I even almost forgotten that I spent 20 minutes milking 3 loads into my mouth before that. Until the next one…

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – In this installment, after stirring up trouble with her brother Adam’s temperamental wife Emily, naughty BBW girl Zoe allows Sean to use her back door as an entrance, rather than for its proper purpose as an exit.

Please be aware that these stories are extremely graphic BBW/fat girl fetish stories, and includes female characters using the toilet and having their periods. If these themes are not your thing, please consider whether you want to read these stories. All characters and events are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 or over engage in sexual activity.

***

Very early on Sunday morning, Zoe and I awoke at the same moment and kissed. She then looked at me and said, “Sorry, my pussy is a bit tired today, it needs to have a rest this morning after all the fun yesterday. I hope you understand?”

“Of course,” I said.

“Thanks,” said Zoe. “Well come on, what are you lying in bed for. It’s Sunday morning — run time.”

“Zoe, it’s not even four a.m. yet,” I pointed out.

“So, don’t you want to go running? I do. It’s dark, and I love running in the city at night.”

“Really, you want to go out now?” I was disbelieving. Zoe was either all energy, or completely lazy. There was little middle ground with her.

“Yes, now come on slow coach, it will be light soon.”

I got out of bed and dressed in my running gear as did Zoe, and I drove us down to the city for our run. Zoe was right. The bright lights of Melbourne’s tall buildings were very pretty at this hour of the day, some reflecting off the waters of the Yarra River, others illuminating the night sky. The iconic Flinders Street Station looked especially nice all lit up.

Zoe and I ran along the many scenic paths available to many runners, Zoe seemingly not bothered by her weight issues. “You’d better be careful Sean,” she laughingly teased me as we jogged along. “Somebody might think you are a sexual deviate chasing some poor innocent fat girl who is out trying to lose some weight by running and call the cops. Then you’d get arrested and put on the sex offender’s register. And you do drive a van, so that would definitely go against you.”

Finishing our run after about an hour, Zoe and I stretched and returned home, jumping under a nice warm shower together. I could smell Zoe’s sweaty fanny as soon as she took her knickers down, and loved washing her box as we showered together, cleaning all the sweat away from her vulva with plenty of soap and water, loving the suds and bubbles on her pubes. I turned my attention from Zoe’s front bottom to her back bottom, washing her between the fat cheeks of her bare bottom and around her anus, bending down to kiss her butterfly tattoo just above her bum.

“Down boy,” giggled Zoe, teasing my erection with her fingers as I soaped and washed her boobs.

“It’s your fault,” I laughed.

Zoe put a look of mock innocence on her chubby face. “Me, what did I do?”

“You just have that effect on me,” I said as we caressed our naked wet bodies together, me loving feeling her plump torso.

We dried off and as we dressed. I put on a tee-shirt and jeans, Zoe put on her cat tee-shirt and a loose knee-length skirt. Underneath, she had put on a clean white bra and a pair of white cotton panties with multi-colored stars I hadn’t seen her wear before. An idea crossed my mind; rather than eat at home, how about we went out? “Hey Zoe, would you like to go out for brunch today?”

“Sure, I’d love to. Thanks Sean,” said Zoe as she brushed her long blonde hair. “As long as it’s not vegan, after what happened yesterday — phew!”

“No, it might be better if you avoided vegan food for a while,” I laughed. “I know this really nice café, not too far from here.”

“Sounds great,” said Zoe. She put some open, flat-heeled shoes on her feet and kissed me. “I like going out with you.”

“And I love going out with you too.” I fondled Zoe’s plus-sized bum through the fabric of her skirt, Zoe giggling as my fingers traced her knicker elastic.

At the café, Zoe was acting normally and we looked like any other couple there. While Zoe obviously had a problem with binging on unhealthy food, this morning we both ate reasonably healthy. However, in the cabinet were several large cakes, one of which was my favorite — carrot cake.

“I’m so tempted by that carrot cake,” I said to Zoe.

Zoe finished the last of her tea. “Yeah, me too. Hey, how about we share a piece? That way, we only eat half each.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, ordering a piece from a waiter. When it arrived Zoe put her fork into the carrot cake and offered it to me, which I accepted. I then stuck my fork into the cake and offered it to Zoe, which she also accepted and ate. Eating a piece of cake together was fairly minor in the scheme of things, but brought me so much pleasure at doing it with the girl I had loved for years.

“Would you like me to pay half the bill?” Zoe asked, bursa escort taking her purse out of her shoulder bag as we finished and got set to leave.

“No thanks Zoe, my treat today,” I said.

“Thanks Sean,” said Zoe. She looked around for the ladies’ room and located it. “I just need to go to the toilet, I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll just wait out the front for you,” I said, as Zoe walked towards the female toilets, and I went to pay the bill. It took longer than expected; in front of me were a group that probably made the café regret their decision to allow split billing. These customers took ages working everything out to the nth degree, using their phone calculator functions to make sure it was accurate.

When I finally paid the bill and stepped outside, Zoe still hadn’t come back from the loo and I assumed she might be a while. I looked down the street, full of people enjoying a fine Sunday autumn morning in Melbourne and to my surprise I saw Adam, Emily and their son and daughter Connor and Rose walking towards me to go into the same café I was leaving. Emily still seemed to be in her affectionate mood towards Adam. Dressed in a long green floral skirt, green blouse and sandals with her long dark hair loose, she was holding hands with her husband, Adam like me dressed in a shirt and jeans.

Adam and Emily smiled as they saw me, and we greeted each other. “Hi Adam, hi Emily. What are you doing here this morning?”

“We’re taking the kids for brunch,” said Emily. “We do it once a month or so, as a treat.”

“I didn’t know you came here,” I said.

“We never have before,” said Adam. “You recommended it, so we thought we’d give it a try.”

“Hi kids, how are you?” I asked Connor and Rose.

“Hi Sean, good thanks,” they said in unison.

“Sean, is Aunty Zoe here?” Connor asked.

Before I could answer the boy, his aunt’s voice was audible as she made her way to the exit, unable to see her brother, sister-in-law, niece or nephew from her angle. “Thanks again for brunch Sean, my love …” My heart dropped. If the word ‘love’ turned into ‘lover’, our secret was out.

Zoe’s facial expression changed instantly as she saw her relatives standing there and to save the situation she hastily said, “My, isn’t it a lovely day today?”

“Hi Aunty Zoe,” said Connor.

“Yes, hi Aunty Zoe,” said Rose. The little girl looked at me then at her aunt. “Aunty Zoe, are you and Sean on a date?”

“Do you go on lots of dates?” Connor asked.

Zoe and I looked at each other and in an attempt to put Adam and Emily off any scent of suspicion, we both burst out laughing. “No kids no, we aren’t on a date,” Zoe assured her niece and nephew. “We’re just friends.”

“Oh,” said Rose. She looked at me again. “Sean, are you gay?”

Zoe and I laughed, and I could see that Adam wanted to laugh too but struggled to suppress it as Emily clearly was not happy.

“Rose you can’t ask Sean if he’s gay, it’s not polite,” Emily reprimanded her daughter.

“What about you and Miles, Mum?” her daughter asked. “You’re friends and he’s gay.”

“Yeah, we thought Sean might be Zoe’s gay friend if they aren’t going out on dates,” said Connor.

“Kids, Miles and I know each other from teaching group fitness classes,” said Emily. “Yes, Miles is my friend and yes he is gay, but that’s nobody’s concern but Miles.”

“Yeah, I remember Miles,” said Zoe. She turned to her brother. “So Adam, given Emily has a gay male friend, does she let you have a lesbian friend?” She laughed like a hysterical hyena at the joke, drawing attention from passers-by.

Emily’s pretty face showed increasing anger, and it only got worse when Connor asked, “Mum, what’s a lesbian?”

“Nothing, just something your Aunty Zoe made up,” Emily said dismissively.

“Is a lesbian like a unicorn?” Rose asked.

“Um, not really,” stammered Adam, before he changed the subject abruptly. “So kids, who’s looking forward to brunch? I sure am.”

“Your Mum is too,” Zoe told the kids. “She called me during the week, and told me how she was going to treat you to triple chocolate pancakes with a double serve of ice-cream.”

Rose and Connor looked amazed. “Really?” the children gasped in amazement.

I could see Emily was trying her very best not to explode, not an easy job for her given she was temperamental, but she composed herself by taking out her phone and bringing up her favorite and most-used app, a calorie counter.

“Kids, Aunty Zoe was just messing around again,” Emily told the kids, who looked disappointed. “We’re all having the egg white omelets with plenty of spinach and one slice of wholegrain toast like we said. She brought up the calorie count for these items, and showed her kids the phone. “See how healthy egg white omelets are?” She then brought up the chocolate pancakes. “See how unhealthy the pancakes are? We don’t want to eat unhealthy and undo all the good work we all did this morning, do we?”

“No Mum,” the kids agreed, Emily escort bayan having them well-trained to eat healthy food and exercise.

“Good, now let’s go inside and take our table,” said Emily. She turned to me, while pointedly ignoring Zoe. “Catch you later, Sean.”

“Yes, see you later Emily. Bye kids.”

“Bye Sean,” said Connor and Rose, as their mother escorted them inside the café.

Adam did not follow his wife and kids inside at this point, but spoke to his sister. “Thanks a lot Zoe, that’s got Emily offside nicely.”

Zoe regarded her brother smugly. “Oh, you can see me Adam? I thought by the way Emily failed to say goodbye to me I’d become invisible or something.”

Adam shook his head in despair at his sister. “Zoe, can you try just once, one time in your life not to do or say anything that Emily sees as an act of provocation?”

“I’ll try but I don’t think I’ll succeed,” said Zoe.

“No, I don’t think you will try nor will you succeed,” said Adam. “Anyway, I have to go. See you later Zoe, and I’ll catch up with you during the week Sean?”

“Yes, see you then,” I said as Adam went into the café, and Zoe and I returned to my car.

“Lucky they didn’t come by five minutes or so earlier,” Zoe observed.

“When we were sharing that cake together? Yeah, I think that might have tipped them off.”

“My brother is such a pussy. Emily keeps his balls in her purse the way he carries on. Zoe, don’t annoy Emily, don’t antagonize her, leave Emily alone. He’s scared of her.”

“Maybe it might be better for everyone if you tried to get along better with Emily like Adam suggested? She’s okay most of the time.”

“I think you’re scared of her too Sean,” Zoe observed.

“No, I’m not scared of Emily,” I said.

“Yes you are, Sean’s scared of a girl who’s only five feet tall and is built like a willow branch.”

“I’m not scared of her,” I insisted, knowing Zoe would see through my lie, which she of course did.

“I double dare you to buy two ice-creams, take them into that café and give them to the kids right in front of Emily.”

“Um, I don’t think so,” I said. The mental images of Emily’s reaction to something like that happening were scary enough, I didn’t want to make it a reality.

“Scaredy cat,” Zoe giggled, as we got into the car and I drove home. I sat reading the Sunday newspaper, while Zoe was completely absorbed in her phone. Then Zoe all of a sudden lost interest in the phone and wandered off to another part of the house.

Five or so minutes went by, then I heard her call out, “Sean, can you come into the bedroom for a minute?”

Putting down the newspaper, I went into my bedroom where Zoe sat on the edge of the bed still dressed in the same clothes she had worn out that morning, but now was barefoot. Her blue eyes looked up at me, a faux-serious expression on her face.

“Everything okay, Zoe?” I asked her.

Zoe shook her head. “No Sean. I was a bad girl at that café, a very bad, very naughty girl.”

“You mean how you antagonized Emily?” I asked.

“No, not that,” said Zoe. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but when I went to the toilet I didn’t wipe my bottom properly when I had a poo, and I made a bit of a mess of my panties.”

“You didn’t?” I asked.

“I did,” Zoe confirmed. I noticed then that Zoe had a plastic bag next to her on the bed, which she picked up. “I won’t show you in great detail — it’s pretty gross — but I’ll give you a quick glance at the problem.”

Zoe reached into the bag and pulled out the white knickers with multi-colored stars she had been wearing earlier. She held them up, and straight away I could see the brown poo stains on the back panel where her panties would have gone between the cheeks of her bum and made contact with her anus. Zoe’s skid marks weren’t especially large or messy but definitely noticeable on the white cotton underwear.

I found myself getting hard, and as I had so many times over the past few weeks, thought about why I only got turned on by dirty stuff with Zoe. If I had a pair of Emily’s dirty knickers, I would be turned on by the smell of her fanny, which is perfectly normal. But if Emily hadn’t wiped her bottom correctly the last time she visited the toilet for a poo — something I couldn’t imagining happening due to her rigid personality – and ended up with messy brown stains on her panties, it wouldn’t turn me on at all, in fact it would be a turn off.

Zoe placed her dirty, soiled knickers back in the plastic bag and looked up at me. “You see how bad I was.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it Zoe,” I said. “It only looks pretty minor, and it was a mistake that could happen to anybody.”

“It can’t happen to girls,” said Zoe. “Girls have to wipe their bottoms correctly, and we aren’t allowed to make a mess of our knickers, except for occasional period mishaps. What happened to me this morning was definitely not period related. Getting your poo-poo on your panties is never allowed, and bursa eve gelen escort girls who do it are bad, dirty girls who need to get punished.”

“What sort of punishment?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve already washed my bottom and changed my knickers, and I’ll have to wash this dirty pair, so that’s some punishment, but not discipline enough. What happened yesterday when I was a bad girl and farted in the knickers I was wearing, instead of doing it on the toilet like a good girl should?”

“I put you over my knee, lifted your skirt and spanked your bottom through your panties.” My cock stirred at the memory.

Zoe nodded. “Yes, but girls who stain their knickers with their own shit need a stricter punishment than those who just fart. Girls who make a mess of their knickers have their panties taken down, and their bare bottoms spanked.” Zoe sighed, making out she was not looking forward to her punishment. “I’d best get it over with. Sit down on the bed beside me Sean, and punish me for getting poo on my panties.”

With a throbbing erection, I sat next to Zoe, who as she had done yesterday lay across my lap. I lifted her skirt to expose her new clean knickers — light blue in color. “Now take my knickers down to my thighs Sean,” Zoe said.

I took hold of the waistband of Zoe’s blue cotton panties and pulled them down, exposing her fat bare bottom. “Now like yesterday, six hard smacks to my bum so I learn my lesson.”

More confident than I had been yesterday, I delivered six hard slaps to the soft white flesh of Zoe’s buttocks, seeing the skin turn red. Again, I was careful not to hurt her but unlike yesterday Zoe didn’t complain about me not hitting her hard enough, so obviously I had things right this morning.

The spanking finished, I pulled Zoe’s knickers back up and smoothed down her skirt, Zoe getting to her feet and rubbing her bottom through her skirt and undies. “Did you learn your lesson?” I asked her.

“Oh yes Sean,” said Zoe. “I won’t be a dirty girl and get poo on my knickers again, at least not for a while. The café should take some of the blame stocking the ladies’ loo with such flimsy toilet paper — don’t they know girls poop and get their periods — but that was no excuse.”

Again Zoe rubbed her bottom. “Wow, you really spanked me good Sean. You know, it’s kind of unfair. My bottom copped the punishment, but the part of my body that caused me to make a mess of my knickers gets away with it.” Zoe put a seductive look on her face. “Or does it?”

I picked up on the meaning straight away. “You want to do anal?” I asked, sweating in anticipation and nerves.

“Sure, you’ve never done anal before Sean?” Zoe asked.

“No.” It was true, I had never done anal sex once in my 38 years on the planet.

“You don’t know what you’ve been missing out all these years,” said Zoe, sitting beside me on the bed. “I don’t do it very often which is a good thing as you can damage your rectum if you do. Don’t forget, it’s an exit not an entrance and very tight. And there’s rules, you can’t hump me hard up there it has to be nice and gentle, we have to use lots of lubricant and you must wear a condom.”

“I understand,” I said.

“I learned the last one the hard way,” said Zoe. “I allowed my husband to stick his uncovered dick up my arse one night, and he shot his load right up my rectum. Afterwards, he fell asleep and I was the one who spent an uncomfortable night running to the toilet after my cum enema. Believe me, mixing a girl’s poo and a guy’s cum does not produce a nice smell.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said, as I got the condoms and Zoe a tube of lubricant. We undressed, and stood naked facing each other, me still unable to believe this was going to happen.

With my condom securely in place, Zoe covered it in lubricant, then turned around and applied more lubricant to her anus, before kneeling on the bed in the doggy-style position, thrusting her bum in the air. I salivated over the sight of her bottom and her vagina which was visible between her legs. I climbed on the bed beside her.

“Now, I’ll part the cheeks of my arse so you can see the target more clearly.” Zoe reached behind herself and parted her fat buttocks, and I could now see her tight, star-fish shaped anus.

“Nice and slow when you enter me, no need to rush, don’t shove it up there,” said Zoe.

“I’ll be gentle,” I said, sweating in anticipation as I mounted Zoe from behind. I pushed my erection against her rear opening, then slowly began to push my penis up her anus and into her bowels, Zoe gasping as I filled her bum. Inside Zoe’s arse, I could feel how hot her bowels were as the walls of her rectum closed around my dick. She was so hot up there it almost felt like the condom might melt.

“Now just move back and forth very gently inside me,” Zoe urged. “You don’t need much stimulation with anal as it’s so tight. You’ll cum far easier than with vaginal sex, and if you reach forward and play with my pussy while you do it, I’ll cum easy too.”

I reached my hand forward and moved my fingers through Zoe’s pubic hair to the tight, damp, musty confines of her vagina. Fingering her box and feeling my fingers getting wet, I slowly moved back and forward up Zoe’s bottom in short, sensual strokes, kissing her on the back of her neck to make it more sensual for her.

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My pathetic, semi-erect, four inch cock dribbled the last of my orgasm onto the bed sheets as I knelt on all fours. My wife rolled off the bed laughing.

“I’ve just got to get a picture of this!” She squealed, getting the digital camera off the dresser.

I must’ve looked quite a site kneeling there in that state with a pair of her pantyhose on, with a cyberskin dildo in my ass, and a small bell wrapped around my cock and balls. I looked at her as she snapped pictures laughing the whole time and wondered how I had gotten into this. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly how I got to this point in my life.

“That’s great Tinkerbelle!” She laughed. “Now come on out in the other room, I need a foot massage.”

I got off the bed, put my cock back in the pantyhose and followed her into the living room where she flopped on the sofa and put her feet on the ottoman. Without being told, I knelt and took the lotion from the end table and began to massage her feet. My mind kept going back to how all this had started.

Kristi and I were high school sweethearts and married soon after. I was always submissive to her and even on our wedding night made a feeble attempt to make love to her before my tiny penis erupted as I slid it inside her. After that our lovemaking was mostly me using my fingers or tongue. And so our life went on for the next twenty years.

And then, suddenly last year, Kristi joined a health club to lose some weight. It was then that I saw a dramatic change in her. She is what I would call a rubenesque woman, and very pretty. She dropped about twenty pounds, dyed her hair blonde, started visiting the tanning salon regularly and started dressing a bit more provocatively.

I on the other hand, resigned myself to the couch, television and potato chips. I packed about two hundred and forty pounds on to my five foot nine frame, and yes I had a gut. It seemed while I was gaining weight, Kristi was losing it and getting a great deal of male attention everywhere we went. She seemed to like it and became more daring in her outfits.

Then one day she came home from the gym, tossed her bag in the corner and took a seat at the kitchen counter and sipped a water. The sweat gleaned off her neck as a tiny bead ran down between her ample breasts and disappeared in her black leotard. “Honey, you remember Mark (last name deleted) that we went to high school with?”

How could I not. During the whole time we went out together in high school, we broke up once and Kristi had dated Mark. He was the high school jock extraordinaire, quarterback of the football team, baseball player that all the girls were after. Kristi and he dated for awhile until we ended up getting back together, but she would always bring him up as, “my old boyfriend.”

I stared at her and said, “You mean your old boyfriend Mark?”

She laughed a mischievous laugh, “Oh yeah that one. Well I ran into him today at the gym. He just moved back into the area and joined the gym.”

I grunted. “Oh, how’s he doing?”

“He hasn’t changed a bit!” she cooed, like a schoolgirl.

“Great” was all I could muster for a reply.

For the next two weeks every night when she came home from the gym it was Mark this and Mark that. It got so I could barely stand it anymore, but I knew that I didn’t have much choice, Kristi was beautiful and I didn’t want to lose her to Mark again at any cost.

One Tuesday night she came bouncing in the door like she had won the lottery. “Hi honey, I’m home! Mark and I went out for a drink after our workout. Oh my God, he is so funny, he makes me laugh!”

I felt like dying inside, but all I could do was sit and listen as she went on and on about him. She showered and we went to bed and I began to get frisky. She told me she really wasn’t in the mood and that she was tired. I acquiesced and rolled over and went to sleep. The next night she called to tell me that Mark had invited her out to dinner and that she wouldn’t be home till later. I was seething inside but called and ordered a pizza. At about eleven o’clock that night she came home and flopped down on the sofa. I noticed that she had changed from her workout clothes but was still wearing a leotard, except for the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Again, I had to sit and listen to how funny, cute, sexy, bright, Mark was, while she put her feet in my lap and told me to massage them as they were tired from dancing.

“Dancing! You two went dancing!” It was as if something had broken inside. I started yelling at her about Mark and going out with him. Then something happened that changed my life forever; she hit me. Slapped me right across the face! I was stunned and shocked and didn’t quite know what to do until she spoke.

“Listen honey, Mark is my friend and if I want to go out to dinner or dancing with him I will! Just because you choose to be a couch potato and do nothing and I’ve chosen to take control of my life and make some changes for the better, you’re certainly not going to tell me what I can and cannot do who I can or cannot do it with!” bursa escort With that, she turned and went upstairs to bed. I sat there for awhile and found myself beginning to cry. Finally I found myself sobbing. I pulled myself up the stairs and sat on the edge of the bed. I begged her forgiveness and told her that I was just afraid of losing her. After a considerable amount of time with me begging and pleading forgiveness, she relented but said there would be some changes in our household and in our relationship. For one, she would do whatever she pleased with whomever she pleased and if I didn’t like it I could leave. She told me that she loved me but that she loved herself and the things she was doing were for her not me. I could do little more than whimper and agree.

Things took a turn after that night. Namely we stopped having intercourse. Our sex life to that point had consisted of me attempting intercourse and usually ejaculating early and sometimes before I even entered her. From that night on, it was all about her. I would get her off with my fingers and then and only then after she had cum would she even think about letting me cum. Usually I was allowed to hump her leg and cum or fuck the bed while she berated me. This soon changed to her playing with my balls and never touching my cock which put me in agony while trying to cum without having my cock touched.

And of course, Mark became more involved in our life. Kristi would spend three or four nights a week going out after her workout at the gym with him only to return home later and later and some nights coming in as late as three of four in the morning. I would watch her get ready for work in the morning and watched how sexy she dressed knowing that she would be seeing Mark after work. I on the other hand was left to do the laundry, cleaning, and the rest of the household chores. Most nights, when she came home I would be in bed and she would crawl in beside me and tell me all about her ‘date’ with Mark.

Eventually her ‘dates’ with Mark began to work their way into our sex lives with me begging her to tell me about what they did while she played with my balls and made me cum. Sometimes I think she made things up just to get me off but I was never sure. I asked her what Mark thought of me and did he ever question why I never went out with them. She smiled and said, “Mark’s got your number. I’ve told him all about you.” And that was that. She never elaborated and I never asked, I think I was afraid to on a multitude of levels.

Shortly after that, one night while we were having sex she took her pantyhose off and handed them to me and told me to put them on, which I did without question. She told me that from now on, I was to wear her dirty pantyhose from the previous day each day while I was at work and home. She also attached a small bell around my cock and balls that would ring when I walked and she began calling me Tinkerbelle. Again, I agreed and my role of subservient husband got deeper. Every now and then when Kristi and I were out we would run into Mark and I was amazed at how much he hadn’t changed since high school and here I was a balding, chubby husband wearing pantyhose and a bell beneath my clothes.

While Kristi’s time with Mark increased, her time with me decreased. I work nights, so I would only see her on my night off or if I was lucky enough to get home before she went to work in the morning. When I did see her I was like a puppy in heat; fawning over her and trying to get her to give me a little attention and possibly have her get me off. It became so that when we did see each other, I was little more than her slave, doing her bidding, and waiting on her hand and foot. The time I did spend with her was also filled with stories about Mark and what they had done together. The thought that their friendship had turned physical was always at the forefront of my mind and I couldn’t help but begin to accept that they were sleeping together.

The Friday afternoon of Labor Day Weekend the phone rang and it was Kristi.

“Hi Tinkerbelle, it’s me. Listen something dreadful has happened. Mark was playing touch football with the guys and sprained his ankle and threw out his back. The doctor says he can’t walk on his foot for a whole week, so I told him he could stay with us for the weekend at least.”

My throat tightened. “I uh guess that’s ok honey.”

“You guess? What the hell does that mean? I told you he’s coming to stay with us and that’s that! Now make sure the house is clean and the bed has fresh linens, I told Mark he could stay in our bed since it’s more comfortable than the one in the spare room.”

“Bbbbbuuuuttt…where will you and I sleep?” Click the phone went dead before I could finish my sentence. My heart started racing, but like a good little househusband I went into maid gear. I cleaned and changed the linen on our bed, and made sure everything was just right when I heard the door open.

“We’re home!” Kristi shouted from the front door.

I ran down the stairs to see Mark with a crutch bursa suriyeli escort under one arm and my wife under the other. She was wearing a low cut top and a very short skirt with what seemed to be very high heels.

“Grab Marks’ stuff from the car and bring it to the bedroom.”

Without thinking I went outside to the car and couldn’t believe my eyes. There were two huge suitcases and bags full of stuff. I brought everything to the bedroom as Kristi settled Mark on the bed. “There that will make my patient feel better.” She said, in a cooing voice. I put the stuff down and Kristi looked at me, “Oh the things in the bags are Mark’s dirty laundry since he isn’t going to be home and he’s not sure what he’ll need I thought we’d bring it over here and you could wash it for him.”

“Yes ma’am,” was all I could think of to say.

“Now honey, Mark knows about our relationship and he knows that you wear pantyhose around the house and about your bell. As a matter of fact, some of that might have been his idea!”

Oh my God, how mortified was I at this moment? He knew? My face flushed red with embarrassment. I could do nothing more than stand there and hang my head.

“Now honey, if Mark’s going to be here for the weekend, or maybe longer, I think it’s only right that you are in your normal state that you’re in around the house. So you can take off your pants and shirt and be yourself. Come on now do it.”

Slowly I lowered my head, unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I could hear Mark and Kristi snickering from the bed. “There doesn’t that feel better Tinkerbelle?”

“Yes ma’am,” I muttered and then removed my shirt. There I stood in pantyhose with my bell naked in my bedroom while my wife and her old boyfriend sat on the bed snickering.

“Tinkerbelle, I told you Mark knows all about us and what goes on here so there’s no need to be embarrassed. He accepts that certain people have certain needs and he knows that you need to be the way you are. So for as long as he’s in our home, you’ll treat him the way you treat me. Now enough of this foolishness, you’ve got laundry to do and we’re hungry, right Mark?”

Mark just grinned and said, “Yeah I could go for a burger and a beer.”

“You heard the man Tinkerbelle, you better get going.” Kristi said, smiling and fluffing up a pillow under Mark’s back. I bent down and picked up the laundry bags and headed for the kitchen.

The rest of the day and evening were spent with me running up and down the stairs bringing Mark and Kristi food, drinks, magazines, and at one point Kristi had me give her a foot massage right in front of Mark. My little cock was throbbing and dripping just touching her. Then came the time for me to go to work, as I said, I work midnight to eight a.m. So I got dressed to go to work and gave Kristi a kiss goodnight and said goodnight to Mark. I wondered all the way to work what the sleeping arrangements were going to be. Once at work, I called and asked Kristi where she was going to sleep that night.

“Why in my bed silly! What did you think I was going to do?”

“I uh wasn’t sure with Mark being there and all. Oh Tinkerbelle, it’s not like Mark and haven’t seen each other naked before or slept together before after all we did go out together in high school. Now you go to work and have a good night. Oh and in the morning bring us home two coffees and those delicious cinnamon rolls from that bakery on Main St.” Click and the line went dead.

I spent the rest of my night wondering what was going on and it was torture. I couldn’t concentrate on work and all I did was watch the clock. At eight o’clock, I raced from the building, sped to the coffee shop, and then flew home. Upon entering the house I crept upstairs so as not to wake anyone up. There lying on the bed, my bed, our bed, was my wife wearing a little short black see through teddy that I had given her for our last anniversary. She had never worn it saying it wasn’t comfortable to sleep in. Next to her lay Mark with no shirt and a pair of boxer shorts with the snap front undone. Whatever was in there looked huge, but turned away and placed to coffee on the nightstand. Kristi opened her eyes.

“Hmmm hi there.”

“Hi honey, here’s your coffee and cinnamon rolls.”

“Thank you baby.” With that she rolled over and placed her hand on Mark’s hairy chest. He began to stir and she said, “Breakfast is here.”

Mark smiled and nodded to me and I nodded back. “Oh, I’ve got to take a piss.” He said, to no one in particular.

Kristi sat up and said to me, “Grab that urinal and hand it to Mark.” I walked over to my dresser and picked up the urinal that they had given him at the hospital and handed it to him. He made his way to the edge of the bed, stood up and said, “I’m going to need a hand here.” I shuddered to think what he meant, when he leaned on my shoulder and took his cock out and started urinating. I have to admit I must have looked silly, just standing there gazing at it, but görükle escort it was magnificent. It must have been at least eight inches long and I can’t even guess how thick but it made mine look even smaller than it was.

He laughed and patted me on the back. “It’s ok, there Tinkerbelle I know you’ve probably never seen a cock that big especially after seeing yours. He looked at Kristi and they both chuckled and he got back into bed. I spent the rest of that day waiting on them; actually I spent the entire Labor Day Weekend waiting on them both hand and foot. And finally on Monday night after I’d emptied Mark’s urinal for what seemed like the hundredth time, he had to piss again. Out of bed he got, except this time he pulled his cock out and looked me straight in the eye, “hold it Tinkerbelle while I piss.” Reluctantly, I reached down and took hold of his throbbing member. It was big and warm and I could feel the piss running through it as I held it there.

When he was finished, I placed it back in his shorts and emptied the urinal. That began my total subservience to Kristi and Mark that exists until this day. And so that’s why I’m just finishing kneeling on what used to be my bed watching my cock dribble the last of its orgasm out, my weekly reward for outstanding service to either Mark, Kristi or both of them. But the story of what I did to deserve the reward will have to wait for another day….

Doing chores never bothered me, but since Mark’s ankle has healed (see part one) it seems like all I do is run around and do chores for him and Kristi. Once his ankle was better, Kristi thought it best that he stay here at our house for a couple of months. By that point, I had no say in the matter but begrudgingly accepted.

That first week, Mark went back to work as did Kristi and me and I thought things would be back to normal. What I found was that things went back to normal for them, however after work I ended up cleaning, doing laundry, cooking and running a million errands for them. Kristi and Mark still slept in our bed and I could hear the grunting and groaning coming from what used to be our marital bed.

Weekends were the worst. They would usually go out on Friday night sometimes without me, while I was left home to attend to chores. Some nights they would come stumbling in around 2:00 am, both drunk and horny. Other times I was made to go with them and chauffeur them around, all the time hearing comments from friends about how close they had become. A ritual had started when Mark had his broken ankle and that was that I was to always hold his cock when he went to the bathroom. Kristi thought it was cute, and Mark thought that it showed who the boss was.

So many nights while out on their bar rounds, every time Mark went to the men’s room, I would follow like a dutiful servant, unzip his pants, take his massive tool out and hold it while he pissed. I have to admit that this held some excitement for me as I did love the feel of his big cock with his piss flowing through it. And furthermore, he once had me hold it while I was naked and witnessed me getting a hard on which set him to laughing and knowing that it turned me on.

One particular Friday a week or so ago I was not privy to their Friday night trip and was home doing chores when they returned home. Both pretty drunk, they came in and flopped on the couch. Kristi had a low cut leotard on with no bra and a short skirt. I remarked that her outfit reminded me of when we were all in high school together. She often wore leotards and knew they drove me crazy. That was all it took, Kristi smiled and said she had a great idea. Why didn’t we do a fashion show of all our old clothes from high school?

I was mortified. Both her and Mark were the same size (Kristi actually smaller) than when we were in high school. I on the other hand had packed on tons of weight. Dutifully, I went to the storage and got out a bunch of old clothes. Kristi proceeded to try on leotards, Danskin, skirts, low cut tops, and an assortment of hot clothes that a 17 yr old would wear and she looked great! Fortunately for me, Mark had no clothes from that era at our house, so I was the next victim. They sat on the couch and laughed, with tears rolling down their cheeks as I struggled to get into pants that were two or three sizes too small and shirts that would button over my girth.

Kristi screamed with laughter as I tried to get into my Saturday Night Fever white suit and black shirt. The pants barely fit up my legs and there was no way they would button and the shirt barely made it onto my 240 lb frame. With Kristi roaring with laughter, Mark proceeded to the stereo and turned on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. “Dance for us baby!!” Kristi yelled. I stood there mortified, but Mark came up and whispered in my ear, “You better do what she says or there’ll be hell to pay.”

Slowly I began to dance around the living room with my pants unbuttoned and my shirt half off while they roared with laughter. Finally a slow song came on and the two of them stood to dance. I thought my embarrassment was over, but Kristi said, “Now if we’re dancing you dance, just pretend you have a partner in that hot looking suit you have on!” With that they proceeded to roar with laughter once again, with Mark caressing his hands up and down Kristi’s thighs and feeling her breasts, while I swayed to the music with my imaginary partner.

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Rita logged onto Craigslist, clicked on “Casual Encounters,” filled out the required information, then sat back and thought about how exactly her ad should read.

She already knew that “women seeking men” got more hits than any other category. But since there were so many semen hunters out there—women who loved to suck cock and eat the fruits of their labors—her ad had to be enticing enough to attract even the fussiest connoisseur of bukkake.

Rita took a deep breath, then began typing.

“WHERE HAVE ALL THE BAD BOYS GONE?”

“Flirty, curvaceous blond with cupcake tits, a rock-and-roll caboose, and dynamite legs seeks pro-sex sperm donors for backyard bukkake. Must be cut, clean, disease-free and multi-orgasmic. No druggies, winos, or geriatrics (sorry Dad). Looks, race, or body type not important; stamina is. My goal: to become absolutely drenched from head to toe in your secret sauce. Yum! Refreshments provided. Safe suburban environment. All parties sworn to discretion. Send particulars, and let’s get this party started!!”

The ad seemed a little wordy, but Rita hit “submit” on her computer screen and immediately felt her pulse quicken. Jesus, she’d actually gone and done it! She’d invited a posse of strange men to her modest stucco tract house so that they could violate her naked body with what she hoped would be oodles of warm, syrupy cum. The very thought caused her to shiver with pleasure.

But what would the neighbors think? Well, who gave a fuck? There was no brow-beating Home Owner’s Association to worry about. And besides, she was a free, white, thirtyish single female with a healthy libido, and she had every right to express it in whatever way she chose. So there.

Hell, she might even tell Jan, her next-door neighbor, just to get a rise out of her. Poor thing, her husband Tom was cut down in that stupid Afghanistan war and was now confined to a wheelchair. Jan had confided to Rita that she could still get him off with her mouth or her hand, but when it came to getting something for herself she was left to her own devices—the kind that took double-A batteries.

So maybe she should invite Jan to the party! How hot would that be if the two of them, conventional suburbanite women who paid taxes, put out the flag on holidays, and kept their lawns neatly groomed, got defiled inside a circle of masturbating horn dogs? Corrupting the neighbor lady would only add to the excitement!

…

Rita couldn’t sleep that night, even after rubbing one off, which usually did the trick. She was too keyed up by the fantasy she’d created, and though she’d vowed not to check her email inbox until the following day, she felt like a kid at Christmas unable to wait for Santa.

Would anyone actually answer her ad? Or was her idea too twisted for even the horniest guys out there? Fuck it, she had to find out.

At 4:00 a.m. she fired up the computer and braced herself for rejection. But what she found instead was just the opposite—her inbox was overflowing with responses! There really was a Santa Claus!

Her eyes darted across the screen, trying to take in everything at once. Some men asked if they could fuck her, but only after she was covered in semen. Other men wanted to piss on her while she sucked cock. The idea intrigued her, but it wasn’t part of the plan.

There were even a few guys whose only interest was in licking up all the ejaculate from her body when the party was over. These guys were clearly unclear on the concept. This was her kink, not theirs.

Rita even got replies from a few women. While her heart hammered in her chest and she felt herself becoming moist underneath her flimsy nightie, she read them. Most asked if they could join in, and congratulated her for her sex-positive, go-girl initiative. A few asked if they could simply sit on the sidelines and bring themselves to orgasm while they watched.

One crusty old broad who identified herself as “Granny Pervert” asked if the guys could cum a second time into a pair of her double-wide panties, which she wanted to wear all the next day. Go granny!

All told, Rita counted 137 replies, and the ad wasn’t even a day old! Assuming that she could weed out the creeps and weirdoes and impotent pretenders, that still left plenty of men to reach her goal of two dozen.

Twenty-four men playing with themselves in her own backyard—what a trip! She closed her eyes and with growing arousal imagined the scene that she hoped would play out on her lush lawn inside her high fences. The sun would be shining. The birds would be chirping. And a shitload of sexed-up men would be grunting and groaning and crying out as they came on her face.

Mother, Rita thought, you’ve raised a very dirty girl.

…

The following day Rita asked Jan over for coffee and croissants. She was anxious to let her neighbor in on her debaucherous plan, but she needed to gauge the woman’s temperature first. If Jan ran as hot as Rita did it would be smooth sailing. bursa escort If not, then she would have to take matters—and multiple cocks—into her own hands.

“You’ve invited how many strange men to your house? And what the heck is bukkake anyway? Is that like croquet or something?”

Rita laughed. “Jan, honey, when is the last time you’ve been seriously fucked, and I mean fucked damn well?”

Jan choked on her coffee. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business. Besides, ever since Tom’s injury I haven’t even had time to think about, you know, doing it.”

“Bullshit,” Rita said, smiling pleasantly as she took Jan’s hand. “We’re no different than men. We have desires. We have urges. That’s why I want you to come to my party. You of all people deserve it, girl.”

“To your bukkake party? I’m sorry, but I still don’t know what that is.”

“Don’t watch much porn, huh? Let me ask you something, Jan, woman to woman.”

“What?” Jan said, looking visibly uncomfortable.

“Do you like semen? Now before you answer, I’m not talking about the thimbleful of spunk you probably milk from Tom’s cock. No offense intended. No, what I’m talking about is getting marinated in so much sperm that you stick to the lawn furniture.”

Jan looked at Rita with open-mouthed disbelief. “You can’t be serious. You mean that’s the reason you’ve asked all those men over?”

“Pretty incredible, huh? And get this—one’s a cop and one’s a firefighter. Wouldn’t you love to see some firehouse hottie wanking off while you’re sucking the cock of officer whoever?”

“This is insane, Rita. You’re insane. These guys could be criminals or rapists. Or pimps looking to kidnap you! You can’t trust anyone online these days.”

Rita took a sip of her coffee, then crossed her tanned legs and gazed out the sliding glass door into the backyard. “Right out there, Jan,” she said, gesturing toward her well-manicured lawn, which was surrounded by a beautiful rose garden. “That’s where it’s all going to happen. Think of it. You and I stretched out on lawn chairs looking downright fuckable as the boys come filing in through the gate.”

Jan was silent for a long moment, but her prurient curiosity had been piqued. “They’ll be nervous, won’t they? They’ll be looking around to see if they’ve been set up, maybe even caught in an FBI sting.”

“Yes Jan,” Rita said. “There hearts will be pounding. Beads of perspiration will be running down their necks. But despite all that their cocks will already be swelling and pressing against their flies, and the lure of hot, filthy sex with a couple of wanton women will be too powerful to resist.”

Jan sighed longingly. “We’ll watch them undress, won’t we?”

“Hell yes!” Rita said. “We’ll ogle the fuck out of them. And who knows, maybe you and I will already be naked. And maybe we’ll even be masturbating while we watch them peel off their clothes. Do you know what the sight of a masturbating woman does for a man’s cock? It’s visual Viagra!”

Jan had closed her eyes and was imagining all the vile, degrading things she and Rita could do and have done to them. “Yes, she said. “Go on.”

Rita put down her coffee cup and stood abruptly. “I can’t. Talking about this is just too difficult because I’m… I’m just so fucking…”

“Horny?” Jan said. “I know. I am, too. I thought after Tom got hurt that I’d learn to live without sex, but right now you’ve got me so wet that I’m going right home and have that invalid husband of mine eat me out from his wheelchair.”

“Well hello kitty! Then I’ll see you on Wednesday? Around one? You do enjoy the feel of a warm, throbbing, spurting penis in your mouth, don’t you?”

Jan giggled. “In high school when we used to suck guys off under the bleachers and let them cum in our mouths, we called it cock gravy. And every guys cum tasted different. Once we even had this party where the girls were blindfolded and had to guess whose cock belonged to which cum.”

“Why you filthy little tramp,” Rita said. “You were born for bukkake Now all you have to on Wednesday is make yourself pretty, tell Tom that you’re going to a Tupperware party, then come on over and we’ll drive the little boys wild.”

…

Tuesday night was another sleepless one for Rita. She tossed and turned, thinking about the day’s events to come. Had she chosen well? She was pretty sure she’d eliminated the losers, like the guys who sent her pictures of their junk. Not that she didn’t love looking at them, but it seemed a little too look-at-me presumptuous.

And what about Jan? Was she totally invested in the fantasy, or had Rita’s cock talk only gotten her momentarily hot-and-bothered? It was probably a good idea that she had called Jan and asked her to come over at 11 a.m. instead of 1 p.m.

“Why so early?” Jan had asked, sounding more eager than Rita had expected.

“Well, not that we need any mood enhancers, but I thought we could shave each other’s bursa eve gelen escort pussys to get our juices flowing. Just think of it as a sisterly bonding act.”

Jan didn’t immediately respond, but Rita could hear heavy breathing over the phone. Finally she said, “You’re scandalous. You’re very immoral. And what’s weird is that I’m starting to like that about you.”

“So I’ll see you around eleven-ish?”

“I’ll be there. And I’ll bring my own razor.”

…

By Wednesday noon everything appeared ready. After showering together Rita and Jan took turns sitting their fleshy bottoms on the bathroom’s marble vanity and had their pussys lathered up and shaved to a baby-smooth finish. Then they each put on a pair of sexy summer cut-offs and skanky, strappy tops before dragging out a large metal tub of beer on ice, some chips and cookies, a pile of old bath towels, and several tubes of flavored lubricant.

“Now we wait,” Rita said, tamping down her anticipation with some deep-breathing exercises. “I’m so glad you’re here, Jan. When I think about it, if I’d had to swallow the loads of twenty-four men multiple times, they would have had to wire my jaw shut afterwards. This way we can both get a bellyful of cum without ending up in the hospital.”

Jan smiled. They were sitting in the sun on lawn chairs, feeding off each other’s excitement. “I have a confession,” she said. “I decided to be honest with Tom about what I was going to do.”

“You didn’t!”

“Oh, don’t worry—he’s into it. He said it was the nastiest thing he could ever imagine his mousy little housewife doing. In fact, he showed me how to set up the video camera on the tripod, because he wants to watch the tape when I get home. That’s it just poking over the fence, see? Are you upset?”

“Upset? I’ll show you how upset I am.”

Rita got up from her chair and put herself in view of the camera. “I hope he’s rolling,” she said. She lifted her top up over her sumptuous tits and jiggled them, then pinched her nipples and let out an exaggerated groan. “That ought to give him something to jack off to.”

“Oh, Tom will love that. He likes women with more than a handful of tit.”

When Rita returned to her chair the women sat in tense silence while they each nursed their second bottle of beer. Then they heard the metallic clank of the gate being unlatched, and they both sat up straight and joined hands.

“This is it, sister,” Rita said. “They’re here. Are you still with me? Are you still up for putting some strange guy’s marbles in your mouth while he jacks off in your face?”

“More than ever,” Jan said. “I feel like the star of my own porn shoot. Let’s do this.”

…

The men shuffled uncertainly into the backyard in two’s and three’s in the awkward manner that guys have on first dates. They quickly assessed their surroundings, ready to run at the first sign of trouble. When everything appeared as promised, they relaxed and let their eyes fall on Rita and Jan.

“Help yourselves to a beer, fellas,” Rita said, ever the gracious hostess. “And put yourselves at ease. We’re all here for the same reason—to act out our kinkiest fantasies. Cheers!”

When the last man walked through the gate and shut it securely behind him, Rita whispered to Jan. “Well this is better than fucking Baskin Robbins. We’ve got white cock, brown cock, black cock, even pink cock, judging by that guy’s complexion.”

“And check out that redhead,” Jan whispered back. “I’ll bet he’s got a freckled one.”

“Okay, neighbor—get ready to get spunked on.”

…

After beer and brief introductions, Rita and Jan positioned the men so that they formed a lopsided circle in full view of the barely noticeable camera. Then Rita stepped into the center of it and gave each man a quick once-over. Some of the guys were tall, some were very good-looking, and some were neither. There were pudgy ones, stout ones, and some who clearly spent lots of time at the gym. Most had short, close-cropped hair or completely shaved skulls, but a couple wore ponytails and earrings.

“Not a bad crew,” Rita said as the men eagerly undressed her with their eyes. “And I’m sure your wives and girlfriends know exactly what you’re up to, right?”

The men chuckled nervously and stared at their shoes.

“Well first, thank you for coming. And later I hope to be thanking you for cumming. Because, as my ad suggested, this little get-together is all about me and my desire to get bathed in that precious, goopy stuff that squirts out of your little spigots.”

“Who says their little?” one man said, getting a big laugh.

Another man, a tall, muscular guy with a brush mustache who Rita was convinced was the firefighter said, “Where have you been all my life?”

Rita motioned for Jan to step inside the circle. “As an added bonus,” she announced, “let me introduce my terribly naughty neighbor, who we’ll bursa otele gelen escort just call Madam X. Madam X, do you have anything to say to the boys before we begin?”

Jan blushed like a schoolgirl, then spun in a slow circle to check out the quarter-acre of male flesh that encircled the two women. Then, to Rita’s pleasant surprise, she hooked her thumbs under her Love Pink top and flicked it over her head, revealing smallish but still very perky tits. Thanks to the already sexed-up atmosphere in the backyard, her pointy nipples were engorged, and this gave Rita a sudden inspiration.

“How would you guys like to see me suckle my neighbor’s titties? Yeah?”

The men answered with a rowdy chorus of Fuck yeahs!

Rita rested her hand on Jan’s bare shoulder, and while her petite neighbor stiffened under her touch she bent low and completely engulfed one of Jan’s tits while she tweaked the opposite nipple with a thumb and forefinger. Some guy let out a whoop. Another one groaned with satisfaction. Jan mewled softly under Rita’s exploring tongue, and the women could see some of the men grabbing at their crotches. This was a very good sign.

But Rita wanted to provoke the men further. She looked at Jan, and with a dirty-girl gleam in her eye she said, “You’re not by any chance pregnant, are you sweetie? Because there’s nothing I enjoy more than drinking from a woman’s lactating nipple—unless it’s guzzling a milk glass full of fresh semen!”

As Jan’s eyes widened with surprise, Rita made another pass over her saliva-damp areola with the entire length of her tongue. “Oopsie,” she said. “No milk this time.”

…

Things were definitely heating up. Jan loved the way Rita was toying with the men, feeding their arousal. She felt the delicious power of her own nakedness infecting the men as well. They were growing weak in the knees. Their ability to restrain themselves was breaking down. And because they made her feel so sexy and desirable, her confidence soared.

“I’ve got something to say, gentlemen,” she said.

“Talk to us, sweetheart,” one of the ponytails said.

Jan cocked a hip and tossed back her long, brown hair. “I’m her for the same reason Rita is,” she said. “I want to suck cock. I want to roll your testicles around in my mouth. I want to make you so crazy with desire that you forget your names or where you live. Then, when your fucking cocks are ready to spurt, when you just can’t hold back a second longer, I want to wear your cum like a second skin. I want it in my hair, on my face, running down my ass crack, dripping down my throat. I want you to feed me your cum like honey.”

A stunned silence followed. The men stared at her with glazed eyes and open mouths. Then Rita laughed and said “Seriously! I could not have stated our mission any better. Good job, neighbor. Now the first order of business is to lose our fucking clothes. It’s such a nice day out—let’s get nekkid.”

The men clapped and cheered like they were at a pep rally and quickly undressed while they watched Rita and Jan undress each other. When everyone was finally naked a surge of synched-up sexual energy passed through them like an electric current.

The men closed the circle tighter. Jan and Rita squatted side by side on their haunches, their womanly hips flaring, their butt cheeks unashamedly spread wide open. Rita already felt on the verge of an orgasm—and she hadn’t even touched herself!

She looked around almost in disbelief. It was fucking amazing what she’d accomplished. Twenty-four men had walked in off the street into her cookie cutter backyard, taken off all their clothes, and were now engaged in bringing their cocks to life in whatever way could make them hard. Forehanded, backhanded, cupping their balls, choking their cockheads—the guys were really getting after it!

Rita took Jan’s hand and whispered in her ear. “Let’s give these jackoffs some added inspiration.”

“What do you mean? They look pretty inspired already.”

“I know. But still it would be fun if…”

“If what?”

“If we licked each other’s pussys.”

“Oh my God, are you serious? I’ve never, you know…”

“Eaten pussy? It’s easy. And it’s so good. Just do the things to me that you like having done to you. Remember, you’re doing this for Tom, too. And nothing excites guys more than a little girl-on-girl action.”

…

The backyard had grown eerily quiet, as if the men were loitering inside a dirty book store. Their brows were furrowed in masturbatory concentration. They stared at their hardening cocks or simply out into space, honoring the Guy Code of not meeting each other’s eyes.

Rita coaxed Jan to lie on her back in the cool grass, then told her to raise her knees and spread her legs. Then Rita lowered her ass over Jan’s face until her lubricated slit was inches from her neighbor’s mouth.

The men watched as intently as if they were at a sporting event. Rita pried open Jan’s swollen vulva, then lapped hungrily at the exposed inner lips, smacking her own as she relished the taste of her neighbor’s cunt. She chewed indecently on the hot pink folds of pussy flesh while Jan writhed and moaned beneath her. Then she sucked Jan’s engorged clit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it while she buried two fingers into her wet cunny.

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