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It was one year after the events described in “Laura’s Sweaty, Smelly Awakening.” Laura and Alec were now married and Laura had been fully converted into Alec’s fetishes for female smells, sweat, and feet. In fact, the shared smelling of Laura’s shoes, nylons and panties had become a staple of their sex lives. In general, Laura had discovered a latent bisexuality and, along with it, celebrated and encouraged Alec’s fantasies about being with other women.

Laura and Alec decided to take a summer trip to Chicago. Laura got in touch with a young woman, Erin, who she had known briefly from a previous job. Erin was living there and Laura thought that if she and Alec stayed at her place instead of a hotel, it would save them money. But, more importantly, Laura also knew that the situation would be full of erotic possibilities. Recently her fantasies had revolved around exhibitionist situations where she and Alec explored their fetishes in a more public, confrontational way.

Friday

They arrived in Chicago on a hot morning in July. Laura had told Erin that they would not be at her place until the early evening, and she and Alec decided to spend the day walking around the shores of the Lake. Laura was wearing her famously smelly black leather shoes (without socks), tan shorts, and a blue t-shirt. It was 90 degrees in the afternoon, and by the time that they got to Erin’s apartment building around five o’clock, they were both tired and sweaty.

Alec had never seen Erin. When she came to the door to greet the couple, he saw that she was quite tall (taller than he was), long-limbed and Nordic looking, with blue eyes and medium length blond hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt, tight jeans hugging her full hips, and old pink flip-flop sandals.

Both Alec and Laura immediately noticed her long feet, almost twice the size of Laura’s, and her toes with chipped red polish. Erin brought them into the apartment, consisting of a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen with a small dining table directly off of the living room.

The living room had a futon and Erin said that they could sleep there. Laura told Erin that they would like to stay with her until Monday morning, which the blonde woman was fine with. In general, Erin was easy going and matter of fact. Certainly not the type of person who would complain about the behavior of the people staying with her — and this was something Laura planned to take full advantage of in pursuing her and Alec’s kinky designs.

Erin said that she was about to make some pasta for dinner and that it would be great if they joined her. Laura and Alec eagerly accepted Erin’s invitation, as it would allow them to enact the rough plan that they had agreed on earlier. Erin went into the kitchen, leaving Laura and Alec to drop their bags near the futon.

“So what do you think? She’s attractive, uh?” Laura said in a half-whisper, with a sly smile on her face, before adding “I bet you were looking at her feet.”

“They’re really nice,” Alec said.

“They’re really big…I wonder if that makes them smell more,” Laura pondered in her typically child-like way when she was curious about something.

“How are yours doing, by the way?” Alec asked.

“So hot and swampy in these shoes, it feels like I’m stepping in a puddle whenever I walk…they must really stink.”

“We’ll soon find out, and so will Erin,” Alec said mischievously.

The coupled kissed. “You’re sweaty and smelly all over,” Alec said.

“Well I didn’t take a shower yesterday, remember? And in this heat I get all ripe….I didn’t wear any deodorant today. Look at my pit stains.” Alec hadn’t noticed, but since they entered the apartment Laura now had visible sweat patches extending under the arms of her t-shirt. “Do you think Erin will notice?” asked Laura lifting up her arm.

“I hope so,” said Alec, as he bent down and sniffed Laura’s moist armpit.

Her arm still raised Laura then turned and bent her head down to smell her own natural ‘perfume.’ “God, I smell like a pig,” she whispered sweetly in Alec’s ear.

“I love it,” Alec said smiling.

Laura moved closer to him, “I also haven’t washed my pussy in two days and I’m wet now.”

“We’ll see about that too…,” Alec said eagerly.

Full of anticipation, the couple went and joined Erin in the kitchen. Laura asked if she could help with preparing anything and Erin said that things were all set with the pasta and salad and that the two could sit down. After a minute Erin came and set the food and a bottle of wine on the table. She sat on one end, with Laura and Alec sitting side by side on the other.

Erin asked about their day and Laura told her about all the walking she and Alec did in the heat. “Wow, that was a lot of walking with your bags in the sun, must have been pretty hot,” Erin said.

Laura looked at Alec, smiled and said “yeah, it was — I’m still kind of sweaty.”

“Oh, sorry, konyaalti escort bayan I forgot to show you the bathroom…I’m sure you want to wash up before eating. It’s right there around the corner, just go ahead,” Erin said helpfully.

“No, that’s ok, I think I’ll eat first,” said Laura firmly.

“Uh, ok,” Erin said, surprised that Laura didn’t want to wash, as her face was shining in the light and beads of perspiration were visible on her forehead. She must sweat a lot Erin thought to herself, before suddenly realizing that, sitting there next to her, she could actually smell Laura.

As if reading Erin’s thoughts and continuing a conversation, Laura said “yeah, I tend to sweat a lot.” She put her hand on Alec’s thigh, before she looked at Erin and said “and sometimes I forget to put deodorant on – you know when you’re in a rush in the morning.”

Surprised by Laura’s conversation Erin forced a smile and said “umm yeah, I guess so.”

The three began to eat in silence. A minute or two later, emboldened by her sense of Erin’s mild discomfort, which Laura found intensely exciting, she decided to push the envelope even further. “But my big problem is my feet,” Laura said, in a half-joking, half-confessional tone, and then paused, looking right at Erin.

Trying to meet Laura’s look and be polite, as was her nature, Erin asked “your feet?”

Laura felt Alec’s hand stroking her thigh as she answered, “Yeah, I think I have a bit of a problem with foot odor, especially when I wear leather shoes without socks like today.”

As illustration, Laura swiveled in her chair and extended her left leg out to the side in front of Erin, who followed it with her eyes. Laura waved her shoe a little before reaching down and taking it off. Erin was still watching as Laura wiggled the pudgy black-painted toe nails of her tan, petite foot. “It feels good just to let them breathe a little…but let me know if you start to get overwhelmed, by the smell, I mean,” Laura said, pretending to be considerate.

Erin, who by now was already starting to get more than whiff of Laura’s foot and shoe stink, as both Laura and Alec could tell from her facial expression and the way she instinctively crinkled her nose, didn’t know what to say, other than to take it as a kind of joke and answer “ok.”

Alec, clearly turned on by the dynamic between Erin and his wife, began to rub Laura’s bare leg again and wondered if she would continue. Another minute of silent eating and then Laura, hoping that Alec was as excited as she was, turned to him and said “remember that time on the train last week?” Alec nodded, happy that Laura was bringing up this true story.

Laura looked at Erin and said “we were on a train and, actually, I think that I was wearing these same shoes without socks, like today…anyway, there was this middle aged couple sitting right across from us. We had been walking all day and my feet were hot and sore and so I kicked off my shoes. I guess I’m used to the smell, but I also had a bad cold and my nose was all stuffed up, but they must have been pretty funky — my feet, I mean. I could tell that the couple were noticing something as they kept squirming around in their seats and the woman kept looking at me and then down at my feet, as if saying that I should put them back on.”

Laura paused and then continued, “of course if she had asked I would have, but she seemed like it was kind of beneath her to even ask me too, you know?, and her really condescending attitude annoyed me. So they kept squirming until after awhile they got up and giving me disgusted looks, sat somewhere else down the aisle. It was only after they left and I smelled my shoes at close range that I realized how raunchy they and my feet were!” Then with mock surprise and anger, Laura turned to Alec and said “you should have told me how bad they stunk!”

Alec playfully shrugged his shoulders and Laura continued with made-up desperation, “I’ve tried to wear odor eaters in my shoes but they don’t last long and are kind of uncomfortable, so I’ve decided just to accept it as natural, you know? I mean Alec is used to it…but sometimes if I’m around other people I just check to make sure — I know that people have different levels of tolerance, I mean unless it’s really bad, like it must have been on the train!”

Then, looking down at her feet thoughtfully, she added “although I guess it was just as hot toady and I walked even more so maybe they are just as bad.” Again pretending to sound genuinely concerned, Laura turned to Erin and said “but really, tell me if it’s too much and I’ll put my shoes outside the door when we come back after a lot of walking, I mean I won’t be offended or anything. Oh, and I won’t wear nylons because that will really set them off — just ask Alec!”

Embarrassed by Laura’s confessions and wondering why she was talking about all of this unpleasant personal stuff at all, especially in front of someone muratpasa escort bayan she really didn’t know that well, let alone while they were all eating, Erin blushed and was at a loss for words.

Both Laura and Alec enjoyed Erin’s obvious embarrassment. It was a kind of perverse game to bring this relative stranger into the world of their fetishes, whether she wanted to be or not, knowing that Erin wasn’t even aware how her presence was slowly stoking their lust for each other, how they were taking advantage of her for their own sexual pleasure. Undoubtedly, this was Laura’s main motivation, but she also thought, less selfishly, that by pushing the boundaries of what other people (especially women) thought was acceptable in these ways, she could make them realize how artificial these boundaries were.

Laura began to rub her bare feet on the thick carpet, enjoying the feeling on the bottom of her soles. She was very moist between her legs and needed some direct stimulation right now in order to relieve the sexual itch that had been building up all day and had grown considerably since she started the conversation. Pretending to have something wrong with her contact lens, she excused herself and went into the bathroom.

Erin didn’t mind Laura leaving, as the smell of her feet and shoes had begun to hang in the air around the table and she wondered why Laura didn’t just wash or something. To change the subject, Erin asked Alec what he did for a job and in the middle of his explaining it to her, Laura called out “Alec, could you get my contact lens solution out of my bag and bring it to me.”

Alec excused himself and went into the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he saw Laura leaning against the basin, her hands shoved down the front of her shorts, rubbing her clit vigorously. She had what Alec called ‘that horny look’ on her face, where her small nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed, and the side of her mouth curved up in a kind of tight grimace. “God that was so hot,” she said, still rubbing herself, “I’m so horny.”

“So am I,” Alec said moving closer to her, “I can’t believe you kept talking about that stuff and playing with her like that.”

“Smell and lick my feet,” Laura said, and Alec who wanted to do nothing else, dropped down to his knees in front of her as Laura extended her left foot and he took hold of it.

Alec pressed his nose to the bottom of his young wife’s damp sole. Some of the vinegary sweat had worn off leaving behind the salty cheese-like aroma he loved equally. He ran his nose, and then his tongue, up and down the bottom of her smelly foot before taking all of Laura’s toes into his mouth at once.

“Shit, I can’t wait anymore,” Laura moaned, pulling her foot away and pushing her shorts and underpants down to her ankles. Alec, still on his knees, was now staring at her shaved mound, where a little dark stubble was beginning to grow back over Laura’s brownish-pink pussy lips. He could smell that she hadn’t washed her lower regions in a few days. Laura took his head in her hands and pushed his face into her crotch, whispering pleadingly, “eat me out, eat my dirty pussy.”

Alec thought he was in heaven as his mouth and nose dug deeper into Laura’s smelly snatch. He was taking her salty nectar on his tongue – when it was this ripe and ‘fishy’ Alec and Laura jokingly called it her ‘clam chowder’ – right there in another woman’s bathroom, as she sat outside eating dinner! Her excitement mounting, Laura stuffed a washcloth in her mouth to try and stifle her moans, although part of her wanted to be overheard. As she climaxed on Alec’s probing mouth, she couldn’t help moaning loudly.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Erin heard the unmistakable moaning coming from the bathroom. Although the couple was acting very strangely to that point, Erin had thought that there behavior was weird but ‘innocent.’ Now, after hearing Laura, she realized there was some kind of sexual dimension involved.

Erin got up and began to clear the table. After a few minutes, Laura, who was now freshly sweating and smellier from her bathroom orgasm, walked barefoot into the kitchen. She apologized for not helping Erin clean up. Erin played along politely saying, “did you fix your contact?”

Laura smiled and replied “oh, yeah, it was really itchy and I needed to get it out,” savoring the crude allusion she had made.

“Here, let me help you dry the dishes,” Laura said, taking the opportunity to stand next to the much taller woman, as Erin handed her the dishes, hoping that Erin would get a whiff of her smells. Laura didn’t have to worry about that, as Erin felt surrounded by Laura’s odor — a mix of sweat, feet and sex. Erin thought maybe she should bring up the subject of washing again and told Laura that she left two towels for her and Alec on the futon.

Laura thanked her and Erin said that she had had a long day and was going to go into her room. She also told Laura that serik escort bayan she had to get up early in the morning, but that she would try and be quiet so as to not wake them. Alec came into the kitchen and he and Laura said goodnight to Erin, who went into her bedroom closing door behind her.

Still in Erin’s kitchen, the couple moved against each other and Alec’s tongue pushed into Laura’s warm mouth, sweet from the wine she had drunk, as he squeezed her ass. But Laura could taste something else: “I can taste my dirty pussy on your mouth, which reminds me, I still have that surprise for you,” she said. They went into the living room and opened up the futon, making the bed with a sheet Erin had left.

Alec stripped down to his underwear and lay down, while Laura rummaged through her knap sack. She brought out a zip lock bag with a pair of her black French-cut panties, holding them up proudly to Alec’s interested gaze. “I wore these to work everyday last week…so now there’s a layer on the crotch from my juices and also some dried pee.” Laura went and sat next to Alec as she opened the bag and he was struck by the fishy stench before she even pulled them out.

The panties were still damp with old sweat, and as Laura held out the inside for Alec’s inspection, he saw the hard yellow patch, making the crotch of the underwear stiff to the touch. As the sound of a television came from Erin’s bedroom, Alec’s face was buried in Laura’s soggy underpants, the heady smell of pussy mixed with stale urine filling his senses. “Hey, save some for me,” Laura said, and putting her cheek against Alec’s they greedily rubbed the dirty panties against their noses and lips, the crusty female crotch flavors coming to life on their darting tongues, while groping each other with their free hands.

It wasn’t long before their clothes were stripped off and they were lying naked on the futon. If Erin had happened to come out of her room at that moment to go to the bathroom she would have no doubt seen ‘all’ of them – which made things all the more exciting.

“Tell me how much I smell while you fuck me” Laura said, climbing on top of Alec and rubbing his hardening prick against her puffy slit. “You stink like a sweaty animal with your cheesy feet and sweaty armpits and fishy pussy and I love all of it…,” Alec said, as he shoved his cock into Laura’s juicy, wanting cunt. Squeezing him hard with her internal muscles, Laura said “I want to give you all my natural female stink and sweat and sex juice with Erin in the next room.”

“What if she comes out?” Alec said, finding what they were doing especially daring.

“Let her watch, it doesn’t matter, she won’t say anything….I think she broke up with her boyfriend awhile ago. Maybe she’s desperate and horny and will finger-fuck herself while watching us,” said Laura, now leaning back while Alec pumped her tight hole and rubbed her sweaty breasts. She lifted her arm and brought his face up beneath it, encouraging Alec to lick the salty folds of her armpit. Still thinking of Erin in the next room, Laura said “Mmm, I bet she’s a smelly bitch just like me…you want to smell her all over don’t you? You’d love to smell her feet and pits and pussy and compare them to mine, wouldn’t you?”

Alec, excited by Laura’s words, half-moaned in reply, “You know I do…don’t you want to too?”

“Of course, I want to smell ever nook and cranny of her tall blonde body,” Laura said, feeling Alec’s cock stiffen inside her. “Press my nose against ever sweaty, fragrant part of her.”

“What else do you want to do to her…would you make her smell your feet?” Alec asked eagerly.

“I want to lay her on the floor and walk on her with my little, sweaty feet…it would be so hot to rub my tan feet on her white thighs and soft pink breasts, then make her smell and lick my stinky soles and suck my oily toes…,” Laura said with relish, salaciously emphasizing every word for her and Alec’s enjoyment.

“That’s so hot, then what?” Alec asked, still fucking her hard.

“Then I want to make her smell my armpits and then my shoes…she’d be disgusted at first, but at the same time it would turn her on so much and she’d get so wet. Then I’d bury my face between her legs, like you did to me in the bathroom. I’d just rub my face in her crotch, soaking it in her woman juices, knowing that they were an uncontrollable response to my unwashed stink.”

Alec, overcome by lust for his perverted wife with her dirty talk, started to fuck her harder, as she grinded down on his hips, “Oh shit, you’re so deep…give me your hot cum, shoot it into me,” she moaned.

“You want my hot cum in your dirty pussy?” Alec said firmly.

“I have such a smelly, fishy cunt for you, I’m such a smelly whore…oh fuck, that’s it, give it to me, fuck me hard.” They rolled over, with Alec now on top of Laura. She pressed her dirty week-old panties against Alec’s face with one hand, rubbing her tits with the other, as he roughly spread open her legs as wide as they could go, thrusting all the way up that greedy, over-heated pussy. This second smelly exposure to Laura’s ripe underpants, combined with the moist, giving resistance of her tight, fleshy twat, as it milked and sucked and slurped his cock like a wet mouth, triggered an eruption of Alec’s thick cum into Laura, as she had her second orgasm of the evening.

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Das Zählwerk läuft, sobald ich mit einem Knips das Licht bei ihm aus und bei mir einschalte. Dann läuft meine Routine ab und ich kann zunächst das Erlernte aus meinem Striptease-Kurs einsetzen: Drehen, Arsch und Titten präsentieren, mich überall befummeln, in den Hüften wiegen, den Körper streicheln. Gaaanz langsam wird das Oberteil entfernt und durch meine Hände ersetzt. Kurz die Finger auseinander und er kann einen raschen Blick auf meine Brustwarzen erhaschen. Nur noch ganz kurz, dann sind die Hände weg und meine Prachtstücke zu besichtigen. Die meisten Männer sind bei dem Anblick hin und weg, meine Boobies sind schön groß, aber nicht zu groß, und kontrastieren auffällig mit meinem schlanken Körper. Das beste aber kommt noch: So wie sich Männer einen steifen Schwanz rubbeln können, so kann ich mir selbst harte Nippel verschaffen. Und das tue ich jetzt. Ihm fallen fast die Augen aus. Wie erwähnt, Notgeilheit hat ein Gesicht.

Zeit, ans Eingemachte zu gehen. Ich ziehe leicht am Höschen, die Konturen meiner Schamlippen zeichen sich deutlich ab. Darauf stehen fast alle Männer. Meine Hand gerät unter den Lack und findet ihren Weg, bewegt sich auf und ab. Obwohl ihm anzusehen ist, was das bei ihm auslöst, traut er sich immer noch nicht. Also zeige ich bursa escort mit meiner Hand, was er tun soll. Erleichtert und dankbar holt er seinen Schwanz raus und beginnt die Handarbeit.

Wenn ich einem Mann dabei zuschaue, wie er sich einen von der Palme wedelt, wirkt das faszinierend und lächerlich zugleich. Es amüsiert mich, und ich glaube, dieser Gast hat es bemerkt. Es kümmert ihn aber keineswegs, ein steifer Schwanz kennt keine Furcht und keine Peinlichkeit, und er wird immer schneller.

Jedoch spielen wir nach meinen Regeln, und ich gebe ihm zu verstehen, dass er sich gefälligst bremsen soll. Ich äffe seine Handbewegungen nach und variiere die Geschwindigkeit, und siehe da, er nimmt den Rhythmus auf und folgt ihm brav. So soll das sein! Zur Belohnung bekommt er jetzt, was ihm auf dem Rondell verweigert wurde. Ich ziehe betont langsam mein Höschen aus und gewähre ihm den lang ersehnten Einblick.

Seine Augen werden immer größer und ich spreize für ihn meine Beine. Seine Geilheit soll belohnt werden: Ich lasse meinen Finger in mir verschwinden und schiebe ihn rein und raus. Für 30 Euro gibt es das normalerweise nicht. Er rubbelt wie geisteskrank und ich frage mich ernsthaft, ob die männliche Eichel wohl eine Hornhaut bekommen kann. Ein Blick auf die Zeituhr zeigt mir kaum zwei übrige Minuten an. Zeit, das Spielchen zu beenden. Ich zeige ihm zehn Finger, dann neun. Er kapiert sofort, dreht sich halb um und zieht Papiertaschentücher. Das wird den Aufseher freuen, denn er muss hinterher nicht den Boden wischen, sondern nur den Papierkorb leeren.

Ich gebe zu, das Spielchen macht mir Spaß. Ich reduziere wieder das Tempo, um ihn noch ein wenig zappeln zu lassen, werde dann wieder schneller. Schließlich habe ich Erbarmen. Zum Finale gibt es noch mein bevorzugtes Gimmick: Fickbewegungen mit den Hüften und mit den Händen ein simulierter Blowjob. Dem ist er natürlich nicht gewachsen und gibt seine Ladung ab.

Orgasmusgesichter faszinieren mich. Ich schenke dem spritzenden Schwanz keinerlei Aufmerksamkeit, sondern betrachte seine Augen. Der Spanner ist halb abwesend in seiner Extase. Ich lasse ihm Zeit zum Runterkommen und tatsächlich widmet er seine Aufmerksamkeit wieder mir und nicht mehr meiner Muschi. „Vielen Dank, das war eine geile Show”, ganz offensichtlich ein ehrliches Kompliment, kein höfliches. Auch mir hat es gefallen und ich gebe ihm ein „Besuch mich mal wieder, geiler Wichser” mit auf den Heimweg.

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I hated when my Dad decided we were going to move down south. I always thought of myself as a city girl and I wasn’t to keen on leaving all my friends and move to Hicksville.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Shannyn. I’m 18 years old, white, with long blond hair and very enviable body. My breasts are round and perky and I used to drive all the boys at my school wild. But that was at my old school. I was now going to a brand new school and I didn’t know anyone there. To make matters worse, it was a predominantly black high school and I was a piece of fresh white meat.

I was late for my first, oh shit what luck. I had forgotten to bring my bag lunch and was forced to buy hot lunch for the first time in my entire life. As I grabbed my tray and made my way through the line I noticed that the selection wasn’t what I was used to. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and collared greens ruled the menu. I was looking at the potatoes; the mass of warm lumps didn’t look too appealing. Black girls started walking by me, giving me the evil eye cause I was holding up the line. But I just didn’t know what to choose. Just then, this large figure appeared konyaaltı escort bayan in front of me. My eyes ran up her huge body and stopped at the nametag: Chayya. In front of me was the largest, most hulking black woman I had even seen.

She spoke. “What you doing holding up the line?”

“I’m, I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I don’t know what I want.”

“Oh I know what you want honey. Come with me”

She grabbed my arm and led me around the back into the kitchen area. The black girls all shot me looks as if they knew what was going on. I was led into a small deserted corner in the back of the kitchen. I looked around, and that’s when I saw it. Chayya had taken her shirt off and right before me was the largest, most saggy black tits I had even seen.

“Start sucklin’,” Chayya bellowed.

I didn’t know what to do. I had never been with a woman before, but I felt paralyzed.

“Suck em!!!” she screamed and rammed my head into her bosom. I started lapping at her massive areoles and her nipples grew at every motion of my tongue. Chayya let out a moan and suddenly started groping muratpaşa escort bayan at my crotch. Her huge pickle fingers ripped through the denim and my pants were off.

Before I knew it we were both naked and Chayya had her nappy haired snatch in my face. I was lapping it like a dog and she was breathing hard like she had just run a mile. I tongued her clit harder and harder until she grabbed the back of my head, rammed me into her, and came all over my waiting face.

She stood me up. “That was great,” I said.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!”

Chayya grabbed my shirt from the floor and blindfolded me with it. She threw me to the floor and told me she had something else for me. As I lay there I started playing with my clit, anxious for the surprise. Just then I felt something warm and mushy on my chest. It was wet and hot. It was… the mashed potatoes. Chayya must have gotten some potatoes and gravy and was rubbing it into me. Ok Ok, this was hot I guess. But just then I smelled something. It wasn’t mashed potatoes. It was…something else.

I ripped off the blindfold serik escort bayan and to my horror I saw Chayya shitting in her hand and rubbing it all over me.

I gasped. I couldn’t believe it, I made a move to get up but she slapped me down.

“Don’t you move, I’m not done yet.”

I felt helpless. I felt disgusted. I felt… A little horny? The shit felt so warm and soft, and Chayya was massaging it into my wet cunt, making a soup of cum and shit.

After 5 minutes I had come all over Chayya’s shitty hand and I was covered head to toe in crap. Chayya took a handful and put it in her mouth, leaned over, and kissed me hard. The shit tasted amazing. The shit tasted sweet. The shit tasted of freedom.

Chayya stood me up and made me look in the mirror. I was covered. I looked like I was wearing black face makeup. I was a little shit Negro and I loved it.

Chayya silently led me back to the lunch room and I sat down with a big tray of shit. No one sat near me as I feasted on the feces. I was still naked and brown all over. The principal finally had to come in and called my mother to pick me up. As I was led through the lunch room the black students laughed at me and pointed, but I saw some of the white girls and they had a look in their eyes as if they knew.

I was grounded for a long time after that, but I never regretted a thing. Now, before I masturbate, I also make sure I have a fistful of shit first. And I have laxatives on my nightstand right next to my tissues. Also, I never brown bag it anymore. I always get HOT LUNCHES…

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Author’s note:

Finally Gumdrop’s story approaches its end… This is the last submission before the finale in chapters 20 and 21.

As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses to become a cow in a quest for true love and a place in the world.

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18. Animal lovers

“Hi Aidan! Is everything alright? It’s not you turn at the machines, yet.” said the asshole who woke me up, in the middle of the night.

“Yes, sure, couldn’t sleep.” whispered Aidan, trying to shake the other off.

“Ok!” replied, still loudly, the stranger, who did not seem to be able to get hints.

I heard a sigh. What was Aidan doing in the stables? It was not time for milking as the unknown man had said: my udders did not feel full at all. Paces. He was going away. Snorting, I pushed Cream Pie on Cupcake and got up, yawning softly. Aidan was at the entrance of the barn already. I emitted a low moo, trying not to wake my herd. He stopped and looked behind. I mooed again, quizzically. When he was back again, I noticed that his eyes had an unusual worn-out and worried expression.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” he murmured, lowering his gaze.

I mooed my question again.

“Could not sleep. I feel I have ruined everything. Penelope is obsessed with Fudge now and I pushed you away in the most despicable way. I keep trying to figure out why I did all of this. I knew what would happen, I had to know! Why did I bring all of this on myself?”

I could not answer. I had hoped that his attempt to drive Penelope away had been just a way to force them to acknowledge the end of their marriage, but perhaps I was wrong.

“Go to sleep, Gumdrop, you don’t need to pay for my mistakes again by losing your sleep too.” he said and headed back out.

All of a sudden I knew how to make everything go back the way it had been. I just had to go forward instead of hoping to go back. I just had to kiss my man and let my love burn inside of me again, instead of using my anger to stifle it.

The gate of our stable could be unlocked from the outside easily. So I broke the rules, I behaved like a person and used my fore-hooves to open it. After I closed it behind me, with my heart racing for the huge violation that I just committed, I chased Aidan. He was ambling towards the guesthouse. Running on my hind legs as fast as they allowed me, I reached him. He had turned around, hearing the noise of my galloping, just in time to catch me in his arms, as I kissed him dearly. When I opened my eyes and detached my lips, I could see relief spreading on his face, like a wave emitted from his mouth. We could not stay separated much longer: he resumed kissing me, pushed me on the table of one of the deserted stands and undid his pants. My desire for him was a ravenous beast and just like one, it dragged him in the depths of its burrow: I trapped him between my hind legs and pulled him towards my hungry pussy. He tried to kiss me, but I guided his mouth to my enormous udders. As he sucked milk from my long nipples, his penis found its entrance in my wet vagina. I watched him enjoying my body with the expression of a man who would have gladly spent the rest of his life that way. Yes, good, because now that he had learned his lesson, he would. I was his cow. I was already on the verge of cumming!

No, not yet! If we were making love, we would have to do it the proper way: I pushed him back, rolled on my stomach and waggled my tail. With a grunt, he took it off in one, painful, move and we was inside my butt, ramming it, all the while his hands had reached my pussy and were mercilessly stimulating my soaking clit. Everything was just how it was supposed to be. As he filled me up with his sperm, I came loudly. He had barely taken out his cock from me, that I was already turning around and stuffing it into my mouth. When I was finished licking and sucking him clean, the hand he had promptly put under my asshole to fetch the rest of his precious milk was smearing it on my awaiting, drooling tongue.

“I love you Gumdrop.” he whispered.

I answered by extracting his whip from his boot with my mouth and offering it to him with pleading, eager eyes.

“Damn, I love you so fucking much!” he repeated, rudely hoisting me up and shoving me on the table.

I was ready to receive his punishment for breaking out of my enclosure, displaying my docile and awaiting ass. He whipped me, again and again, all over my hindquarters and the back of my thighs. None of my sobs could stop him, neither my pleading moos, for he was my farmer and he knew better. Only when red welts had decorated my ass, he stopped, allowing me to go back on my hindlegs and kiss him konyaalti escort again, thankful and in desperate need of the soothing bliss that only his lips could provide.

We had done it, I felt safe with him again.

“I’ll never betray your trust again, I promise.” he murmured and I hugged him tighter.

We cuddled a little more, then he went to medicate my sore hindquarters and brought me back to the stables, only to be woken up a couple of hours later by Aaron. Back in the barn for our nap, Cupcake and Cream Pie looked worried at me when they saw the marks of my punishments, but I reassured them that all was fine and we and Aidan were as close as we had ever been. The tale about what had happened while they were asleep convinced Cream Pie, but Cupcake needed to ask me a couple of times more if I was okay. I guessed that my behavior had been strange lately, so I tried to make her understand that I found a strength inside of me that allowed me to explore and enjoy more aspects of being a cow than I had ever thought. She gave me a look that I was not sure how to interpret, but let the matter drop.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful. In the morning Aidan and Penelope discussed the need of buying a new cow for the incoming auction. On one hand there was the newfound popularity of our farm to be taken into account, which could lead to more requests for our asses and our milk, on the other hand, many of the people who now knew it, did not leave close-by and it was hard to imagine them coming very often. Moreover, Aidan, who had not even dreamed of the success he had obtained, had not scouted any of the girls being auctioned that day, so he did not feel sure about going there blind. The discussion was closed by Penelope, with a cryptic statement:

“Look, in any case, we need no auction. I got plenty of raw material myself.” she whispered between her teeth.

What did she mean? I cast a glance at the others, but they were too far and had not heard. Looking at Cream Pie, though, I found my answer. Penelope was using her agency to find girls like her, beautiful, in trouble and desperate enough for money to become hucows. Penelope wanted to be a pimp! The most incredible part of any of it was that I was not so sure how to feel about it. Instinctively, I was outraged that she was taking advantage of people in a shitty situation, but then again, Cream Pie would still be in that very same shitty situation had she not become a cow. Who was I to tell her that she had to endure whatever she was running from to preserve something, whatever that was, that I had given up myself for a far from obligated choice? I imagined that it all boiled down to deciding whether being a cow was good or bad for someone. For me it had been more than good and for her too. As long as the girls that Penelope found understood what they were getting into, I was fine.

Later that day, in the afternoon, Fergie came back to bid us farewell and share some pieces of news. She would see us at the next fair, and, apparently, she had convinced her dad to buy her a pony, after all. She wanted one with a red mane, so that she could call her “Red MenAss”, a name that I personally found hilarious and that would be tattooed on the pony’s lower back along with a little “(‘s)” between “Men” and “Ass”. After that, she went to pet Fudge some more, bringing her sugar and a carrot. We found out that a carrot for ponygirls was actually an orange carrot-shaped vibrator. Penelope was so impressed by her behavior, that she gave her permission to mount Fudge. For a not-so-curious coincidence, Fergie was already packing a strap-on in her trousers and went down hard on our pony under our very curious eyes, leaving her with a lasting good impression of our redheaded friend.

In the evening, after a long day of breeding which left me with an aching asshole, we were ready to pack and go back home. Even though we now knew what the trip would be like, that did not make much less of a traumatic experience. Fortunately for Cream Pie, Aaron had given her his earplugs, with which she managed to sleep a little. He told us that he was sorry that he did not think of it sooner, because otherwise he would have bought some for us too. We did not care much: Cupcake could pretty much sleep wherever and whenever she wanted, while I wanted to be a good cow and do without.

In the couple of months that followed, everything pretty much returned to normal for us cows, apart from the fact that we now grazed outside until dark. However, for Fudge it was a bit harder. Ava had begun teaching dressage to her for her next competition, giving us the chance to improve our knowledge of real horses and, of course, ponygirls. What for a human being was called running, namely moving the legs in opposite directions and swinging the arms in the opposite way with respect to the legs, for a horse and a ponygirl corresponded to a trot. Similarly, the movements of the human limbs during a walk, which required one foot always muratpasa escort on the ground, matched those of a horse’s or a ponygirl’s walk.

However, horses had other gaits too, and so Fudge had to learn to perform them. Pace was simple enough: it was like trotting, but this time the hind and the forelegs were synchronized, so that if, say, the left hind leg was pushing, the left foreleg was swinging backwards, while the right hind and forelegs would be going upwards. This, for a ponygirl was unnatural, as she had only her hind legs on the ground and it threw her out of balance, putting some strain on the knees that was luckily compensated by her special protections. So, all in all, for some dressage exhibition, she could manage quite easily.

Cantering and galloping were a whole new story, though. They required a coordination for the separate movements of the four limbs not unlike that of a drummer and, at the same time, the upright position of a ponygirl made it really hard to keep her balance. The strain for the new training was so hard that, for almost three weeks, Fudge had to be confined on her own enclosure, because, according to Ava, she needed some more breaking. In those days, Penelope taking her for a ride in the country whenever it was sunny was the only thing that seemed to cheer her up. She would always come back with a badly sore ass and a dreamy smile on her face.

Next, she learned hurdles in a special track that now went around our outside corral. These were made with frail beams made of polystyrene that were only placed on their supports, without being fixed to them in any way. This solution saved the pony from falling in case she did not jump correctly, as she would just knock them over and possibly break them without getting much of an impact. Fortunately for Fudge, she had already been quite proficient with this kind of exercises before becoming a pony, so it did not take much for her to adapt.

While Ava seemed to be solely focused on her work, Aaron and Kam started to struggle. The latter was clearly madly in love with his girlfriend and had begun to be sloppy and very late for work. It was almost as if, now that he did not have sex with us anymore, he did not care much about his job. Aaron, on the other hand, was incapable of maintaining the basic discipline rules with our herd: he barely whipped us, he kept giving us treats for no reason and he let us gesture with him. He seemed to have forgotten how important it was to have strict rules for us or, as Ava put it, that we were cows.

Indeed, one day we overheard them argue in the outdoor enclosure, just behind a big haystack. Since it had just stopped raining, they were probably thinking that we were still inside, not taking into account that Cupcake loved rain and had somehow convinced us to have a stroll outside under the pour.

“Look Aaron, we need to talk.” said Ava, apparently uneasy.

“About?” he asked in the carefree tone that characterized him lately.

“I know that you have a crush on Cream Pie.” she revealed.

Cream Pie almost gave us away, gasping. Cupcake muted her with her foreleg just in time.

“What? I…” he began to babble.

“I am not Kam, I look at the monitors in the breeding rooms even if they are supposed to be empty.”

“Are you going to snitch?” he replied, trying to sound threatening.

“I’ve known for a while now, if I wanted to tell Aidan, I would’ve, don’t you think?” she retorted, a little offended.

“So?”

“So I’m talking to you to prevent you from making a big mistake.” she said, shyly.

“Look, he’s not going to find out…”

“I’m not talking about that. The mistake is thinking that you and her are in love.”

“What? Who are you to say that we aren’t?” he cried, extremely offended.

“Aaron, come on, she’s a cow!” she insisted.

“So what, she’s not human? What’s wrong with you lot? You’ve all drunk Aidan’s kool-aid?” squeaked the man, appalled.

“Jeez, Aaron, I was a ponygirl, remember?” replied annoyed Ava “Of course I know that she’s a human being! The point is: what is she to us? What’s our interface with her? In that sense, she’s effectively an animal: she cannot talk, she does what we tell her to do and needs us to take care of all her needs, even the most basic ones.”

“So what? It’s a game, a fantasy!”

“Aaron, how can you know that you love her if you’ve never talked to her? You don’t know anything about what she thinks, how she sees the world, what she likes about it! You don’t know her!”

“I talk to her all the time! She mimes and I understand, so fuck you, I know my girlfriend! I mean, what about deaf-mute people, then? Are they animals to you too? What the fuck are you talking about?” retorted Aaron, growing disconcerted and hurt.

“Of course they aren’t! But they still have a language, and, most importantly, they are free. They can do things out there, that allow others to know them. A person is defined by their serik escort actions and their words, you must agree with this!” said Ava, impatiently “What I’m saying is that all of those things about Cream Pie are hidden from you. You can only see a tiny speck of who she is, in the current situation, so no, you don’t know her at all!”

Aaron seemed to struggle to find a counterpoint, but then came out with:

“I know what my heart tells me. I love her! I just do!”

“You love the idea you have of her. You are the one stuck in a fantasy, not me, not Aidan.” she concluded bitterly before taking her leave.

When she saw us, she just muttered “Shit!” between her teeth.

Cream Pie began to cry, uncovering our presence to Aaron too. He rushed to console her and we gave them privacy. Cupcake did not seem to feel much better than her and, to be honest, I was neither. I and Aidan had been in love with each other before my transformation, so Ava’s argument did not apply to us, right? Then why was I feeling so shitty? Well, for one, because the most meaningful connections I had had with people after the disaster, aside from Aidan, had been made as a cow. Cupcake, Cream Pie and now Fudge were my friends, but according to Ava, they were what? Emotional support, not unlike a plush for a child? Was I so desperate? Just when the clouds had stopped pouring their tears on us and the sun shone again, I started to cry softly.

My first instinct was to look for Cupcake’s help, but her eyes were watering too. So we just sobbed in each other arms. I do not know for how long our sudden realization of the depth of our desperation and solitude dwelt our minds. I just know that Cream Pie joined us at a certain point, sorrowful too, telling us that she had broken up with Aaron, because she wanted him to be happy and in love for real. She felt terribly guilty for having unknowingly deceived him like that. We would have tried to console her, but all of a sudden Aaron’s yells reached our ears and then Fudge whinnied harder than I had ever heard her do. What was happening? We ran to the barn and found Ava trying to calm down Fudge, now out of her enclosure where she was supposed to rest. The pony, hugged by the woman, was waving her fore-hooves threateningly, her face now filled with fury. Aaron, instead, was on the ground, clutching his bleeding nose and mouth, with a pained expression.

“Calm down, girl.” Ava was whispering to Fudge, while stroking her mane and pulling down the reins to force her to put her face on Ava’s chest “I can fend for myself, don’t worry.”

Cream Pie, in the meantime, mooed in worry and tried to leap over the fence, to run in aid of her lover. I and Cupcake did not know whether to help her or not: did we really want a brawl between a cow and a horse? Fortunately for us, Aaron got up as soon as he saw her.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m fine, just a couple of punches. I lost my temper with Ava and frightened Fudge.”

Cream Pie did not seem to care about what had happened, she just wanted to check his face. Aaron smiled, revealing his bloody teeth behind the blue lips.

“So much for going each in our separate way, huh?”

Despite her worry, Cream Pie burst into a wry laugh.

“Look, don’t be angry with your friend, alright? I, for one, I’m grateful for this beating: it made you run back to me!”

Cream Pie smiled again and looked at Fudge, whose face had now disappeared in Ava’s chest, while the horse breaker kissed her head and thanked her for her bravery. She mooed her forgiveness, but not very convincingly.

“Look, can we please not rush things? Let’s not give up on us just yet, alright? Let’s think about what Ava said and prove her wrong!”

Cream Pie stared back at him, right in the eye. There was not much hope in her gaze.

“I’m not giving up on you! Please don’t give up on me!” he pleaded and she finally mooed yes. They cuddled together on the hay for some time, but then we had to be milked, fed and bred. The clock of the farm would stop for no one and nothing.

It was only at night that we had a chance to find out what had happened. Cream Pie had asked Aaron for a pause, so that she had time to elaborate on her feelings and Ava’s words. She chose to do it with our help and we were glad to discuss it, because we were confused too.

Cupcake had regained her confidence, apparently. She argued that she knew us, because we did talk and act, in a very peculiar environment, sure, but we took care of each other and that was enough for her to say that we were her friends. Cream Pie then replied that she agreed and she was not disputing the fact that she knew and was in love with Aaron, but how could he really have an inkling of who she was? We cows knew her, because she had proven herself to us, had let out her personality through her words and actions, but with him she had not had many chances. They just spent time cooped up in some breeding room, barely able to exchange a few words.

So I asked why anything happened at all, why he did not fall in love with me or Cupcake. Cream Pie shrugged and hypothesized that she had seemed to him a frail straw, something to protect and his sensitive personality had taken over, giving him the savior complex, which she mimed by resting her head in an aureole made of hay. Tears appeared again on my face, proving once more that all of this was about Cupcake, for me.

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“Why don’t you join us, Ella?” said Lexi with a syrupy sigh. She lifted her foot and flexed her toes outwards, spreading apart the thin nylon of her suntan pantyhose. With a distracted eye, I noticed that her toenails were painted a shade of deep crimson that perfectly matched the shimmering gloss of her full lips. Beside her, Karen slid her hand along Lexi’s thigh and nuzzled into her neck, causing Lexi to lean her head back and moan quietly.

“I’m sorry… I mean, I’m not a…” I paused, unsure what to say. I thought about turning quickly and leaving the bathroom where I’d stumbled on this sordid tryst, heading back to the mind-numbing tedium of Sally’s party. But I didn’t move, I couldn’t move.

“You’re not a what?” asked Lexi with a smirk as Karen pushed her tight mini-skirt over the curve of her bottom. Lexi continued to wave her toes in the air, as though beckoning me forward. “A lesbian?” she gasped mockingly.

I blinked. “Yes. I mean, no. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you…” I stammered, painfully aware of how pathetic I sounded, wondering why I was even still there, knowing exactly why I was.

Lexi smiled. “Neither am I, honey,” she purred, then turned to Karen who was kissing the side of her face. “What about you?”

Karen looked up and licked her lips, touching her cheek against Lexi’s. “Oh, I’m perfectly straight,” she breathed, “I’m a virgin as well!” she added, and the two cavorting girls fell into fits of giggles.

I gasped, scarcely able to believe that Sally’s daughter, her eighteen year old daughter, was behaving like this. Sally’s hair would turn white if she ever found out what Karen was doing with her best friend.

“Listen, Ella, we’re just having a bit of fun, nothing more,” said Lexi when she’d finished laughing.

“Okay,” I said, trying to sound like a mature and unflappable adult. “I’m sorry that I disturbed you, I should be getting back.”

I turned to leave.

“Would you like to touch my feet, Ella?” she said suddenly. I stopped in my tracks, fingers frozen on the handle of the door.

“Wh-what did you say?” I said, turning.

“I said, would you like to touch my feet? konyaaltı escort I saw you looking at them earlier. I saw you watching me as I dangled my shoe from my toes.”

She’d seen that? I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I thought I’d been discreet, thought I’d indulged this curious fetish of mine in secret, as I had my entire adult life, never daring to act on it.

“Karen loves it when I do that, don’t you?”

Karen nodded sheepishly, a light flush rising in her cheeks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. Beside her, Karen had stopped kissing and caressing and was now slowly sliding her heels from her own feet, revealing the high curve of her arch and ten more perfectly painted toes, muted jewels in nylon prisons. She placed her feet down besides Lexi’s and they both gazed at me expectantly. I felt my heart pounding in my ears and a warm blush rising from my chest to my neck and face.

“It’s okay, Ella,” said Karen with a pout, “we won’t tell anyone.”

“We’d like to touch your feet as well,” said Lexi. “More than touch, in fact. We want to taste them,” she added, lifting a single slender finger to her glistening lips. “We’re like you, you see? We like feet too…”

Karen sighed and her mouth fell open. Her eyes fell to my legs and she gazed at me with a hungry expression. “Are you… are you wearing pantyhose… or stockings?” she breathed.

I felt a dizzy feeling sweeping over me, and I glanced down at my black nylons and high stiletto pumps. “Pantyhose,” I whispered, scarcely able to believe what was happening.

Lexi gazed up at me with wide eyes. “Can we see them?” she asked.

“See wh-what?” I replied, feeling giddy. Karen’s feet were now sliding over Lexi’s, nylon brushing over soft nylon. I could see the dark place between Lexi’s legs. With a distant fascination, I realized that the girl wasn’t wearing any panties. The line of her pussy was visible to me, if I looked hard enough. To my surprise, I found myself wanting to look.

“Your feet, can we see your feet?” Lexi said with a petulant impatience and nervous muratpaşa escort excitement.

“Okay,” I said, unsure of myself, then carefully slipped my shoes from my feet, losing four inches of height as I stood flat-footed on the bathroom floor. The girls peered at my toes as I flexed them back and forth, feeling obscenely self-conscious and insanely horny.

Lexi sat back and lifted her left foot again. “Why don’t you kneel down and join us?” she offered.

“Someone… someone might come in?” I said, the last gambit of my fading resistance.

“Lock the door, Ella,” purred Karen, turning again to nibble at Lexi’s ear.

I nodded, then turned and flicked the lock. Was I really doing this? I thought with a sigh, before turning back to see what awaited me. Was I really going to live out the fantasy that I’d had since I was a girl? My pussy felt slick and warm, making my panties feel damp. My nipples were rock hard bullets in my blouse, brushing maddeningly against the soft material of my bra. I really was going to do it, I realized with a hot rush of pleasure that radiated out from between my legs.

I lowered myself to my knees, unable to take my eyes off Lexi and Karen as they made out on the floor before me. Karen slid a hand into Lexi’s top, pushing down the dark material and revealing the cream globe of her breast. Lexi giggled and kissed her friend anew, still holding her foot aloft.

“Take it,” she breathed, words slipping out between distracted kisses. “Isn’t it what you want?”

I nodded. Then I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around her sole, feeling a starburst of utter pleasure erupt inside me as the silky length of her tiny foot squirmed in my grip, toes flexing back and forth, demanding attention.

Like explorers in a new land, my fingers roamed over her, touching her sole, her arch, her toes, the toned length of her calf muscle; relishing every new detail, marvelling at how much better than my elaborate fantasies this sinful reality felt.

Lexi and Karen turned to me, peering at me with hungry eyes, following my every move. serik escort I glanced down as I felt a soft touch on my leg to find Karen’s foot creeping up my thigh, pushing my dress further up my leg. The feeling was indescribably arousing, a tantalizing friction of nylon on nylon.

Without even realizing it, I’d moved Lexi’s foot until it was close to my face. I could feel the warmth of her, could see every detail of her sole. I gasped and caught the perfect scent of perfume and shoe leather and sweat in my nose. It made me dizzy, more intoxicating than any cocktail.

“Taste it,” purred Lexi from far away. Karen’s foot was between my legs now, forcing my thighs apart, pushing into that damp place. I felt a momentary twinge of self-consciousness, but that faded when her toe touched my aching clit. I shifted, parting my legs and allowing my friend’s daughter full access to my sex. I peered at Lexi and nodded, remembering her sordid command.

I closed my eyes and buried my nose in the space behind Lexi’s toes, smothering myself in her foot and breathing deeply. It was unfathomable, utterly overwhelming, more intense than anything I’d yet experienced. My pussy roared and stars exploded in my vision. I lost control, planting frantic kisses on the young woman’s sole, pulling her toes into my mouth, sucking them with a hunger that had no precedent. I licked my way along her arch, tasting her where I could, soaking her thin pantyhose with my mouth. She began to moan, then I joined her as Karen’s foot began to press down on my clit, tracing quick circles with her big toe.

Faster and faster she moved, provoking me to greater heights of sensation, demanding that I worship Lexi’s foot with ever greater abandon. And all the while, Lexi and Karen squirmed together, hands pawing at each other’s clothing, breasts bared, lips locked against lips and tongues dancing.

When I came, I came hard. A supernova of sensation between my legs that roared out into my body. I slammed my thighs shut, locking Karen’s nylon foot between my legs. I pushed my nose against Lexi’s sole, breathing her into me one last time as the pleasure raged inside me. It was too much, too overwhelming. I fell to the side and onto the floor, still clutching Lexi’s soft foot in my shaking hands.

For the longest time, I lay there, trembling, eyes closed. Lexi was the first to speak. “Your mom throws the worst parties Karen,” she whispered, breathing quickly. “Should we go to your house instead, Ella?” she added.

All I could do was nod.

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It was one year after the events described in “Laura’s Sweaty, Smelly Awakening.” Laura and Alec were now married and Laura had been fully converted into Alec’s fetishes for female smells, sweat, and feet. In fact, the shared smelling of Laura’s shoes, nylons and panties had become a staple of their sex lives. In general, Laura had discovered a latent bisexuality and, along with it, celebrated and encouraged Alec’s fantasies about being with other women.

Laura and Alec decided to take a summer trip to Chicago. Laura got in touch with a young woman, Erin, who she had known briefly from a previous job. Erin was living there and Laura thought that if she and Alec stayed at her place instead of a hotel, it would save them money. But, more importantly, Laura also knew that the situation would be full of erotic possibilities. Recently her fantasies had revolved around exhibitionist situations where she and Alec explored their fetishes in a more public, confrontational way.

Friday

They arrived in Chicago on a hot morning in July. Laura had told Erin that they would not be at her place until the early evening, and she and Alec decided to spend the day walking around the shores of the Lake. Laura was wearing her famously smelly black leather shoes (without socks), tan shorts, and a blue t-shirt. It was 90 degrees in the afternoon, and by the time that they got to Erin’s apartment building around five o’clock, they were both tired and sweaty.

Alec had never seen Erin. When she came to the door to greet the couple, he saw that she was quite tall (taller than he was), long-limbed and Nordic looking, with blue eyes and medium length blond hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt, tight jeans hugging her full hips, and old pink flip-flop sandals.

Both Alec and Laura immediately noticed her long feet, almost twice the size of Laura’s, and her toes with chipped red polish. Erin brought them into the apartment, consisting of a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen with a small dining table directly off of the living room.

The living room had a futon and Erin said that they could sleep there. Laura told Erin that they would like to stay with her until Monday morning, which the blonde woman was fine with. In general, Erin was easy going and matter of fact. Certainly not the type of person who would complain about the behavior of the people staying with her — and this was something Laura planned to take full advantage of in pursuing her and Alec’s kinky designs.

Erin said that she was about to make some pasta for dinner and that it would be great if they joined her. Laura and Alec eagerly accepted Erin’s invitation, as it would allow them to enact the rough plan that they had agreed on earlier. Erin went into the kitchen, leaving Laura and Alec to drop their bags near the futon.

“So what do you think? She’s attractive, uh?” Laura said in a half-whisper, with a sly smile on her face, before adding “I bet you were looking at her feet.”

“They’re really nice,” Alec said.

“They’re really big…I wonder if that makes them smell more,” Laura pondered in her typically child-like way when she was curious about something.

“How are yours doing, by the way?” Alec asked.

“So hot and swampy in these shoes, it feels like I’m stepping in a puddle whenever I walk…they must really stink.”

“We’ll soon find out, and so will Erin,” Alec said mischievously.

The coupled kissed. “You’re sweaty and smelly all over,” Alec said.

“Well I didn’t take a shower yesterday, remember? And in this heat I get all ripe….I didn’t wear any deodorant today. Look at my pit stains.” Alec hadn’t noticed, but since they entered the apartment Laura now had visible sweat patches extending under the arms of her t-shirt. “Do you think Erin will notice?” asked Laura lifting up her arm.

“I hope so,” said Alec, as he bent down and sniffed Laura’s moist armpit.

Her arm still raised Laura then turned and bent her head down to smell her own natural ‘perfume.’ “God, I smell like a pig,” she whispered sweetly in Alec’s ear.

“I love it,” Alec said smiling.

Laura moved closer to him, “I also haven’t washed my pussy in two days and I’m wet now.”

“We’ll see about that too…,” Alec said eagerly.

Full of anticipation, the couple went and joined Erin in the kitchen. Laura asked if she could help with preparing anything and Erin said that things were all set with the pasta and salad and that the two could sit down. After a minute Erin came and set the food and a bottle of wine on the table. She sat on one end, with Laura and Alec sitting side by side on the other.

Erin asked about their day and Laura told her about all the walking she and Alec did in the heat. “Wow, that was a lot of walking with your bags in the sun, must have been pretty hot,” Erin said.

Laura looked at Alec, smiled and said “yeah, it was — I’m still kind of sweaty.”

“Oh, sorry, konyaalti escort bayan I forgot to show you the bathroom…I’m sure you want to wash up before eating. It’s right there around the corner, just go ahead,” Erin said helpfully.

“No, that’s ok, I think I’ll eat first,” said Laura firmly.

“Uh, ok,” Erin said, surprised that Laura didn’t want to wash, as her face was shining in the light and beads of perspiration were visible on her forehead. She must sweat a lot Erin thought to herself, before suddenly realizing that, sitting there next to her, she could actually smell Laura.

As if reading Erin’s thoughts and continuing a conversation, Laura said “yeah, I tend to sweat a lot.” She put her hand on Alec’s thigh, before she looked at Erin and said “and sometimes I forget to put deodorant on – you know when you’re in a rush in the morning.”

Surprised by Laura’s conversation Erin forced a smile and said “umm yeah, I guess so.”

The three began to eat in silence. A minute or two later, emboldened by her sense of Erin’s mild discomfort, which Laura found intensely exciting, she decided to push the envelope even further. “But my big problem is my feet,” Laura said, in a half-joking, half-confessional tone, and then paused, looking right at Erin.

Trying to meet Laura’s look and be polite, as was her nature, Erin asked “your feet?”

Laura felt Alec’s hand stroking her thigh as she answered, “Yeah, I think I have a bit of a problem with foot odor, especially when I wear leather shoes without socks like today.”

As illustration, Laura swiveled in her chair and extended her left leg out to the side in front of Erin, who followed it with her eyes. Laura waved her shoe a little before reaching down and taking it off. Erin was still watching as Laura wiggled the pudgy black-painted toe nails of her tan, petite foot. “It feels good just to let them breathe a little…but let me know if you start to get overwhelmed, by the smell, I mean,” Laura said, pretending to be considerate.

Erin, who by now was already starting to get more than whiff of Laura’s foot and shoe stink, as both Laura and Alec could tell from her facial expression and the way she instinctively crinkled her nose, didn’t know what to say, other than to take it as a kind of joke and answer “ok.”

Alec, clearly turned on by the dynamic between Erin and his wife, began to rub Laura’s bare leg again and wondered if she would continue. Another minute of silent eating and then Laura, hoping that Alec was as excited as she was, turned to him and said “remember that time on the train last week?” Alec nodded, happy that Laura was bringing up this true story.

Laura looked at Erin and said “we were on a train and, actually, I think that I was wearing these same shoes without socks, like today…anyway, there was this middle aged couple sitting right across from us. We had been walking all day and my feet were hot and sore and so I kicked off my shoes. I guess I’m used to the smell, but I also had a bad cold and my nose was all stuffed up, but they must have been pretty funky — my feet, I mean. I could tell that the couple were noticing something as they kept squirming around in their seats and the woman kept looking at me and then down at my feet, as if saying that I should put them back on.”

Laura paused and then continued, “of course if she had asked I would have, but she seemed like it was kind of beneath her to even ask me too, you know?, and her really condescending attitude annoyed me. So they kept squirming until after awhile they got up and giving me disgusted looks, sat somewhere else down the aisle. It was only after they left and I smelled my shoes at close range that I realized how raunchy they and my feet were!” Then with mock surprise and anger, Laura turned to Alec and said “you should have told me how bad they stunk!”

Alec playfully shrugged his shoulders and Laura continued with made-up desperation, “I’ve tried to wear odor eaters in my shoes but they don’t last long and are kind of uncomfortable, so I’ve decided just to accept it as natural, you know? I mean Alec is used to it…but sometimes if I’m around other people I just check to make sure — I know that people have different levels of tolerance, I mean unless it’s really bad, like it must have been on the train!”

Then, looking down at her feet thoughtfully, she added “although I guess it was just as hot toady and I walked even more so maybe they are just as bad.” Again pretending to sound genuinely concerned, Laura turned to Erin and said “but really, tell me if it’s too much and I’ll put my shoes outside the door when we come back after a lot of walking, I mean I won’t be offended or anything. Oh, and I won’t wear nylons because that will really set them off — just ask Alec!”

Embarrassed by Laura’s confessions and wondering why she was talking about all of this unpleasant personal stuff at all, especially muratpasa escort bayan in front of someone she really didn’t know that well, let alone while they were all eating, Erin blushed and was at a loss for words.

Both Laura and Alec enjoyed Erin’s obvious embarrassment. It was a kind of perverse game to bring this relative stranger into the world of their fetishes, whether she wanted to be or not, knowing that Erin wasn’t even aware how her presence was slowly stoking their lust for each other, how they were taking advantage of her for their own sexual pleasure. Undoubtedly, this was Laura’s main motivation, but she also thought, less selfishly, that by pushing the boundaries of what other people (especially women) thought was acceptable in these ways, she could make them realize how artificial these boundaries were.

Laura began to rub her bare feet on the thick carpet, enjoying the feeling on the bottom of her soles. She was very moist between her legs and needed some direct stimulation right now in order to relieve the sexual itch that had been building up all day and had grown considerably since she started the conversation. Pretending to have something wrong with her contact lens, she excused herself and went into the bathroom.

Erin didn’t mind Laura leaving, as the smell of her feet and shoes had begun to hang in the air around the table and she wondered why Laura didn’t just wash or something. To change the subject, Erin asked Alec what he did for a job and in the middle of his explaining it to her, Laura called out “Alec, could you get my contact lens solution out of my bag and bring it to me.”

Alec excused himself and went into the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he saw Laura leaning against the basin, her hands shoved down the front of her shorts, rubbing her clit vigorously. She had what Alec called ‘that horny look’ on her face, where her small nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed, and the side of her mouth curved up in a kind of tight grimace. “God that was so hot,” she said, still rubbing herself, “I’m so horny.”

“So am I,” Alec said moving closer to her, “I can’t believe you kept talking about that stuff and playing with her like that.”

“Smell and lick my feet,” Laura said, and Alec who wanted to do nothing else, dropped down to his knees in front of her as Laura extended her left foot and he took hold of it.

Alec pressed his nose to the bottom of his young wife’s damp sole. Some of the vinegary sweat had worn off leaving behind the salty cheese-like aroma he loved equally. He ran his nose, and then his tongue, up and down the bottom of her smelly foot before taking all of Laura’s toes into his mouth at once.

“Shit, I can’t wait anymore,” Laura moaned, pulling her foot away and pushing her shorts and underpants down to her ankles. Alec, still on his knees, was now staring at her shaved mound, where a little dark stubble was beginning to grow back over Laura’s brownish-pink pussy lips. He could smell that she hadn’t washed her lower regions in a few days. Laura took his head in her hands and pushed his face into her crotch, whispering pleadingly, “eat me out, eat my dirty pussy.”

Alec thought he was in heaven as his mouth and nose dug deeper into Laura’s smelly snatch. He was taking her salty nectar on his tongue – when it was this ripe and ‘fishy’ Alec and Laura jokingly called it her ‘clam chowder’ – right there in another woman’s bathroom, as she sat outside eating dinner! Her excitement mounting, Laura stuffed a washcloth in her mouth to try and stifle her moans, although part of her wanted to be overheard. As she climaxed on Alec’s probing mouth, she couldn’t help moaning loudly.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Erin heard the unmistakable moaning coming from the bathroom. Although the couple was acting very strangely to that point, Erin had thought that there behavior was weird but ‘innocent.’ Now, after hearing Laura, she realized there was some kind of sexual dimension involved.

Erin got up and began to clear the table. After a few minutes, Laura, who was now freshly sweating and smellier from her bathroom orgasm, walked barefoot into the kitchen. She apologized for not helping Erin clean up. Erin played along politely saying, “did you fix your contact?”

Laura smiled and replied “oh, yeah, it was really itchy and I needed to get it out,” savoring the crude allusion she had made.

“Here, let me help you dry the dishes,” Laura said, taking the opportunity to stand next to the much taller woman, as Erin handed her the dishes, hoping that Erin would get a whiff of her smells. Laura didn’t have to worry about that, as Erin felt surrounded by Laura’s odor — a mix of sweat, feet and sex. Erin thought maybe she should bring up the subject of washing again and told Laura that she left two towels for her and Alec on the futon.

Laura thanked her and Erin said that she had had a long day and was going to go into her serik escort bayan room. She also told Laura that she had to get up early in the morning, but that she would try and be quiet so as to not wake them. Alec came into the kitchen and he and Laura said goodnight to Erin, who went into her bedroom closing door behind her.

Still in Erin’s kitchen, the couple moved against each other and Alec’s tongue pushed into Laura’s warm mouth, sweet from the wine she had drunk, as he squeezed her ass. But Laura could taste something else: “I can taste my dirty pussy on your mouth, which reminds me, I still have that surprise for you,” she said. They went into the living room and opened up the futon, making the bed with a sheet Erin had left.

Alec stripped down to his underwear and lay down, while Laura rummaged through her knap sack. She brought out a zip lock bag with a pair of her black French-cut panties, holding them up proudly to Alec’s interested gaze. “I wore these to work everyday last week…so now there’s a layer on the crotch from my juices and also some dried pee.” Laura went and sat next to Alec as she opened the bag and he was struck by the fishy stench before she even pulled them out.

The panties were still damp with old sweat, and as Laura held out the inside for Alec’s inspection, he saw the hard yellow patch, making the crotch of the underwear stiff to the touch. As the sound of a television came from Erin’s bedroom, Alec’s face was buried in Laura’s soggy underpants, the heady smell of pussy mixed with stale urine filling his senses. “Hey, save some for me,” Laura said, and putting her cheek against Alec’s they greedily rubbed the dirty panties against their noses and lips, the crusty female crotch flavors coming to life on their darting tongues, while groping each other with their free hands.

It wasn’t long before their clothes were stripped off and they were lying naked on the futon. If Erin had happened to come out of her room at that moment to go to the bathroom she would have no doubt seen ‘all’ of them – which made things all the more exciting.

“Tell me how much I smell while you fuck me” Laura said, climbing on top of Alec and rubbing his hardening prick against her puffy slit. “You stink like a sweaty animal with your cheesy feet and sweaty armpits and fishy pussy and I love all of it…,” Alec said, as he shoved his cock into Laura’s juicy, wanting cunt. Squeezing him hard with her internal muscles, Laura said “I want to give you all my natural female stink and sweat and sex juice with Erin in the next room.”

“What if she comes out?” Alec said, finding what they were doing especially daring.

“Let her watch, it doesn’t matter, she won’t say anything….I think she broke up with her boyfriend awhile ago. Maybe she’s desperate and horny and will finger-fuck herself while watching us,” said Laura, now leaning back while Alec pumped her tight hole and rubbed her sweaty breasts. She lifted her arm and brought his face up beneath it, encouraging Alec to lick the salty folds of her armpit. Still thinking of Erin in the next room, Laura said “Mmm, I bet she’s a smelly bitch just like me…you want to smell her all over don’t you? You’d love to smell her feet and pits and pussy and compare them to mine, wouldn’t you?”

Alec, excited by Laura’s words, half-moaned in reply, “You know I do…don’t you want to too?”

“Of course, I want to smell ever nook and cranny of her tall blonde body,” Laura said, feeling Alec’s cock stiffen inside her. “Press my nose against ever sweaty, fragrant part of her.”

“What else do you want to do to her…would you make her smell your feet?” Alec asked eagerly.

“I want to lay her on the floor and walk on her with my little, sweaty feet…it would be so hot to rub my tan feet on her white thighs and soft pink breasts, then make her smell and lick my stinky soles and suck my oily toes…,” Laura said with relish, salaciously emphasizing every word for her and Alec’s enjoyment.

“That’s so hot, then what?” Alec asked, still fucking her hard.

“Then I want to make her smell my armpits and then my shoes…she’d be disgusted at first, but at the same time it would turn her on so much and she’d get so wet. Then I’d bury my face between her legs, like you did to me in the bathroom. I’d just rub my face in her crotch, soaking it in her woman juices, knowing that they were an uncontrollable response to my unwashed stink.”

Alec, overcome by lust for his perverted wife with her dirty talk, started to fuck her harder, as she grinded down on his hips, “Oh shit, you’re so deep…give me your hot cum, shoot it into me,” she moaned.

“You want my hot cum in your dirty pussy?” Alec said firmly.

“I have such a smelly, fishy cunt for you, I’m such a smelly whore…oh fuck, that’s it, give it to me, fuck me hard.” They rolled over, with Alec now on top of Laura. She pressed her dirty week-old panties against Alec’s face with one hand, rubbing her tits with the other, as he roughly spread open her legs as wide as they could go, thrusting all the way up that greedy, over-heated pussy. This second smelly exposure to Laura’s ripe underpants, combined with the moist, giving resistance of her tight, fleshy twat, as it milked and sucked and slurped his cock like a wet mouth, triggered an eruption of Alec’s thick cum into Laura, as she had her second orgasm of the evening.

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My name is Misty. I’m currently in my fourth year of college, attending the University of Michigan. I’ve been living up to the high standard I’ve set for myself and everything has been going especially well, except for one thing. I recently made a discovery about myself that I’ve been rather ashamed of.

I’ve always been a well behaved girl with a strong set of morals, or so it appears. I’ve lived around religion my whole entire life, and never strayed much from the way I was raised. I grew up in a strict Christian household with no other siblings. I guess you could say I was spoiled because of this. If I wanted something, all I had to do was ask nicely and nine times out of ten it was mine.

I wanted to escape this, though. Even though it has its advantages at times, I was so sick of being looked up to as the prim and proper church girl that everyone aspired to be . It was an image I hated living, more and more with each passing day.

Well, a few weeks ago I got my wish. I’ve been on a high ever since.

When it comes to sexual desires, I’ve had them for a long time. I used to love masturbating whatever chance I got; in my own bedroom, public bathrooms, outside, you name it. I knew from early on I got off on doing it in public or sneakily with other people around. This is what led to me discovering my newest fetish. Yeah, fetish. I have officially come to terms that what I’m about to tell you is my fetish. I fucking love every minute of it too! Wow, I just have to say it feels so good to swear like that. It actually is making me kind of wet just even typing about this.

Going against how I’ve always acted is what starts making me feel worked up. I never cussed much at all growing up. To be able to say “fuck” so freely and not care about it – I don’t know. There’s just something about it that appeals to me because it is going against everything I was taught.

One night a while ago, I was in my dorm room snuggled nicely under the covers. It was about 2 am and I knew my roommate was going to be out for the night. I had my laptop in front of me, on-top of the covers and was in the process of navigating to my favorite porn website. A typical Saturday night.

Porn. I fucking love porn. I loved all kinds, but the anal category was what really got to me. I loved seeing a woman taking it deep in the ass, seeing the look in her eyes while she was cumming. None of that fake shit, either. Even more, I loved finding real videos of women pleasuring themselves with fingers or a toy in their ass. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian and I never had been in my life, but for whatever reason I was extremely turned on by watching women do this. As for myself, I had never tried anything on my own ass yet. I was awfully curious, though.

That night, as I laid under the covers trying to find a video, I happened upon a sexy looking brunette woman who was in the process of lubing up her fingers, getting them ready for her asshole. I felt my legs spread apart automatically under the blankets and I could already tell I was wet, even through my panties. The anticipation of how good it would feel to cum, in itself, was enough to turn me on. Sifting through the videos, of all these slutty women acting out their filthy fantasies, amped it up even more.

As I watched the big titted blonde’s fingers playing near her ass, suddenly a website popped up in front of me. I thought it was one of those annoying ads at first, that it had slipped through my ad blocker, but I was wrong. A video player came up with the title “Woman gets off while pushing” above it. Pushing? Curiosity got the best of me, and hoping that it didn’t give my laptop viruses, I pressed the play button daringly.

In front of me, I saw this woman in my exact scenario, laying on a bed, about to feel herself through her panties. What was weird, was she even looked like me! I had a curvy body, dirty blonde hair and plump boobs which contrasted my curvy hips nicely. I was not super skinny, but nowhere near fat either. The only difference between me and this woman was the color of her panties. My panties were a light blue, hers were white. I felt like I was looking at myself. The video was blurry enough that I couldn’t make out her face too well.

It appeared that she didn’t know the camera was on her. It looked like one of those night cams people use to monitor their houses while away. I immediately found that sexy, the voyeuristic konyaaltı escort bayan aspect of it all. The fact that she was starting to touch herself also did so much for my increasingly wet panties. I decided to let my hand start slipping down under the covers, to tease myself just a bit.

I matched the movement of the woman’s hand to my own, feeling the shape of my pussy lips ever so slightly through my panties. As soon as my finger tips brushed against them, it sent a shiver through my body and I felt my clit start to harden. I wanted so much to just start fucking myself with my fingers, but I withheld and just kept playfully touching.

As the woman on the video kept doing the same kind of movements, she stopped. In my headphones, I heard what I can only describe as her start to strain. It sounded like she was constipated or something! This caught me completely off guard, but at the same time, it turned me on. I was so confused at this moment because I didn’t understand why I felt so horny over hearing and seeing this random chick pushing… but I knew my pussy didn’t lie when it came to being turned on.

Watching eagerly, I saw the woman’s panties start forming a wet spot at the top where her pubes were, trickling its way down to where her fingers were picking up intensity. Was she peeing?

She pulled the panties to the side, and lo and behold I saw her lovely pussy spurt out a big stream of piss that shot nearly half way across the bed. My pussy started to pulsate, now.

I paused the video, right as the woman was letting her panties slide back over her pussy, sopping wet. My own pussy was in a fit of ecstasy. I wanted to cum right then and there because of how fucking dirty this woman was being, without any care in the world. She had just pissed all over her panties and bed on purpose, and was clearly getting off to the taboo act. There was something so enticing about even the thought of such a nasty thing.

My heart raced at the thought of doing something so dirty. I focused my attention down to my bladder, and immediately realized I actually had to pee, pretty bad actually. Should I really try to piss right here, under the covers and through my panties?

I kept second guessing myself, thinking of how potentially messy it would be and about the cleanup after, but then the emanating horniness came back. I can only describe it as something taking a hold of me, not giving a fuck about how messy it could get. The feeling extended away from my tits, down the front of me, and straight to my pussy and my heart pounded all the more harder.

The sheets of my bed were a dark hue of blue that contrasted the blanket over me, which was a pale white. If I really did pee, I thought it would be better to only release a little bit so that way it wouldn’t be as noticeable. My cover, more than anything, would be the issue with the stains I was about to cause. I didn’t care though.

I started putting pressure on my pussy, feeling the familiar feeling of taking a piss. As it was just about to come out, I hesitated a moment. The feeling I felt was indescribable. I felt such an insane rush of euphoria and naughtiness, it was empowering! It was such a lethal mix of sexual excitement, I couldn’t contain myself much longer. My hand was pressing tight against myself, my fingers wrapped tightly on my pussy.

A few seconds later, I felt the first sign of droplets start to form. My pee was starting to come out, and I absolutely fucking loved it. It was a slow stream at first, just enough to wet the front of my panties and then I felt it on my hand. As soon as it touched my fingertips, my pussy gave a hard throbbing sensation. Was I really doing this?

It was as if my thoughts couldn’t catch up fast enough to what was happening. All I could picture was the woman in the video I still had paused in front of me, acting out all her same motions. My pee started to come out heavier now, which made me clench my bladder muscles. It came to a halt. The pressure, wetness, and heart palpitations were all enough on their own to make me cum harder than I ever had before, but I still somehow held off.

I wanted to see the mess I made. I reached over to the night stand beside my bed, and snapped it on. As I did this, I felt a wet sensation on my hips when I rolled to my side. I was in a small puddle of piss. muratpaşa escort bayan I am such a filthy girl. Misty, you are so fucking perverted, pissing yourself while watching other woman play with their pussies.

I wanted to cum so fucking hard. I knew that this orgasm was going to be one of the best I ever had, but I was persistent in increasing the sexual tension that plagued my whole body. My nipples were rock hard, poking out through my white T-shirt. The end folds of the shirt were damp from the same piss puddle I was laying in. My body had a new craving I never knew I needed – to be filthy, dirty.

In the dim glow of the light, I looked down and saw my soaking wet panties. I hadn’t released all my piss, because I still had the last “normal” part of me holding me back. The puddle that had formed around my ass was now almost fully soaked through the sheets, into the mattress itself. There was a dark patch that spanned just a bit wider than my hips, and it was clearly noticeable even in the low light and dark sheets. I felt a bit ashamed but it actually turned me on even more, if that was even possible at this point. The shame seemed to fuel the ever growing fire of horniness.

There was no end to the pressure that had been building inside my groin, my pussy, all night. I decided to click play again, on the video of the woman. I started rubbing my clit through my panties, my hands wet from the mixture of pee and cum now starting to leak from my pussy. I was edging so close to cumming, but didn’t allow myself.

I now matched the woman in the video pretty much spot on. The only difference is she kept continuing to pee while her hand became more aggressive, her fingers occasionally disappearing underneath her white piss soaked panties. I followed in stride.

I slipped my fingers into my pussy, and almost exploded cum. The combination of fucking myself with the tightness from my hyper sensitive pussy, led to a pure swell of hormones. The rest of my pee gushed out, and I didn’t even care anymore.

The girl in the video started moving differently again. Her fingers continued to make small circles around her clit through her panties while her other hand was simultaneously fingering harder and harder. Then she did it.

Yet again, I heard the same familiar straining but this time I watched as her panties started developing a slight bulge at first, growing into something even bigger as she continued pushing. I realized at this point that she was shitting directly into her panties, without a care in the world, and I fucking loved it. She continued to finger fuck herself. Was she really getting off while doing it?

A pure mixture of taboo naughtiness, going against everything that I was taught not to do, and filthiness filled my senses as I watched this hot blonde chick continue to shit, while furiously masturbating her pussy. The fact that she supposedly didn’t even know she was being filmed made it all the more kinkier. This must be her dirty fantasy she lives when she is all alone…

My pussy couldn’t handle much more. I felt so ashamed that I was so fucking turned on over watching something so disgusting and dirty, but I could not deny the way the throbbing was escalating throughout my entire body. I started wondering why I was so attracted to this whole thing, and had to almost pinch myself. I reached a state of being turned on that I had never felt before, and I fucking loved it. My heart was not slowing down, either. Fuck it.

Wanting so desperately to experience a next level orgasm, a new high, I decided to do exactly what the blonde was doing on my screen. I started pushing as hard as I possibly could, all the while fucking my pussy with my fingers. In, out, in, out… I was nearing the point at which I was going to have to catch myself before I came.

The pressure on my asshole was building so much, and I could feel the first signs of it starting to open up. It sent a shiver throughout my entire body, and my lower fingers immediately started to explore my asshole, but just barely. I didn’t know at this point how I would actually feel about touching my own shit, but I didn’t spend much time thinking about it either.

So many different things were happening all at once, it was overwhelming to my senses. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, almost matching the serik escort bayan motion of my fingers slipping into myself. A bit more piss started squirting out of my pussy again, from the immense pressure. I took a deep breath, and gave the hardest push I could muster.

I felt the first signs of my shit start pushing out, making contact with my panties underneath my ass. Feeling as though my heart, pussy, and brain were going to explode, I decided this was it. I started pushing as much as I could, not caring how fucking messy it got and just decided to go for it. I started cumming as soon as I felt my shit start bunching up underneath my ass cheeks, my panties getting so tight. What the fuck are you doing, Misty? You deserve to be this messy, it shows how filthy and disgusting you like to be.

The smell started reaching my nostrils as I came. It only added to the intensity. It let me know just how dirty I was really being, and I kept pushing even when I knew I had no more left. I had a massive pile of shit mashed up beneath my ass, and it felt so fucking good. I didn’t stop after I came the first time. I was in such a state of exhilaration that I immediately went for another. My clit was so hard it felt like it was going to fall off my pussy, and I could feel that some of my shit had pressed itself against my lower pussy lips. I could’ve sworn that some was most likely on my fingers now, but I didn’t even care. I had an intoxicating feeling to be as dirty as I possibly could. It felt like a primal beast had taken over my body, and all I wanted was to feel filthy. I came again, this time pulling my panties tight against my ass at the same time, feeling my shit clump even tighter against me. I was such a fucking mess.

I was shivering, as if I was out in a cold winter night with no clothes on. My body was shaking hard, pussy sore to the touch. I noticed every time I had cum, I pushed, even though I knew my bowels were completely empty at this point. Something about my asshole trying to open up, coupled with watching the blonde woman’s asshole doing the same was helping me get off so fucking hard.

The shit was so warm all over my ass, up on my pussy a bit, and spread all over my panties. The smell filled the room, especially because I was still half way under the covers. I decided to take a quick look down and was so thrilled and turned on by the sight.

My own shit was leaking out of the sides of my underwear, slightly onto my bed sheets. Piss was everywhere, even on the front of the laptop. All the while, the girl on my screen finishing her last cum session. What have I even done? What am I? I am so fucking dirty, I love this filth in my panties.

I held my fingers up in front of the nightlight. There was a bit of shit on them, but not much. Even though my pussy was completely used, I felt one last shiver and decided to finish with the blonde on my laptop screen, using my shitty fingertips. In the moment, I didn’t care how dirty it was or how risky it was with getting UTIs, I just wanted to have one final cum.

I could hear the woman in the video’s asshole pushing, and did it again myself. I was already so dirty, I didn’t care. I started cumming when I heard her moan, it rushing through my body as her eyes rolled back and her pussy started squirting through her panties. I heard her let out some farts at the same time, but could tell she was empty also. I followed exactly what she did.

I laid there, staring up at the ceiling in a state of pure ecstasy. I was so worn out from how hard I came, and how fast my heart was beating thinking of how dirty I was being, I could barely move. I couldn’t believe what I had done that night. Not only was it completely disgusting, but it was also so messy, I knew I would have a lot of cleanup to do. This was the part I dreaded.

This night was a very important part of my journey of self discovery. It let me know how turned on I could get over something so insanely taboo, and how much fun it could actually be. I got away with it, too.

Later on the next day, after I managed to clean the sheets and covers, my roommate actually told me she thought there was a sewage problem in our dorm because there was a weird smell! Hahahahahahhaahhahahaha! I laughed so hard to myself that night.

There will be many other nights like this, I can promise. After writing about what I did, I had to resist the temptation to masturbate several times. I might’ve slipped a hand down occasionally in some of those really detailed parts though… and I definitely couldn’t help but pushing just a bit, teasing myself. I wouldn’t be surprised if my panties are a bit messy right now, but oh well!

I hope you all enjoyed this, and I look forward to posting more of my dirty adventures I plan to have in the future!

Love, Misty

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When I was in college, I was dating a really beautiful girl called Summer. After we’d been going out a couple of months, a group of our friends were going down to Miami for spring break so we said we’d go along too. We were staying right along the strip in a cheap hotel that was full of college kids like us, all having a good time. There was one group of guys there I really didn’t like though. They were a bunch of jocks from TMU and the type of loud, overbearing assholes I couldn’t stand. One guy in particular was the worst. His name was Pat. He was a real alpha type with huge muscles. Whenever he saw me around, he was a total jerk to me, making fun of me for being skinny and saying I looked like a faggot. He also kept commenting on how hot Summer’s body was and asking her why she was with a “pencil-neck” like me. Summer defended me, but I was annoyed to see she actually got on quite well with this prick and was definitely flirting with him a bit. I called her out on it, but she said I was taking Pat and his buddies too seriously and they were just messing around and being “guys”.

One afternoon, when we were all on the beach, I noticed Summer in the ocean with some of her girlfriends and saw she was talking to Pat. I guess he had just happened to be there or something. He had his shirt off and I could see he was showing off, trying to get Summer to feel his pecs and his ripped six pac. She was laughing a lot and I felt sure wouldn’t have been talking to him the way she was if she knew I was looking.

Later that night, we were all playing drinking games at the hotel when Pat and his buddies came along and asked if they could join in. I obviously didn’t want them too, but somebody said they could and at least Pat wasn’t being such a jerk to me this time for some reason. He and his friends kept playing beer pong and after a while, he challenged Summer to a game, saying she would have to do a forfeit if she lost. I didn’t want her to do any forfeits, and was pretty sure Pat would beat her, so I stepped in and said I would play instead. Of course, Pat kicked my ass and forced me to chug a lot of beer as a forfeit. I ended up puking my guts out because I chugged so much, which made konyaaltı escort Pat and his buddies laugh and call me a pussy for not being able to handle it. I kept playing though. Eventually, Pat said he was getting bored beating me and that if I lost another round then we had to “take the forfeits up a notch”.

“Like how?” I asked.

“I got an idea,” Pat said with a smirk and looked at Summer. “If you lose another game, then your hot girlfriend has to suck my cock!”

Of course, he was joking and Summer didn’t have to do that, but when I lost Pat turned to Summer and said “How about I at least get a kiss?” To my surprise, Summer looked at me and said “I guess it’s only fair” and went ahead with it!! It was really humiliating for me, because in front of everyone, Pat kissed her and it went on for quite a long time too. I wasn’t happy to see he used his tongue and it looked to me very much like Summer was kissing him back!

As the evening went on, the drinking games continued and I got more and more hammered as Pat and his buddies drunk me under the table. Summer kept flirting with Pat the whole time, and I began to realise that, the way things were going, it didn’t look like our relationship would make it to the end of the week. Sure enough, about an hour or so later I saw Summer sitting on Pat’s lap sharing a beer with him.

“Bro!” said one of the other guys tauntingly, “He’s totally stolen your girl! Aren’t you gonna do something about it?”

Pat laughed when he heard this.

“Nah, he won’t,” he sneered. “He’s too much of a pussy!” and everyone laughed.

Feeling dejected and humiliated, I went down to the pool toilets to barf some more.

Later, things got even worse. When I finally made it back to our room, still feeling groggy and with a killer headache, I walked in and found Pat and Summer having sex on our bed!! Their clothes were on the floor and they were totally naked. Summer was lying on her back with her legs spread and Pat was on top of her, pounding what looked like a really big, thick dick in and out of her pussy.

“I’m sorry baby, it just sort of muratpaşa escort happened,” Summer told me apologetically. Pat didn’t care though. He just laughed and didn’t even stop fucking her when I walked in.

“Get your ass out and give us some privacy you little perv!” he told me.

Where was I supposed to go? I asked if they could at least go to his room so I could sleep in the bed, but he refused. In the end, I had no choice but to sit out on the balcony and wait for them to finish, which basically meant I had to sit there and listen to them fucking! It was agony. Summer was moaning really loudly and kept telling Pat how hot he was. The whole time, I could hear his big, heavy balls slap, slap, slapping against her ass.

Eventually they finished, but Pat still didn’t leave. I just had to curl up in a ball and sleep on the balcony as they slept in the bed together. I couldn’t help sobbing a little as I lay there, feeling really sorry for myself after everything that had happened.

“Haha, can you hear that loser? Stop snivelling like a little bitch, dickhead!” I heard him calling out to me. At least I heard Summer telling him not to be so mean, which made me feel a bit better. About an hour later though, I heard them fucking again.

The next morning, I woke up with a really hard boner. I had been totally humiliated by what had happened the last night, but at the same time I felt very horny. I think it was because I had been forced to witness so much sexy flirting and then fucking but hadn’t been allowed to participate at all.

Nervously, I crept into the room. The bed was empty, but I could hear water running in the bathroom and assumed Summer was having a shower. It looked like Pat had left, so I decided to go into the bathroom and confront Summer about her betrayal. At the back of my mind, I was still hoping we might be able to patch things up and maybe even have a little make up sex, seeing as how I was feeling so horny.

When I went in there though, I got a shock as I realised Pat hadn’t left at all. Instead, he was now fucking my girlfriend in the shower! He had her bent serik escort over with her hot little 19-year-old ass sticking up in the air and was ramrodding his cock into her from behind as the water fell on them. Now it was daylight, and in this position, I was able to see that Pat’s cock was indeed huge. It must have been 9 or even 10 inches long, and really thick.

They both saw me standing there, and saw that I was also hard, although of course my cock was way smaller. Pat laughed at the sight of me and commented that he wasn’t surprised Summer had dumped since my cock was so pathetic. Summer took pity on me though. “Maybe we should let him watch?” she asked with a little giggle. I could see she had lost all respect for me by this point, but I was so horny seeing her get fucked like this I still wanted to stay. I ended up taking my little dick out of my pants and beating off as I stood there. They both laughed at me, and even Summer couldn’t help giggling at my expense. “What a loser!” Pat kept saying as he fucked her with long, luxurious strokes. Very soon, he made her cum. Weirdly enough, I loved watching it, and I also came in about two minutes flat! Then Pat told me to get the fuck out and leave them to it, which is exactly what I did.

That wasn’t the last I saw of Pat and Summer that week. Pat basically turned me into his little bitch. He made me hang out with him and his buddies by the pool while they all threw beer cans at my head and took turns dunking me under the water. When he or Summer were thirsty, I had to go to the bar and bring them back drinks, then sit there while they made out in front of me. His buddies couldn’t stop laughing at how pathetic I was.

Every so often, Pat would get horny and he and Summer would go back to our room to fuck. When they did, Pat would make go back with them. He made me watch Summer sucking his dick, and riding him, and once he even made me go down on her after he had cum in her pussy. I think he got a real kick out of humiliating me like that. “You’re so mean!” Summer would say whenever he tormented me like this, but I think she secretly got off on it too. Whenever I was watching, I noticed she was always really loud and vocal in telling Pat how much she loved his hard muscles and his big dick while he pounded her.

Eventually, the week ended and we all went back to college. I sometimes see Summer around campus and she always gives me a nice smile, although I know she must think I’m a total loser for allowing Pat to do what he did to me. I don’t know if they are still together.

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This is a story of sexual awakening and the cementing of a lifelong love of panties, proper panties that is, not that great pretender the thong! A thong is just that, a thong! And in my eyes can never be called panties! Panties must have a full back to be termed as such and that’s an end to it! Lecture over!

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An obsession? A Fetish? Who knows, all I know is that my love of a woman hiding her treasures in panties started a long time ago and I have my sister and her friends to thank for it. I am 55 now and still find an up skirt flash of panties, the sight and feel of a woman’s arse in cotton or silky panties the most erotic experience there is. The sight of a pair of panties glimpsed through the thin material of a light summer dress, or the feel of the material of a dress or silky slip sliding over panties, and of course last but not least the VPL! That wonderful outline of an undergarment that allows your mind to imagine what is under the outer garment of a complete stranger, oh how I despise the advent of the thong, that hateful piece of string that has no shape and no mystery!

So where and how did it all begin? I am sure there would have been some influences around my love of panties that could be attributed to my formative teenage years, I had a sister two years older than me and we were always very close, sharing secrets with each other and pretty much always got on well, I also generally got on really well with her friends who never seemed to mind me hanging around. It was not unusual for us all to go out together, either, in to town, swimming or just hanging out, obviously as the girls got older and started going to the pub or hanging with boys I kept my distance, but in truth we had a great relationship and never felt I was the irritating younger brother, although I could have my moments!!

Sally & I were never self-conscious about nakedness around each other she would often chat with me while I was in the bath or vice versa, we would kill time and just hang in each other’s bedrooms, even as we got older neither of us gave any real thought about changing clothes, stripping off ready for a bath or getting ready for bed if front of each other. There was never any sexual tension we were simply a brother and sister completely comfortable and relaxed around each other. So I had seen Sally naked and in her underwear for years, I had seen her bush grow, her tits develop without taking any real notice in a sexual way. The most common panty she wore were cotton bikini briefs mostly white sometimes coloured or with a light pattern, she also had nylon/silky bikini briefs in various colours as well.

That’s a lot of detail for someone that wasn’t taking any notice? Well seeing and taking sexual notice are two completely different things, however I do wonder if anything was happening in my subconscious, who knows? What I do know is the style of my sister’s underwear which also included silky half and mini slips remains to this day, my favourite, was that due to Sally or was it simply that most girls in the 70s wore bikini briefs and slips?

Of all the friends Sally had, three had remained constant and her best, she had known Diane, Julie & Jenny since she was 10 from the private girls’ school and Sixth Form College they had all attended together. I would often be invited to join them when they were in the house and also on many occasions when they went out. We were now all at the same college of further education (not everyone went to university in those days!!) The girls had been there for a couple of years whilst I had just started my first year. I had had a few adolescent forays into the world of women, the odd spirited grope and even a hand job but in truth was probably a little too interested in my sporting career playing both football and Rugby to quite a good level and was still I am ashamed to admit an 18yr old virgin!!

I had had a horrible week having been ill with tonsillitis and had been laid up in bed feeling pretty sorry for myself, however I was definitely on the mend now and starting to go a little stir crazy. It was about 4pm when I heard the front door open and the house filled with girly chatter and laughter.

“Hey keep it down girls” said my mother “We still have an invalid upstairs”

The girls had been in the house for about 20 minutes when Sally popped her head round the door.

“How’s the invalid today then” she asked

“Much better thanks Sis” I replied

“So Mike are you up for a bit of company then?” She asked

“Well yeah, that’d be great but I’m not sure I’m in any fit state to entertain” I said, actually hoping that they would come in as I was getting pretty bored

“Surely konyaalti escort you’d rather be in your room listening to music and slagging off the other girls at college or debating who your conquest will be like you usually do?”

“Oh I think we can spare my poorly brother some of our precious time, what do you think girls?” She said turning to the rest of the girls outside my room.

At that they all poured into my room, they were all in dressed in impossibly short skirts and blouses which was par for the course! Some of girls skirts were so short on occasion that I am sure they simply kept the belt to wear and discarded the skirt! Certainly up to this point I neither knew or had given any thought to what was being worn under those skirts other than what Sally always seemed to be wearing which were her cotton or silky/nylon bikini briefs.

Once in the room, Sally sat next to me at the top of the bed, Julie flopped in my chair in the corner, and Diane grabbed a bean bag and placed herself next to the chair, this left Jen with nowhere to go, so she climbed up onto the end of my bed and sat cross legged.

I started to realise that this was slightly strange for me as I had never had all the girls in my bedroom before, normally I would always go and join them in Sally’s room and I must confess it introduced a slight Frisian to the atmosphere that I couldn’t really understand

We all talked for a while or rather they all gossiped about their day at college, the boys they fancied, other girls at college whom they bitched about, I had very little actual input to the conversation, but I was not really worried, I was simply enjoying the company, having been cooped up in my room for so long. And so to the moment of my transformation, the time when I first saw or took any notice of panties on anyone other than my sister.

So it was that after a few minutes of Jen sitting crossed legged in front to of me that I noticed she was flashing her panties at me. I was looking up her skirt at a triangle of white cotton. I had seen Sally many times wearing that same style of panty and it meant nothing, but this was different, these were Jenny’s panties I was seeing, underneath Jenny’s skirt at the top of Jenny’s thighs and for some reason on that day it made a difference difference!

I found myself completely transfixed by Jen’s panties while at the same trying not to make it obvious that I was looking up her skirt. In order to drag my eyes away from that glorious view, I looked over at Diane and Julie to see if they had anything on show. Julie had a fair amount of thigh to see but nothing else, Diane however did have a little white triangle in view, but nowhere near as much as Jen, which is where my eyes returned as if they had a mind of their own.

At this point Sally jumped off the bed and went into her room across the landing to fetch her portable radio; she came back with it on and was listening to one of the latest chart hits. While Sally was out of the room, Jen shifted her position on the bed and turned over so that she could reach her bag which was on the floor at the end of the bed, she made no attempt to control her skirt which now afforded me a wonderful view of her panty covered backside, two lovely round globes stretching the white cotton that covered them and down to the area between her legs where her pussy created a little bump. Having finished rooting through her bag she re-positioned herself as before and whilst my was now back to a triangle of cotton between her legs I had just been given the “full tour” of her panties back and front and I liked what I saw!

Now it seemed I had had the equivalent of a conversion on the road to Damascus, I was hooked! My heart was pounding, butterflies were doing a jig in my stomach, and the one eyed snake was doing a good impression of rigor mortis! So there I was in a panty world of my own, grabbing as many looks up Jen’s skirt to her panties as I could, without her noticing, Diane suddenly started laughing loudly and pointing at me said “Jen, you do realise that our patient over there is looking up your skirt”

Jen, who at this point had been turned round slightly, talking to Julie and Diane behind her, giving me the perfect opportunity to just stare straight up her skirt, turned and looked at me.

“Is that so young man?” she said with a slightly odd grin on her face.

I was mortified and did not know where to look or what to say, Sally wasn’t going to help me as she just laughed saying, “We’re going to have to be more careful around my little brother from now on if that’s what he’s muratpasa escort up to!”

The odd thing is Jen did nothing to cover herself and continued to sit there as before; of course she was looking right at me now so I couldn’t look up her skirt, and in fact I had no idea where to look.

“So, do you like what you see, fella? She asked.

While I was dying of embarrassment! My face burning with my ears lit up like red beacons that could have guided an aircraft on to the runway; the other three had gone quiet and were waiting for me to reply.

“Well, I guess?” I mumbled.

“So how long have been looking up girls skirts then, do you like seeing a girls panties” asked Jen.

“I don’t know, yours are the first I’ve really taken any notice of, and I couldn’t really miss them could I? What with you sitting there crossed legged and your skirt riding up your legs!” I said with a little more conviction.

“Ooh I’m your first” giggled Jen “that’s so cute”

“Well that’s not true, is it?” said Sally

“What do you mean?” I asked

“You’ve seen my panties loads of times, in fact just this morning, when I came into your room wearing just my panties and my bra!”

“Oh, come on Sis, that hardly counts, we’ve grown up together”

I really didn’t know where this was going, however, I did know that despite the embarrassment I was feeling, I had a proper boner growing under my bed covers which fortunately only I was aware of.

“Hmm, well ladies, I guess it’s time to leave our little Peeping Tom to himself” said Sally, who, looking at me with a wicked grin on her face turned and left.

Jen got up from the bed giving me one final flash of white cotton, she then walked up to the top of the bed ruffled my hair, smiled at me and left. Diane and Julie who had been whispering and giggling in the corner got up and came over to the bed pecked me on the forehead and turned to walk away, then, they both stopped, started to laugh and promptly lifted the back of their skirts giving me a view of two panty covered bums, both white cotton fairly skimpy bikini briefs, a couple of seconds and a quick wiggle later and they were both laughing and skipping out of the room.

So was I in trouble with any of them? I didn’t think so, all seemed fairly amicable when the girls left the room, particularly given the bum flash I’d just had, and no doubt I would be finding out later from Sally! All of a sudden in that moment I decided I needed to be paying more attention to the female of the species and I had a lot of catching up to do!

I came down for supper that evening for the first time in a few days; however all seemed normal with Sally doing nothing out of the ordinary other than maybe the hint of a mischievous smile and a wink at me, but mainly just chatting away as usual. I watched TV for about an hour then went up to bed. I lay there thinking about the events of earlier in the day and instinctively started playing with my cock which was stiffening rapidly as I thought of the triangle of white cotton I had viewed up Jen’s skirt and I knew then, that I wanted more of the same.

I drifted off to sleep with my cock limp in my hand having had a very pleasurable orgasm thinking about the girls and their panties. I only woke when I heard Sally’s door closing across the landing and about 20 minutes later she knocked on my door and came in, nothing unusual there, we would often have a five or ten minute chat before she went to bed. Nothing unusual in what she was wearing either; it was a thin, white cotton nightdress, very short as was the fashion then and did little to hide her panties. What was unusual was that I had even noticed what Sally was wearing; I also noticed that I could quite clearly see her pink panties through the thin material of her nightdress and from the back the bottom was clearly visible below the hem. This was weird and I was struggling to understand what was going on with me.

“Hey! I asked you a question little brother” Sally said with a bit of a laugh

“Uh-huh, and what was that big sis?”

“I asked, whether you enjoyed the view up my friends skirt today?”

“Oh Come on Sally, what sort of a question’s that? What do you expect me to say, huh?”

“I want to know if my little brother’s finally taking some notice of girls?” she said.

“Look, I didn’t ask Jen to flash her panties at me, and as I said earlier, I could hardly miss them the way she was sitting on the bed! However if you must know, yes, I did like what I saw and I wouldn’t mind seeing some more!” I said a little touchily.

“Oh and serik escort Diane and Julie’s arses looked great I their panties as well, is that want you wanted to hear Sis? I said verging on the edge of emotion.

I really don’t know why I was feeling so emotional, but this was obviously a turning point in my sexual development.

“Hey hey little brother, I’m not here to upset you, there’s nothing wrong or unnatural about what happened today and anyway Jen’s cool about it” she said putting her arm round me as we sat on the bed.

I groaned “Oh gods please don’t tell me you all talked about me looking up Jen’s skirt? I’ll never be able to look any of them in the eye again!”

“Oh come on cheer up, you know we all love you, it’s not your fault you’re starting to notice girls.” she said “But tell me what did you mean about Diane and Julie’s arses and their panties? You were only caught with looking up Jen’s skirt?”

“Yeah, well, they both flashed their panties at me as they left the room” I replied.

“They did!?” said Sally sounding surprised

“Yep, turned, lifted their skirts and wiggled their bums at me!”

“Well well, well! They did, did they? The little minxes, I’ll have to have a word with them” said Sally.

“Oh please don’t Sal, I’m embarrassed enough as it is without you lot laughing behind my back” I pleaded.

“Don’t worry Bro I’m just curious as to why they would do that, Jen was flashing without giving it any thought, but those two that was deliberate!”

“Anyway, I’ll see you in the morning, sweet dreams little bother!” Sally got up and walked towards the door and for the first time in my life I took notice of how a girl walked, but in particular how great a pair of panties looked on a swaying butt.

The following morning, I was just about to get out of bed when Sally came bounding in to my room wrapped in a towel obviously fresh from her shower but with something in her hand.

“Morning little brother, how is the invalid today?” she asked

“Much better thanks, Mum says seeing as its Friday she doesn’t see the point in going back to college till next week!” I replied.

“Lucky you! So anyway, I thought given your new interest in girl’s panties you could help me choose which ones I should wear today” she said this while holding out her hand which held three pairs of panties, white cotton, light blue nylon and pink cotton.

“Bloody hell Sis! Stop teasing me, how the hell should I know what panties you should wear?” I said, However even as I said this I was making my choice, but would rather have been choosing Jen’s or Diane’s or Julies panties. Somehow it didn’t feel quite right with Sally.

“Oh go on! Just choose a pair, what harm can it do?” At this, she threw all three pairs at me, the white ones hitting me in the face.

Wanting this to be over quickly, I picked up the white ones and said “If it’ll make you go away the put these on” I held them out to her, she walked over, took the panties from me and proceeded to pull them on giving me a quick flash of pussy as the towel lifted a fraction. She then dropped her towel and made a performance of adjusting them and smoothing her hands over what I was now noticing was a delightful arse.

Sally had been wearing a bra under the towel so was now standing in front of me in her bra and white cotton panties which in fact was not unusual, I had seen her like this many times before but somehow things had changed I was aware of my sister in a completely different way and it was really messing with my head. Instead I tried to imagine that it was Jen standing there in her white cotton panties smoothing her hands over her bum, and that was giving me a real hard on which then did me the honour of popping out of the fly hole in my pyjama bottoms to say hello! Of course with my luck Sally just had to notice before I could put it away again.

“Whoa little bro is that for me?” she said staring at my cock.

“No Sis, it came up when I imagined Jen standing there dressed like you are now, you’re my sister for god’s sake!” I said

“Hey sorry little fella, I didn’t mean to upset you it was only supposed to be a bit of fun, no harm done eh?” she said

“Other than my dying of embarrassment because my sister saw my boner and thinks it was for her! Nooo! No harm done! Now get dressed and go to college!” I said and slapped her cotton covered bum, something I had never done before!

“Ouch! Watch it young fella or I’ll set my friends on to you!”

“Now that might be fun” I thought to myself, but said nothing.

So there it was, I had been properly awoken to the delights of the female form and in particular a panty covered arse and pussy, there had been a slight shift in my relationship with my sister which worried me but I would find a way of handling. The main point was that I would have to be careful as I knew that would never be able to look at Sally’s friends in quite the same way again, so this was just the beginning of my journey.

To be continued…

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Fortsetzung von Teil 3

„Lange genug”, höre ich Herrn Thomsen noch einmal sagen. „Eine schöne Vorstellung des Mädchens. Du hast sie ja richtig aus sich rauskommen lassen. Da wollte ich dann doch nicht einfach so reinplatzen.”

Beide verschwinden anschließend in ihrem Haus. Also hat er mich tatsächlich dabei beobachtet, wie ich mich unter Regie seiner Frau befriedigt habe. Das hat der alte Sack bestimmt genossen, so ein junges Frischfleisch zu beobachten. Komischerweise hält sich mein Schock hierüber in Grenzen. Ich soll zu dem was ich bin stehen, sagte Frau Thomsen. Warum sollte ich mich also schämen, zumal er mich als Kind hier auch schon nackt im Garten gesehen hat. Aber trotzdem spüre ich ein leichtes Unbehagen und gehe zurück ins Haus meiner Eltern, wo mir bereits Ronny, der Labradorrüde entgegengelaufen kommt. Seine innere Uhr verrät ihm, dass es Zeit für den frühabendlichen Spaziergang ist. Schwanzwedeln blickt er mich an.

Mit einem Handtuch trockne ich die Spuren meiner Selbstbefriedigung — war es wirklich selbst, oder bin ich nicht doch eher befriedigt worden von der alten Dame? Oh, wie ich ihr heißes Zungenspiel an meinen Zehen genossen habe. Aus meinem Schrank hole ich mir ein knielanges, weißes Röckchen, das ich mir über ein weißes Bikinihöschen ziehe. Das passende Bikinitop, aus einem zwar weißen, aber blickdichten Stoff, binde ich mir um meine Brüste. Mit meinen derzeit bevorzugten pinkfarbenen Flipflops und der Hundeleine in der Hand, gehe ich so gekleidet mit Ronny aus dem Haus. Inzwischen sind die Temperaturen etwas erträglicher geworden und eine angenehme Brise weht durch meine langen blonden Haare. Durch das geschlossene Obergeschossfenster der Nachbarn dringen gedämpfte, aber trotzdem eindeutige Geräusche. Jetzt vögeln die beiden sich ihre angestaute Lust heraus und er wird vermutlich in Gedanken eine knackige junge Blondine mit großen Brüsten und glattrasierte Muschi vögeln.

Egal, ich hatte meinen Spaß! Mit diesem Gedanken gebe ich Ronny das Zeichen zum Start und zusammen gehen wir, das Dorf in Richtung Küste verlassend, in die umliegende Feldlandschaft. Rund 30 Minuten später, nach gemütlichem Spaziergang, erreichen wir den Ostseestrand. Ronny, nicht mehr zu halten, wirft sich bereits ins kühle Nass. Auch wenn dies hier kein extra ausgeschriebener Hundestrand ist, so sind die Vierbeiner doch geduldet, da es etwas abseits der eigentlichen Touristenstrände liegt und daher keinem so kritischen Publikumsverkehr ausgesetzt ist. So finden sich hier immer weitere Hundebesitzer, mit denen man ein Pläuschchen halten kann, während die Hunde miteinander spielen.

Meine Flipflops lasse ich am Zugang zum Strand liegen, ebenso meinen weißen kurzen Rock, und im Bikini gekleidet schlendere ich an der Wasserlinie, die durch die heranspülenden Wellen nass und verdichtet ist, den Strand entlang. Die Lust auf FKK ist vorerst mal vergangen.

Einige Minuten später treffe ich Thomas, einen ehemaligen Schulkameraden, der hier ebenfalls häufig mit seinem Hund unterwegs ist. Sein nacktes Outfit irritiert mich weit weniger, als ihn mein bekleidetes. Zum einen treffen wir uns häufiger hier am Strand. Da es nun mal die nächst gelegenste Badestelle ist und dazu noch selten überlaufen, kommen natürlich die meisten Anwohner hier her. Daher kenne ich auch bereits sein Adamskostüm. Außerdem so muss ich gestehen, haben wir des häufigeren unsere meist spontanen Treffen zum „einvernehmlichen Vergnügen” genutzt, was sich dann eben immer einfach so ergibt, wenn wir beide nackig im Wasser herumtollen. Es ist aber nie über das gemeinsame Spaßhaben am Sex hinausgegangen — eine Beziehung kam für uns beide nie in Betracht. Er ist einer der wenigen guten Bekannten, die meine „dreckige Seite” kennen. Trotzdem behandelt er mich vollkommen normal — ein wahrer Freund eben, der zwischendurch auch für guten Sex zu haben ist. Heute steht mir jedoch nicht der Sinn nach seinem Schwanz.

„Hallo Larissa, heute so zugeknöpft”, fragt er mir zurufend und kommt mit seinem rasierten, muskulösem Oberkörper, seinen kräftigen Armen und seinem langen, schlaffen und baumelndem Schwänzchen auf mich zu. Bei unserer kurzen Umarmung lasse ich diesmal das sonst gern praktizierte Anfassen seines Schniedels weg. „Alles klar bei dir, du wirkst etwas nachdenklich”, fragt er erneut.

„Ja ja, alles gut bei mir, Thomas” antworte ich. „Habs wahrscheinlich nur mal wieder etwas übertrieben, du kennst mich ja.”

„Oh ja, und wie ich dich kenne. Wenn du schon mal von Übertreibung redest, muss es ja recht unzüchtig sein, was dich beschäftigt? Willst du mir es erzählen, oder soll ich dich gleich auf andere Gedanken bringen?” Er grinst mich konyaalti escort bayan an, wichst sich mit einer Hand seinen noch schlaffen Penis und fährt mit den Fingern seiner anderen Hand über meine rechte Brust, das Bikinikörbchen nach der zugehörigen Brustwarze abfühlend und umgreift mit Daumen, Zeige- und Mittelfinger den sich verhärtenden Nippel. „Du darfst mir natürlich auch jetzt gleich einen blasen! Bitteeee…”

Entgegen unseren sonstigen Gewohnheiten winde ich mich aus seinem Griff. „Mir ist grad nicht danach”, sage ich ihm und setze mich in den Sand. Thomas nimmt neben mir Platz und zusammen blicken wir zu unseren Hunden, die gemeinsam in wilder Jagd am Wasser herumtollen. Zum Glück ist Thomas wirklich unkompliziert und nicht sofort beleidigt. Ich erzähle ihm offen von meinen Erlebnissen mit Frau Thomsen, die erst meinen nackten Wassertanz fotografiert hat und mich schließlich dazu brachte, mich vor ihren Augen und mit ihrer Unterstützung zu befriedigen. Auch dass Herr Thomsen diese Situation mitbekommen hat, verschweige ich nicht, und äußere hierüber meine Sorgen.

„Klar ist der jetzt scharf auf dich. Welcher Mann hätte sich so ein Schauspiel denn entgehen lassen? Egal ob 20, 40 oder 60 Jahre, beim Anblick einer schönen Nackten, werde alle Männer schwach. Außerdem hast du es dir von einer genauso alten Frau besorgen lassen. Damit hast du kein Problem, obwohl das ja wohl etwas krasser ist, als von dem alten Sack beobachtet zu werden. Warum lässt du ihn nicht auch mal ran? Kannst dich bestimmt von beiden verwöhnen lassen”, sagt Thomas und grinst dabei. Meine aufgesetzte Empörung kontert er: „Du bist nun wirklich kein Unschuldsengel. Ich weiß wohl besser über dich Bescheid, als du über dich selbst Bescheid wissen möchtest? Und die Aufnahmen sind bestimmt toll. Kannst mir gerne ein paar Abzüge zukommen lassen. Oder du lädst mich einfach mal zu dir ein und wir machen uns zusammen über die Nachbarn her. Würde gerne mal wieder so eine rüstige Rentnerin vögeln.”

Ich liebe Thomas für seine lockere Art die Dinge zu sehen. Allein das ihm Erzählen zerstreut meine Sorgen.

Die Hunde haben sich inzwischen ebenfalls im Sand niedergelassen. Thomas` Schwanz ist zu enormer Größe angewachsen. „Träumst du schon von meiner heißen Nachbarin?”, frage ich ihn und grinse ihn dabei an.

„Nein, eher von deinen Qualitäten als Bläserin. Deine Schilderung hat mich ganz schön angemacht und mein Waffe geladen. Könntest deinen Beitrag zur Abrüstung leisten…”

„Für einen guten Freund tue ich doch alles”, antworte ich und drehe mich liegend zu ihm rüber. Mit einer Hand greife ich seine harte Latte, die sofort noch einmal deutlich an Volumen zulegt. Langsam wichse ich seinen Riemen, lasse die Vorhaut wieder und wieder nach unten gleiten, die pralle Eichel freilegend. Dicke Adern zeichnen sich auf seinem Schaft ab. Mit geschlossenen Augen, schwer atmend genießt er meine sanfte Behandlung. Behutsam nähere ich mich seinen Glied, strecke meine nasse Zungenspitze diesem entgegen und mit kreisenden Bewegungen lecke ich ihm rund um sein glänzendes Frenulum-Piercing — ein kleiner Ring mit Kugel aus Titan, den er durch sein Bändchen an der Eichel trägt. Sanft bohre ich meine Zungenspitze in seine Strullerscharte, dann erneut über das Bändchen und rund um die kleine, neckische Metallkugel.

Vorsichtig knie ich mich vor ihn hin, mit dem Gesicht direkt über seinem Riemen und lecke ihm frecher werdend über die prallgeschwollene Eichel. Zärtlich knabbere ich an seinem Schwellkörper und sauge ihn stückchenweise in meinen Mund. Schließlich stülpe ich meine Lippen fest über die pralle Eichel und lasse meine Zunge auf ihr tanzen. Thomas stöhnt inzwischen genüsslich und streckt mir seinen Schwanz bereitwillig entgegen. Der Länge nach lecke ich seinen mächtigen Phallus auf und ab, sauge mich erneut an der stolzen Eichel fest und beginne den Schwanz der Länge nach zu schlucken. Mit angezogener Handbremse ficke in seinen Schwanz mit meinem Mund, bis Thomas plötzlich ruft: „Stopp, Stopp Larissa, sonst spritz ich jetzt gleich schon ab”, und sich zur Seite wegdrehend meinem Rachen entzieht. Kurz hält er inne, den aufkommenden Samenerguss unterdrückend.

„Leg dich hin, ich möchte deine geilen Titten ficken”, sagt er. Mit einer Hand öffne ich mein weißes Bikinioberteil. Meine Brustwarzen freuen sich über die gewonnene Freiheit und strecken sich zu voller Pracht. Während ich mich auf den Rücken lege, sehe ich bei Thomas das Wasser im Munde zusammenlaufen. „Eine wahre Pracht, die du da mit dir herum trägst”, sagt er, greift mit beiden Händen nach meinen Brüsten muratpasa escort bayan und setzt sich schließlich auf meinen Oberkörper. Schwer atmend unter dem Gewicht das auf meiner Brust und Bauch ruht, blicke ich seinem harten Schwanz entgegen, der direkt auf mich gerichtet an meinem Busen liegt. Thomas drückt inzwischen beide Brüste so eng es nur geht aneinander und in dem dazwischen freibleibenden „Kanal” bewegt er seinen harten Riemen stetig vor und zurück. Kräftig hält er meine Nippel zwischen Daumen und Zeigefinger fixiert und fickt mich schneller werdend zwischen meinen beiden prallen Möpsen. Seine blutrote Eichel rammt dabei immer bedrohlicher auf mein Gesicht zu. Da Thomas ein leidenschaftlicher Liebhaber von großen Möpsen ist, weiß ich um die Feuerkraft seiner Fleischpeitsche, mit der er mir bereits einige Male zuvor Schübe seines schleimigen Samens in Gesicht und Rachen gefeuert hat. Wild und animalisch tobt er sich an mir aus. Als ich schließlich seine weiße Ladung erwarte, stoppt er plötzlich und verharrt erneut eine Weile. Der Schuft will es noch etwas heraus zögern. „Nicht so ungeduldig, du bekommst deine Sahneportion noch”, sagte er. „Sieh mal, wer sich hier noch eingefunden hat.”

Erschrocken blicke ich seitlich an Thomas vorbei in Richtung Wasser und tatsächlich stehen dort in gut 10 Meter Entfernung zwei junge Burschen, die sich schüchtern beobachtend ihre breiten Beulen in den Badeshorts halten. Beide tragen trotz des Wetters T-Shirts, dürften kaum älter als 20 Jahre alt sein und haben ziemlich exotische Gesichter — meiner Einschätzung nach asiatisch, vielleicht indisch. Beide haben zudem eine recht dunkle, aber nicht pechschwarze Hautfarbe und wirken im Vergleich zu Thomas eher schmächtig.

„Na ihr beiden Spanner, kommt doch einfach näher ran — könnt ruhig zusehen, wie ich die Kleine hier ficke”, ruft Thomas ihnen entgegen. „ Was macht ihr hier? Woher kommt ihr?”

Zögernd, sich gegenseitig anblickend und Mut machend, treten die beiden näher. Stockend vor Verlegenheit, aber auch mit ziemlich gebrochenem Deutsch antwortet der Junge im roten Shirt: „Wir nur Gäste… from Pakistan… wir nichts böses…”

Unsicher schauen sie Thomas an, der weiterhin auf meinem Oberkörper sitzt. „Habt wohl noch nie so ein geiles Blondchen gesehen?” Zustimmendes Nicken der Beiden. „Ich werd euch mal zeigen, wie unsere Frauen so abgehen.”

Sich zu mir wendend, sagt er leise: „Vertrau mir, ich pass auf dich auf, Süße”, und beginnt mit einer Hand die seitliche Schleife meines Bikinihöschens zu öffnen. Mit einem kurzen Ruck entreißt er es mir und entblößt meinen rasierten Intimbereich. Die Augen weit aufgerissen, stieren die beiden Spanner auf meine Muschi. Als Thomas auch noch anfängt meine Klitoris zu bespaßen, gaffen beide nur noch ungläubig mit offenen Mündern.

Oh Gott, dieses Schwein. Wie geil wird das denn, frage ich mich und beginne mitzuspielen. Willig öffne ich meine Schenkel und ermögliche Thomas das Eindringen seines ersten Fingers in meine Muschi und den beiden Pakistanis einen unzensierten Blick darauf. Immer schwerer fällt es ihnen, sich zu beherrschen, was ich an ihren nervösen Armbewegungen erkenne, mit denen sie ihre ausgeprägten Beulen in den Shorts zu verbergen versuchen.

„Zieh deine Oberschenkel ran”, sagt Thomas mir und wie geheißen hebe ich die Beine an ihn heran. Mit beiden Händen packt er, weiterhin auf meinem Brustkorb sitzend, meine beiden Beine und führt sie unter seinen Achseln hindurch, wodurch mein Becken und meine feuchte Muschi hinter seinem Rücken frei gen Himmel ragen und diese einladend offen steht. Den beiden Spannern fallen fast die Augen aus dem Kopf, als Thomas auch noch erneut anfängt, mit inzwischen drei Fingern in meine nasse, vollkommen ungeschützte Möse einzudringen. Mehrfach schiebt er sich langsam und vorsichtig weit in mich hinein und dehnt meine Pflaume aufs Äußerste mit seinem vierten Finger. Auf Thomas vertrauend, genieße ich seine Muschigriffe unter noch vorsichtigem Stöhnen.

Wie weit wird Thomas gehen? Er wird mich ja wohl kaum von so zwei dahergelaufenen Spannern ficken lassen, oder doch? Was wenn die beiden uns überwältigen? Aber diesen Gedanken verwerfe ich gleich wieder, da diese beiden Hempflinge wohl kaum in der Lage wären es mit Thomas aufzunehmen. Dieser zieht plötzlich seine Hand vollständig aus mir heraus und präsentiert den beiden die vollkommen getränkte Hand.

„Lecken? Kann einer von euch Fotze lecken?” fragt er die beiden und zeigt auf mein klaffendes Loch. Einer der beiden dunkelhäutigen Spannern tritt an mich ran. „Nur Lecken, nix serik escort bayan ficken! Verstanden?”, weist Thomas ihn ruppig an und beginnt plötzlich, wieder mir zugewandt, seinen harten Prügel zwischen meine Brüsten zu bewegen. Ich sehe noch, wie der herangetretene Junge hinter Thomas` Rücken an meinem geöffneten Becken in die Hocke geht und ich ihn so aus meiner Sicht verlieren. Der zweite Kerl zieht sich augenblicklich seine Shorts herunter und fängt an, seinen harten Penis im Stehen zu wichsen.

Thomas gibt bereits kräftig Gas und rammt mir seinen harten Prügel ein ums andere Mal entgegen, als ich plötzlich das Gesicht des an meinem Becken niedergelassenen Spanners direkt auf meiner offenen Pflaume spüre. Eine Eruption von Reizen schießt durch meinen Körper. Der junge Pakistani leckt inzwischen seine breite Zunge ungestüm durch meine Muschi. Fast frisst er mich auf; habe ich das Gefühl, als wenn er sich einem Wels an der Aquariumscheibe ähnlich, an meiner weit geöffneten Fotze festsaugt und sie mit seiner harten, gemeinen Zunge durchpflügt. Der junge Kerl frisst mich wirklich gleich auf! Urplötzlich trifft mich der rasend schnell herantobende Orgasmus. In fast erstickenden Lauten wimmere ich die zerfetzende Wucht der Reizüberflutung aus mir heraus, mein Körper versucht sich zu winden, meine Fotze versucht dem Maul des dunklen Fremden zu entrinnen, doch gefangen durch Thomas, der inzwischen selbst ekstatisch auf mir reitet, und diesem jungen Kerl, der mich richtiggehend auszusaugen scheint, gibt es kein Entkommen.

Kaum bemerke ich, wie Thomas mir mit einem weiteren Schub durch meine Titten sein fertiggeladenes Rohr entgegenstößt und laut stöhnend seine Samenladung in mein Gesicht abspritzt. Schub um Schub strömt aus seinem harten Rohr und schießt mir mit irrem Tempo entgegen. Die Samenschübe ergießen sich quer über meine Wangen bis in die Haare, über den vom Stöhnen weit geöffneten Mund und sogar mein rechtes Auge wird mit milchiger Sahne beschossen. Als Thomas langsam zur Ruhe kommt und nur noch zähere Samenmasse aus seiner Schwanzspitze hervorquillt, tritt der zweite junge Pakistani wild wichsend an mich heran, kniet sich neben meinen besamen Kopf und entlädt sich ebenfalls, sichtbar um Beherrschung bemüht, direkt in mein Gesicht. Seine dünnen, kurzen Samenschüsse treffen mich ebenfalls an Augen, Mund und Wange, bis hinunter zum Dekolleté.

Schnell versucht der junge Kerl seine Contenance wieder zu erlangen und verstaut seinen entleerten Schwanz wieder in seiner Badeshorts. Sein Begleiter, der inzwischen mit 2 Fingern meine auslaufende Fotze durchwühlt und mir bereits zusätzliche Gänge meines köstlichen Orgasmus beschert hat, wird von Thomas plötzlich rüde zurechtgewiesen. „STOPP! Es reicht jetzt!” Der entzieht mir seine wühlenden Finger, steht auf und beide bleiben eingeschüchtert neben uns stehen. „Na Süße, bist jetzt auf andere Gedanken gekommen?”

Mit meinen Fingern versuche ich die Samenmasse aus meinem rechten Auge zu wischen. Ohne ihm zu antworten, stöhne ich noch etwas benommen vor mich hin und blicke Thomas an. Sich auf seinen Knien über mir aufrichtend, schiebt er mir seinen besudelten Schwanz in den Mund, den ich genüsslich ablecke. Unsere beiden Teilhaber beobachten das Schauspiel mit ungläubigen Minen. Mit seiner saubergeleckten Eichel nimmt Thomas etwas von dem auf meinen Wangen verspritzten Samengemisch, aus seinem eigenen Sperma und dem des abspritzenden Spanners, auf und schiebt mir erneut seinen Schwanz in den Mund. Gehorsam lecke ich auch diese Portion Samen ab und schlucke es mit gespielter Dramatik herunter.

Als Thomas aufsteht und mir ebenfalls auf die Beine hilft, stehe ich nackt und geschändet vor den beiden ausländischen Gästen, die mich weiterhin mit großen Augen anstarren. Diese zurücklassend laufen wir zusammen ans Wasser, an unseren beiden im Sand ruhenden Hunden vorbei und werfen uns in die kühle See. Spielerisch toben wir einige Zeit dahin und schließlich versuche ich mich, von den verbliebenen Samenresten im Gesicht zu entledigen, was gerade in den langen Haaren mitunter etwas schwierig ist.

Als wir wieder an Land gehen, sage ich halb spaßig, halb ernst zu Thomas: „Wenn ich mit dir zusammen bin, erlebe ich immer die größten Schweinerein. Du hast keinen guten Einfluss auf mich!”

„Wir leben doch nur aus, was wir sind — große Dreckschweinchen”, antwortet er lachend. „Außerdem bist du auch ohne mich ein verdorbenes Mädchen, wie du mir vorhin noch breit erzählt hast.”

Von den beiden Spannern ist inzwischen keine Spur mehr zu sehen. Ebenso wenig von meinem Bikinihöschen, das Thomas mir ausgezogen und in den Sand geworfen hatte. „Das haben die einfach mitgehen lassen”, entrüste ich mich. „Hoffentlich sind wenigstens meine anderen Klamotten noch da…”

„Wahrscheinlich wichsen sie jetzt noch mal in das Höschen und geben es dir die Tage gefüllt wieder zurück”, meint Thomas reichlich amüsiert. „Soll ich dich nach Hause bringen?”

„Ja, das wäre nett. Wer weiß, ob die beiden nicht doch noch etwas vorhaben…”

Fortsetzung folgt…

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