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My face is pressed closely to her sheets, my blush-covered cheeks just faintly grazing her white-cream toned sheets. I can feel her stalking behind me, creeping closer and closer with a predatory sense of pleasure. She is like a snake on the verge of striking, and I am her prey. I feel like a trembling, thoughtless mass of warmth just waiting to be constricted.

“How about we make this a little more interesting,” Florence muses, as though she hasn’t already launched a full fleet of surprises. She drags a solitary nail up and down my back, before correcting my position. I can feel the smooth, glossy finish on her nail as she traces the proper arch of my back. The sensation creates a feeling of weight bearing down on my own painted fingers and toes. The shallow hue of pink is sinking into me, pressuring my hands deeper into the mattress.

“Legs apart,” Florence orders. I obey. “Keep your face down. Don’t stop bending your back. You’re trying to show off your ass and nothing else. More. Relax your feet. Good.” She does some manhandling to make adjustments. “Perfect. Now hold still.”

She goes to get a toy from her closet, but I can’t see what it is. “Are you ready? We’re going to start with something small and then we’ll work our way up. It’ll only be a matter of time before you’re begging for my biggest toys.”

“Yeah, I think I’m good.”

“How many times am I going to have to remind you of the proper way of addressing your mistress?” Her tone is more teasing than scolding. “Try again.”

“Sorry,” I whisper, before obliging more loudly, “Yes mistress.”

“Better.” I feel my panties slide down to my knees. A sense of defenselessness overwhelms me, bringing an icy shiver spasming down my spine. She takes my cage between two fingers and jostles it back and forth, making the lock rattle. My member swells only to be stopped by tight plastic walls. It aches sex hikayeleri with the phantom sensation of her touch. The struggle gives the lock another delicate shake.

“You really want it, don’t you?” Her smirk is audible in her tone. “You just want me to let you out of your little cage. You want me to stroke your little cock. Maybe you want to cum all over my perfect tits. Or maybe you want to finish in my throat and watch my swallow.”

She pauses as I tremble with anticipation and the imagination runs wild. “But that’s not going to happen now, is it? You’re not my master and I’m not your dirty little girl. I’m your mistress and you’re going to be obey me like the submissive slut that you are. As long as we’re in this room, you belong to me.”

I don’t say anything. “Is that clear?” she presses.

“Yes mistress.”

“Good.”

Something smooth and hard enters me. I gasp as the first little micrometer successfully penetrates me. I don’t have time to recover before it’s shoved deeper inside me, and my gasp transforms into a moan. A strange sense of completeness unfurls inside of me.

“I can’t wait to see how you react to the bigger ones,” she murmurs as she withdraws. She takes things slowly, gradually pushing in and out of my ass with her dildo. I writhe as she makes the second push. A wave of motion travels down my back and echoes down my arms. I lose my grip on her sheets and my face plunges deeper into her sheets. My knees slide further to either side. My hands grope around the bed before clawing onto the bundled sheets once again. My face rises from the surface of the bed.

She pulls out. “Back in position. Face down, ass up.” I do my best to recompose myself. Face down. Arms to the sides. Back arched. Ass up.

“Not bad. Bring your ass up higher.” Her plastic shaft enters me again after I comply. I bury a whimper with porno hikayeleri teeth pressed harshly into my lower lip. She thrusts the toy deeper, pushing further and further until I feel its base slap against my ass. She shakes it slightly. The tender friction spreads throughout my asshole. The small, deep motions continue before she pulls out once again. I tremble, this time mindful not to lose my position.

“So what do you think? Do you want to try a bigger one or are you done?”

“I think I need a break for a minute,” I sputter.

“Sure,” she says with casual indifference. “Turn over, I’ll take care of you.”

I slump over to my side, making a light thump as my butt slams against the bed. Florence slithers up next to me and pets my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, “It was just a lot.”

“You’ll get used to it,” she rests another hand on my neck as she continues petting me. “I mean if you want to do it again, that is.” She leans in and kisses my forehead, transferring a sense of calm with the affectionate peck. “We can take things a little easier if you want.”

“No, no,” I insist, “I liked it. Something about it was really satisfying actually. I felt sort of complete, you know?”

She smiles at me, but it also strikes me that she’s marveling at me somehow. I wonder if she has the same expression when she watches the first brilliant wing break out of a chrysalis. I feel different in a way I can’t put into words.

“Sorry, that was kind of stupid.”

“No, it’s not,” she assures me, “I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself.” She kisses me again, this time on the cheek. “Which is good, because you make a really cute girl.” I blush under my makeup. A genuine sense of flattery stems from her comment. It makes me proud, but that feeling of pride only makes me feel more shame a moment later. She holds me. I have no idea for seks hikayeleri how long, I lose myself in her comfort.

“Ready to go again?” she asks, sending me stumbling back into time.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Cutie,” she grins, “You can stay where you are, just pull your legs up.” She grabs her strap-on, replacing her first instrument with a slightly larger one as I arrange myself. In a matter of moments, she’s towering over me. After applying a healthy dose of lube, she starts again. I feel the increase of girth immediately. The tight ring of my asshole struggles against the dildo for a brief moment before surrendering. I feel it open wider to allow the entire plastic shaft inside of me.

She builds up speed this time, starting with the same gentle rhythm as the first toy before hitting her stride. Her lips pressed into mine, partially muting me just as a whimper escaped. She takes my hands in hers and forces them down as her toy continues to work more and more eagerly. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?”

I can only admit a whine in response as she keeps fucking me. My face is burning up in a frenzied tide of blush. My lips contort, forming silent o’s and f’s. “Yes mistress. I’m you’re good little slut. I’m your little whore.”

She doesn’t relent until my flaccid cock twitches and trembles as my whole body lights up in an unfamiliar, but orgasmic surge. A tiny sliver of white cum trickles from the head of my cock, leaking down along the outside of my cage.

Florence takes on an amused look. “I didn’t see that coming. Here, you’ve earned this.” She brings her face down to my groin and drags her tongue along the surface of the cage. She lets the cum linger on her tongue long enough to bring her head up and show me. I watch wide-eyed as she swallows. “You’re lucky I’m such a bad mistress. I should have had you clean yourself up.”

“It’s still the same deal as before,” she continues, “Keep it on until tomorrow and I’ll give you a blowjob. If you wear your panties too, then I’ll swallow again. Is that fair?”

“It’s a deal,” I say, before adding “mistress” with a sly look.

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The day after our orgy on Valentine’s Day my wife, Lorraine and I slept for a few hours before we had brunch with other nudists/swingers next to the large crystal clear pool. Although everyone was naked, no one had enough energy left to fuck or even engage someone in serious conversation. We ate in silence.

After our hearty meal of cold meats and various salads some life returned to my weary brain and flaccid penis. I looked around our table and introduced myself to Lee-Ann, a beautiful twenty-something woman, with long blond hair, pointed breasts and protruding pussy lips. Her muscled boyfriend, John, was also blond with an eight-inch penis. When I turned to the woman next to John I had to do a double take. She was the exact duplicate of Lee-Ann.

The woman pushed her hand in my direction. “Hi, I’m Jo-Ann, Lee-Ann’s almost identical twin.” She opened her legs to show me her shaved pussy. Her cunt lips were neatly folded in a small slit, hiding most of her shy clitoris. John had a self-satisfying grin on his tanned face. Lucky bastard, I thought. Getting two for the price of one. Jo-Ann leaned over and kissed Lorraine on her open lips. I saw her insert her tongue in Lorraine’s mouth. My wife sucked it and fondled Jo-Ann’s breasts.

I had to tear my gaze away from the unfolding sexy scene because I heard a soft moan on my right. Next to me sat Fred, a fit-looking fifty-year-old with his much younger brunette wife Karien masturbating his thick seven-inch cock. Fred’s eyes were closed in throws of ecstasy. Karen took my hand and put it on Fred’s warm dick to continue giving him pleasure. She bent over Fred to kiss me. When her large breasts swung past his face, he immediately started to lick and suck on her nipples.

John suggested we all go for a swim in the pool before we get better acquainted. Fred wasn’t too happy when I let go of his stiff cock to join the others in the water. We splashed around for a short while before my wife and Jo-Ann continued where they left off.

Jo-Ann had Lorraine sat on the side of the pool with her legs spread wide open. She dropped her head to my wife’s pussy and started to lick her clit. My cock responded to this erotic sight, by coming to attention, announcing to the world that his life had been fully restored and that he also needed attention. I got behind Jo-Ann and caressed her slit from her clit to her anus. She wasn’t even aware of my attention because she climbed out of the pool, led my wife to a deckchair and started finger-fucking Lorraine’s cunt.

Lee-Ann joined her sister and planted small kisses on my wife’s face and her neck, sucked on her nipples, and drew a wet trail with her tongue over Lorraine’s flat stomach to her bald pussy. Jo-Ann in the meantime twirled her tongue in Lorraine’s vagina, lapping up her pussy cream. The two sisters’ mouths met at Lorraine’s clit. They exchanged my wife’s nectar and continued to fuck my wife and each other.

Fred joined the threesome and stuck his cock in Lorraine’s empty mouth. She grabbed it with both hands, caressed his balls and lapped his dickhead like a lolly. My wife is a master when it comes to giving head and soon Fred was happily moaning away in sexual pleasure.

My own cock was bursting with pride and arousal. Before I knew it both Karien and John had their mouths around my sensitive prick. They had different techniques but the result was sensational. Karien twirled her tongue around my cockhead and played with the slit. John sucked on my balls and inserted a finger in my anus. My body quivered with pleasure and I had to muster all my control not to come. I didn’t want to spill my seed without first inserting my pleasure pole in a woman’s cunt. I gently pushed their bobbing heads away and took Karien to a large towel on the grass. We positioned ourselves into a 69 with her lying on top. I quickly played with her protruding clit and spread her pussy lips apart to reach her pink inner sanctum with my tongue. Karien was giving me a wonderful blowjob, slurping up my precum.

The sun seemed to disappear when John stood above us. He got down on his knees between Karien’s legs, just above my head. His intentions were obvious; he wanted to fuck Karien from behind. He first pointed his enormous cock at my face, indicating that I must lubricate it. There is nothing as erotic as a cock and a cunt waiting for me to pleasure them. I am not gay or bi, just a horny man who likes the combination of cock and pussy. Dropping my head backwards I took his manhood down my throat without gagging. My jaw worked overtime sucking on John’s dick.

I felt betrayed when he pulled it out and inserted it in Karien’s soppy cunt. The feeling quickly disappeared when John’s hairless balls hit my head while I flicked my tongue over Karien’s engorged clit. Their sex juices flowed sex hikayeleri freely into my mouth. I even managed to taste Karien’s juices by licking off John’s cock.

“I want you both inside me,” said Karien and maneuvered around so that she could be on top of John, who was still fucking her hot love canal. I got the message and used their sex juices to prepare my cock. Spreading her asscheeks I slowly pushed my dickhead into her backdoor. She was tight at first but John’s continued fucking loosened her a little and I could push all the way in. We worked her orifices like two pistons, rubbing our cocks against each other inside her.

I glanced around to see what Lorraine has been up to. The twins had a double dildo in their pussies, fucking each other. Lorraine was astride Fred riding his pole so hard her tits bobbed up and down. I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone had to let go.

Banging their pussies together, the twins were enjoying each other so much that they came first, and then the rest of us came in quick succession. We all collapsed on the grass under the scorching African sun.’

The hour before sunset was magical. The rays of the sun spread its golden arrows across the sky, turning the green world into a hazy blue. Lorraine and I spent those moments alone on a hilltop, overlooking the resort. She sat naked between my legs, resting her back on my bare chest. I lazily caressed her clit, whispering sweet love words in her ear. We had to take a rest from all the fucking. My poor dick was red from all the attention and Lorraine’s pussy was very sensitive.

It wasn’t long before her juices lubricated her vulva again. Her soft moaning and her naked asscheeks against my penis reinvigorated my willingness for another round of lovemaking. The natural beauty around us and our own nudity made me feel vulnerable. From that moment on I felt at peace and one with nature. A small cry from Lorraine brought me back to the present. She was having an orgasm. Maybe she also experienced that precious moment.

She turned around and we kissed, without haste, just tender loving care.

“Are you happy, darling?” she asked, swinging her legs over mine to sit on my lap, facing me. My penis head touched her wet slit and I could feel her nectar dripping onto my cock.

“Afterwards, when the twins lapped Fred’s cum from your pussy, I thought I would come again. It was so beautiful.” My dickhead was already at the entrance of her vagina, asking permission to enter. She opened the door by lowering herself onto my manhood and started to massage me with her pussy muscles. We didn’t move. It was just her interior working, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. It drove me insane with desire and pleasure. I shot my load into her as the sun set behind the mountains.

The next morning we went for a game walk. Piet and Marie, the owners of the resort, divided the twenty or so couples into eight groups. The partners were split so that we could experience other people. I joined Marie’s group with Lee-Ann, Gerald, a tall Englishman and Joy, a beautiful redhead. We had to wear hats and shoes. The first ten minutes of the walk was a chaotic affair. We didn’t know where to step, in what order to walk or what to look for. Marie was patient and had Gerald walk behind her, followed by Lee-Ann, then Joy with me bringing up the rear. I didn’t mind watching Joy’s rear end. Her asscheeks were firm and inviting, and as she walked I had glimpses of her pussy slit.

I walked around with a hard-on the whole morning and missed seeing a kudu, a large buck darting across our path. I did get a fleeting look at giraffe disappearing behind tall trees. But when the group suddenly stopped for a small herd of elephants I walked straight into Joy with my cock slipping between her asscheeks over her wet cunt to bump against her clitoris.

My first embarrassed thought was to withdraw and pray for her forgiveness, but she didn’t turn around to slap me. She just moved her hips backwards, took my cock in her hand and inserted it into her pussy. I slowly fucked her while everyone’s attention was on the elephants. I snaked my arm around her waist and played with her clit while I pumped away. The elephants were grazing on a Mopani tree they pushed over less than an hour ago, or so Marie whispered to the group without taking her eyes off the animals.

I didn’t care if they had lunch in Central Park. I was enjoying fucking Joy and judging from her soft moans and shaking body, she felt the same way. I could feel her orgasm starting in her abdomen, rushing through her torso to whip back to her pussy. I was also on the verge of shooting my load when she turned around, dropped to her knees in time to close her mouth on my cock. She swallowed every drop of my cum.

The porno hikayeleri group gave soft whispers of approval for what I thought were for the elephants. When I opened my eyes they were staring at us. Gerald’s cock was stiff as a rod and the women had naughty smiles on their faces.

“Before you scare away all the animals with your fucking, we better find a spot we can enjoy each other in peace,” said Marie and led us to a secluded picnic spot they must have prepared earlier that morning. Large blankets were spread out under a huge tree with cushions scattered around. Marie removed a basket from behind the tree and took out light meals, drinks and fresh fruit for us to feast on.

Lee-Ann came up to me, sat back on a cushion and spread her legs wide open and smeared her pussy with the flesh of a banana, before she pushed the rest inside her fuck hole. I didn’t need another invitation and dropped between her legs and proceeded to eat my meal from her cunt. I scooped every morsel from between her protruding pussy lips and sucked on her clitoris. I fucked her with my tongue, extracting the last piece of banana from her love canal.

I saw Marie sat on Lee-Ann’s face to get a similar treatment I was giving Lee-Ann. Joy sucked on Gerald’s cock while he poured fresh juice on his dick. I moved my face from between Lee-Ann’s legs over her slim body to her face and Marie’s asshole. I inserted my cock in Lee-Ann’s wet pussy and started to fuck her. Then I gently pushed Marie on all fours for better access to her sex. Lee-Ann’s and my tongue met at the base of Marie’s vulva. We lapped the nectar dripping from her pink pussy, tasting her sweetness. I increased the speed of my fucking and I could feel Lee-Ann tightening her pussy muscles to increase the friction for both of us.

I became a sensitive cock, my tongue and nose giving pleasure to Marie while my dick and hands pleasured Lee-Ann. I received exquisite pleasure throughout my whole body. We even swapped around with me on my back, Marie riding my manhood and Lee-Ann sitting on my face.

Again I realized how much I love sex. I love the sweet taste of pussy juice, the softness of a woman’s breasts, the firmness of her thighs, the roundness of her buttocks and the velvety warmness of her pussy. I also love to feel someone’s tongue on my cock just before I explode. Being in nature enhanced these feelings and when I looked around me at the mini-orgy, I was happy. I hoped that Lorraine was enjoying herself as much as I did, and from what she told me later, she also had a blast.

When we changed positions again Joy and Gerald had joined us.

“Why don’t you two men show us how to suck cock,” said Lee-Ann.

“I think there is nothing wrong with any of your techniques,” said I, still lapping Lee-Ann’s pussy.

“Come on, Gerald,” insisted Joy. “Let’s see if he can make you come.”

Gerald, with his dick in his hands, reluctantly moved to where I was between Lee-Ann’s legs. The women made a circle around us. I got on my knees before Gerald and slowly took his long, thick penis in my hand. I pulled back the foreskin over his glands and slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft. I did the tongue tip test and tasted Joy’s pussy on his dickhead. I first licked off all the evidence of her juice and kissed his head, pushing the tip of my pointed tongue into his cock’s eye.

“How come you English and South African men are not afraid to play with another man’s dick,” I heard Joy asked Gerald.

“What do you think we do after games?” came the breathless answer from Gerald. I took his erection in my mouth and started to suck on it before he could finish the rest of his answer. I took his balls in my hand and pushed a finger in his bum hole. He shook like a palm tree in the wind when he came. The women pushed me back to catch his cum on the titties.

After Gerald collapsed they licked the cum of each other. I stood up waving my stiff rod around. “What about him?” I asked. They smiled and after showing me their techniques, I had to admit that they all passed the oral exam with flying colors.

All eight groups got back to the resort with wonderful erotic stories to tell. We were all smiles. I saw my wife walking hand in hand with another woman. Lorraine introduced her tall pale lover with long raven black hair and dark eyes, as Jade. I was smitten with this goddess but also very apprehensive. Darkness lay buried beneath the surface of this beauty. The two nipple rings and the ring in her clitoris must have had something to do with my assessment of this dark beauty. Our orgy holiday took a turn into an unknown world.

Marie welcomed everyone back and prompted us to clean up, get a bit of rest and put on the items we would find on our beds. On the way to our room Lorraine told me about seks hikayeleri their sexcapades in the bush.

“Jade loves playing dominating games with her lovers,” whispered Lorraine in my ear, as if afraid Jade might hear. “She wants you to be her slave tonight.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I could see that Lorraine wasn’t joking and felt an exciting dread creeping up my naked spine. Our sex up to that point could’ve been described as vanilla orgies, nothing serious, just fucking. We were in for a major attitude adjustment and change in definition of what sex is.

The stuff on our bed was something I would never have considered as part of my sexual toys. There were two full leather masks that could be turned into blindfolds. There were also openings for our mouths. A strange device with a small dildo and a cockring waited for me on my side of the bed. Larraine had a black spandex bodysuit, boots and leather gloves waiting for her. There was also a set of leather handcuffs on my bed.

We quickly showered and prepared for the evening. I covered Lorraine’s naked body with talcum powder and then helped her to get her into the suit. Next came her boots and her long gloves. She presented an image of a perverse erotic slut. Her breasts stuck through two wholes in the suit and her naked pussy was pushed out, spreading her pink cunt open like a gaping fish. The suit’s leggings ended midway down her thighs.

My own device was something different. I had to insert the dildo in my anus and when my penis was erect I had to pull the cockring over my shaft and balls. It fastened around my waist. A silver chain attached the contraption to my mask and because it wasn’t long enough I had to walk with my head bent down. Lorraine cuffed my hands behind my back and pulled me behind her on another chain attached to the cockring. What a pair we made!

We arrived promptly at nine at the venue for the evening’s festivities. Only ten couples were invited to participate in the evening’s debauchery. Jade dominated the area with her presence. She was dressed in a long black cape, a facemask and boots. Drum music built to a crescendo and when it reached its peak, Jade threw open her cape to reveal her nakedness underneath.

A silver chain attached her two nipple rings to the ring through her clit. Every time she stretched or moved her torso, the chain pulled on her clit, exposing the soft pinkness of her pussy. Her nipples and her outer pussy lips were painted black. The dark red pouting lips of her mouth resembled blood.

All the participants were made to kneel before the Dark Goddess. I looked around and saw the other couples standing around. Were they to be the audience or what? We were never given a choice, but maybe Piet and Marie knew we would like new sexual adventures.

When Jade took her seat on the ‘throne’, I was to be the first ‘sacrifice’ on the altar of love. A hooded man, and judging from the size of his penis, must have been Piet, led me by my chain to the center. He unhooked my chains and pushed me down before Jade who had her legs wide open. I could see her pink vulva winking at me from between the blackness of her outer lips.

Piet removed my butt plug and replaced it with his cock. He pushed my face closer to Jade’s pussy.

“Pleasure me, slave,” came a voice from behind the mask. I flattened my tongue and licked the full length of her slit till her nectar mixed with my saliva. With utmost care, I let my tongue play with her clit ring, using it as friction on her shaft. Meanwhile Piet has filled my backdoor with his beautiful cock and pumped away. He gripped my mask to prevent me from bumping into Jade’s pussy. With each thrust, Piet smacked my bare bottom with a strap. Pain and pleasure flooded my sex-filled senses. With my hands still cuffed behind my back I couldn’t touch my cock. I longed for release.

Through my own painful/pleasure filled haze, I became aware that the male members of the audience were fucking Lorraine.

Then every leather-clad swinger had a turn to fuck my ass. The women with their strap-on dildos pounded my behind the hardest. Then Lorraine stepped in front of me. Her pussy was dripping with cum. I had to clean her out with my tongue. I swallowed every drop of the cum.

What seemed like an eternity, and being fucked by the whole of South Africa, I had my release when I was given permission to enter Jade’s cunt. After every thrust Lorraine smacked my asscheeks with the leather strap as punishment for fucking the goddess. The pleasure of being inside the contracting velvet cunt coupled with the exquisite pain of the strap caused a sensation I’ve never experienced before. A blinding light flashed before my eyes before I convulsed in an uncontrollable spasm. I shot my load, wave after wave, into Jade, the Goddess.

For the rest of the evening and I was in a kind of surreal dream world. Since being back in the good old USA, Lorraine and I had time to reminisce about our experiences in South Africa. We were also looking forward to new sexual adventures.

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Gym Class Heroes
(feat. Ryan Tedder)
* “Just waking up in the morning
And to be well,
Quite honest with ya,
I ain’t really sleep well
Ya ever feel like your train of thought’s been derailed?
That’s when you press on – Lee nails
Half the population’s just waitin to see me fail
Yeah right, you’re better off trying to freeze hell
Some of us do it for the females
And others do it for the retail”*

Westley Elwes rubbed his eyes and debated getting out of bed. He’d had another night of restless sleep, first having trouble falling asleep, and then having trouble staying asleep. He’d once read that having trouble falling asleep was due to anxiety, and trouble staying asleep was due to depression. So, great he had both then… He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. A quick shampoo, soap up and rinse and he hopped out. Another day of school, another 3 months until he graduated, and then he could drag his depression to another state. He sighed, pulled on a pair of scrubs, grabbed his backpack and ran out the door to get to class.

It was hard to believe only a few months ago he’d been feeling better about his life in general, had a good start on a career he’d waited for all his life, had a great friend he lived with, and he could feel the fog of his depression lifting. Westley had known that he was gay from an early age. His parents weren’t religious, just obvious racists and homophobes, even being raised in a more northern state. He was terrified of coming out to his parents, and really, he’d never been much of a talker anyway, so he just avoided it. As a veterinarian after graduation he wasn’t sure if he could be ‘out’ anyway, depending on where he got a job, so he figured it was just best to hide it and deny it. But the worst thing happened. His best friend found out, and now he had a permanent reminder he was gay. It was then Westley had decided he needed to keep quiet unless he was going to live with another person, then it was probably best to get it out in the open.

He arrived home too tired to care about food, so he just went to bed, took his clothes off and fell into a restless sleep. It felt like he’d just closed his eyes when his phone rang.

“Hello?” He said drowsily.

“Westley? Did I wake you up? It’s only 8pm” His mom said.

“Long day…”

“Okay, well, sweetheart Daddy’s in the hospital again, we still haven’t figured out what’s going on. He’s scheduled to see a specialist tomorrow. Did you want to come down? Will you have time?”

Westley pulled out his Friday schedule to look it over. He had a lab early in the morning, but after that he was free.

“What time is Dad’s appointment? I have a lab until 9am.”

“Oh good, it’s actually not until 1pm. We can do lunch tomorrow if you’re able to get here before that. I’ll let you go back to sleep, call me if you have any questions or problems, okay?”

“Okay Mom.” Westley sex hikayeleri hung up the phone and rolled back over. Now he probably wasn’t going to get any sleep. His dad had been ill for quite some time, on and off. Usually it started with back pain, seemingly innocent enough. It had progressed now to the last time he saw his dad, it was obvious he’d lost weight, complained of feeling cold all the time, and was tired and napping a lot. His general practitioner had run some bloodwork, but it was normal other then slightly increased blood glucose. Of course his mom didn’t explain a lot of things well either, so Westley was unsure how much she couldn’t remember or wasn’t telling him. He packed an overnight bag and threw it next to the door to grab in the morning.

Westley was startled awake by Ryan, his best friend and roommate shaking him awake.

“What the fuck dude…” Westley muttered sitting up.

“You gay?”

“What?”

“I heard a rumor that you’re queer, is that right?”

“Yeah dude, is that a problem?”

“You lied to me this whole time?! You been queering on me?” Ryan yelled.

“No dude. I don’t even… I haven’t even told anybody because I don’t want to be this way.”

“Really? Is that why Brad said he saw you checking me out?”

“Dude, I don’t check anybody out, I keep to myself you know that.”

“I don’t. I really don’t, and I don’t care either. I think you’re a lying piece of shit that needs to be reminded he’s an abomination.” Ryan slammed his head back into the headboard of the bed. Westley threw his hands up to protect his head, but Ryan pulled him down off the bed and started to kick him mercilessly. Since Westley was a smaller guy at 5’5, he didn’t have much to defend himself against Ryan who was a 6′ tall football player. Sure Westley worked out, but he’d never survive this brutal attach. As that dawned on him, he realized maybe it was for the best. He’d never be able to be himself, and he’d never be anything but an abomination like Ryan said. He stopped trying to fight Ryan. He gave up on life.

“Get up you queer and fight me! Fight me goddamn it, otherwise I think you like it rough!!” Ryan yelled. Westley shook his head.

“Fucker…” Ryan picked him up and threw him onto the bed. Westley wanted to die, but he didn’t want to hurt anymore, and curling up on his left side alleviated the pain a bit. Ryan grabbed a letter opener from his desk.

“I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re an abomination so you can never hope to live a normal life…” Ryan touched the blunt blade to his tender thigh. The alarm blaring shocked Westley out of his flashback nightmare. He dragged himself out of bed, showered, shaved and got ready for his class. It seemed the lab on radiograph technique seemed to drag on and on. Finally they were released and he started the 2 hour drive across Ohio to get to the internal medicine specialist close porno hikayeleri to Cleveland.

Westley held his mom as she cried. The doctor had come out of the room to tell them the results of the preliminary tests they’d run on his dad. It wasn’t good news.

“Basically, we suspect that it’s some form of pancreatic cancer. We’ll need to verify it with biopsy and CT scan. But considering the factors, his age, his race, symptoms and the bloodwork results today, we’re leaning toward this diagnosis. If this is what it is, we’ll need to get him treatment as soon as possible. I know this is a shock, but we do have a cancer specialist in our network I’d like to refer you to. Do you want a few moments to think this over before we go tell your husband?”

“Please. I should compose myself as much as possible before we go in there.”

Westley was in shock. He didn’t know much about pancreatic cancer, but from what he’d read about Patrick Swayze he knew the prognosis wasn’t good.

“Do you want to come in with me?” His mom asked.

“I…” Westley was speechless.

“Here, sweetheart, go get a soda. I’ll be with him for the doctors to tell him, you can pop in after a bit. I know this is hard. We have to be strong for him.”

Westley nodded. He waited a few minutes then went into the room. He watched with almost disinterest as his parents wept together. The doctor had told them the diagnosis, but his dad had asked more questions then he and his mom had. And with each question, it got worse and worse. Westley wasn’t sure he was comprehending it much, but knew now that of all the cancers his dad could have, this might be the worse. Basically, his dad was looking at a 6-10 month life expectancy if the cancer had spread, otherwise, best case scenario with extensive treatment, 5 years. Westley was overwhelmed.

The week seemed to drag on and on. His mom called him with updates regularly, but Westley couldn’t seem to focus on anything, not even his classes. He could tell that he wasn’t taking care of himself either, he really couldn’t remember eating anything within the last day or so, and nothing really substantial since his dad’s diagnosis. Westley’s phone rang late Thursday, a classmate letting him know the lab class on Friday was cancelled due to a family emergency on the instructors side. Westley knew he should go visit his dad, but he couldn’t handle it right now. And he didn’t really have friends around here to hang out with. At that thought he realized he could call Michael, the drive to Madison would take about 9 hours he figured, but hell, it might be worth it if Michael would be willing to see him. He called Michael, but didn’t explain what was going on. He wasn’t a talker, but he needed to be around somebody, otherwise he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Michael was more than happy to have Westley visit, but told him his boyfriend Daniel was going to be there. Westley wasn’t thrilled seks hikayeleri about that, but he just wanted to not be alone, so he guessed he’d tolerate meeting the boyfriend. Which Michael calling Daniel his boyfriend was new too and almost made Westley more depressed. Still, he couldn’t be alone.

Westley made the drive to Madison in record time and pulled up to Michael’s apartment around 630pm. He walked up to the door and buzzed the number Michael told him to.

“Hello?” A fuzzy voice came over the intercom.

“Hey, Michael? It’s Westley.”

“Hey Wes, I’ll be down to let you in.”

Westley waited patiently, and in 30 seconds the door swung open, almost hitting him.

“Come on in. Daniel should be here shortly.”

Westley followed him up the stairs and into the small apartment. It was nicer then a dorm room that was for sure.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Michael said. Just as Westley sat down on the couch, the door buzzed again.

“Oh, that’s Daniel. Wait here.”

Westley looked at his fingernails, then picked at a piece of loose rubber on his shoe waiting for the two to come upstairs.

Daniel walked in and eyed him up. Westley did the same, and realized Michael would never want to pick a tiny guy like him over a lean, muscular cute guy like Daniel. Westley sighed internally. The only hope he had was if Daniel screwed up, or made Michael wait too long to have a relationship. He stood up and went over to shake Daniel’s hand.

“Nice to finally meet you.” Daniel said to him politely.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Westley said, almost too sweetly.

The men all discussed food, and it was decided to order Chinese. Daniel went into the kitchen to get them all beers, but returned with only two. Westley was confused at first, but Daniel explained Michael only had two in the fridge. Michael volunteered to run to the closest gas station to pick up more while they waited for food. Westley was stuck alone with Daniel. He admitted to himself he didn’t hate Daniel, he just was jealous. And not really jealous of Daniel per se, but of the seemingly easy relationship he had with Michael. Westley thought that most of that was due to how laid back Michael was, and again had the thought that if Daniel screwed up, he’d be first in line to pick up the pieces. Forget the issues with coming out and all, he would want the man in his life. After some stilted conversation, Daniel pushed for Westley to say what he was thinking. Westley confessed his thoughts,

“You screw up, I’ll be right there to pick up the pieces.”

Daniel had agreed, but made it clear he wanted Michael in his life enough to fight for him.

The rest of the evening had gone well, and after watching a movie, Westley was ready for bed. He took over the spare bed, and listened to Daniel wake up Michael enough to get him to bed, where they started to snore together. Westley felt some tears escape before he could squash them back down. He needed a Michael of his own. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to make it through his father’s death. As much as they didn’t see eye to eye, he loved his dad, and he wasn’t strong enough to let him go yet.

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I replayed the events of the day in my mind as I drove home. When I arrived, safe within the garage, I just sat in the car. I’ve never been shy. Not in social, or in physical, contexts. But this was crazy, even for me. ??

——-??

Earlier …??

It is, of course, unfair to expect anyone — let alone a college student — to drop everything they are doing to spend time with a visitor. Because I know this, I plan activities each time I visit my daughter at school. One of my favorite activities is a campus tour, and not just because I love the campus, but also because each tour guide has their own unique style.

Today’s guide would have been perfect even if he didn’t have a winning personality. But he did, and that just made the tour all the more fun for everyone. I was by myself, but most of the 20 or so other members of the group came either with a spouse or with a child. The tour guide, too, brought a friend, although it looked like he was training him to eventually run his own tours.

The tour guide and his friend kept me involved, probably because I was alone, and not because of how I looked. The New England Fall can be wonderfully chilly, and I was dressed to combat this. I wore a snug Victoria’s Secret cableknit sweater, its gold color working well with my hazel eyes and reddish blonde hair. My jeans, too, were snug, but I am proud that in my 40’s I can still fit into a size 6. Given that I was attracting attention, I wished I had worn boots, but alas I had chosen to wear sneakers.

In sneakers, jeans, a sweater, and — God forgive me — a Red Sox cap, and with only earth tone make-up, my 5’6″ frame held no mystery, no mystique. I was simply someone’s Mom on a campus tour. If I had known that two tall, fit, and charming young men would shower me with stolen glances and bathe me in polite flirtation, I would have dressed for their imaginations. Life, as sweet as it is, often stumbles from one missed opportunity to the next.

The tour progressed as usual, from discussions of admission policies, through a description of the mascot, and eventually to the library. The library itself was mostly unremarkable, but the view from the roof was wonderful. Here the group gazed upon the city, thankful that the campus was close enough to enjoy it, but far enough away to feel private. This part of the tour always reminds me of why my daughter loves it here.

Standing now, next to the guide’s friend, our leader spoke. “Although the view from here is impressive, you should know that the library is also pretty great. It’s almost always open, has a huge collection distributed over multiple floors, and even has private study rooms.”??

I whispered to his friend. “The library is just for studying, right? Rumors of undergrads hooking-up aren’t true, are they?”

He looked back at me, smiled and whispered his response. “Miss, rumors usually exist because there is some truth to them. Believe me, I know.”

The combination of his smile and eye contact left me wondering about these last four words. Was he suggesting that people do have fun in the stacks, or was he speaking to a different rumor? My mind, which never strays too far from the physical, played with these thoughts.

Even if unintended, imagining the sexual prowess of a 20-year-old African-American undergraduate made the remainder of the tour all that much more enjoyable. My fantasies ran from the simple to the complex, and I accepted each thought with the joy it deserved. As the tour ended and the group dissolved, I was so deep into a fantasy that I didn’t see them approach.

“Hi, I hope you liked the tour. James told me that you had some interest in the library.”??I’m sure that I blushed immediately. “I wished James hadn’t!”??

“Aw, I wouldn’t be pissed at him. He’s just a friendly guy. I am too, you know? Call me, Roger.”??The three of us now seemed to be forming our own, small group. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay. “It’s been nice meeting you guys. The tour was fantastic.”

Roger shook his head, smiled, and chastised me. “So unfair! Don’t you even want to tell us your name?”??

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Sandy.” I chose Sandy, although I normally prefer Sandra, because the former seemed more informal.

“Its nice to meet you, Sandy. James and I have some time, you know, if you want a private tour of the library.”??There was no doubting Roger’s intent, and the look on James’ face suggested no timidity. My heart raced, but I had to decline.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got an appointment in 15 minutes.” I felt it uniquely inappropriate to mention that I was meeting my daughter for lunch.

My words barely slowed him. “How about later then? I’d be a horrible guide if I let you leave here without satisfying all of your questions.”??

I was shocked by what I heard next, but my mouth seemed to move without permission from my mind. “OK. Yes. I’d like that.” The boys seemed very pleased as we made plans to meet later.

——-?

Lunch was a pleasant, and short, which seemed fine with sex hikayeleri my daughter. We get to see each other frequently, given how close our home is to the campus. After saying our goodbyes, I was hurried home, fully intent on returning to keep my appointment. ??

The image of the boys stayed with me the whole trip. The two dressed similarly in brown khakis, blue college jerseys, and dress shoes. But there were differences. James at maybe 6’2″ was just an inch or two shorter than Roger, and while muscular, was also less overtly athletic than him.

James’ hair was buzz cut, while Roger’s head was shaved clean. Their color, too, was different. If they were edible, James would be milk chocolate and Roger dark chocolate. They certainly looked tasty to me!

Thankfully the trip from route 60 to route 93N was uneventful, and traffic on 93 is never challenging in the early afternoon — not even at the exits for 95. I reached 495 in record time, got off at route 28, and made it home without incident.

I would make it back to campus at 7:30 sharp, but before then I needed to get ready. Life is long, but that doesn’t mean that an endless supply of opportunities awaits us. When you decide to seize an opportunity, you should give yourself to it completely, and treat it with respect.

You must also treat those that you love with respect, and thus this was risky, even for me. The boys could never know my last name, and no one on campus could recognize me. If those two requirements were met, then my daughter would remain blissfully ignorant.

I doubt very much that the boys are interested in my true identity, but still I would leave my ID and license in the car. That would be the easy part. The harder part would be avoiding detection in the library, but I hoped that a combination of Roger and James’ eagerness to please and my cleverness with attire would be sufficient.

And it needed to be! Making love with a younger man is always exciting, and the few black men that I have been intimate with have shown themselves to truly understand my body. But having two young black men at the same time may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was certainly not an opportunity that I could pass by.

Neither was it an opportunity without a template, a framework. The stereotype of dominant black men and willingly submissive white women — often a married white woman — is well known. Playing that role, however, was a stretch for me. I am not submissive by nature, nor do I easily accept cartoonish stereotypes. But I had never been in a threesome, so perhaps tonight was the ideal time to fully submit to expectations.

Indeed, what were my expectations? I dismissed the possibility that the encounter wouldn’t happen — the boys seemed too interested. I similarly rejected the notion that the evening would be relatively tame. But what would happen when we were alone? Would it be fast or slow? How would I handle them, would I handle them at all, or would I simply follow directions?

And although embarrassed to admit it, I also wondered about their size. The passion of the moment would render most any size perfect, but I was focused on stereotypes. I was focused on this fantasy. Could I handle two, extremely motivated, *large* men?

As long as the answer to that question was at least a willingness to try, then I knew the night could go forward. I pondered the question for just a moment before laughing. I’d be more than willing to try two well-endowed hot young men! In fact, I was hoping for it.

Once I had decided to give myself freely, and willingly, to the fantasy, the preparation process revealed itself. I shaved in the shower, and then took a long, hot bath. I seeped in water graced with bath oil, allowing hints of rose and jasmine to enter my pores. ??

My nails, medium in length, and recently manicured, already had the look I desired, but still I added a fresh clear coat over my French manicure. Attention to detail is always appreciated, and I was about to add a very interesting detail. Long since divorced, my left ring finger is typically unadorned. ??

Tonight, however, I would give my suitors a sense, perhaps subconsciously, of conquest. Although divorced, I still had my wedding ring, but I believed it to be too small. Instead I chose to wear a mimic, a wedding ring set with a 5.0-carat cubic zirconia as the centerpiece. ??

I finished getting dressed and looked at myself in a full-length mirror. My hands looked expensive, and pampered. My body smelt of luxury. My hair, shoulder length, appeared playful, and sexy. My dress, black as night, hugged the curves of my body. With its plunging neckline, its delicate spaghetti straps, its pleats and subtle ruffles, and its asymmetric hem resting barely below my butt, my availability would be understood.?

My calf high boots, too, indicated availability, but also hinted at power. The black suede leather matched my dress, the buckle and strap matched my ring, and the 4″ heels matched my hopes. Smokey black eye shadow helped reveal porno hikayeleri the green in my hazel eyes, light rouge suggested youth, and crimson red lipstick showed my need. I would not be ignored.

Before leaving the house, however, I need to wrap the gift that was my body. I hid my dress with a long grey sweater coat, and shielded much of my face with a matching oversized floppy terry cloth hat. I collected my sunglasses as I headed to the car, but was unsure if wearing them at night would draw too much attention to myself. I needed to remain anonymous. ??

——-??

The drive to campus was easy, and fast, but because of my racing heart the trip seemed to take forever. I parked, far from my daughter’s apartment, behind West Hall. The campus, reasonably dark and quiet, provided comfort as I walked toward the library. I paused, only momentarily, as I passed Goddard Chapel. The Lord and I had long since come to an agreement regarding my Earthly needs, and I felt her acceptance as I passed.?

Roger and James, leaning upon a concrete wall, were waiting for me on a platform between sets of stairs. They had also decided to come dressed in costume, theirs with a decidedly more urban feel. ??

James wore a dark pullover hoodie, baggy jeans, and construction boots. Roger also wore untied construction boots and a dark hoodie, but his zippered in the front. The zipper was open which allowed me to view his muscular chest from beneath his white tank top. He also wore sweatpants, which seemed appropriate somehow.??

They didn’t recognize me at first, which didn’t disappoint me. I was considerably taller in these boots, and was dressed to be unrecognizable. The transformation they had undergone was equally dramatic. I was curious how they would respond to me, and I was surprised how I responded to them: I felt safe.??

“Hey guys, I’m happy to see you!”??

“Sandy? Damn girl, I thought you might back out.”??

“I might still, OK? I really can’t be seen. That would be a nightmare for me.”??

Roger calmed my concerns, and James nodded in agreement. “Listen girl, the semester is only two weeks old, and it’s a Thursday night. The library is going to be dead.” That made me feel immediately better, but he went on. “And no one checks IDs at the door. But look, there are a few places in the library we could go. The safest place may not be the most romantic. You cool with that?”??

I shook my head yes, and Roger and James, on either side of me, shepherded me into the library. We entered the door furthest from the circulation desk, walked past a large reading room and a hallway, and took a right down a flight of stairs. The stairway bifurcated and we stayed to the left. Once we reached the floor, we took a right, walked through a set of glass doors, and entered the stacks. ??

We walked forward, between bookshelves, until we reached a corroder. There we took a left, walked past many empty desks, and reached the door for another set of stairs. We entered the stairway, went down a flight to the ground floor, entered a room with movable stacks. Then we took a right, and walked the length of the building. We did all of this in silence and I never saw another person.??

Roger stopped by the men’s room, looked me in the eye, and spoke. “I told you it wasn’t romantic, but it’s safe. This OK?” I smiled at his question. I was quite relieved that he cared about my feelings, so I accepted his solution. James entered first, and when he saw that no one was in there, he motioned for us to join him.??

The bathroom was not romantic, but it was surprisingly clean. The tile floor shined, no graffiti was visible, and the room smelt lightly of air freshener. The room had a vanity and two stalls, I assumed — wrongly as it turns out — that we would retire to the handicapped accessible stall. ??

Roger seemed to predict my thoughts, and corrected me. “Hey girl, we’re going to stay right here. One of us will always have a foot at the base of the door. I guarantee you that no one else will come into this room. And if we can be quiet, you will not be discovered.”

I accepted his word as Gospel. ??

——-??

The lights would remain on, and I feared that they wouldn’t be forgiving. But now wasn’t the time for fear. I walked away from the boys, took a deep breath, and prepared myself. I placed my handbag on the floor, removed my hat, and then — for effect — slowly allowed my sweater coat to fall to the floor. I stood, facing the wall, with my body on display.??

“Goddamn girl, you got it goin.'” I appreciated James’ encouragement, and turned to face them. Their smiles told me all I needed to know, and Roger’s extended hand told me what to do. I took his hand, he pulled me close, and kissed me passionately. The feel of his tongue in my mouth was welcome, was exciting. When we broke our embrace, James’ hand pulled my face to his, and his embrace was equally sweet, and just as passionate. ??

I was aware, while trading kisses between these two men, that my straps had been seks hikayeleri taken from my shoulders. My dress, too tight for gravity’s influence, was then pulled beneath my breasts. My bra was quickly removed, and although proud of my body, I was momentarily self-conscious. Time is kinder to smaller breasts, but thankfully the boys seemed pleased with my larger offering. It was amazingly sexy to feel two sets of hands on my body, to kiss two beautiful men, and to feel — as I did now — their growing excitement.?

I pushed back from them slightly, stared each in the eye, and dropped to my knees. In this position, on my knees before a lover, I feel powerful. I love being an active participant, controlling the pleasure, and accepting the intimacy of the moment. Neither James nor Roger felt the need to wait for me to undress them, each choosing instead to rapidly strip.??

While I once cursed the light, I was now thankful for it. With James in my left hand, and Roger in my right, I took a few moments to examine them. James was like a pipe — long, thick, and hard — with no taper at all; a perfect cylinder. His penis was lighter than Roger’s, more brown than black. Roger was larger, if that’s possible, but with a slightly smaller head. His taper, though, was dramatic. His girth was as intimidating as it was exciting. And he was not yet fully hard.??

I accepted James into my mouth first, but stroked both simultaneously. James’ appreciation was obvious, but short lived. Roger pulled my mouth from James, and took his place. And so went our dance, which was considerably harder than I expected. The boys fought over my mouth, and I gave it without hesitation to the immediate winner. My hands continued to stroke them as my mouth attempted to please them. Back and forth I was pulled between them, accepting the challenge, and becoming aware of the effect it had on me. I had never been so excited.??

It was James who first could wait no longer. He pulled from me, surrendering my mouth to Roger, who accepted it without hesitation. Roger worked himself to his knees, never allowing my mouth to break free, and I felt my dress pushed up beyond my hips. My panties were quickly removed, and James ran his fingers through my wetness. ??

He whispered. “You’re gonna like this, girl.” I may have mumbled back, but at this stage Roger was trying to see how much he could fit into my mouth. I felt the head of James’ penis slip along my length until it found its rightful place. My body, although more aroused than at any time in my life, still needed a moment to prepare for him. He allowed slightly less than that moment. ??

At first the lovemaking was gentle, or rather as gentle as he could be with such an impressive cock, but that lasted just until my first orgasm. Once he recognized his power over my pleasure, James showed no mercy. Roger, too, showed very little mercy, although he allowed me to breath when cumming.

James, though, was an animal. He fucked me rapidly, and deeply, and each time I came he grabbed my hips and thrust his cock impossibly deep into me and held it there. When I recovered, the process began again.??

It was the fourth time, when I felt I could take no more, that James did not stop for my orgasm. His machine gun rapid thrusts continued, forcing me into a series of orgasms, until he came. And he came with a power, a pressure, unfamiliar to me. Feeling him release in me was primal, perfect. Feeling him continue to grind afterward was somehow important, needed.??

I was dazed, in a haze of love and lust, when James pulled from me. Roger, now fully hard, pulled me to my feet, and lifted my ass onto the vanity. I just watched as he separated my legs, and positioned his cock at the entrance to my swollen vagina. He guided it into place, made eye contact, and then thrust fully into me. ??

The pain was spectacular, the pleasure beyond that. I watched him as he fucked me. He seemed particularly interested in watching his cock disappear into my body, perhaps due to the color differences, or due to our size asymmetry. I longed to see what he saw, the carnal truth of our shared passion. ??

Later I would hope that no one recognized the difference, but in the moment I couldn’t hold such thoughts. I was stricken — stricken — by my orgasm, which was more powerful than any previously experienced. Roger didn’t pause, but continued to take my body as his own. The depth he reached, the power he displayed, were unmatched. When he grew close, he reached under my legs, around my waist, and lifted me. ?

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rested my head against his sweaty body. He pressed my back up against the wall of a stall, and fucked me with my feet off the ground. Gravity demanded what my body could not do willingly, so Roger reached parts of my body unknown even to me. The magic of the moment overtook me, and must have done the same to him. We came simultaneously, me in willing submission, and him in clear dominance.

He held me there for what may have just been moments, but what felt like a lifetime. When his breathing returned to normal, he returned me to the vanity, his cock still deep within me. He smiled and began running his thumb across my clit. I begged him to stop, as I felt I could handle no more. But he would not.

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When Ron walked back into the lounge, he noted that the lighting was different. The large light on the ceiling had been turned off. Lamps in the corners and by the television were on instead. The room was darker but more intimate now. The scent of the women’s perfume was pleasant. The atmosphere had changed.

Ron was curious about Helena after the earlier conversation. He saw what had to be her stood with Ibrahim 2, looking rather nervous as she chatted to him. She was indeed younger than the other women. Ron didn’t think she was twenty. She was pretty, not as pretty as Emma, but a great-looking girl. She had on less make-up than the others. Helena’s hair was very dark brown and long, reaching down her back. Her figure was slim, her breasts weren’t large but were in good proportion with her body. She wasn’t deeply tanned like the others, but instead seemed to have quite naturally dark, olive skin. To look at her, Ron thought there was an innocence, something virginal about her. He could see why Ibrahim had agreed for her to stay.

Everyone still stood in little groups around the rug in the centre of the room. The men had all taken their suit jackets off; Ron could see some of the jackets hanging over the backs of settees and armchairs at the edges of the room. Everybody had a drink. The men were helping themselves to the whiskey; he noticed that someone had brought another couple of bottles in.

Katie was in the room, in conversation with one of the English-speaking Arabs whose name Ron had forgotten. They were talking about restaurants in London and Katie was recommending one in Chelsea, by the hospital.

The first blonde to arrive earlier, Annabelle, stood in the far corner with Yousef and Mo. Yousef did not look like he was understanding much of the conversation but was smiling politely. The brunette, Victoria was chatting in an animated fashion with Ibrahim, the man Ron thought was called Faisal and a couple of other Arabs whose names he couldn’t remember. Ibrahim was laughing. Victoria was exceptionally busty. She wore a cream dress, cut low in the front. He noticed with amusement how all the men kept sneaking looks at her breasts.

Emma, the other blonde, the heartbreakingly beautiful one, had moved over to Helena, on the far side of the rug opposite Ron. They spoke to Ibrahim 2, who seemed to be amusing them.

‘Do you live in London Ron?’ said Katie. She was stood just to his left. Ron had been watching the room and was surprised to be addressed.

‘Yes. I live in Walworth. South of the river,’ he said.

‘Ooh, I don’t know Walworth,’ she said. ‘Is it nice?’

‘Well, it doesn’t look that great, but people with money are moving in, so it’s up and coming. There’s lots of bars and restaurants opening. I like it,’ he said.

‘Sounds nice. I live in the East End. It’s all hipsters. Lots of beards.’

‘I can imagine’ said Ron.

Katie didn’t reply. He saw her look over to the other side of the room and make eye contact with Victoria. The Arab gentleman Katie had been talking to did not know what a hipster was, so Katie began to try to explain. Across the room, Ron saw Victoria politely excuse herself from the conversation with Ibrahim, Faisal and the others. She looked to her right towards Annabelle, then left, at Emma and Helena. She walked towards Emma and Helena.

She walked up behind Emma, who, with her back to Victoria, did not realise she was there. She looped her hands under each of Emma’s arms, reached around and placed the palms of her hands softly on Emma’s breasts, while resting her body against Emma’s back. Emma was surprised at first but quickly relaxed. She caressed the backs of Victoria’s hands, and changed her posture, bending forward very subtly so that her rear end went back towards Victoria’s groin. They stayed like this for a few seconds. Victoria lightly stroked Emma’s breasts. She turned and Victoria released her hold. Victoria held her waist while her arms went up and around Victoria’s neck. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled and pressed themselves against each other. Emma leaned forward and very briefly kissed Victoria on the lips.

Annabelle, the other blonde, excused herself from Yousef and Mo and approached Helena. They smiled at each other as they embraced. Annabelle brushed her finger intimately against the side of Helena’s face. Ibrahim 2 walked around the rug and joined the others. The four women were in the far-right corner. All conversation in the room had stopped.

Emma and Victoria were positioned in such a way that Emma’s back was slightly turned towards Ron. They held each other; their faces close. The went to kiss but both tilted their heads the same way, which made them giggle. Victoria was looking into Emma’s eyes. He saw the way she looked at Emma, there was almost an element of wonder in her eyes as she looked at Emma’s face. They leaned slightly forward again and began to kiss. They kissed deeply, their tongues in each other’s mouths. Victoria’s eyes were closed.

Annabelle and Helena also began to kiss, but differently. They began with quick kisses, of split-second sex hikayeleri duration. Helena looked nervous. Annabelle held her around the waist, looked into her eyes and smiled reassuringly at her. She kissed her again, but this time opened her mouth wider and kissed Helena deeply.

Victoria had placed one hand on Emma’s rear, she slid the other up to one of her breasts. They kept kissing, enjoying each other’s mouths. Victoria opened her eyes. Ron could see how aroused she was. Victoria was feeling around Emma’s back for the zip on her black dress. The dress came open. Emma brushed the straps off of her shoulders, the dress slipped down. She stepped out of it. She was left in her black bra and panties. Her figure was incredible, she was fit and toned, her body was that golden tan colour, and her shaggy, curly blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Ron wondered if he’d ever seen anyone so attractive. Victoria brought her hands up and caressed Emma’s breasts, slowly, softly, before reaching around and, after a second or two of fumbling, getting her bra loose. The bra fell to the floor. Victoria caressed Emma’s now naked breasts again, before leaning down and sucking her left nipple, greedily, as if she wanted to swallow Emma’s left breast whole. Emma held the back of Victoria’s head as she suckled her. Victoria moved her face across and buried it between Emma’s breasts. Victoria’s eyes were closed. Emma looked down tenderly at her. Victoria pulled Emma’s panties down and let them fall, she brought her head up and kissed Emma again, deeply. Emma was naked now, whilst Victoria was still fully clothed. Emma’s tan was all over her body, there were no white bra or panty lines on her. Victoria reached around and squeezed her buttocks as she kissed her. Her right hand curved down and she slid the palm of her hand between Emma’s legs from behind, caressing her crotch.

Annabelle and Helena were kissing very deeply, both with their eyes closed. Every now and again they were forced to stop to breathe. Helena seemed to be kissing Annabelle passionately, and enjoying doing so, but still with an element of control, aware of the audience. Annabelle, in contrast, seemed transfixed. There was an urgency to her body language and movements, as she let go of Helena’s waist and held her face in her hands.

Victoria gently pulled Emma towards the middle of the rug. Both women kicked their shoes off. Victoria was fondling Emma’s breasts as they moved onto the rug. Emma reached out and briefly rubbed her right hand against Victoria’s crotch before taking it away again. She got down onto the rug in front of Victoria and lay on her back. Her legs were slightly open. She put her hands behind her head and lay there, looking up suggestively at Victoria, her facial expression almost challenging. Ron thought she was quite a sight, lying there.

Annabelle and Helena were still kissing, but now Annabelle was caressing Helena’s crotch as they kissed, moving her hand up and down, stroking her groin.

Victoria, still clothed, got down on to the rug next to Emma. She leant over and kissed Emma, whilst putting her left hand between Emma’s legs. Emma bucked her hips up against Victoria’s hand when she felt it against her vagina.

Victoria raised herself up and switched over to Emma’s other side so that she could touch Emma with her right hand. She put her middle and index fingers all the way into her own mouth, she was wetting them with saliva. She took her fingers out and reached towards Emma’s crotch, but then checked herself. She held the two wet fingers in front of Emma’s face and Emma took them into her mouth. Ron could see her tongue in her mouth working around Victoria’s fingers. Victoria brought her fingers out of Emma’s mouth. She moved her hands down between Emma’s legs and, accompanied by a sharp inhalation from Emma, slid them into her vagina.

Some of the men, Ron was too interested in what he was seeing on the rug to notice whom, moved across to get a better viewpoint of Emma’s exposed vagina as Victoria penetrated her. Emma’s legs were wide open, and Victoria began to move her fingers in and out, gradually increasing the depth and pace of her efforts. She was using almost a sawing motion, quickly moving her fingers in and out. As she did this, she was leaning her upper body over Emma so that their faces were close, they looked into each other’s eyes as the act continued.

Emma began to sigh, and to breathe deeply. She was moving her hips against Victoria’s hand. Victoria looked down at her fingers moving in and out of Emma. Ron felt that her face held a peculiar expression, she seemed to enjoy the view she had, and she seemed deeply aroused, but there was something else there, too. Ron thought it was pride. Victoria watched herself fingering Emma’s vagina and she seemed proud of her work, proud of what she was doing. Emma had started crying out every time her fingers went in. Her voice was soft, feminine. Victoria looked up again at Emma’s face, she leaned over and kissed her. They held the kiss despite the motion of their bodies as Victoria kept going. Suddenly Victoria porno hikayeleri withdrew from the kiss. She quickly moved down, repositioned her body so that she was kneeling between Emma’s legs. Her fingers were still in Emma’s now visibly swollen vagina. Victoria leaned over and put her face between Emma’s legs and licked at her greedily, almost compulsively. She continued the sawing motion of her fingers in and out of Emma as she licked her. Emma’s cries rose in pitch. She closed her eyes; she reached down and placed her left hand on the back of Victoria’s head and gently stroked her hair as she was licked and penetrated. She began to buck violently and squeezed her thighs together around Victoria’s head as she climaxed, screaming.

Ron had been so occupied by this show that he had not noticed Maria and Anabelle undressing. Helena’s body was gorgeous, and very natural. She didn’t look like she needed to do much work to look as great as she did. Helena still seemed quite nervous, and slightly timid. Anabelle was taking charge, and pulled Helena towards the middle of the rug, near to Emma and Victoria. They got into a sixty-nine position, with Helena on the bottom. As Helena began to lick Annabelle’s vagina, she reached forward and fondled Annabelle’s breasts.

Emma had kissed Victoria sweetly, seemingly in thanks for the orgasm she had been given. She looked drowsy now, deeply relaxed. Victoria got up. She climbed out of her dress. Her breasts were surgically enhanced, but they were spectacular. Emma rubbed her face into them and sucked on Victoria’s nipples. Beside them Annabelle and Helena continued to lick at each other.

Emma looked coyly up at the men as they watched the show. She smiled, and crawled on hands and knees over to Yousef, who was stood roughly in the middle of the pack of spectators around the rug. She reached out and stroked his groin. He looked down at her with a curiously neutral expression. Ron was aware of his own erection straining against his trousers. He took it for granted that the Arab men were as aroused as he was, if not more so. Yousef was visibly erect. Emma unfastened his zip, took his penis out of his trousers with her left hand, and took it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and started to suck on it, her head moving slowly up and down.

Victoria walked over to Ibrahim 2. She kissed him on the mouth, briefly, then also got down on her knees. She stroked his groin like Emma had done to Yousef. She unzipped him, took out his penis and began to suck on it. She took it deep into her mouth. Victoria also closed her eyes as she sucked.

On the floor, Annabelle came. Her body stiffened and shook, she emitted a series of short, staccato shrieks as she climaxed. She climbed off of Helena’s mouth and lay on her back, panting, looking embarrassed. With her left hand she lightly stroked and teased Helena’s mouth. Helena licked her fingers as they brushed over her lips.

Yousef orgasmed, ejaculating into Emma’s mouth with a gasp. She smiled up at him as she swallowed the load. She found another Arab, unzipped him, and started to suck again. Ibrahim was stroking himself though his suit trousers. He suddenly walked onto the rug, up to Annabelle who was still laying on her back, recovering. He stooped to grab at her hand and pulled gently. Annabelle rose to her feet. She embraced Ibrahim and kissed him on the cheek. She took his arm and led him out of the room. Someone walked right past Ron, his suit jacket brushing against Ron’s hip. It was Mo, who went after Ibrahim and Annabelle. Ibrahim looked back at Mo. They exchanged a look as the three of them went to the right out of the door, towards the stairs.

Helena looked nervously at Katie, who gestured with her eyes towards Victoria and Emma, both busily performing oral sex. Helena moved over towards Faisal, who was stood nearest to her. She was on her knees and went to unzip his trousers, but he stopped her. Taking her hand, he invited her to stand. He placed a hand around her waist and steered her towards the door. They too headed towards the stairs.

Ibrahim 2 suddenly pulled his penis out of Victoria’s mouth. He reached down to her shoulders to gently pull her upwards, and Victoria raised herself in response. He ejaculated onto her massive breasts, groaning as he did so. Victoria started to rub the semen into her skin. Katie, stood next to Ron, twisted around to rummage in her large handbag on the floor behind her, before producing a pack of wet wipes. She took one and, kicking off her shoes, walked onto the rug and wiped the semen off of Victoria. Victoria stood up. One of the men whose name Ron didn’t know claimed her and took her out.

Emma’s current partner in crime ejaculated into her mouth. Again, she swallowed the load. Another Arab man, one of the non-English speakers who’s name Ron didn’t know, took her out of the room, towards the stairs. Katie was holding the wet wipe. She followed Emma and the three men. Before she reached the door, she gestured with her eyes to Ron that he should come with her.

***

Ron knew where the bin was. He opened the cupboard seks hikayeleri for Katie, and she dropped the wet wipe in. She washed her hands. The hand soap by the sink was scented to smell like lemons.

‘Ok. If you could just keep doing the rounds, keeping an eye on things, that would be great. These chaps love bum sex, love it, can’t get enough… With Emma, Vicky and Annabelle that’s fine, but they’ll try it on with Helena, I know they will, and that’s what I particularly need you to keep an eye on. She doesn’t want to do any bum stuff, so please don’t let them,’ said Katie.

‘I’ll keep an eye out’ said Ron.

‘Do you know what double penetration is?’ asked Katie.

‘Yes,’ said Ron.

‘Ok, well Vicky will do that, if she feels like it, if the guys she happens to be with aren’t too big, but not the others. If you see any of the other girls doing that you need to step in. It’s unlikely though, these guys are pretty ok… Vicky’s the one with the boobs,’ said Katie.

***

Annabelle was in the first occupied room he came to. Ibrahim and Mo were in there with her. Annabelle was naked except for her stockings. She was on the double bed, positioned on all fours diagonally across it, facing away from the doorway. Ibrahim was sodomising her, forcefully. He was naked but for his unbuttoned shirt. At the other end, Mo was positioned in front of Annabelle, his penis in her mouth. Annabelle grunted loudly as Ibrahim thrust himself rhythmically into her rectum, but Mo’s penis in her mouth was muffling the sounds, distorting them.

As Ron stood in the doorway watching, he heard steps on the stairs behind him. Yousef and another of the non-English speakers had come up. They nodded toward Ron, Yousef raised his hand in greeting, then moved on towards the back of the house, towards the other bedrooms.

Victoria was a couple of doors down. The chap she was with was a non-English speaker. Ron could remember him at the restaurant, sat next to Yousef. Now he lay on top of Victoria. She was lying on her front on the bed, totally naked. The Arab’s arms were around her, he held her breasts in the palm of his hands and thrust his pelvis against her. It looked like he was penetrating Victoria anally, and she breathed heavily as he thrust at her. There was a framed print of a painting of three ballet dancers on the wall above the bed, which Ron liked the look of.

Faisal was with Helena. They were kissing. Ron was surprised that things had not moved on further. Faisal sat at the edge of the bed. Helena was on his lap facing him, straddling him. She was stroking his groin as they kissed. His hands were on her hips, holding her close to him. He kissed her urgently, the same way that Annabelle had kissed her downstairs. Faisal saw Ron stood outside the room in the corner of his eye. He didn’t react.

Katie hadn’t been lying about the chaps’ fondness for anal sex. Ron eventually found the room Emma was holed up in. She was on all fours on a bed and was also being sodomised, by the other non-English speaker. Yousef and the other chap who had come up the stairs with him were stood, naked, watching them. Yousef was masturbating as he watched. Emma was facing the door. She looked up at Ron. The man seemed to be withdrawing from her quite slowly, then going back in very quickly and hard. She omitted high pitch cries when his penis moved into her. She looked at Ron as he watched, she seemed genuinely aroused. She lowered her head and looked away to her left. The man began to grunt, and sped up his thrusts. He came loudly, crying out. He dismounted from her and pulled at the condom to take it off of his penis. Yousef quickly climbed onto the bed. Emma stayed as she was. There were condoms on the bed. He put one on and positioned himself behind her. He penetrated her anally, quickly finding his rhythm. He held her waist in his hands, and sometimes he seemed to move her body laterally with his arms as he thrust at her. Emma turned her head and looked up and back at him, as if to verify that he was enjoying himself. He smiled and kept going. Yousef’s penis had looked larger than the previous gentleman’s. Emma would sometimes a supress a grimace of discomfort as he drove himself into her. Ron could not help but feel very aroused. Emma was a stunningly beautiful woman and watching them doing this to her was quite a spectacle.

Ron suddenly felt that he was getting too wrapped up in watching the show when he should be working, watching over all of the proceedings. As he was about to head back down the hall towards Helena and Faisal, Yousef came, thrusting hard into Emma as he finished. He leaned over and kissed the back of her right shoulder in thanks before dismounting. The third Arab was already putting on a condom. He was less well-endowed than Yousef. His penis was very fully erect. Emma stayed as she was on all fours but, whilst before she had been resting the weight of her upper body on her forearms on the bed, she now straightened her arms and placed the palms of her hands on the bed, raising her torso, and giving an arch to her back that, to Ron, looked incredible. The third Arab penetrated Emma anally, like the others. He reached out, held the tops of Emma’s shoulders and began to sodomise her, rhythmically, powerfully, breathing heavily as he did so. Emma looked down at the sheets below her face as he took her.

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Stacey had always been told how cute she was, and she knew it was true. She had big, soft eyes, an adorable button nose, and silky blonde hair that cascaded down her back just to her tailbone.

Since it was just past her 18th birthday, she knew that people noticed her pert, perfectly round little bubble butt and her perky, firm 32B breasts topped with easily-excitable, upturned, light pink nipples. Not that anybody had ever seen those, but she could see in their eyes that they imagined.

Stacey had always admired her brother. Jacob, recently 25, had always looked out for and made her feel safe, cared-for, and happy, ever since the day she had been born. He had always been there to watch after her and her friends whenever their parents had to go out, and as soon as he was old enough he had volunteered to drive her – or any of her friends, if they needed – anywhere they wanted to go. He adored her, thought the world started and ended with her smile, and had always done everything he could to make sure she had the perfect, charmed life.

Jacob, or Jake, stood an impressive 6’3″ and was built like a star running back, which he had been. He had started for their high school, and had been recruited to play for Princeton. He had also, obviously, done well in school; he had graduated valedictorian, and had studied criminal justice in college. He was now studying law at Harvard Law School, in order to be closer to home. He lived in a quaint, old, little town just outside of Boston, where he lived with his wife Hannah and their kid, Brady.

The two siblings kept in touch regularly, having at least one night a week where she would go visit and have dinner with his family. And this is why she had always hated Hannah.

Hannah didn’t deserve Jake. She was a selfish, controlling, mean person who berated him and made him feel small and unimportant. She doted after their kid, much to the detriment of Jake’s role in their family. He passed it off, saying she was just a devoted mother, but Stacey saw that she didn’t really care about him. As Jake was the perfect brother, Stacey saw this and was furious at the heartless bitch who mistreated him so badly.

Jake would confide with her how Hannah would sometimes, for no apparent reason whatsoever, withhold sex for weeks on end. She would tease him, taunt him, and then leave him tense and uncomfortable. Stacey didn’t understand this; Jake had the body of a classical god! She knew she shouldn’t think those thoughts about her brother, but as a teenager, she couldn’t help but admire her brother, in his early 20’s. It didn’t hurt that all of her friends always kept up a running dialog of everything they wanted to do to him, or let him do to them. Over time, she had just accepted the fact that yes, her brother was smoking hot. It saddened her because, while maybe one of her friends would get a chance to live out the naughty little fantasies they told her all about, she was destined to always look on from afar.

Then, one day, Jake showed up at their parents’ house, with no notice. He always at least texted he was on his way, so this was peculiar. What was stranger, and much more distressing, was the fact that he was sobbing, tears streaking his face and wetting the neckline of his tight T-shirt.

“Oh my god, Jake!” Stacey called when she saw him trudging up the pathway from the driveway to the front door. Upon seeing his car pull in, she had dressed quickly in a loose nightgown and rainbow, knee-high socks. She knew he loved when she “got all cute” for him; as the adoring older brother, he loved thinking of her as this adorable little thing to be hugged and held. After she saw the state he was in, she sprinted down the path and jumped into his arms, hugging tightly around his neck and babbling questions.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Did something happen? Is Hannah coming? Where’s Brady?” she asked rapid-sire, peeling herself away and dragging him by the arm to the house. Now, he was much stronger than her, but went along with her efforts if only to humor her.

“Hannah’s gone,” he told her through his sniffling. “And she took Brady with her…”

“What?! She can’t do that!” Stacey exclaimed, completely dumbfounded.

“Actually, she can, sis,” he said gently, calming down if only to stop her from feeling so much distress. “Turns out, Brady’s not my kid…”

Stacey was floored. She had known Hannah was a heartless bitch, but this?! “What? Who…?”

“Oh, no, he’s not leaving me for anybody in specific,” he explained, shaking his head and clearing his eyes. sex hikayeleri “She doesn’t know who the father is… Turns out, she loved going out when I’m working late and fucking anybody who makes a move at her!”

He started crying again, and Stacey hugged him tight, now inside of the house in private. “That dumb little slut!” she yelled, and Jake, who always defended her to Stacey, shrugged as if in resigned agreement.

“Anyways, she wants to move to LA to become an actress, and I said we couldn’t, since our whole life is here, so she got a DNA test to prove that she could just take Brady without my permission.”

“But…”

“Well, legally speaking, she can,” he sighed, “Brady is my kid emotionally, but legally he’s just a stranger I’ve been paying to take care of!”

“But why did she cheat on you??!” Stacey demanded. That was the most confusing part; why cheat on somebody who looked like a statue of a sex god?

“She said she got bored of having sex with me, that I was too vanilla!” he told her, then hesitated because this was his kid sister.

“That’s bullshit!” stacey snapped, fury boiling over again. “I’ve seen you getting out of the shower, and you are a god!”

“Wait… WHAT?!” he demanded, completely bewildered at this news.

“Oh, come on, I was in middle school when you would come home from college!” she explained as if it were obvious. “You must have seen my friends all staring at you every time you were around!”

“Well, yeah… But you?” he asked, not quite getting it.

“I’m only human, Jake,” she laughed, elboring him and winking. “But don’t worry, now that that bitch is out of your life I have an entire list of girls who’ve fantasized about being your own little harem for years. And we all just turned 18!”

“Ha ha sis, sure, I’m not… Wait… We?” he stared at her, sure she had misspoken.

“Well, I mean… Uh… Maybe first you should… I mean Jill called dibs on going first, but…” she mumbled, before he raised her chin and forced her to meet his inquisitive eye.

“Sis, what are you trying to say?” he asked softly.

“Ugh! Fine, yes, okay? I’ve always had a crush on you and me and the girls would always fantasize about you and I thought it would never happen so it was harmless and fine but… Now that you’re single…” she trailed off uncertainly, staring at the ground again.

“Wait, Jill too? He asked, completely baffled that these girls he had always thought of as sisters – including his real little sister – had been dreaming of fucking him!

“Yeah, I mean I figured you’d be more interested in her, she’s so much prettier than me and -“

“Bullshit!” Jake snapped. “Stace, you are the cutest, prettiest, and – fine – hottest young woman I have ever seen! Never think you’re anything less than perfect!” he told her, always the supportive brother.

“You’ve… You’ve thought of me that way, too?” she asked hesitantly.

“Fine! Yes, I have. All of your group, but especially you. You all always had those slumber parties and went swimming and dressed in such skimpy clothes, and sometimes I’d see you guys sunbathing topless and -“

“You saw that?!” she cut in, looking ecstatic. “We did that on purpose! We knew you were home, and we were hoping you’d look!” she told him, happy their plan had worked, if on a bit of a delay.

“Well, uh… So where does this leave us?” Jake asked, very uncomfortable about the information that had come to light.

“Well, oh brother of mine,” she whispered, “that depends… How long had Hannah made you wait since the last time she let you fuck her whore body?”

Jake’s eyes widened, and he started to defend his ex-wife, before remembering the recent change in his feelings towards her. “Uh… God, sis, this is weird… It’s been a little over 2 weeks…” he admitted glumly, now realizing that she had not been waiting.

“That bitch!” she snapped, before calming down and coming up with a plan. “Well, then, you’d probably be a bit quick on the draw right now, huh?” she joked, smiling sympathetically at him.

“What do you…” he asked, not wanting to jump to any conclusions.

Stacey abruptly pulled the nightgown up and over her head, throwing it to the side in a crumpled ball. She dropped to her knees, leaning back on her heels, and looked up at him sweetly. “I mean that it would probably make sense for you to find some release inside my pretty little mouth before you take your darling sister’s virginity…” she purred, cupping her small breasts in her hands and lifting porno hikayeleri them as if in offering.

She was now wearing nothing except the rainbow knee-high socks, and Jake was stunned. He had not been expecting this, thinking she had only been teasing. Sure, he had thought of her in an inappropriate way from time to time, but they were siblings! It wasn’t supposed to go beyond illicit thoughts, maybe a few teasing words! “No, we shouldn’t… I mean, you’re my…”

“Jake, please, you need help to feel better and right now I finally have the opportunity to act on the fantasies that were with me all through puberty,” she giggled. “For now, don’t think of me as your sister; I’m your slut! I’m your own personal, willing, enthusiastic little cum bucket. Okay?” she was practically panting with her excitement, and had started to unfasten his pants as she spoke.

Jake hesitated a moment, but she had a point – he really was tense, and could use the release to figure out what to do about his divorce. Maybe, just this once…

His thoughts ended, replaced by the most amazingly delicious sensation he had ever felt coming from his cock. He shook his head and looked down, and saw his dear little sister looking up at him, the head of his 9″ cock stuck in her petite mouth and her cheeks concave with suction.

“Please, Jake… Let me do this…” she begged, pulling briefly off of his cock and looking up with pleading, watery eyes. He just nodded, completely unable to think, and she eagerly began sucking him again.

“Wait… Have you done this before?” he asked, hurt that she wouldn’t have told him about a boyfriend.

“No, Jake, don’t worry… You’re my first…” she moaned, and again began licking his head.

“But… But you’re amazing!” he told her, and she beamed at his praise.

“I’ve, uh… Well, we’ve all watched a lot of porn, to be able to please you if the opportunity ever came up,” she admitted shyly.

“Well thank you!” he gasped, putting his hands in her hair and guiding her up and down the top few inches of his cock.

The blowjob continued for a few minutes, with Stacey making it farther and farther down his shaft, until his pubes tickled her nose and her throat was being well and truly fucked. While she was leaning forward sucking him as deep and hard as she could, Jake noticed her cute little feet sticking out behind her and grunted.

Hearing his tone of surprise, Stacey backed off of him and stroked him gently while she looked up with glistening, desperate eyes. “What is it, Jake? Did you see something you liked?” she teased, wiggling her ass and assuming that was what had caught his attention; she knew she had a perfect ass!

“Yeah, uh… But it’s kind of embarrassing,” he admitted.

“No, Jake, there’s nothing wrong with liking the way my perky little ass looks!” she told him, and he grimaced slightly.

“No, it’s not your ass – well, that is amazing, too – it’s… Well… I’ve always thought you have the cutest feet…” he trailed off and looked away, ashamed of his secret kink.

Stacey started giggling, then laughing, then rolling on the floor gasping for breath. Jake was mortified, and hurt to be laughed at. “Stop! I know it’s weird, but -“

“Shut up, Jake!” she ordered, calming herself and breathing deeply. “I’m not laughing at you! I’m laughing because Hannah said you’re ‘too vanilla’ but you’re into feet?! Huh?”

“Well, she always said that was gross, and that I should just be into the stuff she was into…”

“What? Like other men?” she scoffed, and then looked up at him earnestly, sitting back on her butt with her feet crossed in front of her. “I don’t think it’s weird at all! Personally, I think I have adorable little feet, and I totally get how you might think they’re sexy,” she said, experimentally flexing her arches and wiggling her toes.

Jake let out an involuntary moan, and smiled at her, relieved to not be thought a freak. “You really don’t mind?” he asked.

“Not at all! In fact, we should have some fun with my feet!” she encouraged, smiling sweetly up at him. “Do you like my socks?” she mused.

“They’re so cute, and sexy, but… Well, I love your bare feet,” he confided in her, and she smiled and quickly removed her socks.

“There you go, bro!” she giggled. “Want to touch them?” He nodded that he did, and she lifted them up in his direction. He slowly sank to one knee and reached for her feet, pulling them close and massaging them gently.

“Ohhhh, yes, that feels amazing,” she moaned, seks hikayeleri arching her back and thrusting her perky tits towards him. “Oh, please, really massage my arches, they’re so tight…” she begged, panting with arousal.

“Can I… Could I suck on your toes?” he asked, shy again.

“You don’t need to ask, Jake! Use my body however you want,” she told him, but upon his hesitation added, “of course, go ahead!”

He eagerly sucked the toes on her left foot into his mouth and bathed them with his tongue. He loved the slightly pungent, salty taste and moaned his pleasure, while Stacey arched her back at the unexpectedly erotic feeling of having her feet made love to by her brother’s mouth.

“Do you… Ohhh yes! Do you, um… Do you want to cum all over my feet?” she asked him sweetly, and saw his massive cock throb in excitement at her words.

“Yes! Oh Stacey, please, that would be amazing,” he told her eagerly, not believing how perfect this was.

“Of course, Jake!” she told him sweetly. “But, uh… I have my own fetish I’ve been dreaming of…” she suggested, and he looked worried for a second.

“No, of course, I’m so sorry I’ve been selfish!” he apologized.

“No! Not at all, I’ve loved this. Actually, I’m really into what you’ve been doing to my feet,” she giggled, “but, uh… Do you think after my little toes are covered in your jizz, that maybe I could lick it all up while you watch me? And swallow it all, with you looking at my sweet, pretty face?”

Jake laughed, smiling as he nodded. “Stacey, that’s the ultimate ending to my fetish!” he told her, happy their desires were so aligned.

“Good. Now, to get yourself really close… Do you want to fuck my soft, cute little feet?” she asked, her voice dripping sexuality.

He couldn’t speak, instead just taking her feet in his hands and bring in them together, creating a makeshift pussy for him to fuck.

She moaned wantonly as his cock slipped past her soles, feeling his bulging veins pressing against her sensitive skin. “YES Jake! Oh yes, use my feet, pelase!” she begged. “Make me your kinky little slut, use my body however you want!”

Jake picked up the pace, and she continued goding him on and begging to be his little cum slut until he was so close he could feel himself right on the edge.

Stacey had seen his face tense up and knew he was fighting a losing battle to hold off. “Please, Jake… Cum all over my pretty toes..” she purred, and he pulled back, grabbing his cock and pointing it at her feet as he erupted.

“YES! Oh Jake, yes! That feels so slutty!” she panted, joining him in orgasm. “How am I cumming?! This feels so good, being used! Make me your foot-slut, baby! Use me, cover me in your jizz!”

He kept pumping jet after jet of hot, sticky cum onto her feet, covering them almost completely in his seed. When he was done, he shuddered and almost collapsed, smiling at her in ecstasy.

“Oh, Jake… That was amazing…” moaned Stacey, her chest heaving from the unexpected orgasm. “Now, want to see me lick my slutty feet clean of your cum?” He nodded yes, tired but very excited to see this, and she pulled both of her feet towards her face in a precarious balancing act.

To help steady her, Jake reached back and held onto her shoulder, enabling her to stick her tongue out and begin licking every drop of cum from her feet. “Oh, Jake… You taste so good…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed in a mini-orgasm.

He just watched, fascinated and aroused, as she cleaned her feet, and then released her shoulder when she slowed and lowered her legs back to the floor.

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen…” he moaned, barely able to get words out.

“For me too, honey,” she told him sweetly, then laughed. “The girls will never believe I got to go first!”

“Yeah, about that…” he started, unsure of her plans.

“Well, Jill gets next, but then it’s your decision!” she told him happily.

“But Stacey, this might have been a mistake, are you really sure you’re happy we did this?” he asked, upset to think he might have just scarred his baby sister.

“I loved it, you big doofus!” she scolded him. “And you better not chicken out for my friends!”

“I mean, they’re cute and all, but… You’ve always been the cutest, and are you sure…?”

“Do I think they’ll be okay with your foot thing?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. He nodded, confirming that was his worry.

“Don’t worry, bro! They’ve all got adorable feet – most of us trade shoes because we’re all the same size – and would do anything for you!” she told him warmly, and he smiled. “Now, Jill has feet exactly my size, and she just got a pedicure…”

If this was going to be divorced life, maybe Jake didn’t mind so much.

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Mona was enjoying her sex life with Rand and Roger without any taboo. She was free from all points of view. She prepared herself for this lifestyle.

She explained herself that Rand is her husband and Roger is the biological father of her baby. Thus they both have rights to fuck her and she has the right to enjoy sex with them.

One morning after breakfast Mona’s father-in-law came over and asked her that how everything was going and she said it was going great except for her back hurt from all the leaning down last night sex with his son.

While she was washing her hands in the kitchen he came up behind her and started rubbing her back asking her where it hurt the most.

Mona told him that he might not think about it, and then Roger had his hand under Mona’s shirt. Mona then was feeling a little uncomfortable about it.

Roger told her to sit on the couch so he could continue the back rub and soon was rubbing more than just her back. Mona asked him to stop, but he insisted that she needed it. Before she knew it he was fingering her.

Later Roger took her in the bedroom and had sex with her for almost 3 hours. Roger was experienced and knows exactly what she wanted and told her how beautiful she was and Mona knew that he enjoyed that more than anything else.

Now a days Roger used to get erection seeing his daughter-in –laws erected boobs and when he saw her feeding her child. He went to bathroom for masturbation, which even Mona knew.

Mona was a sex-bomb even after delivery of her child. She had become more and more beautiful. After delivery the size of boobs go up due to filling of milk in them and nice heavy butts but waist missing.

She roamed here and there while picking of her child some time her boobs were touched accidentally but she remained calm and quite.

But Roger shivered all the time thinking of his sexy daughter-in-law when he merely milked her by his dick.

He properly looked after Mona and Mona too looked after him. Mona openly gave milk to her son without any shame from Roger’s side.

She opened her boobs and fed her entire boobs open to Roger. Sometimes when she was not wearing any top her both boobs were opened and sometimes Roger helped her to lick entire milk from those milk-ball for their baby.

After some day Rand left for a tour. Roger and Mona got their free space to live with their child. They started to share the same room and same bed again in the night also. Suddenly a strange thing happened in their smooth life.

The child left feed and immediately the child was shifted to hospital where the problem was diagnosed as tonsils and mother was asked to feed her by a piece of cotton dipping in milk and it should be kept on the mouth of the child which he may suck slowly and doctor advised that the problem would remain for fortnight.

On the first night Roger heard moaning of Mona and he immediately rushed to her and asked the reason.

Mona told that she was feeling heaviness and pain on her boobs and on Roger’s request she opened as he pressed them a lot amount of milk came out from them and spread on the floor and similarly Roger pressed second boobs and the same thing happened.

Enquired from doctor about this Mona repeated the same procedure and asked her father-in -law to do it thrice a day.

Roger started the procedure in morning but placed his mouth instead of spoiling it on floor. He sucked entire milk from one boob and second boob and a reaction of sex was exchanged.

In the evening same procedure was adopted but in the night while she was on the same bed with him along with child Roger sucked her both breast and she embraced him and kissed him for relieving her pain.

But the matter did not stopped here as she was naked before Roger he started seducing her as his old monster got erection and made him to request her for fuck.

Roger was fondling her body and she got horny and he put his dick inside her pussy and started pounding her but he did not got any objection from Mona’s side but instead she cooperated him to fuck her saying that sex after first child were giving her more pleasure sex hikayeleri from her father-in-law.

Mona noticed a change in the way Roger looked at her all the time. The areas he stared at in particular where his eyes were peeking at her bouncing breasts and her shaky ass when she moved around the house.

Mona did not like to boast about herself but she knew that she was not bad in those departments. Her breasts were firm enough and protruding, almost an invitation to grab them and squeeze them hard.

Now Mona normally wore sleeveless and low cut dresses at home, mostly casual ones, occasionally she appeared in those silky ones, which were more transparent and clinging to her body, showing off her curves.

Roger used to stare at Mona’s boobs, and her cleavage, especially when she bent down. Mona enjoyed his care and she would like to show her dress go slightly off the place, giving him a view of her cleavage and her heavy watermelons whenever she got any chance to seduce him.

While serving him food, Mona would stand near him and bend whenever she needed to put food in his plate; Roger would never miss a chance to look at her hidden treasures, but he always did that in a clever way as if he were Mr. Innocent and knew nothing.

Mona would stand almost inches near to him, his face near to her breasts. He could see her navel and her clothed breasts up close. Mona would notice him throwing glances at her body. She thought that it was common for any man who fucked her and gave her a child.

Roger’s acts became bolder. He gave stares that were obvious. One morning Roger asked Mona to help him in taking his bath; he said he wanted her to clean his back. Mona agreed. He sat in his shorts; Mona entered the bathroom, she wore a towel.

He asked her to give him a head bath. She turned on the shower and though she took precautions not to get wet but she couldn’t and she got wet partially. Mona was applying shampoo to him, standing in front of him. His face was straight in front of her breasts.

Her towel got wet and her curve was visible along with the contents inside it. He could easily trace the shape of his daughter-in-laws breasts, size and the location of the nipples. Mona untied her towel to a side and with bra and panty her navel area was exposed.

Mona was sure it was a feast for him, but she continued. She was rubbing his head applying shampoo. It was moving to and fro in such a way that it almost touched her breasts in that process. It was steaming hot in the bathroom and she was wet partly due the water and partly due to her sweat.

Roger could feel the aroma emanating from his daughter-in-law. Mona got carried away and she was moving his head more and more into her, she was letting his face touch her breasts.

It was a see-saw movement; his face was kissing her breasts. Mona was literally crushing his face into her breasts.

He must have felt the softness of her boobs. He buried his face in them, almost restless and just her hands were moving. Few minutes later Mona regained her senses and moved away from her father-in-law.

She finished the cleaning work soon. She got a towel and as she was wiping his head again his face was pushed into her breasts while she dried his hair with the towel.

Mona applied force to dry so he had to hold her for support. He laid his hands on her stomach, above her hips and caught her. He laid both hands on her, taking full support from his handgrip on her tummy area.

He pressed Mona hard. Mona finished that work soon and before a new start she left the bathroom covering her with towel.

That night after the milk session Mona told her father-in-law to give her a break for the night. Roger agreed with his daughter-in-laws proposal. But in the middle of her sleep Mona felt someone touched her ass.

She woke up, but didn’t open her eyes fully. She could feel Roger’s hand change the position and he hand on her tummy. Mona opened her eyes and saw him. He was deep asleep, the hand wasn’t moving.

Mona thought it was accidental and it happened in sleep. She closed her eyes and resumed sleeping. Few porno hikayeleri minutes later, the hand started moving! He was feeling Mona’s stomach, its softness and started to press it gently.

Later, his hand started to move upwards. His hand was then lying on her milky breasts. He put it there motionless for few minutes. Then he started gripping one of her breasts with his palm.

He began to care the curve and size of it. He could feel its softness in his hands. It started to become stiff and firm.

He began to gently squeeze her breast. He was now getting bolder and was squeezing it much harder.

Mona moved slightly and she let out a feeble moan but she continued to act as if she was amidst a deep sleep.

Then he located her nipple and started to draw circles around it, along the aureole. That act was miraculous, sending shivers throughout Mona’s body.

He took a nipple between his thumb and index finger and started pressing it gently at first, later a little harder than earlier. Mona couldn’t hold on any longer and she had to break free.

Mona acted as if she woke up just then. His hand was inside her night dress, right on top of her bra, fingers almost catching her nipple. He shut his eyes but kept his hand there itself.

Mona acted as if she was shocked to see his hand there and she took it off away from her. He then slept very close to her; his breath was almost on Mona’s face. Mona turned to other side, facing away from him.

She closed her eyes but she was still thinking of his acts. It was not long before he laid his hand again on her stomach, now he caught it from backside. He moved close to her almost grinding his groin into her ass.

Mona could feel his erect member touched the cleavage of her ass. His hand was feeling her tummy and its softness. Mona slipped a knowing smile as she was turning away and he couldn’t see her face anyway.

Roger began to feel her soft boobs once again. It was thrilling for Mona to be touched by such a mature man in that way. She felt strange after getting approval from him for break in that night but now she liked the way he started the play.

He moved his face closer to Mona. He was breathing her aroma due to her sweat. Feeling her hair and seeing the smell of it. Then his nose was touching the bare skin on Mona’s back, which was in the low cut area in the back just below her neck.

He planted a gentle kiss there. His hands now came down feeling her all the way; actually they moved a lot down then.

Almost about to enter her panty area, no one knew how Mona felt when someone touched her in that area below her navel.

Roger’s hand was trying to enter her night dress above her panty area. Roger slipped his hand inside her and finally touched her pubes.

Mona thought that everyone must have experienced an electric shock at some point in time in their life. Mona was experiencing it then. His touch was like an electric shock to her.

She had to instinctively move her groin backwards, digging her ass much deeper into his groin.

He must be aware by now that she was awake and conscious of all his acts. Roger continued exploring deeper.

He must be surprised when he felt her wet there. Mona was almost giggling then with shivers passing through her body. He was rubbing her clit and was feeling her wet pussy.

He was manipulating his daughter-in-law well. She was in heaven. He inserted a finger into Mona’s pussy, which was fully wet by then. He began to finger fuck Mona vigorously.

Though they both were aware of each other’s position and it was done with her staying there numb as if she was asleep.

He was moving his finger in and out and sideways, almost all the possible directions. He was literally drilling Mona.

She thought that Roger came then. He left suddenly and went to bathroom. They acted normally as if nothing happened between them.

At about midnight he started doing the same things again. He started feeling Mona up and squeezing her boobs.

Now as it was night time, they could not see each other’s faces, for that matter nothing seks hikayeleri was visible.

Mona was wide awake while that was happening. Roger grew bolder and was then kissing her neck area.

He went on lower and started to remove her night dress aside and was kissing her boobs over her bra. He was squeezing one and was kissing the other.

Roger was trying to suck it too. He was desperate now so he started to remove Mona’s bra. He ripped it apart soon, made short work on her nipple and there were the watermelons he had been dying for so long.

He felt them fully naked and started rubbing his face into them madly. He was sucking them and kissing them hard.

Mona was moaning loudly then. She was encouraging him with her hands pushing his head into her breasts.

He began to kiss Mona all over her body, her face, they tried the French kiss, he began to kiss Mona’s flat tummy, her navel, went even lower too. He dragged Mona’s panty down and began to lick her pussy.

He was inserting his tongue into it and was fucking her with his tongue. Mona was thumping her hips and banging them up and down on the bed.

She was trembling in lust and pure passion. She was dreaming of this for the last few days and finally this happened.

Mona was asking him to fuck her. He was groaning and obliged her request, took his nude unprotected dick and shoved it hard into her pussy.

She didn’t even care about any protection at that time. She was in lust and total ecstasy.

Roger was ramming his cock harder and harder. To her taste he was a lot harder and longer than his son Rand. He fucked Mona for about two hours that night. He came thrice during it. He finally collapsed over her. They slept like that start naked.

Mona was the one to get up first the next morning. He was just beside her, hugging her, her chest clinging into his. His hand was over her and his face was near her neck.

Mona tried to move away. She woke him. He caught Mona’s breast with his hand and squeezed it for one more time and looked at her and smiled.

Mona couldn’t look at him. She was relaxed after that joyful sex. So she turned away and she was trying to get off the bed.

He moved down to her pussy and felt her near that area. Mona giggled and she left the room. She got dressed and she was preparing breakfast and coffee.

Roger came into the kitchen slowly and hugged her from behind.

Mona froze and stood still. His hands started playing with her breasts again. He was enjoying them very much. He began kissing his daughter-in -law on her neck from behind and continued pressing her boobs.

Roger said, “Let’s take a bath together,” and dragged her into the bathroom. Mona pleaded, saying that she had to prepare the breakfast.

He ignored her requests and said she was enough for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He turned on the shower and they both became wet.

Roger said that he still had not seen her nude in daylight. He wanted to see her totally nude. Mona started kissing him now and hugged him tightly. This really turned him on. He almost ravaged Mona.

He swiftly removed Mona’s housecoat, almost tore her bra open and caught her breasts. They were wet hence slippery.

Roger said that Mona had a good pair and kissed them to his heart’s content. Mona allowed him to relish on them and asked him to do whatever he wanted to, Mona said, “I am all yours.”

He made her nude completely and Mona removed his shorts and caught his dick. It was huge. It was one hell of a dick with good length and width as well. She moved it to and fro for a while and he started to fuck her while standing in the shower.

He was holding Mona’s hips and started to fuck her. He lifted Mona onto him and he was almost holding her with his hands and his dick in her pussy.

It needs great strength to give a standing fuck. Mona and her father-in-law moved to the bedroom and continued their fuck there.

They were having a fucking marathon all those days when Rand wasn’t around. Later on they continued to have sex whenever and wherever they got a chance.

He would feel her up at times, sometimes they had oral sex, and they continued to have a good sexual relationship.

Mona fucked by those two men almost daily. Some days Mona’s husband Rand might not have sex with her but her father-in-law Roger never missed a chance.

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My first memory is of my father yelling, “Get out of my way you worthless piece of shit!” and backhanding me so hard I bounced off of the refrigerator door. I was three years old at the time. That’s actually better than my second memory which is when my mother heard this and came running to deflect his attention away from me and ended up with a split lip and multiple bruises for her trouble. Unfortunately this was the first of many such events. The story of my early life is pretty depressing, but I hope you’ll stick around for the happy ending. I can’t tell you how glad I am that I did!

Dad had seduced Mom when she was barely fifteen and been pressured by his parents into marrying her when she got pregnant with me. He was twenty-four years old and there was a good chance he might have done time on a jail bait rap if he hadn’t. Apparently it was OK to exploit a young girl in those days if you “made an honest woman of her.” When her new husband turned out to be a mean drunk, Mom had few resources to get away. Her education had stopped her sophomore year in high school and her parents turned their backs on her because of her pregnancy. She was resigned to her fate until Dad started slapping me around. Then she vowed to do whatever it took to get us out.

Mom worked all day and secretly went to school at night to better herself. A nice old lady in our apartment building felt so sorry for us that she looked after me for free. Dad was too drunk to notice how much Mom was gone and too busy with all the young girls he was still chasing. By the time I was six she had earned a college degree and gotten a job in a town at the other end of our state. We left without a backward glance. We heard several years later that Dad had died in a drunken fall down a staircase. Neither of us wasted any tears over him.

In our new town Mom tried hard to make up to me for the past. Her job, when she first started, gave us a decent place to live and plenty of food on the table, but not a whole lot extra. One luxury she insisted on paying for, though, was music lessons for me. I fell in love with the first guitar I ever saw. She found me a wonderful teacher who could introduce me to the basics of several styles of music. Like any kid I saw myself playing rock and roll, but to my surprise I was drawn to classical guitar music. Miss Dobbs, my teacher, made sure I was well grounded in all sorts of styles, but she started teaching me the great classical pieces when I was still very young. Women are usually underrepresented in the pantheon of great guitar players, but Miss Dobbs was damn good, especially as a blues player. Right from the beginning music was the central joy of my life.

Mom was worried about me not having any male role models so she also enrolled me in several activities at the local community center which were led by male volunteers. One guy in particular, whom I’ll call Mr. X because he doesn’t deserve the dignity of a real name, taught judo and woodworking classes and made a point of being nice to me. From the start, when I was only eight years old, he singled me out from the other kids and invited me to do special things with him, like go out for ice cream after class. In this day and age most parents would be suspicious of his interest, but Mom had no inkling he was being anything but kind to a fatherless young boy. After all, he was a well thought of married man who claimed that he taught kids because he’d always wanted to be a father, but his wife couldn’t get pregnant. In Mom’s mind it was a perfect situation: a child needing fathering and a man anxious to give it.

Mr. X gained my confidence and then betrayed me in the worst possible way. Of course he told me it was all about love. I started to mature early and by the age of eleven I looked much older. I began lifting weights at the center and was developing a young man’s body. Mr. X started to lose interest in me and I didn’t know how to take it. I was totally confused by that time about what love and sex were all about. Being a smart kid, I started reading about it and came across the word “pedophile.” Suddenly it became clear that Mr. X’s interest had waned because I was no longer a child. What he did to me had nothing to do with love, but was about some twisted sexual appetite.

A year or two later he got caught with some poor kid’s pants down and was arrested. I remember being shocked because I still sort of believed I was the only one. I’ve always told myself that if I’d thought he would do it to another kid I would have turned him in. When he was arrested my mother was horrified and came to me asking if he’d ever tried anything like that with me. I knew she’d be eaten up with guilt if I told the truth so I said “no.” Maybe if I’d been honest I could have gotten help and the next few years would have been different.

I think that’s when what I came to think of as “the wall” grew around my feelings. I just shut down. I felt nothing for anyone, except my mother. I knew her love was real, however misguided, since she obviously çekmeköy escort didn’t realize how defective I was. The rest of the world, however, was never going to get to me again. I put a mental shield around everything that was tender in me to protect myself.

Just to make this part of my life more confusing and painful, my own sexual thoughts and feelings began to develop. I started getting hard-ons when I looked at pictures of people who were attractive to me and since sex was old news to me, I had no hesitation about relieving the tension myself. I was scared spit less about the whole thing, though, because the people I was attracted to were men.

Now, I know there are endless theories about how this happens. Was I gay from birth or because my father rejected me or because I had been molested by a man? Who the hell knows? From what I read, science has yet to determine what causes any of us to form the sexual orientation we do, hetero or homo. To me, it didn’t much matter where it came from, anyway. It was how I was.

I knew what society thought about gays so I kept quiet and didn’t act on my feelings for several years. In the last year of high school a male classmate came on to me because, he said, I was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen and I never had a girl around, so he was hoping I was gay. It’s true there was never a girl in my life. I love women, but I’ve never had a desire to sleep with one. Like it or not, my future was clearly with my own sex. I got it on with the guy and it was pretty satisfying physically, but emotionally I remained numb. He introduced me to some older gay friends and they were all over me immediately. I never needed to have a lonely Saturday night again.

I began to understand the rules of gay culture right away, at least as it was practiced in our town. There was a clear pecking order and stepping outside it seriously reduced one’s status. Basically it amounted to the fact that young, good-looking guys could put their cocks wherever they wanted and older or unattractive ones were grateful receivers. If a top status guy went down on somebody it was considered a magnanimous gesture, but only the low ranked guys took it in the ass. I came into the group as a top-of-the-heap stud. Everybody wanted to service me and I admit I loved it. The emptiness of this behavior didn’t escape my notice, but since I was determined never to connect emotionally with anyone again, I was willing to live with it.

By the time I graduated from high school, I was six foot four, with a dark beard, and a deep voice. It was easy to get into gay nightclubs, especially since the door guards were given large tips for NOT checking the ID of the best looking young studs. I went there often and let good-looking men pick me up. I never wanted anything from them except sex, so I hardly ever gave them my name or paid attention to theirs. For awhile I really thought I was enjoying myself. What gay guy wouldn’t love to have a dozen great looking men fighting to go down on him? Or any number of less attractive ones begging him to fuck them? Yet, every time I went there I felt the hole in my gut that had been there forever, getting bigger and bigger. I became steadily more depressed. I’d use sex like a drug to dull the pain. Sometimes it was gratifying enough that I didn’t think about suicide for several days.

Things were much better in my daytime life and that’s what really kept me sane. I went to a fine local university to study music and finished at the top of my class. Just a few months after I graduated I auditioned with the symphony and got the job! Because guitar is not an instrument that is needed in all programs, I also had time to do make appearances on my own. I got an agent and he set me up several gigs right away. Because of my age and appearance I was in high demand to play on college campuses.

My career took me to places I had only read about and expanded my horizons in many ways. By my second year out of college I was playing several dates a year in Europe and Asia. I was able to buy Mom and I a much nicer home and I was becoming mature enough to know my sexual lifestyle was stupid and unsatisfying. I quit going to clubs when I was twenty-two. After I got a clean bill of health from a doctor (I may have thought about suicide, but I still always used condoms) I discreetly started “dating” nice men that I met through acquaintances from my previous gay hangouts. I know some of them would have liked to have a relationship, but “the wall” was as high as ever and all I had to give was sex. I wasn’t even willing to let myself form a real friendship. I held everyone at arms-length. Actually at two or three arms-lengths.

Thanks to my music I was pretty happy as long as I didn’t dwell on that empty feeling that never left me. When I played, I came as close to pure joy as I knew how to. I would often arrive well before rehearsal time at the symphony just to hear myself play in our acoustically excellent hall. I was playing a Spanish piece one day, thinking I was alone except for some stagehands. I heard a noise behind me and looked around and saw a man I had never seen before.

“Don’t cevizli escort stop, please!” he said. “I love your playing. I’m so sorry for distracting you.”

This guy could certainly be a distraction, all right, I thought. He was extremely attractive. He had dark hair and eyes, though not as dark as mine. He wasn’t as tall as I was, but he was well-built, especially in the shoulders. The black T-shirt and jeans he was wearing outlined a really fit body. I especially noticed the muscles in his lower arms and his sinewy hands. I flashed on the thought of those hands on my body and felt a stirring of desire that took me by surprise.

I got through the rest of the piece somehow and, when I finished, he came over and put his hand out to shake. “I’m Justin Lawrence. I’ve just been signed as assistant conductor and pianist.”

I shook his hand and felt how strong it was. Year of piano training, I assumed. My own hands are very strong and agile as a result of my work, too. “I’m Michael Malone,” I told him.

“Yes, I know. I saw you play last year in New York. I’m a fan. You are an amazing musician, Michael.”

Justin had the warmest eyes I’d ever looked into. He seemed to take me in and wrap a soft blanket around me. I found it disconcerting and highly erotic. “Jesus, man,” I told myself, “he’s undoubtedly straight. You can’t afford to get all gaga over the guy.”

“We’ve still got nearly an hour before the rehearsal,” Justin said. “Would you be willing to play something with me? When I’m a dried-up old man I want to brag that I once played a duet with the legendary Michael Malone.”

Justin’s smile was as warm as his eyes. Kindness and tenderness seemed to radiate from him. I didn’t have the faintest idea how to feel about that. I’d had very little kindness from men in my life. Frankly, it scared me. I almost let my fear push me into making some excuse and refusing to play with him, but I got control of myself and said, “Sure.”

We agreed on a Bach piece that we both knew and started to play. It only took a few stanzas before I was aware of two things: Justin was a world-class musician and his style was a perfect match for mine. We played as if we’d done this together a hundred times. I often appeared in duets with pianists and it took hours of rehearsal to mesh half as well as Justin and I did by some magic instinct. I was completely blown-away by the wonder of it.

That day was the start of something totally new in my life: friendship. Without noticing how it happened I took a few bricks off the top of my “wall” and let Justin into my life. We got in the habit of meeting for lunch whenever we could and we talked for hours, if we didn’t have to be somewhere. I learned that Justin was divorced with two young sons who lived with their mother nine months of the year and came to him in the summer and for two weeks at Christmas. He was crazy about his boys and showed me new pictures of them nearly every time we met. More than once I thought about what it would have been like if I’d had a father who loved me like that.

At first the friendship was very pleasing to me. Justin and I had a million things in common. We didn’t always agree about everything, but it was easy to respect his perspectives. He was a great companion for some of the things I liked to do, like watching movies (both artistic and crudely funny), checking out what was new in the bookstores, and going to hear all kinds of music. We would go for a run several mornings a week. I opened up to him in a way I never had with anyone before. It felt good to share myself like that, but it wasn’t long before I realized it wasn’t enough. One day Justin smiled at me and I realized that I wanted to kiss him more than I’d ever wanted to do anything in my life. Now, my one steadfast rule had always been that I didn’t kiss anyone, except my mother. I would suck a cock, but never suck face. Somehow it seemed more personal.

I had shared a lot with Justin, but I’d never told him about my sexual orientation. I was as far into the closet as a person can get and I just didn’t know how to bring the subject up. I was beginning to think I would have to end the friendship rather than let him see how deeply attracted to him I was.

Justin took the matter out of my hands, however. One day he just calmly told me that the reason his marriage broke up was because he was attracted to other men. He’d done some fooling around with guys in college, but his feelings frightened him and he set out to prove he was straight. When the girl he tried to prove it with got pregnant he married her and stayed faithful to her. His mind was never at peace, however. He constantly had thoughts about having sex with men. By the time his wife had their second son, he knew he couldn’t live a lie anymore. He felt horrible about what he’d done to her, but he’d told his wife the truth and they divorced. She’d been bitterly angry at him at first, which he felt he deserved, but since she had fallen in love and remarried, she had tried hard to understand and forgive him.

He’d never gotten into the bar or club scene and had only had two short affairs, but erenköy escort he knew he’d made the right choice. “I know I’ll find a man I can love someday and we’ll build a life together. Or maybe I should say I’ll find a man who will love me back. You see, Michael, I’ve already fallen in love.”

I’ve been through some scary shit in my life, but nothing rivals that moment for sheer terror. With everything in me I wanted to be the man he loved, but I knew that I didn’t have a clue how to love him back. It had honestly never occurred to me that romantic love would ever happen to me.

I don’t know what part of me was making the decisions when I blurted out, “Justin, I’m gay, too.” My brain certainly hadn’t planned on saying it. I might have been able to get out of there unchanged if Justin hadn’t smiled at me then. That huge, warm, welcoming smile just took possession of me and the next thing I knew I was holding him in my arms and kissing the life out of him. For someone who had never kissed, I sure knew what I wanted to do. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and tasted every corner of it. I licked his beautiful, full lips and opened my mouth to his probing tongue. Thank God all of this happened in his apartment, because I think I would have done it in the middle of Main Street if the circumstances had been the same.

I wanted to strip him naked and take every part of him into every part of me, but I cared too much about him not to stop myself and let him know how messed up I can be. “Justin, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life, but I have to tell you this. I am totally fucked up in more ways than I can count and I’ve never loved another human being except my Mom in my whole life. Certainly not any of the men I’ve had sex with. I have no idea if I can give you what you want. What you deserve!”

He was breathing as hard as I was and I could feel his heart pounding against my palms as I held him away from me so I could try to think. His pupils were dilated and the veins in his neck were visibly throbbing. Our lower bodies were pressed together and even through our heavy jeans I could feel that my rock-hard cock was pressed against one that was equally aroused.

“Michael, maybe you are going to break my heart, but if I run from this I’ll regret it forever. I want to make love to you. You can call what you do to me by any name you want to.”

Suddenly it was very important to do this right. My lust was telling me to rip his clothes off right here and get at it, but I wanted it to mean more than that. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said and took his hand.

When we there I began to remove his clothes with shaky hands. He was wearing a white oxford shirt, open at the neck, and I undid the next button down and kissed his throat. He sucked in his breath. I was so hard that I was afraid the skin of my prick would burst open, but I kept on moving as slowly as I could. I opened the next button and swirled my tongue through the hair on his chest. I could feel how firm his muscles were beneath the skin. Symphony conductors get great upper body workouts and Justin also lifted weights for strength training.

I was wearing a polo shirt which I hadn’t buttoned and Justin buried his face in the collar and kissed my chest. I’d never been particularly noisy when I had sex before, but I couldn’t hold back the moans when his lips touched me. He lifted the shirt off over my head and looked at me. He’d seen me stripped to the waist many times when we ran along the riverfront path, but he was feasting his eyes on me as if he’d never seen me before. If all the blood in my body hadn’t been in my cock, I’m sure I would have blushed under his scrutiny. When his eyes had had their fill, he pulled me against him and wrapped an arm around me. With his other hand he pulled my head to his mouth and plundered mine with his tongue.

I undid the rest of his buttons so fast I ripped a couple of them off and finally we were pressing our naked chests and stomachs together. The heat of his flesh over the steel of his muscles was intoxicating. A wild feeling welled up in me and I bit his shoulder. He growled low in his throat and began to tear open my jeans. I assaulted his waistband with equal fervor. Somehow our jeans came off and our shoes and socks. Then I pulled off his black briefs and his body was naked in my arms. My own briefs were torn off my legs and we fell onto the bed.

God, I just wanted to crawl inside his skin! I wanted to meld with him in some way I couldn’t even explain. I needed to possess him and I needed him to possess me in a primitive, animal way. I had thought I could make this slow and romantic, but I had been so wrong. Never in my life had I been as out of control. I slid down Justin’s body and I took every inch of his hard, thick cock in my mouth and I stimulated it with every skill I’d ever learned. I sucked and licked. I plunged and pulled back. I took his balls in my hand and I rubbed them as hard as I could without hurting him. I fucked his cock with my mouth to the back of my throat and slid it out again to it’s beautifully cut tip. I knew he couldn’t hold out against this assault for long. He was moaning my name over and over and I knew he was close so I sucked hard and dug my fingertips into his butt cheeks with just enough pressure to push him over the edge. His cum filled my throat and I felt a kind of satisfaction I’d never known before.

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It was the night before her first day at the new job, and 30-year old Miss Carolyn Lord was feeling extremely nervous about the whole thing. It was very late, yet Carolyn still remained in her tub of now-tepid bath water. It was so comforting and peaceful just sitting there. The world outside had become just too confusing for her to ever willingly leave this tub again.

To make herself feel better, she thought about her new well-paid position working for the unusual Mrs. Stevens, but it did not really help.

Mrs. Abigail Stevens was a company’s representative at a disastrous conference which Carolyn had attended two weeks ago. Of course, she was aware that Mrs. Stevens had nothing to do with those terrible things that happened to her that fateful day at the hands of her former co-workers.

Yet, it was still with extreme misgivings that she had accepted the position so strangely offered that Saturday by Mrs. Stevens to be her executive secretary. She didn’t entirely trust the woman, for reasons she couldn’t exactly explain, but she was between jobs at the moment and that always made her feel very insecure.

The way the woman kept staring at her the day of the conference!

With all that had happened, she could still feel Mrs. Stevens’ eyes burning into her own. Weird!

But then, after that one terrible weekend she didn’t feel very secure about much of anything. Except Tamiko, of course. The small Japanese exchange student currently staying with her was the only person Carolyn felt she could be sure of not to try to take advantage of her. She knew she could trust the girl implicitly.

She thought of others who had deliberately violated her trust in them. She had worked diligently as a paralegal in the same law firm for five years, and had earned a position of respect. Her recent betrayal and humiliation at the hands of her supposed co-workers had destroyed her ability to have faith in anyone else, for the moment anyway. It was only Tamiko who had somehow always managed to be present whenever she was needed the most, to rescue her from whatever mess she had gotten herself into at the time.

In fact it was only through the gentle urgings of Tamiko that she had considered the job offer at all.

After that disastrous last Saturday at the firm, Carolyn had wanted absolutely nothing to do with her former co-workers or anyone even remotely associated with them. That next Monday she had mailed in her carefully worded resignation, saying that for reasons of a personal nature she was quitting the firm and for them to box up her personal belongings and leave them for later pickup at the receptionist’s desk. She also mentioned she was entitled to the firm’s standard package of two-months’ severance pay.

It was Tamiko who, by checking with her college professors, discovered that Mrs. Stevens’ company was a highly regarded manufacturer of furniture, among other things. The general consensus was that anyone who had a chance to work there should do so, as it was a profitable company with excellent prospects and had an honest commitment to worker satisfaction.

So Carolyn called the number Mrs. Stevens had left for her on her home answering machine, and arrangements were made to begin the formal process of recruitment. But first, she knew that before she could do anything, she had to finish with her former employers.

As Carolyn had vowed never to set foot in her old firm again, it was of course Tamiko who called to make sure that all was ready and later went to retrieve Carolyn’s things from that hateful place.

Carolyn looked uncertainly at the cardboard box now sitting on her small kitchen table, before she reluctantly began to go through the contents. Aside from her personal effects, in the box Carolyn found a large sealed envelope. It contained a letter of regret for her sudden decision to depart the firm, and a second letter to be used as a reference as needed for her future employers. It also contained a photo taken at the last Christmas party, signed by all the firm’s employees who wished her well on her new endeavors.

The photo she immediately burned in her sink, then flushed the still-smoking ashes down the garbage disposal.

After going back to the envelope, a surprised Carolyn noticed two checks. One was a severance check for six times the amount to which she knew she was entitled. The second was a bonus check of ridiculous size for her efforts in bringing about such a successful conference.

A sudden flash of anger passed through her, then faded to nothing. “Successful!” she muttered. “Successful!” The humiliation of that day came back with a terrifying suddenness, and Carolyn felt faint. She collapsed on one of the two kitchen chairs with a sigh. Carolyn fought to retain her composure as she looked at the two checks in her shaking hand. Tamiko came up behind her and started massaging the tense muscles of her neck.

Carolyn was too tired and too unsure of anything any more to do something as drastic as to follow her first impulse, which was to send both checks back and demand Ataşehir Escort what little was really due her. Setting aside the checks, Carolyn looked over the reference with a grim satisfaction. She then raised it over her head to show it to an eagerly awaiting Tamiko.

“How many ways can you say ‘excellent’?” Carolyn asked her friend dryly.

“How wonderful for you,” Tamiko replied. “But, it is only what you truly deserve.”

“Are you sure?”

Tamiko looked down from the glowing reference to see her beautiful Carolyn sitting before her with silent tears running down her cheeks. Tamiko carefully replaced all of the documents in the envelope and returned it to the box.

Holding her by the hands, the Japanese teenager raised the quietly weeping woman to her feet. Carolyn stood pliantly as Tamiko held the distressed woman tightly in her arms. Carolyn circled her own arms around her friend’s slender waist. She was wondering what would become of her, when Carolyn was startled to suddenly feel Tamiko’s plush lips on her own, while the girl’s hands had begun to knowingly knead Carolyn’s firm buttocks through the fabric of her thin summer shorts and tight panties.

Even with Tamiko’s distractions, Carolyn still felt haunted. She could never get over the disturbing fact that the outbreak of sex-madness which inexplicably erupted throughout the office that horrible Saturday, coincided with the one day she had to go to work without wearing any underclothes at all. She didn’t even have a blouse on with her suit.

Her clothes were not available that day because of an amazing set of circumstances. She had spent the night before at Tamiko’s apartment, following the strange initiation of someone from her old firm into an unusual group of Tamiko’s friends. In the process of the initiation, her own clothes had somehow become so soiled, even damaged, that she had nothing for the office that next day.

She had also experienced some of the most bizarre sex fantasies of her life that strange Friday night. It all seemed so real, too! Thankfully, as Tamiko had explained to her the next day, it was just her own imagination running wild.

It was her secret belief that she herself and her own slutty nature were really to blame for what happened to her at the office on Saturday, that she was the unwitting cause of her own downfall. She couldn’t deny that she had secretly felt deliciously naughty being in the office like that, at least in the beginning. Was that the trigger? She wondered. It was a miserable thought, but one which followed her around her apartment like a dark cloud. It was all her fault!

Even now, with someone who was just staying over a few days trying to comfort her, she guiltily felt a familiar sweet melting sensation begin to penetrate her grief, a slight trembling of anticipation in her belly. Why did she keep reacting to people in such harmless situations in this unnatural way? What was wrong with her?

She knew she felt deeply about this mere girl who was proving to be such a comfort to her in her time of troubles, yet she also knew that Tamiko, like any child, could get a little overly demonstrative at times and this caused Carolyn to get very nervous indeed.

When she felt Tamiko’s tongue start to work its way between her teeth Carolyn felt an urgent need to break off the delightful kiss.

“Tamiko, please!” the blushing Carolyn said. “You know I don’t like it when you do that.” She gently pushed the girl’s hands away from their embarrassing grip on her sensitive behind.

“Yes, I know,” breathed Tamiko as she clamped her mouth over the protesting Carolyn’s once again, her hands returning to the woman’s enchanting buttocks. Tamiko’s tongue dueled with Carolyn’s before taking possession of Carolyn’s moist mouth, running freely inside the woman’s oral cavity before pulling out again.

Tamiko’s sudden assault on her mouth left Carolyn shocked and gasping for air. Tamiko’s kisses always had that effect on her. From the moment their lips would touch, it wouldn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, but Carolyn could feel this electric charge surge through her entire being, and she would go positively limp. No one had ever had that effect on her before and she just did not understand it!

Of course, there was quite a few things going on in her life right now that she found absolutely baffling. Normally a very decent person, Carolyn knew that her young friend had this strange habit of taking her completely by surprise with some childish routine (like just now, when the teenager was so freely touching her), leaving her feeling very embarrassed and usually quite breathless. Yet, Carolyn was always surprised to find that, after being agitated by Tamiko’s astonishing behavior, whatever black mood she had helplessly found herself drifting into would completely vanish. It was one of the things that made her care for the Japanese teenager all the more.

The woman looked upon her young guest with a constantly growing sense of affection. Tamiko, wise far Kadıköy Escort beyond her years, had proved to be a God-send to the troubled Carolyn. The events of that horrible weekend had severely shaken her self-confidence, not to mention her self-respect. Nothing in her previous experience had even come close to those astonishing, even bizarre few days. Oddly, her nipples became terribly erect just from her thinking about the still hazy events which had altered her life forever.

Something happened to her that weekend. It spite of all the horror and humiliation she had endured or even just imagined, something fundamental had been changed inside of her. There now existed a weird burning deep in her, a burning which had never existed before. She had become obsessed with thoughts about sex. Everything around her seemed to assume a strange erotic glow. The oddest things now affected her. It was as if a fire had been lighted deep within her, a fire which she certainly did not want but which she knew was now a part of her all the same. A fire which threatened to burst joyously out of control at any moment.

But burst joyously at what?

Carolyn Lord was a woman who believed in absolute self-control at all times, and the existence of the fire scared her.

“Thank God for Tamiko,” she thought. “Thank God.”

Although a solitary person by nature, without the calming presence of the Japanese girl living with her, Carolyn didn’t know how she would have survived the last two weeks. The girl was her rock. She could go to the teenager for comfort and understanding of her recent tumultuous, confusing life whenever she felt the need, and the girl would always be there for her, never fail her in her time of need. It was a debt she knew she could never repay.

Even her most private, intimate thoughts could be shared without risk of embarrassment or shame to either of them. Tamiko even encouraged her to do so, to always tell her of such things for her own good. And it was good, Carolyn knew, being finally able to really talk about the important things with someone who cared about her as a person.

Yet, she knew she could not tell her friend about the fire. Her own recent slutty behavior disturbed Carolyn bad enough, but the fire was something else again. She did not want to lessen herself in front of her friend any more than she probably already had done. Even though much of what Tamiko unknowingly did around the apartment seemed to encourage the fire, Carolyn knew that it was up to her fight this thing within her. It was not young Tamiko’s problem at all, but Carolyn’s.

The Japanese girl was too fine a person, Carolyn knew, to even realize that she was bothering her in such an unusual way. Her guest was very polite, fastidious, intelligent, and possessed of an oriental loveliness that Carolyn found strangely compelling. Yes, Carolyn found her friend to be a perfect companion for her. Well, almost perfect anyway.

“If only she didn’t act so damn peculiar all the time,” Carolyn thought. It was just the way her luck had been running lately that her new best friend happened to be something of a nudist.

Oh, Carolyn could understand quite well all about cultural differences, about doing things in a certain way about the home. Her own way of living, learned from her Greek-American background, could be considered by many to be very unusual indeed. But still! Some things just were not done!

Tamiko insisted on doing practically everything around the apartment stark naked, from her college homework to the housework. It always proved highly embarrassing for the very proper Carolyn as she tried not to watch as her friend flittered unconcernedly about the small but comfortably furnished apartment, the girl’s supple, athletic body so proudly on display.

Strangely, Carolyn found her friend’s body unusually fascinating. She could hardly take her eyes from it. If she looked for too long a time, she would suddenly find her heart pounding and her mouth very dry. How odd!

Carolyn sometimes found herself trembling uncontrollably whenever Tamiko’s nude form would accidentally brush against her own properly dressed body. Carolyn would pretend not to notice, of course, but it was clear that Tamiko felt at liberty to act with an astonishing familiarity with Carolyn’s body that had the woman in quite a spin. She was always touching her in some way, quite innocently of course. Still, in Carolyn’s confused state of mind it was just another thing that Tamiko unknowingly did that fanned the flames burning within her.

Even the smell of the girl’s glorious sun-bronzed flesh (with not a single tan mark!) would frequently send Carolyn tumbling into a giddy mental whirlpool.

Regardless of her own discomfort over the idea of a naked guest, Carolyn still had her duties as hostess to perform. The fact that her casual nudity made Tamiko feel very much at ease (as much as it made Carolyn feel nervous) was enough to convince her not to make too big a deal out of it.

However, whenever Tamiko suggested that she, Bostancı Escort Carolyn, should “get comfortable” as well, Carolyn could only politely decline.

It wasn’t just her strong natural modesty. It was the growing realization that whenever she was undressed around Tamiko, for whatever reason, certain…things would happen. Her normally well-disciplined body would suddenly develop a mind of its own and before she could prevent it, she would find herself…reacting. She would react to Tamiko just as strongly as she would to any of her recent dream lovers. The burning within her would reach epic proportions and she could hardly think.

Reacting to Tamiko, of all people. It was ridiculous! She knew it was quite insane, yet there it was for her to plainly see anytime Tamiko was even just close by her.

It was all far beyond her understanding of what she knew to be right and proper. It was also far beyond her understanding of herself as a person, as a woman.

Yet, the disturbing fact remained that her new friend could affect her in the most unseemly manner. It was absolutely crazy, of course, for such a thing to happen, but this girl could reach her very soul as no one else.

They had been staying together for only a few weeks, yet it was obvious that Tamiko had some kind of weird effect on her. She had never touched her in that special way after that strange incident in the kitchen, which occurred during their first Sunday morning together. Yet, in spite of all that happened to her that weekend, that was the one incident which she could remember with crystal clarity. It still brought peculiar tingles coursing through her body at the very thought of that first Sunday.

Nights proved the worst. That first night, Tamiko insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Carolyn as her only condition for staying with her.

“I hate to be alone,” Tamiko had told her with tears forming in her black, almond-shaped eyes, and that was enough for Carolyn.

Carolyn found it touching that the worldly Tamiko, now living far from her home in Yokosuka, could still retain her childhood fears. She didn’t hesitate in allowing Tamiko to share the sacred privacy of her double-size bed whenever she wished.

The fact that Tamiko, naturally, insisted on sleeping in the nude shouldn’t have really surprised Carolyn, yet she still found the sight of the lovely naked oriental slipping under the sheets close beside her somewhat disquieting. Even in her usual comfortable, long flannel nightgown, Carolyn could still feel the heat radiating from all that naked flesh lying right there beside her.

Carolyn could only hope that Tamiko’s need for company at night was very temporary at best, because she wasn’t at all sure if her nerves could take anything longer.

Two weeks later Tamiko’s nude presence in Carolyn’s bed was now taken for granted, and had acquired the force of habit. Fortunately, she proved such a steady sleeper that Carolyn was hardly aware of her close presence after a while, although she did have to be careful with her hands, so she wouldn’t accidentally touch Tamiko, especially in one of the beautiful girl’s more private places.

It was her own sleeping habits which were causing Carolyn trouble at night. Her dreams had started to assume a weird, erotic aspect she had never experienced so constantly before. They were so vivid, so real. It was as if someone was actually making love to her every night!

When Tamiko finally got Carolyn to tell her about them, she rightly explained that they were just a temporary reaction to her bad weekend, and were nothing to worry about. The dreams continued however, building in intensity. She grew extremely restless at night, so much so that she would occasionally wake up feeling suffocated, only to find that her long nightgown had somehow worked its way over her head.

She finally agreed with Tamiko to do something about it, especially after seeing the effects her restless nights were beginning to have on her guest. Although she denied it, Carolyn could tell that Tamiko’s sweet face was also showing the effects of long, sleepless nights, and what else could be keeping that dear child up late at night but Carolyn’s own unusual restlessness?

Before she even had a chance to decide what new dressing gown to buy, Carolyn found that a few days earlier Tamiko had already gotten her some T-shirts to sleep in. Tamiko said they had to be T-shirts because Carolyn still foolishly resisted Tamiko’s practical suggestion that she simply sleep in the nude like her. The T-shirts proved to be very short, much shorter that Carolyn would have considered, even if she wasn’t sharing her bed with someone at the moment. She looked with misgiving as she held one up to her body. It barely came to her upper thighs.

“You can always take them back,” Tamiko told her, with a hurt expression in her voice. Tamiko’s reaction again reminded Carolyn about how sensitive the Japanese girl was in matters concerning manners and protocol. She resolved in the future to accept whatever Tamiko gave her, regardless of how suitable Carolyn herself felt about it. It was, after all, only the polite thing to do. After a few embarrassed nights in her T-shirts, Carolyn was astounded in the difference it made. Her sleep was finally restful for a change, although still strangely erotic.

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I was in my early 30’s and working as an analyst for a large corporation. The benefits of the job were good but the pay was average to below average. It allowed me to rent a home and buy a car but not much else. I was not what you would call “aggressive” when it came to career advancement. I was, and always have been, a laid back type of person.

In college I had a relationship with a girl for the first time and we were each virgins the first time we had sexual intercourse. We learned how to have sexual relations with the opposite sex together and we had lots of fun.

There was one piece of my sexual history I did not share with my college girlfriend. It was my love of wearing lingerie and dressing completely as a girl. I had started doing this by sneaking into my mom’s lingerie drawer when she was not at home and trying on the large variety of items that all 1960’s housewives had.

When I graduated from college, my girlfriend and I went our separate ways and I moved into my own apartment when I got a job straight out of college. Living alone and not having a steady girlfriend I decided I would buy my own set of lingerie and use it to satisfy my sexual urges. I purchased a dozen pair of full cut panties, several half-slips and camisoles, plus ten different full slips and ten bras of all the popular colors. They were all loaded with lace and all nylon. I purchased a dozen long nightgowns and three sexy baby doll outfits. I had a dresser that had nothing but lingerie in it.

As the years went by I became bolder and I started buying dresses and skirts along with coordinating blouses. Wigs, breast forms, and make-up followed and before I knew it I could dress myself from head to toe as a girl and look very, very pretty. I passed easily as a girl in public and was never afraid to appear in public as a girl.

This type of lifestyle continued for about six or seven years until I was assigned to work on a project that involved an investment bank that worked with our company. I was part of a team of analysists who had to interact with a small team of employees from the bank. It was during this assignment that I met my future wife. She was on the team of people at the bank assigned to work with our group.

When our groups first met I noticed this girl right away and she had the same attraction toward me. The project was expected to take 9 months to complete and after about two weeks the girl who would become my wife and I were seeing each other outside of work on a fairly regular basis. She was ten years younger than me as this was her first job out of college at age 23. I was 33 and the age difference never seemed to come between us. We engaged in sexual intercourse on our fourth date and never stopped having sex our whole dating life.

About a year after we met we were married. Married life was great. We had sex at least five times a week for the first six months. We experimented with different positions and various sex toys and generally enjoyed one another very much. My wife did not believe in birth control and even though I was ejaculating inside her just about every night she never became pregnant which was just fine for the both of us.

She was moving up at her job and I was making a decent, but not great, salary. We owned our own home and things were really quite nice. It was in our eighth month of marriage that our intercourse sessions began to drop off. We were down to four times a week for a couple of months and one year in we were down to three times a week. By the time we had been married a year and a half we were down to once a week. Three months later it was twice a month. On our second anniversary we were lucky to have sex once a month.

When we were first married we slept together in the nude. As the months went by my wife began wearing cotton pajamas that soon had the colors and look of male pajamas. It was not very appealing.

When we got down to once every other month I asked my wife if something was wrong as she was in her late 20’s and I was in my late 30’s. She assured me nothing was wrong and that the pressures of her work were taking a toll on her. She also said that while she enjoyed our fucking, she never had been a fan of the sex act itself. She felt pressure to cum and felt pressure to make me cum.

Another couple of months went by and after we had finished having an intercourse session where my wife did not cum, I apologized to her and she said:

“Why don’t we just stop trying to pretend, and just quit having sex.”

“We know we love one another and are faithful to each other. Getting fucked has never been a necessity for me and if we find we miss doing it we can always try again.”

I was a bit shocked, but I knew without my wife’s income life for me by myself would not be pleasant. I reluctantly agreed with her suggestion. And when it rains, it pours, as just two weeks later I was laid off at my job.

My wife was very supportive of my situation and told me to take plenty of time off before looking acıbadem escort for another job. Her salary could easily support the both of us.

Having a lot of time on my hands at home alone during the day and having no sexual outlet was not a good combination for me. As my mind wandered during the day it wandered back to my days of wearing lingerie and fully dressing as a girl. I had not told my wife about my hobby, but I had kept a trunk in the garage with my entire wardrobe cleaned and carefully folded inside. I didn’t make it more than three days before I was bringing the trunk into the bedroom when my wife was at work.

The first time I opened the lid I lost my breath looking at how pretty the nylon and lace was on my panties, bras, and slips. And my nightgowns were beautiful. I forgot how much I missed wearing everything. I felt chubby in my briefs and in less than a minute I had stripped completely nude. My penis is a bit smaller than normal, but adequate to please a woman. I looked down to see my cock straighten itself out from between my legs. I had ample pubic hair as the swollen head of my dick and a small portion of the shaft exposed themselves with my growing erection.

Since my wife and I were not having sexual intercourse, my mind began to race to what I could do by myself sexually. My first thought was to shave my entire body to remove all, and I do mean all, body hair. I knew I would need to sit in a very hot bathtub and use baby oil to avoid ingrown hairs so I quickly started to fill the bath. While this was happening I was going through the trunk and selecting a fully complete set of beautiful lingerie. Panties, bra, garter belt, nylons, slip. I was shaking as I selected a dress that had always fit me perfectly. I then picked out a shoulder length wig and pulled out my makeup kit with everything I needed.

The bathtub was just about full as I slid into the very hot water. I used some of my wife’s bath soap which softened my skin and I used her shaving cream on every part of my body with hair. I have very little upper body hair naturally so it was easy to clean off my chest and underarms. My legs were next as I had never shaved them before. The hair slid off my legs with the razor without effort. I have no natural hair on my ass so my pubic area was next. Having an erection kept my cock out of the way as I carefully and thoroughly shaved every last hair off my crotch. When I stepped from the tub I was completely smooth and hairless. My cock looked out of place and not as big as I thought, and as I finished up shaving my face smooth I lost my erection so completely the entire shaft of my dick pulled into my body. All that could be seen was the pink head and only the top half of it at that. I noticed a small drop or two of pre-cum oozing out of my cock slit. I rubbed baby oil over my entire body to prevent razor burn and it felt great. I could physically feel myself becoming a girl and I loved it!

I went into the bedroom and dressed myself completely in lingerie and was stunned at how wonderful my lingerie felt when I put it on. I was remembering what it was to be a girl and I wanted to be a girl more than ever. My nipples were fully erect in my training bra and I saw two wet spots on the front of my bra. My nipples were discharging liquid! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had never felt as feminine as I did at this moment and I wanted to feel more.

My dress was next and my makeup complete with press-on colored fingernails. I had done my makeup many times before and I had not forgotten how to do it. I looked beautiful as I pulled my wig into position and combed it smooth. I gasped as I looked at myself in our full length mirror. I felt completely female. And to top it off I had no erection in my panties. My small ball sack also felt as though it had shrunk. This look and feeling for me was perfect.

I spent the rest of the day dressed as a girl as I did what my wife and I agreed would be my chores while I was home without work. I felt like a wife; and I looked like one too!

About an hour before my wife was to get home I laid back on our bed, lifted my dress and slip and slid my hands inside my panties to touch my little cock. The shaft was just a little bit out of my body as I pulled on myself to coax myself to erection. It took a few minutes, but pulling on my fully smooth body parts felt wonderful. All it took was my thumb and one finger to pull on my tiny dick and in less than a minute I ejaculated a full load into my panties. I kept pulling my cock and milking every last drop out as I felt the warm cum flow all over my cleanly shaved crotch. The release was perfect. I remembered why I like dressing as a girl so much and I decided I would do it on a daily basis.

My wife and I slept in a king size bed and we rarely if ever spooned together or touched because it was not comfortable for either of us and we got too hot to sleep comfortably. This presented an opportunity for me and I began to take full advantage of atalar escort it along with another idea I had for when my wife and I were at home in the evening.

Before my wife would get home I would be careful to take off all my makeup and outer female clothing, but I would not take off any of my lingerie. I would leave my bra and panties and slip on under my male clothing. I was the only one who knew I was wearing a full set of lingerie under my male clothing and that was exciting by itself. I also decided to wear my long nightgown to bed every night. I would conceal it under my male pajamas and when I was under the covers with the lights out I would quietly remove my male pajamas and sleep next to my wife all night dressed as a girl. She was not at all aware what I was doing. Or so I thought.

About a month after I had been wearing lingerie full time and fully dressing as a girl on a daily basis, my wife asked me one evening to take a look at a video she had. I was standing next to her at her computer when she played a video showing our bedroom and a clear picture of me performing my morning ritual of becoming a girl.

“Where did you get this?” I asked.

“I placed one of those undercover nanny cams on my side of the bed stand. I had a feeling that something strange was going on while I was gone. I thought you may be having another woman come into our home when I was at work. I was pretty surprised to see that you were the other woman.”

What could I say? She had me on video. All I could say was:

“I started doing this when I was very young and when we stopped having sexual intercourse I started doing this again to give me a sexual outlet.”

She said to me:

“Well this is some outlet! I never thought of my husband as a woman. Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

I told her I had been sleeping in bra, panties, and a nightgown every night and that I felt very sexually aroused when I was dressed as a girl.

She said:

“This is a lot to process. I think under the conditions I see here you might need to sleep in the guest bedroom. But since you find so much pleasure in wearing nightgowns there’s no need to hide it from me. When you get ready for bed just put on your girly things like you want to and I will tuck you in bed…in the other room.”

Knowing I needed to stay married to survive I agreed to this plan. After a few days she told me I might as well stay dressed as a girl full time. She would think of me as her “wife” and she said she would put all of my male clothing in storage to assure I would only wear female attire.

“I’m going to call you Tammy from now on and I expect you to do the laundry and the house cleaning and I want you to do the cooking for us every evening at dinner. And I want you to dress as a girl fulltime. No male clothing at all.”

I agreed to this as I really had little choice not to.

It was our fifth night of sleeping in separate rooms that I woke up in the middle of the night and I decided I would try to slide back into our main bed where my wife was. I quietly tiptoed into the room and slowly lifted the covers and gently got into bed. As I turned toward my sleeping wife I saw she was completely nude. She had gone back to sleeping naked when I was not in our bed! I reached out to touch her and she woke up with a start.

“What are you doing?!” She quickly asked.

“I’m coming back to our bed” I replied.

“Oh no you don’t. You are a girl now, and I don’t want to be naked in bed with another girl. You need to go back to your own bed.” She said sternly.

I got out of our bed and returned to the bed in the other room and went back to sleep.

The next evening when my wife came home she said she did not want a repeat of what happened the night before so she decided at night she would tie me in my bed to the bed posts spread eagle at my wrists and ankles. Every night when it was time for bed I could wear whatever nightgown I liked with bra and panties on underneath and she would make sure I was tied into my own bed. She made it a point to be fully clothed in her normal work clothes when she tied me to my bed. I was not to get out of bed until she untied me in the morning. Her power over me was kind of a turn on so I went along with her request.

It was in the summer and the nights were on the warm side so I had been sleeping in a short baby doll nightgown with large panties filled with lace most nights. My wife had finished tying me into bed for the night and she kissed me goodnight on the forehead. She turned out the light and went to her room and for whatever reason I became sexually aroused more than usual. My dick began to grow in my panties and I was helpless to touch it. I began to squirm in bed and I guess the noise I was making caught the attention of my wife who had not yet turned in.

As my wife came back into my room and turned on the light she saw my panties with my cock pushing them straight up in the middle. She was wearing aydınlı escort just her bra and panties as she said:

“Ohhh, does my little girl have a problem?”

“No problem,” I answered trying to shrink my erection. “Just a little restless in my panties tonight.”

“Well little girl” my wife replied. “What if I could offer you a little relief?”

“Would you do that?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not sure what I can really do, but let me try this.” She said.

With that she slowly removed her bra and her panties while standing at the foot of the bed. She then reached out to my panties and pulled them down as far as my spread eagle condition would allow. My cock sprang back and forth as it came out of my panties. I watched as she climbed onto my bed and crawled over me on her hands and knees. I noticed she was careful to stay just far enough above me so I could not touch her naked body.

I saw her tits above my face and her nipples were very engorged and standing out straight but I could not touch them with my tongue. She made sure of that. I felt something warm and wet drip onto my cock and as I looked down I saw that my wife’s pussy was dripping wet.

“You’re dripping on me honey” I said.

“I am?” she replied.

“Yes. Does that mean you want us to fuck?” I asked.

“I’m not sure” she said. “What if I just do this to you?”

And with that she started to lower her fully shaved pussy lips down to my throbbing cock, but she only barely let them touch the tip of my cock. I felt her warm juices and could very lightly feel the skin at the front of her cunt. As soon as she felt this too she quickly lifted her crotch up.

“I don’t think I can fuck a girl tonight” she said. “I do like to just let you lightly touch my cunt lips with your cock, so let’s try that again.”

Again she lowered herself to my cock and just barely touched the tip and again rose up. She did this several more times while I was getting harder and harder. She also lowered her breasts and nipples down to just above my mouth and as I stuck out my tongue to touch them she quickly pulled them up and away.

I was being teased and I was tied to the bed and could do nothing about it. Finally, in what was a surprise to me and to her, I gasped for breath and my cock shot out a stream of cum that I could not stop. It did this without being touched. My wife quickly pulled herself back to avoid getting squirted on as she laughed.

“Wow” she said.

“You are some kind of girl. I teased you to an orgasm and you didn’t need to be inside me to cum. I like this. It keeps me clean of your spunk but it turns me on and it obviously does you too. I’m going to finish myself to orgasm with my finger while you watch, then we can both get a good night’s sleep.”

She plunged her finger into her pussy and rubbed her clitoris very quickly and she came to loud groans in less than two minutes. When she came her pussy juices flowed freely off her hand and onto the sheets of my bed. She took a couple of minutes to catch her breath and then she pulled my panties back up on me and turned out the light and left to go to her room. It was an unusual but very exciting experience for us both.

The next night when my wife came home after I cleared off the dishes from dinner it was almost time for bed. I went upstairs and got into my baby doll and panties and told my wife I was ready for bed.

After she had tied me into bed securely she went into her bedroom and came back with a paper sack from a local sex shop. She pulled out something I had never seen before, a male chastity device that she had purchased that day. Still fully clothed, my wife said:

“After you shot your ejaculation last night without being touched, I decided I should get one of these for you.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s a locking device for your cock.” She said.

“I’m going to be the only one who has the key to the lock. When I put it in place it will prevent you from having an erection. And if you try to get hard the pain will be too great to continue.” She smiled a sly smile.

“How will I pee?” I asked.

“There are several holes in the end. You’ll be able to pee easily. It just doesn’t come off until I let you out.” She continued.

“I’m going to pull your panties down and lock this device in place tonight and it’s going to stay locked on you until I remove it. I’m told if I unlock it once a week for the day you will be able to masturbate yourself to orgasm while I’m at work. When I get back home I’ll lock you back up which will keep your semen from getting on or in me.” She was very deliberate in her directions.

“I hope it doesn’t hurt.” I said.

“It won’t.” she said. “Now stay still while I lock you into chastity.”

The hard plastic ring went around the back of my small ball sack. On the top, a hard plastic hood was placed over my penis and locked to the ring. It was not coming off unless it was unlocked. My wife pulled my panties back up and I was tied in my bed and locked in chastity. My wife stood next to the bed and then kissed me on the forehead, pulled up the sheet, and turned out the light. I didn’t want to admit it, by my position in bed was sexually exciting. I drifted off to sleep fairly easily.

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