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A short tale of mutual discovery. Please enjoy yourself.

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“I don’t dance, Stephanie,” he said, “and I don’t play childish games.” He seemed irritated, frowned at me for a moment as we exited the building, grey eyes under white eyebrows.

His tone was certainly irritating. I had been trying to be polite, after all.

“So, no, thank you. I don’t want a coffee, thanks.”

Surrounded by refugees from the last classes on a balmy Friday, I tried not to walk too fast. His limp became apparent if he had to go too fast, tried to keep up with somebody faster.

I’d first noticed him when I was a freshman last year. He stood out on campus. He was always well-dressed, well-groomed and neat. I’d never seen him, for instance, with unpressed clothes. Today he wore immaculate white canvas slacks and shoes, a white shirt and a blue blazer. He looked like he owned Hollywood.

Older than his classmates by a generation, while not holding himself aloof, equally he made no particular effort to blend in or make friends. His white-blond hair was half white now and contrasted strongly with his tanned complexion. There was a spiderweb of barely-perceptible scars over his left cheekbone, straying down to be lost under a well-trimmed beard.

Handsome and lean, but with unusually muscular arms and shoulders, he sometimes carried a cane when the weather was cold. He was generally polite, but it was a bad idea to joke about that cane; I’d watched his acerbic tongue flay a loudmouth jock who’d teased him about his age. Tony had left him looking like an ill-mannered two-year-old and done it in such as way as the jerk couldn’t even think of getting physical.

Then by some freak of computer coin-tossing, we’d been assigned each other as lab partners this year.

It turned out that a couple of his fingers were very stiff and he wasn’t particularly good at stuff like dissecting frogs or working with rabbit innards. He knew what we were supposed to be doing however, usually far better than I did. He did the readings, understood the purpose of each lab session. He was focussed. We made, I thought, a pretty good team.

And he was patient and willing to help. I’d needed that help. Don’t get me wrong; I’m actually quite bright. But this was an elective for me; I was a Music major and had signed up for this on a whim. And it turns out Biology is very much a left-brain thing and I’m totally right-brained — intuitive and creative vs methodical and logical. Tony’s insight and suggestions had saved me a lot of work. Had he been friendlier, more open, he would have been the ideal partner.

As it was, he made very little small talk, spoke very little about himself. He showed up on time, nodded at the right places in lectures, helped me with the slimier bits in the lab when my gorge rose too much. He was well-spoken and his writing style was crisp and succinct. He seemed intelligent and in in total control of himself, master of his own universe.

Asides from that, I knew virtually nothing about him. I’d never seen him in one of the local shops or bars, nor with a woman of any age. He didn’t wear a wedding ring, which might or might not have meant anything and either brushed off personal questions or else gave uninformative one-word answers. He’d mentioned that this was his first Biology course, too.

I’d seen him pulling out of a student parking lot a couple of times after class, driving a boxy old jeep, like one the British military uses. Once I thought it was him behind the wheel of a grey sports car on Western Road but it was gone before I could be sure.

Oddly, while he treated me politely, I didn’t get the impression he saw me as, you know, a woman. When you sit next to a boy in class, on a bus or in a cafeteria, they notice you, politely or maybe less so. Maybe it’s just a quick glance at your legs or boobs when they think you aren’t looking, but they notice. I’d never caught Tony checking me out. At first, I thought he was just too old, but that was silly. Then I thought maybe it was that I was too young, but that didn’t make any sense at all. I was pretty certain he wasn’t gay. But he didn’t ever seem to acknowledge me as a young and pretty woman; that was unusual and, frankly, a bit irritating.

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“So, no, thank you. I don’t want a coffee,” he repeated.

He stopped suddenly enough that I was three paces beyond him before I stopped and had to turn around and go back.

His eyes caught my own, assessing, appraising, penetrating.

Then he blew the socks off me.

“And neither do you, Stephanie.”

His eyes locked onto mine. I hate childish staring contests. but I had no idea how to respond to that challenge. So, ok, yeah, I broke first. I’d always thought of myself as a strong, liberated, independent woman. Growing up the only girl among four children, I learned early how to hold my own. I take not the smallest bit of crap from anyone. Really. But those flinty grey eyes called my hand and I had to meekly turn over a busted flush. sivas escort Blushing like crazy, I dropped my eyes as he continued.

“But if I’m wrong and it was coffee you really meant, Stephanie, then I apologize. I’ll buy you a Starbucks at the Community Centre and we can work on your lab report.”

A long finger rose, moved to under my chin, lifted gently it so my face was upturned, so I couldn’t ignore him. His eyes were riveting, inescapable. I felt like a grounded sparrow watching an approaching cat – too frightened to try to escape, knowing that each moment made escaping that much less likely.

The cat pounced.

“Or,” he continued, “if you wish, we can do something less predictable, less adolescent. I’ll go to Starbucks, buy myself a coffee and wait there while you go up to your room and pack a bag.

“A small bag,” he added.

“You’ve got 15 minutes to do that and get back here. I’ll have you back at your residence in time for dinner on Sunday.”

Was he blatantly propositioning me? Had he actually taken my offer of a coffee for…

Damn it! Yeah, fine, whatever. He’d taken it pretty much for what it was, which was certainly more than just a coffee.

I had been intrigued by him. He really was good looking, even for an older guy. He had style, confidence, panache. I found him impressive, a challenge. I wanted to get inside his head, be the girl who could penetrate his veil of standoffish mystery. I’d had some vague idea of getting him to invite me for dinner or something, maybe something more in time. And he’d seen through it in an instant, like I was still in grade school, and punched everything up about three levels without a blink.

I guess I hadn’t been very subtle.

Tony examined me for a moment and went hard-ball, full-contact, take-no-prisoners.

“Actually, don’t bother packing a bag. Just bring your flute and put whatever it is you think you simply cannot live without in your purse there.”

I looked down at it. It was a small purse.

He continued, his voice soft but clear, direct and to the point.

“Don’t bother bringing anything else, Stephanie; you won’t need anything else. I’ll watch your books and laptop while you go do that.”

I felt the implications of that resonate all the way down to my toes.

My bruised ego now burned with humiliation and anger. He’d just made it crystal clear that he expected me – on what amounted to a first date, one that I’d more-or-less hinted for — to spend the entire weekend naked. I clenched my teeth. The fuckingnerve of the man! I wouldn’t have taken that from anybody else; I’d have had my fingers around the pulsing heart of other boy treating me so.

I wasn’t entirely sure why I was taking it from him.

And what did he want with my flute? It was no secret that I was a music student, but it made no sense.

He considered me steadily.

“Or, Stephanie, like I said, we can stay with Plan A. It’ll be simpler. I’ll even buy you a coffee. We’ll find a table in the UCC, work on your report until five and then I’ll see you in the lab on Tuesday.”

He’d left me the choice of viewing myself either as a witless bimbo or else as a prudish child too chicken to follow through on something she herself had instigated.

Leave a girl some room for her pride, won’t you?

Twenty-five years ago, my mother would have slapped his face. I could have just walked away, reported him for harassment. Instead, I tried to hedge.

“I have to work tomorrow,” I said, seizing on that as a less-humiliating third option.

“Where?”

“At the Spoke.” It was the campus pub.

“Call in sick.”

“I can’t.”

“Don’t be coy, Stephanie,” he said. “You certainly can. The question is whether or not you will.

“Call in sick. If you really need the money, I’ll cover it, whatever you normally earn. Or, no hard feelings, let’s just have done with this juvenile fencing and go work on your lab report.”

I just looked at him. “Tony, I’m a good waitress. The tips are good and you don’t…”

“Fine,” he said softly. “Let’s go for that coffee.”

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My heart was pounding as I raced down the residence hallway. 15 minutes wasn’t much time, not when you considered the crowded tunnels under the road, elevator lineups and such.

Marcy, my roommate, stared at me as I started diving through my makeup case, stuffed my hairbrush into my purse. I tried to include a change of underwear, but panties and bra wouldn’t both fit. Wait, my toothbrush! I was practically ricocheting around the room.

“What are you doing, Steph?”

“I’ll see you Sunday,” I said over my shoulder.

“Where are you going? What’s the rush?”

“I’m going away for the weekend with Tony.”

“Tony?”

“Remember I told you about the mature student in my Biology class? My lab partner? Well, he’s got a place out in the country and he’s invited me out there for the weekend.”

“But you said he was old!” Marcy said.

She sivas escort bayan suddenly grinned wickedly; her head tilted a little to one side. “Don’t tell me you’ve decided to get a sugar daddy after all?”

I bristled at her suggestion.

Everybody knew about sugar daddies. It was a pretty-well-known thing on campus. A girl on our floor had found one last year and moved out. Jeremy was really old, like in his 70s. Most of the time, he just missed his late wife and wanted to cuddle, have somebody around. Even when he wanted sex, it didn’t last long. “It’s kind of sad,” Katie had said. “He’s more lonely than anything else. But he’s really kind and generous. It’s not much for him to ask.”

I’d always thought there was a name for such compromises.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snapped at Marcy. “It’s nothing like that. But I do have to run. He’s waiting for me.”

I found I could stuff a spare pair of panties into my purse and still get it to close. “Gotta go. Now.”

“Text me a photo of his driver’s licence, at least?” she called after me as I dashed out the door.

That was, I thought, running back to the UCC, not a bad idea. I looked around inside, my head whipping back and forth, trying to see him. There!

He rose as I came to his table. “16 minutes,” he said, looking at the slim gold watch on his wrist. “Not bad.”

“I spent a minute looking for you here,” I retorted, trying not to pant. “It doesn’t count. Oh, and I want to see your driver’s licence.”

“My licence.” His voice was flat.

I didn’t flinch this time. “Tony, you seem nice and I’ve agreed to go, but I don’t really know you.”

“Insurance?”

“Call it that if you wish.”

He pulled a thin wallet out of an inside pocket of his jacket, extracted his licence, held it out to me with two fingers. I laid it on the table, took a photo with my phone and texted it to Marcy. My phone chirped as I was handing Tony his licence. Her reply was just one emoji, one I’d never seen before, a crazy-happy phallic obscenity. I erased it before Tony could see it.

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He said not a word on the way to the parking lot, but carried my laptop, leaving me with my purse and flute. It wasn’t the jeep today. It was a little grey sports car, a convertible. It was him I’d seen! Courteous as always, he opened the car door for me, held out his hand to help me in. I needed it; once I sat down, my bum felt like it was about six inches off the pavement. My skirt rode up my legs and I had to wiggle to pull it down.

“Thank you,” I said as he climbed in behind the wheel. “This is very nice.”

I knew very little about cars. This one was certainly very comfortable, real leather seats and everything. There was a leaping cat logo on the steering wheel. “What is it?”

“It’s a Jaguar F-series,” he replied. Looking at the clear sky through his window, he chuckled. “Would you like me to put the roof down?”

I’d never ridden in a real convertible. I grinned in spite of myself.

The little car was sporty, I’ll say that. And Tony was a very good driver. I was never even nervous, but he was pushing it, very fast, slipping into openings in traffic I didn’t see until we were already in them. It was quieter than I had thought it would be, but was still too noisy to talk comfortably. The wind blew my hair all over the place, but it was incredibly sexy, something I have to say that every girl should try it at least once. I saw somebody I knew on the sidewalk and thought of waving, but had second thoughts and turned to smile at Tony instead.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “How’re you doing?”

“Good! Great!”

I was, too. Mixed indignation and caution were giving way to excitement. How long that would last I didn’t know, but it was enough for now.

He smiled and shifted gears, accelerated.

“Where are we going?” I shouted.

“My farm,” he replied. “Just west of Watford.”

“You’re a farmer?” I asked in surprise. I really knew so little about him.

“My Uncle Leo was a farmer — 45 acres, mainly sugar beets. There are a couple of old oil wells. This whole area was an oil mecca a century ago.”

“And you live with him?” This was the most conversation I’d had with him since we first met.

He was silent a moment, then, “Leo died in a car crash four years ago. A drunk driver t-boned him.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It was quick, I guess.”

I tried to change the topic.

“What do you plan to do with your degree?”

“Stephanie,” he said, “I’m just keeping my mind busy right now. I already have two degrees.”

“Two?”

He nodded. “The mind’s a muscle – stop exercising it and it gets weak. This is my first sortie into science. If I like it, I may go for a third.”

Still on old Highway 22, he slowed suddenly, signaled, turned south, turned again soon after onto a gravel road. A minute later there were stone gateposts and a laneway winding up a slight hill, behind some trees. A couple escort sivas of buildings came into view, including a weathered barn and a stone farmhouse.

He slowed down, turned just outside the barn. The big doors were open and I saw the old jeep parked inside. He stopped, backed in slowly, turned off the engine and turned to me with a smile.

“Home. Such as it is.” That was, I think, the first really happy smile I’d seen from him. He seemed more at ease, more relaxed here.

At one time the old barn must have smelled of horses and cattle and hard-earned hay. Now it smelled of cars and dust and memories. The car engine ticked once or twice as it began to cool.

He came around, opened my door, held out his hand. Again, it helped. I had to stretch to extract myself and my skirt rode up again, but his eyes were on something outside, not on my legs. Leaving the top down, he picked up my laptop and invited me to go ahead of him with a wave of his hand.

The house was obviously not new, but, the closer we got to it, the more I could see that it had been extensively renovated.

Under a broad porch, Tony unlocked the door and motioned me inside. He set the laptop down on a deacon’s bench.

The house smelled clean and one worry went away. Given his habitual neatness, I had doubted it would be a dump, but it was nice to have that confirmed.

He led me through the house. The place was very neat, well-decorated, well-furnished. Whoever had renovated had done an excellent job. The handsome old original stone had mainly been left in place, but the ceilings were high and the house now centred on a large combined kitchen and living room. The kitchen appliances were new and clean and there was an island on the kitchen side, its top one huge chopping block. A circle of shiny pots and pans hung from hooks over the island. Two hallways led out of the room, one leading back to the door we’d just entered, the other to some doors, some open, some not.

One outside stone wall was missing. In its place, floor-to-ceiling windows let in a flood of happy light. Outside, past a wooden patio or deck, there was an in-ground swimming pool and a gazebo affair, something to sit in and hide from the summer sun. A velvety, sunlit vista of rolling farmland, fences and wood lots stretched out to almost forever.

“It’s beautiful!” I breathed.

“I’m glad you like it.”

There were a lot of photos of firefighters and fire trucks on the walls, including photos of a younger Tony in uniform, alone or with other men. One large plaque affair over a stone fireplace featured a shiny chromed nozzle for a very large hose.

“You were a firefighter?” Looking back, I had no idea what a firefighter looked like, and am surprised now that I should have been surprised.

“Long ago and far away. A tale for another time, Stephanie.”

A ginger cat appeared from behind a sofa, bumped his leg in greeting. He bent down, petted it. It wound about his ankles, its tail pointing straight up.

“I hope you like cats,” he said. “It’s a deal-breaker. This is Pi; she owns the place.”

“I like cats,” I replied. I crouched down, put my hand out. Pi sniffed my fingers delicately, oozed under my palm. I looked at Tony. “But I’m still not sure what the deal is.”

He stood up. “The deal, Stephanie, is that you do whatever pleases me until such time as either you or I decide it’s time for you to go home.” His voice was soft, but there wasn’t much mercy in it. “You came here knowing that, didn’t you?”

“Not in so many words, no.”

“What did you think, then?”

I ducked. “What is it that would please you right now?” I asked. Cut to the chase.

“Do you cook?”

Had he brought me all this way just to make him dinner?

“I can. Some. Is that what would please you?”

“Are you a good cook?”

“Define ‘good’.”

“I’ll cook. Is there anything you can’t eat?”

“No” then, “What should I do?”

“Come with me.”

I followed him down the other hallway. A couple of open doorways revealed two bedrooms and a major bathroom. The latter was clearly new; the tub looked big enough to do lengths in.

He stopped in front of a door, opened it. The closet behind it was pretty much empty, just two garment bags full of something bulky and a few sturdy wooden hangers. The gentleness I’d sensed in him earlier had vanished; the old Tony was back.

“Put your clothes in here. When you’ve done that, come back to the kitchen.”

I stared at him. Yes, his ‘invitation’ had made it absolutely clear what he had expected when we got here. And, yes, it was equally clear that I knew what that was and that I’d agreed to it in advance, just by coming. But wasn’t the man going to even pretend?

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” he repeated. “Bring your flute.”

I supposed my expression must have clued him in.

“Or,” he said, “we can just call you a cab and send you home. It’s your call.” With that, he turned and walked down the hall towards the light, leaving me standing there. He paused, turned back to look at me. “No pun intended.”

This had escalated somehow into something wildly beyond my experience. The boys I knew didn’t behave like this. A casual coffee, then maybe dinner or a movie, then… Step by step, everyone understood that.

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Home Gym

Joe E Hartley

August 2021

Vicky moving in next door was the most exciting thing that had happened on this street in at least a month and Stan was not about to miss out on the theater. He sat on his front porch sipping a cool drink as he watched the movers carry box after box into the 2 bedroom/1 bath house that mirrored his own.

He lived in an older neighborhood full of older neighbors. To put it mildly it was boring. He watched as the movers started to carry in furniture; chairs, tables, a TV, a bed, lamps and all the other items a person needs to make a house a home.

Sometime as the movers were unloading, Vicky came over to introduce herself. She, like Stan, and most of the neighbors appeared to be in her 70’s. She looked to be fairly fit, as if she did at least try to work out on occasion. “Hi, I’m Vicky. I just bought the house next to you.”

Stan replied, “Welcome to the neighborhood, I’m Stan and if there is anything you need, please let me know.”

He eyed her up and down and was very pleased at what he saw. She would make a welcomed addition to the neighborhood, but he feared this would be the last time he’d see her. Most of his neighbors rarely left the confines of their modest dwellings. He doubled if he’d recognize any of his neighbors if he saw them on the street.

“I may just do that. I had to downsize quite a bit before moving here. I figured that I didn’t need all the baggage, so I got rid of it. I believe that if I need anything I’ll just go out and get it; no sense lugging everything around if it no longer serves its purpose,” she shared.

Stan, wasn’t certain, but he wasn’t sure she was only talking about things, “Like I said, feel free to ask for anything you want, I have nothing but time these days and a lot of stuff.”

“Well, in about another hour or so all my stuff is going to be inside the house, then comes the hard part of finding places to put it all. Is there a place close by that can deliver something to eat?” Vicky asked.

“It all depends on what you like, but this is an older neighborhood and other than Meals-on-Wheels there is not many people here who call out for delivery. Most around here are on a fixed income and just can’t afford it. There is a pizza place I’ve used before, if you don’t mind spending for delivery. I also some leftover meatloaf and potatoes from last night and I always have wine if you’re not too picky,” Stan offered.

“That would be so nice of you. Are you sure it’s no problem? Sounds like this is the neighborhood for me. I too pinch pennies. Maybe we could exchange meals on occasion, since it’s hard to cook for just one unless you don’t mind eating the same thing for a week until it’s gone,” Vicky smiled recognizing a fellow cook.

Vicky excused herself as she needed to direct the movers and make sure they placed everything where she wanted. It would be hard for her to move her furniture by herself if the they left it in the wrong place. Although if might be a good excuse to see Stan again if she needed his strength to help her move some item. She was impressed that for his age he looked good. She was sure he worked out, but he indicated that he did not have a lot of money either, so she doubted he went to a gym. Maybe he worked out at home.

Vicky shook her head to get her fantasy out of her head and to focus on the tasks at hand. After another hour and a half, Vicky, hot and sweaty, looked over all that had been accomplished. The boxes were all in the correct rooms and a few of them had even been unpacked and their contents put away. Her bed was made and in the correct position as were the night stands, her dresser, and most of her clothes put away either inside the closet or in her dresser.

She was hot and hungry when she heard Stan’s voice yelling out from her open front door. “You’ve been working non-stop for the better part of 6 hours now. How about taking a break and getting something to eat?”

“Has it been that long? I am hungry, but I must look like hell.”

“You’ve been working and I don’t mind. Come one over and have some meatloaf and a glass of wine.” Stan offered. He had noticed that her t-shirt was soaked and stuck to her like a second skin. He knew he should say something, but he was enjoying the view.

“Okay,” she said, “let me just lock up,” she closed and locked her front door then followed him over to the adjacent house.

Vicky followed him into a house that mirrored the one she had just left, but this one was neat. “So, this is what it can look like when it doesn’t have boxes scattered all over the place,” she joked.

“I must smell a fright, I really need a shower,” she confessed.

“You need to eat first, then you can take a shower here. I’m sure you are not all unpacked yet.” Stan offered, thankful that she hadn’t noticed the display she was providing for him.

He must have thought the last too out loud, because Vicky pulled her shirt away from her chest. “I guess I should have put something else on,” she acknowledged. She tekirdağ escort continued to hold her shirt away from her body.

Stan offered. “I can offer you a robe, but it is so hot, I’m certain that would not be comfortable. Why don’t you just eat something then take a shower to cool down. We are both adults. I’d offer not to look, but that would be a lie,” he said with a smile.

Vicky smiled at his honesty, “What the hell,” she responded letting go of her top. It again formed a second skin against her breasts.

Stan smiled and offered her the plate of meatloaf, “I hope you like it,”

“I’m sure, I will,” she replied taking a slice, a few potatoes, and a spoon full of corn.

Stan set a glass of wine in front of her and raised his glass in a toast, “to new neighbors.”

Vicky raised her glass, clicked his and repeated the toast, “to new neighbors,”

Vicky was hungrier than she thought and soon cleaned her plate and asked for more, “This is very good. I hope you don’t mind if I make a pig out of myself.”

“Help yourself. It actually feels good to have another person enjoy what I cook. I’d love to share cooking with you, especially if you’re dressed like you are now,” Stan said.

Vicky did not cover her breasts. She actually enjoyed the attention. She was too tired right now to flirt back, but she knew she’d show off for this man again. “If that’s all it takes to get another great meal like this, you’re on.”

Vicky finished her meal and had a second glass of wine when Stan led her back into the bathroom. He provided fresh towels and left to retrieve a robe. When he returned, the door was not closed. she had removed her soaked shirt and had started to pull down her shorts. He laid the robe over the toilet. He watched like a horny teenager as she stripped completely naked.

She looked up seeing him starring at her with his mouth open, “We are both adults, right?” She asked with a smile, making note of the budge in his pants, before stepping into the shower.

Vicky finished her shower, slipped on the robe Stan had left for her and walked back into the kitchen with an empty wine glass. “Thank you so much for dinner and a shower. I really needed both and I meant what I said before about exchanging meals. That meatloaf was fantastic.”

“Would you like some more wine?” Stan asked. “Dinner was my pleasure and I’d love to cook for you again.”

“I’d love another glass of wine and the price you quoted for a meal is more than reasonable,” she added with a grin.

“Well, I meant it as a joke, but the truth is that I haven’t had a date in years. And my joke, turned out to be off-color,” he apologized.

Vicky laughed, “I could use a bit of off-color humor, especially sexual humor.”

“Really? This this have anything to do with that excess baggage you left behind?”

“Actually, it does. I was in sexless relationship where everything was my fault. I don’t know why I stayed with him for so long, but I met him after a long dry spell and jumped at anything. It was okay initially, I felt there were no perfect men and I could put up with his ego as long as I wasn’t alone. Well, that wasn’t true.” She confessed.

“How long were you with him?” Stan asked.

“It was only two years, but it felt much longer. I finally decided that being alone was far better than the emotional abuse, so here I am. You are the first man in a very long time who wanted to look at me, and I guess I just wanted you to look as much as you wanted to look. Does that make sense?” she asked.

“Definitely, over the years I’m been in relationships with people who took no responsibility for anything and blamed me for everything that went wrong. I’m glad you saw through him as soon as you did. I wasn’t so lucky.” Stan shared.

“BTW, it was meant to come off as a joke, but I do like seeing your body. Do you work out?” He asked

“Thank you. It makes me feel great hearing words like that and if you keep it up, there may be rewards.” Vicky grinned. “I try to do some aerobics every day. I want to add some weight training, but like you I have to watch my pennies and can’t afford a gym membership. How about you? Do you work out. I noticed that you are looking pretty good yourself.”

“Funny you should ask about weight training. That’s all I do and I want to add aerobics. I have weights and some of them very light. At our age it is better to use light weights and more reps. I’ll share my weights with you if you show me some aerobics.” Stan offered.

“We could work out together. Of course, that would mean that we’d be getting all hot and sweaty together. Our clothes would stick to our bodies and we’d need a show after,” she giggled.

“I’d be okay with that,” Stan accepted, “Let me show you what I have? Have you done any weight training before? We won’t do anything today, but maybe after you get all moved in.”

He led Vicky into his garage. One corner had a couple of benches and two sets of barbells plus several weights arraigned tekirdağ escort bayan on metal pegs. He had a rack full of dumbbell and a several kettle balls. He had an overhead pully system that appeared to be homemade but resembled some of the equipment she’s seen in gyms. To her untrained eye this seemed impressive.

“After I get set up, I’ll have to show you what I have, but it is nothing like what you have here. I have mats, blocks, and straps.” She said.

“Sounds kinky.” Stan commented

“See, that is exactly what I’m talking about. Comments like that will take you far.” Vicky responded. She was still wearing the robe Stan had lent to her, but she only had it on loosely. “It’s too hot to be wearing this bath robe. I wonder if I could borrow one of your shirts until I head back home, unless you’d prefer, I leave now?” she asked.

Stan led her back through the house and into his bedroom. He pulled out one of his t-shirts and handed it to her. He started to turn his back and leave the room to give her some privacy when he noticed her stripping off the robe without regard to his seeing her or not. She did strip, but he felt she was very much aware of his presence and actually wanted him to see her. She seemed to need the approval that her body was worthy of being spied upon.

Stan still held onto the T-shirt. “I picked this one because it is thin enough for me to gauge the state of your nipples as we talk.”

She stood in front of him totally naked. “Are you sure it’s thin enough?” she asked. “Maybe I should just stay naked.”

“It is sexier if you are wearing something, but that something can display your charms. Thinking it over, you may be right. This is not thin enough.” Stan took back the T-shirt and exchanged it for a men’s undershirt, sleeveless and much thinner.

Vicky put it on and modeled for him. “What do you think?” she asked

“I like it,” he replied.

They hung out in Stan’s small back yard for a couple of hours learning about each other and how much they each enjoyed the exhibition and the teasing. Vicky shared that she had not felt so sexy in many years and promised to get out some of her loose-fitting clothes suitable for exercise tomorrow if Stan would instruct her on the use of the weights. She headed back home as soon as the sun went down.

Vicky went home, unloaded a few more boxes, set out some old exercise clothes, and went to bed early in her new house happy she’d met such a great neighbor. She dreamed very pleasant dreams for the first time in years and woke up aroused.

Stan had said that he liked to get in a bit of exercise late in the late morning, around 10 or so. That way he could have breakfast early and not be bloated after his workout. He claimed that he usually skipped lunch in favor of an early dinner, or had a late lunch and no dinner.

Vicky had her usual breakfast bar and set to work organizing the kitchen. This was the biggest job, but necessary if she planned on making meals for the man next door. She had just finished emptying the last box labeled Kitchen and taken all the empty boxes out back to be broken down and recycled when she looked up at the clock and noticed that it was 5 minutes before 10 AM. She didn’t have time for a shower, but she was going to work out and get all hot and sweaty anyway, besides Stan had indicated that he didn’t mind if she was sweaty. She thought back and decided that his acceptance might have had something to do with the fact that her shirt was basically the proper attire for a wet t-shirt contest.

She changed into her loose-fitting tank top and shorts. She did not put on a sports bra; they were too hot and she wasn’t planning on bouncing around today. She checked herself in the closet mirror and noticed that she thought she looked good, maybe a bit too good, but Stan had already seen her displaying more and she did like the look on his face as he stared at her.

She walked over and knocked on her neighbor’s door. He answered immediately and it was now Vicky’s turn to stare like a horny teenager. He wore a muscle shirt that showed off most of his chest and a pair of small cotton shorts with an elastic band. She didn’t think he wore any underwear, based on the outline she saw in his shorts.

“We’re both adults here, aren’t we?” Stan said with a smile. He knew exactly what he presented to his neighbor. He had planned it after what he’d seen of her last night.

Vicky smiled and forcing her eyes back up to his face replied, “yes we are, but it might be more fun if we weren’t.” She followed that with a smirk and a wink.

Stan led her back though his home and into his modified garage. He had a few posters attached to the wall depicting several exercises and describing the muscle groups each worked.

Stan gave her a brief rundown of what he’d planned for her today and verified that she had very little experience with weights. He used the posters to show the proper form and stance and described the muscle groups each escort tekirdağ exercise would address. He touched her often under the guise of describing the muscle groups.

“We’ll start you off with a one-pound dumbbell and see how well you handle that. He explained an exercise where she leaned over and supported herself with one hand leaning on the bench and the weight in the other hand. She was to extend her arm back behind her then bend her elbow bringing the weight back. All of this was to happen slowly and Stan demonstrated the movement several times. He said he wanted her to completed this move 15 times then shift to the other arm and repeat it on the other side.

The weight felt very light to Vicky and she was certain she could do this with more weight until Stan said she was moving too fast. He traced his fingers over the back of her upper arm saying, “this is where you want to feel it working.”

She enjoyed his touch and felt that area tighten as she moved the weight back. She discovered that the weight she had thought was very light seemed to get heavier each time she lifted it. After 10 repetitions, Stan told her to stop and to switch sides.

“I don’t have any half pound dumbbells, but this weight is too heavy for you, so we’ll have you only do 10 reps today. Let’s see how many you can do on the other side.” Stan said.

He stepped back and watched her form as she moved the weight. Vicky had chosen to wear an oversized tank top and now wondered if Stan could see down her top as she was bent over like this. Her question was soon answered as Stan walked around her checking her out from every angle. When he stood in front of her, she noticed that he stopped moving and as she looked up, she noticed that his gaze was not on her arm. She smiled to herself and continued her slow movement.

He walked back around her and caught himself several times not paying attention to her arm, but rather the movement of her bottom. He reluctantly stopped her after 8 reps. And marked that number on a white board he had set up. It had five different exercises listed and next to the first he had marked R-1-10 and L-1-8.

He explained that this was a progress chart for her. She had done 10 reps on her right arm using a 1-pound weight and 8 reps using her left arm. He then told her to have a seat for a few minutes before her next set while he stared his routine.

Vicky watched the near naked man lift 8-pound weighs in an exercise similar to what she had just completed. He completed 20 repetitions on each arm and when he stood up, she noticed the sweat pouring off of him. She licked her lips, but was not given any more time to drool.

Stan set her up on her next exercise and watched her. She was starting to get the hang of working with weights and soon started to sweat as much as Stan. He now took more time watching the movement of her breasts and butt than the areas he had her work.

They moved from one exercise to the next smoothly, and Vicky knew she was going to enjoy these workouts, especially the view. She knew that he’d been checking her out as much as she’d been checking him out and loved flaunting her body for him.

They completed the five exercises Stan had set up and they were both drenched in sweat. The routine had taken less than an hour, about the same as Vicky normally spent on her aerobics. Stan picked up his hand towel and wiped himself down. Vicky likewise was wiping herself down when Stan offered her a drink and a seat out back where there might be a breeze.

As he walked past her, Vicky inhaled a deep breath of the musky scent of pure male and smiled. She followed him out the back yard and took the glass of green tea he offered.

“You looked very good back there,” he commented referring to her exercise.

“So did you,” she countered with a bit of a blush. His sweat had his cotton shorts sticking to his skin outlining all that they hid. She was certain her top was doing the same.

“You said yesterday that you did not mind the smell of my sweat. Were you just being polite or do you really not mind? I mean I’m really sweaty right now,” she asked.

“To tell you the truth, I like the way you smell. I read somewhere that there’s a scent called pheromones that are in sweat that are very erotic.” Stan offered.

“I like the way you smell too,” Neither of them had taken a seat yet and Vicky took a step closer to him and inhaled a deep breath. She then reached up and placed both of her palms flat on his mostly bare chest. She rested the side of her face on his chest and took in the very male scent of him. ” Think I like your pheromones,” she commented.

Vicky again shook herself mentally out of her fantasy and stepped back from him. She took a seat at the small table and after taking a long drink of her tea, said, “Maybe we’re both not adults.”

Vicky’s smile matched Stans, “As you said before, it might be more fun if we weren’t,” he answered.

Again, they sat and chatted about their past and the things that interested them. Vicky stared as openly at Stan’s groin as he did at her breasts, until Stan commented, “I know you are enjoying the view as much as I am, and this tease is really turning me on. I’m not sure if I’m ready to just fall into bed with you just yet, but I did like the feel of your body as I was direction your position.”

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I met John and, through him, his wife Laura online. We played out involved and erotic fantasies over the medium of a chatroom. As hot as they were, they were still missing the extra level only being in person can provide. Unfortunately, meeting in person was pretty much a non-starter as we lived on opposite sides of the planet. However, after about 6 months of chatting online I got the opportunity to go on a study abroad program in Australia. I decided to leave the US a week before the rest of the student group on the pretext of visiting some friends. I guess that wasn’t entirely untrue, but the true nature of my visit would remain an erotic secret.

I boarded the plane by myself and flew to Sydney. It was a grueling 24 hours of travel. A long, cross-country flight followed by an even longer cross-ocean flight. By the time I landed I was exhausted. John met me at the airport. This was the first time I had seen him in person. He was a handsome man, about 5’10. His hair was salt and pepper with matching stubble. In good shape, but not jacked. He greeted me with a hug that lasted a bit longer and he held me a bit tighter than would be normal for friends greeting each other for the first time. I didn’t mind though. I’m sure he knew that though as he had to have felt the bulge of my semi-hard cock pressing up against his thigh, just as I felt his.

After gathering up my luggage we got into his car. It was about a 90-minute drive to his place. Along the way, he pointed out the many sights in Sydney, but to my travel addled brain the car ride was mostly a blur. We finally arrived at his house at around 8 PM local time. Laura came out to greet us. She was older than John, 55. Her 5’7 frame carried her soft, round ass, soft stomach, and big soft breasts perfectly. Her hair was dyed a tasteful red that contrasted nicely with her milky skin. She wore white yoga pants that had gone through the wash one too many times and a top that was a little too low cut for polite society, but not overtly slutty. She also gave me a long, tight hug and I felt like I was going to be swallowed up by her breasts. Just like her husband, I’m sure she must have felt my cock pressing up against her thigh.

“Welcome to Australia!” She said cheerfully.

“We’re glad to have you,” John followed.

“I’m thrilled to be here, it’s great to finally meet y’all” I said.

They both chuckled at my use of stereotypical American slang. Laura motioned me in wile John helped me with my bags. I followed them into the house and through the living room. As I entered, I couldn’t help but notice Laura’s black, lacy panties hugging her ass and showing through the white yoga pants she wore. Laura went into the kitchen and John led me to where I would be staying.

“You’ll be staying in the guest bedroom. Ours is right next door, so if you need anything we’re right nearby.”

“Perfect,” I said.

“You must be exhausted. If you want to go ahead and knock out that’s fine with us, but Laura’s got dinner just about ready if you’re hungry.” John said

“I need to eat; I’ve hardly touched anything since I took off. I’m about starved,” I said.

John laughed and said, “I’ll let you unpack for now. Dinner’s ready whenever you are.”

John started to leave. I was between him and the door and as he walked past, I felt his hand brush softly against my ass. The small amount of contact sent a chill up my spine and my mind began racing with thoughts of what the next week would entail.

After I finished unpacking, I walked into the kitchen. John and Laura were already sitting, and dinner was already served and waiting. I sat down at the empty seat and smelled the meal before me.

“It smells absolutely fantastic,” I said.

“Why thank you,” Laura said.

As she spoke, I noticed her top seemed to have sunk lower down her chest. Her big milky tits were nearly spilling out of her top now. In my delirious state I must have stared too long because when I was finally able to break my gaze away and meet her eyes, her face was flushed. The look on my face must have betrayed my embarrassment, but she simply smiled and took a deep breath, causing her tits to rise and give me an even better look. I glanced over at John who winked at me and smiled. The rest of the dinner passed uneventfully, I tried (and failed) to maintain eye contact while I told the couple about my trip, my life in the US, and what I planned to do after my stay with them. They told me about interesting places I should be sure to see and other interesting things about the new country I found myself in. By the end of dinner, it was nearly 10:30 and I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I helped Laura gather up the dishes and put them in the sink, then headed off to bed. Despite my exhaustion, it took a little for me to fall asleep. Before my eyes shut for the final time that night, I heard moans and the sound of flesh against flesh muffled by the wall. I fell asleep fully erect.

***

I woke up the next morning şırnak escort at 11:30. Feeling much better than I did yesterday, but still not fully adjusted to the new time zone. I put on shorts and a t shirt and walked out into the kitchen. John was sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper.

“He’s alive,” he joked

“More or less. Yesterday really took it out of me, but I’m still a bit jet lagged, and the time zone shift still feels weird.”

“We’ll take it easy today, hang out here and get you settled in. There’s coffee in the pot and fruit and yogurt in the fridge. Feel free to help yourself.”

I made myself a bowl of yogurt with fruit and a cup of coffee and joined John at the table.

“Laura went into Sydney to run some errands. She’ll be back in a couple of hours.” John said. “In the meantime, we got the place to ourselves.”

We chit chatted for a bit about the local happenings in Australia and joked about the depressing, but funny parallels between Australian and American politics. After I finished breakfast, I cleaned my mug and bowl and sat back down at the table.

“I hope we didn’t keep you up last night,” John said, referencing the noises I heard through the wall the night before.

“Only a little, but I was fine with it,” I said with a smile.

“Do you want to see what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“We made a little video. Consider it a welcome present. Do you want to watch it?”

Trying not to sound over-eager, “Sure.”

John got up and walked to the living room and I followed. The laptop was already plugged into the TV. Clearly, this had been planned. Thinking about how excited he was to show me made me more excited to watch. He started the video and sat on the opposite end of the couch from me. The shot was static; a camera mounted on a tripod at the base of the bed. Laura was lying on the bed wearing a pink nightie. A flash of her lacy black panties peeked out tantalizingly from between her legs. On screen, I saw John walk out from behind the camera and lay on the bed next to her. He kissed her while his hands began exploring her body. They were on their sides, facing each other now. John pulled up her nightie, revealing her ass. The panties framed it perfectly. Small enough to make her ass look like it would explode out, but without digging in and pinching it. His hand followed the curve of her hips and ass, then found its way to her crotch. He rubbed his hand over the soft fabric covering her pussy. She subtly spread her thick milky thighs and moaned. On screen, I could see John’s erection growing in his briefs and a wet spot forming on the front of them.

I glanced over to John on the couch and saw a similar sight. A bulge was growing in his pants. He pretended to ignore it, but I could tell how turned on watching the tape with me was making him. I could feel my own erection swelling in my pants. I pretended to be adjusting my seat while I applied pressure to my cock through my shorts. The feeling was heavenly.

On screen, John helped Laura remove her nightie. She was now only wearing the lacy black panties. He began to play with her tits, sucking on one while he massaged the other nipple with his hand. He pressed his cock into her. Their bodies seeming so desperate to consummate the act they forgot to remove the thin layers of fabric separating them.

I looked over at John again. His hand was now clearly over his cock. He was applying pressure and rubbing rhythmically, transfixed by his actions the night before now displayed on screen. I followed his lead and began to rub myself through my pants, no longer worrying about the pretext of pretending to adjust my seat.

In the video, Laura was now sucking John’s cock. He was seated, up against the headboard while her ass was pointed directly toward the camera. She still wore the black panties which hugged her ass perfectly. I couldn’t see John’s cock, but movement of the back of Laura’s head and the eyes closed pleasure on John’s face made my imagination run wild.

John got up and walked towards the kitchen. As he passed in front of me, the bulge in his pants was unmistakable. I was transfixed by his erection, so much so I didn’t see him staring equally as hungrily at mine. I heard bottles opening and ice clattering coming from the kitchen. I didn’t pay much attention as I couldn’t peel my eyes from the screen. John was removing Laura’s black panties and getting ready to go down on her. They angled themselves so the camera could get the best view of the action. As John’s tongue began to work on her slit, I watch the deep and ragged breaths and moans heaved Laura’s soft breasts up and down.

I was rubbing my cock through my pants and squirming with pleasure and anticipation as John returned from the kitchen. He set my drink on the end table next to me and sat on the couch, this time much closer to me. I stopped rubbing myself, a bit embarrassed to have been walked in on in such a şırnak escort bayan state of single-minded self-pleasure. I reached for the drink on the table next to me. The ice rattled a bit in the cup, my hand was shaking with anticipation. I took a sip and as I went to put the cup back, I spilled a bit on my shorts. John and I both looked at the wet spot on my pants. I couldn’t tell how much of the wetness was caused by the drink and how much was caused by the pre-cum leaking through my shorts. John reached over and placed his hand on the wet spot on my shorts, right on top of my throbbing cock. He began to rub it slowly and softly.

“We can’t have you wearing wet shorts.” He said, almost matter-of-factly. Although he tried to suppress it, I could hear an edge of sexual excitement in his calm words.

He continued to rub my cock. He gripped it tighter and started to rub a bit harder. My own hand felt its way across the couch, onto his thigh, then onto his erect cock. The bulge felt huge in my hand. I began to rub it, softly and slowly. I could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. After a moment he stopped and stood taking off his pants and shirt. I followed suit. We both stood there, admiring each other’s naked bodies. He reached over and began stroking my cock and I returned the favor. The combined feeling of my cock in his hand and his in mine was sending me to the edge. He must have sense I was on the verge of orgasm because he suddenly let go.

“Wait here,” he said. I loosened my grip on his cock and let it slide out of my hand as he walked away.

I sat back down on the couch and turned my attention to the screen. John was now fucking Laura from behind. Her arms were out in front of her, her face against the bed and her ass was in the air. At some point while John and I were enjoying each other she had put her panties back on. John rhythmically pumped in and out, fucking her with her panties pushed off to the side. Laura’s ass greedily ate up every inch of his impressive cock. I sat on the couch and stroked myself trying to keep the same rhythm as my hosts on screen. John returned with something in his hand. He held them out for me and I realized they were Laura’s panties from the night before, still covered in the fluids from their love making session. I took them, held them to my face and inhaled deeply. The smell of their sex was intoxicating. John sat down next to me, his thigh pressing into mine. I handed the panties back to him and he smelled them the same way I had. Then he took them in his hand and began using them to stroke me. The feeling of the soft fabric and his strong grip ensured I didn’t last long. I came hard. He used the panties to catch every drop of cum, soaking them and adding my cum to the already filthy panties. As I came, I wrapped my hand around his cock. I began to stroke him I used my free hand to take the panties from him and repeated his actions. I made sure to coat his cock with my cum. The sticky, white substance covered him from base to head. He moaned with pleasure as I stroked. He didn’t last long either. He came forcefully. I used the panties to clean up what I could from his cock. They were absolutely soaked now. We sat there a moment, radiating in our post orgasm bliss.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I said. I returned my attention to the TV where I could still here the moans of pleasure I had heard the night before.

“You’re telling me,” John said.

I looked down at his cock and could see it was already hardening again. It was covered in a mixture of both our cum. The sight quickly made me hard again. As John was watching the screen I got on my knees between his legs. He spread his legs, presenting his cock to me. I took it gingerly in my hands and stroked it several times, getting his cock back to a full erection. Then I started at the base of his shaft and licked him thoroughly, greedily lapping every drop of our combined cum that still stuck to him. When I had ensured his cock was cleaned, I began to suck him. I swirled my tongue around his head and worked his balls with my hand. I sucked up and down his cock trying to fit as much of his impressive member as I could in my mouth. I could hear his breathing getting ragged. My own cock was fully erect at the thought of the pleasure I was giving him. I couldn’t resist stroking myself as I sucked his dick. I could tell he was getting close. He squirmed a bit in his seat and tried to hold back his moans of pleasure. I intensified my effort, leaving my own cock alone and using both hands and my mouth to bring him to release. Finally, he shot his load into my mouth. I tried to keep it all in, but some trickled out around his cock. I continued to suck him, my spit and his cum mixing and covering his shaft as his prick spasmed. Finally, he pushed my shoulders away from him, signaling to me to stop.

“My turn,” he said, simply.

I got up on the couch and he got down on his knees. My cock was already escort şırnak wet, but he let a big ball of spit fall from his mouth onto my cock. He used his hand to rub it in, covering my cock with his spit. He stroked my shaft for a bit, then took it in his mouth. He worked his tongue expertly. He knew exactly how to swirl it, how to time his mouth and his hands. He masterfully played with my balls while his mouth worked the head.

As he sucked me, I watched the action on screen. Laura was on top now. Her ass bouncing up and down on his cock. Every time she came down, the force of the slap would ripple throughout her body, and her ass would shake divinely. Her moans were mounting as she approached orgasm, becoming higher pitched and louder. She began to pump desperately on John’s cock. With one final push, she slammed all the way down, shuddered and collapsed onto his chest, her body shaking with pleasure.

The sight of Laura coming on screen and John’s expert technique were too much for me. I came again. My eyes rolled back in my head as I shot my load down John’s waiting throat. I eagerly gobbled every drop, his practiced mouth not losing anything as I had earlier. He bobbed his head up and down my cock several more times, being sure to gobble every drop, then got up and sat next to me on the couch. We were both exhausted, as were the John and Laura on screen. We lazily played with each other’s semi erect dicks as we watched the end of the video. Laura lay on the bed, legs splayed, panties still pulled off to the side exposing her pussy, still leaking cum. Her inner thighs were shiny and soaked with fluid. John got out of the bed walked towards the camera, disappeared behind it, and the screen went black.

We were still seated there, hands on each other’s cocks and black panties soaked with our cum off to the side when Laura came home. She opened the door and walked in, then stopped, staring at the scene in front of her.

“You little fuck,” she said to John. “You told me you’d wait for me.”

“Sorry,” John said, feigning sheepishness.

“I’m going to have to punish you for this,”

“Oh noooooo,” John said.

I could feel his erection returning in my hand. He was clearly excited about whatever punishment was coming.

Laura walked over to the couch and grabbed the panties we had been playing with.

“I see you got my panties ready for me,” she said. Her voice was dripping with a seductive honey.

She stood in front of us and held up the panties, still wet with our cum. After holding them up for us to admire, she bent over so her breasts were nearly falling out of her braless blouse and her skirt hung in front of her. She slid off the panties she was wearing, stepped out of them, and put the dirty ones on and stood up, all in a way that ensured the only thing we saw was her breasts in her blouse and the middle of her thighs.

“I’m going to change into something more comfortable,” she said, then left the room allowing our imaginations to run wild.

John stood up, got the panties she had left on the floor, and returned to the couch. We took turns sniffing them and rubbing them against each other’s cocks as we had earlier. These were a simple soft cotton variety, but the smell of her musk after a day of errands in the hot Australian sun made them just as alluring as the black lacy pair we had been playing with earlier.

After a bit, Laura returned. She was wearing a skirt that did nearly nothing to hide her big round ass. It was so short even a bit of her crotch peaked out when viewed from the right angle. Her top was just as revealing. A blouse, hanging loosely with only one button done in the middle, allowing us a fantastic view of her breasts and stomach. She stood in the middle of the room in front of us and watched us play with her panties for a moment

“Now boys, you started without me, so I need to get caught up. I need you to turn me on as much as you can, but as punishment, you can’t touch me. You need to put on a show.”

We both nodded eagerly in agreement. She walked to the kitchen got a chair and put it in the center of the room.

“Take center stage” she said.

We got up and she took our spot on the couch. John sat in the chair and I stood next to him unsure of what to do. Being in the center of the room with an audience got my nerves up. It felt naughtier and more erotic to be performing for someone else. After a brief hesitation I got to my knees and began to blow John. I moved slowly, licking each part of him wanting to impress Laura. As I stroked and licked him, I glanced back at Laura. She was sitting on the couch, legs spread teasing her pussy. I could see the cum stains we had left on her panties and started to get even more excited. I returned my attention to John and took his cock in my mouth. Doing my best to imitate the expert moves he had practiced on me earlier. He was putting on a show to. Spreading his legs squirming as he used his big hands on the back of my head to guide me. I could feel his breath speed up and his cock began to twitch as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I didn’t want to end the fun too early, so I stopped short of making him cum. John started to stand up, evidently to change positions, but I stopped him. I wanted to put on a show.

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This is part sixteen of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

After Ezekiel and I had spent an amazing Friday night together – a surprise for me as he came unannounced that afternoon – I had another fun Saturday with my “sire,” as I’d come to call him.

Blaise had introduced me to the joys of a man’s touch, the camaraderie of the cock, so to speak. We had a special bond. We knew each other in ways few others could imagine. Sometimes I could think of him at any time of day and immediately taste his skin or even his cum on my salivating tongue.

That particular Saturday I craved Blaise’s skinny cock in my ass for personal reasons and because I had a show that night that would include an anal component and I hadn’t been stretching as much as I used to. We hadn’t done any anal love-making in a few weeks. And, my new infatuation, Ezekiel, wasn’t interested in anal. That night would be my first self-suck show for a couple months and one of my double-ended dildos played an important part in the show. I needed some stretching and rehearsal.

“I want you to tie me down,” I told Blaise, naked and nearly already hard in his living room. “Let’s try a little bondage.”

I pulled a dining room chair to the center of the room and bent over the back of it at my waist. I directed him to tie my wrists to the front legs and my ankles to back. I’d brought some cloth ribbon as we didn’t have rope.

“Wait,” I stopped. “I almost forgot.”

I grabbed the leather collar that was part of my leather show costume.

“When I have this on,” I said, “I’m your slave. Address me as ‘Slave.’ Order me to do anything you wish. I’m yours to command.”

He was a little stunned.

“I know you’ve been interested in dominance and bondage for a while,” I said. “Let’s give it a try.

“Fuck me deep and hard! Force me! Remember, I’m your slave! Rape me!”

For some reason I wanted to be controlled, owned, forced. And, I knew Blaise wanted to try it, too.

Without a word he bent down to tie me as I’d directed him. In that instant I wasn’t sure which of us was the master and which the slave.

The next thing I felt was a generous slathering of cold lube on my displayed asshole. Blaise quickly began rubbing his not-yet hard cock up and down my spread crack. My own cock was growing rapidly.

He didn’t tie me very tightly. I could have pulled free with the slightest movement. But, I didn’t dare move. I gripped the legs of that chair as if holding on for my life. That is, until I finally felt his hard, thin meat piercing my sphincter. Once I felt him moving into me, I pushed back against his hips and thighs as much as I could in my current position.

Now that he realized what I wanted, Blaise began rocking into me deeper and faster. I held the chair legs tightly, grunting loudly as he forced himself on me. As his thin cock stretched me wider, his balls banged against my taint and swelling balls. The sensation caused my own dick to continue growing, pushing against the back of the chair.

“Harder, Master! Please!” I begged — or demanded.

He had my hips in a death grip as he pulled me back to meet his groin so hard I felt his hip bones against my ass cheeks. We both grunted and gasped as his cum exploded into me. Experience told me when he had shot his final wad and I immediately pulled free of the chair and away from him feeling his still hard cock pop out of my wet, cummy asshole.

I spun around and pushed him down and pulled off the collar.

“Suck me now!” Now I was the master and Blaise the slave.

My cock was against his throat in a second and he wasted no time giving me his tightest, wettest swallowing motion. I clawed a handful of his hair and gasped loudly. My stomach clenched and I felt my loosened sphincter spasm.

Blaise’s warm cum ran down my thigh as my own blasted into his throat. I thrust my hips against his face, holding his head tight against my flaming pubic hair. I fucked his eager face until I was empty and breathless.

After he licked my cock clean, keeping me jumping and gasping the entire time, I realized there was a small puddle beneath us. My slave had cum again while he was pleasuring his master.

As we stepped into a hot shower together Blaise pulled me tight.

“That was amazing!” he panted still breathing heavily. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“I thought you might,” I said. “But, I didn’t think you were ready to ask me for it. So, I stepped up — or, bent over — or something.”

“That collar thing is genius,” he said. “Keep that. Let’s keep that going.”

We had one of our long, slow showers together to clean up and relax into each other. When we finally stepped out of the shower in the master bath, even the bedroom was steamy. We barely bothered with drying off and just fell into bed together for a long naked nap in each other’s arms.

A malatya escort few hours later, Blaise warmed up the crowd at the Lodge as I waited in the back of the room in my blue pants and tank. I could still feel the looseness he induced earlier.

I noticed Ezekiel in the audience as I walked through the room to the stage. He was on the aisle and I made sure to stroke his shoulder as I passed him.

It was the first time he would see my self-suck show. So, I made sure to make it as hot as I could.

Almost as soon as Blaise pushed my blue double-ended dildo into my waiting asshole, I felt the familiar contractions and rise of fluid through my balls and cock. My mind was fixed at once on Blaise’s dick sliding in and out of my ass, hot and wet, filling me with his pale semen, and on Ezekiel’s cock choking my throat spewing thick, sticky cum into my throat.

The sensations – of the dildo in my ass and my own cock in my mouth, combined with the memories and fantasies of my lovers’ cocks and cum inside me caused an explosion I’d never created in myself before. I came as hard into my own mouth as I’d ever cum in Blaise’s or Ezekiel’s waiting lips. It was so intense I almost forgot to finish on my face, giving myself a hot, sticky facial for my boys.

I was hot, spent and worn out by the time Blaise pulled my long dildo from my ass and I rolled over onto my knees to rise for my audience. Cum dripped from my face. My back was a little sore. My cock was limp and dripping with the cum that still oozed from the wrinkling head and the saliva I’d left on it. The 50 or more men in the packed room were on their feet applauding and yelling. I later found out that almost half of them had never seen me suck my own cock while Blaise fucked my ass with a dildo.

I spent a lot of time mingling through the crowd after the show. Tips were filling my thong as usual. I chose to finish the night in just my thong and matching tank. Something told me to let my admirers see how much I leaked semen after the show. More than one hand squeezed either my bare ass or barely covered limp and still leaking cock. I saw some lick their fingers after touching my spent cock. Even through the spandex thong they were getting a taste of my nectar. Many of my boys commented on how hot the show was that night. A couple of the regulars who had seen it before said it seemed more intense than usual. I knew exactly why. Blaise also whispered that he knew why, as well.

Eventually, I found Ezekiel and hugged him. I thrilled a little as his hand found my right ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. He sat beside me on the couch with Blaise and we talked the rest of the night. They got along well and I could tell Blaise was impressed by him.

Finally, the last few people said their goodbyes and only the three of us remained. Blaise started to clean up as Ezekiel and I continued talking.

“Don’t worry about that, B,” I said. “I’ll clean up tomorrow.”

“Would it be OK to come over and workout again tomorrow?” Ezekiel asked.

“Of course,” I said. “The same time or earlier if you like.”

“Well, if you’re going to take care of this tomorrow,” Blaise started, “why don’t I just head home?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” I said.

“No,” he said, leaning in for a hug. “Why don’t you see if he’ll stay? Have some fun.”

“Are you sure?” I asked as he pulled back.

“We never spend Sundays together, anyway,” he said. “Go for it.”

“Do you need to leave right away?” I asked Ezekiel as I closed the door behind Blaise. “Do you want to hang out for a while and have another drink?”

“I guess, ” Ezekiel said. “Do you need to –?”

“No. I’d just have to come back home as soon as I got up, anyway,” I explained.

“Blaise spends Sundays with his mother and brother.”

“Can I ask a personal question?” he asked, picking up bottles and napkins.

“Well, of course,” I said. “I don’t think I have any secrets from you.”

“How do you two handle your shows and especially private shows and letting other men do stuff?” he asked. “I mean, if you’re a couple, how does that work? How does he feel about us?”

“Technically, we’re just best friends with extreme benefits,” I said as we walked into the kitchen, hands filled with trash. “Blaise sees the shows, letting men watch me, even letting them touch me, as a form of fun and entertainment. In fact, this was all his idea in the first place and the first few shows were just for his friends.”

Ezekiel raised his eyebrows at that.

“He likes the way they look at him and respect him for having me. I’m kind of a trophy,” I continued leaning against the kitchen counter. “I mean, I was 25 and had never been with another man before I met him. I guess, that’s a pretty good feather in his cap among his 40- and 50-something friends. It turns him on to know that all these men are lusting after me. And, even the ones I let touch me are only getting that; there’s no emotional connection. It’s just sex.

“But, I think it really malatya escort bayan turns him on to see me with other men and to hear about what I do with them when he isn’t there. I usually tell him everything I do in private shows. And, afterward, he’s pretty charged up. We have a pretty good time after I tell him my dirty adventures.”

“I can imagine,” Ezekiel said. “Watching you is pretty arousing.”

His eyes traveled down and back up my nearly nude body. I still was wearing only my blue thong and tank. I took that opportunity to pull the tank over my head.

“But, since you asked,” I continued, standing inches from him in nothing but a thong. “He and I did talk about this just yesterday. Apparently, Blaise has been thinking a lot about it.”

“He said he thinks I need someone like you, someone closer to my own age with similar interests and a similar experience level.”

“You and I do not have a similar experience level,” Ezekiel said.

“In a way, we do,” I argued. “I’ve only been with a man for just over a year. Yes, I might have done a lot more as far as ‘activities’ go. But, I’m still in a very uncertain, questioning area, not knowing how I really feel or fit in to the whole gay spectrum.”

“You might have less practical experience. But you’ve been in the ‘life’ for four years now,” I continued. “You have some time-served in it that I don’t have, especially concerning worrying about people finding out.”

“I guess so.”

“Anyway, Blaise said our relationship is more like a teacher-student thing or even father-son,” I continued. “Which has its own uniqueness. I need someone my age to explore with. I shouldn’t have a daddy all the time. And, he doesn’t mind sharing me if he knows it’s good for me. He wants me to be happy. But, he also knows that I have feelings for him and will protect those feelings and my relationship with him no matter how far off I go.”

“Wow. That’s kind of beautiful,” Ezekiel said.

“To be fair, I also don’t feel like I have a claim on him,” I said. “If he felt the need to spend time with someone his own age, I’d be fine with that and even encourage it.

“He also said he thinks you’re a great guy,” I continued, a hand suddenly on his hip as he stood before me. “He thinks we’ll be good together and good for each other. I definitely agree with that one.”

“So, we have his blessing to see where this goes?” he asked.

“And mine,” I said, pulling my dark lover closer. “I want to take this as far as we can. I’m loving every minute with you!

“Now, let’s see how far removed I can get you from these clothes.”

Our lips met hungrily in my kitchen. I forced my hands down the back of his jeans to squeeze his firm, round ass. His tongue pushed deeply into my mouth.

Ezekiel’s hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. I switched from ass-squeezing to belt loosening. Our lips never parted. It took me a while to get used to kissing a man with Blaise. But, now, I couldn’t keep my mouth off of my new friend.

In minutes all four of our hands roamed all over our bodies on the couch as we kissed so passionately that saliva was dripping from our chins. My thong was pushed to the floor as my cock grew out of it.

I pulled away just long enough to suggest the bedroom. I wanted our cocks in close contact as soon as possible.

I sat up on my bed and had him face me.

“Jack off for me,” I said. “I want to watch you.”

“I’ve never – done that for anyone –.”

He was obviously reticent, nervous.

“It’s OK,” I assured him. “I’ll do it with you. Just look in my eyes or watch my hand stroke my own cock. Don’t think about what you’re doing to yourself. Think about what I’m doing.”

We both began stroking ourselves sitting staring at the other man’s hand and cock. Just seeing him rub himself was making me throb. His chocolate hand sliding up and down on his stiff midnight rod had my own cock pulsing hard in minutes.

I leaned down and dribbled some spit on his black cock head and then on my own.

I had my free hand on his nearest thigh rubbing up and down.

I moved slowly, savoring every sensation. Ezekiel seemed to be speeding up.

“Slow down,” I commanded. “Make it last. Don’t try to finish. Just let me watch you stroke yourself. I promise I’ll take care of you in a minute.”

He slowed down and rubbed himself lightly, slowly. He moaned quietly and his eyes closed. I know he wanted to watch me as much as I wanted to watch him. But, he simply couldn’t help himself. He had such a short trigger, I decided to change my plan.

“Look at me,” I said. “Just look me in the eye.”

He complied with my orders. In a few seconds our strokes were synchronized, our eyes locked. It was almost as if we were jacking each other.

The net effect was that he lasted a couple minutes longer and I didn’t last as long as usual.

As my own cock and balls began throbbing, I knew his must also be aching to explode. My breathing was heavy, but manageable. Ezekiel escort malatya also was breathing heavily, but not wildly so.

Just as my eyes began to close without my control, I noticed his were squinted tight. I leaned in and our lips met. My free hand instinctively replaced his stroking his dark meat. A second later both our cocks exploded together, spraying cum on our stomachs and my hands. We were so close that his sperm hit my body and mine landed on his.

We kissed and I continued stroking both our cocks until our breathing slowed and our balls were empty. I pulled back and licked his cum from my hand. As one, we dropped into a 69 position and began cleaning each other from balls to chest.

After a quick shower together, we made our way to the couch and spent another hour or so trading our abbreviated life stories and how we ended up naked on a couch together.

Since he’s a teacher, Ezekiel explained, he has to be discreet. While we both had known homosexual and lesbian teachers in our high schools, it was always a matter of “don’t-ask-don’t-tell.” They couldn’t be open about their love interests or lifestyles. But, as long as they kept it to themselves, no one cared.

He told me he always found himself watching the other boys as he was growing up more than the girls. But, it never manifested in a sexual way. They never turned him on. He’d had a couple girlfriends and even fantasized about them when he jacked off.

Homosexuality hadn’t occurred to him at all until some time near the end of his second year of college when his roommate came on to him and talked him into playing one night. Though not openly gay, the roommate had noticed Ezekiel watching him and other boys on more than one occasion.

“Y’know, once we actually touched and kissed and his hand was on my dick,” he admitted, “it just felt right, like I found where I belonged.”

I told him how Blaise and I got together, but that I still considered myself bisexual.

“I still have to be discreet, too,” I said. “Or, really, in the closet in a sense. People at work know Blaise and I spend a lot of time together. We go to lunch together nearly every day. But, that’s about it.

“I think they know about him, though he’s never been really open about it. More don’t-ask-don’t-tell. But, I’m not sure how they would react to my being more open. In some ways, I represent the paper to the public. I’m always out in public taking pictures, telling people who I am. A lot of people around here might have a problem with a man who spends time in the company of other men.”

“I can tell you you don’t present as anything close to gay,” Ezekiel said. “But, how do you handle your shows? Aren’t you worried the wrong people are going to find out?”

“Of course, I have to keep my shows as quiet as possible,” I said. “I mean, I don’t have any kind of permit for this. And, most of what I do is illegal, anyway. I mean, it’s essentially a live sex show. That’s one reason we consider the money I get a ‘donation’ or ‘gift.’ It’s also part of the reason I moved out here. It’s quiet. The closest occupied house is more than a half-mile away. And, we’re outside the city limits, so there are fewer laws against the immoral and unnatural nature of my performances.

“In a perfect world, every property on this road would be owned by me, Blaise, or a member of my audience just to be sure no one complained about the traffic or potential noise. But, that’s also why I built the fence around the backyard. I can have all the privacy I want. And, I can park all the cars back there. So, that doesn’t draw unwanted attention.”

“This is a really nice place,” Ezekiel said. “I mean, it’s a great house for a single guy and it’s very secluded.”

“It’s really pretty great out here,” I said. “I really like it. And, you haven’t seen the best part. There’s a pond out back that’s part of the property. And, back in the summer I had a deck built out there for entertaining. It’s great. I love it out there. When it was warm enough I went swimming as often as I could. And, since it’s mine, and completely private, it’s clothing optional.”

“So, maybe it’s none of my business,” Ezekiel said slowly, “but, I’ve heard some of the men talk about you like you’re straight? And, you just said you’re bisexual. I don’t really get it.

“I mean, what you do to me and what I do to you …. I mean, you’re too good not to be full-on gay. I mean, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

“You don’t seem gay at all,” he said. “But, damn if you don’t fuck and suck like you’re the gayest man I ever met!”

“I really am more bisexual,” I explained. “I can’t really say that I’m homosexual. I really still like women and the female body. I mean, I can look at a woman and get going. I can’t do that with a man. Most of the time when I jack off in the shower, I’m thinking about a girl I work with, to be honest.

“I can’t explain it. I still find women more sexually attractive than men. In fact, until very recently, I really wasn’t attracted to the male body at all. I couldn’t just look at a guy, no matter how attractive, and think about doing him.”

“Even Blaise,” I continued. “In spite of our emotional attachment, I’m not really attracted to him. The sex is physically great. I even crave his dick sometimes. But, I don’t see him as sexy any more than any other man.

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We did finally do that clothes shopping the next day, after Larry put me on my knees and fucked my face as he sat on the bed, filling my stomach with his cum. As I was browsing through the men’s department though, Uncle Larry was isles over, looking at skirts and frilly lingerie. I was looking for slacks, a white shirt, and a tie to look like a real salesman. Uncle Larry came back with a pink camisole and a mini skirt with black lace and black sheer nylons.

“Larry, I need clothes to work!”

“These are for my work.” He said leaning in. “When I work that sweet boy pussy of yours.” He said that last bit louder than I liked. He smacked my ass there in the Walmart. “Go try it on. I want everything fitting tight.”

I tried them on, but he kept handing me more things over the door. A girl’s one-piece swimsuit, pink T-shirts and lots of panties. I did leave the store with the shirt and tie, but a bag full of young women’s clothes and candy apple lipstick as well.

I got dropped off at the motel. Larry said he had to make some contacts and today I would be in the way. I really wanted to learn, but I was told to try out my new outfits and be pretty when he got back. I liked the panties, especially the silky ones, but the girl’s swimsuit was the best. The way it fit tight and pressed my dick and balls to me, my whole body felt hugged. I rubbed over the little bulge through the tight lycra. It made my cockhead tingle. Looking backward in the hotel mirror, I could see my mother’s ass, just as Uncle Larry said. It was tight and small but it had a roundness that came straight out, not from the hips. But from the back. I moved it back and forth, watching it in the tight material of the swimsuit. I bent low and put my head between my legs to see what it looked like all ready to be fucked, but the mirror was too high to glimpse my reflection.

I stroked my dick through the tight material, getting me hard. Still bent over I wiggled my ass as if someone were there. Even pushing back at an invisible cock. My little tool pressed to my belly, I rubbed it quicker as I thought of being caught and taken like this. One hand on the motel counter. I looked at my face in the mirror. My mouth open and panting as I tried to get my fingers inside the hip band to jack my rod. I didn’t mind it being tight in there, it made the bottom go up in my ass crack, and press at my sphincter.

I didn’t think of Larry, but my friend Jake when we sucked each other off just months ago. I wish I would have given him my ass that day but we didn’t know anything, he and I. My fingers ran down my prick, pulling at the head. I thought of Jake’s young hard body and remembered the feeling of his cock in my mouth. The fat end of his circumcised dick and I wondered now what it would have been like pushing into my ass.

“Ooohhhh, Jake,” and I came all in my new swimsuit and over my hand. The hot sticky cum making a mess of me. I had to peel it off and change

It was late in the maraş escort day when Larry finally came bursting into the room. I had fallen asleep on the bed in just new pink panties and a white tank top. I was still clearing my head when my uncle was grabbing me and talking fast.

“You gotta help me, kid.” he began shaking my shoulders a bit for emphasis. “Uncle Larry’s in a bind!”

I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes and hadn’t noticed the thick black man in the doorway. Larry dropped down to one knee to be at eye level. “I need a favor. I owe this guy money and I ain’t got it, but he’ll take it in trade or beat my ass.

Finally, I noticed the tubby but tall black thug as he strolled into the room and slammed the door behind him. “I ain’t got no money!” I reminded him.

“I know.” Uncle Larry smiled at me, “but you got that sexy mouth.”

I grabbed a pillow and held it tight protectively in front of me. What was he getting me into?I thought. “I don’t want to.” I protested with a little fear.

“You got to.” He was pleading. “I’ll be right here.” He lifted my chin with outstretched fingers. “He just wants head, baby.”

“Just a blowjob?”

Larry smiled when he realized I’d do it. “As soon as you suck his load, he’s gone.” He assured me.

“OK” I put the pillow aside and got my feet on the floor, sitting up to meet our “guest”. He was dark and older, going to fat, but he looked mean like he was no one to mess with still. He was chewing on a toothpick, looking me up and down.

“Man, you said you had a hot little she thang up in here!” He was aggravated at Larry. “That just looks like a punk in some panties!” looking at me with disappointment now, “Larry, I oughta still beat your ass!”

“Dwayne, Dwayne” Larry tried to calm him down. “He’s so sweet and new. Other than me that pussy boy is virgin.”

“Other than you, don’t make it virgin, does it?!” Dwayne shot back but was still looking at me and getting closer. “Can the twink suck dick?” And his hands were opening his pants.

Larry smiled, “Like he’s starving.”

The thick black man dropped his pants to his knees and reaching for my head, pulled my face to his cock. “Open, Bitch.”

All I saw was dark skin and thick cock. It hung down and seemed about 7 inches soft. With one hand I lifted its heavy girth and gave an open mouth kiss to its sheath-covered head. I felt his fingers in my hair now, just holding me there. I began to lick it and kiss it, then ran my lips down its thick shaft. I could feel it pulsing and growing. My hand moved down to the base of the shaft. My fingers couldn’t get all the way around it. I held it up as I moved my lips and tongue down the side of the rod and then back up the bottom to tickle my tongue across its swelling head.

“Yeah, bitch” was the encouragement I got for my efforts.

I finally took the half-covered head into my mouth and sucked on his gland.

“Mmm, biiittch”

I maraş escort bayan smiled inside on that third use of the word and slowly took more shaft into my mouth. My hand gently pumped the base as I swirled my head down his cock and back up to the tip. My left hand cupped his big heavy balls and gently pressed them to his body as I worked my first black dick.

Now his fingers in my hair did more than grip but matched my rhythm, pulling my face down his now full 9 inches and trying to make me go further than I could go. That thick head kept hitting my throat and he tried to push it deeper. The head was actually smaller than the rod. I just had to relax and I could maybe throat it. But each time I tried, he shoved and I got scared. My mouth was drooling as he face-fucked me both of us moving and meeting together. His cock rigid and full now, and my spit dripping down to my hand, I pumped him in my fist and worked my mouth over just the head. Teasing it and tickling it. Sucking it hard as I moved it in and out. That seemed to satisfy him… but I was wrong.

He yanked me off his dick, my head dangling from his hand as I gasped for breath. Spit dripping from his dark turgid tool AND down my chin. “I’m taking your bitches ass”, it wasn’t a question, but a fact. Dwayne pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my hips to pull my ass to the edge. My legs were on his shoulders and my rump lifted off the bed as he lined up that monster cock along my crack.

“No, please. You’re too big!” I pleaded, but he just balled me up as he pressed my knees towards my shoulders. I felt a smear of K-Y go across my hole. Thank God for that, because next there was a black man’s cock head at my little hole. He held me down with his body, but his feet were still on the floor, he let gravity ease his dick into me. His big body covered mine and I was trapped beneath and all I could do was take it. I felt the small head tip open my little sphincter, spreading it more as the fat missile followed. My ass stretched slowly as this giant pushed into me. He wasn’t rough, but slow and methodical. He heard none of my cries or pleading, just slowly letting his cock sink into my ass.

I don’t know where Uncle Larry was. My eyes were shut tight as I truly became this black man’s bitch. My arms over my chest with hands balled under my chin, all I could do to protect myself, but he was gentle. My asshole burned from the stretching, much like when Uncle Larry first fucked me. My knees were nearly to my ears and his dick was fully in me. I could feel those balls resting on my flesh. I just lay there until he started to pump. I gave an audible gasp as he began fucking.

“Yeah, that’s a good bitch” He grunted in my ear.

I responded by relaxing my arms and letting them slide along his sides and over his back to pull myself tighter to him. He fucked me slow. Moving that massive body over me. We seemed glued together, with his dick escort maraş only moving back and forth a few inches, but the bed was creaking its song, groaning springs, and moaning bed slats as he pushed and pulled into my boy pussy. It still hurt, it still burned, but beneath him, I moaned.

He chuckled and probably smiled, but I don’t know. “Good bitch” was my answer as he picked up the pace and pulled in and out further. Each stroke felt it would pull my asshole out, only to be shoved back in by his fat staff. Still, the pace wasn’t furious. It was easy and methodical as he fucked my hole. I could feel his big hands on my ass, lifting it higher. The bed creaked more and louder, but he wasn’t bucking like Larry had done. And I was moaning like a true whore beneath him. This older black thug was loving my ass, riding it, fucking it like he owned it, and right then, he DID.

He got off his elbows and up on his hands. He stared down at me for a moment and then truly started pummeling me. Now he FUCKED my sissy ass. Plowing his monster cock into my stretched-out hole. I used my own hands to pull my knees back as he used his to hold him upright, Slam fucking me, pounding my boy cunt with his hard black dick. His face was sweating and he looked like this was really exerting him, but he kept ramming, throwing that dick into me. Our bodies truly smacking now as he rampaged into my ass. My own cock twitched and pulsed, but as he dumped his powerful load into me, I didn’t cum. I wish I could say I did. That as his juice washed into my ass and his head jammed across my prostate, I came buckets out my own little dick, but I didn’t. Instead, as he came inside me I felt a wash come all over my body. I felt every nerve tingling and all my hairs stand on end. I felt my lungs gulp air as he did over me. I felt my ass muscles spasm over his twitching cock, locking us together for a few moments in time.

It kind of sounds romantic, but what it was, I was fully owned, fully used to my purpose, and felt fulfilled as he pulled his softening cock from my now gaped ass with a “plop”. He pulled his pants up, and maybe He and Larry talked. I don’t know. I lay there shivering in my own little world. My body electrified and my mind somewhere else. Somewhere I would later learn was sub-space. But that’s another story.

My asshole hurt for days, but my mind kept wandering back to that encounter. The way he mounted me and used me. The way he called me “Bitch”. I actually liked it. A bitch was a girl after all.

We moved from the sleazy motel to a still sleazy hotel. I dressed in my hot shorts all day and the pink tank top. At Larry’s insistence, I started shaving and using Nair. My butt and groin were bare and smooth. My legs were hairless and creamy. Youtube is amazing. I learned to put on makeup and how to stand and walk. That would take lots of practice.

When Larry would wake up, I would have to suck off his morning hard-on, more like noon Hard-on, but the same thing. He liked to try and push it down my throat and make me gag. But I was getting better at taking it deep. The knob would lodge into my airway, but I would hum right through it and bob all the harder. I learned if you push a man’s balls up to his base, you can control how deep he will go

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I started to chat with a guy I met online. He loved erotic wrestling and we had a common opponent. This guy said good things about both of us and we wanted to meet and have a match. The problem was he was 5’8″ 195 pounds. I was 6’1″ 240 pounds. I had never jobbed in a first to cum loses match before. I kept thinking I wanted to lose to this handsome wrestler and service him as the winner.

John and I agreed on my favorite type of match. Loser cums first. Holds used to immobilize, not to hurt. The winner would own the loser for three hours after the match. Winner got whatever they wanted. We arranged to meet at a hotel that Friday.

Just to remind you, I am 6’1″ 240 with a short neat beard and a 6 inch cut cock. John had a seven inch cut and thick cock. He was balding and blonde.

All day Friday I could not concentrate at work. I was semi hard all day thinking about how I was going to lose the match. I was so excited I had no chance of getting anything done. Finally it was time to head home and get ready for the match. I got home and took a long shower and had to resist getting myself off. We had agreed to no orgasms for 24 hours before our match. I put on a pair of light running shorts and a shirt and took off for the hotel.

John had sent me the room number and he met me with a big grin and a huge boner at the door. No sooner had I gotten in then he pushed me up against the door and grabbed my hair and pulled me down into a deep kiss while his had found my bulging cock and started to rub it. I groaned at the sneak attack and thought I might not need to job. I was close to orgasm already and tried to pull away put John had me pinned against the door and was really working my cock and switched from kissing me to working my neck with his mouth and tongue. I groaned and shivered. He backed away and laughed. “Steve, you are going to lose and be my Bitch boy”. I could not answer as I was trying to get control back.

John had moved the furniture manisa escort around and had brought some mats he put down. We both started to strip. I saw his cock was bobbing up and down and leaking pre cum. I was already soaked in pre cum and peeled off my shorts. We were naked and ready to start. I told myself to give it a good effort but that it would be a pleasure to lose to John.

We charged and struggled chest to chest, Our cocks met below and I felt an electric rush go through me. I let him push me onto my back and did not try too hard to keep him from trapping my arm with his leg and my other arm he had by my head and I let him lock me in. I was helpless and could not wait to see how he attacked me. John took his time. He started to lightly run his free hand over my tits. I was jumping around and he knew I was sensitive to this style attack. He started to scratch and massage my tits and I could not stop the groans and moans from escaping my mouth. It seemed like he worked my tits for an hour but I am sure it was just a couple of minutes. I was shaking and my cock was jumping and leaking. John then went for the win.

He surprised me with how quick he was. Of course I was somewhat distracted, LOL. He spun on me and covered me with his body. His legs over my head and his head in my crotch. He grabbed my hair and pulled me into a reverse head scissors. He held me securely without really hurting me. Then I felt it. He had sucked my cock into his mouth and it felt amazing. I was fighting off an orgasm almost immediately. All I could do was play with his ass and back as his cock was protected and out of my reach. John was as good at sucking a cock as any women or man I have been with. I was screaming in pleasure. I started to panic. I did not want to lose this quickly. John was destroying me. I was almost done when I decided I wanted to show John something. I heaved with all my strength and John flew off me and escort manisa I rolled away.

John got to his knees and laughed. “I almost had you”. “You won’t get that lucky again” He charged me. I was ready for him and this time I forced him onto his back. We fought for control and I finally got my legs around his waist with one arm trapped as well. I pulled John towards me so his cock came into range. “My turn asshole” I said to John.

I did not waste any time. I took his already slick cock in my hand and stated to jack him off. I used slow long strokes and started to beg him to cum for me. I needed to see his great cock cum. I was rewarded with a groan and picked up the speed of my hand work. In my sexual frenzy I had almost forgotten I wanted to lose to John. So I decided to switch holds so John could finish me.

I dived down to his groin and sucked his balls in my mouth. I started to work them with my tongue and mouth while slowly jacking John off. It was his turn to scream in pleasure. However I had positioned my cock in front of his face. John did not disappoint me. He started to frantically blow me. I groaned with John’s balls in my mouth. It felt so good I knew I would cum in a short time.

John felt that I was not working his cock anymore and spun so his body was away from me and he was still sucking my cock. Now I was finished. He was the best cock sucker ever. I was soon really close. To put on a good show I started to beg him not to make me cum. “Please I do not want to lose. Please stop. I can’t take much more.” That just put him into overdrive and I was going to lose. John decided to finish me in style.

John was going to make me cum. I was close. Then he rammed his middle finger deep into my ass. I screamed and before he could stoke his finger more than a couple of times I came. I screamed and fired my load down his throat. I came so hard I was dizzy. John sucked me until I had nothing manisa escort bayan left and my cock almost instantly started to deflate. I had lost. Now it was time to service John.

He screamed in victory and posed with his foot on my defeated cock. He made me pose for a picture like this. Then he grabbed my hair and brought me to me knees in front of him. His cock was bobbing and leaking. I went to suck his great looking cock and started working his shaft on every stroke. John tasted salty and he was quickly getting to the point of no return. I played with his ass and he groaned and came in my mouth. He had a massive load and some dripped down my chin. I kept sucking until I had gotten every drop out of him. John collapsed on the bed and told me to get my ass over to him.

We kissed for a minute and then John got up and got a condom. He got some lube and started to finger my ass and lube me up. It felt amazing. He got two fingers in me and I thought I would cum again. After he got me nice and lubed up he got behind me and rammed his cock deep into me. I screamed in pain and he started to fuck me hard. I was hurting but knew I had to take it. John was calling me a wimp and he smacked my ass while he fucked me. Slowly the pain subsided and it started to feel amazing. John could fuck. He knew he had me turned on and started to tell me that I was a good little Bitch. I started to hump his cock and John was close. I was banging John hard when he came inside me. It felt glorious. I wished he did not have a condom on so I could feel his cum in me, but safety first. John collapsed back on the bed and I was so horny I cannot describe it properly. I had to cum again.

I started to lick John’s cock again and he slowly got hard. I wanted him to suck me again so I got in the same position as in our match and we started to 69. God, he could suck cock. I was a shivering mess in seconds. I could not concentrate on sucking his cock. He deep throated me and I came. I have never felt a BJ like that one. Incredible.

John ended up unloading all over my face one more time before he had had enough. I never enjoyed losing a match more. We had a few other matches. I beat John in our next match. I may write about that one. Great guy and wonderful sexfighter.

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Fae’s Pov:

“I need you to be good.”

I need to be good.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

Cain’s coming back tonight.

“Be good for me.”

Be good.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

Cain’s coming back tonight.

“Be good.”

Be good. Be good. Be good.

And maybe Alpha will come back… for me.

The only thing my wolf allowed me to think about were Cain’s words. He was coming back and I had to be good. I had to obey Frank. I had to please Cain. I had to be good. I had to be perfect. If I was good, maybe Frank would allow me to spend a night with Cain again soon. If I was good, maybe Cain would save me. This was only a game, I was used to games. I just needed to behave and get everything right. Especially tonight. I had to be good. I had to obey. I needed to be-

“Get the fuck over here you little bitch!” Frank yelled and I hurried from my uncomfortable corner to kneel before his feet.

“Now,” he started with a twisted little grin before pushing my face up against his cock, forcing me to suck. “I know you’ve just had a vacation, only having to serve one alpha and all, but you better not fuck up tonight! Although I do miss punishing you.” He laughed, pulling back to slap my face with his hard member, leaving a string of pre cum across my cheek. “I need everyone in a good mood so I can get more money out of them. Don’t fuck this up for me.” He grinned evilly, pulling me up by my hair to show me his sleeve, where he’d hidden choice playing cards. “Cain won’t be winning tonight! I’m getting that other five grand he won back!”

“I’ll be good Master,” I answered numbly, vaguely hoping that Frank would lose, despite his intentions to cheat.

“Good boy,” Frank sneered, patting my head.

I stayed still, depite the fact that every part of me wanted to recoil at his touch and I couldn’t help but to compare how terrible it made me feel when my Master touched me, verses when Alpha would do the same.

I missed Alpha’s touch. It had only been hours but I was already craving him more than anyone and I hoped he’d let me service him in front of the others, despite his insecurities. I missed taking care of him and his needs. I missed bringing him pleasure and I missed being controlled by him and his cock.

A knock sounded at the door and I quickly rose to answer, hoping it would be Cain. Instead, I opened it to the face of a very tall, very beautiful, beta female. She had tattoos all over her exposed skin, of which there was much of, due to her her leather body suit and sharp, pointy, thigh high boots. She held a thick, black whip in her hand that I eyed warily. Whatever the pretty red head had planned for tonight, I feared.

The woman abruptly grabbed my face in her hands, roughly squeezing my cheeks as she studied me. “So pretty,” she sighed lustily as she wiped a bit of pre cum off my cheek, before feeding it to me. “I can see why he’d want to put you in a dress. You’re the most pathetic, girly, little, omega sissy that I’ve ever seen. How delicious. I can’t wait to step on your little cock.”

I flinched at her words.

Who was she? Who was the he she spoke of? Did she mean Cain? Had Cain told her about how we were intimate? She was so beautiful. Had Cain slept with her after I’d gone? Had she seen his pictures of me? Had they laughed at me together? She was such a pretty woman and a beta. She was higher ranking than me. She was better than me. She’d make Cain a perfect mate. It hurt to think about but I couldn’t stop the torrent of thoughts from crashing over me and I punished myself with them.

“Hmm, did I hit a nerve?” She asked me, a cruel smile cut across her face but it did not reach her dark eyes.

When I didn’t answer she slapped me hard across the face, causing me to whimper in pain. “I asked you a question, sissy!” She hissed, digging her long fingernails into my cheek as she dragged me across the room to the card table.

“No Beta,” I answered softly, hoping she would not take my answer as an offense.

“I think you’re lying. Maybe I should put that tongue to a better use.”

Then the woman forced me to my knees before pushing my head down to her leather shoe.

“Lick!” She commanded.

I obeyed immediately, sensing that if I did not, I would deeply regret it.

The moment my tongue touched the leather I counted myself grateful that her shoes were clean, possibly brand new. I’d had worse, much worse, and I was glad to not suffer through the taste of something disgusting. I licked up the heel of her shoe, taking care to watch for the spike on the bottom, so I would not cut my tongue. Then I licked down the side to her toe, closing my eyes to separate myself from the humiliating situation.

In my mind it was Cain that forced me to do this. Cain, with his rough grip in my hair, taunting me, mocking me, teasing me about my tiny cock. It was Cain who stepped on my face, forcing me to lick the ground beneath his feet, to show I was worthy of him. It was Cain who pulled me up by my hair to his crotch, nevşehir escort bayan rubbing it viciously against my face, forcing me to keep me tongue out. It was Cain, who made me hard as he degraded me. My Cain, my Alpha, my mate, my love. It was Cain who used me.

I’m not sure how long the beta made me lick her boots but all at once, the scent of my alpha broke through my daydreams. My heart quickened and I looked up, desperately wanting to see him, completely forgetting my place and that the beta had not released me, for she did not matter. Instantly, I caught sight of Cain and I felt my face crack into a smile. I wanted to go to him and I started to rise but then… then I saw him place his hand on the lower back of a very handsome omega and my body exploded with rejection, sending bolts of torment throughout. I felt myself go soft, my fantasy broken by real life.

“Aww, poor little sissy. He’s already replaced you,” the woman hissed in my ear, causing me to jump.

I whimpered at her words, unable to control myself and the sound caused Cain to finally look our way. The alpha refused to meet my eye so mine went back to his hands, one of which now lay across the male omega’s thigh, close to his crotch.

My body ached painfully, my stomach spasming. I wanted to run to Cain. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, right then and there, in front of everyone! In front of that omega! I wanted him to dominate me and show everyone who I belonged to. I wanted everyone to watch.

I wanted to scratch the omega’s eyes right out of his skull, knowing I would try if I were allowed, despite having been declawed. I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with jealousy. I hated him! He was too pretty. He was prettier than me.

Of course Cain would want him. Cain was an alpha and alpha’s could have anyone. Alpha would never pick me. I was only ever practice, for the future.

I blinked furiously, refusing to allow myself any tears. I would not look weak before Alpha. He had said to be good. Maybe he was testing me. Masters did like to do that sort of thing to what was theirs and in my heart, I was Cain’s. I would behave, no matter how badly I wanted to cry.

“Cain! How nice to run into you,” the woman said, a light laugh in her voice. “Oh, and what a lovely date! I’ll admit, I did not expect him to be real! Or so yummy.”

Cain blushed and I felt my wolf howl in anguish. Cain was blushing over another omega. He’d already moved on. I was nothing compared to him. The woman was right.

“Jenny,” he coughed, “Nice seeing you again.”

He did know the woman, I thought sadly. Worrying again about how explicit their relationship might be.

“Well darling I-“

“Um… not to be rude but, what’s a naked omega doing here?” The other omega suddenly interrupted, looking at me with uncertainty.

Ashamed by his question, I felt the need to cover myself, though I did not, knowing it would only lead to punishment if I did.

“Oh, isn’t he a pretty one? Although, not as pretty as you of course!” Jenny laughed. “He’s a pet. Nothing but a little plaything. You should count yourself lucky to not be in his shoes.”

“A pet?” The omega asked, looking worried and slightly offended.

“Exactly!” Jenny replied enthusiastically. “Boy,” she addressed me, “Come say hello to our guests! And do it properly! Have you ever sucked an omega’s cock before?”

I blushed deeply, humiliated, wanting to run away. “No Ma’m,” I answered quietly, staring at the floor as I made my way forward.

Once I got to the omega, I slowly sank down to my knees and placed my hands on his thighs to undo his pants, as my heart beat wildly in my chest. I did not want to do this. I looked up for a moment, at Cain, begging him with my eyes to do something, to stop me. I was too jealous. I didn’t want to make Cain’s lover feel good.

“I’d rather he didn’t.”

It was the omega who spoke and I looked up at him in surprise, suddenly registering how his hands had settled on top of mine, gently stilling my movements.

I tensed, unsure of how to proceed.

Omega’s did not have power… but he was a guest. Should I listen to him or should I listen to the beta? I looked at Cain again, praying he’d tell me what to do. Who should I obey? Which one would make Cain see me as good?

“Look kid, you’re an omega. So if you want to stay, you have to play!” Frank ordered gruffly.

I took my Master’s word as law and I tried, once more, to open the omega’s pants, all the while trying desperately to control my emotions. Frank couldn’t know how much this would hurt me. He couldn’t know I was in love with Cain… not that the alpha in question even cared about my heart.

“You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my pack! You’re not my Luna! You’re not my King!” The omega growled, shoving my hands away.

“Sorry, sorry,” I muttered pathetically, hoping to avoid punishment and the omega shot me a sympathetic look, mouthing sorry back. I still hated him but… he was nevşehir escort nice. It was so confusing.

“Cain control your pup!” Frank growled.

“What do you expect from me?” My alpha answered. “Ben doesn’t want some slut to touch him and he’s not your pack. I’m not making him do anything.”

My face burned with shame and I hated myself as my heart sank. I wished I could be better; a better person, a better omega. I wanted to be the one Cain defended… not the one he called “some slut”.

Frank gave Cain a twisted smile, “Omega, shift!”

I obeyed instantly, turning into my wolf form, unsure as to what was about to happen as my matted tail curled protectively around my hind legs.

“Good job pet, now, lick the pretty omega’s cock. Show him he’s better than you.”

I froze. I didn’t want to do this, my wolf didn’t want this. I’d never been made to service anyone like this, like an animal. It felt wrong.

“What?” Cain growled angrily. “You must be mad Frank! You cannot defile an omega from Lotus Pack like that! You forget yourself! You know how protected they are!”

Frank smiled wickedly, “You said the omega didn’t want a slut. Now he has a beast. He can choose which he likes better.”

When nobody responded, Frank kicked at my hindquarters and stepped on my tail, causing me to yelp in pain. “Get to work, bitch!” He ordered.

I nervously put my paw up on the omega’s thighs with a whine of unease, unsure as to how I was meant to get the other boy’s cock out of his pants without causing him injury. I did not want him to punish me for causing him pain. My wolf shook nervously as I nosed near his zipper. Suddenly, the omega gently pet my head and I looked up, surprised by tender contact.

“You don’t have to do that and none of this is your fault,” he whispered to me.

He was so strange.

Out loud he said, “I guess we’re leaving. I don’t know what kind of Alpha King allows their omega’s to be treated like this but I’ll be sure to bring it up at the next Lotus Council.” He growled, pure vitriol in his voice.

“Is that a threat!?” Frank bellowed, lunging at the omega as I anxiously scurried out of the way.

“Don’t touch him!” Cain snarled as he stepped in to block the boy from Frank. “Jesus Christ Frank! Do you want a war?! Just let him go and he won’t say a word. Okay?”

My wolf quietly whimpered as we watched the display before us. Alpha was so strong, so protective. His pheromones had to be filling the entire room, for I could scent them from across the space. Watching him protect the other omega hurt deeply and I felt sick to my stomach once more. I whimpered again, wanting to submit to him, needing his attention. My wolf was so stressed, we needed to be told that we were good.

I bit my paw in an effort to maintain some sort of self control but my mind raced. Why wouldn’t Alpha protect me? What was so special about the other omega? Was it because he was a part of that other pack, where omega’s were special? Was I not special because I did not have a pack? How had I messed up so badly that I’d ended up a pet?

Why wouldn’t Cain defend me?

What had I done wrong? I’d thought he liked me. I’d thought I’d made him happy. Why didn’t he want me? Why couldn’t he love me when it was so easy for me to love him? I needed him. I needed Alpha!!

The sight of Cain and the omega grabbing their coats wrenched me out of my spiral. Then I realized they were headed for the door. They were leaving. He was leaving me and he hadn’t even touched me. He hadn’t even come near me. I purely acted on instinct, loosing all self control, self respect and my fucking mind right along with it, making my biggest mistake yet. I shifted back without being told I could.

“Please!” I shrieked as I ran towards Cain, grabbing at his coattails as I kneeled before him. “Please Alpha, take me with you! I’ll be so good, I promise! I won’t touch anything that I shouldn’t, ever again! I’ll make you happy, I promise!” I glanced at the omega, who looked completely stunned, and he turned pale, his mouth hanging slightly open. “If… if you want him, I’ll make both of you happy!” I continued to beg. “I’ll serve you! You can share me, anything you want! I’ll do anything, I’ll give you everything. Just please, please, please don’t leave me!”

“My my Cain. Look what you’ve done to Frank’s pet,” Jenny laughed, watching my display with amusement in her cold eyes. “Can you smell that? The bitch is completely besotted with you! Is your cock really that big?”

The alpha blushed and my wolf snarled, wanting to defend his honor.

“I fucked him during his heat. It’s nothing. He’s just not used to that,” Cain answered coldly.

I winced at his words, looking up at him with a hurt expression as tears finally rolled down my cheeks. Did I really mean nothing to Alpha? I’d thought I’d, at least, been a good fuck. What was wrong with me?

“Oh my, yes he’s quite affected by you,” Jenny continued smugly, humiliating me further.

“Let escort nevşehir go of me Omega,” Cain hissed, meeting my eyes in an icy gaze.

“But I-“

“Now!” Cain ordered, cutting me off before I was able to tell him I loved him.

I obeyed and barred my neck in submission. I understood now. I had been bad. I’d failed. I wasn’t good. I’d never be good. I’d be with Frank forever. I’d die with Frank. No one else wanted me, not even the other omega. I was nothing but a pet. A very bad pet. I deserved punishment. I was a toy. I was a plaything. I was a slave. I was nothing, but bad.

“Cain, all things considered, how about you don’t come back for future game nights,” Frank announced, in a friendly sort of way, undercut with a threat. “I need my property to be more compliant than all this and clearly you’ve worked him up. However, I do expect my money for his time before you leave.”

Cain took a large wad of cash out of his coat pocket. “Take it you fucking bastard,” he growled, before putting a protective arm over the other omega, ushering him out the door, without so much as a backward glance to me.

Once the door slammed shut, Frank turned to me. “Jenny,” he called out softly, causing my wolf to tense up in fear. “Would you like to help me punish the little bitch?”

“Oh darling, I thought you’d never ask,” the beta laughed lightly, a sadistic smile painted across her pretty face as she grabbed her whip.

*********

Cain’s Pov:

“What the fuck was that?!” Ben yelled, as soon as we were safely in my car.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I gently placed my hand on his arm, trying to sooth him, while inside my mind was loud, yelling at me in hundreds of voices. Although, I hadn’t heard from my wolf in hours.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” He spat and I pulled back, confused.

I’d honestly thought the omega and I might fuck tonight. He really liked me and I thought that I needed it. Instead of going back to normal, everything felt wrong and I wanted the stress relief a good fuck could bring, like it had with Fae. So I stayed quiet, unsure as to what had set the omega off so badly that he was angry with me.

We sat in silence for a few moments, meanwhile my body began to heat up, making me dizzy.

“I thought this was a date!” He finally exploded, looking hurt and angry all at once.

“It was-“

“Are you fucking serious!?” He yelled, sending speckles of spit flying onto my face.

“Ok, I’m sorry it didn’t go well-“

“Didn’t… didn’t go well?!” He yelled, sounding beyond furious. “This was supposed to be a game night! Not some weird ass sex dungeon where your fucked up friends torture some poor, little omega! Who, might I add, think’s he’s fucking mated to you!! It was so sad to watch!”

“Wait what?” I asked, feeling dull and confused from all the pills I’d taken before coming.

“Fuck Cain! Couldn’t you smell him?! If I could tell, everyone in that room could!”

I hadn’t been able to smell the little omega, I could barely scent myself, that much I knew.

“Let’s not talk about him,” I answered, feeling as though I were underwater. I reached out carefully to touch Ben’s shoulder, wanting to make sure he wasn’t some kind of illusion but he flinched away immediately.

“Why do you keep touching me? How fucking dare you Cain! That poor omega loves you and you broke his heart and left him to be tortured but all you care about is touching me!!”

I didn’t want to talk about Fae. Something deep inside hurt to talk about him. The same something that had been furious by Frank’s treatment to the boy but I couldn’t quite capture the full emotions and turn them into action. I felt slow, dull. I’d taken too many pills.

“He’s just a pros-” I muttered, trying to minimize Fae’s effect on me.

“No!” Ben interrupted. “He’s an omega that’s in trouble and needs a fucking mate to rescue him. What kind of an alpha are you anyways?! He loves you so intensely! He didn’t want to be near me, he was so jealous! I’m a stranger and I could feel it but you just walked away! How? How could you not go feral to protect him? I always knew you were a rogue but I could never figure out why a pack didn’t claim you… until now!” He hissed angrily. “You’re a fucking disgrace. You don’t deserve to be an alpha.”

“I feel sick,” I mumbled, barely registering his words but storing them to mull over later.

Ben glared at me but softly touched his hand to my forehead. “You are warm and sweaty,” he confirmed, giving me a steely look.

I blinked at him, unsure how to proceed. I felt so out of it and confused and my stomach churned. I clung to my car door, ready to open it the moment I had to vomit, as I tried to breath slowly.

Ben sniffed at the air, his eyes widening when he scented my medication.

“What did you take?” he asked carefully, studying me closely.

“Mate blockers,” I groaned, my vision blurring around the edges.

“How many?”

I didn’t want to answer.

“Cain this is important! How many?”

“Thirty,” I finally muttered, feeling lightheaded.

“You must be joking,” Ben whispered, eyes wide in disbelief. “What possessed you to do that to yourself?! Do you want your wolf to die? You need a doctor! Fuck! Get in the back, now. I’m driving!” The omega ordered, immediately opening his car door.

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Hey folks, thanks for hanging in there! All feels, no sex in this chapter. XOXO, Im

*****

The Meeting Tree had never looked more opulent. Enormous live-edge banquet tables that sat fifty had been conjured, each decorated with a riot of living flowers and vines. The flowers glowed in phosphorescent pinks, blues, and purples, filling the air with their delicate perfume. The tree was lit with twinkling lights that lined the entire interior of the towering tree. The kitchen had outdone themselves, based on the number of platters that were being placed on the tables and the heaping appetizers being passed among the faeries mingling on the dance floor. The open space had somehow been preserved, though the banquet tables should have easily filled the ordinary footprint of the enormous tree. Trying to comprehend the odd expansiveness of the space gave Feldspar a headache — surely Mal had stretched something in the fabric of reality to make the tree larger for the European delegation’s welcome feast.

Mal and Daniella would be hosting their own table with the delegation, who had arrived late the night before. He and Silver had joined Mal and Dani in meeting them at the edge of the Wood to escort them to their lodgings. He had been enthralled by how different Silver looked when he spoke French. It was subtle, but the way he carried himself was a bit taller and looser. He had been a natural with with the small delegation. They had been impressed and delighted to find someone familiar with their languages, and Silver had obliged them graciously. He had spoken a smattering of Italian, German and Turkish, though English and French were sufficient to carry the conversation.

Feldspar smiled to himself at how comfortable Silver had gotten by the end of their short walk to the trees that had been prepared for their visitors. He had offered to make some of their traditional dishes, and within minutes friendly conversation had flowed between the faeries.

That made it all the stranger that Silver still hadn’t arrived for the formal welcome feast. Cocktail hour was starting to drag on a bit, though the European faeries still appeared to be enjoying the opportunity to mingle on the dance floor. Mal and Dani sat in their twin thrones of living branches at the head of their enormous table, surveying the elegant scene with looks of regal detachment. Only their closest friends could detect the slight tension around Mal’s eyes and the tight grip Dani had on his arm. Dinner was due to commence soon, and Silver was meant to be seated next to Mal at the head of the table. It wouldn’t do to have his place empty, especially when several of the European faeries had already said how much they were looking forward to continuing their conversations with him from the night before.

Feldspar glanced at the entrance to the tree, silently begging Silver to arrive. He played with a bit of the silver embroidery at the cuff of his deep green suit jacket. He’d shown it to Silver days before, secretly delighted that the silver embroidered leaves and vines around its buttonholes and cuffs matched Silver’s hair and eyes. Marking themselves as a pair had thrilled him down to his bones. Now he wondered if he had missed or dismissed how much Silver didn’t want to attend, regardless of having Feldspar with him.

Silver had had a fit of nerves over the formality of the feast, which Feldspar thought he had successfully quelled. Silver was used to dressing for comfort in the kitchen and half his clothes were human-made. His Pizza My Heart hoodie and ratty jeans would not do when he was meant to serve as translator and advisor for Mal.

Luckily a lifetime at Mal’s side meant Feldspar had no shortage of suits. He’d made Silver spend an entire afternoon trying on everything in Feldspar’s closet. It made him unreasonably happy to see Silver in his clothes. They were very nearly the same size, and would have been exactly the same size had Feldspar not spent the better part of a year exercising himself to collapse. Silver’s body had a touch more padding over his muscles and he filled out Feldspar’s clothes perfectly. Silver had dutifully tried on everything Feldspar handed to him, flirting with him the entire time and teasingly muttering about having to attend boring political functions just to make his boyfriend happy. In the end they’d settled on a dark gray suit with deep green accents. It looked good next to Feldspar’s outfit without being too matchy, which Silver said would make him and everyone else want to barf. Perhaps his apparent good mood that day had been bravado meant to placate Feldspar.

Feldspar frowned and berated himself internally for not going to Silver’s home to escort him to the feast personally. If he had walked over with him so he’d have had a few minutes to settle his nerves.

Feldspar chewed his lip. Just then, he felt an unceremonious tug on his heart from Mal’s direction. He turned and saw the flicker of irritation in Mal’s eyes, irritation that he was sure masked unease. As if he had not a care muğla escort in the world, Feldspar turned and walked to Mal’s throne and gave him a stately bow.

“Where is your lover?” Mal hissed, his eyes trained on the visiting faeries as they mingled. “We should have been seated fifteen minutes ago. Any longer of a delay will be noticed.”

“I don’t know, my Lord. We agreed to meet here.”

“We shall have to proceed without him,” Mal said tightly. It was a small bit of magic to make Silver’s place at the table disappear, so easy for Mal that Feldspar almost missed it. Seeing his chair disappear so easily made Feldspar’s gut twist. Silver was essential, if not truly essential to the success of the diplomatic visit, then at the very least essential to him. He couldn’t let his place at the table disappear without comment. Still, he didn’t know what to say to Mal. Silver was supposed to be here and he wasn’t. It felt foolish to say out loud that something might be wrong. Still, Feldspar couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened to Silver.

“Let the feast commence and I will find him in the meantime.”

“No,” Mal said sharply. “Your place is here. It will be too conspicuous without you at the table. If you leave, the delegation will surely notice seeing as you have been at my side for long enough that some of them remember you from before we settled the Wood. Silver will make his way here or not. We, however, must stay with our guests.” Mal’s voice was low and tight, coiled and controlled.

“Silver knows how much you wanted him here. How much I wanted him here. He gave me no reason to think he wouldn’t attend this evening. Something is wrong, Mal. Something must be wrong for him to not have arrived by now.” The words tumbled out of Feldspar hastily, tripping over each other in his anxiety to get them over with so he could move on to the point.

“Fel, if he were in danger I would know, and I promise you he is not,” Mal said so evenly that it came out patronizing.

Feldspar shook his head stubbornly. He knew intellectually that Mal would sense if there was danger in the Wood, and that Mal was too good a friend to lie to him about something so important. It didn’t matter in the face of not knowing why Silver was missing. “You removed his place setting, you can just as easily remove mine. I’m going to go check on him whether you like it or not.”

Mal’s green eyes flashed so dark for a moment they were almost black. Feldspar saw the maelstrom of emotions Mal held just beneath the surface of his skin and wasted no time. If he thought any longer about it, he’d lose his nerve. He bowed deeply and turned on his heel, walking as quickly as he could toward the exit while maintaining decorum.

The second Feldspar had been certain no other faeries would see him he’d started sprinting to Silver’s tree. A sheen of cool sweat covered his skin as he stood panting outside Silver’s door, waiting for the faery to respond to his frantic knocking. There were no sounds from inside. Feldspar’s stomach soured. All the reasons Silver might have for abandoning him ran through his head in quick succession.

He stuffed those thoughts down and peeked through the window. Food and cookware were strewn all over the kitchen. That was odd. Silver’s love of his kitchen bordered on pathological. No matter how many hours he’d spent cooking, he always, always took the time required to lovingly clean and tidy the space for the next day. It was one of his favorite things to complain about when he wanted to get a rise out of Silver.

Feldspar pushed open Silver’s door and called for him again. When he got no response he crossed quickly to the ladder to Silver’s bedroom next to the eerily messy kitchen. Silver’s bedroom was empty as well, the bed a mess of balled up sheets and blankets. The suit Silver had borrowed to wear was still laid neatly over a chair. The room smelled sour and stale, Silver’s usual spicy rosemary scent noticeably absent. Feldspar’s adrenaline spiked as he took in the scene.


Then Feldspar heard a low groan coming from Silver’s bathroom. He found him curled over his toilet, clearly having been vomiting. “Baby,” he cried out in shock as he rushed to the faery’s side. Silver was curled in on himself. His skin was sickly pale and covered in goosebumps. He groaned and made a weak gesture that Feldspar suspected meant he wanted to be left alone.

“Go away,” Silver barked hoarsely. Feldspar recoiled at the harshness of his tone and the faint stench of whiskey on his breath. He stared at Silver, dumbfounded. The Silver he knew would never drink himself sick, especially not if it meant letting him down.

“Sweetheart? What happened?”

“Oh God,” Silver moaned. Feldspar saw his body spasm and without hesitation knelt to wrap a supportive arm around him as violent retching took him. Feldspar held him through it, stroking his back and murmuring a string of soothing words even as he tried to imagine what had caused Silver to get this muğla escort bayan drunk. Nothing was coming out, not even bile, but still the retching continued. Feldspar’s heart ached at his powerlessness to stop Silver’s torture.

When Silver’s body finally stilled, Feldspar leaned him back against his chest. He had the strongest urge to squeeze Silver tight and never let go. It didn’t matter that he was sweaty and smelled like whiskey, sour sweat and sick. He needed Silver to feel better, and the only thing he wanted more than that was to be part of the reason Silver felt better.

As soon as Silver was able to manage it, Feldspar helped him sit back against the wall. All the fight had gone out of him and he stared blankly at the toilet. It scared Feldspar to see a look of such desolation on Silver’s face.

“Shall we clean you up, Sweetheart,” he asked gently. He waited several moments too long for a response from the other faery. With a sigh Feldspar gently lifted one of Silver’s arms. When he didn’t object to being touched, Feldspar proceeded to strip him. He tossed the soiled clothes into a corner to see to later, infinitely more concerned with his catatonic lover. He leaned Silver against the wall briefly to get a cloth and warm water. He washed the smell off Silver’s body, unnerved at how limp he was.

Feldspar paused to consider how to get Silver back to his bed. Silver was his height with a slightly less defined middle; he probably weighed about the same as Feldspar. He crouched down and hooked an arm around Silver’s ribs, grunting with effort. Silver whimpered pitifully, but he managed to get his own legs under himself as Feldspar pulled him up.

Silver sighed as Feldspar lowered him into the bed. Feldspar couldn’t tell if it was a sound of relief or misery. On the short walk from the bathroom to his bed, he’d broken out in a light sheen of clammy sweat. Feldspar gently pulled a light sheet over Silver’s lower half and returned to the bathroom for a fresh washcloth. He wiped Silver’s neck and face tenderly and left the cool cloth folded over Silver’s forehead. He started to ask Silver again what had happened, but stopped himself. It was apparent just looking at Silver’s expression that he wasn’t ready for communication yet.

Instead Feldspar went to the kitchen to mix up a tonic for Silver’s stomach. He frowned when he opened Silver’s cold storage. The ginger and lemons were both covered in mold. They looked like they’d been moldering for days, large tufts of white and teal fluff rendering them nearly unrecognizable. That wasn’t like Silver at all. Feldspar had never known him to keep ingredients long enough for them to go moldy, let alone leaving the mess in his kitchen to contaminate everything else. He opened a few more cabinets, finding the same thing everywhere he looked. Only the cinnamon, turmeric and other powdered spices were usable. Something had obviously gone very wrong with the magic that governed Silver’s kitchen. He retrieved a bowl and glass of water, and brought them back to the bedroom where he placed on the bedside table.

He knelt down next to Silver. Mercifully he’d closed his eyes, looking almost asleep. “Sweetheart,” he whispered. Silver opened his eyes hazily. “I need to gather some things from my kitchen. If you feel ill again there is a bowl here beside you.”

Silver’s eyes moved slowly to the bedside table and he winced. “Not that one,” he mumbled. Feldspar followed his glance to the bedside table, confused for a moment. “Metal one,” Silver elaborated. Feldspar smiled ruefully. The wooden salad bowl he brought for Silver to throw up in was one of Silver’s favorites. He kissed Silver on the forehead and exchanged the bowl for a metal one in the kitchen. As soon as he saw that the proper bowl was ready for him Silver closed his eyes again.

Feldspar sprinted down, up and across the rope walkways from Silver’s tree to his own. He didn’t want to leave him alone for any longer than strictly necessary. He burst through the front door to his tree and crossed the room to the kitchen and began filling a bag with the herbs and spices he’d need. He contemplated the ingredients he’d gathered. He wished he had more ginger root, but it would have to do. Feldspar placed a few pre-mixed vials of his most potent pain tonic into his bag for good measure. Satisfied with his stock of supplies, he hurried back to Silver’s tree.

When he peeked into Silver’s room he was relieved to see the metal bowl was still empty. Silver was lying on his side staring blankly at nothing. Feldspar’s heart squeezed. He’d never seen Silver look so small and careworn.

He knelt at Silver’s bedside and unloaded the contents of his bag onto the floor. It felt decidedly wrong to mix up one of his renowned tonics on the bedroom floor, but there was no way he’d risk mixing them in the filth of Silver’s kitchen. He worked quickly and automatically, letting years of experience flow through his fingers until he had an anti-nausea tonic to escort muğla pair with his pre-mixed pain draughts. Silver barely looked at him when he pressed the drink into his hands, but drank it automatically when Feldspar nudged his hand toward his mouth.

That done, Feldspar paused, unsure what else Silver would let him do. He felt useless in the extreme. He was used to the kind of threat he could cut in half. Whatever plagued Silver was much trickier to slay. After a long debate he followed the insistent pull of his heart. He stripped and climbed into bed behind Silver. He stopped shy of touching the other faery, waiting for a sign from Silver. Feldspar could barely breathe as he lay on his side staring at the back of his lover’s head. Silver could crush him if he wanted to, grind his aching heart into dust.

It was agony to wait, but eventually Silver shifted backward in silent invitation. Feldspar wasted no time scooting close and hooking an arm over Silver’s chest. For a few breaths Silver remained stiffly curled in on himself, seeming not to feel Feldspar’s touch. Then Feldspar felt him let out a little sigh and let go. His shoulders relaxed and he leaned back into Feldspar while rearranging their arms so that he could intertwine his fingers with Feldspar’s.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Silver said, his voice hollow and devoid of feeling despite accepting Feldspar’s touch.

Feldspar frowned, genuinely confused for a moment. He had Silver’s body curled tight in his arms; there was no better place for him at that moment. From the way Silver had moulded his back to Silver’s front, it seemed Silver agreed with him. “What do you mean?”

“The welcome feast.”

The shock of realization sent a cold rush through Feldspar. As soon as he’d seen Silver in a bad way he had completely forgotten about the feast, Mal and all the rest. He kissed the back of Silver’s neck and squeezed him closer to reassure him. “Neither of us is needed at the welcome feast, if you were worrying about it. I am precisely where I should be. I only want to know what’s wrong. Let me help.”

Silver sighed. Feldspar waited. Something had clearly happened to Silver and he couldn’t imagine leaving until he knew how to make it better. He breathed in Silver’s rosemary scent and exhaled slowly against him. Silver’s breathing slowly fell into rhythm with Feldspar’s and his body softened further into Feldspar’s.

He drew in a shuddering breath and held it, filling the air with tension as he prepared to speak. “It’s Brody,” he mumbled. “He’s dead.”

It took Feldspar longer than he liked to put meaning to the words. Brody. Brody, Silver’s friend who had taught him to make some of the most brilliant food Feldspar had ever tasted. Brody, who Silver had as many colorful descriptions for as stars in the sky. The human who ‘had a few too many bats in the belfry,’ and was ‘crazier than a fish in the fryer.’ The leading man in nearly every one of Silver’s stories that left them both crying with laughter. In short, the magically talented, slightly unhinged, larger-than-life human who Feldspar had come to realize was Silver’s best friend.

“What? When?” Feldspar said, aghast, when he had finally processed what Silver had said. Humans were fragile and short-lived compared to faeries, but Brody had been young.

“A few days ago. I just found out.” Silver drew in another stuttering breath.

“Oh Silver, I’m so sorry,” Feldspar said. The words were deeply inadequate, only worth saying because he knew there were no words adequate for Silver’s loss. His chest was tight with helpless misery. He wished he could take away Silver’s pain but there wasn’t a magic for that.

Living as long as he had, he was no stranger to loss. When it was someone you loved it still hurt every single time, no matter how long you’d walked the earth. The thought of losing Gneiss Nephrite, or even Mal was so terrifying that he had always superstitiously refused to hold it in his mind even for long enough for it to be a complete thought. What could he possibly say or do in the face of that? There wasn’t anything he could give in comfort aside from his presence, and so he waited, offering only himself.

“You don’t have to stay here. You should go back.”

Feldspar didn’t dignify that with more than a hum of disagreement. He wasn’t going anywhere. Silver rolled over to face Feldspar and buried his face against his chest. Feldspar pulled him closer and held him, until his shoulders dropped and his breath whooshed out of him in a long exhale. The sound drew out until it rebounded as his entire body shook with silent sobs. Feldspar’s heart felt like it would burst with grief and tenderness as Silver cried against him. He was so grateful Silver was taking comfort in him, even if there was nothing he could do aside from hold him and listen.

Silver’s voice was shredded and his face was red and swollen by the time his sobs finally subsided. He mumbled quiet thanks against Feldspar’s chest, tacking on a belatedly apology. Feldspar squeezed him in response. He would rather be here with Silver than anywhere else with anyone else. The thought brought into focus the unspoken end of Silver’s sentence: thank you for choosing me over the Lord. He was unsurprised to realize there was no contest. Silver came first, unquestionably.

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Cynthia Mays stared out her back window into her yard, the sun, shining bright, and the breeze gently rustling through the trees looked more inviting than the pile of dirty dishes waiting patiently to be loaded into the dishwasher. Biting her lower lip, Cynthia’s striking, emerald green eyes darted from the sloppy, wet work area to her beautifully manicured backyard and back again. “I better attend to my housewife duties.” She sighed looking around her kitchen.

Cynthia was becoming rather slack with her daily cleaning ritual, but then again could anyone blame her for wanting a change in scenery. At forty-four, this fiery red-headed housewife still had an insatiable sexual appetite. Her kids, at nineteen and twenty-one and twenty-three, could take care of themselves and her husband’s new position had him traveling most of the time. She couldn’t complain though, his salary paid for the beautiful home nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac located in an upscale neighborhood. But then again she still needed some action in her life. So…

“What the hell, the dishes will still be here when I get in.” Cynthia reasoned, but then again when the idea popped into her mind there was no way of convincing her otherwise.

Strolling through the lush green grass of her backyard, Cynthia smiled as a subtle breeze blew over her naked skin. She made a bee line towards the pool. A chaise lounge was waiting for her and her margarita. Nothing could spoil her day, well expect for that dead, bloated squirrel floating in her pool. Gasping in disgust, Cynthia knew she couldn’t relax while its body idly floated around in her pool. She quickly made her way out of the gate and across her yard.

Twenty-one year old Jack Steiner answered his door. Cynthia was standing on his front porch, her 5’5″ frame was clad in no more than a white bikini and a matching pair of Reebok high tops. Her sun kissed skin was a sharp contrast to her skimpy bathing suit.

“Mrs. Mays…” Jack, who was still in his pajama bottoms, was caught off guard by his sexy neighbor’s visit.

“Oh Jack I hate to bother you so early in the morning but a squirrel must’ve fallen in our pool and drowned. John’s at work and it’s only me at home. I want to go sunbathing but I can’t stand the sight of the poor little guy floating around. Could you come over and skim him out?” Cynthia pleaded.

Jack couldn’t ignore a woman in need or the way her breasts heaved from bikini top every time she inhaled. “Ok, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right over.” Jack smiled.

Jack opened the large wooden gate leading into the Mays’ yard. Surveying the yard he saw Mrs. Mays stretched out on a chaise lounge enjoying the beautiful June weather. Jack crossed the flagstone patio to the oblong pool. The water was still and tranquil, well except for the poor, little squirrel that lost its life early that day.

Effortlessly removing the dead rodent from the pool Jack proceeded to dump the water logged body in the garbage can. “Well Mrs. Mays he’s out and safely lying in the bottom of the garbage can, I guess I’ll get going then.” Jack tried to look in her eyes yet they couldn’t help but wonder down her slender body as it glistened with oil in the strong sun.

“Oh Jack, you don’t need to leave so soon. How about something to drink? Let me repay you.” Cynthia smiled, peering up from her sunglasses.

“Well, I guess, but only If you insist, Mrs. Mays”

“Oh, please call me Cynthia.”

Her pleasantry made Jack smile.

In the kitchen Jack took a seat at the wooden rectangular table. He was admiring the dark wood cabinets and floors when he glanced over at Cynthia bent over, rummaging through the refrigerator. Her dancing ass suddenly caught his eye. Taking notice of how her bikini bottom rose up over her firm ass cheeks.

Spinning around with a pitcher full of fruit juice, Jack broke from his trance. Cynthia sauntered over to the table with the pitcher and glass. Pouring him a nice, cool glass of homemade fruit juice she flashed him a smile as his hand brushed hers.

“Please make yourself comfortable in the living room while I change into something else. We’ll get a chance to talk and get to know one another.” Cynthia gestured towards the other room.

Cynthia returned to the living room to find Jack sitting on the couch. She had changed into a white skirt and coral pink spaghetti strap tank top. Easing down next to him on the tan sofa she turned to face him with legs crossed, gazing into his deep blue eyes.

“So Jack, we’ve been neighbors for almost a year and half and you know I really don’t know anything about you. For instance what rize escort do you like to do for fun?” Cynthia innocently asked as she placed her hand on her bare knee.

“Um… well I like to swim and run track. But I also enjoy discussing art and listening to classical music. So I guess you could call me a sensitive jock.” He laughed.

“Ha, Ha, Ha, wow, your girlfriend must be real lucky to have you.” Cynthia gushed. Her hand had now moved up to her bare thigh.

“Well, there’s really no one in my life right now.” He bowed his head, appearing to be embarrassed at the fact.

“Sorry to hear.” Cynthia’s hand moved in between of where they sat. “You know I kind of feel silly admitting this but ever since you moved in I’ve always found you to be attractive.”

“Oh yeah?” He questioned with somewhat of disbelief.

“Yeah and I have something else I would like to admit. There’s no easy way of saying this so… here it goes. I accidentally caught you sunbathing in the nude. I was putting some laundry away when I happen to see you stripping out of your underwear. You have an incredibly fit, bronzed body. It really shows that you take pride in appearance.” Cynthia shifted her body closer to her neighbor’s. Jack fidgeted against the back of the sofa; his hands nervously rubbed his knees. “Oh Jack you look nervous and a bit embarrassed. There’s no need to be. I admire a man who takes care of his body. As you can see I too take care of myself even after three kids. And you can’t sit and tell me that you haven’t noticed. Ever since I came over to your house your eyes have been glued to my petite frame and ample tits.” She gave him a devilish grin. Her hand slid up his muscular thigh. “Would you like to see my naked body?” Jack nodded his head slowly.

Cynthia stood up straightening her top and skirt. The sexy suburban housewife ran her hands down her body and back up to the hem of her coral pink tank top. Her slender fingers gripped the bottom and slowly pulled up, revealing her taut stomach. “Feel free to rub yourself.” Cynthia remarked in a husky voice.

Jack’s hand meandered down to his shorts where a bulge was already forming. He gave it a squeeze and groaned as his neighbor continued her sexy striptease.

By now the bottoms of her lacy bra-covered large tits were peeking out. Cynthia cupped the bottoms of her heavy mounds and gave them a tight squeeze which elicited a moan of pleasure. Cynthia gave one final yank of her top and pulled it off her head throwing it at Jack. Her hands massaged her cleavage. A large gob of spit fell from her soft lips and landed in the crack. It trailed down her tan skin and eventually smeared over the tops as she continued to rub her hefty love sacks together. “You probably didn’t know I was such a nasty housewife?” Jack shook his head as he continued to rub his crotch.

Her hands worked their way down to her skirt. Grabbing a hold she slowly slid them down her shapely thighs to reveal a pair of yellow lacey, low rise cheeky panties. Allowing the skirt to slip from her hands they fell into a puddle at her feet, kicking them aside so she could turn around. With her legs spread wide apart she slowly bent over at the waist. Cynthia peered through her legs and rubbed her hand from her ass to her pussy and back again. Jack was hypnotized.

Backing up onto his lap she lowered her ass down and started grinding. “You like that baby?” She felt his erection poke her pussy through his satin basketball shorts. “UMMM… that feels so fucking good.” She moaned with delight. Jack couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed her waist. “Uh-uh, no touching.” His sexy seductress warned slapping at his probing hands.

Sliding her tight ass up and down his crotch she teased her young, athletic neighbor. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I bet you want me to pull out your cock and play with it. Give you a sloppy blowjob. Yeah that’s what you want.” She taunted, looking over her shoulder. “How bad do you want to see my pretty, little pussy?” Her pussy tingled, grinding deep in his lap.

“Bad…” Jack whimpered.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“UGHHH…. I want to see your pussy very badly.” He managed to groan.

“Not before I get to see your cock, up close this time.” The horny housewife slid off his lap and dropped to her knees. Prying his legs open she crawled towards his aching cock that now tented his shorts. Nuzzling her hose in his crotch, her teeth snapped at the shiny fabric. Grabbing the elastic waist line the little vixen slowly yanked down the shorts.

“HMMM…you’re wearing those little blue Hanes briefs escort rize that I saw you in.” She said huskily. Yanking them down allowed the young man’s cock to spring to life. “It’s so much better up close.” She gawked.

Her hands placed firmly on his naked thighs her tongue lapped at his swollen balls like a sex starved kitten. Sucking in both his balls she swished them around soaking his hairy sack with spit. She fiercely sucked at his balls as if she was trying to drain them of their juices.

OHHH… fuck. Look at me with those sexy eyes.” He demanded. She stared at him with deep pools of dark brown. She tried to smile with his whole sack in her mouth.

Reluctantly releasing it from her hot mouth, leaving long spit strands hanging from each, she snaked her tongue up his throbbing shaft.

“Yum! I love the taste of your cock.” The tip of her tongue ran around the base of his mushroom cap. A groan escaped from his lips.

Her luscious lips wrapped around the head of his cock and slowly worked down his thick shaft but as hard as she tried she couldn’t get it all the way in her mouth. Gagging as she tried.

Snapping her head up for air she gripped the base and brought her lips back down. Letting large gobs of gooey spit cover his cock Cynthia viciously jerked up and down. As the lonely housewife double fisted him her tongue slid over his slit, tracing figure eights around his swollen, purple head. Desperately licking up his pearly, pre-cum that came oozing out while her hand juggled his swollen sack.

Grinning from ear to ear Cynthia stood up. Reaching around to her back she unhooked her white lacey bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits came spilling out. Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and shimmied out of them. Kicking them to her captive audience Cynthia stood naked with her arms raised in the air. She spun around so that he could see all of her petite, sexy body.

Now that her large tits, 32dd, were free from their lacy constraints Cynthia fell to her knees again. “How would like to fuck this big ol’ beautiful tits?” Jack, in awe of her massive tits, nodded his head. “Then come over here and show me what you got.” She coerced.

Jack stood up, his large cock pointing straight out in front of him. Guiding his cock into the valley of sexy milf’s tits, Jack proceeded to thrust his hips toward her; the head of his cock would poke up between her two large mounds with every thrust. Cynthia would try to catch it with her tongue every now and then all the while leaving rivers of spit to trail down into her valley and lube Jack’s invading member.

Cynthia squeezed her tits together even harder to create a tighter grip around his cock. “Oh yeah…oh yeah…fuck my tits…fuck them…fuck them hard.” She encouraged. Jack’s increased his pace. The sound of balls slapping against Cynthia’s titties and the grunts of the young man filled the room.

Cynthia loved the way the young man’s cock slid effortlessly in and out of her cleavage, and the way the swollen head would peek through the crack every so often.

“I want to taste your sweet pussy.” Jack groaned.

“HMMM… does my young fuck want to eat me out?” Cynthia grinned. Jack shook his head as his hips continued to thrust towards her tits. “Well first you have to cum on my tits.”

Jack pulled his cock from her cleavage and began to stroke with short, quick strokes. With his hand moving in a blur, Jack knew he was close. He felt that familiar tightness deep in his balls. “UGHHH…” Jack Groaned as he grew closer to his climax.

Cynthia rubbed her tits together and waited anxiously for the bounty she was about to receive. “Oh shit, here it comes!” Jack warned as cock spitted out a load of hot cum onto Cynthia’s tits. Gooey white blobs dotted the housewife’s tan skin as Jack milked the last drops of cum from his head.

Cynthia lied down on the couch, spread her legs wide open, and stroked her pussy—an invitation Jack couldn’t refuse.

Jack crawled up between her legs and stared at her moist pink lips. Diving right in, Jack lapped at her pussy like a dog at water. He attacked it with such fierceness that it made Cynthia moan with pleasure. “Ohhh…shit that feels nice.”

Jack ran his tongue around the outside of her mound making sure to get every part of her pussy. He then spread her lips apart to go deeper. As his tongue fucked her opening Cynthia grabbed the back of his head and held it against her hot folds. Jack continued his assault on her pussy.

“Ohhh god, you definitely now how to eat a girl out, Jack if you keep this up you’ll rize escort bayan make me cum.” Jack used this as a motivation to keep going. His hand found her hard clit and furiously rubbed it. Cynthia’s body arched and rocked until she finally screamed. “UHHH…UHHH…UHHH…UHHH…Ahhhh.” Cynthia fell to the couch as Jack lapped up her juices that seeped from her hole. “Ohh that was hot, but now I want to feel you deep inside of me. Fuck me with your hard cock, pleasssssseeee.” She begged.

Jack climbed onto the couch. Cynthia bent over and gave his cock a few long, deliberately slow licks. She made sure it was good and hard. Shoving the shaft all the way in her mouth, Cynthia covered his cock with large globs of spit until she was satisfied with the hardness of his member.

Her petite body climbed on top of his rock hard cock. The lips of her cock-hungry pussy slowly swallowed the whole shaft as she guided it deep inside her.

“UHHH….OHHH… god it’s so big inside my tight pussy.” Jack’s cock-craving neighbor groaned. Slowly rocking her hips Cynthia began riding him reverse cowgirl style. Getting her legs propped up onto the couch she rolled her ass against his granite like abs. Wildly bouncing up and down on Jack’s lap, Cynthia moaned loudly. “OHHH… shit your cock feels so good. UGHHH…”

Jack’s hands made their way around her viciously writhing body. The one grabbed at her bouncing tit, clawing and pinching it until she screamed in pain and twisting her pert bud which produced another wail. His other hand furiously stroked her hard nub, working it in circles. “Yes, Yes, Yes fuck my cock faster.” He ordered.

Cynthia began to bounce faster and harder. She threw her head back; her wild mane of fire hair whipped him in his face. “UGHHH…UGHHH!”

“UGHHH…UGHHH…” Jack groaned.

Cynthia stopped and climbed off his cock. Facing her sexy, young neighbor she climbed on again and slowly began to bounce up and down. With her tits in his face now, Jack began to lick and nip at her erect nipples. Grabbing at the left tit, Jack sucked on her nipple. Then moved to the right and sucked on that nipple before moving back again. Cynthia continued to bounce up and down. She loved the way his large cock rubbed against the moist walls of her pussy and how her clit rubbed against his pelvis.

She worked to drive his cock deep inside of her. “UGHHH…UGHHH.” She moaned as she rocked her hips back and forth. “Shit you’re gonna make me cum.” Jack exclaimed.

This was Cynthia’s cue to hop off and shove his cock in her accepting mouth. Sucking his pussy juice-covered cock into her mouth she rapidly pumped up and down the shaft. Her tongue laid flat against the underside. She made sure to pay special attention to the base of his head. “OHHH… shit I’m gonna cum!”

Popping his cock out Jack grabbed his cock let loose his seed. Long, white ropes of his sticky sperm flew from his engorged cock, landing on Cynthia’s beautiful face. With eyes shut tight her face was painted with gobs of his hot juices. On the bridge of her nose, her upper lip, and in her opened, waiting mouth. “HMMM, your cum tastes so sweet.” Cynthia smiled, cum dripping from her face and onto her heaving tits. Grabbing his spent cock she milked every last drop out into her mouth. Spitting the pearly strands onto her sweaty tits, Cynthia smiled, casting a soulful look at her exhausted neighbor. “OHH…god that was fantastic. We’ll have to do this again. Now you better get going. Oh and I’m keeping your underwear as a souvenir.” She growled, clutching his Hanes in her trembling hands sniffing his cologne mixed with his body scent.

This started Cynthia’s collection of men’s underwear, stashing them in her top draw just under her panties. These were a hunter’s reminder of the “kill”.

A week after her encounter with Jack Cynthia was strolling idly through the produce aisle when she ran into him. As he stocked produce with a guy who looked to be around his age he turned and smiled at Cynthia.

“Hey Jack, nice to see you again.”

“Cynthia, the pleasures all mine.” He replied with an even bigger grin and then turned to his co-worker. “Greg this is my next door neighbor, the one whom I was talking about.” This made Cynthia blush considerably. “I told you she was hot.” Cynthia turned two more shades of red, enough to match her fiery hair.

“Well, Jack I’ll let you get back to work. If you ever need anything you know to come by my house… oh and bring Greg.” Cynthia winked. As she walked away she made sure to wiggle her tight ass more than usual. She had a lot more shopping to do plus there was another stock boy she’s always had her eye on.

Cynthia smiled as she spotted him bending over near the tomato sauces. “Jack was only the beginning.” She thought to herself.

She was a bored housewife living in a quiet cul-de-sac; she had a dirty secret, and there were plenty more to come.

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Chapter 08: At the lakefront

It was coming up on the end of the school year and much of my time was devoted to important papers and final exams so I did not get many opportunities to satisfy my baser urges. That’s not to say I didn’t have Kati drop in a couple of times, but it year-end demands were always on my mind.

In an effort to build up their activities budget, the Student Union was selling tickets on a giant raffle and they pretty much assumed even we poverty-ridden students would support by buying tickets. Good thing I spent my 10 bucks because I won one of the top prizes: a weekend at a posh lakeside resort a couple of hours out of the city.

It was coming up on summer, a perfect time to take advantage of this prize, and my thoughts turned to who should escort me for this very special time. Kati was easily my first choice but she was going back to spend the summer with her mom — I needed to come up with another playmate. Naturally, it was going to be Eva, though I did clear it with Ray just to make sure before I asked her.

Eva surprised me with her enthusiasm for this weekend away. “I have never won anything that great,” she exclaimed, ignoring that I had won the trip and she was a second choice.

Nonetheless, I was very happy to be taking Eva with me and was really looking forward to the time we would spend together. We might have been ‘together’ many times over the previous year, but truly alone? It had rarely happened. This was going to be great.

We left the city early on a Friday afternoon in late June. The weather was perfect for a beachfront weekend and promised to be hot and sunny for at least three days. Eva was driving so I got to play navigator, even if we didn’t really need one. Bottom line, I was able to truly relax after a long and challenging year. Next year would be my senior year after which I would need to go out in the real world, if you will. This was my last summer to be completely free and it was starting out exactly as it should.

The resort was on a large lake about two hours away from the city and very isolated. Their amenities and services were renowned so isolation was only not much of an issue.

As we drove Eva and I had a chance to talk about many things. We discussed current events, music and movies and anything else that came up. After a while I happened to mention that the last time I had been on this road had been heading into the city with my aunt Suzanne. It was with Suzanne that I had met Eva and Ray; the two women more or less set up the night for the four of us. I was left with little choice, but then again, I had a chance to experience my aunt one more time, plus I lost my ‘inter-racial’ virginity when I got to fuck Eva. It was an amazing night that was still clear in my memory.

“That was a great night, wasn’t it?” said Eva in response to my comment about meeting her and Ray a year before.

“It has made a huge difference in my life, you know,” I said.

“Oh. In what way?”

“Before getting together with Suzanne, then you, I was quite an inexperienced young man, but Suzanne really gave me a lot of confidence. You just pushed me over the top in that way.”

“That’s fun to hear,” replied Eva, “but how did you ever get the nerve up to seduce your aunt?”

“You’re kidding! I had nothing to do with it. It was all Suzanne. She had decided to seduce me before we ever left on the trip.”

“That never occurred to me. I always thought you were so studly that your aunt wouldn’t be able to turn down your advances.”

“You didn’t know me at that time. I would never have had the stones to do anything like that with her — my aunt! I tell you. Even less so getting you into bed.”

Eva smiled so knowingly that I quizzed her on why.

“You must have figured out that when we met you at the club, Suzanne and I soon got planning to get you into bed. And though Ray didn’t know it, when I told her about his size, Suzanne was totally in favour of bringing his cock to her party.”

I was a bit surprised, but not as much as could have been. I had always assumed the two women had worked this out completely; I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.

“You still didn’t tell me how Suzanne got into your pants, Paul. Dish.”

“As you know, it was her idea, no, demand, that I take her to the city for sightseeing. My first thoughts were to get out of being with my stuffy (or so I thought) aunt for this long drive. But I had to give in as it became my responsibility. It turned out to be quite pleasant right from the start, though.”

“Go on; you enjoyed her company?”

“Yea. She was pretty cool and we were able to find enough in common to keep conversation going. But I also had the sense she was flirting with me. I would never have thought about doing that myself, but she was good to hang out with so it went on for quite a while.”

“When did she start to really hit on you, not just flirt a bit?”

“We’d been driving for long enough to need a break sakarya escort so I stopped to fuel up and get some cold drinks while Suzanne took off to the bathroom. I was back in the driver’s seat and ready to leave when she finally came out of the restroom… and I almost did not recognize her.”

“Why not? Did she change or what?”

“Exactly. Suzanne had changed from a rather conservative look (suitable for the family before we left) into a much more attractive outfit. She was wearing Lycra tights and a loose-fitting, nearly sheer top which was showing quite a lot of her chest.”

“I like where this is going,” said Eva.

“She looked amazing, but what made it worse is that she knew exactly what it was doing to me. She slid her seat back all the way and put her feet up on the dashboard where I was able to get a great look at her legs, and those perfectly formed thighs of hers.”

“Yum, indeed.”

“Though I was doing my best to drive (safely) I kept having to glance over at Suzanne who seemed to be dozing off behind her dark glasses. I saw the swell of her breasts in the gap of her blouse, but since she had lost her bra and the fabric was very light, I could see the swell of her nipple pressing against the almost sheer cloth.”

“Did she know you were seeing all this?” inquired Eva.

“At first I was sure I was sneaking a look, but eventually she ‘caught’ me and asked if I was enjoying the view.”

“She caught you for real?”

“No way. It was all planned she told me later. Apparently the flirting had been going both ways, even if I didn’t think so, and she’d decided to see I would be interested in ‘an older woman’ is how she said it.”

“She was a real seductress, wasn’t she?”

“No kidding. I was completely taken by Suzanne, maybe more so because she was my aunt, not just some woman I had met for a quick one-niter.”

“I never got to ask you this, but I think I know the answer: Do you prefer older women or younger ones? I have seen you enjoy both with total abandon, I think.”

“Eva, I love beautiful woman who know what they want. For example, Suzanne was 40 when she seduced me; you’re a bit older; Kati is so much younger, but all of you have something in common.”

“What’s that?”

“You all love yourselves and appreciate how to accept and give pleasure. You are all uninhibited enough to take what you need and to try all sorts of things, sexual and otherwise. I love you all and could never decide in favour of any one of my lovers.”

“That’s so sweet. I should make you drive for a while.”

What a non-sequitur. Being honest and sweet about my beliefs got me to take over the driving. Not so fair at all, was it? Still, she pulled over and I took my place behind the wheel.

She jumped in beside me and before I could put the car in gear, she was already unbuckling my belt and zipping me down. Aaaaahhhhhhh…. I get it.

I just left the car running in ‘park’ and leaned back in my seat. Eva was quick to suck me into her talented mouth and with her hand also active, had me pressing my cock into her throat in moments. I hadn’t noticed, but the talk about Suzanne had turned me on as it had Eva, and I was getting the payoff now.

Within five minutes Eva was taking my load into her mouth, swallowing, and telling me to get a move on, “I want to get to the resort before dark, you know.”

And we were driving.

In less than an hour I was pulling up to the main building of the resort. I went in to register and get our keys and then we drove a few hundred meters down a lane to get to our cottage. We got out and took our two small bags into the cottage.

Actually, it was almost a wilderness cabin but for the amenities and comfort. It was all quite rustic, and not faux-rustic like so many properties. No, this was genuine but also offered gorgeous furniture, a huge bathroom with a large two-person tub and more thick towels than a ‘white sale at the mall’.

In front were two huge windows looking directly out on the lake which was only about 20 meters from our front door.

“What an amazing place,” I said, truly impressed.

“Thank you for giving me this weekend, Paul. I just hope we get into the lake and out of the room,” replied Eva.

The drive and chat we’d had on the way to the resort had made us both horny. For my part, Eva’s blowjob had only warmed me up and reminded me of how good a lover this woman was. And I think for her part, the description of my aunt seducing me had had the same effect on her. Still, we held off. We went for a walk on the beach, enjoying the view of the mountains and the natural environment. We said hello to other guests who’d had the same idea of visiting the beach and area trails.

Around 5 pm we made our way to the main lodge and went into one of their two restaurants for dinner. We enjoyed a full meal, lots of delicious wine and some light desserts, enough to sate our current hunger. I also enjoyed the looks of other sakarya escort bayan guests who watched us, a young man with a rather older woman, but one who looked as good as any woman in the room. I especially noticed the looks of the other men, some of whom looked to be salivating at my date. When I mentioned this to Eva she admitted, “I am really enjoying the looks, too. But do you realize most of the woman are doing the same looking at you?”

“I guess we’re both pretty hot in our own way, then,” I replied.

We spent two hours over that meal, finishing up with brandies by the windows in the lounge. What a lovely time. It had been months since Eva and I had been so relaxed together with no agenda beyond enjoying each other’s company.

We walked back to our cabin on a softly lit path. Eva had taken my arm and was cuddled right up against me. I could feel her soft breast against my arm and when I looked over, I saw that she’d unbuttoned most of her shirt so that her lacy white bra was clearly visible against her chocolate skin. I knew we were going to have a lovely night together.

By the time we got back to our cabin we were whispering about what we would do to each other when we were alone. Suffice it to say that both of us were getting hotter by the minute. I knew that Eva was getting wet and could see her nipples firmed up in the cool dark of the evening, and I could feel my penis moving in my pants as it searched for more space. I took Eva’s hand and placed it on my zipper to show her the effect she was having.

“Not yet. I have a little surprise for us first,” she told me. I was still dressed in my best shorts, a bamboo shirt and not much else. Eva was wearing a similar outfit but carried it off so much better, I thought with a smile.

She had gone into the bedroom and brought out a small satchel with her. Inquisitive as ever, I asked her what she had. Instead of telling me, she parked herself in front of the chair I was sitting in and slowly started to undress.

She removed her blouse first, but kept the yellow bra on. Then came the shorts under which she was wearing nothing at all. She stood there in her glory: strong dancer’s legs, freshly shaved pubes, slightly soft but well-defined tummy. My eyes slid up her body from ankles up, pausing at her pussy, then the bra, and finally looking deep into her eyes, I said, “Eva, you are more spectacular every time I see you naked. What do you have in mind?”

Reaching around behind her, she released the clasp of her bra and while cupping her breast under the fabric, slowly pulled down the garment until both her breasts were naked, but covered by her lovely hands. The bright new nails provided a wonderful contrast to the dark skin of her body. She knew how much I loved big, hard nipples so she made sure to very slowly let first one, then the other peak through her fingers. She slid her hands down over the ample curve of her breasts, eventually sliding her two hands together towards the wonderful space between her legs.

Watching me enjoy her performance, she took my hand and pulled me up to stand where she had been. In turn, she sat down where I had been. I knew that she wanted to be treated to the same show as she’d given me.

I stripped off my shirt, going as slowly as I could, but I knew I wasn’t providing the same buildup that she had for me. I did better with my shorts, first unsnapping them then very slowly lowering the zipper. I made sure to pull the fabric tight against my groin as I did this so that she could see the growing shape of my hard-on before I released it completely.

Eva was watching as closely as I had been. I didn’t think about it until later, but we had seen each other naked, during sex together and with others, but still, it was like we were seeing our naked selves for the first time again.

Having pulled the zipper down, I decided to let my cock out of its hiding place. Leaving my shorts on, I loosened up just enough to pull out the head, then tugged at my meat until my whole cock was dangling in front of her face. I stopped and watched her eyes tightly focused on my erection which had by now grown to maximum length. I am not that big, but my eight inches were enough to make her mouth water, I’m sure.

Leaving myself hanging out, I worked my shorts off my hips as if they were too tight, making my cock bob and dance as I slid them off. She just stared, as I had.

With no underwear on, as soon as my pants had hit the floor I was as naked as was my lover. She stood up and pulled open the satchel that I’d forgotten. There was only one item in it: a large bottle of massage oil, the one with the hot-cold feeling. I had used this before but never with Eva. I especially liked its exotic spice flavouring because it was edible and offered lots of opportunity.

“I thought we could use some of this,” said Eva.

I took the bottle from her and pulled her down to the thick rug in front of the windows with me. By now, the night escort sakarya sky was starting to show its stars and a soft moonlight floated across the lake towards us. There could not be a more romantic locale and we were going to make full use of the situation.

I lay her down face down so that her back, buttocks and those legs were at the ready. I drizzled a small puddle of oil onto her lower back, more than I needed, but I was going to coat her all over so we could slide around together.

I massaged the oil into her legs, working my way up to her soft, supple cheeks, squeezing them as I knew she loved. I coated her back liberally and worked the oil onto her arms and underarms. I massaged her neck to ease any tension that remained — there wasn’t much but I liked doing it so she got a neck massage.

I slid my hands along her sides, always wet with the oil, and glanced up against the sides of her breasts as they were spreading with her in that position. I took more oil and with both hands, worked around her buttocks down to her pussy. I felt her respond with a push back against my hands. I just kept sliding my hands over the cleft in her buttocks down to her pussy.

When she started to push back so much it was close to masturbation, I got her to turn over and lay on her back with all her gifts open to my view. I repeated much of the same oil and massage I had done with her back and butt, starting with her lovely thighs but missing her pubic mound completely.

I kneaded the oil into her tummy, along her sides, and did her arms until she was oiled up completely. Then I went to work on her generous, soft, perfect breasts. I spent so much time there that I had Eva moaning as an orgasm built up. I fondled and squeezed the ample flesh, pinched her nipples then bit on them hard. Each time I did this she would respond with more and more passion. It was time for me to move to her lower body.

I drizzled some more oil at the top of her pubic mound, letting it ooze over the smooth skin before catching it with my hand and spreading it around the area. I was just as committed to this part of her as I had been to her nipples and boobs; and she appreciated it.

Before I could work her up to a proper orgasm, though, she sat up a bit and told me that it was my turn. “That way we will both be so slippery it will be fun to try to hold on,” she said. I was okay with that so put myself under her control, laying on my front… after adjusting my rigid cock to avoid pain or damage.

Eva did much of the same as I had, lubricating her hands and spreading the lovely oil all over my back, arms and buttocks. I knew she liked my tightly muscled ass already, but she spent lots of time there, too. As I had, she worked the oil down between my thighs and cradled my balls now tightly tucked into their sack. She oiled me up completely, sliding her hands and fingers along the base of my erection and all over my ass.

Then she got me to turn over.

I lay there as she had, the main difference being that I was pointing the way for her. My fully erect penis was pulsing and demanding attention, but Eva was a more controlled lover than that. She completely ignored the shaft that she’d so often played with and sucked on, the one that had been in her pussy dozens of times and even in her ass. Instead, she worked the oil into my chest and arms, down my legs pausing only slight to touch a finger to my pubic bone. Each time she came close to my cock it would jump almost on its own, and I felt the electric pulse that screamed to me that it needed more attention. Not yet.

Eventually, Eva had worked over all of me except for my cock. I knew what was going to happen now… but it didn’t. Eva did not take my cock in her hands and lubricate it. Instead, she knelt alongside me, sitting on her heels and she spurted oil all over her own chest and spread it liberally all over her breasts and tummy. then she knelt over me and covered my body with hers. Her soft breasts were crushed against my chest and she was sliding her body all over mine. Her tits glided along my tummy, bumped hard into my hard-on, but kept moving. She rubbed herself against my thighs and then back up to my chest. She even slid along my arms while holding my hands so they couldn’t do any exploration.

Eva kept us this body massage for a long time. Each time she travelled near my crotch she made sure to bump against my cock until I knew she was ready to make something happen. Eva worked herself into a position astride my thighs. From there she slid her hands along my torso and back down towards my pubes. She massaged oil into my sparse pubic hair then worked her hands slowly up the shaft of my cock. She did this very slowly, but never released me. Always she had at least one hand holding on to me, but mostly both hands working their way up towards my bulbous glans.

When she finally got there, Eva massaged it all by itself. She left one hand holding tight to the base of my cock while the other grasped and squeezed my cockhead. She was giving it a very special massage that only made me need to thrust at her, which I did.

Eventually, it was time she decided. Letting go of my cock completely, Eva slid up, and I mean slid, into position with her hips over my cock. Her mound was soaked in the oil, as was my meat — she’d made sure of it.

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