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The next day Miss White attached the camera they’d confiscated from Jodie to her computer and uploaded the photos. She intended to return the camera to Dean Wilkins with nothing on it; it seemed symbolically correct.

But the pictures were too good to just throw away. For several hours in the late morning and early afternoon she locked her door and scrolled through them, masturbating over and over. Not only were the images highly erotic in themselves, the fact that they’d been taken surreptitiously somehow made them even sexier.

It turned into one of those intense self-pleasuring sessions where each orgasm is better than the last and leads you directly to the next. She finally had to force herself to stop so she could get ready for her meeting with the Dean, decisively shutting down her computer and leaving the room.

She took a long, hot shower and tried to get herself mentally prepared. She was generally an extremely confident person, but there were a lot of unknowns in this situation, and many potential dangers. The pleasures she’d experienced in her time at Alpha Beta Delta were so many and so glorious that she’d always wondered whether someday there would be a price to pay. Was the time at hand?

Well, she’d just have to handle things as best she could. She dried herself off, put her hair up, and got her best suit out of the closet. When she was dressed she checked herself out in the mirror, put her game face on. Yes, Dean Wilkins was a formidable person; but so was she.

It was about a 10-minute walk to the administration building, but Miss White was ahead of schedule, so she took it slow. She wanted to be exactly on time — not late, not early. It was a beautiful, unseasonably warm day, and every coed that passed seemed to be wearing her skimpiest summer outfit.

For awhile Miss White found herself walking behind a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, watching him crane his neck to casino şirketleri check out every girl in sight. Truth be told, she was just as bad, she knew; but at least she was more subtle about it. It made her smile to think that she got more pussy than he could ever dream of.

Which was part of the problem at hand, of course. The fact that Alpha Beta Delta was a hotbed of lesbian activity had been an open secret on campus for a long time; the administration was generally content to look the other way, since no one was harmed and ABD had a long history behind it. But occasionally there had been conservative factions that would have liked to have an excuse to shut it down.

Miss White knew that her own sexual involvement with students was problematic in that respect. But she didn’t for a minute try to fool herself into thinking that she’d ever give up the privileges she enjoyed. She promised herself she’d be more careful in the future, assuming they survived this crisis; that was as far as she’d go.

She arrived at the Dean’s office precisely at 4, but was kept waiting for the better part of 20 minutes; that was to be expected. She tried not to let herself get annoyed; she wanted to be on a completely even keel, with no emotions clouding her thinking. She practiced deep breathing and read news on her phone until the Dean’s secretary finally called for her.

Dean Wilkins’ office was huge, with a spectacular view of campus, but it was out of the sun at this time of day and the lights were on low. For a second Miss White didn’t see the Dean, and then she seemed to materialize out of the shadows. “Hello, Alexis,” she said matter-of-factly and their eyes met, both of their expressions neutral as they sized each other up.

Statuesque and mahogany-skinned, with a leonine mane of black hair, Monique Wilkins towered half a head above Miss White. She was wearing an impeccably tailored, form-fitting casino firmaları dark suit and stiletto heels that made her taller than she already was. “Monique,” responded Miss White, and they clasped hands and exchanged French-style cheek kisses, one of the Dean’s trademarks.

Dean Wilkins sat down behind her desk and Miss White took the chair on the other side. “So what can I do for you?” asked the Dean coolly.

Miss White sat the camera down on the desk. “I believe this belongs to you,” she said.

Dean Wilkins cocked an eyebrow. “In fact it does. Thank you.” She picked up the camera and switched it on; after seeing that the memory card was empty, she switched it off again. “Actually, it’s good that you’ve come. I was going to have to speak with you soon anyway.”

They again locked eyes, each one trying to out-calm the other. “You sent that envelope,” stated Miss White.

The Dean nodded. “Yes, I did.” Opening the middle drawer of her desk, she produced a key which she used to unlock another drawer at the bottom-right. From this she took a manila folder about an inch thick, which she sat down on the desktop. “I’ve assembled quite a dossier on your activities at Alpha Beta Delta.” Nodding toward the corner of the room, she added, “There are more in the safe. Electronic files too.”

Miss White struggled to fight off a mild sense of panic, but managed to keep her face perfectly composed. “What is this all about, anyway?”

Dean Wilkins flipped open the folder and began to page through the printouts inside. They were all pictures taken at ABD House, many of them sexually explicit; some of them Miss White recognized, some were new. “Well, Alexis, it’s like this,” she said. “As you know, there is a morals clause in Alpha Beta Delta’s agreement with the college. I had heard rumors of what went on there, but I had no idea it was like this. I’m… concerned.”

Pausing at a photo of güvenilir casino Miss White leaning back against her desk naked from the waist down, an unidentifiable blond head gripped between her thighs, the Dean continued. “And I’m concerned about your behavior in particular. This sort of thing is simply beyond the pale, Alexis.”

Miss White sighed. Dean Wilkins had her, there was no way around it. She took a deep breath and relaxed; there was nothing she could do now but see where this was leading. “So what is it that you want?” she asked.

The Dean smiled a smile that made the hairs stand up on the back of Miss White’s neck; it was triumphant, cruel, and playful all at once. “There’s more than enough here for me to pull your charter. But I’d rather that wasn’t necessary. I’d like to meet with some of these girls. Evaluate them. Make sure they aren’t being harmed.”

Suddenly it was as if the scales had fallen from Miss White’s eyes. Of course, the Dean wanted a piece of the action. Immediately she felt a slight sense of relief; at least now she knew the parameters of what she was dealing with. Her mind went to work, calculating, strategizing. “I assume you had particular ones in mind?”

“In fact,” answered the Dean, shuffling through the pile of photos, “I do.” She held up a picture obviously taken through a window at ABD House. Jenny stood there naked; behind her was Kristin, fully clothed. One of Kristin’s arms was wrapped around Jenny’s chest just beneath her breasts, making them stand up and point directly toward the camera. The other was cupping Jenny’s crotch. Jenny was leaning back against Kristin, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. It was a tremendously sexy image, and Miss White felt a tingle between her legs looking at it, even under these fraught circumstances.

“These two,” said the Dean.

“Well,” answered Miss White hesitantly, “I’ll have to see.”

Dean Wilkins nodded. “I understand. I’ll give you 24 hours.” Glancing at the clock she added, “Let’s say 5:00 tomorrow?”

Miss White nodded in return and stood up. There was really nothing more to be said. They exchanged one last glance as Miss White turned on her heel and walked away.

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Annie was fifteen when her mother remarried. Her mother, nearly forty, surprised everyone with her new husband—a 28-year-old handsome professional that she had met one night at the gym. Their engagement was short, only a few months, before a quick ceremony in Vegas. Shortly after, Chad, whom Annie had never met until that day, moved into their two-story Seattle home with them. She was immediately smitten with him, in that way that all fifteen-year-old girls can be when an older, attractive man is around.

He wasn’t that old, Annie had surmised then. She counted it up. He was only thirteen years older. Soon, though, it was painfully obvious that he wasn’t just good-looking and young, but he was also her step-father and a figure of authority in her life. His first attempts at discipline were thwarted and quickly a rift grew between the two. They never spoke much and avoided each other as much as possible. Annie’s friends would always notice an air of tension in the house when they came to visit.

Months passed and became years. Soon, Annie was eighteen and had spent most of her time in the past few months drawing plans to move out with a few girlfriends after graduation. Her mother had extended the invitation to stay on while she took courses at the local university, however, her mother, a busy advertising executive, was rarely home, and the thought of spending that much time in the house with Chad didn’t exactly sound appeasing.

It was another lonely Friday night for Annie. She came home shortly after school, pausing only to gossip with her girlfriends at the coffee shop on the way home. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend of one year and didn’t want to spend much time in public. She preferred to bury herself in end-of-the-year schoolwork and her plans for moving out.

She dropped her backpack by the coatrack, kicked off her shoes, and hung up her leather jacket. Walking across the hardwood floors of the hallway into the kitchen, she noticed that the house was eerily quiet, even more than usual. Typically, even if her mother were away on business, she could at least hear the tell-tale clickings of Chad’s keyboard as he worked away at another report…or whatever. Annie never really cared. Chad was just her mother’s husband and of no concern to her.

Shrugging, she padded into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pondering for a moment, then grabbing a bottle of fruit juice. As she closed the refrigerator door and turned around, she was startled by Chad, standing behind her. She gasped inwardly, frightened for a moment, then smiled.

“Hi, Chad,” she said.

“Afternoon, Annie,” he replied. “Your mom wanted me to let you know that an important business meeting in Toronto came up and she had to fly out today. She’ll back sometime Tuesday.”

“Surprise, surprise,” Annie said sarcastically, opening the top of her fruit juice.

Chad shrugged. “She’s a busy woman, I guess. I’ll be in the office if you need me.” With that, he walked past her and towards the staircase that led to his office.

Annie couldn’t help herself by sneaking a peek of Chad’s backside as he walked away. His clean and pressed casino şirketleri Dockers always made for a nice sight. She had to admit that she had never gotten over her teenage crush on him, even if he was a pain in the ass. That didn’t deny his good looks. Annie smiled, took a sip of her juice, then retrieved her backpack from the foyer and retreated to her own room.

Once in her bedroom, she dropped her backpack onto the floor and flopped onto her bed. She had all intentions of working on an essay due Monday, but she couldn’t bring herself to it. It had been a busy week and she was tired of work. She lay there for a few moments, staring at the stars she had painted on the ceiling, before drifting off into a light sleep.

She awoke a few hours later to a quiet knock at her door. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up. “Come in,” she said, wondering what it could be that Chad would want.

Chad stepped into the room. “You got a phone call a little bit ago. Margie, I think? She wanted to know if you were going bowling with them tonight.”

Annie grimaced visibly, even in the now-darkened room. It was Margie’s idea to get her over Allen, her ex-boyfriend. Bowling was not Annie’s idea of a dating pool.

“No, I’m not,” she replied. “What did you tell her?”

“Just that you were sleeping,” Chad said. “I said I’d let you know she called.” Chad looked at her closely and Annie was suddenly embarrassed. Her uniform pleated skirt had ridden high up her thighs during her brief nap, showing off a peek of her panties. She tried inconspicuously to pull the skirt down.

“Are you okay?” Chad asked.

“I’m fine,” Annie replied. “Just sleepy.”

“No, I mean, with everything else,” he said. “Your mother told me that you and Allen broke up. How are things?”

Annie sighed. Leave it to her gossipy mother to pass that information onto him. “I’m okay,” she said. “I’ll get over it.”

Chad frowned. “Maybe you should go out with your friends,” he said. “It might be good for you.”

Annie shook her head. “I’m tired—it’s been a long week. I’d really rather just be by myself.”

“Okay,” Chad replied, his eyes flitting to the still hiked-up skirt. “You sure you’ll be okay?” He sat down on the edge of her bed. “Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I know we’re hardly close, but it wasn’t that long ago that I was your age.”

Annie felt a shot of electricity move through her. This was the closest she had ever been to Chad in the two years he’d lived here. “Yeah,” she murmured. “Um, I’ll be okay.”

Chad didn’t move, though, and he had a far-off, dreamy look in his eyes. “Well, if you’re sure,” he replied. He placed a hand on her upper leg. “But I’d really like to stay.”

“Chad…,” she said, but he stopped her words with a kiss. She resisted at first, but soon, she gave into its power.

“Annie,” he said breathlessly when their lips parted. “I’m sorry. I’ve just…I’ve been so lonely with your mother gone…and…and, oh god, you’ve always been so beautiful.”

Annie could no longer resist. She took the hand Chad had on her thigh and moved it toward her now moistened panties. “Shut up,” she said. “Shut up casino firmaları and kiss me.”

A deep guttural moan came from deep within Chad and he buried his tongue deep in her mouth, rubbing her throbbing pussy with one hand and groping at her plentiful chest with the other. He moved her and leaned her back so that he was lying on top of her. They lay there for awhile, kissing each other’s necks and mouths until Chad moved his fingers to the buttons of her school blouse. Expertly, he unbuttoned her shirt swiftly and unsnapped her front-snap bra.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, before tugging on a nipple with his teeth. Annie moaned in excitement. She didn’t know if Chad knew it, but she was a virgin and this was the furthest, most intimate she had gone with anyone.

Chad kissed his way down her chest and abdomen, moving up her uniform skirt and pulling down her white lace panties until they were at her ankles. Annie kicked them to the floor and suddenly, became very aware of where exactly Chad was. She closed her legs with a snap and blushed.

Chad looked up at her. “Come on honey,” he said raspily. “Open them up for me. Let me see that warm spot.”

Annie slowly opened her legs and Chad moaned again. “Oh god,” he said. “You shave.” With that, he buried his face into her wet pussy, tugging on her virgin clit with his teeth, pushing his hot tongue into her. Annie moaned in delight, her eyes closing. Chad continued to work his magic with his tongue on her clit, inserting a few of his fingers into her pussy for good measure. Annie began to rock back and forth with the pleasure of it.

Chad gave her clit one last, good suckle, then wiped his face on the back of his hand and gave Annie a good hard kiss. She could taste her own juices in his mouth and it excited her further. Chad began to unbuckle his belt and pants. Annie helped him, her fingers fumbling around his. Together, they took his pants off and tossed them to the floor next to Annie’s panties. Chad took one of Annie’s hands and led it to his nine-inch penis.

Annie gasped. It was rock-hard in her hand and, with Chad’s help, she began to stroke it slowly. Chad moaned and kissed her throat.

“I want you to suck my cock,” Chad said into her ear.

Annie was unsure what to do. Finally, she decided to tell the truth. “I’ve never done that before,” she said to him.

“That’s okay,” Chad said breathily, smiling. He sat up on the bed with her. “Get onto the floor next to the bed. Stand on your knees and put my cock in your mouth.”

Annie did as Chad instructed. As she wrapped her full lips around Chad’s cock, he groaned.

“Now suck on it,” he said. “Up and down, honey.”

Annie began to suck on Chad’s cock, working her head up and down. Chad put both his hands on the back her head and pushed her face into his crotch.

“Fuck, yeah, honey,” he said in between groans. “Fuck yeah, that’s the way.”

Annie had nearly all nine inches in her mouth and she could feel a slight gag reflex, but otherwise, she wanted to keep going. One of Chad’s hands reached down to twist a pert nipple and she groaned. When she couldn’t güvenilir casino take it anymore, she looked up at Chad, his face twisted into a look of ecstasy. He looked down at her.

“Come here, honey,” he said and pulled her up onto his lap, her legs wrapped around his back, his hard cock sitting against her moistened pussy lips. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue probing her. She responded eagerly.

“Goddamn, I want to fuck you,” he said, a hand between her pussy lips, rubbing her clit. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Annie moaned. “Oh yes,” she said. “Oh god yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Oh Chad, I want you to fuck me!”

Chad put his lips to her ear and whispered, “Call me Daddy.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered back. “I want you to fuck me but I’m afraid.”

Chad pinched her clit between his fingers and rubbed it there. Her eyes closed and she rocked back on his lap, grabbing hold of his cock and rubbing it in the same rhythm.

“Afraid of what?” Chad asked, his mouth on her neck again.

“I’m a virgin,” she replied.

Chad smiled. “I know,” he replied, grabbed onto his cock and thrust it into her tight, virginal pussy, breaking past her hymen and straight into the depths of her.

Annie screamed, but it was stifled by Chad’s hand. “It’s okay, baby,” he said. “It only hurts for a minute.” He slowed down his thrusts and moved slowly in and out of her, starting a rhythm that soon brought back Annie’s moans of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you Annie?”

“Oh yes, Cha…Daddy! Oh yes!”

“Do you want me to keep fucking you? Have you been a naughty girl?”

“Oh Daddy, I’ve been a very naughty girl!”

Chad began to pick up the speed of his thrusts and Annie wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned back onto his lap, her breasts bouncing with the pumping of Chad’s rock hard cock inside her.

“Oh yes, Daddy! Yes!”

Suddenly, Chad pulled out of her. “Lay down on the bed,” he growled. “I can’t cum in you and god damn am I close.”

Annie laid down and, standing on his knees, Chad straddled her chest. “Play with yourself,” he said. “Get those little fingers wet and play with your pussy.”

Annie began to massage her swollen, throbbing clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Chad pushed her tits together and began to ram his cock in-between them, the tip of the head hitting her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and licked it each time.

Chad moaned, his thrusts becoming faster and faster between her tits. As he held them together, he pinched her nipples and she moaned with him.

Soon, Annie could feel her good orgasm coming over her. Her fingers moved quicker over her clit and she began to scream. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!”

“Hold on baby girl,” Chad said as his legs stiffened against Annie’s sides, “so am I!”

At the same time that Annie’s first orgasm ripped through her body like a lightning bolt, Chad unloaded his hot juices all over her tits, some of the spray reaching her face, where it clung to her lips and she licked it away. Chad collapsed onto Annie in exhaustion. There, he kissed her lips again.

“That was fucking incredible, baby girl,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” Annie replied breathlessly.

Chad pulled up one of the blankets and covered their semi-naked bodies with it. “Let’s sleep here tonight.”

Annie, exhausted, made no move to object.

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(John finds himself in an exciting situation as he unintentionally stumbles upon his sister-in-law, Anne, in the beginning stages of self-gratification. Will he be able to control his thoughts and feelings or succumb to the overwhelming sensations that they produce?)

It is the end of June, which brings comfortable temperatures in Upstate New York, where Anne lives. A quaint, rural neighborhood, houses set far enough apart to allow for large yards and occasional farms, but not so rural that one would have to travel far to find entertainment or necessities. She had lived there nearly her entire 40 year life, only moving a short distance down the road to where she and her husband had built their dream home in the earliest years of their 20 year marriage. It is a nice home; A simple country Cape with a wrap-around deck. Nicely decorated, organized and welcoming, but at the same time lived in and comfortable, reflecting their years of happiness and children. Anne and her husband Matt share three sons, the youngest being 8, the eldest 18 and a new graduate from high school. Today they are preparing a graduation party for family and a few close friends in his honor. It seems that even for a smaller party the list of to-dos is just as long. Anne has been planning on paper for weeks, shopping for the last few days and is now in the final stages of presentation. Busily adding finishing touches to the party décor, last minute toppings to the fresh salads and making sure the house is freshly cleaned and laundry is complete. Being as organized as she is, she has enlisted the rest of the family’s help as well. The youngest boy at his Grandparents’ home, staying occupied and out of the way, and the older two gone with their father to complete a list of errands and acquire tables and chairs, leaving Anne alone to finish her work.

Knowing that she would be running around cleaning and cooking, Anne slipped on a cotton sundress over her naked body as she got up that morning, figuring she would just jump in the shower and get ready after the work was complete. She loved wearing sundresses. The free, airy feeling they provided, allowing her to move about unrestricted. She especially liked the feeling of going nude underneath. The way her nipples would brush against the fabric and the feel of her bare ass catching an occasional breeze made her feel sexy and even naughty in such simple attire.

It is just after 1:00 and there is a nice summer breeze flowing through the house. Anne is in the kitchen folding the last of the laundry on the table. She’s listening to her IPod as she works. A mix of her favorite sexy songs is playing. As she listens, she recalls a fun date she had gone on with her husband a few weeks earlier. Anne loved to tease her husband. Purposefully forget her panties, rub him or her as he drove, tell him in a public place about naughty thoughts that she was having at the moment. On this particular date she had snuck a favorite vibe toy into the car with them. It was a warm evening so she had chosen a short, clingy sundress to wear. They had dinner and shopped some. Anne smiles to herself as she recalls how she teased him all evening, flaunting her smooth legs, tracing his ear with her fingertips as he drove, and standing close to him when they would pause to look at something in the store. She knew this drove him crazy, because he loved the smell of her perfume. She also knew that it would make him horny. His cock would be twitching in his pants as they shopped. Anne thinks about the ride home that night. How she slipped her right foot out of its strappy hi-heeled shoe and placed it on the dashboard. How she pulled her dress up to her hips and started rubbing her pussy through her lacey thong. They were driving through a busy part of town. The traffic and city lights flashed through the car, providing just enough light for her husband to see exactly what she was doing as she retrieved her toy, slipped her sheer panties to the side and began to vibe right there in the car, in the middle of traffic, as other cars passed by in the fast lane. It turned Anne on even more, the idea that someone in a passing car could possibly have caught a glimpse of her swollen pussy as she worked it out in open view. Anne’s recollection is abruptly interrupted as she reaches her hand down again into the laundry basket, but realizes that it is now empty.

Her thoughts however, do not disappear without leaving evidence of their affect. She can feel the slipperiness from her now tingling pussy spreading to her upper thighs. She suddenly finds herself very aroused and unsatisfied. Her thoughts have stirred desires deep within her. Desires that need and beg to be fulfilled. She knows exactly what she needs, and with her family away for another couple hours, Anne knows that she will have plenty of time to satisfy that need. She picks up an armload of laundry and heads for her bedroom, adoring the feel of her bare, wet pussy squishing between her legs as she walks.

Anne sets her basket down on the casino şirketleri floor. Another sexy favorite starts playing on her IPod and she begins to playfully dance, watching herself in the mirror. She releases her hair from the clip holding her messy bun. Running her fingers through her loose curls from the base of her neck, she fluffs it out and it falls down over her shoulders. Her nipples reveal her heightened state of arousal, pressing against the fabric of her dress. Anne cups and squeezes her breasts as she continues her slow, sexy dance unaccompanied, as if daydreaming that she is an erotic dancer. She admires herself in the mirror and then closes her eyes and tips her head back, as she takes in the sensual words filling her ears. Her fingertips begin tracing her nipples, then squeezing and pinching them hard. This sends another quiver deep through Anne’s now swollen vagina. She needs and aches for her release. Opening the drawer in front of her she reaches in, retrieving her favorite toy, a large vibrator with a thick, bulbous tip. She flops down backward on the bed behind her, propping her feet on the edge. Drawing her dress up above her waist, Anne finds her way to the wet, sensitive folds of flesh between her legs with one hand and continues twisting an erect nipple with the other.

What Anne doesn’t realize though, is that she’s no longer alone. For the last ten minutes she’s been being watched by an unexpected visitor.

Anne’s brother in law, John, had arrived with an extra grill that he thought might come in handy for the party later that day. She wasn’t expecting him as it was his own last minute thought to bring it over.

Anne has always liked John. He is her favorite brother-in-law and a good friend. She can always count on him to help out and to listen when she needs an ear to vent to. He collects in return, venting to Anne on occasion too, as well as laughing and sharing inside jokes together at family occasions. John is a bit older than Anne, but looks a decade younger than he is, keeping his dark hair nicely trimmed and in keeping with the current styles. He has a relaxed, laid back style, usually wearing blue jeans and casual shirts.

“Are you here Anne?” John calls into the house as he holds the kitchen door partway open.

“Hey, I brought my grill!” he adds, but still with no response.

“Anne?” he calls again as he walks through the kitchen toward the hallway.

He hears her voice coming from her bedroom. Not being able to decipher what she’s saying to him, he heads down the hallway so that he can hear her. As he approaches the bedroom, he can see her through the slightly opened door, and realizes that she is not talking to him but she is singing…..to herself. He places his hand on the door to open it, but then hesitates, as he notices her dancing in the mirror.

‘What is she doing?’ he smiles and thinks to himself. He is about to push the door open just as she releases her hair from its clip. John has always loved Anne’s long, red hair. He pauses, removing his hand from the door to admire the beautiful waves gracing her shoulders. He watches her fluff it out with her fingers and then bring her hands to her breasts.

‘Wow!’ he smiles, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. ‘I have to see where this is going.’

He continues to watch quietly as Anne cups and squeezes her breasts, then begins to pinch her protruding nipples.

‘Holy….Moly!’ he slowly whispers to himself, his cock quickly growing into an awkward positioned bulge in his blue jeans. ‘I should not be here……wow…..God, this is my sister-in-law.’ Confusing thoughts race through John’s head as he struggles with a decision to stay or quietly leave. ‘What if she spots me? What would I do…..or say?’ ‘I have to get out of here!’ John takes a small step back, his head whirls, his now, rock hard member beginning to ache as it presses hard against his jeans. Just then, Anne opens the drawer in front of her. This draws John’s interest even more, his feet feeling heavier. ‘What is she doing now? OH…..MY…..GOD!’ He cannot believe what he is seeing as Anne removes the extra large toy from the drawer. As if being drawn and held in place by an incredible magnet, John finds that he cannot move his feet to leave even if he tried. One small voice in his head is telling him he should leave….now!! But a much stronger force, the one now huge in his boxers, is holding him firmly in place. The thrill of this naughty secret voyeurism is now taking over him. ‘Holy shit!’ He whispers under his breath. John has always had a secret, sexual attraction to Anne. He has fantasized about an encounter like this on numerous occasions while pleasuring himself. This is like a dream come true.

John watches Anne closely from his above and side view through her partially opened door. Her dress is drawn up around her waist as she is relaxed back on the bed. With her legs now drawn up and out to the side, he can so perfectly see her glistening, puffy lips. She lowers the delicate casino firmaları strap from one shoulder and releases a breast from her dress. She then begins twisting and pinching her bare nipple very hard. Anne closes her eyes, becoming lost in her music and the fantasy running though her mind. John wants so badly to just walk in, go over to her and start sucking hard on that nipple. She slowly and gently caresses the outside of her wet pussy with the end of the vibrating toy. The vibration against the slippery wetness and Anne’s soft moans fill the room with an incredible cocktail of sexual sounds. John’s eyes are glued upon Anne, and he catches the scent of her aroused pussy on the warm breeze flowing through the room. This overload to John’s senses sends his hand, almost in an involuntary manor, to the large bulge in his pants. He begins to rub it slowly through the rough fabric….up and down…..up and down, as he imagines himself between Anne’s legs, the tender skin of his cock gliding up and down against the outside of her warm, wet lips. He wants to fuck her so badly.

Anne thoroughly coats the outer lips of her pussy and the end of the toy with her juices. Then she brings her free hand down between her legs. Using the tip of her middle finger, she finds and softly traces her protruding clit. She runs her finger around and around the sensitive nub. She arches her back and her breathing becomes heavier in response to the intense feelings that her touch creates.

John watches closely. His eyes dart from her face with its’ intense looks of pleasure and concentration, as she wrinkles her brow and bites her lower lip. Then lower, to her erect nipple, now left ignored and begging to be sucked. Then down further yet, to the attention she is administering to the fleshy folds of her smooth vagina. He wants so badly to join her, to enter her, but knows that that is not an option. His brow is sweaty and his heart pounds so hard he can almost hear it as the feeling of lust builds in his loins from the excitement of watching her while she is unaware. He knows he should step out quietly and go home, but he just can’t. He knows that her family could return home or that Anne could open her eyes and glance his way, and that he could be caught in a very uncomfortable position, but he has reached the point of no longer being able to make that decision. The overwhelming feelings of lust and desire, and the need for release have completely taken over him as he brings his nervous, trembling hands to his button, slowly releasing it from its hole and slowly lowers his zipper.

John’s cock springs forward, excited and rock hard, his leaking head pressing a spot of wetness into the thin fabric of his boxers, begging for the pleasure that his hand will deliver. Without removing his eyes from Anne, he pushes the waistband of his boxers down under his smooth, engorged balls. He touches his shaft, lightly at first, with his thumb on the topside and his first and middle fingers on the bottom side, gently caressing the soft skin and tracing over the veins that protrude from it.

“Come on Anne.” John whispers softly under his breath. “Rub that pussy for me.”

John brings his fingers to the head of his cock and squeezes it hard. A large glop of clear, slippery pre-cum oozes out of his hole and onto his fingertips. He uses it to lubricate his shaft.

Anne brings her fingertips to her awaiting tongue and tastes her fluids, sucking the fingers clean.

“Oh, fuck Anne.” Jack whispers to himself as if speaking to her. He is so enjoying this incredible show that Anne is giving to him. A real first for him, as his wife, being extremely reserved would never pleasure herself in front of him, or even admit to doing it at all. He continues his own self pleasure, using his now continuous flow of warm pre-cum to lubricate his hard meat under the grip of his fist.

As the flow of sexy music from her IPod continues to pump into Anne’s ears, she brings the large, bulbous end of her vibrating toy back to her wet pussy. Its girth covers the width of her outer lips she rubs it up and down slowly, pausing to hold the vibrating end firmly against her clit, then continuing up and down the length of her folds.

“Oh God” John moans, now gripping his shaft even tighter. He slowly strokes his cock up to the top of the head, retrieving the accumulating pre-cum with a twist of his hand, and then back down in timing with Anne’s caressing of her labia with her toy.

“Oooohhhhhhh,” John moans harder. “Put it in, Anne. Fuck your pussy for me.”

As if she heard, and is obeying his instruction, Anne brings the large head of her toy to her tight opening. She begins to twist it and work it into her love hole, the extra large head dragging the skin of her folds inside with it. Feeling the tightness of its fit, Anne withdraws the toy and rubs it around the outside of her pussy again, spreading her natural lubricant a little more, to aid in the next attempt. With a grimace of pain and pleasure on her face, her güvenilir casino next attempt is a success. The large head of the toy enters her as she releases a loud, squeal-like moan. Anne begins to pump the toy in and out slowly at first, her moans becoming louder as her tight canal adjusts to the large size of the toy.

John grips his rod even tighter now, picturing that it is his large cock filling Anne’s tight hole. He brings his free hand down to cup and massage his balls as he uses his hips to pump his cock into his tightly gripped fist. “Does that feel good Anne? Do you like this big cock?” he whispers in a low, bad boy tone as he continues his fantasy that he is the one assaulting her smooth, tight hole. He is now oblivious to the rest of the world around him. All that exists now in his mind are Anne, her toy, he, and the door that separates him. At this point, John would not even be able to stop himself if he was caught in the act. He was at the point of no turning back, and so was Anne. Anne was going to cum, and so was he!

Anne moans and cries out louder as she increases the speed of her toy fucking. Her eyes still closed, she feels free to do so, as she knows she has the whole house to herself for at least an hour more. Or at least she thinks so. Using both hands to grip the toy, she angles it just right so that the large vibrating head rubs hard against her g-spot body, causing it to swell with ejaculate as she bucks her hips wildly up to greet it with every inward stroke.

Slurp, slurp, slurp….. The sounds of Anne’s toy thrusting in and out of her sopped pussy, combined with her moans and cries of almost painful pleasure, fill John’s ears.

“Oh, fuck me harder!!” Anne screams out. “Ow Ow, More! More!” she yells to the man she is imagining is her toy.

The scent of Anne’s aroused cunt fills John’s nostrils and he sniffs it in deeply. He fists his cock faster and harder, his skin pulling tight around his balls and gathering under his head with every upstroke. As he watches her, he imagines that is holding her thighs tightly in his strong grip. Not letting her back away as he is pounding his thick, meaty cock deep and hard into her tight hole as she moans and squeals and begs for relief. His balls slapping into her taint and getting covered with her warm juices, her tits bouncing forward and backward, he trusts his hips wildly into his hands, almost knocking his knees into Anne’s bedroom door. He grabs and massages his balls more firmly now, feeling them tighten under his grip. He knows that his orgasm is close. He doesn’t want to stop. He wants to fill Anne’s tight little pussy full of his cum. With determination in his eyes, he continues fisting his cock with all his might, the veins in his brow and forearm popping out under the strain.

“Do you like that, my little slut? Do you like my big cock pounding deep inside your hot cunt? Oh? Harder you say? Oh, I’ll give it to you harder!” John continues his fantasy, dirty, whisper talk in secret response to Anne.

Anne continues her fast and wild thrusting and bucking with her toy. Her breathing becoming heavy and rapid with the aerobic workout she is giving her now reddened cunt. Her moans are frequent and loud, her g-spot gland plump and full to brimming with warm, sweet ejaculate ready for an explosive orgasm to release it. She is so ripe with her approaching orgasm that each time she pulls the toy outward to the edge of her sopping wet folds of pink flesh, the large head of the toy drags across her swollen gland, forcing out little dribbles of warm ejaculate. She knows she is ready and she knows just how to bring herself over the edge.

“Cum for me, Anne! Cum hard for me!” John whispers, almost begging her so that he can have his own release. Sweat is dripping down the sides of his brow and his knees are beginning to buckle underneath him. He cannot take much more! He feels as though his cock is going to explode! He wishes it could explode somewhere…..anywhere, in or on Anne. His eyes are glued on her hot cunt as he knows she is also ready.

Anne continues thrusting faster and harder with her toy in one hand as she takes two fingertips from the other and rubs her erect clit, knowing that only a few brief moments of this simultaneous action will bring her release.

Anne’s orgasm begins to crash over her, taking her breath away. “OHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh,” she cries out in a high pitched squeal, as the downward force of her contracting cunt expels the large toy. A large jet stream of sweet, warm ejaculate follows it, then another, and yet another smaller one. She rubs the outside of her pussy hard with her fingers as the fluids squirt out, across the carpet and down the side of the bedspread. The wet sounds are amazing in John’s ears.

“OHHHHH, FUUUUUUCK!” John’s orgasm begins simultaneously as he becomes overwhelmed by the incredible sight of Anne’s squirting vulva. Remembering suddenly where he is, he cups his hand over the head of his cock and pulls his shirt up quick, directing his thick streams of hot cum against his bare abdomen, as not to leave a trail of cum down her bedroom door. He fights hard to stifle the sound of his primal grunts as he continues; now more gently stroking his cock.

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Mick Delbasco was shy. So shy in fact that he nearly backed out of coming to school.

Mick was a freshman at ECU, and was planning on majoring in psychology. His roommate, Paul had arrived a few days earlier. Paul was a first-time-away-from-home-wanting-to-play-around-with-life boy. He had his own mini-fridge plugged into his side of the room, and brew skis were abundant.

“So, Mick, what are your plans for this wonderful alma mater?”

“I’m going to study Psychology.”

“Ah, zo, deahr docktor, vat zeems to be zee prohblem, ah yes?” Paul lifted his beer can as a tribute to his new roommate. “Sorry bud, I didn’t mean to make fun of you, but I myself, really never had the need for good old Freud?

“Oh. What are you planning to study?”

“Don’t really know, yet, just figured that I’d hang out a little bit. We’ve got plenty of time for that anyway, don’t you think, I mean it is four years after all.”

“True.”

“Do you want to listen to something good?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

Paul sidled over to his leather bound CD case. It was quite extensive as it could hold something like 400.

Suddenly, the tunes of the Eurhythmics came pulsating through the sound system. Mick had to admit that he liked the music and that Paul seemed like a good enough fellow. The two boys talked for a little while longer, listening to the music, and gently sipping on their beers. “Do you mind if I light up?” Paul asked.

Mick paled, “Sure I guess so, but I have asthma.”

Paul grinned deeply, “So do I.” He went over to the window and hefted it open, here, I’ll blow the smoke out doors, so that it won’t bother either one of us, what do you say to that?”

Mick smiled. “That sounds all right to me, I don’t see why that wouldn’t work. Go for it.”

“Thanks bud.” Paul pointed the pack over at Mick, “You sure that you don’t want one?”

“Nope, I told you, I can’t.”

“C’mon they’re even better than sex.”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had it.”

“Never had it?” Paul looked shocked. “Come on, you’re joshing me, a strapping boy like you. What do you take me for, do you think that casino şirketleri I fell off the turnip truck last night?”

Mick blushed. “Nope, I’m serious I’ve never even had a masturbation session.”

All the color drained out of Paul’s face. “You have got to be kidding me. It’s so great…”

Mick smiled. “I swear I’m telling you the truth.”

“Not even a blow job?”

“Not even a blow job…”

Paul crushed out his cigarette in the cheesy ashtray that he’d brought along with him from home. It had a little fish, or mermaid thing at the bottom, with the ducts for the cigarette. “Well, this is something that we have to change right here and now.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“It’s quite simple, you, my dear boy are going to strip.”

Mick’s eyes bugged out of his head, and he was positive that he hadn’t heard what he’d heard. “What?”

“Strip.”

When Mick made no move to do it, Paul walked over and stood right in front of him. His hands worked deftly and quickly, unbuckling the leather belt that his roommate wore. He quickly slid this from the loops and placed it on the floor in a pile.

Paul’s fingers gently slid down Mick’s zipper.

Mick, for his part looked a toss up between frightened out of his gourd and curious beyond all content.

As soon as the zipper was undone, Mick’s pants slid down to his knees and then fell to his ankles. Paul gently looked up at his friend. “Are you sure about this?”

Mick said not a word, but his head nodded a “yes.”

That was all that Paul needed, and he took his roommates cock in his hand and gently began to stroke him off, ever so gently.

Mick had been flaccid at the beginning, but as soon as he felt the hand upon his cock, it was all that was needed. Blood soon engorged the sensitive tissues inside of the young mans cock, and Mick could feel as he started to get hard. “Oh my god, th-that feels so good!”

Paul looked up and smiled. “I’m glad that you like it. Are you ok, do you want me to stop?”

“N-No, please no!”

“All right.” Paul continued to stroke him and could feel as Mick’s cock started to grow in size. casino firmaları His balls started to shrink in towards him. “How are you doing there buddy boy?’

“F-Fine, but… but I’m gonna, I’m gonna….”

“Shh.” Paul whispered into his ear, gently licking the lobe.

“Oh God…” Mick’s hands reflexively opened and closed. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. All that he knew was that the hand that was now encircling his cock felt so much better than his own. “Paul, I’m warning you now… I’m going to cum.”

“Shh. It’s ok, here, I got something for you to come into.” Paul’s hand left Mick’s cock and for a moment, mike could feel as the blood started to surge back to where it came from. Every now and then Paul reached over and stroked him, just to keep him hard.

“This feels so good.” Mike could feel as his testes started to automatically to contract. “Paul…Paul… h-hurry it up, I’m not going to be able to control it for very much longer!”

“Shh. Its ok.” Paul reassured his friend. “Do you trust me?”

Mick looked at him like he’d lost his mind, what kind of a question was that to ask, and NOW of all times. “Yes! Yes, for Gods sake I trust you!” (Although Mick would have said that he worshiped the devil nightly, just to get the release that he was so eagerly searching for).

“Good…” Paul gently helped his friend get situated on the floor.

Mick was scared to death. “Shit, shit, shit. Damn it Paul, I’m going to blow my load at any time here, now is not the time to re-arrange me.”

“I’ve got the perfect thing for you to come into. Here, let me get it for you.”

Mick had no qualms about that, he was breaking into a sweat as he was just about to come, and it didn’t seem as though Paul was going to be of any help. In fact it looked as though Paul had disappeared. “Damn it, Paul where are you, this is serious!”

“Shh. I’m right here.” Paul smiled to reassure his friend, and appeared right above Mick’s waistline. “And as for something for you to come into, here you go…”

Before Mick could ask any questions, Paul opened up his mouth and placed Mick’s cock inside. He then took a deep breath, güvenilir casino and sealed his lips around Mick’s cock.

“Shit man this isn’t funny…”

In response to that, Paul took Mick’s cock in his hand and started to jack him off.

“Oh man, oh man, oh man…” Despite himself, Mick could feel his buttocks contracting and his balls start to surge up spunk. It felt so good, but at the same time it felt so nasty to him that he wasn’t sure that he would be able to live with himself afterwards. “Paul, Paul, Paul. I’m going to… I’m going to…” He wasn’t able to finish the sentence as he felt the first spurt of cum shoot out from the tip of his penis.

Of course Paul’s tongue was right there to capture every drop, and Mick felt as Paul sucked gently, but firmly, his tongue darting around Mick’s sensitive tip.

Mick surged again, this time weaker and filled his roommates mouth with even more cum, which the older boy promptly swallowed.

Moments passed as Mick felt his mind melt away, and the orgasm claimed him completely. He shut his eyes and fell asleep.

Minutes, or hours passed, and he couldn’t be sure which, for when he opened his eyes once again, it was dark.

Paul was seated at his desk, carefully rearranging some of the books that he’d brought with him from home. When he heard that Mick was awake, he smiled shyly. “Hey there, how’s it going?”

“Fine how’s it going with you?”

“Good. Are you OK?”

“”Yes, though I have to admit that my cock is a little sore.”

“That’s OK, I should have taken it easy with you, it being your first time and all.”

“It’s all right, I got to tell you, that I’ve never felt anything like that, even when I had the five finger discount”

“I know, I remember when my first lover gave me head, it felt absolutely wonderful…”

Mick’s eyes shot up, “First lover?”

Paul laughed. “You didn’t think that you were my first did you?”

Mick blushed…

“Oh, that’s ok. It all happens to us once…” He walked to his bed, the clock above read 11:00, and classes were due to start promptly at 8:00 the next morning. “Lets get some sleep, huh, I’ll talk to you in the morning…”

Mick wanted to say something, anything, but as the lights were shut off, fatigue claimed him once again… leaving him with the haunting fact that the best sex he’d ever received had been given to him by his roommate.

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Right before sixth period, Ben asked me to go out to dinner with him, and then meet his folks…I agreed, even though I knew Daddy wouldn’t approve. Even though I’m 18 and a senior in high school, I hardly get to do anything. So, I went with Ben, but I hardly enjoyed myself, because all I did was worry about going home.

When I arrived home, the living room lights were on, and so were the lights in my parent’s bedroom-bad sign. That meant they were waiting up for me. I walked in the front door, and as soon as I did, my mother started yelling. “Anna, I can’t believe you did this again. You had Daddy and me worried sick. I’m going to go get your Daddy, and he can deal with you!” My blood ran cold. Daddy wouldn’t be very easy on me. It wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. Daddy started down the stairs.

“Anna, you’ve been very naughty, you bad girl. Daddy’s going to make your bare bottom red for making your mother casino şirketleri worry so badly. Go to your room, take off your skirt and your panties, I’ll be up in a minute.” My eyes swelled with tears. It was so humiliating the way Daddy talked to me in front of mom. And, the worst part was that it turned me on for daddy to talk like that. I walked slowly to my bedroom, and closed the door behind me. I took off my panties and my skirt and laid them on the bed. I couldn’t help but look in the mirror at my hard nipples, and my shaven pussy.

My pussy was beginning to get wet. I heard Daddy’s footsteps coming up the stairs, and my heart began to beat faster. Daddy opened the door. “Anna, I’m sorry you have to get a spanking, but you’ve been so naughty tonight. I’m going to put your bare ass over my knee, and maybe next time you’ll think before you make another dumb decision. Take off your shirt so it doesn’t get in the way of your casino firmaları bottom, and lay across Daddy’s lap.”

I didn’t have a bra on. I took off my skirt, and my large tan breasts were completely exposed to Daddy. I laid across his lap, and felt his hard cock through his pants. “Anna, your bottom is going to be so red, you’re not going to be able to sit for a month!” Daddy began spanking me. My pussy was so wet, I couldn’t bare it. I just had to rub my throbbing pussy. I started too, hoping Daddy wouldn’t see. He did. “Oh, Daddy’s making you horny, huh? Would you like Daddy’s hard, huge cock in your pussy while you’re getting your spanking?”

“Yes, Daddy! Please! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!” I stood up, and sat on Daddy’s lap and put his throbbing cock in my wet lovehole. It felt so good. As I bounced on Daddy’s large dick, he spanked my bottom. “Anna, you’re so bad, but Daddy’s gonna teach you a lesson!” Daddy began güvenilir casino pinching my hard nipples. I felt like I could cum any second, I was so turned on.

“Anna, get on your hands and knees so Daddy can spank and fuck you.” I did, and put my bottom in the air for Daddy. He began spanking me with a paddle, and then, he put his cock in my wet cunt. “OOOOhhhh, Daddy!” Daddy began to spank and fuck me harder. “Anna, Daddy’s going to teach you a lesson! You better start to behave, young lady!” Daddy’s cock got harder and harder. Then Daddy pulled his hard, wet cock out of my pussy and put it in my ass. As he fucked my ass, he spanked me with one hand and massaged my pussy and clit with the other. “Oh, Daddy, please, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh, you bad girl, you like getting spankings. Cum for Daddy.” I began to lose control, my pussy dripping wet, Daddy’s hard massive cock fucking my asshole, his large hand spanking my bottom. I began to squeeze my tits as I came.

Daddy took his cock out of my ass, and came all over my ass, rubbing his juice in. Daddy stood up, and told me to get dressed. “Oh, Daddy, that felt so good, I hope I’m bad again soon!”

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“Ben. You have to let me help you,” Benji said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

“I can do it by my fucking self,” Ben groused, shoving Benji’s hand away with his shoulder, trying to push him out of the master bath with his bigger body. “Give me a minute of peace, for Christ’s sake.”

Benji let out a deep sigh. “Ben. I know you don’t like it, but we’re partners. If you can’t rely on me to take care of you, then what kind of relationship is this?”

Ben didn’t respond, he just scowled.

They had been home one day and already the two men were driving each other crazy.

Ben liked to be in control and in charge. He was the alpha dog. With both of his arms in casts, he felt fucking worthless. Like a fucking invalid. He wasn’t used to being in this situation and he did not like it. He did not like it at all.

Benji insisted on waiting on Ben hand and foot and Ben just wanted to do everything himself. The only problem was that he wasn’t able to do anything by himself, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

Benji already had to clean up piss from all over the bathroom floor because Ben thought he could go to the bathroom without help. He was already over Ben’s attitude. He understood how his big man felt, but that didn’t mean that he had to yell and cuss at him.

“Fine,” Ben finally grumbled. It sounded more like a grunt than anything else.

“Would you rather we hire a nurse? If it’s me that you have a problem with–“

“I have to take a shit, okay?!” Ben shouted. “Is that what you want to hear? I can’t even wipe my own ass. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“I don’t like it either, Ben. But it’s you. If that’s what you need, then that’s what I’ll do. I would do anything for you, Ben. I mean that. Anything. You should know that by now.”

“Fine,” Ben mumbled with a sigh.

Benji untied the drawstring around Ben’s sweatpants and gave a tug and let them fall to the ground. He couldn’t help but notice that Ben wasn’t wearing underwear, especially when his over-sized flaccid penis flopped out and slapped against his thigh. Benji cleared his throat and averted his eyes, not wanting to be caught gawking like a pervert in this very un-sexual situation. “I’ll be in the bedroom. Just call me when you’re done.”

Benji shut the bathroom door behind him and went and sat down on the bed. Toby bounded into the bedroom, and after two tries, leapt up onto the bed. Benji reached over and scratched at the little dog’s neck, getting his fingers under the collar. “Don’t let your daddy catch you up here,” he said to the happy dog. “He’s cranky.”

He let out a deep breath. It was going to be a very long six weeks until the first cast came off.

***

Brandon looked down at the silky black hair and ran his hand through it. Soft lips surrounded the head of his cock and sucked gently.

Brandon squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the sensations. This had never happened to him before. His body just wasn’t responding. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had told himself that he would never come back here. But he had to prove it to himself. Maybe the feelings he was having were just a phase. He had to know for sure.

After a few minutes, not even the warm mouth and slick tongue could coax an erection out of him. Brandon felt humiliated and betrayed by his own body. He had never not been able to get it up. It happens to everyone from time to time they say, but never to him. Never. It just serves as a confirmation as to how wrong this was, Brandon’s inner voice told him. Brandon told the voice to fuck off.

“Okay,” Brandon croaked. He cleared his throat. “Stop. Sorry. I can’t…”

The young, petite Asian sat up and sat back in the passenger seat, eyeing Brandon suspiciously. “You still owe me.”

Brandon looked at the young woman and nodded. After tucking his limp dick back into his jeans, he pulled his wallet out of his truck’s glove compartment and pulled out two bills. He handed them over to her and stared straight ahead with his hands gripping the steering wheel, not wanting to see the judgement on her face. He couldn’t believe that his dick had betrayed him like this. When the passenger door slammed shut, Brandon started up the truck and drove, wanting to get away as fast as he could.

Brandon felt disgusted.

He had come down to ‘the block’ once before to find some desperately needed relief when he and Ginny were in the middle of their divorce. He didn’t like doing it then, and he said he’d never go back. He should have listened to himself. He only felt worse now.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in his left fist, he squeezed and rubbed the back of his neck with his right. He twisted his head on his neck, wanting to feel the pops and cracks that would give him a few seconds of relief.

As soon as he got home, he went right for the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper and heated up the shower. The water was as hot as he could stand it and he stayed under until it turned ice cold. His mind was so fucked up, he didn’t even casino şirketleri jerk off like he normally would have.

He laid down on the solitary bed in the empty bedroom and stared up at the ceiling.

First thing in the morning, he’d go down to the health clinic and get one of those quick tests done like Lonnie had.

***

Ben spent most of the first two days in bed. The painkillers made him really tired. Benji was slightly grateful for the quiet. When Ben wasn’t yelling, he was withdrawn and depressed.

Benji was at a loss. Ben had never raised his voice at him in all the time that they’d been together. In the span of two days, he had been yelled at and cussed at until he was practically in tears. The worst part was that Ben knew what he was doing and didn’t even apologize. He tried to let it go, telling himself that this wasn’t the real Ben, but it was really hard to separate the feelings.

Benji stood at the stove absentmindedly stirring the pot of soup. He wasn’t a very good cook. Not that he was a bad cook, he just didn’t have a lot of experience. But he could follow a recipe okay. Ben was a great cook and though he had taught Benji a lot, he still got hung up on complicated recipes that had lots of steps or required doing more than one thing at a time. Luckily, Ben had frozen the leftovers last time he made stew. All Benji had to do was heat it up.

Benji looked down at Toby, who sat patiently at his feet. “I guess I’m gonna have to learn to be a better cook, Toby.”

The little dog looked up at Benji and blinked his eyes, nervously shifting his weight between his front paws. Benji smiled warmly at him. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Daddy doesn’t mean to yell at you. You’re a good boy. He still loves you. I hope he still loves me, too, after all of this.”

“I need another pill.”

Benji jumped at the sound of Ben’s rough and sleepy voice but quickly recovered. “Sit down at the table. The stew’s almost ready.” Benji glanced over at Ben. If he had heard Benji talking to Toby, his face showed no indication of it. He wore the same scowl that had become so familiar for the past two days.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to take it with food, Ben.”

“I said I’m not fucking hungry!”

Toby went over and laid down at Ben’s feet. His ears were flat against his head and he glanced up at Ben with big brown sad eyes. Ben ignored him.

Benji swallowed the lump in his throat, but he didn’t back down. He kept his chin up and stared back at Ben’s scowling face. His voice was quiet, but he managed to sound firm. “Please don’t argue with me.”

“Fine,” Ben said through his gritted teeth.

Ben stepped over Toby, and pushed his bulk into a chair and sat down at the table. He ground his teeth together while he waited for Benji to come and feed him. Like he was fucking helpless. Like he was a fucking baby.

***

Brandon tried to stay away, honest he did. But after two days, he found himself sitting in his idling truck in the driveway of the flip house. He rubbed at the knot on the back of his neck. He rolled his head back and forth until it cracked with a series of pops. Even that didn’t help the crick that had taken residence there.

It wasn’t a big deal, he told himself. Lonnie was staying in his company’s house. As one of the owners of the company, it was his responsibility to make sure that Lonnie was taken care of while he was watching the place. That’s all it was.

He cut off the diesel engine and picked up the sack of burgers and drinks and made his way around the back of the house, carefully watching his step. He pushed open the back door and was greeted by a happy little Ricky.

Brandon noted that the light on the vent hood above the empty space where the stove would sit was on, giving the room a soft glow, casting enough light to see clearly.

He looked down at Ricky. As much as he hated to admit it, the bouncy dog with the wagging tail was a sight for sore eyes and Brandon felt his mood lifting just a little bit.

“Hey there, little ugly.” Ricky jumped up onto Brandon’s leg, bouncing up and down in the air. Brandon laughed. “You miss big daddy?” He reached down and used his index finger to scratch at the little hairs under the dog’s chin. “I got something for you.” He pulled a dried pig ear from his pocket and gave it to the dog, who happily took it and ran off to chew on his new treat in private.

“Hi, Brandon.”

Brandon looked up to see Lonnie leaning in the kitchen doorway. He was mostly hidden away from the vent hood’s light, but the light that did spill across him made him look stunningly beautiful. Brandon swallowed down his nerves and tried to smile. “Hey. I, um…. I brought you some food.”

Lonnie studied the burly man for a moment, before speaking coolly, “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”

“And I wanted to check on you,” he added quietly. “Make sure you were okay.”

“Thanks,” Lonnie said.

The corner of Lonnie’s mouth turned up in a hesitant little smile and Brandon’s mood lightened a tiny bit more. “Okay. Good. Let’s eat while casino firmaları it’s hot.”

Lonnie was pissed when Brandon first walked into the house. He was angry and humiliated. The big caveman had some nerve showing up here. Okay, so it was technically his house, but still.

But then Brandon brought Ricky a treat and the simple little gesture told him that maybe the big guy wasn’t totally irredeemable.

Lonnie nodded and Brandon followed him into the bedroom. They sat together on the mattress and Brandon pulled out two foil-wrapped cheeseburgers for each of them. He dumped the big cup of hot french fries into the bag, then handed Lonnie a bottle of Coke.

“I didn’t know what you liked on your burgers, so–“

“I got what you like,” Lonnie finished with a smile.

“Yeah.” Brandon opened a little plastic container of ketchup and set it down by the bag of fries.

“I’m not real picky. I’m sure you’ll learn what I like in time.”

It wasn’t like there’d be a chance of that. Brandon was only here to check on the boy this one time. Besides, he’d be gone in a few days. For some reason, he went ahead and agreed. “Yeah.”

Ricky bounced up onto the bed, getting between them. He dropped his pig ear on the bed, and nosed his snoot into the bag of fries, sniffing.

Brandon gave Ricky’s bottom a little push. “Ricky, no. Bad boy.”

Lonnie stood up and put Ricky out of the bedroom, shutting the door on him.

“Sorry about that. He knows he doesn’t get people food.” He bent down and picked up the pig ear from the bed. “Ew!” he exclaimed as his fingers touched the slobbery piece of dried flesh. He tossed it towards the door and went into the bathroom to quickly wash his hands.

He sat back down next to Brandon and unwrapped one of the cheeseburgers and took a bite. He frowned and pulled out a tomato slice and wrapped it in a napkin before continuing to eat.

“Mm, this is really good,” Lonnie said between bites.

“Mm-hmm. The best,” Brandon replied with a mouthful.

“Thanks for bringing it.”

Lonnie licked the juices from his fingers. Brandon stared at Lonnie’s mouth, watching the pink tongue dart over the tip of his index finger before his lips closed around it, and then pulled it away with a smack. He felt his cock starting to fill and he pulled his gaze away, trying to forget the image. He wasn’t here for that. He was here to check on Lonnie, to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

“How’s your head?” Brandon asked as he took another bite of his burger.

“You tell me. You certainly seemed to enjoy it before you ran out of here.”

Brandon choked and gagged, nearly spitting a mouthful of half-chewed burger all over the floor. “That’s not what I meant,” he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Lonnie just smiled. “I’m fine, Brandon.”

The men ate the rest of their burgers in silence. Brandon didn’t feel the silence to be uncomfortable. He was glad to see that Lonnie seemed to have a big appetite, digging into both of his cheeseburgers as well as the fries they shared. He must really feel fine since he ate like he was starving. He felt a little bit guilty for taking so long to check on him. What if Lonnie hadn’t been fine? But he was, and that was all that mattered.

Brandon’s face flushed warm slightly as he thought of Lonnie’s innuendo. He wanted to tell Lonnie that his head was the best he ever had. Outstanding, bar none, without a doubt. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like that was ever going to happen again. That’s not why he was here.

Lonnie tipped his bottle back and swallowed the last of his Coke. He glanced over at Brandon. The burly man appeared to be lost in thought. Lonnie’s eyes travelled up and down Brandon’s body. Brandon’s huge bear paw hands held his burger to his mouth. Lonnie knew from experience that the size of those hands translated directly to the size of his dick. His face started to feel warm as he remembered the feel of the man’s cock in his hands. Christ, but Brandon was hung. He thought his ex-boyfriend had a big one, but his seven inches was nothing compared to Brandon. Brandon had him beat by three good inches, plus extra girth.

Lonnie’s eyes settled on Brandon’s face. The man was not exactly pretty to look at, but every once in a while, his face would soften and that scowl would disappear. During those times, he kind of looked handsome in a rugged, uber-manly way. Yeah, Brandon was all man, one hundred percent, and that was very attractive to Lonnie. Lonnie’s eyes moved from Brandon’s thick beard to his wet, red lips. He wondered what it would be like to kiss Brandon, to feel those lips on his skin. He’d never kissed a guy with a real beard before. Would it itch? Would it tickle? What did the bears say when they saw another sexy bear? Woof? Yeah. Lonnie looked Brandon up and down.

Woof.

He noticed that Brandon had a scar that cut into his bottom lip and disappeared into his bearded chin. He wondered how he got that scar. Maybe he’d ask Brandon about it some time.

Brandon’s bright green eyes turned and met Lonnie’s güvenilir casino lingering gaze. God, Brandon’s eyes were gorgeous. There was something there. Understanding maybe? Desire maybe?

“How did you get that scar on your chin?” As soon as the question came out, he winced. He didn’t intend to blurt it out.

“An on the job accident. One of my guys wasn’t paying attention and I walked past at the exact wrong time. A piece of wood slammed into my face.”

“Ouch!”

“Yeah. It cut the shit out of my chin. I lost three teeth and broke my nose. There was blood everywhere. Luckily, I was wearing safety glasses and a hardhat.”

“Oh my god!”

Brandon ran his finger over a crook in his nose. He pushed his bottom lip down and ran a finger over three of his bottom teeth. “These are a bridge.”

“You can’t tell. And your beard mostly covers the scar. I’m glad you weren’t hurt worse.”

Brandon nodded, and popped a couple of fries into his mouth. Brandon quieted. He looked away from Lonnie and stared at the floor. After a moment of silence, Brandon lifted his eyes and stared back at Lonnie. Lonnie saw that look again.

“Why are you here, Brandon?”

Lonnie watched his adam’s apple bob as he visibly and audibly swallowed. “I told you… I wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay.”

Lonnie looked at Brandon, searching his face. He could see the conflict in the big man. He might not want to admit it, but he wanted Lonnie. He wouldn’t keep coming back if he didn’t.

Then it hit Lonnie. Brandon wanted more than just sex; he wanted companionship, Lonnie decided. Why else would he have brought dog treats and dinner, wanting to sit on a mattress in an abandoned house?

Lonnie decided he would have to be the one to take a chance. It might get him a bruised ego or a black eye, but then it might also get him something a whole lot better. Lonnie slid just a little closer and placed his hand on Brandon’s thigh. He could feel the big man trembling under his touch, but he didn’t push him away. “I’m good, Brandon. But I’m better now that you’re here.”

Brandon looked down at the smaller man, staring up at him with those pretty brown eyes with the long black lashes. Christ, his nerves were so shot. He couldn’t ever remember feeling this nervous around a girl before. Brandon winced inwardly. Lonnie wasn’t a girl. He was dude. A fucking dude!

Brandon knew that he wasn’t that great to look at, but he never had problems getting girls when he was younger and in the service. They liked his macho, cocky attitude and the way his muscled body looked in his uniform. He never felt nervous or unsure of himself. If he got turned down, he shrugged it off and moved on. That attitude always worked for him in the past. It wasn’t until after he got married that the regular sex he was used to dried up.

The way Lonnie looked at him was somehow different than how all of those girls looked at him. He felt like Lonnie looked right through to his soul, like he could see all of his secret wants and desires. Like he could see the real Brandon Davis. And that was scary.

Brandon watched the tip of Lonnie’s pink tongue dart out and moisten his full, pouty lips.

Fuck.

That mouth. So fucking sexy.

Before Brandon could stop himself, he leaned down and kissed Lonnie. It was so not what he expected. Lonnie’s lips were so warm and so soft. He had expected hard and rough, like he envisioned a man would be.

Lonnie let out a needy whimper as he pushed forward, pressing himself further into Brandon’s kiss. His hand snaked around Brandon’s neck, holding him gently, keeping their mouths pressed against each other. He was very pleased to find out that the burn from Brandon’s beard whiskers was highly pleasurable.

Brandon slid his tongue along Lonnie’s bottom lip. Lonnie opened his mouth and Brandon went to town. He grabbed Lonnie’s head and deepened the kiss. He stroked the boy’s tongue with his own. Their heads moved in perfect rhythm.

Brandon’s breathing hitched as Lonnie’s hand slid up his thigh. The boy’s knowledgeable fingers found Brandon’s cock and slid along his length, stroking and squeezing him through his jeans.

Lonnie hoped and prayed that Brandon wouldn’t freak out. He wanted the big man so bad, more than he had ever wanted anyone. The thrill of Brandon shooting that big thick load into his mouth was something that he’d never forgot. If Lonnie had his way, he’d be taking care of Brandon’s needs as often as he could. Lonnie loved to suck dick and Brandon had the best he’d ever had. He would make Brandon come so hard and so good, he wouldn’t go anywhere else. He never thought of himself as a size queen before, but he had revised that opinion since he’d had Brandon. Oh yes, size definitely does matter.

“Let me take care of you, big daddy,” Lonnie whispered. He meant it as a little joke, but it came out of his mouth all breathy and sexy.

“Oh fuck,” Brandon groaned.

Lonnie’s words had sent a shudder down Brandon’s spine. There was no way in hell he could resist that. He laid back on the mattress as Lonnie unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, giving him complete access. Brandon looked down at Lonnie, watching him admire the newly freed organ. The fact that he was hard as steel and throbbing wasn’t lost on Brandon. Of course his cock got hard for Lonnie.

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I remember wantonly looking back at you as I invitingly positioned myself on my black leather settee, spread my arse and waited for the exhilaration of your cock entering me. I needed your thick arms to wrap around my beating chest. Those kisses we had exchanged after I had invited you to my home were so deep and full of lust, they willed me to your passion.

As your strong hands fondled my arse cheeks and your cock’s luscious pressure began to broaden my erogenous zones, I exhaled: “J you are making me gay.” That is partly true. All those times we had fucked and made love before had built into me an acceptance of the truth: I could be in love with a man. You weren’t actually making me gay I was just giving free reign to that side of my sexuality.

We had stripped in the hallway with eager and purposeful hunger. I loved pushing you back against the door and unzipping your trousers, saw you smile as you stepped out of them. I reached for your erect hardness and felt the ooze of your honeyed precum. I love cock.

Do you recall me holding our bulging-vein cocks together as those first kisses shut out the world except for you? I was milking and collecting your amazingly copious precum on my fingers while you tugged at my nipples with your fingers, producing sensations that went from head to brain and filled my nerve endings with desire. I loved placing your cockcream on your receptive nipples, which I then teased and savoured as I rolled my tongue over them, igniting your craving.

My own precum started to flow, so I mixed ours together and shared the taste with you. We moaned low and full of yearning; we were in sync. I never described the kinky joy I felt when smearing precum over your full lips with my sex-scented fingers and then licking it off your lips with my tongue.

And when I put my fingers in your mouth, you were in ecstasy tasting our combined precum; you were thinking of cock in your mouth. When you suck my cock, first you mesmerise me with your eyes before exhilarating me with touch. You learnt how my sensitive body responds to your leisurely exploration of its erotic points. The way you draw your tongue up and down my shaft while pushing a finger or three slowly inside my arse…I feel casino şirketleri sorry for the man who cannot feel or admit to such rapture.

In fact, you turn every part of me into an erotic point. It wasn’t always that way but since that time you fucked me with your fingers and simultaneously sucked me to orgasm, you have known how to induce that man sex craving in me.

That first time your cock entered me. I had straddled you and moved my arse across you. I wanted to be filled by you, by a real cock. I felt your cockhead twitch and jump as it found and slicked my hole, stimulating me. I surrendered to seeking bodily pleasure and forgot all else. I felt only delicious delight as you entered me and I felt only satisfaction when you pumped sperm into me. Later that evening, I was confused by the apparent submissive nature of my act. But now I want sheer pleasure not some arcane idea of sin and manliness. I want to wrap my legs around you and whisper sexily: “Plough me deep! Fuck me. Hit that sweet spot!”

I told you that I too now love the taste and feel of cock in my mouth and I made to head south. Before I could move down your chest to swallow your shaft, you greedily dropped to your knees and took my cock. Took it all the way to its base with a lingering, skilful slow movement of tongue and raking teeth — you flooded my brain with sexual pleasure.

In the background, images of hot, muscled bears kissing and fucking played on the big screen. It heightened the erotic atmosphere, but we were focused on each other. We were rhythmic and imaginative in hitting that sex beat. I took and used you as you held on to the bannisters of the stairs, I threatened to tie you up there and fuck you mercilessly and you almost begged to be used.

I slapped your arse harder and faster as my cock stroked harder and faster and deeper and ever closer to orgasm inside you, but I tormented you by edging. I felt so in control. I slowed to a stop but pushed as deep as possible into your heat and held you from behind while confessing how much I wanted you and how your hot arse and masculinity turns me on. I wanted to hear and feel your ragged gasps. I sensed how you reacted to the beating of my heart as well and we slowly, wordlessly adjusted our breathing to a steady, casino firmaları shared pace.

We fucked slow with you feeling every millimetre of my cock as it moved deliberately within the embrace of your man cunt. The feeling was deeply erotic and uninhibited; you clasped my carnality as your arse clasped my cock — warm, loving and desirous. I refused to cum then because I wanted to look you in your sultry eyes and delve into your soul as we came.

I felt compelled to go missionary and make love and kiss you and hold your magnificent masculine head while rotating my hips against yours, grinding my cock around inside your fervent, vigorous arse, reaching the extreme edge of passion and control again and again — but not cumming. I wanted you to feel and see my love, even if I couldn’t say those words.

The sweat we produced while scaling ever increasing peaks of sensuality. The sweet ache in our muscles. The fierce sex. I wanted to make you my man and possess you. It was wild, thrilling fucking. I craved a final mental-state-altering climax.

Tired, we slowed down and talked and kissed like lovers should do and that little romance turned me on even more. I spoke about how the taboo of sex with a man had always excited me and how I had wanted to explore my sexuality. I confessed that my desire of giving and receiving anal play from women had led me to seek out a hot, juicy cock but that I hadn’t known what to do with a man.

Now I was confessing that gay sex was so fucking pleasing and that I felt no shame in lusting after men and wanting to take from and provide sexual pleasure to men. Gay sex was far more erotic and far better than I had imagined, I had learned to better appreciate the male body and to better understand my own as a result.

Intimacy between our minds was established and honesty too as we lay down beside each other. We unhurriedly caressed our naked bodies and revealed something of our souls and emotions with tender words. You turned so I could spoon you, hold you from behind as lovers do. Amorously, you started to slowly and sensuously grind your sexy buttocks back into my hips. My cock swelled and hardened as I held you tight and kissed your neck and licked sweat from the nape.

Aroused with now uncontainable güvenilir casino lust, I eased my engorged cock into your willing arse once again. We fucked hypnotically then powerfully while I whispered fantasies of wanting to see you suck cock as I fuck you, wanting to share cock while I fuck you, wanting to be fucked as I fuck you.

I remember grasping your wrists and dominating you with my thrusts that produced glorious grunts and moans of pleasure. You met my need for orgasm by pushing back into me and demanding I shoot my load deep inside and breed you.

The explosion of cum was mighty, I bucked and roared and disconnected from this realm to float in an ocean of voluptuous bliss. The sensations were as intense and as satisfying as with any female lover I had given myself over to.

I wanted to tell you I loved you. I loved you because I was as ecstatic and fulfilled as I had ever been and because of the passion and spirit I felt from your touch and words.

I felt no shame or conflict in our love making, I was proud to be a lover of men. I kept my cock inside you, nestling up tight against your satiated body. Time passed and I slipped away from your heat, but we remained entwined talking and kissing until we had to move to allow blood to circulate.

Of course, I didn’t tell you I loved you. You have your man to go home to and I have my female lovers. If asked, I would deny love, I would probably say I was intoxicated by the feelings you aroused in me. Yet when I try to recapture that feeling, I think I gland that same intoxication. I mean, I think of you and I pine for you, I want you here. Is that love or lust?

What is true is that you have shown me the pleasure and joy of sex with men; it comes as natural to me now as that of having sex with women. It’s hot, horny, dirty, thrilling, sensual and beautiful.

My only regret was that we couldn’t spend that last night being even more intimate. I want your lips on mine again, your fingers and teeth raking my nipples, your precum making me slick and sticky with your man lust for me. I desire your tongue licking from my shaft to my hole and opening me up to being taken deep inside.

I wish to be with you in a room that is fragrant with male cum and testosterone. And I want you to be exhausted but slaked with sex, passion and intimacy as we fall to sleep. I want to wake up next to you, shower, fuck and walk out the door with you and kiss you passionately with love before we go our separate ways to work.

How about it?

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Greetings everyone,

Wow…

It’s been about a year (I say that with this site in mind) since I began uploading my stories to you all. It’s been an enjoyable journey thus far, I must say. In my view, I’ve grown as an adult writer since then. With that in mind, I decided to come back to my first long-term project, Fairweather Ranch. I do have it all planned out, so I’d like to finish it. Not as long as some of the others, just a nice little story written for fun! I hope you enjoy the continuing adventures of Eve and Melody!

Much love,

LadyDaisy

*****

The next night, Eve and Melody snuck out again. They ran out and sat naked in the lawn, out to the grass. Eve loved to look at the moon and the stars. Her mother used to tell her about the stories about the moon and the constellations. Looking at them, Melody’s breasts looked like a pair of moons. She told her this and while Melody could not say the same for Eve, she told her they were not too small, not too large, just about perfect.

Melody offered to go back to the barn with Eve. Curious to what she had planned, Eve said yes and followed along, holding a lantern. Taking her hand into a back room, Melody bent over. “Spank my ass, dove.”

“Excuse me, lover?”

“Oh, don’t be shy. Smack it like I’ve been bad!” While Melody had been good, in both sex casino şirketleri and her love for her, Eve was curious. She gave her ass a little tap.

“Come on, harder!”

Blushing, Eve really let her have it- once, twice, thrice and after that each of those numerical values. Melody knew the feeling. This is usually where she said “Don’t stop!” to a hesitant female partner, but Eve went on. Of course it hurt a little, her bum usually stayed firmly in one place.

Her bum red and stinging, Melody asked if she could spank her ass. Eve enthusiastically said yes. Slap… slap… slap! She loved it! They were both having a lot of fun.

“Have you been a bad girl, Eve?” asked Melody.

“Um, maybe?”

“Well, first a bad girl needs to be spanked…” Eve waited for the conclusion of her sentence, “and then she needs to be whipped.”

Now that interested Eve. Melody went over and pulled a spry, long whip out of her bag. Fascinated by the instrument, she closed her eyes. As she could tell her interest was growing, Melody went right at her with a sharp crack.

Eve made a noise of pain. “Is there a wound?”

“Not yet. Would you like there to be?”

“Maybe… maybe one…” Crack! A red mark appeared on Eve’s back. Melody could see it, and she was excited. Eve could not, but she felt it, and she was certainly excited.

“How casino firmaları about one more?”

“Absolutely!” Crack! Melody went at it again.

“I don’t know how I ever will explain this… but that’s the naughty part!”

“That it is, my dear Eve. I can always blame it on the work.” Melody smiled as she said this.

It took a second to realize Melody’s line of thinking. Thankfully, she was already pulling rope out of her bag. Eve pointed to a place where Melody could be tied up. Eve felt hot and wet as she applied the rope to all of Melody’s limbs. Bound by her lover, secure was certainly what Melody felt.

Eve went around back. Fifty spanks for Melody! Of course, she wasn’t allowed to know that… As Melody felt all of the slaps striking her bottom, she felt the need to orgasm. She came after every ten slaps. In no time at all, she saw Eve carrying the whip over. Yep, she would have been doing some hard work. There were five more orgasms, one for every whipped wound.

Eve untied Melody and they calmed down for a little while before going to sleep, still in the room.

When morning came, Melody couldn’t remember if she had the day off or not- but really who cares? What would they do today, she wondered as she got up.

Eve, on the other hand woke up to a large tongue. Opening her eyes, she recognized it güvenilir casino as a horse they had. Melody was on the horse, still nude. “Want to ride?”

Eve was better at horseback riding than Melody, so she thought it would be fun to help her out.

“Where should I go Eve?”

“This way!” She guided the horse.

“Where does it lead to?”

“Oh nowhere, really.”

Melody felt Eve caress her backside with her electrifying region. Her arms fell over her as she stopped giving instructions for a minute. They kissed once again, but this time if someone were to see it they would be inspired by the sunlight radiating off their faces, the intense locking of their lips, and their hands gripping each other’s bodies. The horse knew when to stop and give them a minute.

Melody looked at her lover’s pussy and decided she would have a go at it with her tongue. Eve was prepared for this sort of thing by now and tried to cum later so that she would gain a lot of pleasure. As her tongue reaches corners of her sex never before touched, she found this increasingly difficult. She knew for a fact Melody enjoyed the little orgasmic noises she made. Finally, she could only wait no further as she came, and came hard.

One of them slipped then and they fell off the horse. After they were sure that neither was seriously hurt, they started laughing as it was quite funny. Eve decided to ride the horse back to the house while Melody went back to the house. It would only be a little while before they saw each other next, but Eve still felt sad as Melody dashed away.

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Recap:

Theo asked, “How was that?”

Shock was written all over Devante’s face.

Chapter 5:

Devane was too disgusted to respond. Instead he just turned over and tried to go to bed. At 6am, before Theo awoke Devante got out of bed found his clothes and left. Knowing it was too early to go home, he went to a local dinner. He just couldn’t stand the thought of lying in bed next to Theo another second.

After grabbing breakfast and taking a soothing walk around campus, Devante made his way back to his room.

Opening the door he heard “Devante… Dude where you been?”

“Oh, I spent the night at Theo’s”

“So what, now you’re ditching me for Theo. You didn’t even like him at first. I see how it is…”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Last night you told me to get lost so you could fuck that chick and that’s exactly what I did. Where is she anyway?”

“I don’t fucking remember that. I think I went a little too hard last night. Long story short I don’t remember anything from after we got to the party.” Spencer said jokingly. “And by the looks of this fat woody I’m pretty sure I didn’t get any last night either” he said as he lifted up the cover to reveal his morning wood in all its glory.

Seeing Spencer’s dick brought back memories of last night that were all too fresh in Devante’s mind. He immediately looked away and walked over and sat at his desk.

“What all did you and Theo end up doing last night anyway? I wanna hear everything.”

Devante starts to panic a little. He realizes that he can’t tell his roommate that he let another man touch his dick let alone that he had passionately kissed him and let him suck his nipples. His face showed obvious distress.

“Nothing to really tell. I went over there and went to sleep.”

“How was his place. It was probably sweet wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know” Devante said rather irritatedly. “I mean I guess”

“Dude, wassup with you” Spencer said standing up and walking in Devante’s direction. “You’re on edge over here.

“Nothing! I just didn’t sleep good. That’s all.”

“Loosen up a bit Devante” Spencer said as lunged at him and began to play wrestle.

At first Devante joined in and pinned Spencer down against the bed, but then Spencer flipped Devante over onto his back and was pinned one of his arms with his leg and tightly gripped the other unknowing resting his dick against Devante’s chin.

“Dude if you don’t get your floppy white boy dick off my favec I’mma have to beat the shit out of you.”

Spencer laughed. “Oh, my bad” then rolled over to sit on the other side of the bed.

Just then the door flies open and in walks Jeff.

“Shit am I interrupting something?”

“Have you ever heard of knocking Jeff” Devante asked?

“Have you ever heard of locking the door” responded Jeff. “Shit, let me lose my clothes too then” Jeff announced before dropping his pants and revealing that he too believes in going commando.

“Naw man it ain’t even that kind of party!” Devante quickly spoke up.

Before he knew it Jeff casino şirketleri was already naked and locking the door.

“Man just relax it’s no big deal” stated Spencer

“Yeah, it’s not like you’ve never seen a dick before! Why don’t you just try it? It’s so comfortable” added Jeff.

“Naw, I’m straight. I’ll pass on that, but what are yall up to today anyway?”

“Well WE, including you, are about to hang out and play some video games and then tonight hopefully something will be happening around the dorms. I heard something about a floor meeting too!” commented Jeff.

“I guess! What we playing first then?”

After playing Battlefield for 2 and a half hours there was a knock at the door. Since Spencer was not currently in the game he got up and opened the door.

At the door was Lance. Seeing the two naked boys obviously caught him a little by surprise as he had to do a double take to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. Hesitantly he said “Hey guys, for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Lance and I am the RA for this floor.”

Devante looked up, “Oh yeah, hey dude wassup” recalling bumping into him the previous day.

“I’m just going door to door to remind people that the floor meeting is tonight at 6 in my room. I just want to make sure that no one forgets.”

Spencer, speaking up for the whole group, announces “We’ll be there! You don’t have to worry about us.”

“I am a bit worried about yall if yall show up like you are right now” Lance said looking Spencer up and down.

Noticeably embarrassed and turning red, Jeff spoke up “Shit, I totally forgot! But come on man, it ain’t like it’s something you aint never seen before.”

“Hey man, I don’t judge. I just ask that you show a little more discretion at tonight’s meeting and in the hallways. That’s all!”

Both Jeff and Spencer nod in agreement.

“Well I have a couple more doors to knock on so I’m gonna get moving, but I’ll see you guys later.”

Not a minute before the door closes they are back to playing video games. After another 30 minutes, Spencer turns to the others and says “I just realized that I haven’t eaten all day. Let’s go grab some grub.”

“Who the fuck still uses the word GRUB?” asked Devante.

“Man shut the fuck up!” replied Spencer “Can we just go check out that dining hall over in Smith Hall?”

“ActuallY I’m hungry too! I’m in” commeneted Jeff.

After getting dressed the three headed out the door. Not only did they go out and find food, they even took some time to familiarize themselves with the campus prior to the hustle and bustle of the first week of classes in a few days. By the time they got back it was time for them to head down to Lance’s room.

The meeting was pretty standard with Lance outling the general rooms and policies of the dorm. At the end of the meeting Lance informed all of the residents that he would like to briefly meet with each room individually to get to know them. He told them to sign up for a time when both roommates were free outside the door.

Spencer looked over casino firmaları at Devante “Wanna see if he can just do our right now and get it over with?”

“I don’t care. Ain’t like I got shit to do.”

As the crowd began to thin, Spencer walked over to Lance and asked, “Do you have time to do ours right now so we can just get this over with?”

“Just get this over with… Wow! Well aren’t you excited?

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was just saying”

“Naw, I understand. I’m actually on my way out but I guess I got a sec. That is, if you don’t mind if I change while we talk, which based on earlier I couldn’t imagine that you would.”

By now the room was clear and everyone had left but Devante and Jeff.

“That’s cool, and Jeff is going to join us. He’s basically our other roommate since he lives in a single at the end of the hall.”

“Damn dude, you got this placed decked out. This big ass TV, a bedroom and a living room, and you got yo own private bathroom.” Commented Devante.

“Hey man, just part of the job” Lance said removing his shirt and applying some deodorant. “So tell me a little bit about you guys.”

Jeff started, “Well I’m originally from Chicago, me and Spencer went to high school together and I’m here majoring in computer science and… what else what else… That’s basically it. I like to play video games and kick back.”

“Ok, interesting! What about you?” he said pointing at Spencer before lowering his pants and throwing his boxers in the hamper.

“Well, I’m here studying electrical engineering, actually my dad went here to for undergrad. I mean there’s nothing special about me. I’m pretty easy going and just looking to have a kick ass freshmen year.”

“You heard the rules early right? I’m all about you having a little fun and me being laid back but you start doing stupid stuff and I’ll have to show you a whole ‘nother side of me” Lance said before bending over to look in his drawer for some new boxers.

“Oh, show us a whole new side of you? Kinda like you’re doing now huh?” Devante said as he looked over to see a full view of Lances beautiful rose bud, puckering pink hole.

“Listen! Don’t judge me cuz I surely didn’t judge yall when I came down there earlier after yall had just got done with your little circle jerk did I?”

“We did not have a circle jerk. They just like being naked!” Devante said.

“What’s your deal anyway?”

“Well, I’m from St. Louis. I’m an only child so it’s a little weird sharing a room with someone, especially someone naked, but I’m like Spencer just trying to have a good time. Oh and I’m studying Business.”

Putting on a fresh pair of boxer, Lance sat down on his bed. “You guys seem like some good kids, so I’ll be real with you. I don’t really care if you drink or smoke in the dorms just be smart about it. If you drink don’t run up and down the hallways with beer bottles and if you smoke atleast open the windows and stuff a towel under the door. And what ever you do, do not parade around the hall naked. At least put a towel on.”

“Shit this guy is güvenilir casino pretty cool” Spencer screams.

“Now get out, I got a hot date and I need to get ready!”

“Oh, someone’s getting laid tonight” said Jeff.

“Hopefully, or else I’ll be joining you guys for tomorrow’s circle jerk” Lance said laughing.

“You got jokes huh?” Devante said as they proceeded to leave the room.

They all went back to the room and played a couple more hours of video games until finally they decided to call it a night and Jeff went back to his room.

As usual, Spencer stripped down to nothing and hopped in the bed while Devante kept on his boxers and tshirt. Before going to bed Devante pulled out his phone to set an alarm for him to wake up tomorrow when he saw he had a text.

It was from Theo. It said, “I noticed you left early this morning. Are we cool?” Devante didn’t respond. Instead he said good night to Spencer and turned over to go to sleep.

After reading this text message, Devante could not fall asleep. The thoughts of the previous night kept coming to his mind. How he kissed Theo and let him suck on his nipple. What did that mean?

Devante just laid in his bed motionless. 5 minutes turned into 10. 10 turned into 15, and 15 turned into a half an hour. Suddenly, there was so noise coming from Spencer’s bed, a little rustling. Then all of a sudden Spencer stood up. Not in the mood to talk, quickly Devante closed his eyes to pretend he was sleeping. Spencer stood over him for a second then walked over to the closet and grabbed something, but Devante couldn’t make it out.

He then returned to his bed but the noise continued. The noise seemed very familiar. Opening his eyes slightly, he could see that Spencer was beating off.

“Uuuhhhhmmmm, yeah!” Spencer moaned softly. His big mushroom cock head glistened in the glow from the night sky. Slowly up and down, up and down, Spencer stroked his cock. The precum was flowing pretty heavily. The moans got louder as his hips started to move to meet his hands. He was really bucking and now he used two hands.

After a couple minutes of this, Spencer’s body started to tense up and cum started flying out of his dick. The first shot went pretty far landing next to Spencer on his pillow, the next landing on his face a little even on his lip. The rest shot high up on his chest.

Devante was surprised by what came next. Spencer actually liked his lips and tasted the cum that had landed on his face.

Devante moved slightly to adjust himself in his boxer briefs which startled Spencer. Spencer quickly grabbed the underwear that was on the side of the bed and cleaned himself up, looking over at Devante to see if he was awake.

Just then Devante’s phone vibrated with a text coming in. Spencer stood up to see what it was and picked up Devante’s phone. Inside his head, Devante was cursing himself for not putting a lock on his phone, but before now he had never needed one.

Spencer almost dropped the phone when he read the message.

———-

This is chapter 5 of College Roommates Meet. Now that we have got things going, I think time can start moving a little faster. I hope you enjoyed. Please email me via the CONTACT tab on my profile with any comments, questions, critics, or suggestions and as always, stay tuned.

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This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance.

All characters are age eighteen or older.

For background please read previous chapters.

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As Mom had directed I shaved carefully. I was just finishing when she came upstairs.

“Do you have something in mind that you’d like to wear?” She asked me.

“A couple of things, Mom.”

We went to my old bedroom to look through my clothes. We had moved some of them to ‘our’ bedroom, but there was still some in my old closet. Most of my clothing was lingerie and sleepwear, but I did have a selection of dresses, skirts and blouses.

I showed Mom a mini-skirt. She liked it.

“You’ll look sexy in that,” she told me.

“It’s what I like to wear when I’m feeling girlish and a little playful,” I told her.

“Well how do you feel now?” Mom asked. “Do you have something that fits your mood?”

“Mom, that bustier makes you look so forceful. I think I have something that will complement it perfectly.”

I got out a filmy, long skirt that I had bought online. It had been called a harem slave costume and looked like something a belly dancer might wear. It was slit up both sides to the hip. I don’t mind saying that I had legs that looked good in it. I had only worn it a couple of times, never for my ex, only for my own pleasure.

I got excited when I thought about wearing it. It was so perfect. I could be a slave girl for her, my mistress.

We brought it back to the bedroom. Mom clipped the chain to my collar. As an added fillip she picked up her riding crop.

She told me to strip and I was soon naked in front of her. She led me, by the chain, to the bathroom and instructed me to get on my hands and knees on the floor.

I did as I was told and I felt a stinging strike with Mom’s switch, her riding crop. It stung, but not badly. She gently rubbed the spot where she had hit and made soothing sounds. As she comforted me she slid a small tube into my ass, an enema. Before I could object I felt the warm liquids filling my intestine.

I needn’t describe the rest of the process. There is debasement and then there is utter debasement. An enema falls in the latter category. Mom gave me two more doses before she was satisfied. She used the syringe bulb next to pump douche into my ass. That wasn’t quite as bad. But by then I was pretty empty.

“You’ll see why we did this later,” She told me.

She let me stand to help her undress. A shower was next. My feelings were strange. Adoration, of course, and gratitude. My inner self was whispering to me. Delicious, such delicious abasement.

Back in the bedroom we dressed Mom first. Mesh hosiery and a fresh bustier. This one had a large zipper up the front and laced openings on the sides. Like the other it displayed her tits beautifully. As usual spike heels perfectly completed the effect. Mom sent me to the bathroom to retrieve the riding crop.

A garter belt, nude colored nylons and heels took care of my legs. A mesh camisole, one made for men, pushed and molded the flesh of my chest into a pair of small boobs. The nipples peeked saucily through the mesh. If only they were real breasts, I thought wistfully.

A blond wig with shoulder length hair, some expert makeup by Mom and I was ready. We stood in front of the mirror together. I thought I had never looked sexier.

Mom hugged me. “You look beautiful, Dear. So very exotic.”

She clipped the chain to my collar. It made things perfect for me.

She led me to the bed. We laid together exchanging deep kisses. Kisses that got hotter as they continued. Her hands were on me stroking and petting me. One hand under my gauzy skirt fondled my hard cock. My hand was at her pussy. I could feel her wetness and the hardness of her clit.

She straddled my chest and pulled my face to her pussy. Her hard clit was in front of me. Long, hard, as big as a small cock. My lips parted instinctively. She slid her clit into my hot, wet mouth, leaned over me and fucked my face.

Startled, at first, I soon came to feel a thrill as she pumped her hard shaft into my mouth. I closed my lips tightly on it. I eagerly licked it with my tongue. I let my teeth scrape along its length. I sucked it to bring blood flowing into its hardness. My gauzy slave costume added to the thrill. I felt the excitement of imaging myself as an aroused woman giving her lover a blow job.

I wanted to please her, to make her cum. I could feel the throbbing of blood beating in her clit. Much like the throbbing in my cock. I thrilled even more when I felt an orgasm tearing through her. Her plump body quivered with orgasmic joy as she came.

Mom pulled her still hard clit from my grasping lips. She moved back onto my body and leaned down to kiss me. We exchanged a hot open mouthed kiss with our tongues dancing.

She moved to my feet, pushed my skirt up to my waist to expose my hard cock.

“Don’t cum yet,” she whispered hoarsely. “The best is yet to come.”

She spread my legs apart, grabbed the wedge pillow and shoved it under my hips. Lube was next, she rubbed a casino şirketleri generous dollop around my anus and inside it.

I thought she’d be putting on the belt, but she surprised me. She pushed my legs up and further apart. I felt her hard clit slide into my ass. I gasped and cried out.

“Oh, Mom. Fuck me.” My voice sounded husky, like a sexually excited woman.

Her clit was not as big around as the dildo, but it was hard and it felt good in my ass. The mere idea of being clit fucked in the ass by my mother’s rigid clit sent me over the edge. It seemed such an intimate act.

I grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled them apart so she could fuck me deeper. Deep enough for me to feel her clit touch my prostrate. The touches were enough to send me into sexual overload. In my mind my ass became a pussy to me. The lube my juices. My mother’s hard clit was filling me, fucking me, making love to me.

Cum spewed from my cock, and again, another spurt shot onto my belly. She was soon cumming too. Her gasps and the shudders tearing through her plump body sent me to new heights. My cock stayed hard as Mom pumped her clit into me, butt fucking me with her hard big clitcock.

Her face was a mask of lust as orgasms sang through her body. She mouthed unintelligible sounds; she scooped up my cum from my belly and fed it to me. I avidly sucked it from her fingers.

We were wild, both of us. I was ready to cum again. Mom may have sensed it. She started stroking my cock, the rhythm of her hand matched the thrusts of her hips. My cum spewed from me again as my mother experienced an especially strong orgasm.

She collapsed on top of me after that last orgasm. Her clit slipped out of my ass. I missed the feel of it.

I held her on top of my body. “Thank you, Mom,” I gasped. “That was so wonderful.”

Mom was catching her breath, as I was too. We kissed and held each other. Mom rolled off me and we laid together. We told each other, again, how great it had been and how much we loved each other. I knew now why Mom had given me the enema and douche. She always had a thing about hygiene when it came to bathroom things.

Mom idly scooped up more of my cum on her fingers and fed it to me again. She scooped up more and sucked it off her fingers for herself.

“I squirted,” she said when she caught her breath. “I do sometimes.”

I thrilled at the thought of her squirt. I remembered my ex doing so on occasion. I started to slide lower on the bed to taste of it, but she stopped me.

“Later,” she said softly. “We have lots of time. Rest now. I need to clean myself.”

Mom got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned I was waiting to suck at her tits. She held me to her as I suckled. It was a delightful sensation, safe and secure. A feeling of trust such as had helped me get through the ordeal of telling her everything.

She pushed me down after she had let me suckle her for a while. Down towards the hairy garden of delight that was her pussy.

I went eagerly, I licked avidly at the lips of her lovely cunt. I savored the slightly acrid, yet delicious, scent and taste of the nectar she had squirted. I rubbed my face in the luscious forest of her hair.

Her clit hardened and grew. I sucked it as if giving her a blow job. We both delighted in my sucking. She came again, intensely with loud gasps. Her fleshy thighs clasped my head and her hands under my wig twisted in my hair.

When she was sated. She pushed my head back. She made me lick her cum from the sheet. Kneeling next to me she held my head to the wet sheet as I joyfully sucked and licked her juices from the fabric.

We laid together in a sweet embrace telling each other of our love.

We rested together until dinnertime. We got up then. Mom said all the activity had made her hungry. I agreed.

Dinner was frozen dinners, again. Cooking took energy and we were too pleasantly relaxed from our lovemaking for such plebian chores.

Our dinner conversation was about my viewpoints on our new lifestyle. Mom was very interested in my ongoing feminization.

“Something I’d like to do,” she said. “Is to learn more about your tastes. So I want you to show me what websites you visit.”

After I cleaned up the dinner dishes we went to her computer in the corner of the living room. I brought up the sites that gave advice on crossdressing. She found them interesting and told me to bookmark the better ones so she could study them more later.

She told me to show her a sample of the porn I liked. It made me feel nice to have an imposing woman like my mother take charge and give orders. I didn’t even consider showing her anything but what I really liked. I found a few of my favorite videos. Two were about men submitting to dominate women and eating their pussies. A couple more I liked were about sissy boys getting pegged, also by femdoms. By the way, I really dislike the term ‘pegging’, I consider it vulgar. ‘Bend over your man’ seems to have a bit more class, at least to me. Surprisingly, considering my dislike of ‘pegging’, I like the term ‘butt fuck’. Crude and concise is how I think casino firmaları of it.

“Enough for now, Andy,” she said after we had reviewed the videos.

We moved to the couch and I snuggled up to my mother.

Mom talked about the websites I’d shown her. “I depilated you and used a skin softener when we showered because I thought your skin was a little coarse. I didn’t know there were websites to help.”

“I would have liked to do all those things when I was married, Mom, but Amanda wouldn’t let me. She wanted a sissy boy, not a lady.”

“Hmm, she may have had a point,” Mom mused. “I’ll have to give it some thought, but for now I think I want my sissy boy to have soft skin; so keep using the lotion.”

She thought for a moment. “For that matter I’m not sure I don’t want a lady, or a little girl, or a slave girl like today.”

We stayed cuddled on the couch. I felt comfortable in my mother’s arms. I basked in the closeness as I lay across her lap and sucked her tits. I felt her clit stiffening against my ribs. It was a strange feeling at first, but only for a moment. Then I became excited as I realized that this is how a woman must feel when she feels a lover’s hard cock against her body. In a big way it made me feel even more feminine.

I felt Mom’s hand slide under my skirt. She caressed my thighs and moved closer to my hardening cock. She lifted my face to hers for a kiss.

“I think it’s time to go back to the bedroom,” she whispered. Her voice was husky.

After the wonderful sex of the afternoon I thought I wouldn’t get hard again, but I did. Back in bed with hot kisses and mutual fondling we soon became aroused again.

Mom impaled herself on my cock and rode me slowly and sensuously. Her hand massaged her clit as though she was jerking off. I watched fascinated as she brought herself to a long continuous orgasm.

When I came she sat on my face and let me lick our melded cums from her aromatic cunt.

We laid together holding each other. It had been a day full of love and sex. I felt so beautifully gratified, so loved.

I slept peacefully and did not wake until quite late. I was alone so I found my robe and went to the kitchen looking for Mom. I found her there and she greeted me with a hug and a soft lingering kiss on the lips. She was still in her bustier and nylons. Her lush bush on display below the bottom edge and outlined by the straps supporting her hosiery. He almost bare breasts and dark areolas made a beautiful display resting on the shelf bra of her garment.

She poured me a cup of coffee and told me to sit. She waited until I’d finished one cup before she said anything.

“I’m glad you’re adapting so well, Andy. The last couple of days have been very satisfying to me. I’m very pleased.”

“Thank you, Mom,” I replied.

We ate a light breakfast. Mom had a dreamy look as we ate. “I used to do that sometimes with your father,” she said. “Use my clit like a cock. We both enjoyed it. It was nice to do it again with you.”

“I enjoyed it too, Mom, it was an intense thrill. I’m happy you are able to do something like that. You are a rarity.”

Mom didn’t reply right away. She seemed to be remembering things, or thinking of something; maybe our future. She shook herself and came back to the present.

“Yes,” she said. “I am a rarity. Some would say a freak. I was fortunate to find a man like your father. One who not only accepted me as I am, but loved me for it. We had a good sex life and loved each other very much.”

She became pensive again. I didn’t say anything to break her mood until she snapped out of it herself.

“He’s gone now, but I have you,” she said with a smile. “We’re going to have fun. Our personalities complement each other. You’ll see.”

“I know we will, Mom. You’re the only person I have ever been able to talk to about my inner thoughts and needs.”

I was sent to clean the bedroom. I finished my chores and came back downstairs with the laundry.

Mom was at her desk checking her mail and paying bills. “If you’re all caught up, Andy dear, let’s get a shower,” she told me.

I shaved carefully and Mom checked to make sure I was smooth. We showered together and playfully washed each other. I was still sated from the sexual escapades of the previous days and nights. I got hard, but was able to control myself. I could tell that Mom was somewhat aroused too. Her clit was protruding and the tip emerging from behind her hood.

Mom didn’t dress. She put on a robe over her naked body and tied it loosely. She chose panties for me and a mesh camisole. No nylons but sandals with two inch heels.

“Why don’t you make us a lunch, Andy? Sandwiches will be okay.” She told me. “I’ll be in the living room on my computer.”

I quickly got a lunch together and called her. We ate together, when I had cleared the table she told me to sit down.

“You’ve done well, Andy. I’m happy to see you adapting so well. I’m equally glad that no punishment has been necessary. Since you have pleased me I think a reward is in order. Afterward we have something to discuss.”

She led güvenilir casino me upstairs to the bedroom. From the drawer of the bedtable she took a couple of vibrators. One of them was the prostrate vibrator we had bought at the sex shop. The other I recognized as a g-spot vibrator. My ex had used one sometimes. She put lube on the prostrate toy.

We laid on the bed together kissing and fondling each other. We were lovers now. Mom told me, in husky tones, what I was to do for her. She pushed my head to her pussy and gave me the g-spot vibrator. I kicked and sucked her flowing juices as she came and came again. I sucked her clit like a cock and made her cum harder.

She rolled so she was on top and took my throbbing hard cock deep into her mouth. I pushed the toy I held into her pussy searching for her g-spot. She came quickly, her cries of joy muffled by my cock. Her juices flowed from her cunt, over the vibrator, onto my face as I sucked at her clitcock.

She had cum a couple of times when during a pause between orgasms she slid the vibrator into my ass. As soon as it hit my prostrate I went wild. I had never felt such orgasmic ecstasy. She plied the vibrator with skill. Touching the gland and pulling back to let it massage the sensitive area just inside my sphincter then back to the prostrate for another exciting touch.

She held me at the brink of an explosive orgasm as she came herself, time after time. Came from the blowjob I was giving her and the toy in her pussy.

The point came that my cum exploded from me in a wonderful, powerful orgasm. Electric thrills pulsed through my body and flew to the head of my cock. Creamy seed filled her mouth and she milked my cock for more.

She lifted her head from my cock and pulled the toy from my ass. She rolled off me, reluctantly it seemed to me, and pulled on my arm to bring me to face her. There was cum on her cheeks where it had dribbled from her mouth. She showed me her mouth full of white cum contrasting with the redness of her mouth. She slid her tongue seductively through the creamy goodness and brought my face to hers for an open mouthed kiss.

“I like to suck,” Mom whispered to me. “Your cock is nice and big. It feels good.”

“That was wonderful, Mom.” I gasped. “I can’t believe how good it felt.”

We rested then. When I woke I was alone. I put my panties back on and went downstairs. Mom was sitting at her desk looking at something on her computer and talking on the phone. When she saw me she told me to make some coffee and went back to the conversation.

We had coffee together at the kitchen table. Mom seemed quite animated. Indeed I still felt animated myself. After our coffee we went to the living room. Mom sat on the couch and let her robe fall open. She told me to kneel in front of her, between her meaty thighs.

She pulled the chain from her pocket and snapped it on my collar. Another symbol of my subjugation. I almost groveled in front of her.

“I told you there would be more to come, Andy. So I will tell you a few things about myself. You are not to interrupt until I give you leave to speak.”

I nodded looking up at her. She looked so imposing in her bustier and the mesh stockings.

“After your father died, Andy, I was at a loss for companionship. The few men I dated were repulsed by my abnormal clit. But, strangely, women were not. So for several years, My Dear, I have been having an ongoing sexual affair with my two friends, Bridget and Myra.”

I was shocked to hear this. Especially after the sex Mom and I had shared.

She went on. “Sometimes other women are involved. There is quite a large group of us among the professional women and matrons in this town. Bridget, Myra and I, however, have a special bond.

“I have told them about you. About how you have become my sissy boy and my lover.”

I was shocked again. I had thought that Mom would keep my secret.

“I had good reason to tell them about you, Andy. You see I’m going to share you with my good friends.”

This was more than I could take. “No!” I blurted out. “No, you can’t.”

“Shut up, Andy. I haven’t given you permission to speak.”

I subsided. Even as tears flowed from my eyes at what I saw as a betrayal.

“It’s because I love you that I’m willing to let you have sex with other women, Andy,” Mom continued. “You will thank me when you realize the sacrifice I am making.

“Bridget and Myra will be visiting tomorrow. You will join us in our lovemaking.”

I still sobbed, the tears would not cease. Even as I was finding contentment, with my mother, she was snatching it away from me.

Mom became impatient with my blubbering, with my inability to shut up when told to. She jerked me to my feet with the chain. She led me upstairs. By the time we got to the bedroom my sobs had subsided to sniffles. She attached my chain to the head of the bed. She handed me her belt and ordered me to put it on her. I knelt in front of her as she shed her robe and stood in front of me. Before I could put the belt around her waist she took me by the hair and tilted my head back. She pushed my face into her wet pussy and smeared her fragrant juices over me. For whatever reason it was obvious that she was aroused. From the hurt she had caused me? In anticipation of sharing me? I didn’t know, but I was aware of my hurt; of delicious surrender.

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