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There are three things that instantly make my cock hard. The first is the prospect of getting caught. Whether engaging in sex in public or engaging in sex acts that I wouldn’t want anyone to know about, the potential for getting busted really makes my nuts ache. The second thing is cumming inside a woman. I hate condoms, I hate pulling out, I love slamming my dick as deep in a pussy as I can get and letting it fly. That being the case, I’ve had two children and I had them young. My daughter was born when I was 18, and my son was born when I was 19. I’ve stayed with their mother for close to twenty years and while I still love her, she is NOT one of the three things that instantly makes my cock hard. In fact, the third and final thing is my sexy daughter.

Unlike the first two, my daughter, Gabrielle, only recently became a sexual fascination of mine. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been looking for a lot longer than would be considered “right” by societal standards, but it was only in these last few months that I can’t look or even think about her without calculating in my mind the fastest, most inconspicuous way to empty my balls and relieve my hard on. Ironically it started when I caught her in a rather compromising position. It was late, but the need to piss woke me up from a sound sleep. As soon as I finished that pressing business a sixth sense told me to check on the kids. To this day, I can’t thank fate enough.

Given the hour, I was surprised to see the faint glow from the living room television as soon as I cracked my bedroom door. Without too much suspicion I made my way towards the stairs figuring one of the kids had fallen asleep on the couch watching it. I wasn’t being sneaky, just quiet so I wouldn’t disturb anyone who was sleeping peacefully. Halfway down the stairs I heard soft moaning. Female moaning. I wondered briefly if my son would be brave enough to watch a porno on the family television, but then I heard a male voice between the breathy sighs saying, “Gabby, shhh.”

Immediately my heart started pounding, but I didn’t pause. If anything, I stepped up the pace a bit and descended the rest of the stairs as quickly as possible. I peeked around the corner into the living room and the rest of my life changed. My beautiful, sexy as sin daughter, whom I’d been casually admiring for awhile now was laying on the couch flat on her back with her shirt pulled up revealing her fabulous tits. Her on again, off again boyfriend Mitch-something was beside her squeezed along the back of the couch alternating between thrusting his tongue in her mouth and using his tongue on her closest nipple. canlı bahis One of his hands held both of hers against the arm of the sofa above her head. His other hand was snaked beneath her denim skirt. Based on the rhythmic moving of his right arm it was obvious my little girl was getting finger fucked and based on the sounds she was making, she was really enjoying it.

My cock turned to fucking stone in an instant. I thought about my next move. Barge in and embarrass them both, screaming like a crazed father? Not really my style. Besides, I was in boxers and I already mentioned, my dick was not lounging around casually. Go upstairs and coerce my wife into middle of the night sex? I could do that, but then she might catch these kids and she would definitely embarrass them. I already knew what I wanted and was doing it even before consciously making the decision. My hand had disappeared into the waistband of my underwear. It was already gripping my hard cock. “Yeah,” I thought. “Stroke your cock in the middle of the hallway with your daughter and her date ten feet away and your wife right upstairs.” Just thinking about either of them catching me sent pre-cum oozing into my hand.

I continued to watch my princess writhe on the couch under the ministrations of that young man while I slid my fist from one end of my erection to the other. Each flicker of the television showed me more. Her pebbled nipples on what were in fact a little more than average sized tits for the rest of her frame. Her wet swollen lips. I could even see her thighs tensing every couple of seconds as she got closer and closer to cumming.

My own hand seemed to keep time with the one abusing my daughters cunt. The faster Mitch pounded his fingers into Gabby, the faster I jacked off imagining it was my dick thrusting inside of her. My baby’s breathing became even more labored and her eyes were squeezed shut so tight I would have thought she was in pain if her face were the only thing I could see. But no, it was total fucking pleasure, she loved everything Mitch did to her.

“Gonna cum for me, Gabby?” It was so quiet I could barely hear the kid, but my baby’s answering nod was loud as fuck. She was about to cum. My fist jerked my cock faster than it ever had and my breathing became panting I was sure would give away my hiding spot. But almost as soon as I’d made up my mind to just let go and soak the inside of my boxers, I was immediately yanking my hand away. “I wanna taste you first,” he’d said. Holy fuck. I had to will my body to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to shatter me at just the thought of what I was bahis siteleri about to witness. And sure as shit, the kids started shifting around on the sofa.

“Keep your shirt up baby and play with your tits.” I didn’t know much about this kid, but he was my new fucking hero. He helped Gabrielle sit up and swing her legs out so her feet met the floor, but they didn’t stay there. Faster than I could have done it, Mitch shimmied her skirt up to her waist, grabbed her hips and yanked her toward where he knelt on the floor, flinging each of my daughter’s knees over his shoulders.

Christ, the blue light from the tv gave me too brief and too distorted a view of her sweet pussy, but that was alright because my imagination was filling in all the gaps. I was almost sort of stunned and had to shake my head slightly to get myself back in the moment. My balls literally ached. My cock felt like it might explode. And then my daughter was covering her mouth and biting her tiny hand to keep the sound locked down once Mitch buried his face between her thighs.

I couldn’t take it. I was seconds away from throwing Mitch across the room and taking his place. I needed to fuck. Every animal instinct we’re ingrained with was literally rising to the surface in my own body. Not giving a fuck about anything except cumming, I yanked my boxers off my hips and took a second to look down at my own leaking cock. To keep my baby girl within my sights yet support my own body which was about to collapse from want, I stepped out of the cover of the hallway and braced my left hand high against walkway wall. I gathered most of the pre-cum collecting at the head of my cock and worked it down the shaft with my right fist. And from that moment on, I never took my eyes off my daughter.

Her eyes were closed again, almost as tight as her thighs closed around the boy’s head. He used his arms to spread her wide open, but her knees quickly fought against his hold. Her hips moved up and down, no doubt grinding her perfect cunt lips against his face. I could hear faint sounds of his tongue flicking wet flesh and the small moans he made when he probably closed his lips and sucked her clit. But the smell. Christ I could smell my baby’s excited little pussy. It was undeniable and it sent me into another realm.

My fist hammered up and down my cock, making its own wet flesh noises. My lips parted to expel my ragged panting breath and refused to close again. And my eyes glared straight at my daughter’s gorgeous face. “Look at me baby,” I thought. My own voice was screaming inside my head, but Gabrielle could not hear it. “Look bahis şirketleri at what you’re doing to Daddy!” I willed her big brown eyes to open and shifted even further away from my old hiding spot, inching dangerously close to blocking the television’s glow from their bodies.

My hips started moving, fucking my own hand. “Fuck, baby girl, watch Daddy. Watch Daddy stroke his cock!” The only proof I hadn’t spoken out loud was that neither teen stopped what they were doing. Mitch added his fingers to his task, pumping them in and out of her even more savagely than before and Gabrielle’s body bowed up off the couch in response.

My daughter reached out and wound her fist into her date’s hair. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” she whispered.

My nuts tightened and drew up tight. My spine felt like it had caught fire. And I stroked my cock with ferocity. “That’s right baby, cum for Daddy. Daddy needs to see you cum little girl!”

Both hands flew to her mouth to hold it closed and her whole body started shaking. Mitch grabbed her hips with both hands and tried to hold her still but it was no use, she was humping up against him, almost thrashing on the sofa.

Right in the middle of coming on his face, Gabrielle’s eyes flew open and immediately landed on me, the extra body in the room. She jerked hard from surprise once but could not stop what was already happening to her body. Her wide eyes locked on mine and I could tell the instant she registered exactly what was happening. She caught her Daddy masturbating to the sight of her and it sent me over the edge.

Staring right into my daughter’s eyes I stroked my cock once, twice more and then let go. I threw my free hand down in front of the swollen head and started shooting rope after rope of thick cum into my own palm. I had to bite hard on my lip to keep from shouting the house down. I don’t know how Gabby’s whimpers covered up the small grunts that I could not repress with every blast of cum that emerged, but Mitch seemed none the wiser. His movements had slowed, but he was still servicing my daughter, bringing her down gently.

When the last of my spunk oozed from my dick I finally tore my gaze from Gabby’s still shocked expression. My hand was full. I hadn’t cum so hard or so much since I was sixteen years old and it was all thanks to my baby girl. Without making another sound I turned and headed back up the stairs with my still stiff cock leading the way to the hallway bathroom.

Once my hands were clean and dry, I slid my boxers back up my thighs to cover myself, opened the door, clicked off the light and turned toward my bedroom. I barely heard the sound of our front door latching shut. I looked down the hallway while I slid my own bedroom door quietly closed and at the last second, saw the light from the television in the living room disappear.

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Things had been weird after getting back from Aunt Barb’s funeral. The vast majority of our family was no longer speaking to us. I guess that they blamed us for introducing Aunt Barb to Julia. Aunt Barb left Julia a little bit more than eighteen million dollars. Barbs’s husband had left her pretty well off when he died more than twenty-five years ago, and I guess that she had made a bunch of shrewd investments in her lifetime. Everyone knew that she had a little bit of money, but nobody suspected a fortune that large.

A few weeks after returning from South Carolina, I awoke after having the best dream ever. I had been sitting in the garden at Aunt Ruby’s with Julia, just like we had been sitting a couple of weeks before. Julia sat on my lap, and we were making out pretty heavy. My cock strained against the fabric of my pants, and she ground her pussy mound against it. She slid off of my lap, and I felt the warm, wet feeling of her mouth engulfing my erection. God, it felt so good, so right. But something was odd; I hadn’t taken off my pants. Dreams are like that sometimes. I was also lying on my back. Then it hit me, I had just awakened from a dream, and Julia wasn’t there. My mood fell. I was alone, but strangely enough, my cock still felt wet and warm. I lifted my sheet, and peered under it, and saw a mass of curly red locks centered above my rock-hard shaft.

“Well, good morning, sunshine!” I said with gusto, while still trying to keep my voice down. My sister’s green eyes peered up at me through her wild red hair. She pushed the sheet over her head, and off of my body. There was a distinct sucking sound as her lips released my spit-slickened cock.

“Good morning, handsome,” Katie said with a smile. “I needed to taste your cock all night, and I just couldn’t wait anymore for you to wake up.” Her hand was wrapped around my shaft, stroking it lazily. “You called me Julia when you were asleep. Were you dreaming about her?” I wondered how to diplomatically answer this question. My sister had a fiery disposition; which matched her hair.

“Yeah, Kay, I was dreaming about her. I’m sorry.” She smiled radiantly at me. This didn’t mean that I was off the hook, but I was hopeful.

“Don’t be sorry, love. We are all three together. It’s OK if you dream about her when you are with me, or if you dream about me when you are with her. It’s natural to dream about the people that you love.” Her lips parted around my cock; and just like that, the conversation was over.

I was already very excited when I woke up, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last long up against my sister’s cock sucking abilities. I moaned softly, and she took this as a cue to quicken her pace. She bobbed frantically on my cock, her right hand was counter stroking my cock from the bottom of my shaft all the way to where her lips stopped. I felt that familiar tingling in my balls that meant that I would cum soon. The sensation built and built, like waves crashing over each other on the ocean’s shore. I exploded in Katie’s mouth. The rush of cum from the head of my cock was so great that she couldn’t contain it all. It squirted out of the corner of her mouth, and dripped onto my stomach. I never actually felt it at the time, because I was lost in the white-hot fire of an intense orgasm; all rational thought had left my mind, and my entire world existed between my legs, and inside my sister’s sweet teenage mouth.

My orgasm wound down, and I was left sweating, and panting. It was a good thing that I was lying down, because my knees were shaky. Katie sucked the remainder of cum off my now too sensitive head, and released it with an audible pop. She moved to the glob of cum that had escaped her and landed on my stomach, and began to slowly lap at it with her tongue, like a kitten; a sex kitten.

“God, Kay. That felt so fucking good. Thank you!” I was very sincere in my gratitude. The last few weeks had been difficult around the house. Things had been tense ever since we returned from Aunt Barb’s funeral. I suppose that a great deal of the tension arose from the fact that my parents now knew that my eighteen-year-old sister was pregnant; although they didn’t as yet know that I was the father.

“You’re welcome, Jack. Damn, you sure do cum a lot. I’ve never seen anyone get the volume that you do.” She was giggling as she said this. “Not even the guys that I’ve seen in porn.” I thought that she was maybe bullshitting me a little bit, but I decided to let it slide. She slid up next to me in bed, and cuddled up close. She still wore a ratty white tank top, and a pair of yellow cotton panties. I thought that this was entirely too much clothing for what I had in mind.

“You are way overdressed, little sister.” She giggled at this.

“I just want to cuddle, love. Mom is in her office, working. We both know that if you do anything to me now, she will hear it for sure.” She was right. We had two things working against us. My mom’s office was located right across from bahis firmaları my bedroom, and my sister was very loud, and seemed to be unable to be quiet with any amount of reliability.

“So, what do you have planned today, Katelyn?” She giggled at my full use of her name. I never used it, instead preferring to call her Katie, or just Kay.

“Nothing much today, Jackson.” She grinned widely at me, and it was as if the sun shone directly on her face, instead of just streaming in weakly between my closed blinds. “Tonight, Becky Sorenson is throwing a party. Julia and I are going, and I hoped to talk you into going with us.” I had never liked parties. There were always too many people there for me, and at least one drunken brawl broke out. I preferred to hang out with just a few close friends at a time, rather than a bunch of people that I barely knew. Things had been weird between my friends and me lately anyway. I knew that it was the secret of my relationship with my sister that had driven a wedge between us, but they wouldn’t understand; so, I was distant with them. My best friend Murphy even asked me if I was on drugs. Drugs? Really? That was his answer? I ached to spend time with the girls, and I knew that if I didn’t accompany them to the party, I would be in the dog house.

“Sure, Kay, I’ll go with you girls. I’ll probably get into a dozen fights trying to keep guys from hitting on you two, but I’ll go.” She giggled at that. I don’t know what she thought was funny about it. It was the truth. Anytime that those two went anywhere guys hit on them. I didn’t mind that much, because they are both ridiculously hot; and it was totally worth the effort invested to protect my girls.

“It’s not going to be that bad, Jack. We will turn down everyone, and will just spend time with you, and some of our girlfriends.” I hoped that it would really be that easy, but I was skeptical. “What do you have planned for today?”

“I’m going to take my car out for a long drive.” I guess Katie heard the sadness that tinged that sentence. When I turned sixteen, my parents offered to buy me a new car. I’m sure that my parents had a nice family car in mind when they made the offer. When my sister turned sixteen two weeks later, they bought her a Chevy Malibu. That was a nice, sensible car that is appropriate for a new driver. I’m sure that this is what they had in mind. When they presented me with the idea, I asked them for an approximate price that they were willing to spend. After giving me the number, I found the car of my dreams. It was a triple black 1991 Porsche 944 Turbo S. It was only $15,000, which was quite a bit less than my sister’s Malibu. My parents argued against it, citing the exorbitant cost to repair such a vehicle, and the astronomical insurance rates. I agreed to get a part time job in order to help pay for the extra insurance, and they bought the car. It was worth every hour that I spent washing dishes in the back of Casa Blanca. The first time that I pulled up in the school parking lot was like a scene from an eighties teen movie. Every head turned in my direction, and people’s mouths even hung open in amazement. I had fifteen guys standing around it, admiring it from every angle within seconds. That was my claim to coolness in high school. After that moment, I was elevated to at least middling popularity. If nothing else, I was the guy that drove a Porsche.

***

I returned from my car ride in a bit of a melancholy mood, but my mom had news that raised my spirits instantaneously. A letter had arrived from Northwestern University Department of Admissions. It read simply:

Dear Mr. King,

We are happy to invite you to attend Northwestern University. Your admission has been granted, and you can register for classes starting August 25th at 12:00am CST. Please confirm your attendance at your earliest convenience at the web link below.

Sincere Regards,

Sylvia Tanner,

Dean of Admissions

My mom watched me read this letter with trepidation. She knew that although I had already been accepted to the University of Michigan; and that I really wanted to go to Northwestern.

“Well?” She didn’t know how to interpret the stupefied look on my face.

“I got in, mom.” I jumped up and down with excitement. “I GOT IN!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. My mom screamed with joy, and grabbed me in a bear hug. This is an impressive feat for a barely five-foot-tall woman. I heard a commotion behind me.

“What the hell are you two so excited about?” It was Katie, and she looked slightly irritated by our shouting. She had been in the other room watching videos on her iPad.

“Jack got into Northwestern, Katie.” My mom let go of me, and we both stood waiting for her reaction. The smile that spread across my sister’s face would have made the noon day sun in the desert pale in comparison. She launched herself into my arms with such force that it almost threw me off balance. A fine boyfriend I would be if I dumped my pregnant girlfriend kaçak iddaa onto the floor. She clung to me with a ferocity that I had not heretofore experienced. She was actually crushing my neck a little.

“I’m so happy for you Jack! I’m so happy for us.” My mom smiled, totally misinterpreting the meaning of this touching exchange.

“Now you two can go together. You could even share an apartment. I bet that it would be cheaper that way than it would be to pay for two separate dorm rooms.” Katie pulled back, and smiled at me when mom said this. Her eyes danced with mischievous fire.

“Yeah, mom, I sure bet that it would. It will be even cheaper, because Julia is going to split it with us too.” My mom smiled to herself. I bet the thought of all the money that she would save had her dancing a jig inside her head. She was a strange lady. She loved bargains, but never minded buying quality, or spending the money that it took to get that quality. I think that she ended up with some kind of sweetheart deal on her Cadillac. It saved her almost $10,000.

Later, Katie and I went to get ready for the party. She took the first shower, and I took the second; figuring that she would need the extra time for her makeup. She rarely wore more than just lip gloss, and a little eye liner, but I knew that she would wear more to a party; even if the dress was casual.

My taste in clothes has always been simple. I never usually follow the latest trends when I pick my clothes. I choose quality merchandise, and I usually stick with a few popular brand names. I get a little excessive with my shoe collection; but everybody has to have at least one weakness. I pulled on a pair of loose-fit black Levi cargo shorts, and slipped on a white tank top, and tucked it in. I put on a black Detroit Red Wings jersey. I always loved this one, because the team never actually wore it to play in; but it never failed to draw attention because it was so bad ass. I slipped on a pair of ankle socks, and looked through my shoe organizer in the closet to choose a pair that would match the rest of my outfit. After some consideration, I put on a pair of retro Air Jordan 4’s, in the classic Chicago Bulls motif of white, red, and black.

In the days since I returned from my vacation, I have felt a new confidence that I had never felt before. No matter where I was, I always felt that I should be the center of attention. Julia told me the other day that she like the new “swagger” in my walk. She said that it was sexy. I agreed. For the first time in my life I actually felt sexy, and I think that my two wonderful ladies are to thank for it. I always felt cool pulling up somewhere in my car, but once I got out, I always felt a little dorky. There never seemed to be any carry-over. Now I walked into a room like I had the biggest dick, the two most beautiful women, and the coolest car; and basically all three were true.

I sprayed on a small amount of Issey Miyake cologne. A little cologne goes a long way, in my opinion. I put on my watch, a simple titanium Movado, and walked down the stairs for the inevitable wait for my sister. My sister wasn’t a high maintenance type of girl, but she was a girl; and high maintenance, or no, it took a bit of time for her to reach perfection for an event like a party.

I only waited about fifteen minutes before she emerged from her room, and walked down the stairs. The sight of her took my breath away. She was a vision in all white, like an angel. She wore tight white leggings that accented the curves of her ass, hips, and legs. She wore a white micro tube top that seemed to barely hold her large breasts in place, and left her flat freckled midriff bare. She had a beautiful stomach, and I knew that she wore this sexy outfit for my pleasure alone. Over the tube top, she wore a very sheer, billowy, see-through white blouse. I was so in awe at the rest of her body, I almost failed to notice that her cute little feet were clad only in white strappy sandals.

“So, what do you think big bro?” Her words seemed to jar my mind back to reality.

“Wow, Katie. Just wow. You look awesome.” She reached out, and took my hand, and slowly spun into my arms. She smelled wonderful. Her perfume was fruity and musky at the same time. I wished that my mind could have actually said how I felt at that moment. ‘You look awesome’ was a vast understatement. I never have been much of one with words though. “I am the luckiest man on Earth, Katelyn King.” Her smile warmed my soul again.

“You look pretty good yourself, Jack.” She giggled a bit. “You look like you might be dressed for a pickup basketball game, but you do rock the look.” I knew that compared to her, I was under-dressed, but I knew that I was dressed pretty much like every other guy would be at the party.

Katie was our designated driver, since she obviously couldn’t drink. I would be glad when she went to the doctor on Tuesday, that way we could officially confirm her pregnancy, and make sure that everything was OK. kaçak bahis We got in her Malibu, and drove the half a mile to Julia’s house. We let ourselves in, because Julia was still getting ready. She was not “putting her shoes on” getting ready; she was “I just got out of the shower, and I’m still trying to decide between two outfits” getting ready. My sister pushed me down on the couch, put the remote in my hand, and gave me a loving kiss. She then scampered upstairs to help speed the process up. Julia was ordinarily fairly low maintenance, except when it came to social functions. The girl that took thirty minutes to shower, and dress for school, took four times that if it were a party, or a special event. I flipped the TV on, and zoned out while watching wrestling.

The girls came downstairs sometime later. I heard their quiet conversation, and turned around to see what Julia was wearing. Katie looked angelic in her totally white outfit. Julia went to the opposite extreme. She wore a very tiny red dress that clung to every curve. It was so thin that I could almost make out the tiny bumps on her areolas. She wore no bra, and her nips stuck out like two brand new pencil erasers. It was so short that when she turned to show it off, I could see the bottom curve of her ass. The outfit was finished off by a pair of five inch red sparkly heels that would have shamed half the hookers that worked Woodward Avenue. If Dorothy was a stripper; then her ruby slippers would have looked just like those. She posed one way, then the other; allowing me to check out every curve of her lithe teenage body. My cock immediately doubled in size inside my shorts.

“You look great, Jules.” I barely managed to stammer this compliment out. She smiled at my sister when I said this. I was still too dumbfounded to talk at how incredible that my girl looked in that red dress. At first glance I had only noticed how incredibly short and tight that it was; now I got a more in depth assessment of it. It was short and tight, but probably the sexiest thing about it was the two triangular shapes that were cut into the design of the dress. In the front of the dress was a long thin triangle that went from below her naval, all the way up between her breasts. This almost gave you a pussy view at the bottom, and it displayed the inside swell of her pert teenaged breasts at the top. In the back of the dress, there was a long thin inverted triangle cut into the fabric. It ran from her shoulder blades down so that the bottom point of the triangle intentionally showed the top of her butt crack. This was so sexy that I really just wanted to tear the dress to shreds, and fuck her senseless right there. The dress was made of some clingy, stretchy material, because as she moved, and posed, the triangles kept her covered at all times, and the skirt barely rode up at all.

“I think I might have died and went to heaven. I can’t believe that I’m with the two most beautiful women that I’ve ever seen.” Both smiled at the compliment, knowing that I was totally sincere in what I said.

“Thanks, handsome,” said Julia with her trademark crooked smirk. “Why are you dressed like that though, Jack? You are going to show up to this party with the two hottest girls there on your arms, and you look like you are about to go to a sports bar, or to shoot some pool. Shouldn’t you dress up?” Katie laughed at this, because in essence, she had told me the exact same thing earlier.

“Fuck no! There is no way that I’m going to be the only douche bag at the party that is all dressed up. I will get there, and all the guys will be snickering behind my back.”

“Suit yourself, stud, but I would at least like you in some khakis, and a polo shirt.”

“He’s not going to change his mind, Jules. I already tried earlier. I even offered to turn the car around so he could change.”

“Whatever,” Julia sighed. “Honestly, I don’t give a fuck about those dorks anymore. They can think whatever they want about me. I’m going to have a good time with my girlfriend, and my boyfriend; and they can all fuck the fuck off.” She had a dangerous glint in her eye. This night could turn out really badly. I hoped that Katie and I could keep our lover in check. “Why do you two look so shocked? We leave for college in three weeks, and we will probably never see any of those stuck-up bitches; or those limp dicked, knuckle dragging, mouth breathers again. Fuck ’em all.”

Julia walked over to her mom’s bar, and picked up a fifth of dark rum that was almost full. “I’ve got the drinks, let’s get going.” Julia turned, and walked out the front door. Damn, she looked good in that red dress. I looked at Katie, and the look that she had in her eyes echoed what I was feeling. This party seemed to be turning out to be a colossally bad idea. We followed after her, but it was with some trepidation.

We all got in Katie’s Malibu, and Julia immediately popped the top on the rum, and took a huge swig. She squished her face up at the taste, and handed me the bottle.

“Your turn, cowboy.” I took the bottle from her, and took two big drinks, steadying my face against outwardly portraying the burn that I felt as the potent liquor burnt its way down my throat, and into my stomach.

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Thank you so much for your comments on chapter 1. I’m submitting every other day and 2 was pending before 1 was up, so this is the first chance to say something. I’m really pleased people are enjoying it, and I hoped you still like the way this is going.

This story came out of me always wanting to know what the characters think and what happens to them, so although New Life was going to be a one-off I got involved with some of the minor characters and ended up writing their stories too, hence Secret Life and this one (and an m/f one that is still work in progress). Sorry about the cheesy titles!

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Charlie

I was looking forward to the staff night out all week. The only other thing on my mind was my flower deliveries. Every day I smiled when I placed my new flowers in water and pinned the new card to my message board. By Friday I had the message “Thank you for starting to believe”. I wasn’t quite sure how that would end, but it was positive, and it was true. I did believe, but I still wasn’t going to rush into anything with him. By the time the end of the shift came on Friday I was desperate to spend a bit of time with him socially, even though we would be accompanied. At least in the pub I figured we would be able to have a few words, and if it was loud enough any conversation we had would be for our ears only. I also wanted to meet this friend of Mark’s, although whether I would press her for information I wasn’t yet sure.

I was last to finish my cleaning because I had been doing the puddings. I headed off to the locker room and the only others who were still in there were nearly changed and ready to go. I opened my locker and got out my jeans and top, planning to get changed quickly and eager to get out of work. I was on my own by the time I slipped out of my work clothes, and I stood there in my boxers putting a bit of spray on me to cover the scent of cooking. I considered taking the boxers off before I put my jeans on, as I usually didn’t bother wearing the things except with my whites, but somehow I didn’t want to be completely naked at work, so I just pulled my trousers on over them.

As I did up my buttons I started to turn around and was surprised to see Mark standing there. I hadn’t heard him come in. Judging by the red in his cheeks and the fact he was staring intently at the floor, he’d just seen something of me, and I grabbed my top and pulled it on quickly. I didn’t feel like having a conversation with him while I was half dressed. He didn’t now seem to want to look, but I was fairly sure he had already seen more than I had been planning on showing him for some time. I sent a silent prayer of thanks that I had decided not to take my underwear off. When he moved to his own locker I couldn’t help wondering what he had seen of me, and then realised I’d said the question out loud, and tried to cover it by asking how long he had been there. His answer, and the fact he still wouldn’t look at me, confirmed he’d seen more than my back.

Despite my worries, I managed to act very calm after that even when he stripped off his own top and I could see his back and shoulders flexing as he put on his deodorant. That was a nice view, and I wondered how soft his skin would feel under my hands. It was too late for me to stop him having seen me, but it wasn’t the end of the world. His apology and worry over having pushed me too fast was really sweet, and made me happy. For some reason, I just had to tease him, and it was worth the expression on his face when I told him I usually went commando. It was probably a bit soon to be teasing like that, but I couldn’t resist. He wasn’t going to get proof for a while, but I enjoyed the fact that he would be thinking about it when he saw me. I was probably way more comfortable with him than I had thought. A few weeks of flowers and I was practically his.

I left him to finish getting changed, knowing that I would not be comfortable seeing him in his underwear at this stage. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he’d got an erection and I really didn’t want to see that right now. I might end up losing my inhibitions right there and then, and giving my boss a blowjob in the staff locker room was not high on my list of priorities, irrespective of what was developing between us. The thought made me smile as I walked out into the restaurant, and I nearly walked into a woman standing there. I wondered for a moment who she was, and then hoped it was Tess and not a random customer who had been left behind.

“Sorry.” we both said at the same moment, one of those lovely English apologies where neither of us is in the wrong but we’ve nearly collided by accident.

She put out her hand to shake mine. “I was just waiting for Mark to reappear. I’m his friend Tess, and I’m guessing you must be the new chef Charlie.”

“Yes, I am. It’s nice to meet you.” I said, shaking her hand. She did know my name so Mark clearly had spoken about me, but exactly what I didn’t dare ask. I wondered if she knew about the flowers, and then had the awful thought that it canlı bahis might all have been her idea. I really hoped not. Still, she hadn’t been on the date with us when Mark had done so well, so unless he had some sort of hidden earpiece she definitely hadn’t been responsible for that. “Mark should only be a moment, he was just changing his clothes.” I said, trying not to visualise what little I had seen of him when I had been in there.

“Right. I thought I’d wait rather than go with the others. Mark would freak if he thought I’d left with Dan despite the fact there would have been at least 10 people with us.” she laughed.

I grinned too. It was weird hearing her call Chef by his real name though, nobody here did. “I heard about that. Mark seems worried you’ll fall for Chef’s lines one of these days.”

“He doesn’t think I can look after myself, which is a rather annoying habit. He’s kind of like a big brother to me, or at least he acts like he is, and then he reckons he has the right to vet any men who come near me. It’s a good thing that most of the time when I go out he’s at work and can’t see what I get up to.” she said, ending with a wink that suggested she wasn’t always all that well-behaved.

I warmed to her instantly. If Mark had friends like her he certainly couldn’t be all bad. I still wondered how much she had heard about me and how far her involvement had been in his slow seduction, but it must still have been some of him, and he must have wanted to do it or he wouldn’t have bothered. There were easy lays out there for him if he didn’t care about me. My thoughts were interrupted when he came out and the three of us headed to the pub together, laughing and joking.

The pub was only just around the corner, and as I had suspected, it was loud in there. Chef shouted over to us asking what we wanted to drink, so it was worth coming later just so it wouldn’t be our round for a while. He did pay far more attention to what Tess wanted than either of the others of us, and he had to ask me again. I was amused both at Chef’s attentiveness and Mark’s clear displeasure at it. Tess and I shared a look and giggled. It was natural, when we went to sit down, to sit by her. I got the impression that Mark would have preferred me to choose the seat next to him, but having already pushed my boundaries tonight I didn’t want to do even more just yet. This way I was across from him so I could see him properly, just like when we were at dinner, although it was a lot darker in this place.

It suddenly occurred to me that in my distraction earlier I had forgotten to let my hair down, another thing I often did outside of work, although I hadn’t when I went out for dinner. I took out the tie and gave it a quick shake and ran my hands through it to separate it out a bit. It wasn’t all that long, just below my shoulders, but I really liked having some length to play with, or for others to play with. When I looked back at Mark he very obviously liked it. I smiled at him to try and stop him staring, but it only seemed to make matters worse. I decided ignoring him was the best option and turned to speak to Tess, having to speak almost directly into her ear to let her hear me. We weren’t even in a club, but this pub clearly wanted to be one.

“It’s loud in here isn’t it?” I asked. Not exactly the best start to a conversation, but I was only really trying to avoid Mark for a bit.

“Yep. Makes for more private conversations though. I must go talk to Dan at some point, just to wind Mark up. Mind you, us talking seems to be having that effect anyway.”

I glanced back at Mark and she was right, he looked unhappy, probably because we weren’t including him. It would probably wind him up more that we were blatantly talking about him too. “He’ll live. He wanted me to talk to you, so he shouldn’t complain that we are.”

“I know. Do you have an agenda, or shall we just go with the flow?” she grinned.

“I think I’m supposed to get a character reference from you.” I laughed. “The question is whether you are prepared to give one.”

“Seeing as we are being honest, my instructions are to tell you anything you want to know. And I will give him a reference as well if you want.”

Interesting. “So I can ask anything?”. She just nodded in reply. “I can’t think of anything right now that I really want to know. It’s not as though he hasn’t told me a lot, and I’ve heard plenty too.”

She laughed then. “I can just bet you’ve heard a lot. He and Dan were infamous.”

“Were?” I couldn’t resist asking.

She suddenly looked very serious, and glanced across to Mark to check what he was doing. He seemed to be trying hard to look disinterested, taking in the scene generally and what the others were up to. Thankfully after a moment Chef dragged him off to the bar, saying he needed to buy more drinks for us all. He didn’t seem to want to leave, and looked at me intently before he went, almost as if I was going to ask him not to leave me. I wanted another drink and was very happy to have a moment alone bahis siteleri with Tess to find out what she was going to say.

“I know Mark told you he’s changed and you don’t entirely believe him, although I gather you’ve now had a date so that’s a big step forward. I can only tell you what I know, and I’ve been his friend since we were at infant school, so 20 years, and in that time I have heard about plenty of his exploits. But I never got given a name until you, let alone told he wants something more. I believe him because it’s never happened before. And the way he speaks about you, it’s completely different to anything he’s ever said. I’m not going to tell you what to do because it’s not my decision. But please give him a chance.”

“Does that mean a chance to bed me?” I asked.

She looked offended. “Not unless you’re ready to do that, no. I meant a chance to get to know each other better.”

“Sorry. I keep letting him in a bit further and then freaking myself out. I am giving him a chance, and I do want to believe him.”

She smiled at me then. “I’m glad. I think you two could be great together, and it’s about time he found someone to love, he’s been on his own for a long time now. I’m the closest he has to family and that’s not enough.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant about being alone, and I was going to gloss over the love word. “Surely he has some family somewhere?”

Tess looked uncomfortable. “He hasn’t told you about his parents?” I shook my head. She looked even more worried then and glanced across to the bar to check where he was before looking back at me. “He did tell me to tell you whatever you wanted to know,” she said, seemingly to herself rather than me. “His parents were killed in a car crash nearly 3 years ago. He’s an only child and they were all he had. It gave him the money to buy the restaurant, but to me he’s been desperately alone since then. If he wants to let you in, it’s a big step forward for him. I can’t help thinking that losing them so suddenly made him not want to get close to anyone. Not that he didn’t go out and have fun before, but it’s been different since, even more impersonal.”

I sat stunned. I didn’t quite know what to say, but my heart went out to Mark then. I couldn’t imagine losing my parents at my age, but at least I would still have my two sisters. It must have been tough. I wanted to hug him to me and make sure any pain he still had would go away. I realised then why he hadn’t told me.

“He didn’t want me to know because I’d end up feeling sorry for him and might make decisions for the wrong reasons.” I said. Tess nodded.

“Probably. But you’d find out eventually. It helps that you know where he’s coming from, even if it means you knowing now rather than later. I hope he doesn’t mind that I told you.”

“I won’t say anything if it helps. Thank you though.”

Our conversation was interrupted when Chef came over with drinks for the two of us.

“Drinks for my favourite kitchen mate and the beautiful Tessa,” he said with a grin at Tess that made me smile. “Please say you’ll have a dance with me later on Tess? I want to show you my moves.” he finished with a wink.

I nearly coughed up my drink and tried to cover my laughter when I got a look from him. I couldn’t help myself, seeing his cheeky chappy technique up close. Tess laughed with me but did agree to dance with him at some point. When Chef wandered off, clearly happy, I just looked at her.

“Mark isn’t going to like that.” I said.

“Tough.” she replied. “It’s only a dance. Besides which, you might be able to distract him so he won’t notice.”

“I doubt it. He’s very cautious when it comes to you and Chef. He’s determined you won’t be seduced.”

Tess smiled, and her eyes wandered over to where Chef was standing before speaking to me again. “I admire what you are doing, I really do. I can’t see Dan changing like Mark is. But irrespective of that, he’s probably going to get lucky one of these days. I don’t have the control that you obviously do.” She looked at me sternly. “Don’t for god’s sake tell Mark that. He’ll be trying to find some sort of chastity belt for me.”

“I won’t. But seriously, you want to go there?”

She nodded and looked across at Chef again. This time I saw the spark in her eyes. She liked him, but unlike me she was prepared to live with the fact she might just be another notch in the bedpost. I suddenly felt very protective of her as well.

“Don’t sell yourself short. It’s not worth getting hurt if it will mean far more to you than it will to him.”

“It’ll just be sex.” she replied, but when she looked in my eyes I knew it couldn’t be that for her, and she saw I could tell. There was an awkward moment of silence between us, and I was glad when Mark returned and it lightened the mood. He was happy, maybe due to the alcohol, or being out for once, but his joy was infectious. We all laughed and joked and a few more drinks slipped down before we headed off to another venue, this time one where we could go bahis şirketleri dancing.

As we headed off Mark held back a little from the group and I ended up slowing my steps as well. We hadn’t had chance to talk in the pub although I had got to know Tess. When I saw that Chef was chatting to her again as we walked I had an urge to go split them up, but she knew what she was doing and what the effects might well be, and I wanted more to have a moment alone with Mark. I slipped into step beside him as we wandered up the road.

“Are you having a good night?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s been good so far. And it’s been nice meeting Tess, she’s lovely.” I replied.

He smiled at me. “I’m glad you think that. She’s been a good friend to me for a long time, and almost my little sister. All I need to do is find her a good man and my work will be complete!”

“What about you?” I couldn’t resist asking.

He looked at me intently. “I’ve already found one.”

I didn’t quite know what to say. His look said a lot, but it didn’t say that he was just lusting after me. It genuinely was deeper. A second later I knew what to do. A small step forward, but a little movement that meant a great deal to both of us. I moved closer beside him and took his hand in mine.

The jolt through my body was instant, even at such a small connection. His grin warmed me from the inside out as well, and I returned the smile. He kept walking but slowed down even more, knowing that when we caught up to the others this moment between us was going to end. Neither one of us wanted our workmates to know what was happening, especially not as they would think the worst. When we finally reached the door of the club that the others had already entered Mark looked down at where our hands were intertwined and sighed. He raised our linked hands up and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand before he let go. “Thank you.” he told me, before we headed back to reality.

* * * * * * *

Mark

By the time we got to the club I was already feeling a bit woozy thanks to the alcohol, and I had been through a wide range of emotions. I was annoyed with Chef for trying it on with Tess yet again, I felt jealous when she and Charlie were talking and I was excluded from it even though I had wanted them to talk. I was desperately hoping that she would help my quest to win Charlie’s heart. Right now though I was elated. Charlie had made the first move to make contact with me. Only holding my hand but it was the first thing he had initiated and it was a huge leap forward. And I felt sad when I had to let go of him too, but I kept smiling despite it because it would take a while for me to come down from the high I had.

We weren’t that far behind the others when we got into the club, and no eyebrows were raised which was fortunate. I could take the teasing but I didn’t want Charlie to be subjected to any of that. To be honest I wasn’t sure I would appreciate being teased about this either, because everyone would assume this was me trying to get laid and I wanted so much more. I noted that Tess was talking to Chef and I bristled immediately. Charlie was still close to my side and I knew he noticed.

“Chill out Mark, she’s a grown up. She’s also well aware of what he wants and the implications, she won’t do anything she doesn’t want to.”

I looked at him. “That sounds suspiciously like she wants to.”

He just shrugged and I groaned internally. That was something I really didn’t want happening, but there was no way I could stop her. I had tried. Time to stop worrying about her and concentrate on what was happening with me.

“Come dance with me, please?”

Charlie looked a bit surprised, but gave me a shy smile, which I took as a yes and headed out to the dancefloor. We weren’t going to be doing any dirty dancing so it would be fine. There were already some of the waiters and cooks on the floor so we joined up with them to dance as part of a group. Much safer that way and it wouldn’t look odd. He looked good though, and I took as many glances as I could at him as his body moved and he got hot and sweaty too. Of course he always looked hot to me. He grinned at me when he caught me looking, and although I liked it I took a quick glance at the others to make sure no-one was noticing our subtle flirting. I guess they wouldn’t expect me to be subtle because there was no reaction. It made me braver, to the point where when we all danced together in a circle I quickly moved so I was next to Charlie and we had to put our arms around each others shoulders in the huddle.

He took a quick look at me when I did it and raised an eyebrow in query, but his arm went around me quickly too. We were all pressed close together as we jumped about, so it was fairly inevitable that I would end up right against Charlie’s body, and it felt really good. He was pretty much the same height as me and we fitted together well, not to mention how nice it was to have him there. I wasn’t sure whether to be sad or relieved when we all broke apart, because I was probably enjoying it too much. In fact the only thing that took the shine off the moment and distracted me was noticing that Tess and Chef were dancing close together also, but definitely not as part of a group.

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*

Baseball season came and went in a blur. Between road games, home games, trying to keep my grades up, and fooling around with Chad and a few other guys, I was exhausted most of the time. Luckily, Chad was as competitive as anyone I had ever known so he helped me keep on track as far as baseball was concerned. Neither of us wanted to lose our scholarships, but more importantly, we didn’t want to lose games. I soon learned to separate my personal life from my school life — with the exception, of course, of a few well-placed blowjobs and hand jobs on buses coming home from out of town games.

My feelings for Chad had intensified even though I tried as hard as I could to keep them in check. He had established firmly that he was not into relationships; that he would fuck just about anyone, anytime, anywhere. Most of the time I could block those jealous feelings off, but sometimes they were so intense I couldn’t be near him. I consoled myself by frequenting glory holes, bars, and even the school library, hooking up with random guys to get Chad off my mind.

It was at one of these times that I ran across my mystery man from down the hall. I was in the library at school, reaching up to get a book I needed for a research paper, when I felt someone come up right behind me. I turned around and there he was: blue eyes himself.

“Need some help?” he asked, standing closer to me.

“Uh,” I stammered, mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze.

He laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, then reached over my head and slid a book off the shelf. He leaned in closer to me as he handed it to me, backing me up against the shelf. “Is this the one you needed?”

“Yes,” I said, not even looking at it. At that point I could have cared less what he had handed me.

He moved closer, pressing into me, looking deeply into my eyes. I heard something off to the side and turned my head, seeing a couple of girls standing there. They stared at us for a minute, then giggled and walked off. He took my chin in his hand and turned my head back to face him.

“I’m Connor,” he said in the deep voice that I had heard so many times.

“Brian,” I said, my voice cracking.

Connor laughed. “I know. Chad told me.” No surprise there.

“Oh? What else did he tell you?” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from his.

Connor just looked at me, a little half smile playing on his lips, then leaned in even closer. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, not sure what to expect. I could feel his heat as he leaned into me, his breath on my face, could smell his shampoo…

When he reached out and gently ran a finger along the ridge of my cock, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He put his hand over my mouth, smiling at me, pushing me back hard against the bookshelf.

“Shhh,” he said, cupping my balls in his hand. He began to rub his palm up and down on my lengthening cock, making me moan against his hand. I closed my eyes again and leaned my head back, my arms caught behind me against the shelves. He slid his leg in between mine and nudged them apart, pulling my jeans tighter into my crotch and against my cock. I moaned again and tried to move my head, but he pushed his hand harder against my mouth and held me there.

“He told me you like cock,” he said, looking into my eyes. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, bracing his hands on either side of me. He looked at me for a long time, then leaned in and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I gasped at how rough he was, then got excited when he put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as he moved his hips in and out. I threw my arms around his neck, my hands tugging on his black, silky hair, kissing him back just as hard.

He pulled away from me, gasping for air, his body still pressed against mine. I was dazed at his ferocity and my cock was throbbing painfully in my jeans. My hands were still on his shoulders, and I slid them down to his hard, chiseled chest.

“I see he was right,” he said, grinning at me. His hair fell into his eyes and he shook it back, not looking away from me. “What do you say we get out of here and do something about this?” he asked, reaching down and squeezing my cock.

I grunted and doubled over, my hand covering his and pressing it harder against me. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I said, moving his hand up and down on my cock. He laughed and pulled his hand away, then said, “Go get your stuff. I’ll meet you outside.”

He walked away and I had to stand there for a minute, waiting for my cock to stop throbbing. He looked incredible in his tight jeans, boots, and t-shirt, his long legs striding away. I got myself together and left the library, nearly shaking at the thought of what was going to happen between us.

*****

He was leaning against one of the columns that flanked the library when I walked out, and without a word, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri he turned and headed for the parking lot. I was surprised, thinking we were going back to the dorm, but I followed him anyway. Hell, at that point I would have followed him off a cliff if that’s where he’d gone. We got to his car, a black jeep, and he gestured for me to get in. I tossed my stuff in the back and got in, then he roared off and left campus.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Nowhere in particular,” he said, “Just driving. I like to drive.”

“Cool,” I said, and sat back, idly watching the traffic go by, noticing that the jeep smelled really good, like a combination of mint, leather and his cologne. I stole glances at him, noticing the wiry muscles in his forearms, his flat stomach, his long, muscular legs…and naturally, I found myself getting hard again. I remembered getting a glance of his cock through his boxer shorts that day in his room and I licked my lips involuntarily. My jeans suddenly became very uncomfortable, and I started shifting in my seat.

“What’s wrong?” he said, looking over at me.

“Oh, nothing,” I grunted, a little embarrassed. My cock was really starting to get hard, and I squeezed my legs together to try and deal with the pressure.

“Hmmm,” he said, looking down at the bulge in my lap. “Looks like you could use some help.”

Trying to be casual, I said, “I can always use help with this thing, Connor.”

He laughed. “Well, make it easy on me and lean back, would you?”

I looked at him, startled, then looked around at the traffic flowing by on either side of us.

“What? Are you shy?” he said, smirking at me.

“Fuck you,” I said, then leaned the seat back and closed my eyes. I lay there for a minute, my mind racing, then I felt his hand slide up my thigh and squeeze. I held my breath as his hand slid higher, then popped the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down. I shifted a bit to loosen things up, then felt his hand slide inside my boxers and pull my dick out.

“Ohh yess,” I said, as he started stroking my hard shaft. He reached down and lifted my balls so they were hanging out and started playing with them, switching from them to my cock, driving me crazy. His hand was rough on my skin, slowly jacking me off, playing with the head of my cock and then squeezing the shaft, making my hips move up and down.

“You like this?” he said, moving his hand to the top of my cock and teasing the head.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, thrusting my hips up into his hand. I reached for him and made him tighten his grip on me, then got his hand moving up and down again, spreading my legs wider so he could really jam my cock up and down. He started moving his hand faster and faster and I reached down to hold my balls with one hand as he jacked me off. Just as my cock began to throb and pulse, he stopped and removed his hand. My cock was so hard it was laying flat on my stomach, rigid and stiff and throbbing. I groaned in frustration and reached to grab it myself but he swatted my hand away.

“What the fuck?” I asked, my balls aching, my knuckles stinging where my hand had hit the side of the door.

“I don’t want you to cum yet, Brian, okay? I thought you might want to give your audience more of a show.”

“Huh?” I asked, still dazed, my body signals all fucked up. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Connor grinned and gestured out my window. “Look,” he said.

I looked over and noticed for the first time the semi truck driving right next to us. I’d had my eyes closed while Connor was stroking me and didn’t even notice the truck had driven up next to us. I looked up and saw the driver shooting glances down at me, licking his lips as he looked at my cock.

I looked over at Connor, my lower belly starting to tingle, then slid my hand into his lap and squeezed the bulge in his jeans. He grunted and pressed down on my hand, rubbing it against him, them pushed me back and reached over to take my cock in his hand again.

“Is the guy still watching?” he asked, his hand moving very slowly on me, squeezing gently.

“Yes,” I gasped, looking up at the trucker. He was having a very hard time keeping his eyes on the road, so I decided to make things even harder for him. I picked my hips up and slid my jeans and boxers down to my ankles, then stretched my hands up over my head, taking my shirt off and laying back to give the trucker a full view of my naked body.

Connor drew in a breath and held his hand still for a minute. “Fuck, Brian,” he said, looking over at me. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” I nodded and looked back at the trucker, watching him. I could tell by his movements he was stroking his own cock, and the thought of that made me shiver. Connor took his hand off my cock and rubbed my nipples, pinching them, then slid his hand back down and wrapped it around my cock again. I arched my back, thrusting my cock into his hand, and looked at the trucker. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri He was watching us, then looked into my eyes and jerked his head off to the right. He did it again, gestured with his hand for us to follow him.

“Connor, I think he wants us to exit with him,” I said, my breath coming in harsh gasps.

“Oh yeah?” Connor said, looking over at me. “You up for that?” I looked down at my hard cock in his hand, then looked back at Connor. “What do YOU think?” I asked.

Laughing, Connor moved his hand, checked the mirror, and I gestured to the trucker that we would follow him. He moved into the exit lane and Connor followed him. I was about to reach down and pull up my pants, but Connor stopped me.

“Why bother?” he said. “You’re probably just going to have to take them off again anyway.”

I laughed and lay back in my seat, stretching my legs and trying to ignore my throbbing cock.

We followed the trucker for a few miles to a truck stop off the highway, going with him as he drove to the back of the parking lot. Connor reached over and placed a hand on my chest, rubbing my tight stomach and playing with my nipples. We parked on the off side of the truck, where we weren’t visible, and Connor told me to stay where I was so he could go find out what the trucker had in mind.

I lay there, naked, wondering what to expect. I wasn’t too sure if I was into letting some trucker fuck me or anything — I’ve heard about truckers and what they get up to, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. For that matter, I wasn’t even sure what to expect from Connor. I trusted Chad, though, and figured he wouldn’t have told Connor about me if there was something off about him.

Chad came over to my side of the car and opened the door. “Brian, this guy is hot. He’s young and very horny and would like us to join him in his truck. What do you think?”

“Dude,” I said, “I’m not sure about this.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, okay? He just wants to get off and it doesn’t seem like he cares how he does it. He has a whole pack of condoms in there, too, in case things get out of hand,” he said, winking. “Come on, Bri. If nothing else, let me finish what I started with you, okay?”

He reached in and gave my cock a squeeze, making me jump a little. I laughed and sat up, gathering up my clothes. Connor stopped me and said, “Come on, no one can see us. Let’s give this guy a thrill.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car, then bent down and helped me pull my shoes and socks off, then pulled my jeans and boxers all the way off. I was now standing totally naked in broad daylight in the back of a truckstop parking lot. Fuck, I was getting hot!

We walked over to the truck and got in, and I could see that Connor was right about the trucker. He was young, handsome, just a bit older than us, with short blonde hair and a closely trimmed beard. He had jeans on, which were unbuttoned, and was not wearing a shirt. His chest was lightly covered with hair and looked chiseled and hard, a lot like Connor’s. He had bright green eyes and was clearly excited, breathing fast as he watched me climb up into the cab.

I’ve never been in a big rig cab before, and I was surprised at how big it was. I knew they came equipped with sleeping cabs in the back, but I had no idea they were so roomy. Connor nudged me into the back of the compartment and followed me, leaving the trucker to sit in the front and look back at us.

“So, what’s your name?” I asked him.

“Luke,” he said, his voice cracking. He licked his lips and stared at me, his eyes roaming all over my body.

“What’s on your mind, Luke?” Connor asked. “You invited us here, remember?”

Luke looked at him, seemingly a bit dazed, then licked his lips again.

“Do you like cock, Luke?” Connor asked, reaching over and taking mine in his hand. Luke’s eyes widened and he nodded, swallowing hard.

“Have you ever had cock before, Luke?” Connor asked, beginning to stroke me. I moaned and stretched out on the bed, giving Luke the full view of my muscular body.

“N..no,” Luke stammered. “I’ve seen videos of guys fucking, though, and they make me so fucking hard I can hardly stand it.”

“Really? You mean all this time on the road and you haven’t had cock from any of these other horny bastards?” Connor asked, stroking me slowly.

“I haven’t been trucking long. This is only my second week,” Luke said, his eyes glued to Connor’s hand on my cock.

“Well, you’re in for a treat then, Luke,” Connor said. “You just tell us what you want to do.”

Luke sat there for a while, just watching, then licked his lips again and looked at Connor. “I want you to take off your clothes.”

Connor grinned and slipped his shirt over his head, then bent down and pulled off his boots and socks. He unfastened his jeans and slid them down, Luke gasping when he saw Connor had no underwear on. Connor gathered his clothes and tossed them into the güvenilir bahis şirketleri front seat, then moved up next to me on the bed, laying back with his hands behind his head.

I couldn’t help staring at Connor, too. He was long and lean, with hard muscles and dark hair on his chest and between his legs. His abs rippled every time he moved, and his cock was long and stiff, jutting up toward his flat stomach.

“Well, you’ve got both of us here, naked, Luke. What do you want?”

“Ahh,” Luke moaned, reaching into his lap. I figured his cock must be throbbing and uncomfortable, so I suggested that he get naked with us. He looked at us, looked at our cocks, then slowly slid his jeans off and climbed into the back with us and sat cross-legged, staring at us. His cock was hard and he was stroking it absently, almost as an afterthought, as he stared at us.

“What do you want?” Connor asked again.

“I want to see you suck cock,” he stammered, blushing.

Connor grinned and said, “Okay, Luke. Watch and learn.”

He moved down and rolled over in between my legs, raising them so they were over his shoulders. I arched my back, my eyes half closed, and moaned loudly as I felt Connor’s tongue begin sliding up the length of my cock. I had lost some of my erection but it came back in a hurry, my cock growing hard as Connor tongued me. I heard a moan from next to me and saw Luke stroking his cock faster, so I reached out and grabbed him to make him stop.

“You’re going to cum too fast,” I whispered. “Slow it down and enjoy.”

Connor snorted and moved up so he could take my entire length in his mouth. He began moving his head up and down, his lips and tongue working me as he sucked me hard. I felt one of his fingers slide up into my asshole and moaned again, pulling Luke closer so he could see better. His eyes were wide and he was licking his lips so fast he looked like a lizard.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, getting up on his hands and knees so he could move in closer. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Connor’s mouth on my cock, and I could tell he was about to explode. As much as I hated to, I pushed Connor away and said, “Man, he’s about to pop. We gotta slow down or this isn’t going to last long.”

Connor looked over at Luke, who was blushing and looking down. Connor sat up and leaned back, wiping his mouth, eyes gleaming. His cock was semi-erect, and he watched as Luke’s eyes were drawn to it.

“Well, let’s see,” he said. “What should we do to keep that from happening?”

“Let him jack you off,” I said. Luke’s eyes darted wildly over to me, panicked, but I could see the desire there too. “No problem,” Connor said. “Come on over here and jack me off, Luke. I promise I won’t bite you.”

I sat up and leaned against the opposite wall, watching as Luke struggled with his fear and desire, then said, “Come on, man. Nothing to be afraid of. Just get over there and do it.”

Connor stretched out full length on the bed, his legs draped over mine, and Luke shyly moved over to sit next to him. He reached out and gently touched Connor’s cock, jerking his hand back when Connor twitched.

“Give me your hand, Luke,” Connor demanded, taking Luke’s wrist in his hand. He moved Luke’s hand and closed it around his cock, holding him there, then slowly began to move both their hands up and down. Luke moaned and licked his lips again, but didn’t draw back. After a few second, Connor moved his own hand away and Luke kept stroking, gaining more confidence as Connor’s body began responding.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Connor moaned. “Stroke me like you stroke your own cock, Luke, yeah. Come on, that’s it.” Luke’s hand tightened and he shifted to get in better position, then used his other hand to begin stroking his own cock again.

I saw this and moved around behind Luke, placing my legs on either side of him. “Let me do that for you,” I said, reaching around and closing my hand on his cock. His eyes closed and he leaned back against me, still stroking Connor as I stroked him. I shifted so my cock was jammed hard into Luke’s back, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Connor was moaning softly, every so often placing his hand over Luke’s and making him either slow down or speed up, and Luke was laying back on me, allowing me to pinch his nipples with one hand while stroking him with the other. We were all breathing harder, moaning, grunting, sweating…it was so fucking HOT, knowing Luke had never done this before.

I reached down with my other hand and rubbed Luke’s balls, making him tense up, then reached as far under him as I could and teased his asshole with one finger while I stroked him. He gasped and tightened up, so I stopped and made soothing noises as I stroked him. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand and knew he was going to cum soon, so I told him to start stroking Connor as fast as I was stroking him. My hand started flying on Luke’s cock, squeezing hard and letting loose, until with a loud grunt he and Connor came at the same time, shooting all over the walls and ceiling of the sleeper cab.

Connor grabbed Luke’s hand and held it on his throbbing cock as Luke leaned back against me, gasping, chest heaving, cock pulsing in my hand. I rubbed my other hand all over his chest and stomach, feeling his hard muscles tighten at my touch.

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Jenna woke up surprisingly calm the day before her presentation. For the past two weeks, she had been agonizing over this presentation that would determine if she would move forward in her career or have to wait longer. After a lot of hard work and dedication, Jenna had decided it was time to move up the ladder but was terrified of being unsuccessful in her venture. In fact, she had always been afraid of failure. Jenna had grown accustomed to achieving what she set her mind to, but the business world was a realm she had little control in.

She stretched, breathed deeply, and thought to herself, “It’s Sunday. It’s the Sunday before my presentation. I’ve worked hard and dedicated myself entirely to the project. I need to relax and walk into the conference fresh and ready to present my ideas. I know what I have to do and say. Now, I need to take the day to myself to make sure I am at my best tomorrow.” With that, Jenna climbed out of her bed and opened the curtains of her bedroom. She beamed at her view of the river flowing serenely under drifting white clouds. She took her robe, a light and sheer aquamarine one, and wrapped it around her slender body.

In her kitchen, she began to look in the refrigerator to decide on breakfast when it struck her. “I should spend my day at the spa!” she exclaimed aloud. She rushed to her bedroom, changed into her orange bikini and slipped a loose-fitting white beach dress over it, and smiled. Quickly, she gathered her essentials for the spa- a book, sunscreen, sunglasses, and a change of clothes- threw them into a large bag along with her wallet and left.

After finishing her fruit and yogurt breakfast at the spa, she ambled over to an area shaded by palm trees. She took a chaise and began to read her book. “Excuse me, miss?” Jenna looked up into the face of a handsome young man.

“Yes?”

He smiled, relieved that she responded, and asked, “Where are the massage villas? See, I’m due there in twenty minutes but I have no idea where they are and I’ve lost my map of the grounds.”

Jenna sat up, alert to his tan skin and forest green eyes, and replied, “I’ll take you there myself. I wanted to make an appointment.” He smiled gratefully, charmingly, and stepped back. Jenna placed her book in her bag, stood, and began walking toward the massage villas. “Do you have an early appointment?”

He laughed softly and said, “No, no. I am actually hoping to be hired. I’ve had my interview already but they want to see how I work.” Jenna smiled thoughtfully as she gazed at his chiseled arms and strong hands. He seemed like just the guy she would want to book an appointment with.

“I see. Do they just have you massage a customer and observe you?”

He shook his head, still smiling, and said, “Oh, no. They wouldn’t want to do that. It might make the customer uncomfortable. They have me work on one of the massage therapists who then submits a review.”

She shrugged her shoulders bahis firmaları and whispered, “You look good to me.”

He turned to look at her, pleasantly surprised, and replied, “Thanks.”

She was surprised herself, as she was not usually this forward. She motioned forward with her head and said, “That’s where you will want to go. It was nice meeting you, stranger.” She touched his upper arm lightly, smiled, and walked into the next villa.

“Good morning, miss. How may I assist you today?”

Jenna set her arms in the counter and said, “I would like an appointment for an hour-long, full-body massage.”

“Sure, let me go ahead and see how we can accommodate you. We have an appointment at 12, 1, and 4. Would any of those times work for you?”

“I think 1 sounds best. Do you have it available in a private, river-view gazebo?”

The clerk looked down at her screen and replied, “Yes we do, let me just go ahead and book that for you. Your masseuse will be Roma. Enter here, Villa 2, check-in, and you will be escorted to your gazebo. May I have your name?”

“Jenna.”

“Ok, great, we will see you at 1 pm, Jenna.”

Jenna had a couple of hours until her massage, so she decided to soak in the mineral baths for half an hour then go to the mud bath. She placed her belongings in a locker near the massage villas and headed to the mineral baths. Settling into a bath, she rested her head on the bank and closed her eyes. “This feels great,” she thought to herself. Her mind was in peace, mostly, and anytime the thought of work crossed her mind she immediately took deep breaths and collected herself.

After the mud bath, Jenna had an apricot-mango smoothie and continued to read. At twenty-to-one she began to walk over to the locker to gather her things before checking into her massage appointment.

“Welcome back, miss. Are you here to check-in for your appointment?”

Jenna nodded and said, “Yes, with Roma.”

The clerk smiled, stepped out from behind the counter and said, “Very well, miss Jenna, please follow me to your private gazebo.” Jenna followed the lovely young clerk, a short and slim blond with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. “Please have a seat and Roma will be right with you.” Jenna took a seat in a large and comfortable outdoor chair.

The cushions felt extremely soft on her smooth skin. She looked down at herself and realized that she had acquired a light tan that gave her skin a nice glow. Her full, chestnut-brown hair was loose and falling over her shoulders. Even makeup less, Jenna looked beautiful. Her honey eyes were of a nice almond shape, her lips a dark rose hue and slightly plump.

As she sat waiting, she noticed her masseuse coming up the walk. At once, she was taken aback by Roma’s presence. Although she was of medium height, she was striking as a taller woman would be, and her milky skin looked smooth and graceful kaçak iddaa but not pale. Her hair was a natural auburn color and her eyes a dazzling grey. She had slightly pointed, pink lips that complimented her face. When she saw Jenna looking at her, she smiled and at once Jenna felt a wave of comfort flow over her. Even in her masseuse uniform, Roma’s body looked incredible.

Her breasts were not large, at best a B-cup, but they were perky and perfectly rounded. Her small waist preceded full hips and evidently thick legs. Jenna found herself wondering what Roma’s body looked like out of the masseuse uniform and was shocked. She had never had such thoughts about a woman before.

Before she could continue thinking about this, Roma said, “Jenna, what a pleasure to meet you. Do you have a preference for an essential oil?”

Jenna smiled, nodded, and replied, “Yes, I like Vanilla Tangerine.”

“Great, I have that right here. And did you want to have cold-stones used during your massage?”

Jenna nodded. There was something both soothing and intoxicating about Roma’s voice.

“Okay, while I gather the stones please go onto the massage table. Once you disrobe and are safely and comfortably under the sheet, press the blue button and I will return.” Jenna couldn’t help but look at Roma, almost longingly, as she walked away. She shook her head and whispered, “What are you doing?” She quickly took off her dress and bikini and climbed under the sheets, pressing the blue button.

“Alright, let’s begin,” she heard Roma say soothingly. The moment she felt Roma’s fingertips on her neck, Jenna felt a charge run through her body. She shivered. “I apologize, was that too much pressure?”

Jenna, embarrassed, replied in a quiet voice, “No, not at all. It was just… I got chills.” In essence, she was not lying. Roma’s touch had sent chills down her spine. The feeling itself was all too familiar, but new at the same time. Jenna had never reacted this way to a woman. What was going on? But before Jenna had more time to think on it, she felt Roma’s fingers kneading her back, moving lower and lower.

As they reached her lower back, another charge surged through her body. This charge reached down low and she felt a rousing between her legs. As Roma worked her lower back, with large strokes and centralized pressure, her excitement grew and it was all she could do to keep from squirming. When Roma moved her hands to Jenna’s hips, to the side, Jenna shivered ever so slightly and tightened her legs.

She couldn’t help it. She felt Roma’s hands stop, but she let them rest on Jenna’s hips. “Is everything ok?” she heard Roma say, almost in a whisper. Jenna found it hard to respond and she heard a heavy breath escape her lips.

Suddenly, she felt Roma lowering herself, her lips next to Jenna’s ear. “How do you feel?” Jenna was beside herself. The rousing between her legs mounted beyond anything she could handle and kaçak bahis she felt moist.

“I… I’m… Oooohh…” That was all she could say as her breathing deepened and quickened. Roma’s hands were sliding downward, toward Jenna’s lower stomach.

“I can help you with that, too, if you’d like,” she heard Roma murmur directly into her ear, right before she felt Roma’s tender lips caressing her earlobe. Jenna’s breaths escaped with soft moans, and Roma was softly lifting her hips until Jenna’s knees were slightly bent so that Roma could access her. Roma grasped her hair lightly and tugged so that Jenna faced her, and Roma kissed her deeply, massaging Jenna’s tongue with her own.

Roma’s hands were sliding down her side, caressing her thighs, tormenting her by moving around her warm, moist furrow. Finally, Roma broke her lips from Jenna’s and pushed her sideways until Jenna was flat on her back. Roma looked down at her, smiling, as her hand wandered downward and spread Jenna’s legs.

Roma kissed Jenna’s neck, shoulders, and chest, until she finally began to enjoy her breasts with her tongue. She felt her tongue swirling around her hard nipples, gently tugging at them with her teeth from time to time. She place her index finger between her breasts and began to slowly glide it down Jenna’s body until she reached the top of her mound.

She began to run her finger around the top, lightly, until Jenna couldn’t help but writhe and thrust her hips slightly upward. At this point, Roma began kissing her deeply and easily slipped her index finger inside of her. Jenna moaned in ecstasy inside of Roma’s mouth.

A second finger was added, and Roma began to swirl them around inside of her in opposite directions. Jenna moaned more loudly and began to squirm harder. Roma began to suck on Jenna’s neck, her head tilted back moaning, hip thrust slightly upward as Roma worked her from the inside.

As Roma kissed downward, from neck, to breasts, to abdomen, her free hand roved over Jenna’s body like on a free terrain. Then Roma’s head was between her legs and she felt her tongue again, pointed, caressing her lips as her fingers continued to swirl inside of her and her other hand toyed with her breasts. Jenna was beside herself with pleasure, and she felt bliss sweeping over her as Roma’s pointed tongue darted into her vagina. She felt its warmth circling the inside of her and fingers meeting her clitoris, gently pressing down on it.

The feeling of bliss became stronger and then she realized she as coming and Roma’s mouth was receiving her sweet juices. She twisted her hips and breathed rapidly, but Roma’s did not stop pleasuring her until she finished peaking and settled back down, hyperventilating.

Roma lifted her head slightly from between Jenna’s legs and smiled as she licked her lips. “How was the pressure?”

Jenna laughed lightly, sat up, grabbed the back of Roma’s head and kissed her passionately. Pulling back, she replied, “Perfect.”

Jenna woke up on Monday morning feeling more refreshed than she could have imagined. Looking in the mirror at her naked body, post-shower, she said to herself, “I’m ready.”

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We are going through our story collection. Rewriting them in view of the fact that we now know more about the technical aspects of non-technical writing. Trying to take into account all of the constructive advice that we have been given, not on what to tell. It’s what it is and it’s 99 44/100 percent true. We may have misremembered a thing or three and we changed the dates and some proper nouns for “deniable plausibility.” Or was that “plausible deniability…” Either way – those airplanes without national insignia or registration numbers – we don’t know anything about them. (San Mateo “in the Caribbean” — February 22, 2020)

I’m Lisa and this story took place when I was 27 or thereabouts. Kristin, my brother’s wife, was a year older and mom would have been almost 50. I had two young children and mom and dad, Katherine and Gabe, came over all of the time to help out. This story is basically a lot of talk about sex, including the fact that I have a sexual relationship with my brother George that our parents are aware of. (19740aa034)

Conversations with mom (3123 words) Mom talks about my childhood babysitters who were also their playmates. (2/22/20) hetero — lesbian — oral — polyamory

We were all in our early to middle twenties when we had our children, ten of them, born in a carefully scheduled span of four years. Since we were all working we wanted to make certain that each new mother had a discrete opportunity to be a pampered queen for that final trimester. The one when you are waddling around torn between loving every minute of it and just wanting for it to be over.

Guys think that we gals are crazy. Well, we pretty much are. Just look at what we do to ourselves. I grew an entire human being inside of me. She got big and strong and then stretched the hell out of me getting out. I loved it, every bit of it. I loved feeling her there inside of me flipping and flopping around, getting bigger, getting stronger. I loved nurturing her from the milk my body created.

This probably won’t come as a terribly big surprise. If you know me and the other things that I enjoy, things like getting tied up and fist-fucked and being spit-roasted by Paul and George: Giving birth, I enjoyed it, it was so fucking intense. Guys, I love ’em, but how did the old joke go? God said to Adam, “this is what you are going to do, a child will spring forth from your body.” And Adam said, “tell you what, why don’t you just take another rib.”

We were living in “the house of ill repute,” in San Angelo, Texas. A building which 80 or so years earlier had been a brothel. It had plenty of room for seven adults to sleep between our flights. Five of us are pilots and back then those flights were always at night. It had plenty of room to play when we weren’t sleeping. We had rooms for the kids and one that we used for a nursery. We had rooms for guests who stayed over to visit. A real advantage of being polyamorous is having plenty of adults available to do different things, including watch small children.

A huge advantage of having our children in our twenties was that our parents, their grandparents, were somewhat young. Willing to come see their first, or close to first, grandchildren and possessing the stamina to stay over and watch them while we took a little bit of time to play with one another. Katherine, mine and George’s biological and Jamie’s adoptive mom, was wonderful. She understood that young parents needed a bit of private time with one another as well as with their new child.

In retrospect, while we planned it all out pretty well, we could have had a few more children. That would have been really nice, but back then we didn’t know how everything was going to work out, so we ended up being a tad conservative. With seven adults we were certain that we would be able to properly care for ten. Technically each gal had two, Paul fathered mine, Lillian and Eva’s and my brother George fathered Kristin’s and Jamie’s. In practice every child had two daddies and five mommies.

Flying the night mail the five of us had an absolutely crazy schedule. Our employer tried to keep us right up against the hard limits for flight time and duty hours. It was always a real bitch. We waited for late arrivals a whole lot, driving bahis firmaları up our duty hours. We could only cheat on the paperwork at origin. We got paid on flight time, miles actually, so all of that waiting was a big opportunity cost. Meanwhile Kristin and Eva kept our bodies and souls nourished. There is no way that would we have survived without them.

This conversation took place on one of those rare days when all the kiddos decided to cooperate and nap at the same time. Eva was busy getting something prepared. She was very busy with her ministry. I just don’t write about it very much due to the confidential nature of much of her work. I was off the next day, so I could stay up and help Kristin with dinner. Katharine, my mom, had come over to help with the babies. But since they were all asleep, or playing in the next room with Lillian, we had an opportunity to chat as we chopped vegetables for another wonderful “Kristin creation.”

Six of our ten children comprise three-quarters of mom’s grand kids. My brother Ethan and his wife Claire supplying her with the other two. But mom is more than a “honorary” grandparent for Paul’s children with sisters Eva and Lillian. She doted on them just as much as she did with his two with me and my brother George’s four with Jamie and Kristin. We always made sure that mom knew that she was “not needed, but wanted. To be an important part of their lives growing up.”

Ah, but mom… Mom is wise. Unlike Kristin and Paul’s parents who politely pretended not to notice… Mom knew that when she and dad came over and watched and played with the kids… That we weren’t discussing strategy in the room with the euphemistic sign “Corporate Headquarters” on the door. Mom understood that moi, her daughter, might be bent over a big padded table in there, our “playroom.” Bent over and spread wide, with her son, my brother George’s, beautiful hard penis up my ass and pounding away. Well, if I was lucky.

Mom came over because she loves her grandkids and her kids and her adoptive kids, my family. She came over and helped because she wanted to make sure that we had some time together. Not just me and Jamie that the world sees as a couple, but all seven of us. She knows and she understands. She talks to me about it and everything else. Eva and Lillian have a really cool mom. I have loved her since I was a little kid coming over to their house read in their library. But I am really biased, I can’t imagine a better mom than the one that I have.

As mom and I were cutting up ingredients for the filling and Kristin was making the crust for Welsh Pasties, mom asked me if I remembered my “aunties,” as she called them. We had lived with Judith, my father’s sister, in my grandparent’s house until I went to grade school. But that wasn’t what mom meant. Mom had two sisters who were also my aunts. She didn’t mean them either. At least I didn’t believe so when the conversation started. She meant their “playmates” from back in San Antonio, my “aunties” Becca, Nora and Shel.

I had heard variations of the story so many times that I wasn’t certain what I remembered from repetitious telling and what I actually remembered first-hand. When we were little my aunties had watched me and my brothers at times and played with us. Shel was still around as was mom’s older sister Margaret, my real aunt. But Becca and Nora had sadly drifted away over the intervening years.

“That must have been so cool,” said Kristin. “Being raised at an ongoing orgy.”

“It wasn’t like that,” mom said.

“She knows,” I said, “besides, our kids are growing up in a brothel.”

“An old brothel,” said Kristin, “one that isn’t open for business anymore.”

“At least not to the general public,” I said with a grin.

“That’s bad,” mom said smiling, “you have to be pretty awful at business to fail at running a brothel in west Texas.”

Kristin snickered.

“Actually, what we did was pretty much like what you are doing now,” mom said, “Gabe…”

Gabriel and Katherine are my mom and dad’s given names.

“Gabe and I come over and watch the children while you guys retreat to your little room. Your private sanctuary and have a wonderful time in each other’s arms and inside each other’s kaçak iddaa bodies. It reenergizes you and makes you ready to face a whole new set of challenges.”

“I told you it was cool,” said Kristin. “I grew up in a diner.”

That was true. Kristin’s mom was widowed when Kristin was a child. She doesn’t remember her father. Miss Sherry, as the sign on “Miss Sherry’s Diner” proclaimed, was the single mother of two running a business in the 1950’s and 60’s. People in a small town can be downright mean at times. I have always found it amazing that so many proclaim to know everything about others while remaining blissfully unaware of all the things others swear to be true about them. Kristin’s childhood was very different from the way that I was raised and the way that we raised our children.

“I imagine millions of young couples do it,” mom said.

“I don’t know,” Kristin said, “look how ornery so many folks are. Not enough nookie…”

“Well,” I said, quoting Bob Dylan, “too much of nothin’ makes a fella mean.”

“True enough,” said mom.

“This is just great,” Kristin said, “I love talking like this.”

“We were all just starting out,” mom said, “Gabe and I had the first children in our little group, You know how young women are with babies, everyone wanted to come over and see you and help. Nora was my best friend and her guy was balking on the whole settle down and get married thing. She actually lived with us for a while.”

This was new, I knew that Margaret had lived with them and so had Becca at times. One third of grandpa’s ranch was to be dad’s. But Aunt Judy had staged a little coup when dad and Uncle Mike went overseas to fight Hitler and Tojo. When they came back, she was firmly in charge of the place. Hired help loyal only to her had replaced her brothers. I don’t know how much of her tiff with dad was really about my “aunties.” I suspect her indignity was simply a cover for her ambition.

Grandpa Nicholas was the wrong audience to play that tune to. He saw through everyone’s bullshit. He let her run the place because she was good at it. But he wasn’t going to give her more than her two brothers. Her outrage backfired completely, dad probably ended up being admired more based on her exaggerated assessments of his romantic and sexual prowess.

“I don’t remember Nora living with us,” I said.

‘You were little,” mom said, “she had lived with us before you were born. She was in love with her brother. He went off to fight in the 36th with your father…”

The T-patch, 36th Infantry Division, was made up of Texans. It landed in the south of France right after D-day and fought up through Provence and Dijon to Alsace and into Bavaria.

“He loved her, but at first he couldn’t deal with the pressure. Having to hide his feelings for her from everyone, or almost everyone. He married someone else and she came to live with us for a while. Then she flitted back and forth between being with them as a third and being with us. Eventually they all learned to cope with what to say and do and how to act and she finally worked things out with them.”

“Damn,” Kristin said.

“Nora really loved you, Lisa,” mom said, “and like most of us gals, she wanted her own. Like most of us she was lied to, told she couldn’t. But more importantly he was lied to…”

“It’s okay mom,” I said, “I’m happy. Paul is wonderful…”

“I know…”

“Nobody really knows,” I said, “besides, you have more grandkids this way.”

“No, I have twelve either way,” she said.

I had wanted to bear George’s children, really wanted to once. But we didn’t because we were afraid it could be harmful. Now I felt really guilty about it, because Paul was such a wonderful dad. But then after we decided not to I felt good. Feeling that I did what was empirically safer. What was less likely to cause harm. That is until I spoke with an actual geneticist who told me I hadn’t. That going back a few generations we were all cousins anyway… I know that is an oversimplification of a complicated equation. But not knowing most of the variables – the problem is currently unsolvable.

“She wanted Gabe to knock her up,” mom said.

“Really,” I said.

“Shit, girl,” Kristin said, kaçak bahis “do you have halfies running around?”

“No,” mom said. “It was hard–“

“Oh, I bet it was,” Kristin said with a smile.”

This time mom snickered. “See, we loved Nora—”

“We?” I said.

“We… Loved Nora, as I said she was my best friend,” mom repeated. “Nora loved her brother. Gabe and I talked about it. We would have happily accepted her into a triad. But we also thought that she should work out all of her issues with him first, for her sake. Well, and for your fathers.”

Yeah, I thought, dad isn’t the kind of guy who would be very keen on having a child who didn’t live with him and that he could only see part of the time.

“Before… Back when we weren’t trying to get pregnant, it was all so free and easy. Nora and I would wake you dad up in the morning by playing with his penis—”

“This is too much,” Kristin said giggling. “Oh… But please continue.”

“He rather enjoyed it,” mom said.

“I’m sure he did, “I said with a huge grin.

I realized the symmetry of nature I was here in the kitchen with my brother’s wife, someone I am happy to love and share my brother George with. By brother whom I enjoy waking up by fellating. I am talking to my mother who twenty-five or thirty years ago shared my father with her best friend Nora. Nora who loved her brother and who enjoyed waking my father with a nice warm, wet blow-job. True symmetry, or something pretty close to it…

“She and I would take turns very softly taking him into our mouths and getting him nice and hard without waking him. It was a really fun game. If we went slow we would get him hard and rolled back and have him moaning just a little in his sleep. Moving his hips involuntarily without waking up. We could get him right to the brink of an orgasm before he woke up. Sometimes it seemed like he only truly became consciously aware of what we were doing with him as he ejaculated into one of us, or on one of us.”

“Sounds like fun,” Kristin said.

“Grab a notepad,” I said, looking at Kristin.

“Somehow I don’t think you two really need one,” mom said. “At times we blindfolded your dad and played ‘guess who is blowing me.’ I can explain the rules if you want.”

“Oh, I can probably guess the rules,” Kristin said.

“At first it was really easy for Gabe to guess. Because we had different techniques. But then we started to closely watch what the other one was doing, and we copied each other. We made it…” Mom paused, and smiled, “Harder… Harder to guess, sometimes it took two or three times for him to get it right.”

“Of course, it occurred to you,” Kristin said, “that by not knowing he got multiple blow-jobs.”

“Sure, honey… It was all part of the fun and games. We left him spent.”

“Spent but happy,” I opined.

“And we shared his offering,” mom said.

“As in…” I said, although I knew.

“We kissed and she shared with me.”

“You know,” Kristin said, “the very first time that your son came in my mouth. I shared it with Lisa, and Jamie, my two new ‘sisters.'”

“That was such a sweet thing to do,” mom said. She wasn’t being sarcastic, even though mom is fluent in sarcasm. She really meant it. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

“It meant a lot to me,” I said.

“I’m certain it did,” mom said. “It was an acknowledgment of the fact that all three of you gals were together with each other as much as with him, that you share quite literally absolutely everything.”

“Philosophy and Fellatio,” I said.

“And it tastes really good, too,” Kristin said, smiling.

“That it does,” mom said, returning her smile.

“I wouldn’t think that Gabe would go for being tied up,” Kristin said.

“Well, first up Gabe is a confident secure guy,” mom said, “there isn’t anything that he is afraid of. Second I didn’t say that we tied him up. I said that we blindfolded him and that we gave him blow jobs and rode cowgirl on him while he wore a blindfold and that he had to guess which one of us it was. He got really good at it too.”

“With practice,” I opined.

“Lots and lots of practice,” mom said, “But you guys are doing better than we did.”

“Really how so?” Kristin asked.

“You make sure that you don’t lose anybody along the way like we did.”

I thought that to the extent that her assessment is correct. It was because we had such a great teacher.

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2 Moms, 2 Sons, 1 Hot Night Pt. IV

The next morning Robert and I awoke early and with raging hard-ons. As we tugged them under our blankets, we fretted about not getting anymore sex.

“Hey, let’s go find our moms before my dad gets here,” he said.

“Great,” I replied.

When we tried sneaking into my mom’s room, she wasn’t there. We figured they were downstairs so, very naked with cocks high and hard, we headed downstairs hoping for an early morning fuck. But just as we got downstairs we heard my uncle’s voice coming from the kitchen. Fuck! we thought. He was already here! In a panic, we quickly flew upstairs to get dressed. When we came downstairs, Floyd greeted us warmly while our mom’s looked a little concerned. There eyes were almost begging we wouldn’t say or do anything stupid. If they’d only known we almost did! We soon all went about our business for the day. I’ve often wondered what might have happened had Robert and I actually come into the kitchen naked and hard. What would Floyd’s reaction have been if he’d seen us and known that in his absence, his own wife and sister had fucked their teenaged sons the night before! We would have all been lynched!

During our last couple of days at the cabin, I kept pestering mom in private. “Can’t we get away from Uncle Floyd?” She’d just let out a sigh and look away. She had really opened a can of something or other. Two teenage boys with raging hormones, and raging cocks, looking for some maternal comfort. On our last full day there, mom tried to work something out. With my uncle fidgeting around the house, mom took Barbara to one side and they began whispering.

A few minutes later I heard my aunt say “Come on Robert!”, and mom then informed Floyd “We’re all going to go out for awhile.”

“Where?” he canlı bahis asked.

“For a walk,” she replied.

“Not inviting me?” he replied.

“Well, it’s just that you’re busy and -“

“Okay, okay,” he said and then laughed.

Once out the door and heading into the woods, I asked mom where we were going.

“To a secluded spot I remember seeing the other day,” she answered.

“Why?” Robert asked.

“Well, we thought you might like to have your cocks sucked on again,” she replied.

Robert and I got all bug-eyed excited, while mom smiled and shook her head, and my aunt giggled. A few minutes later mom pointed out an area that had a big fallen tree. There was no way we could fuck out there with all the sticks and dirt but in the warm air, both Robert and I undressed, stripping out of our shorts and underwear to the approving eyes and smiles of our moms.

We were young but athletic and in good shape, and as we stripped for mom and Barbara, our cocks rapidly grew hard.

We placed our shorts on the tree and sat down on them to try and get a little comfortable. Both our mom’s were in jeans, and simply knelt down on their knees in front of us; mom in front of me, and Barbara in front of Robert. Mom took my hard cock in hand, caressing it and playing with my balls.

“My son has become such a MAN,” mom moaned while feeling my cock. “A man. A STUD! They’re BOTH studs, huh Barbara.”

“Mmm hmm,” Barbara replied despite a mouthful of her son’s cock. Mom then took my cock in her mouth, sucking the head, licking the shaft, licking my balls, and even taking them into her mouth. Mom left a trail of saliva dripping from the cockhead down to my sparsely-pubed root. Both Robert and I loved every minute of receiving our maternal head, but then mom bahis siteleri took her mouth off of my cock and nudged Barbara who was busy licking and kissing her son’s cockhead.

“Let’s switch,” mom said.

Mom crawled in front of Robert to get at his cock while Barbara flashed me a smile and dropped to her knees, took my cock in hand and began licking mom’s saliva off of it. She nibbled on my cock, licking the shaft, kissing the cockhead, taking it in her warm mouth, sucking me like a lollipop as her hand pumped the glistening shaft.

Meanwhile, mom was really going to town on Robert’s prick. Her mouth was stretched wide thanks to his girth, as she deep throated him, frantically working her mouth up and down the dark shaft like the pro she was. Neither Robert nor I could hold out much longer and began moaning our approval over these wonderful blowjobs. Finally Mom took her mouth off of Robert’s cock, and with it aimed at her face, began to fist him rapidly.

“Ooooh, yeah!” mom moaned. “Come on, Robert! Cum for Auntie Susan! Cum!

Cuuuumm! Give me all your sperm from your BIG COCK!”

He was groaning loudly nearing orgasm, as was I since Barbara was fisting me while moaning around my cockhead in her mouth. As I moaned louder, holding Barbara’s head, she moaned with me, as I was about to cum down her throat.

Finally, Robert and I screamed as the intensity of our orgasms hit us. Robert shot a gallon of cum up into mom’s face. She let out a laugh as his hot sticky cum splashed on her cheeks, her nose, her lips and dripped off her chin. Just then I shot my load into my aunt’s hungry mouth and down her throat as she gulped down my hot cum like it was water. Barbara took each and every last drop I had to offer, squeezing it out of me and into her mouth. Meanwhile, bahis şirketleri mom was scooping up Robert’s cum to feed to herself.

“Mmm,” mom moaned. “”You taste SO GOOD!” Here Barbara,” she said giving her sister-in-law a finger to lick her own son’s cum off of.

“Mmm,” Barbara moaned. “My boy DOES taste good!”

“How did your nephew taste?” mom asked her.

“Oh, he tasted GREAT! They both do!”

“So, what do you say to your moms and aunts for this nice surprise this afternoon?” mom asked us.

“Thank you.” “Yeah, thanks.” We happily replied.

“Can we do it again?” Robert asked.

“Not now,” mom replied.

“Yes, we have to get back,” Barbara said. “You know your father. He’ll start getting worried.”

With that, both Robert and I dressed and fifteen minutes later were back at the cabin.

“Did you have a nice walk?” my uncle asked, as we entered.

“Very nice,” Barbara replied. If he only knew that just a few minutes earlier his wife had given their nephew a blowjob!

We all left for home the next day. Midway through our drive, my uncle stopped to get gas and with the rest of us in the car, mom turned to Barbara and said, “Maybe we can all get together before school starts up again.”

Barbara’s eyes lit up: “Ooooo! Okay,” she said in that spacy-little girl way of hers. Robert and I smiled. “When?” he asked.

“Well, we’ll see,” mom replied. “Hopefully soon.”

When they dropped us off at our house, we all said our goodbyes with a round of hugs and kisses. Hugging Barbara, as she kissed my cheek, I licked hers! Pulling away she seemed shocked but she looked at me with a little smile and big, dancing brown eyes that seemed to say “I liked that, you evil young man, you!” It was all I could do to keep from giggling and attracting attention, but it was also my way of thanking her. I got to fuck my dark, sexy aunt not only in her cunt, but also her ass, AND she sucked my cock! I got to cum in ALL her holes!

To Be Continued…

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© 2015 Sal De Klerk & Co-author, All Rights Reserved

Revised 4/2020

Edited by ElmerStudd

Authors Note:

I plan on writing 8-10 chapters. Six have been finished and uploaded. The rest are coming.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including Roleplay, anal sex, voyeurism, and more. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.

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On my way home, I got a text from Rikki. Pulling over I read it:

Rikki: Client needs me in Vegas. Catching 7:20 flight tonight. Will be home in 2-3 days. Love you and miss you.

Denny: Miss you more. Hurry back or I might have to let Jane keep me warm at night.

I had teased her about taking Jane into our bed before when she went away at the last moment and it was always a joke before. But this time I licked my lips knowing that I could have her all to myself when the girls weren’t around.

I was a little shocked by Rikki’s reply:

Rikki: Maybe I’ll get a 19 yo bellboy to fluff my pillows and give me cream for my coffee.

In the past, her reply was usually something like ‘try it buster and you’ll be the new Bobbitt.’ This response was different and I was curious as to why, so I called her, but she wouldn’t answer. I didn’t leave a message. I didn’t know how to go about asking her if she was serious about making me a cuckold, while she was in Vegas, in a voicemail. Besides I really shouldn’t be jealous, since I’d made her into a cuckquean.

I drove home and saw Jane’s car parked in the driveway. Walking in I saw she was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed the back of her neck. Leaning back, she sighed and held my hands on her waist. I whispered into her ear, “I guess you know Rikki is in Vegas so we have all night to be together.”

I felt Jane’s knees buckle as I spoke and my hands slid up and grabbed her breasts as I rubbed my hard cock into her ass. “How about I bend you over right here and now and fuck that sweet pussy of yours, so while we’re eating dinner with the girls, my cum is dribbling down your sexy legs,” I continued, as I started to pull up her skirt to have my way with her.

“We’re home,” Lizzy yelled as she entered the house from parking her Vespa in the garage.

I jumped away from Jane who quickly fixed her skirt. I whispered to her, “We’ll continue this later!”

Dejectedly I headed to my man cave to see if I could pull up the recordings from last night in the hallway outside my bedroom. For some reason, it hadn’t occurred to me to look this morning. Maybe since I was sexually sated, after the sex Olympics I’d starred in last night, I didn’t feel the need to look. But now, after thinking about Emily and her mom most of the day, then seeing Lizzy and Claire dressed like mall rats, and then rubbing on Jane’s sexy ass and feeling her wonderful tits, I was as horny as a schoolboy on prom night.

Logging into the system, I pulled up all feeds from last night and played them back simultaneously. It was hard to see the details in the dozen small boxes that covered the screen, adding to the difficulty, the cameras were in security mode, so everything was tinted green in night vision.

Watching carefully for any movement, I saw myself checking on the girls and then entering my bedroom. Several minutes went by before the girls left Lizzy’s bedroom. Pulling up the one camera, I could see that they were both naked. As they walked down the hall, they were whispering and giggling together. They stopped outside my bedroom door and all conversation stopped. By their body language, I could tell that they were listening to something and I wondered if the walls were thin enough for our salacious antics to be easily heard. Lizzy started to reach for the door, Claire was shaking her head no, but she didn’t try to stop Lizzy or walk away.

When Lizzy pushed the door open, light from my bedroom flooded the hall so that the camera switched to regular mode. Now I could see both of their naked bodies. It was the first time I had seen either of them naked as adults. They were simply extraordinary. Long lean supple legs, smooth unblemished skin, flat taut stomachs, and shaved pubes. Lizzy had breasts that were noticeably bigger than her mothers, with huge brown areola and short stubby nipples. Claire was more petite than Lizzy from her years of dance. Due to all the exercise, she had small but firm breasts. The areola covered almost half of her breasts and her nipples were unbelievably long and hard. Claire was long and lithe, with prominent hip bones and you could see the start of a six-pack in her abs. Lizzy, on the other hand, was almost a foot shorter, but she had much more pronounced curves.

Watching the girls made me regret that I hadn’t gotten a camera for my bedroom. Being able to edit those two shots together would have been very hot. As I watched the girls, I saw Lizzy reach over to Claire and put an arm around her neck, pulling canlı bahis şirketleri her close. Claire’s hands reached out and started to rub Lizzy’s breasts as Lizzy did the same to Claire. They both stood there transfixed as Rikki and I fucked in our marital bed.

Claire was the first to move her hand down Lizzy’s body and began to rub her slit. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see her hand rubbing my daughter’s pussy since the camera angle was too high to get their lower bodies in this position. As I watched the playback, I also adjusted the camera angle so that it would now capture anyone in front of my bedroom door from knees to face.

As soon as Claire started to rub Lizzy’s slit, Lizzy bit her bottom lip and pinched Claire’s nipples. Claire’s mouth opened in a moan. I made a mental note to find out about adding audio to the system and maybe even adding a few more cameras. After that it was free for all, the girl’s hands were roaming and exploring each other’s bodies, they were even kissing and fucking each other’s mouths with their tongues. My erection was now painful and I was about to take it out to get some relief when I heard Jane yell, “dinner!”

“I’ll be right down,” I yelled back. I turned back to the screen as Claire pulled the door closed, They giggled and then quickly headed downstairs, instead of back to bed. Switching the view back to all cameras, I watched them move through several parts of the house until they reappeared on the pool deck.

Remembering that Jane was asleep naked in the pool house, I started to worry a bit and wondered what was going on. Lizzy and Claire eased their naked bodies into the pool. I smiled, thinking that Emily must have mentioned the skinny dipping parties, so the girls wanted to experience skinny dipping. I began to try and figure out a way to get everyone to join in a skinny dipping party and even at some point I could make the pool a clothes-free zone. I shuddered at the idea of my Mother-In-Law swimming naked. Rikki once told me that she suspected that her parents didn’t even shower naked. I laughed every time I saw them in their old fashioned swimsuits from the 1920s when a woman could get arrested for a swimsuit that was too far above the knee and men wore one-piece suits that covered them from the shoulders to the knees.

As I watched Lizzy and Claire splash around, I saw Emily walk onto the pool deck. My jaw dropped since she was completely naked too. Emily was a tall slender blond, with tits about the size of a soup bowl with nice puffy areola and nipples. Her pubic hair was shaved into a lighting bolt. She was not quite as skinny as Claire, but not as curvy as Lizzy. She was somewhere in between and very sexy. When I started to study her breasts, I realized that I was right. Suzette and Emily were the ones I saw sharing a cock. I wondered if Suzette’s husband knew she was sucking dick with her daughter. I kind of hoped he did and would invite me to be a recipient of a world-class blow job from these two ladies. Knowing everyone was waiting for me, I fast-forwarded the video until I nearly creamed my pants.

On the screen, all three girls got out of the pool. Emily put a towel on the ground and then laid down on top of the towel, She raised her left leg into the air. Then Claire put a towel down and put her head on Emily’s right thigh, Claire’s mouth was closer to Emily’s pussy than a fish is to water. Finally, Lizzy put her towel down and put herself in the same position as Claire, but her head was on Claire’s thigh and Emily put her head on Lizzy’s thigh. Once they were all in position, they began to feast on each other’s wet pussy.

I had to shut off the video, otherwise, I would have needed to change my pants. Taking several deep breaths I hurried down to the table and joined my two new employees and Jane for dinner. During dinner, Claire and Lizzy told Jane that I had hired them and Emily to work for me, then went off on how they would spend their newly found wealth. Jane and I looked at each other, knowing they were in for a rude awakening when they saw how little they would be making.

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After an uneventful dinner, the girls cleared the table. As they were picking up the dirty dishes, they told us they were going over to Emily’s to watch a movie. “Be home by midnight,” I told them.

Jane and I took a bottle of wine and went out to the pool deck to relax and chat. As we sat down, Jane’s cell phone rang, and looking at it she told me, “It’s Rikki.” Answering it, “Hey sexy, what’s up?” And off they went. Whenever Jane and Rikki got on the phone, they spent hours talking.

“I’m going inside for a bit,” I told Jane as she gabbed away to Rikki. Returning to my man cave, I finished watching the girls sapphic love fest on the same pool deck I had just stood on. Saving the file and uploading it to my secret cloud account, I switched to the live feed. Using my camera to spy on the neighbors again, looking to see if I could catch the girls in some hot canlı kaçak iddaa girl on girl action. I was not entirely disappointed. I could only see Suzette, but she was naked, sitting in a chair with a vibrator shoved partially into her pussy. I could see her tits shaking from the vibrations and there was a male arm in the window, holding a stopwatch.

As I watched Suzette, I saw all three girls enter the room. All of them wearing nothing but ropes. The ropes were wrapped loosely around their necks, then encircled their breasts and then ran down between their legs. They dropped to all fours and crawled toward the man who was out of sight with the stopwatch. I really couldn’t see what they were doing, but I suspected the lucky dude was getting a triple teen blow-job. I moaned and started to reach for my cock when there was a knock at the door. Groaning In frustration, I minimized the camera feed and put the monitor to sleep, hiding my voyeuristic hobby, “Come in,” I called out.

Jane walked in, still on the phone. “Yeah, I found him. Hold on…” She sat on the couch and put the phone on the coffee table, hitting the speaker button.

“Tell Denny what you told me,” Rikki said to Jane.

Jane took a deep breath, and said, “this new guy is living in the apartment next to mine. He creeps me out. He’s made a few comments to me about Claire and my nieces…” I had met Jane’s nieces several times, they were sweet girls and looked a lot like their older cousin, Claire.

“What did he say?” I asked her.

“He commented on how sexy Claire looked in her dance outfits and then mentioned that my nieces were very pretty girls.”

“Jane, let me be honest, I have to agree with him. Claire does look sexy in her dance outfits. The leggings show off her long, muscular, yet shapely legs, and her firm small buttocks. And those leotards cover her like she’s wearing a coat of paint. A few of them are so tight that it’s easy to see the outline of her nipples and areola. Not to mention that every single one she owns is a thong and some of those leggings aren’t exactly opaque.”

“Listen to you dirty old man,” Rikki said, “stop leering at the barely legal girls and listen for once will you.” I could tell Rikki was only partially joking and something serious was going on. I shut my mouth and let Jane continue.

“It wasn’t the words, it was how he said it. His tone of voice and the way he was leering at me made me very uncomfortable. When I got into my apartment, I went online and Googled him.” She handed me her phone and showed me a picture of a guy in a newspaper, which read, ‘Local man released after 10 years.’ “The guy is a convicted sex offender. He raped a girl while her mom and sisters watched. I don’t want to live next door to him. That’s why I’ve been sleeping here most nights since you moved.”

“Honestly I don’t want to live on a planet with a person like that,” I said, considering what I would do to someone who did something like that to Rikki, Lizzy, Jane, or Claire. Trying to hold my temper and not grab a gun to go kill the sick son of a bitch, I told Jane “You know you can sleep here anytime you want. We have extra bedrooms. We can make one of them yours and another could be Claire’s, that’s no problem.”

Rikki spoke up, “I was thinking of something a bit more permanent. The girls will be leaving for college come August, leaving Jane in that apartment alone, with that fuckin’ scumbag right next door. Not a good situation for her to be in.”

“So Jane can move in here with us. Hell, I don’t think Claire has slept in your apartment in over a month. Why the hell not. We can go get your stuff this weekend. We’ll use my delivery truck and I can get some of the guys from my shop to help out,” I proposed.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Rikki said. “What do you think Jane?”

Jane looked at me, her eyes filled with worry. Reading her body language, I knew exactly what she was thinking. I reached out and pulled her to her feet, wrapping my arms around her. I whispered into her ear, so Rikki wouldn’t hear, “No strings attached. Whatever happens between us, in the future, you are welcome to live here as long as you want.” I felt her body relax, and she pressed against me hugging me tightly.

“Hey what’s going on? Why are you two so quiet?” Rikki asked.

“Janes giving me a hug and I’m trying to kiss her,” I said in jest.

Jane swatted me on the ass so hard that Rikki could hear it. “Good for you Jane, keep that husband of mine in line,” she laughed.

I think it’s settled, she’ll be staying here the rest of the week and this weekend we’ll move her in.” I said, not letting Jane go and rubbing my still erect dick on her.

“I gotta go,” Rikki said “my client is here. I’ll call you tomorrow honey, I love you.”

“I love you more,” I replied as she hung up.

As soon as the connection was broken, I grabbed Jane by the upper arms and kissed her hard on her mouth. My tongue pushed into her mouth canlı kaçak bahis and began to explore. She stood there not helping or hindering my advances. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I can’t. Not if I’m going to be living here. I can’t, I won’t do that to Rikki. She’s like a sister to me and I can’t be my sister’s husband’s other woman, especially if I’m living with them.”

I let go of her. “I love my wife. I won’t do anything to hurt her, but I also love you and want to be with you.”

“I love you too Denny,” she whispered, looking at me sadly.

“Then tonight we’ll be lovers, tomorrow we’ll figure out the rest of our lives,” I told her, sitting down on the couch and holding out my arms inviting her to come and sit on my lap.

“Not here, not now. I need to shower and I bought something for you today. Meet me in my bedroom in a half-hour.”

“Use the master bath…” I started to say.

Jane shook her head no. “No! I will NOT spoil your marital bed. My room.” She turned on her heel and left. I glanced at my watch and figured I had time to kill. I woke up the monitor, and pulled up the camera feed I was viewing, finding that the screen was empty. Rewinding the feed to where I shut it off, I started watching again. Suzette was in the recliner, tied to it, I noticed for the first time, as the vibe ran full force inside her. The girls were presumably still kneeling before the unknown male, apparently sucking his cock. Soon the three girls crawled out of the room, followed by the man, leaving Suzette alone. I maxed out the camera’s zoom focusing on her and watched as she shuddered through several orgasms. It was strange to see her mouth screaming in pleasure and pain and not hearing anything.

I soon lost count of how many times she’d cum. Soon Emily crawled into the room and using her mouth alone, she untied her mother, removed the vibrator, and then began to lick her mom clean of all the cum that had oozed out of her tortured pussy. My head was spinning. I had to get to know these people and get in on these games, with Jane and Rikki. I just didn’t know how to broach the subject with people who were practically strangers. Emily Post never included how to ask your new neighbors about their sex life in any of her etiquette guides.

Once Suzette was fairly clean she got on all fours and crawled out of the room following Emily. Saving this new footage with all the others, I shut everything down and headed to Jane’s bedroom. Stopping at her door, I knocked, not wanting her to think I was going to barge in every time I wanted her.

“I need a few more minutes,” she called out to me. So I went to the pool deck and got the wine and glasses we had taken out, then headed back inside. When I got back to her room the door was ajar. Stopping for a deep breath to steel my nerves, I nudged the door open with my foot and walked in. It was all I could do to not drop the wine and glasses when I saw Jane.

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My first crush had been on Barbara Eden, watching ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ in reruns on Saturday afternoons. Jane was wearing the sexiest Jeannie costume I had ever seen. The entire thing was diaphanous and she looked even better than Barbara Eden did in the outfit. There was even a replica of Jeannie’s bottle on the nightstand. Jane smiled at my reaction and then in an almost perfect imitation of Barbara Eden, she said “For over 2000 years I’ve been in that bottle. And then… ” She stepped over to me and took my hand in hers, raising it to her lips, she kissed it very lightly “…Then this hand released me. Oh, when I saw thy wise face, I cannot tell thee how much happiness thou hast brought to me.”

I groaned and sat on her bed as my knees went weak hearing those lines from the premiere episode. I was at a loss for words. I was drinking in this beautiful woman, who was bringing one of my longest and most frequent fantasies to life. “I…I…I…don’t…not sure…what…to do.”

“Thou hast set me free. That means that I am free to please thee. And I am going to please thee very much,” Jane said, as she dropped to her knees. She unfastened my belt and pulled it free from my pants. She draped the belt around her neck and then started to open my pants. Pulling them down was too difficult for her until I lifted my ass off the bed. She pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles and left them there, not bothering to remove my shoes. My erection jumped for joy when it was released from its cloth prison and we both looked at it wide-eyed, not believing how big it had grown.

As she took it into her hand, she went on in character “Somehow I must find a way to please thee, Master.” That’s all it took, I was hers. She licked my dick from the base of the shaft to the head, then circled the head of my shaft with her tongue. Soon she took my whole dick into her mouth and started to give me the best blow job I had ever experienced. Her head bobbed up and down, her teeth lightly scraped the skin of my dick and her tongue was touching every part of it at once, never staying still. I fell back onto the bed, my brain unable to control my muscles as it was overwhelmed with the visual, audible, and tactile pleasures flooding it.

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I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.

This is the ninth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last four years.

Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.

*****

Chapter 14

“Jane! What the…” Maureen removed her robe and draped it over me as I got out of the car.

I was still dressed in sheer teddy I wore for Poole.

“I told him Maureen. Either he tells me that he loves me or…” I started to cry again.

“Good for you Jane.” Maureen consoled me.

Sadly hot cocoa only helps so much and Grandmothers can only do so much as well.

“Things will be better in the morning, you’ll see.” She said.

The door opened and little feet quickly made their way to my bed. I looked up to find Lela standing over me.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I teased.

“I brought you some clothes to wear.” Lela smiled.

“Did you now?” I sat up exposing the sheer teddy I slept in.

“Or we could stay here and play hooky.” Lela reached out and caressed my breast.

“I would prefer that but I’m not going to make it that easy on Poole.” I replied.

“Ok, then I’ll go to work with you.” Lela said without a care.

It was a bit of a drive to the office. Lela talked and listened to every radio station Poole had stored in memory. No two stations were alike and I was surprised when she ended up with sports.

“Why did you take Poole’s car?” Lela asked looking around inside.

“The keys were on the counter so I decided to take this instead of my car.” I admitted.

“It’s so old.” Lela laughed.

“Yeah it is.” I agreed.

It was a 1987 Ford Taurus station wagon that Poole drives almost exclusively. Impeccably maintained and cared for it is none the less just a grocery getter. People tease him endlessly about it but I don’t think he’ll ever get rid of it.

Poole says it fits him, and in many ways it does.

…

“Jane.” Poole looked up at me as I stood in line for inspection.

“Timothy.” I replied coolly.

The gasp from the other girls were more notable than when I walked in wearing regular clothes. I was wearing shorts, a blouse, and insisted on wearing a bra. Even Lela thought that was a bit too much.

“Only got one name. Poole.” My uncle corrected me.

“Actually you don’t.” I reminded him sarcastically.

“So that’s the way it’s going to be?” Poole asked quietly.

“I just turned in my notice.” I looked back at Max. “I have some vacation time coming. Unless I hear differently, Friday will be my last day.”

Poole looked at Max. “Is that right?”

So as not to make a bigger scene Max just held up the paper.

“Lela invited me to lunch I may be late getting back. You can dock my pay as you see fit.” I lifted my eyes and looked forward standing at attention.

“Go ahead get it out of your system.” Poole leaned back and laughed.

So that’s how my week started.

…

“Maureen the food is great.” I said to her as we watched Lela frolic in the pool.

“It is, isn’t it?” My grandmother bragged.

“Mom says you really enjoy it here.” I suggested.

“She’s just happy I’m not living with her.” Maureen laughed. “Seriously I wished I would have come sooner.”

“So you do like it here?”

“Absolutely. The golf course is right here, the city is just a short shuttle away.” Maureen pointed out. “As you know the food is great, and I have friends to spend time with.”

“Well the pool and common areas are really impressive.” I offered. “I see they have activities you can sign up for.”

“Of course, movies, bingo, cards, poker, you name it, we even have a few entertainers stop in. Maureen boasted. “However I will admit we seem to miss Wilma.”

“Wilma?” I repeated.

“Oh goodness, yes. Never stopped talking that one. Although I didn’t care for her much, the others seemed to like her.” Maureen shook her head. “Gave them something to gossip about or complain or just well, someone to listen to.”

“Did she pass away?” I asked politely.

“Wilma? Nah some old fool stepped up and asked her to marry him. Guess he didn’t own a radio?”

Maureen and I laughed. Since they got married they no longer qualified to live at this center. I went and got Lela and after she hustled me for more time we left a half hour later.

Leaving Poole’s car at work Bobby drove me back to Maureen’s. She left a note letting me know she was at a play with some friends. I made myself some dinner and then called the girls.

Cassie admonished me for being so demanding. Cody supported me completely.

…

I illegal bahis looked down and a dark brown hand moved over my tit. I shifted back to find Lela completely naked.

“Does your mother know you’re in here?” I turned over to kiss Lela.

“Mom sent me in to wake you up.” Lela giggled. “She going to make breakfast in a little bit.”

“So why are you naked?” My hands caressed Lela’s body.

“I need to make sure you’re really awake.” Lela started removing my top. “Hurry we don’t have much time.”

I pushed my panties down as Lela moved in for a passionate kiss. Kicking the panties off, I moved to my side facing Lela. Knowing time was against us I still wanted to enjoy the moment.

I pulled up from the kiss and grazed Lela’s dark brown nipple with my pink one. Lela smiled happily. I caressed her stomach as I moved my hand lower to between her legs. Pulling me down to kiss her again Lela spread her legs thrusting her pelvis up to greet my probing fingers.

“Please Jane.” Lela moaned before our lips met.

Lela spread her legs wide so I slipped two fingers in her juicy snatch. Lela’s pussy thrusted up, she moaned, and then her whole body gave a quick shudder.

“Shhh, my darling, we’re not in that big of a hurry.” I teased Lela.

My fingers pulled out slightly and Lela settled back in the bed. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips then slipped my fingers back in her pussy.

“You’re so wet Princess.” I taunted her.

Lela glowed in happiness as my fingers worked deeper. When her back arched I leaned down and sucked on her nipple. Lela ccaressed my back and offered me all of her tit. I raked my teeth over her soft flesh and nibbled her stiff nub.

It didn’t take long for Lela’s breath to become rapid and shallow. I enjoyed watching her brown body writhe as my fingers continued to work their magic. Lela gripped my arm hard trying not to announce her excitement. Only the softest of squeaks and moans, told of her impending climax.

“Jane!” Lela gasped as her body contorted against the brunt of her orgasm.

Lela pulled me tight her lips desperate to find my tongue as her legs clamped shut. Lela held me not wanting to let go. I pulled up from her lips and looked into her eyes.

“Are you awake yet?” I teased her

I moved over Lela, my tit’s dangling just before her mouth. Placing one leg between hers and one over her thigh. Lela looked at my glistening cunt and then smiled at me. She shifted as I brushed my juicy pussy over her extended clit and her body quivered in response.

“Jane.” Lela whimpered.

The dark brown lips of her pussy mashed against the pink folds of mine. We had done this many times before and we soon found ourselves in a familiar position. Lela early on learned a special move. Shifting slightly Lela tugged her lips open letting my clit settle within the pink insides of her greasy pussy.

“Cum for me Jane.” Lela demanded. “Let me feel you cum in my pussy.”

“Oh Princess here it comes!” I started to moan.

As usual we shared a sloppy orgasm together that morning. Hugging and kissing Lela, she begged me to stay home again. In the shower I made Lela mind her manners, at least most of the time.

“Jane you can’t stay here much longer.” Maureen mentioned at breakfast.

I’m not sure she approved of Lela and I making love under her roof. Unlike my mother my grandmother was a bit old fashion. I know she had an affair with a black man at a time when that was strictly taboo, and she had his child, but it was all done with discretion.

Fucking your step aunt, her daughter, in her spare bedroom when she is cooking your breakfast just might not be what she would consider discrete. Fucking your uncle, her son, at his house, is completely acceptable. Go figure.

“How long?” I asked picking up my coffee.

“You can stay tonight but after that you can only visit. Just because my family owns this place doesn’t mean I can ignore the rules.” Maureen explained.

“I’ll call Donald and tell him I’ll be coming home Wednesday then.” I replied.

“No Jane!” Lela objected. “You can’t go back there.”

“Where else would I go?” I asked.

“You can come and live with me and Max.” Lela protested.

“Thanks Princess, but that isn’t an option. Max deserves his privacy. If Poole and I can’t work things out then I belong with Donald, at least for now.” I explained.

“But what about me?” Lela argued.

“You can come stay at the house. Donald won’t mind.”

“NO!” Lela folded her arms. “No boys.”

“But Poole’s a boy.” I reminded her.

“He’s my brother.” Lela explained pursing her lips.

“Then I’ll rent an apartment.” I suggested. “Just for you and me.”

“And Tina?” Lela asked unfolding her arms.

“If she wants. Remember Princess, Tina is Poole’s wife. She might not be able to come?” I explained.

“She will come, you love each other. She has to come.” Lela folded her arms again.

Maureen and I looked at each other and knew there was no sense continuing illegal bahis siteleri the discussion with Lela any further.

…

“See what you started?” Poole waved his arm past the girls in the office.

They were all wearing regular clothes instead of swim suits. I can’t say I was happy but then again I can’t say I was unhappy either. I did feel honored.

“It’s time you give this up and come home tonight. Tina is expecting you.” Poole growled.

“I will be happy to come if you have something you would like to say. But I warn you, saying it at work would seem a little insincere, don’t you think?” I smiled back. “I will personally call her and explain why I can’t attend.”

“HHrmmmmmph.” Poole grunted.

“By the way, Lela and I will be joining your mother for lunch again. She sends her love.” I smirked. “Should I tell her you send your love?”

“Maybe I’ll come for lunch and tell her myself?” Poole taunted me.

“I’m sure she would ‘love’ that. I know Lela and I would ‘love’ that as well.” I turned and went to my desk.

I was truly disappointed when Poole didn’t join us for lunch. I miss him. Not just the sex, well that too, but just being with him. Poole and Tina both were a joy to be around. Tina because we’re so much alike and yet so different.

Poole, well, Poole and I could talk for hours. If I didn’t know something he took the time to explain it to me in a way I could understand. If I thought something was unimportant Poole had a way of explaining it so you understood why it was important.

Not just business, but also in life. Poole was a great listener as well. I soon learned that if he was getting bored by a subject he would ask you questions to explain it in more depth. If it was really bad he had a way of leading you someplace that was more interesting.

“Maureen, Poole sends his love?” I said as we watched Lela swimming in the pool.

“Thank you Jane, but I know better than that.” My grandmother replied solemnly.

From her body language I knew I had hit a nerve. We had a pleasant lunch but it ended much sooner than the day before.

“Jane I’m so glad you called.” Tina said sounding less than happy.

“I’m sure Poole told you I won’t be back.” I said solemnly.

“Jane you must come back. Poole really does love you.” Tina said.

“Then I need to hear it from Poole himself.” I explained.

“What will you do? Where will you live? Don’t tell me you’re going back to Donald?” Tina sighed.

“If I can’t get transferred to another department I’ll find something. For now I have no choice but to move back in with Donald. I can only stay here at Maureen’s one more night.” I informed Tina. “Lela said I can stay with her and Max but we both know that won’t be fair to Max.”

“Jane, please come home we can work this out.” Tina started to cry. “You can come work for me.”

“Thank you Tina, I knew you would say that, but I’m still your slut, and I love you too much too work with you.” I reassured her. “I tried that once before and I can’t afford to lose you too.”

“But Jane when will I see you?” Tina continued to weep.

“I told Lela I might rent an apartment so she could visit. She insists you come visit too.” I started to get emotional as well. “Please don’t say anything to Poole, I want this to be his decision.”

Maureen was downright testy Tuesday night. I guess like old fish after a couple of days it’s time to throw it out. Lela didn’t wake me Wednesday morning. Bobby however was waiting for me just the same.

“Could we stop by the house and drop my suitcase off?” I asked Bobby.

He readily agreed and headed across town. When I realized he was heading to Poole’s I stopped him.

“I’m sorry Miss Jane, I thought you lived at that address.” Bobby said embarrassed.

“I did Bobby but not right now.” I explained. “It was my mistake not yours.”

I walked in the house and sat my suitcase down. It had been months since I had stayed here. Except for the girls there weren’t many pleasant memories. Not wanting to hold up Bobby any longer I left my luggage and had him take me to work.

I stood in line waiting to be inspected with the rest of the office. Poole wasn’t at his desk so the line wasn’t moving. After about fifteen minutes Max handed out our tablets and sent us to our desks.

Poole eventually showed up but didn’t even look my way. After lunch Max approached and said Poole wanted to see me in his office. This was highly unusual but I agreed to just the same. Before I went up front I stopped to see Claudia.

“If I’m not back in five minutes will you come check on me?”

“Sure thing.” Claudia agreed.

Approaching Poole’s office I was surprisingly calm. Max and Poole had taught me well these past few years and I was planning on using everything I learned.

“Jane!” Poole greeted me happily.

Walking around his desk he took my hand. A flood of emotions surged through me like a bolt of lightning. I still loved him, maybe now more than ever. In almost a daze canlı bahis siteleri he led me the few steps around his desk and sat down.

“Here sit on my knee.” Poole said softly.

As much as I wanted to I knew it was wrong. Shaking my head I pulled my hand free and walked back around the desk.

“I think I’ll sit here.” I explained gathering my wits.

“Jane this has gone on long enough. Please come home. Tina is upset, Lela won’t talk to me, my own mother now hates me.” Poole explained.

“Are we going to talk about work, I’m on the clock.” I reminded my boss. “And your mother doesn’t hate you. She’s just concerned, and needs to get her life back.”

I stood up and headed to the door.

“Just so you know I won’t be staying there again. I have imposed on her long enough. This is my problem not hers.” I then turned and went back to my desk.

Claudia winked as I walked past letting me know she was prepared to come in at any minute.

Poole didn’t return to the office after that. I turned in my tablet and let Max know I would be back in a few minutes. I went and saw Morgan at the credit union to go over my finances.

So far I had played this out fair and square with Poole. But like in business sometimes you need to stack the deck just a bit in your favor. I didn’t ask Claudia to come in because I didn’t trust Poole, it was because I didn’t trust myself.

Since then I trust myself even less.

“Morgan if I remember right you owe me a favor.” I grinned at the nervous bank manager.

“Yes Jane, but I won’t do anything illegal or unethical.” Morgan fidgeted.

“Well it’s definitely not illegal and I doubt it’s unethical but you decide, how’s that?”

“Ok.” Morgan replied skeptically.

“I want you to call Poole about some small matter that only concerns him, and when you do just mention I have been in to see you.” I suggested.

“And what should I tell him I saw you about?” Morgan asked anxiously.

“Nothing in particular, only that we talked about my finances.” I explained. “It isn’t important he knows what we discussed, just that I was here.”

“Oh, I see, well yes I can do that.” Morgan sighed in relief. “Jane? When should I do that?”

“Tonight would be best. In the morning if that’s not possible.” I replied.

“Of course, I’ll get on that right away.” Morgan assured me as I left.

I was walking down the hall when I ran into Max. With a concerned look in his eyes he stopped me as I was about to leave.

“Jane, Lela and I talked. I want you to know you can always come stay with us. I owe you that much.” Max said.

I moved to Max and gave him a big hug. “You wonderful, wonderful man.” I held him tight. “If it gets that bad I may take you up on that. But for now I have imposed on too many people already.”

“I understand but the offer is still there if you need it. Can I give you a ride home?” Max asked.

“Thanks but Cassie is picking me up.” I replied.

You haven’t read much about Cassie and Cody for quite some time. There is a reason, this is my story not theirs. As you can guess there hasn’t been much to write about concerning the three of us together.

“So what happens after Friday?” Cassie asked after I updated her with the latest.

“I’m not sure. I guess if he can’t make up his mind in a week he never will.” I sighed. “How’s your father?”

“Not doing much better than you I’m afraid to report. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s out of a job again soon.” Cassie looked over from the wheel.

“Belligerent, blaming others? Drinking?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, and I think so.” Cassie replied looking back at the road.

“It won’t be long then. Maybe it’s a good thing I’m coming back?”

“No mom, it’s not.” Cassie said sadly. “He’ll just blame it on you again.”

When we pulled up to the house there were two extra cars.

“I asked TJ and Fred to be here just in case.” Cassie explained. “Do you need anything before we go in?”

“Maybe a kiss?” I joked.

Cassie leaned over and pulled me into an emotional embrace. Her kiss reminded me she always knew how to make me feel better.

“Need another?” Cassie teased me.

“Maybe from your sister?” I teased back.

“Boring!” Cassie joked.

We walked in the house and it instantly grew quiet. Donald was in the kitchen with a beer in his hand. Cody was sitting next to Fred, TJ stood and greeted Cassie with a kiss.

“Hello Donald.” I said softly.

“So he kicked your whore ass out did he?” Donald swung the beer in his hand.

“Something like that.” I replied not wanting to argue.

“Well if you’re crawling back on your hands and knees it won’t work. You’re his slut now let him deal with it.”

“I am his slut, and I’m not crawling back. I’m staying here until we get a few things settled.” I replied firmly.

“What makes you think you can just walk in here like you own the place?” Donald sneered.

“You know why.”

“Well if I forgot why don’t you remind me?” Donald slammed his bottle down.

I looked at the girls then TJ and Fred.

“Because I still make the payments for this house.” I snapped back.

“Dad! You told us you needed help with the payment. Where did our money go?” Cassie screamed.

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She steps into the room, taking your breath away. She is wearing a simple, nice pair of jeans and a snug white sweater. From your table in the corner the cold sends a chill up your spine. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself. She gives you a shy smile and sits down across from you.

“Hey you…” she says, with far more confidence than she actually has. She crosses her legs and starts to rub the back of your leg with her foot. Her touch sends a jolt of heat straight up your leg to your pussy, getting you rather wet in the process. She notices the discomfiture on your face and blushes slightly. You lean around the small table and take hold of her hand, and start sliding it up your thigh, not caring if anyone sees you. She lets out a soft gasp as her hand roves over the strapon she feels underneath your jeans. She starts to rub it back and forth of her own accord, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through your body each time the small protrusion rubs over your clit. You slide her chair closer, putting both your backs to the wall, and slide your hand underneath the tablecloth to rub her thigh.

She gives you a mischievous grin and reaches down to quietly unbutton and unzip her pants, hoping the low ambient lighting and the tablecloth will keep the other patrons from noticing. You reach in to slide her panties out of the way, only to find that she isn’t wearing any. Her blush is an incredible turn on. You let a finger rub lightly over her clit and find her soaking wet. She keeps one hand rubbing on your plastic cock, making it hard to concentrate on her clit, something you didn’t think was even possible. Her breathing starts to pick up and you focus on her wet pussy again, pushing the thought her trying to give you and hand job underneath the table out of your mind somehow. She leans back a bit in her seat, her breasts heaving and falling while she struggles not to draw attention to you both. She clamps down on the inside of your thigh as her orgasm shudders through her body. The feeling as her nails dig into your leg is an incredible turn on, even as you grit your teeth against the pain.

After a few minutes her breathing settles and she gets up, walking out of the dark bar and into the lobby of the hotel, heading for the elevators. She looks over her shoulder at you expectantly, and you nearly knock over the table in your rush to follow her. After you both step into the elevator, she hits the button for the roof, sending the elevator crawling skyward. About 20 floors of nervous silence later, you reach over and hit the emergency stop button, locking the elevator between floors. She looks at you in shock, and then finds her back against the wall, your tongue mingling with hers.

She reaches down and unbuttons your pants, freeing the strapon from its constraints. She sinks to her knees and takes the head into her mouth, bobbing rapidly back and forth as she looks up into your eyes. She slides first one finger, then two into your still wet pussy, reaching for your g-spot. The look of uncertainty and hopefulness on her face as she looks up at you with a hard strapon sliding back and forth over her tongue nearly takes your legs out from under you. She slowly, reluctantly takes the strapon out of her mouth and uses her other hand to lift it up out of her way. Her lips latch onto your clit, and her sucking almost makes you cum right then. Looking down, you find her head turned to the side so that she reach your clit underneath the strapon.

You are surprised that you find the sight of your plastic cock lying across the side of her face as your pussy juices start to cover her face incredibly intoxicating. She starts to flick her tongue back and forth over your clit, and you cry out in passion as your orgasm rocks your body from head to toe. She stands up, stroking the strapon with her hand again, and kisses you full on the lips. The sensation as the small protrusion slides over your clit and your tongues meet simultaneously takes your breath away, sending another small orgasm chasing after the first one. You sink to your knees in the elevator, the taste of your own cum still fresh on your lips.

+++++

The elevator doors opened slowly, leading onto the roof. As you step out behind her, the cold wind stings at your face, a rather sudden shock in the aftermath of your previous orgasm. She grins at the look on your face and takes your hand, leading you around a corner to a small area, fenced and hidden from the wind by bushes on all sides. She opens the gate and motions you inside, forcing you to squeeze past her to get in. You catch your breath sharply as your breasts brush past hers, both your nipples and hers already standing out against the cold.

Once inside you find yourself staring at a huge hot tub, the heat from the water leaving the place in a constant, thick fog. She steps up behind you and slips her hands underneath your shirt and begins to lift it over your head. Obediently you lift your arms, hoping that her hands will grace your breasts, your throbbing nipples with a simple touch on the way past. She lets her hands glide bahis firmaları up your sides, her fingernails just barely touching the sides of your breasts, but still causing a sharp intake of breath from you. You start to whimper slightly, hoping she will get the hint. As the bottom of your shirt reaches your nipples she pulls back sharply, forcing the soft fabric to catch and tug on your hard nipples before finally lifting the shirt over your head. She turns you around and leans into you, kissing you fiercely, and all the cold is forgotten. She reaches down and rubs the strapon you are still wearing, making your pussy even wetter than it already was. She unbuttons your pants for the second time today, freeing the object of her desires. You see a look of passion flares in her eyes before she raises her gaze to meet yours. She locks her stare with yours as she lifts her shirt over her head, freeing her breasts to the air. She reaches over, seemingly to caress your face, and you step forward slightly to accommodate her. Instead her hand slips past your face as she locks her grip into your hair, clenching and pulling back sharply. A jolt of shock and fear and something else…all shoot through your body at the same time.

She pulls you to her roughly, forcing her nipple into your mouth. She leans down to whisper into your ear, “Do exactly as I tell you, and you may get to cum again tonight. Do you understand?” You look up at her, still sucking on her nipple and give a slight nod, mumbling an affirmative. She jerks your head back, staring into your eyes intently.

“Whenever I ask you a question, the answer is Yes, Mistress! Are we clear?”

You look back at her, unsure of this new attitude, but you nod anyway, and whisper, just loud enough for her to hear, “Yes, Mistress.”

She smiles sweetly at you and says, “Good girl. Now, take your pants off, and the strapon too. I won’t need it yet.” As you start to do what she said, her grip tightens in your hair and she looks at you reproachfully. You answer meekly with a “Yes, Mistress”, and she lets go of your hair and nods for you to continue. She slip out of your pants and take off the strapon, wondering to yourself why her treating you this way is making you so wet. Just as you really start to question yourself, she speaks again, “Now, get into the water, go to the far side, and kneel in the seat, facing away from me, and bend over the side.” You mumble another “Yes, Mistress” and do as she says.

The water is very hot, almost to the point of scalding. After you get to the other side and lift yourself out of the water, the air is just that much colder. You bend over the side, exposing your ass and your soaking pussy to the cold, cold air. Behind you can hear her pants drop to the floor and a tiny splash as she enters the water, but you don’t feel her moving towards you. After a few moments you turn your head to look over your shoulder and see her standing at the other side of the hot tub with her hand between her legs, working slowly at her pussy as she stares at your exposed flesh. When she notices you turn around, another look flashes across her face. This look has passion in it, but something else as well; something that sends your heart racing uncontrollably. Instinctively you turn back around, but you know that it’s too late. She kneels, with one leg beside yours and the other straddling your legs, forcing her mound into your hip as she leans over. “I don’t recall giving you permission to move. You will have to be punished for disobeying me. Do you think that’s fair?” You nod your head vehemently with another, “Yes, Mistress.”

“You seem eager. Do you want me to punish you?” Unsure of your own feelings on the matter you say nothing; all the while your body is telling you exactly what it wants. Suddenly, she strikes the right cheek of your ass as hard as she can, forcing a grunt of pain from deep in your throat.

“What did I tell you your answer was?” she screams.

In your shock you hardly know what to say at all, and she strikes again, a little lower this time, and you find yourself grunting with more pleasure than pain. As the shock fades, you remember to whimper “Yes, Mistress” again, and the blows stop. She leans in to whisper in your ear again, “If you want it so bad, ask me…no, beg me for it. Make me believe you truly want me to punish you, and I will reward you with the punishment you so desire.”

“Please…please Mistress. Please punish me Mistress, I deserve it. Please, please, please, Mistress. Punish me, please…” Your voice started a whisper and slowly rose into a throaty growl by the end.

“Very well.” she says. You can almost hear the wind whipping past her hand, giving you a split second of anticipation before her hand falls again, turning the cheek of your ass bright red. She keeps spanking you over and over; until you are moaning each time her hand touches your skin. Harder and harder she strikes, until you think that surely someone will hear from the street far below. Your pussy is throbbing with the need to be touched, but she ignores it, kaçak iddaa focusing solely on your ass, spanking again and again. You are so lost in your own ecstasy that you hardly notice that she has stopped. Your ass is pulsing in pain, but you dare not turn around, lest she find a new way to punish you that you might not enjoy so much as this one.

She leans down and plants a few soft, wet kissing over the areas she focused on the most, and then moves lower, to the area where the back of your leg meets your ass. She bites down, sending a spark of pleasure through your body. She reaches down between your knees and forces them further apart, lowering your pussy so that the water is lapping against your lips whenever she moves, sending tiny little jolts of pseudo-feeling twitching through you. She keeps kissing just at the edge of the water, at the bottom of your ass, moving closer and closer to your pussy, but never touching it, never letting you feel what you truly want. She takes pains to move forcefully in the water, teasing your aching pussy as the hot water splashing over it and then retreats from the cold again and again. Your entire body is shaking with the terrible desire to feel her fingers inside you; to feel her tongue flicking over your clit; her mouth sucking on the lips of your pussy; the incredible release as you orgasm, gushing cum all over her face, into her waiting mouth; the afterglow as she kisses you; tasting yourself on her tongue.

But still she doesn’t let herself touch your pussy. So close, but never close enough. You whimper, begging under your breath in inarticulate gibberish, unable to form the words because of purity and strength of the unfulfilled need within you. You can barely remember where you are, who you are. The only things you know are her lips kissing your legs, your ass; her breath on your pussy as she passes over it, and the feeling of the water lapping at your pussy teasingly. You can feel your pussy pulsing and throbbing, so incredibly wet.

The only words you can form in your mind are, “Please, Mistress, please let me cum, please…” Finally, your Mistress grants your wish. She pushes a finger inside your opening and starts to slowly pump it in and out. After a few moments you feel another finger join the first. At the same time you feel her breath on the lips of your pussy, so close you can almost feel her lips against yours. She starts breathing harder, teasing you even more, but never letting her fingers inside you slow down. You start to lose yourself in the wonderful bliss of having her inside you, finally starting to relieve a tiny bit of that incredible pressure built up inside you. “Please, Mistress…please…Mistress…please…I can’t…please…” Whether or not she heard you, you still don’t know, but her lips closed with the lips of your pussy, sucking and licking each of them in turn. You cry out in ecstasy, feeling as though you might explode in more ways than one. She keeps sucking and massaging your lips with hers as she reaches up with her other hand and puts one finger lightly on your clit. You freeze, your breath caught in your throat, praying to every god you’ve ever known that she doesn’t stop. Slowly, barely moving at first, she rocks her finger back and forth over your clit, eventually building up to the same fast paced rhythm that her other hand is keeping inside you.

Your stomach starts to clinch; your toes start to curl; all the muscles in your body start tightening. Her tongue is on your clit now, using her finger as a backing so she can isolate your clit even more. Finally, your orgasm rips through your body, your pussy exploding with pleasure, covering June’s face in your cum. You collapse onto the side of the hot tub, her fingers still inside you, letting you relax before slipping them gently out. She pulls you slowly into the tub, letting the hot water relax your newly sore muscles. She leans down and kisses you just before you fall unconscious, letting you taste yourself the way she tasted you.

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“Wake up, sweetheart.” You wonder if you were dreaming, if perhaps the events of this night are merely pieces of your overactive imagination at work. As you think this new theory over, her voice shatters through the haze of your sleep-ridden musings, much more stern this time.

“Wake up, sweetheart. I’m not finished with you yet.” As you come to, you realize that you’re no longer outside, but staring up at the canopy of a huge bed. You start to sit up, a shy smile on your face, but after a few inches you find your progress impeded by the ropes tying your arms to the bedposts. In your half-wakened state you almost start to panic, your pulse shooting through the roof. Again, her voice cuts through the fog clouding your mind; her soft and lilting laugh finally overcoming the last of your drowsiness. You look in the direction of her voice and see her smiling at you, her nude form taking your breath away. She smiles even wider as she sees your eyes roving over her body, full of lust and passion. She crawls slowly forward from the foot of the bed, and places a simple kaçak bahis kiss on the inside of your knee. Involuntarily you try and shift your leg and realize that she has gone to the trouble of tying your legs to bedposts opposite your hands, forcing your legs apart.

She kisses again, this time a bit further up the inside of your thigh. She moves excruciatingly slowly up your thigh, getting you wetter and wetter as she does. After an eternity, or perhaps two, her lips are finally on your aching pussy, and you cry out with relief. She works her way over every inch of your pussy, sucking your lips, your clit; tonguing the opening. As soon as your body even starts to think about orgasm, she changes her pace and her focus, never letting you cum. Without warning she pulls away and steps out of the range of your vision. You hear the sound of a zipper, a bit of rustling, and then she is back, sitting beside you on the bed. She grins down at you and takes your right nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling with abandon. She reaches down with one hand and slides two fingers inside you, making you moan with longing. She bites down on your nipple, and grins up at your expression of mingled shock, pain, and pleasure. She starts pumping her fingers in and out of you faster and harder, and you grind your hips downward, meeting her with every thrust.

Just as you find yourself on the brink of orgasm yet again, she pulls out of fingers and takes her mouth off of your breast. You collapse into the bed, whimpering in agony and frustration. She reaches up, taking your hair roughly in her hand, causing you to yelp in pain.

“Did I give you permission to complain?”

“No, Mistress!! Please, Mistress, I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again, please!!”

She lets go of your hair and picks something up from beside you that you couldn’t see before. A long, thin chain connects two small clamps that look like tiny vise grips. “Mistress, please, no…”

“I don’t recall ever asking your permission. Ask me to put them on like a good slave, or I’ll find a punishment for you and then put them on anyway.” The look on her face leaves you with little doubt as to her seriousness.

“I…Mistress, please put them on. I want it. I want the pain, if Mistress wants me to want it. Please Mistress, let me have it; put them on.” In your mind you are a bit surprised to find that everything you just said was nothing more than the truth. She smiles at the uninhibited desire in your voice and lets the cold chain hang down onto your skin. She lets it slide across your stomach, between your breasts, around your nipples, and across your thighs. She leans down and blows a cool breath over your nipples, making them stand out even more and drying any of the saliva left on them. She puts the clamp on your right nipple first, making you grit your teeth against the pain. You squeeze your eyes closed and wait for the other clamp, but she doesn’t put it on. She lets you suffer for a few moments knowing the pain of the clamp and fearing the coming of the second one. Just when you peek out to find out why she waits, the other clamp closes sharply on your left nipple and you cry out in shock.

“Tell me how much you like it. Make me believe you love it.”

“Thank you Mistress. It hurts so much, but it makes me so wet. Feel for yourself, please Mistress, please! I may cry out in pain but my body doesn’t lie. Please Mistress, don’t ever take them off, please…”

She smiles down at you and says, “Very well, slave. You are going to get a reward…” She climbs fully onto the bed and puts her knees on either side of your head, facing your feet. She lowers her pussy onto your mouth, giving you little choice in the matter. Not that you need one. You lean up into her eagerly, licking and sucking every inch of her pussy that your tongue can reach. She eventually stops grinding, letting you focus on her clit. She orgasms in a matter of minutes, drenching your mouth in her cum. She looks back at you questioningly, and you say the only thing that comes to mind, “Thank you, Mistress, for my reward.”

She smiles at you, a real smile this time, then visibly collects herself and climbs off the bed, in control once again. You hear her doing something outside of your vision and strain to see, each movement sending a tiny shock of pain to your clamped nipples. After a few moments she reappears at the foot of the bed and starts to untie your legs, then crawls up between your legs again. You notice she is wearing a strapon and close your newly freed legs, a look of uncertainty crossing your face. She touches your knees, pulling them apart, sliding between them and letting the head of the strapon rub against the lips of your pussy. You look up at her in fear and she gives you a small, reassuring smile. She leans down to your stomach and surprises you by taking the chain connecting the clamps on your nipples into her mouth. She locks her gaze with yours and places the head of the strapon at the entrance to your pussy. She leans her head back as her hips slide forward, causing a tremendous amount of sensation: the head of the strapon enters your pussy, filling your more with that small inch than you thought possible, and the chain in her teeth pulls roughly on your nipples, making you cry out in pain.

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