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When Cassie came home later that afternoon, Annie was busy making dinner. Her daughter walked in the back door looking a bit disheveled, “Okay!” said Annie, “here she comes now! Wow, you look like you had a rough day! Did you finish your projects?”

Cassie smiled at her mother, “Oh yes, and I’ll get an ‘A’ for sure; our papers are awesome!”

“That’s terrific! So Robbi and Carla are good partners huh?”

Her eyes twinkled and she replied, “Yep, I think Melanie and I made some new friends this week!”

Annie studied her face, “Did you four complete your…” she paused for the effect, ‘deal?'”

Cassie colored slightly, “Uh, yes…uh huh, it was pretty interesting!”

Annie’s eyebrows raised, “Interesting, yes…after last weekend, I’m sure it was ‘interesting!’ Will I be getting the details soon?”

Her daughter twinkled some more, “I need a shower, be right back.”

Normally, Cass took her time with showers. She enjoyed the water and the sensations; her own hands made it all low-key erotic. Today she was drained but very satisfied! The water and shower gel removed all traces of the sex, and she sat for quite a while blow-drying and brushing out her hair. When she got back to the kitchen, Annie had set the table, and she was just about to call the men out in the yard. Smiling she said, “Details have to wait, food’s ready.” Cassie smiled back; she didn’t really want to talk about it yet, she was too busy savoring it.

Dinner was uneventful except Derek informed them that he had been given a small role in the school Christmas play.

“Hey,” said Cass, “you could be ‘Tiny Tim’ on crutches, right?”

Derek made a face at her, “Yeah, except I’d be blessing everyone but YOU!”

They all broke up and Annie said, “So what part did you get?”

“Jacob Marley, I get to rattle everyone’s chains!” and that broke them all up again.

Later on the guys went in to watch a ball game and Cassie helped her mother clear the table. “Okay, how about now, what happened? It was fun huh?” Cass didn’t go into graphic detail, but there was just enough to get Annie’s motor running in high gear. She knew how beautiful Robbi’s body was and the imagery was turning her on. “Sweetie, that sounds so hot! So you’re going to be friends with them now?”

“We definitely will, but I won’t say how often; it’s too soon for that. I have Steve and Melanie; that’s quite a lot for now.”

They finished the dishes and Annie sat down next to Chris. She nuzzled against him and he put his arm around her. She watched silently until the end of the inning and then whispered in his ear, “Is this game almost over?”

“Two more innings.” He turned toward her, “what are you thinking?”

Her eyes fluttered briefly, “My clit…it needs a tongue on it!”

Chris choked down a laugh, “It’s just a fuckin’ ball game; there’s another one tomorrow!”

“Follow me!”

Halfway up the stairs, Annie already had her top off, and once inside the bedroom, she shrugged off the straps of her bra and inverted the cups below her titties. They stood there and kissed for just a few seconds and then she guided his head down to her nipples. The first touch of his mouth sent an erotic shudder through her, and when his tongue began flicking at the hard point, she moaned and held on to the back of his head. Chris worked her pants down, pushed his hand down the front of her panties, past her mound, and covered her pussy. His middle finger invaded her slit. Just before he touched her clit, he switched to the other tit and Annie moaned again.

“God,” her voice was raspy, “you’re so fucking good at this! Mmm…” Chris began fingering her and sucked harder on her nipple. “Ohhh, fuck! Mmm…Fuck Yes!” Her moaning was accelerating toward a climax when he pushed her down on the bed and whisked her panties off.

“My fingers say your clit is ready for my tongue! Is it?”

She pulled her labial lips apart, “Oh yeah! Eat me…Eat my pussy, Babe…c’mon!” He wasted no time and dove right in; his tongue was a blur on her button and almost immediately Annie was humping into his face. She let go of her pussy and grabbed the back of his head smashing his mouth into her twat and urging him on, “That’s it, Oh my God…that’s good, that’s SO fucking good! Mmm, Unghh, Mmm, MMMM, Ohhh Yeahhh!” She cried out and came all over his face but never let go of his head. “Stick your tongue in me! C’mon…do it! I’m your whore, Baby! I’m your fucking slut whore, make your slut cum again, PLEEEASE!”

Chris was almost laughing into her cunt, but he did his best to keep the moment going. Several times he stabbed his tongue into her wet tunnel and making her groan some more; then he paused for a second, “My slut, huh?”

She pulled his face back in again, “Yeah, your slut; and your slut’s gonna need your big dick in her pretty soon!” Chris tongue-fucked her for maybe twenty more seconds and then went back to her clit. Annie clapped a hand over her mouth and came again with a muffled “Ohh FUCKK!”

Without even pausing to rest she sat up canlı bahis on the edge of the bed and urged Chris to his feet. Jerking his pants off she grabbed his cock and sucked him all the way down. Chris gasped, “Holyyy FUCK! Mmmm…” He watched her for a bit, but the way this was going he knew he was going to fuck her ass tonight, and THAT thought was making him speed toward an orgasm. Pushing her away he said, “Doggie…let’s do doggie, you slut!”

Annie giggled and quickly positioned herself with her knees on the edge of the bed. “Am I your ‘bitch, too?” she hissed.

Chris spanked her left ass cheek with a stinging slap, “Yeah, you are…so fucking naughty! You need some more?”

“Yeah, some more!” He spanked her other cheek twice, and then shoved his prick deep into her cunt, “Ohh YESSS! God yes! Fuck your bitch! Mmm…Yeah, FUCK ME!”

If Chris hadn’t been fucking her he would have been laughing uncontrollably. As it was his hips were banging into the back of her thighs so hard you could hear it. “My bitch…Yeah, fuck my bitch!”

It didn’t take long; Annie held herself up just enough that her nipples were dragging against the sheet as they flopped back and forth. She came again with a guttural groan burying her face into the mattress. Chris paused then pulled out of her. Annie’s hair was stringing across her face now; she turned to him, “Don’t stop, Baby! Keep going!”

He had turned and opened the drawer of the night stand. “Ohh Man! I need your ass, Slut! I’m gonna fuck your ass!”

“Oh God!” She hauled herself up and positioned again on the edge. “Yesss! Fuck my ass too!” She felt him squirting lube all over her, and between her legs she saw it dripping down onto the carpet. “That’s enough, I’m ready!”

Chris snapped the cap closed and tossed the bottle onto the bed next to her, “You let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Do me! Fuck my ass!”

He held her by the hips and slid his cock in firmly. When there was virtually no resistance, he said, “Oh my God…my whore is something else tonight!”

Annie giggled, “Mmmm, yeah…your whore, God, you feel so good! Make me cum again, Please!”

He started slowly but was soon moving pretty fast; Annie was trying so hard not to shriek, but she was still pretty loud and with each thrust he could hear, “Ohh, Ungghhh…Mmmm, Gnugh…FUCK! Mmmm!”

She reached one hand, frigging her clit frantically, and exploded again! That was all Chris could handle. His own orgasm was on him and he clawed at the top of her ass as the spasms wracked him! They laid there together in a heap for a good five minutes before either of them stirred. Chris then rolled onto his back with one hand holding his forehead. Annie turned toward him and smiled. He said, “My little slut!” and they both laughed!

When she opened the door and went down into the kitchen, Cassie was getting a drink from the fridge, “Uhh Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Just so you know, I was watching the game with Derek and he looked at me, ‘What are they DOING up there?’ I didn’t answer, it was pretty obvious!”

Annie blushed fifty shades of RED!

Life got busy then. Her hubby needed the SUV and went out of town for the week, and for some reason Cassie and Derek wanted to be hauled around every which way in Chris’ car. So it wasn’t until Friday (three days later) that Joyce called on her lunch hour. They spent the first five minutes talking about their daughters’ weekend “project;” but then, (as fate would have it) in the course of their conversation Annie happened to mention that she needed her hair done. “Hey!” said Joyce, “Just so happens I do too!” Annie began explaining that the hairdresser she had had for the past ten years moved out of state for her husband’s new job. The new person just wasn’t the same. She was okay, but something wasn’t exactly right. That’s when Joyce said, “Then you know what? Why don’t you come with me and try my stylist; she’s an older woman. Her name is Millie, and she’s great!”

Fate is funny; when Joyce called for an appointment, Millie had time for both women on Monday because of cancellations. Joyce picked up Annie and they made it to the salon right at 4:00pm. Actually, calling it a “salon” was not entirely accurate. Millie had built her shop on one side of her house. It’s door was in the rear so you drove down her driveway and parked in a four car parking area in her two acre back yard. Walking through the door, the shop was about the size of two bedrooms, but it was set up beautifully. You wouldn’t even have guessed it was in a house.

Millie was sitting on one of the three wingback chairs in the room. She smiled and said, “Hi Joyce, who’s your friend?”

Joyce gave her a hug and said, “This is Annie; she’s here to try you out, so you better put on a good show!”

Annie sized Millie up. There was nothing special about her looks, Her face was not in any way pretty, and she wore almost no make-up. Her gray hair was tied back for work. Her body was about average for a senior citizen, but it was also clear that her bahis siteleri boobs were above average in size. Her best feature was her eyes; they were very nice…a cool blue sparkling with humor. That alone doubled her attractiveness. Her smile was genuine, and when she said, “Hello Annie! I hope you won’t be too critical of this old, broken-down, sorry excuse for a beautician!” Annie decided right away that she liked her.

“Nice to meet you, Millie! And don’t worry worry; if you can make Joyce look good, then you must be a miracle worker!”

Joyce punched her in the arm, and everyone laughed. Joyce said, “I’ll remember THAT remark, bitch!” And everyone laughed again! Millie had both women sit in the two styling chairs, and she got to work, first on Joyce. There was the usual “how are you doing?” chit-chat questions, and then Joyce asked, “So Millie, no one is here but us; seems really unusual.”

“Well, it IS unusual! I had appointments scheduled for a party of four bridesmaids and the maid-of-honor all afternoon, but their wedding was pushed back and they cancelled. Good thing too because Lydia called in sick.”

“Lydia’s your assistant?” Annie asked?

“More like a partner; she has her own clientele, but like with the bridesmaids…we were going to split them up and help each other.” Millie led Joyce over to the sink on one side and washed her hair, got her set up with a hair-dryer, and then motioned Annie over for a wash. The women were chattering away about kids and shopping and other such stuff. Annie found out about Millie’s family, her husband, three kids and two grandkids. That conversation carried all the way through their haircuts and halfway through Joyce’s highlights application.

When Millie was getting some more foil for Annie’s turn, Joyce changed the subject big-time. “So Annie, do you have anything more to report regarding Melanie and Cassie’s “Afternoon Delight” project?

Annie’s head swiveled toward her friend. “Of course, but let’s talk about that later, silly!” She nodded toward Millie.

Joyce giggled and said, “Why? Millie’s very cool. Surely you’ve heard of the customer/hair stylist confidentiality agreement?”

“The what?”

“Confidentiality,” Joyce replied, “Millie would never in a million years breathe a word of what we talk about to anyone else; right Millie?”

Millie walked over to Annie’s chair and said very tongue-in-cheek, “Oh no, not ever! What was it you were talking about just now anyway?”

Joyce smiled, “See? Total confidentiality!”

Annie peered at Millie through narrowed eyes, then back at Joyce, “So you’re saying Millie knows all about you and your “exploits?”

That was something her friend clearly didn’t expect, “I don’t do exploits!”

Millie was smiling at Joyce, “You do ‘exploits?’ What kind of exploits?”

“The ‘confidential’ kind, and I wouldn’t call them exploits, they’re more like ‘adventures’!”

Millie began applying Annie’s highlights, “I think I’m too old to do either ‘exploits’ OR ‘adventures.'”

Annie and Joyce giggled at each other and Joyce replied, “Who said you’re too old?”

“Me! I told myself. It must be true; I haven’t had any of that for over five years!”

The women stopped giggling and gawked at Millie for a full ten seconds before Annie said, “No, really…you’re kidding right?”

Joyce added, “Why am I hearing this for the first time?”

Millie stopped and laughed loudly; it took a while before she said, “Hairdresser/Customer confidentiality?” Joyce cocked her head at the older woman, “Okay, maybe because I simply don’t advertise it, okay?” Joyce gave her a slight stink-eye. “Why are you looking at me like that? You never told me about your ‘adventures’ you know!”

“No, but I did tell you that Aaron and I don’t have sex anymore.”

Millie paused and looked thoughtful, “Yes, I guess I’m just gonna die a burnt-out husk of nothingness!”

Annie and Joyce giggled again and Joyce continued, “Not me! My adventures are too much fun! What do you think they’ll put on my tombstone, Annie?”

“Here lies a slut?” That drew gales of laughter, even from Joyce!

“I’m going to stipulate in my will that won’t happen, try again!”

“Maybe they’ll write, ‘Adventurer’?”

Joyce giggled some more, “I can live with that! Okay, this can of worms is open; so tell Dr. Joyce, Millie, what’s the problem here? You and hubby Chuck don’t get along?”

“Diabetes and blood pressure, his meds killed Mr Happy dead.”

“That’s sad,” said Annie, “You two tried everything?”

“Chuck is too proud, he simply gave up the fight without much effort.”

“That’s even sadder!” said Joyce. She paused and waited until the moment she caught Millie’s eye. “What about you? Where did ‘Ms Horny’ go?”

“Umm, well…I try to find ways to keep my sanity!”

“That bad, huh?”

“Well yeah, menopause can go both ways, some turn off but a lot of women turn-on.”

Annie said, “How bad is it on a scale of 1-10?”

Now it was Millie’s turn to giggle, “I would bahis şirketleri say 11, but that’s a cliche which sounds stupid… so 10!”

“Oh my God!” Joyce and Annie exclaimed together.

“Don’t worry girls, I have reached a compromise with myself; I use an occasional toy and I watch a lot of Oprah and Dr Phil!”

“I assume you talked this over with Chuck?” said Annie thoughtfully.

“Yes, tried to…several times. But the last time, it got heated so I don’t do it anymore.”

Joyce looked at Annie, turned to Millie and said, “It sounds to me like you might want to consider your own adventures!”

Millie had finished with the brush on Annie and started removing Joyce’s highlighting cap. “I thought about that, but it scares me; it just feels like there are too many creeps out there. I have a friend named Patricia, she started seeing a guy from an online meet-up site, and a couple months later she was $20,000 poorer!”

“Oh my God!” Joyce and Annie exclaimed together, and this time Annie smacked Joyce on the upper arm.

“So I’m not going that route, and nobody I know would want me.”

“Why do you think that?” said Joyce.

“I’m not exactly Marilyn Monroe.”

“Sweetie, you underestimate yourself, and you must really underestimate the men in this town. A horny, passionate woman is all most men want! That and a full set of teeth!” All three women laughed uproariously.

Millie finally looked at Annie, she grinned at her showing her teeth, “Do these qualify?” And that set them off again. She spent the next five minutes thinking while finishing their hair.

Joyce was looking at Annie with a VERY sly look on her face. At one point she was tapping her temple with an index finger as if to say, “I have an idea; follow my lead.” Turning to the older woman, Joyce said, “So Millie, since I’m the ‘adventurer,’ want some advice?”

“Uh, I don’t know; do I?”

“Well, since you’re

0 horny and the toys are about worn out, perhaps you do!”

“Talk don’t hurt; go ahead.”

“I could find a trustworthy man for you within a week!”

Now it was Millie’s turn to gawk, “You could?” She turned to Annie, “She could?”

“She could! She’s devious… and she’s a slut!” They all laughed again.

But all of a sudden, a light seemed to come on in Millie’s head; she said to Annie, “Hey wait a minute! How do YOU know she’s a slut?”

Annie blushed, “Umm, well…I…I…hmmm.”

“Yeah Annie,” Joyce interjected, “How do you know I’m a slut?” Annie was clearly fumbling for a thought and not succeeding, so Joyce added, “She’s being shy, Millie; the truth is we’ve been having some of the adventures together!”

“JOYCE!” Annie was now blushing seriously.

“Hey, lighten up, Sweetie! My hairdresser’s mental health is on the line here. I hate the thought of her dying a burnt-out husk!”

Millie was trying really hard to process all of this. “So you two are having sex with other men on the side?”

Joyce smiled, “I am; Annie’s not.”

The stylist’s eyes narrowed and her mouth squinched up as if to say, “What the hell does that mean?” And then… the full weight of what Joyce just implied hit her; her eyes opened up double-wide and she nearly shouted, “OH MY GODDD!” It was such a funny reaction both women watching it just cracked up again. “You two have been with each other, Oh My GOD!”

“Hey,” said Joyce with a grin, “It’s the 21st century and a different generation; you ever read ‘Cosmopolitan’?” Millie’s mouth was hanging open; this was more than a “gawk.” So Joyce continued, “In this day and age, Sweetie, a girl can find pretty much anything she wants…and still I am VERY careful who I’m having fun with!”

Millie found her voice, “I…I don’t know what to say!”

“Just let it process,” Annie said, “you don’t have to do anything just because we do. It’s gotta be fun, or what’s the point?”

The older woman shifted her attention to Annie, “How long has this been going on?”

“It’s a long story, but only a couple months,” she nodded over at Joyce and giggled, “Ms Slut over here seduced me!”

Joyce laughed, “Yes, but she was easy; it didn’t take much!”

Millie’s eyes shifted back and forth, “Wow, God…I don’t know, I…well, w-what’s it like being with women?”

“I L-O-V-E it!” Joyce enthused, “It’s certainly different than men, but it’s really awesome fun!”

When Millie looked at Annie, her eyes seemed to say, “And you?”

“I agree, I had thought about it for some time, but marriage…kids, you know…there was never an opportunity!” She paused and stared at Joyce, “Now? There are dozens of opportunities! Oh my God!”

Millie smiled and said to Joyce, “I do read Cosmo, and Bi-sex is discussed a lot. In that way, I guess I have thought about it, but never really seriously.”

That’s when Annie knew fate was presenting another opportunity; she looked at Joyce and just knew. Her friend’s eyes were shining with excitement, and Annie could see she was going to press this issue until Millie either gave in to them or decided against it. Either way, the decision was coming; any second she expected Joyce to invite the older woman to have sex with them. The idea was very arousing; and she herself hadn’t had an orgasm for four days!

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Thank you to the people who have sent me feedback. This story writing is new for me so I always appreciate hearing what people think. I’m not through with this tale yet, and time is hard to come by, but it is a lot of fun to think that maybe something about this can turn someone on. The characters in this are based on real people but the events exist only in my fantasies.

* * * * *

It’s been two weeks since Ethan, Nadine, and Chuck moved in. In that time I’ve managed to avoid pissing them off. I keep feeling like I have to regain control of my house but it not easy when your wife is enjoying the situation. I’ve slept with Carrie twice since she first had Ethan and Chuck, and Nadine nine times. Nadine is extremely horny and seems to be able to fuck 24/7.

I woke up alone, in my new bedroom. Chuck spent the night in the master bedroom and decided he liked the bed. I got tired of sleeping on the floor, listening to him fucking Carrie all night, and chose to take another room.

Being a Saturday I wouldn’t go in to work but probably just play in my workshop all day. I enjoyed my hot shower and as I got to the dresser to get some clothes Nadine walked in the room. She was wearing a damp bikini and told me that she had just come in from the outdoor pool.

Whenever she comes to my room it’s obvious what she wants. I just dropped my towel on the floor as she removed her swim suit, and, without a word, she laid back on the bed with her legs güvenilir bahis spread, and her bald snatch there for the taking. She moaned as I took my familiar spot, kneeling on the floor, and began to devour her.

After some time in this position, she told me to lie down on the bed, with my head at the foot of the bed, and climbed in to a 69 position. Her mouth felt great on my cock and I was just loving her pussy.

We had been enjoying ourselves for about 15 minutes when I heard Trent’s voice from the doorway. “Well, well, what do we have here?”

He sure was good at sneaking up on me. I stopped what I was doing and, looking over at him, I noticed an evil grin on his face.

“This looks fun, maybe I should join in.” With that he closed the door and started removing his clothes as he walked over to us.

“So you like eating out my sister? She does have a nice cunt, doesn’t she? Mind if I borrow his mouth for a second, Nadine?” As he said this he fed his cock to me. It was soft at first, but I felt it turn to steel shortly after I started sucking it. Carrie just chuckled and said, “go ahead, bro.”

So I’m lying on my bed with my stepdaughter’s firm body on top of me, her mouth sucking my cock, and her brother’s steel shaft in my mouth. Things sure had changed. At this moment I didn’t really mind, though.

After about ten minutes, Trent pulled his cock out of my throat and said, “time to feel that nice cunt for myself.”

Nadine türkçe bahis was so worked up by this point that Trent had no problem slipping his ten-incher into her pussy. The sucking on my cock increased as she bucked back to meet his thrusts. Meanwhile, my mouth and tongue went to work on his balls and anus, as well as Nadine’s clit. Her juices were flowing and dripping on to my waiting tongue. My hands reached back and grabbed Trent’s sexy young ass and I could feel it tightening with each stroke. I rubbed one of my fingers on Nadine’s lips and, using that as lubrication, slipped in his ass. He just moaned and started fucking even harder.

Just as I knew I couldn’t hold back my load any longer, Trent groaned and began filling up his sister’s love hole with his spunk. My own cock exploded in to Nadine’s mouth and the shuddering of her body told me that we had all cum at the same time. Fuck, what could be hotter than this?

Trent’s still-hard dick slid out of Nadine’s pussy and right in to my ready mouth. I licked it clean and then went straight to the creamy snatch in front of my face and did the same. At the same time, Nadine continued to gently kiss and lick my cock until it reversed direction and started getting hard again. Once that had been accomplished she rolled off of me and said, “now you fuck me, Rick.”

Doing as I was told, I mounted her and started pumping in and out of the cunt that her brother had just blown his load in. It was like güvenilir bahis siteleri heaven. Just as I was really getting in to it, I felt Trent climbing on to the bed. I glanced back just as I felt his rock hard manhood between my cheeks. As it found it’s way to my hole, I buried myself in Nadine and enjoyed the feeling of being taken. His rod is thinner than Ethan’s and Chuck’s so there was little pain and great pleasure as he began working in and out of me. Once he had established a rhythm, I began fucking Nadine at the same pace. It was so incredible! Fucking and being fucked at the same time. And with my step-kids, no less!

Trent leaned forward and began french-kissing Nadine while I squeezed her hard nipples. We were a sandwich and I was in the filling, surrounded by two perfect, young bodies.

I knew when he was about to cum as his strokes got faster and faster; his taut body on mine as he pounded me harder and harder. I started shaking as my cock started throbbing and I sent my seed deep in to Nadine’s sweetness. As I was just finishing, Trent shoved his member in as deep as it would go and filled my ass with his semen.

We lay there, on our sides, for a few minutes, my softening cock still in Nadine, and Trent’s still in me. Trent got up, and, with a firm smack on my ass, said, “that was fun, you make a good bitch, Rick.” He then grabbed his clothes and left.

Nadine then got up and got her things and said, “did you hear that Chuck’s having a couple of friends over tonight? He said you could be the bartender.”

“Wow, that’s nice of him. Who’s coming?”

“Just a couple of guys.”

“When?”

“They’ll be here about six.”

To be continued…

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“Maybe you best take it easy on the rotgut,” Skinner said as the man at the bar raised his empty glass again. “That’s your third shot in less than ten minutes. The ass isn’t gonna be ready for you any sooner than it is. It’s a busy night. Friday nights are always busy at the Buckhead ranch, and this was a payday here abouts. At this rate you gonna be well past ready before your number comes up.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Jess said, with a sigh. “Rustle me up a cup of coffee then, and you might as well fill the shot glass too for a chaser. How long do you think it will be?”

“You’re waitin’ for Ned, ain’t you? At least two ahead of you. Now if it was one of the other three . . .” He left that open. He couldn’t quite catch up to why the guy wanted Ned. He was a looker himself. Good condition, especially for his age. Didn’t look like he’d hit forty yet. Closer to thirty-five, Skinner thought. The hair was blond or reddish depending on how you looked at it, and he’d cleaned up before coming in. What you’d call a downright handsome face. He looked more like a guy who controlled on top rather than one who wanted it. Clothes were pretty expensive for a cowpoke. Skinner saw him in here maybe twice a year. The timing was like stopping here coming and going to the stockyards in Omaha, Nebraska, from, maybe, an eastern Wyoming ranch. Cattle driver maybe. But probably the rancher himself, not just a cowpoke.

“No, it’ll have to be Ned or nothin’. I’ll wait some more, but I don’t have all night.”

“Comin’ or going to the cattle yards in Omaha?” Skinner asked. He liked to know who was using his male bordello. It was getting so that folks couldn’t do what they damn well pleased on the banks of the Platte anymore. Getting too civilized for him in Nebraska of late. People were starting to look around. Those Holy Rollers were beginning to get their noses in other people’s business. He could take the Holy Rollers one on one—some of his best customers were Holy Rollers—but when they got together and decided to start telling others what to do . . .

“Goin’,” Jess answered. But then he tightened up. He stopped here to keep his business off of other people’s tongues in Sterling, Colorado, where his ranch was. He had a family and a reputation there. “But how did you—?”

“You have cattleman writ all over you, and you come here twice a year, not far apart. In the season of the cattle drives. I’m just curious. Don’t mean much by it. You can let it down in here. That’s what we’re all about. Gettin’ here what you can’t be seen gettin’ where you come from. Wyoming? Laramie area maybe?”

“Somewhere close to there, yes,” Jess said, tossing off the shot glass, his coffee still unfinished.

This wasn’t what he wanted. Not at all. He stopped here outside North Platte not only because he knew about the place but also because he wasn’t known here. Nobody knew anything about him here. He had this itch. Couldn’t do anything about that. But his business was his business.

“Maybe I don’t have the time to wait,” he said, standing up and pushing away from the bar. “Maybe it’s best if you just take my marker off the board. Hadn’t tried a Friday night before. I didn’t realize how busy it would be.”

“Not just a Friday night. A payday Friday night,” Skinner reminded him, as he stared down at the glass he was drying. He’d been too nosy.

It was true that Jess didn’t really have the time for this. He’d left James and John and the hired men out on the range, on the eastern side of North Platte, and had ridden back for the evening. He figured they knew what he was doing while they camped out with the herd. They just didn’t have a clue where he was doing it and who he was doing it with. His sons, James and John, didn’t seem to have a problem with it—at least in thinking it would be some woman. James, nineteen, and John, eighteen, would be doing something like this soon—if they weren’t already sneaking off with girls from the neighboring ranches. He had been married and had both of them in the house before he was their ages. They were both fine, strapping young men. They respected their mama, but they knew what men were prone to do. They just didn’t know exactly what it was that their father wanted. And he didn’t want them to know either.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. There’s no harm from knowing where a man’s from.”

Skinner could have shot himself. The man’s money was good and he never caused trouble when he was in here. And he was a good looker—something for the other men to look at and dream about while they were waiting for their turn upstairs. And that he took cock—which all knew as soon as he asked for Ned—rather than was looking for male pussy like nearly all the rest in here, made him good business interest while men waited. Skinner had half a notion to make an offer to him that he take up some of Ned’s slack tonight, and then he’d be getting what he wanted for nothing.

“No, no. Nothin’ to it. It’s just getting’ late and we need to push off early in canlı bahis şirketleri the morning.”

“Catch you when you’re coming back through in a week or so?”

“Yeah, maybe. Yeah, sure. I’ll try not to make it a Friday night.”

“That’a be good. Ned’s off Sundays and Mondays.”

“Good to know, thanks.” Jess pulled his hat down over his eyes and headed for the door. The barkeep had mentioned Ned in a pretty loud voice and it had started a buzz again in the room. Anybody talking about Ned knew that he gave cock; he didn’t take it. The mention of his name in relationship to this good-looking, nicely dressed, blond guy with a good body caused many in the room to start sniffing the air. They all were waiting longer than usual for their turn upstairs on a Friday night.

One guy, standing at the other end of the bar from where Skinner and Jess were talking, had been listening in for some time. He was taller and more muscular than Jess was. He was maybe ten years younger and several rungs down the economic scale from Jess. His drinks were being husbanded. He’d barely come in with enough money for his turn up the stairs. His clothes, a plaid shirt and jeans, with cowboy boots, were worn and a bit tight on his muscular body. This only accentuated how muscular he was, though. At closer to seven feet than six feet tall, he towered over Jess. His hands and feet were huge. The hands were calloused from hard work—probably in the fields rather than on a ranch. He was dark and swarthy, but also sultry in a sensual way.

When Skinner had looked at him and assessed him, his first thought was to wonder why he was in here at all. He didn’t look like he could spare the money, but he also looked like he didn’t need to come in here at all—that he could get poontang of whatever variety he wanted just by walking down the center of the street. Although maybe, from the bulge at his crotch, he scared some men off.

As Jess walked out of the barroom, Skinner started to move down the bar, thinking it was time to push another drink on the tall, dark stranger. But the man was tipping his hat, pushing his glass away from him, and turned to leave in Jess’ wake.

Jess was starting to unhitch his horse at the rail, when he heard the voice, a low, smooth bass.

“Hold up a minute.”

He turned to see a tall, muscular, dark-haired man walking across the porch toward him. He shivered at the sensual look of the man—the hugeness of him. His eyes focused on the man’s crotch. It might not have done so if he hadn’t been thinking all day on the hot and dusty trail about his planned session with Ned tonight. But he was keyed up, and disappointed he wasn’t going to be getting his rocks off from Ned fucking him.

“Yes?” he said, realizing that his voice was wavering a bit.

“You wanted Ned in there. Did I hear right?”

“Yes. So?”

“So, I got tired of waitin’ too. Seems we could both get off without the wait or either of us spendin’ the money. You’re a good-lookin’ guy. I could fuck you for nothin’. Could do you right good too, I imagine. And we wouldn’t be on anyone clock. I’m a double-load kind’a guy.”

“I . . . I don’t . . .”

The man had reached his side, put an arm around him, grabbed Jess’ other arm, and pressed Jess’ hand into his crotch. “Feel what you could have? There’s a nice cottonwood grove over there by the Platte. I can give you a real good ride, and neither of us would have to pay for it.”

* * * *

“Hold steady there,” the man commanded. Jess was on all fours on the soft ground next to the riverbank. The man was crouched over him, one booted foot on the ground next to Jess’ knee and the other on top of a rock next to Jess’ hip. Both men were still wearing their shirts, although they were unbuttoned and flapping open. Neither was wearing britches. The man had a heavily muscled arm under Jess’ heaving belly, holding him steady and his other hand wrapped around Jess’ throat, arching Jess’ torso back. The bulb of the man’s cock was already lodged inside the rim of Jess’ hole.

“Here we go,” the man growled. “Gonna ride you hard.”

Jess whimpered. He’d been whimpering and apprehensive ever since he’d seen the size of the man’s cock and had gotten the measure of it in his mouth. “Be good to me; go slow,” he pleaded.

But though, in the long run, Jess had to agree that the man was good to him, he didn’t go slow.

“Oh shit! Oh, fuck!” Jess cried out as the man plunged his cock into him and started to piston hard and fast.

Afterward, Jess lay on his back, on top of an encasing arm of the man stretched beside him, moaning and babbling on about his life and what a release this was for him from the Tharp ranch east of Sterling, while the man stroked his cock. When Jess had ejaculated again, for his second time that night, the big man rolled over on top of him, lifted one of Jess’ ankles to his shoulder with one hand, covered Jess’ mouth tightly with the other to cover any outcries—the two having canlı kaçak iddaa heard the men starting to leave the Buckhead ranch bar over the past twenty minutes—and thrust his cock home again.

Lying on his back and looking up at the towering figure standing over him, legs spread, feet planted on either side of Jess’ thighs, Jess’ eyes were arrested by the size of the cock dangling down from the man’s groin. He had had this in his throat. He had had a larger measure of it up inside his ass. The man was buttoning up his shirt. He saw Jess looking up at him and laughed.

“You have a sweet channel for a man your age,” he said. “I could just about go again. You get what you came for? You feel fucked?”

“Yes.” Jess was still panting from the second fucking. He raised a hand and placed it on the meat of the man’s calf, above the boot top. He moaned. He was exhausted, but still . . .

“You’d like me to fuck you again?”

“Yes.” It came out as a moan.

The man laughed. “Maybe someday. Maybe someday I’ll get to that Tharp ranch you talked about. Where? Sterling, Colorado, was it? Yeah, maybe. You were a good lay. Better than they got upstairs there at Buckhead. Can you imagine what it would have cost both of us for the time we been at it?”

A chill went up Jess’ spine. Had he really told this man—this magnificently built man—where he lived? And was what he said about maybe seeing him there sounding more like a threat than a fantasy? Danger signals were buzzing in his head.

“Couldn’t fuck you again unless I was hard,” the man said.

It was humiliating, but Jess couldn’t help himself. He grabbed the man’s other calf with his other hand, and, with a groan, raised his torso so that he could open his lips over the bulb of the man’s cock and sucked.

Laughing, the man grabbed Jess by the forearms, pushed him away, and lowered his torso back to the grass. “I think you’ve had enough,” he said. “Any more and you’d need to be paying me for it.”

“I would. I will—pay you for it,” Jess said, his voice coming out in a whine.

The man just laughed again, stepped away from Jess’ body, scooped up his jeans, and faded into the blackness of the night.

* * * *

Jess didn’t remember much from the rest of the cattle drive. His thinking was consumed with the man who had fucked him on the banks of the Platte. They did camp again near North Platte on the way back to Colorado, and Jess returned to the Buckhead ranch—this time on a Wednesday evening. The visit wasn’t all that satisfying, however. The session with Ned this time seemed seedy and unfulfilling in relationship to the cocking he’d gotten from the tall, dark stranger. Jess wondered if a visit to the Buckhead ranch would ever be the same again.

So preoccupied was he with both the humiliation and glory of the night on the banks of the Platte that Jess almost missed what was happening in a field at the back of the ranch house, a field his wife had been after him for a couple of years to have planted to vegetables and fruit to augment their needs, as they approached their ranch. It was James who keyed him in.

“My god, who is that? Look at how big and muscular he is, father.”

Jess looked up to see the field half plowed—by a tall, muscular man guiding a plow behind two horses. The man was stripped to the waist. His torso muscles rippled and bulged from the effort. He was dark-headed and his torso and forearms were matted with curly black hair. So hard-bodied was he and so much was the exertion of his work that the veins running through his torso and arms popped out on his tanned skin.

The man looked up; it was the man. The man who had fucked Jess on the banks of the Platte. He stopped plowing momentarily and turned and gave a nod to the owner of the ranch, his two sons, and the three cowboys returning from the Omaha stockyards. Then he returned to the plowing.

Jess hoped that his gasp wasn’t audible.

James was just staring hard at him. John asked his father, “Who is he, Father?”

“I have no idea. He ain’t from around here.”

“Perhaps Mama will know,” John said.

“Indeed, maybe she will,” the father answered. But he had the sinking feeling that it was his own babbling in the postcoital cooling off from sex that had led the man here. Panic set in—but so did the reaction of Jess’ body. His skin was crawling with the memory of the touch of the man’s strong hands on him, and his ass was twitching—also with the memory of a special touch of another kind.

* * * *

“I told you we needed to get a field plowed to vegetables and fruit,” Mary told Jess over final preparations in the kitchen for dinner. “I grew weary of telling you and the man showed up looking for work. And he obviously can do the work. He has most of the field plowed already. That’s more than you’ve gotten done for us out there in the last three years.”

“Careful woman,” Jess said, “You forget yourself on who makes decisions around here. The man looks like canlı kaçak bahis trouble. I will not—”

“Shhh, he will hear you, Jess. And the man has a name. He is Damon. Damon Smith, he told me.”

“How so will he hear me, Wife?”

“He is in the dining room with the children. He has come for dinner.”

“Come for dinner? Eating with the family?”

“Yes, and I have given him our old homestead cabin to live in. He’s a farmer, not a cowboy, Jess. He will not mix well with the other men. And just you wait, what he produces for us will be far more useful and valuable for the family than any one of your other hired men.”

Jess bit his tongue from saying that there was only danger to the family unit from this man’s presence here, but he said nothing. To say anything would be to say too much. And she had a point about the man. Putting him in the bunkhouse with the cowboys would be like putting a rooster in the hen coup. And beyond that, in the back of his mind, he was thinking that having him bunking alone in the old homestead cabin had possibilities. But then he shook his head. He couldn’t possibly be thinking that. The man had to go.

Dinner was covered with a veneer of comfort and conviviality, but under that was a deep layer of tension—at least for Jess, although he fancied he could feel it in others as well, except, perhaps in the man, Damon, himself and the younger son, John, who obviously saw nothing wrong in another man than his father putting his feet under the family table. James seemed drawn to the man and asked him all sorts of questions about farming. It didn’t help the level of tension in the room that James’ interest in farming rather than cattle ranching had a history of battle lines drawn in the family—not just between father and son but also between husband and wife, as Mary supported James in his interest.

Perhaps, Jess thought, this was the source of the tension underneath the surface of the conversation at the dinner table. Perhaps, though, it was because he had told Mary that this would be the last dinner the man took in the family dining room.

He brought the subject up near the end of the meal, saying, “We asked you to dinner as a welcome, Damon. But henceforth you will be eating in your cabin—unless you wish to eat with the other men in the bunkhouse dining room. Your meals will be brought to you unless you have said you wanted to fix a meal for yourself.”

Damon took the command well—in fact he was taking the subservient roll of a field hand well at the dining room table. This didn’t lessen the tension inside Jess, though, and he only hoped that when he spoke he didn’t reveal how nervous—and aroused he was.

Late that evening Jess closed the Bible on his lap and spoke up. “I forgot to put out the feed for the cattle in the north pasture, Mary. I will go do that now. I may be late in getting it done. You need not sit up for me.”

She looked up from the stitching she was doing, looked over her glasses at her husband, and smiled. She said nothing—not even about the tremble Jess seemed to have acquired in his hands on the just-completed cattle drive.

The path to the north pasture passed by the old homestead cabin, which was beyond the line of sight from either the ranch house or the bunk house.

A light was glowing in the cabin, and Damon was standing in the doorway, naked to the waist, An arm flung up the frame of the doorway, and his opposite hip thrust out at a provocative angle. A smile was fixed on his face as he watched Jess approach on his way to the field. He had a stalk of wheat in his mouth that he was chewing on, all casual like.

It wasn’t long at all before Jess was standing at the side of the bunk beds in the cabin’s second room, grasping the side slat of the upper bunk, his buttocks rearing out into the room behind him, and his feet planted firmly on the worn wood floor. Damon stood behind him, an arm wrapped around Jess’ waist with a broad hand palming Jess’ naked belly and the other hand around Jess’ throat, arching the older man’s chest back, as Damon’s cock pounded hard and deep up into Jess’ channel.

Jess was whimpering and moaning. Damon was laughing. He was still chewing on the stalk of wheat.

* * * *

“We must move away from the kitchen window,” Mary murmured. “If he returns from the north pasture early, he might be able to see your head beside mine if he goes into the barnyard.”

“Whatever you say, sweet lady,” Damon whispered. He lifted her with strong, calloused hands at the waist from where he was bent over her at the kitchen sink, turned her, and, taking two steps, bent her over the kitchen table. He managed all of this without dislodging his cock from her ass channel. He moved one hand back to covering a breast in her unbuttoned dress top and the other one from her crotch, where he had a thumb on her clit and fingers buried in her cunt. He was moving the fingers, but otherwise he was standing, steady, and letting her fuck her ass on his cock.

“Please, can we go to the bedroom and do it proper—like we did before Jess got home from the cattle drive?” she whispered through pants and moans. “Jess and the boys never come into the house this time of day.”

“I wouldn’t want—”

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Since being introduced to the pleasures of man on man sex I had begun to crave it even more. Luckily my new friends, Alex and Mitch, were always more than willing to accommodate my need for cock. It seemed like the more I was fucked, the more I wanted to be fucked. If I wasn’t able to get together with them I was looking for other ways to get off with something in my ass. I bought a rather large butt plug and was finally able to work it all the way in. If you’ve never had one I suggest you get one! Once I was able to fully insert it and keep it there for longer than a few minutes, I started getting braver and would wear it out in public or just go to sleep for the night with it inside me. Going to the store to grocery shop while you’re plugged is a huge turn on! Anyways, back to the point of the story…Since I was experimenting with larger objects in my ass I decided that I needed to be DP’d.

Of course, once I told Alex and Mitch about this they were all too excited to try it out. The evening started out as any other did when I was planning to get fucked. I would spend extra time making sure I was clean (inside & out), slide my new plug in to get my hole warmed up and head on over to their house. Once I was there we’d usually just get right bahis firmaları down to business. I’d become quite a fan of sitting in the hot tub and getting my dick sucked by one of them while I sucked the other. We usually all shot at least one load before heading into the bedroom to fuck. And since we were regularly meeting we had decided to get tested for STD’s so we could enjoy barebacking each other.

So there we were in the hot tub catching our breath when we decided that it was time to go fuck. I was so excited to try being DP’d that I barely lost my erection after cumming the first time. I still had my plug in and was feeling more than ready to get the party started. We headed into the bedroom and got on the bed. I got on my knees in the doggystyle position and began to suck Mitch’s cock to get it good and hard while Alex got behind me and removed my buttplug. Once it was out they traded places and Mitch placed the head of his cock at my willing asshole. As I hungrily sucked Alex’s cock now, he pushed me back onto Mitch’s cock and I was once again filled with two cocks at once, but this isn’t the double penetration that I was after that day.

Mitch slowly and rhythmically pushed his throbbing cock in and out of my ass while kaçak iddaa I worked Alex’s cock to rigidness with my mouth. Much to my dismay they both pulled their cocks out of me and I all of a sudden felt an emptiness that needed to be filled. Alex laid down on his back and I positioned myself in the missionary position over his hardness and sank down on it. My hungry ass devoured his cock all the way to the hilt with one smooth movement. I rose up so he could fuck me a bit before the final assault on my ass.

When I first told them of my desire to be fucked by both of them the same time Alex voiced a concern that I had not considered. Since they would both be fucking me at the same time both of their cocks would be rubbing each other as well as being squeezed by my asshole. This meant they would probably both cum rather quickly. I told them not to worry because if it felt as good as I thought it would, I would cum just as quick. Not to mention I may not be able to keep both of them inside me that long anyway.

While Alex fucked me, Mitch got some more lube for his cock and positioned himself behind me. The moment his cock touched my asshole I almost came. Alex stopped fucking me and pushed his cock all the way inside me and held it there. kaçak bahis I can barely describe the feeling of sheer pain and pleasure that swept over me as Mitch started to push his cock into my now occupied hole. I made sure he knew to go slow, but also that I didn’t want him to stop no matter how much I begged. As he slowly worked his cock inside I could feel myself getting light headed and felt like I may actually pass out! Once he got his cock all the way in he held it there for a few seconds. It felt like an eternity!

I’m not sure how, but I managed to speak and tell them I was ready for them to start fucking me. We started off slow and it took a few strokes before we could develop a rhythm. I felt like I was being split in half, but it was the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced. Just as we thought though, neither of them was able to last long and it only took about a minute before they both started cumming in my ass. As I felt both of their cocks start to spill their seed in my ass it pushed me over the edge and I exploded all over Alex’s stomach.

Somehow I managed to pull myself off their cocks and roll over on to the bed. We all just sort of collapsed for a few minutes as I felt that feeling of emptiness wash over me again. As we regained our strength we got up and washed off in their oversized shower. My asshole felt like it was literally on fire, but it was the most pleasurable heat I’ve ever felt…and with any luck I’ll feel it again.

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***I’ve had elements of lesbian romance in my works here & there before (see http://www..com/s/a-wild-thing-in-the-darkness-ch-01 on my page), but I’ve never done a piece just in that genre until now and listed it as such.

This is a part of another tale of mine, “Chameleon in Chrome” which is running in the Non-Human category. I wrote it ages ago, but I’ve been posting it lately to cover a gap in my regular writing. I just polish it a touch and go.

But as I was doing that for the next chapter, I sat back and looked it over. I’ve always had a thing for reading a touch of lesbian love which is set at Christmas.

Ok, I’m blushing a little here, I just enjoy those ones a lot, ok? They uh, … they just get to me somehow.

In this, I suddenly realized that I’d written that sort of story without even meaning to, so I wiped the dust off my screen and brought it to term.

Since it’s the December 23nd this evening, I know this will be way late for Christmas. I just hope that it’s enjoyed.

It takes place about 300 years in the future on a low-rent trading post and spaceport called Nanworth Colony someplace way out there. Inside, it’s warm and as crooked as hell on about every administrative level.

Outside, it pure holy howling frigid Hell where the blizzards seldom stop and the cold just sucks the life from you – so hardly anyone ever goes there, unless they’re being paid really, really well for it.

The first part doesn’t fit the genre at all – but it sets the stage for the rest in a big way, so if you’re a purist, just try to get through the first page or so.

Meet Debbie La Croix – an unhappy woman with a past. 🙂

Oh, and Merry Christmas.

0_o

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The Anubian sat on a small bench with his arms restrained straight out on either side of him. The tranquilizer that he’d been hit with was finally wearing off, though slowly, since they’d kept the dose topped up and he found himself trying to work his consciousness through the fog of it.

He’d been drugged, though he’d never fully lost consciousness. He wanted to snort in derision.

Humans and their stupidity.

It even went as far as what they thought that they knew about his kind.

He did hear the door to the cell being unlocked very quietly, though, and he waited with his eyes closed; his head not hanging down quite so much anymore.

He felt the bonds around his wrists which held him there, but he also felt that his bracers hadn’t been removed. He guessed that they’d either been overlooked somehow or that more likely, his captors hadn’t thought them to be important.

He activated the cameras in the left one with a curling motion of one finger. The tendon in his forearm stood out and he heard the barely-audible click. He had a feeling that he’d want a record of this.

The female pound guard crept into the cell, barely moving — barely daring to draw a breath as she came. She knew that what she’d been trying to fight off in her mind was unconscionable and very likely highly illegal as well, given her position.

She didn’t want to harm him in any way, though the thought in her mind of what she wanted to do would still constitute abuse in the strict legal sense once she was living her little fantasy.

But she couldn’t help herself anymore. He’d been here under sedation for the maximum allowable time. She felt drawn here, and it was going to have to be now or never.

She hadn’t been pulled here by any conscious thought of desire from ‘him’. This was all something inside of her and she’d finally lost her ability to fight off her desires any longer.

It happened to her fairly often. It was one of the reasons that she was working here, after all.

She looked at him, sitting there with his eyes closed. Her own eyes ran over his lean and muscled body. Side to side and top to bottom, he was the single most wickedly attractive male that she’d ever seen and, …

God, she thought; he must stand well over six feet tall.

Well, when he was on two feet anyway.

As she crept closer, she barely felt her tongue as it slipped out of her mouth to lick her own lips, though she noticed after a moment and gently bit her lower lip as she edged nearer. It was as hard as anything to do, but she brought her face as close to his muscled body as she could and inhaled his scent a little slowly.

What she smelled was a little foreign to her, but that didn’t matter.

His scent screamed ‘MALE’ to her. Pure, heavy-balled musk hit her brain and it told her a lot about him if you were a female with eyes to see his power and beauty as well.

He was the kind who could bang you until you threw your head back into the pillow so hard that you could hear your own vertebrae grind, as well as the way that your jaw threatened to snap its ligaments as you screamed for him.

And if by some magic miracle, you managed to retain enough control to lunge up and bite one of those nipples in your joy, well, he’d just roar at you and fuck you even harder.

He canlı bahis was the kind who’d laugh softly as he watched you get up on aching and trembling hips to stumble uncertainly to the can for a piss – if he didn’t change his mind and fuck you all over again right then on the floor. It would come to you then that it wasn’t out of cruelty or anything stupid – he actually cared and it would amaze him that you’d have put it off for that long when you didn’t need to at all.

He was just amazed that you did.

Hell, he’d CARRY you there if he thought that you couldn’t make it.

To one very lonely female guard who worked alone far too often at the animal impound, that was love if it stayed with you.

She knew the kind. She’d had one once upon a time; an incredible male who could make her grab her pillow and hold on in a white-knuckled grip so that at least she had something to lay her head on while he held her up on failing knees and caressed her everywhere that he could reach so softly and well while he STILL fucked her brains out and chuckled over the staccato slapping of his hips on her ass.

But she’d lost him one night as he’d worked overtime on the outside and an avalanche took him from her forever.

She’d never been the same since, though she tried never to let it get to her too much.

When it did, there was always the ones that the cops brought here, wasn’t there? Most of those ones couldn’t hold a candle to her Robby’s memory – though this one might, she guessed.

It was just too bad that he was likely an animal. Why if he could even speak to her a little, she’d do anything in her power to free him…

Just as long as he fucked her like Robby used to and he stayed around and never went to the outside.

But she guessed that he wasn’t like that; he was just a fuck in an animal impound to her, just passing through on the way to wherever they threw these things after the quick hearing. She lowered her nose and inhaled again.

She wanted to groan, but she didn’t; being so careful to not even exhale against him in order to draw another breath of him into her nostrils. Her knees felt a little weak for it all the same and she sank onto them onto the floor there between his legs and looked up at his face.

He was something, she thought. With those pointed ears standing straight up the way that they were, and, his coal black fur …

And she could just make out the tip of one tooth at each corner of his long, narrow mouth as they extended barely past his sweet-looking lips.

To her at the moment; he was sooo sexually attractive to her. She actually felt a little lost. She was already wet.

She’d always had thoughts of fucking with one of these dog-men things.

She wanted to touch the very short fur which covered those long muscles. She almost ached to do it, too.

She stopped as she consciously forced herself to remember that she had turned off the surveillance cam in this cell. Just to make certain, she looked up and she saw that the tiny LED was out.

It was a moment of pure coincidence, but as she turned her head back to look at him again, she didn’t see it as the tiny LED winked back on.

She sighed inaudibly. She’d done this before to other males — just not one like him and she wondered if she might ever get the chance to even meet one of these ones for herself one day, though she supposed not. She saw them only very rarely, most often in the company of their females, and there was no ignoring the looks of disdain with which they regarded humans. She shook the thought out of her mind.

Even the females looked so good to her, and from the very little that she’d heard at all of their kind, they were all known – once you got their fuses lit properly – to be such incredible sex beasts.

She guessed that the best that she could manage here was to fuck him while he was still out of it and satisfy herself with that.

She knew what she’d do after that, of course; though waiting for her shift to end would feel like forever passing. She’d run out and scour the vidshops in the commerce sector, looking almost frantically until she found her favorite seller in the corners, knowing that he probably wouldn’t let her down.

But she was confident that at some point later today, she’d go home and shove the wolfish-looking dildo that she planned to buy into her as she watched the illegal porno that she’d hopefully find. The worm in the little shops was good to her, knowing that she was a little bent and he always kept odd things in stock just for her — since she kept coming back.

What she didn’t know in her ignorance of his kind was that no such video existed. No Anubian would have ever consented to be a part of such a thing, even if he or she was starving and needed the money.

There was nothing illegal about inter-species relationships out this far, but pornography of it was illegal to make, sell, purchase, or own. Humans were still humans, and their lawmakers knew that if they didn’t at least try to keep some sort of lid on things, sooner or later, bahis siteleri somebody somewhere would start screwing potted plants or other things which couldn’t say no.

She’d done this before to male prisoners of various species that the cops brought here sometimes if they didn’t know what to do with them, though she’d never had a shot at one like this one ever.

She was actually beginning to hope that they’d forgotten about this one. With a little luck, this might work out and she could maybe make it a regular thing to help her get through her long shifts.

You had to time things right, that was all, she told herself. At the right time, they’d still be under, pretty much and she’d suck to get them hard. It usually didn’t take long at all, thanks to the particular sedative that was used here.

Once that had happened and she could see what they had, she’d climb up and ease herself down on them for a hopefully fine fuck until she was happy. The contraceptive foam in her pussy would deal with the spermatozoa and with a quick wipe of a towelette, no one would be the wiser. Best of all, they’d never really be sure of what had happened.

She opened her mouth and her tongue slipped out to lick the end of his sheath. Now that it had begun, she felt a little emboldened and she began to try to get her tongue into the end of it.

She felt the tip and the heat which was beginning there and in only moments, she felt it as the end of it grew to emerge for her. With a sigh that she couldn’t contain, she began to fellate him.

She gave in to her want and her hand reached out to caress and hold his scrotum. The balls in there felt so large and heavy to her and when she felt that he’d reached what had to be his full size, she started licking it up and down over it’s long and darkly pink length.

A good thing that she was already on her knees, she thought, the taste and the heat of it would probably have driven her there anyway.

She reminded herself that time was against her, so she quickly stood up and pulled off her trousers to prepare herself for the final sweet part. With her hands on him in such private places, she doubted that he’d notice her weight as she sat on that fine long prick of his.

But she landed on the floor, jumping off just in time as he’d opened his eyes and snarled. The way that his teeth had snapped shut almost over her nose had been a hell of a fright and a very near thing.

She heard the hallway door open behind her and she jumped up to get her pants on as quickly as she could.

It didn’t help that the prisoner was almost barking the place down in his rage at her.

“What were you doing?” the shift super asked as she came to the open door with three others, one of them a human male.

“N-nothing,” the pound worker said.

“Oh fuck off,” the older woman groaned, rolling her eyes, “Nothing, huh?

Think you can come up with a good lie here for the public about how your belt is hanging undone and your shirt is outside of your pants?”

She pointed to the camera on the wall above them, “Try hard, Debbie. I need to hear a really good fairy-tale after what I was looking at in the monitor back there a few seconds ago.

I just happened to look at the panel on my way by and I found just one cam switch in the off position. I turned it on just for the hell of it and guess what I was looking at.”

Debbie stuttered and mumbled for a moment, and the super told her to unlock the restraints.

She looked up, her mouth falling open, “But, … but, .. he, …”

“Just unlock him,” her superior said, “As usual, the Security types can’t tell something intelligent from a rock and they brought him here by mistake — since their own IQ is a lot closer to the rock.”

She turned to the others, “It happens here now and then. If I hadn’t been out on my lunch at the time that your friend was brought in, I’d have set them straight.”

The supervisor turned to the quiet, though still angry individual on the bench, “I’m very sorry about all of this, Sir.”

His ankles were free as Debbie worked with trembling fingers. He didn’t move a hair, though he glared at her, waiting. When both of his wrists had been freed, he moved faster than anyone would have believed possible, grabbing Debbie by the throat, lifting her clean off the floor to growl in accented, yet startlingly clear English.

“Do not ever dare to try to stand in my sight again.”

He threw her against the single barred wall next to the door as though it was nothing. Her head slammed against the bars and she fell into a heap on the floor.

The large male might have been an Anubian, but his relieved little wife was a different species entirely and she was against him the next instant, holding on for all that she was worth.

It softened things for him in a heartbeat as he looked down at her for a moment as he held her, and then he looked up.

“I have video of the whole incident,” he said coldly, “and now I will go to swear out a complaint against this one, you, and this whole place,” bahis şirketleri he said quietly, “There is an Anubian embassy here — as you call us — and I will seek what aid that I can there.”

With that, they left the impound.

————————

Back in the depths of the facility, Debbie had regained consciousness and she began to sputter about calling the cops herself to have the creature charged with assault as she tried to hold her head.

“Just shut up and have one of these headache pills, sweetie,” the supervisor said quietly as she sat on the floor with her arm around Debbie, “With a little luck, nothing will come of it since the cops here are such fools. The only problem will be the record of you trying to fuck yourself on him.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Debbie sobbed, “I’ll lose my job if anybody ever sees that.”

The other woman nodded, “Listen, you’re not the first one who’s done that. I’ve been doing it forever. I just don’t get as many chances for it these days, that’s all.

Hey,” she paused, thinking things over, “have you ever, … you know, … uh, with another girl? Maybe we could get together later after I wipe that video. I’ve got the key, you know.”

———————————

Weeks later, Debbie made her way slowly through the edges of the commerce sector to a type of establishment which still existed in many settlements and on many worlds. Anywhere that man (and more importantly, woman) traveled and somehow set up in commerce, it wasn’t long before there were coffee shops or cafes.

Debbie had a few reasons to be at least a little cautious. The day that she’d tried to have her way with the Anubian prisoner at the impound, her supervisor had suggested a way out in a sense. It took Debbie only a few minutes to discover that whatever had been recorded by the surveillance camera in the Anubian’s holding cell was not likely ever going to be erased by her supervisor, no matter what she might have agreed to.

It was worth far more if it could be used as leverage for extortion.

She’d started to agree in principle, but she tried to specify that what had been recorded be erased first.

“Well I can’t do that honey,” the woman had smiled, “I might be ordered to provide it, but if I don’t hear anything by this time tomorrow, then, …”

Debbie had guessed how things might go and she’d left then. She’d already heard about the way that these things went through others, and she also knew that no matter what she did, …

And so, after hours of her crying over things in her regretful guilt, Debbie had come to a series of decisions.

Robby hadn’t exactly left her independently wealthy, so she had to work at something in the long term, but he had done his best to see that she’d be as well looked-after as he could manage things.

She gave her notice the next day and when the woman made a few threats in a roundabout way unless she cooperated, Debbie quit on the spot and walked away.

She went down to the Nanworth equivalent of the trailer park of long ago and she checked out her old vacation home, as it were, to see if it was still liveable.

This was the old and slow travel hauler that they’d bought together and fixed up a little and then used on a few vacation trips here and there throughout the same system. Debbie wiped her tears and thanked Robby’s memory once again. She could live here and sell off their other assets — namely the condo where they’d lived.

With a little luck, that might get her enough to buy a new fuel cell and then she could leave, though it might take her half a year to get it all done. She had a notion to move to a larger rock where they’d liked to go fishing. Maybe she could set up a business there, who knew? She just knew that she didn’t want to go on living on Nanworth, for damn sure.

As she liquidated everything and scraped her money together, she found that she had in the neighborhood of enough for a fuel cell, but not enough to really give her much of a grubstake to get started with if she subtracted what she’d need to live on until then.

So there was her problem.

She thought about it for a few days and decided that she could take in a roommate to help out with the costs and if she was as careful saving as she’d been up to this point, well then it might work.

It took her a month or so to get up her nerve and then she put out an ad on a local buy & sell site that she knew was well-situated in the Arrivals terminal at the port on the large monitors there.

She spent a week or so just tossing responses for one reason or another and then she’d read a reply which grabbed her somehow, sent as it had been by a new arrival who needed a place to stay while looking for someone in her family.

The text discussions had gone fairly well to that point, so Debbie suggested a meeting in a safe place — which was why she was working her way to the coffee shop right then.

She went in and bought a small cup of coffee and then sat down outside in the mall to wait, watching the people who came and went. The ones inside were either definitely not the one that she was looking for or they were right out as far as she was concerned, though a glance at the time told her that she was still a bit early.

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When I was younger, I got myself into a bit of trouble. It was all because of this fucking girl. I know, I know, how many times have you heard this story before? Except I’m serious. She was real trouble…and real fine. I mean fine like she brought tears to your eyes fine. Fine like everyone stopped to take a peak when she walked by fine. Her name was Japhet, but everyone called her Jaffy. She had long, silky, hair that hung down her back, creamy, honey-colored skin, dark piercing eyes, full lips that were made for sucking things, all kinds of things, and a body that she poured into her clothes day after day. The epitome of a well-developed hour glass figure with perfectly round tits and an ass that I still can’t get out of my head years later. Jaffy. Was she worth the trouble I got in? No. But damn, didn’t I say she was fine?

Oh, hi. I’m Tae. My real name is Teagan Elba Maria Jackson Gonzalez, don’t laugh. I’m half black and half Puerto-Rican. The only unique thing about me is my first name. The second name is my paternal grandmother’s, the third, “Maria,” is the name I was given at Communion. Jackson is my mother’s last name, Gonzalez is my father’s. I usually complained about my name, considering I swear it was 15 years before I could spell it, but that summer I was happy to be half spic. Even all the years of fighting with my parents because of my “dyke-tendencies” (my mother’s term) and my unwillingness to wear a dress after Communion was worth it that summer. Why? Because my heritage saved my life.

When I met Jaffy, I was 19. Old enough to know better? Yes. I’d actually just finished my first year at junior college. Some shit-hole college in Long Island, but it was the only place I could go that allowed me to stay on campus after I fucked up in high school. And my mother was not kidding when she said she wanted me out of Chelsea.

Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. I was born and bred in the housing projects on the west side of lower Manhattan, an area better known as Chelsea. If you visited today, you’d be amazed to see housing projects in such an upscale area…the joys of gentrification. Yes, I know a few big words, I said I just finished my first year of college didn’t I? See, when The Village became too small for wealthy whites, they simply moved 20 blocks north, invading our area. So, the run down area where I used to live now has Starbucks, quite a few gyms (lots of gay, white males in the area), and a bunch of quaint little restaurants. The residential buildings have been knocked down or converted into very expensive condos, and when I say very expensive I mean 2 million dollars for a studio. There are even billboards with half naked men selling underwear all over the place.

But the stores and the migrating population did not change much about the projects. The gang war that had been going on since before I was born was alive and well. My mother said when she was a kid, the gang war was just the blacks living in the Chelsea projects (my neighborhood) fighting with the Puerto-Ricans living in the projects in Fulton (on 17th Street, about 10 blocks south of where I live). When I left for college, it had graduated to the Chelsea Bloods fighting the Fulton Neta’s. I don’t know much about either gang, but this is primarily the reason my mother wanted me on a college campus and out of the neighborhood.

One thing I do know is that my father had moved up the ranks of the Fulton gang before he was sent to prison for twenty years. The drug charge was only his second felony, but unfortunately the drug possession coupled with a manslaughter charge was enough for twenty years. He and my mother had ended their relationship before this happened. I think I was 7 when he was sentenced and they’d ended their relationship when I was around 4. I’m their only kid, although not my father’s only kid. I’m not even sure how they found each other in the first place, a black girl from Chelsea messing with a Puerto Rican gang-banger from Fulton? It was the oddest thing and I could never get my mother to tell me the story…

But I digress. Didn’t I start this story to explain how Jaffy almost got me killed? So, back to that summer. I’m 19 and I’m not drop dead gorgeous, but I’m “cute.” That’s what the girls call me, cute. I inherited long, thick dark hair from my father, as well as my caramel colored skin. The gray-eyes and huge set of tits, however, are strictly from my mother’s side. I don’t know the history of my eyes, other than the fact that my mother has them as well. And when I was 15, I was already wearing a 38DD. My mother has a huge set of hooters as well. Much to my mother’s dismay, my breasts did not instill feminine behavior on my part. Not when I could find pretty decent sports bras that allowed me to live the life of a tomboy, a life I never really grew out of. By the time I was 19, because I was kinda tall (I’m 5’9″), I was a pretty accomplished basketball player. I dabbled in football and handball as well.

I canlı bahis şirketleri hung with gang-bangers in my neighborhood, but I managed to stay out of serious trouble. Probably because most of the guys saw me as their little sister, which meant I had an interesting form of protection whether I wanted it or not. Oh, and the strict rules forbidding girls from joining the gangs in that area helped to keep my nose clean too.

I’m sorry to say that by the time I left for college, most of the boys I used to hang out with, including the one I lost my virginity to, had been killed or sent to prison. So it was pretty easy to get a job and stay put in my mother’s cramped, hot 2-bedroom project apartment when I returned that summer. Even if I wanted to go hang out, my mother kept a leash on me that choked the shit out of me. Not even the heat and the roaches encouraged my mother to relent and let me go hang out. Perhaps if I had listened to her, I wouldn’t be writing this story now.

My mother worked as a CNA, a Certified Nursing Assistant, which meant she made very little money. In fact, the junior college I attended almost didn’t cost us a dime considering our eligibility for financial aid. When I say we were poor, I’m not exaggerating. I had my share of mustard sandwiches when I was a kid. So before I arrived home for the summer, she told me I was getting a job and staying put. She said she was not busting her ass to help pay for school just for me to get in trouble in the hood. It was easy enough for her to keep an eye on me the first two months. But in July, they changed her shift. She had to leave home at 10pm and didn’t return until 8 the next morning. Plenty of time for me to get in trouble.

So, I pretty much picked up where I left off after the shift change. I hung around in front of the building across the street with guys I knew when I was a kid, the few that were left, turning a blind eye to their drug dealing. We played ball when the lights in the park worked, or we simply chilled, drinking beer and smoking weed. I was really one of the guys by now, so when a newbie, a new face in the gang that didn’t know me, tried to hit on me, they were always warned off. No one talked about me being gay, but they knew I wasn’t interested in dating any guys. And when the cops came around, the guys always shuttled me indoors and out of sight so I wouldn’t wind up on the cops’ little lists. You know, the lists they keep of the people they plan to harass when they need to fill their quotas or whatever.

It was on one of these nights, when I had consumed about 4 beers and a few joints, that a gaggle of girls walked by on their way to some club on 26th and 10th. That pretty much mandated that they walk right down our block. The entire group was quite attractive, filling out their tight outfits in a way that would make even a straight girl stare, but when my eyes met Jaffy’s dark, piercing gaze, and she licked those full lips in that sexy way she does…well, the trouble probably started right there. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching the group until they disappeared from sight. It was then one of my oldest friends, Andre, slapped me on the back, laughing, “Tae, stay away from that bitch if you know what’s good for you.”

Was I that obvious? “Oh please, I’m not interested in any of those skanks.”

But I was.

I didn’t see her again for awhile. A week, maybe two? And then, one night, I spent some time taking in my very casual, but if I don’t mind saying “cute,” appearance in the mirror. I had on a regular tee-shirt, some overpriced jeans (hey, working at Dunkin Donuts should have some perks) and a pair of overpriced sneakers. I had cut my hair short and it lay against my scalp nicely, curls here and there. I never wore any make-up or any crap like that, but my caramel colored face, with its full lips, slightly pudgy nose and delectable ass gray eyes, looked okay to me when it winked back at me in the mirror. I liked what I saw. It was almost midnight and Andre was having some kind of party in his one-bedroom apartment. I’m not sure how he even got an apartment in these projects considering the 10 year wait-list, but I don’t ask those kinds of questions. His mother was fucking some guy who worked in the rental office at one point in time…but again, I digress.

I think it was a birthday party for one of Andre’s many girlfriends, but as “one of the guys,” I didn’t have to bring a gift. Just showing up and hanging would be enough. The apartment was packed and the small air conditioner was not doing much to cool things off. There was tons of liquor and a variety of drugs, but I stuck with Heineken and weed. We were watching some porn movie on Andre’s huge projection television when I finally saw her. I wasn’t aware she even knew Andre or any of the people I hung out with, but since Andre had warned me, I should have known. Everyone knew everyone in this small community. She was with her gaggle canlı kaçak iddaa of female friends again, but this time I recognized one of them. Francine. She and I, unbeknownst to anyone else there probably, had spent some time together last summer. I don’t think she was into women, I think she was just into me. But I broke it off before I left for college last August. She saw me, smiled, and worked the room as she made her way over to me. Jaffy, although I didn’t know her name at the time, was only a few steps behind her.

“Tae, Tae, Tae. When did you get back?”

I smiled as she sidled up to me, rubbing her full breasts against my arm.

“Hey Fran. Been back for a few. What’s up?”

She took the question seriously, I’m not sure why, and started rambling on about her first semester in beauty school, her daughter’s upcoming 3rd birthday party (oh, did I forget to mention most of the women in my area had kids young) and some other nonsense. But I wasn’t paying attention. I was watching that honey colored, sexy-as-all-hell nymph make her way across the room toward me, flirting with every male in her path, leaving them all drooling. When she stood about a foot away from me, her perfume dancing in my nostrils, the crowd, the heat, the loud music, and the annoying voice in my ear all but disappeared.

“Hey Jaffy, this is Tae. I told you about her, remember?”

Jaffy held out her hand and I took it, shaking it, not sure what I was doing considering no one greeted each other formally around here. But the feel of her silky skin against my palm only fueled the fire.

“Taegan, right?”

That sultry voice washed over me and I swear I was done for, right then and there.

Lucky for me she seemed as enraptured by me as I was by her. She spent most of the next few hours by my side. We talked politics and religion, we compared acquaintances, we discussed the upcoming Presidential election…but what we really did was flirt quite a bit before deciding that we would be together, in someone’s bed, somewhere, before day break.

And so when I decided to leave around 4am, she just followed me from the party, down the stairs, across the street to my mother’s building, and into the elevator. We didn’t say a word to each other, but we both knew. And when I locked my mother’s apartment door behind us, all I said was “my mother will be home at 8,” and that was pretty much it.

She pushed me back against the front door, standing on tiptoe to press those full, delicious lips against mine. I pulled her against me, enjoying the feel of those womanly curves against me, the feel of our breasts mashed together, her hard nipples pressing into the softness of my flesh, the feel of her full hips grinding against me. She smelled heavenly, her body felt soft and full and sexy, and I knew I was going to have a really good time for the next few hours.

I disentangled myself from her, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward my tiny bedroom. I still had posters from my childhood on the walls and trophies from various sporting events tossed casually here and there. She didn’t care, she was already pulling the form fitting black tank she’d worn over her head, revealing a crimson bra that barely supported her generous breasts. I stepped forward, quickly undoing the clasps in the back, and then bending to take a straining nipple into my mouth. She sighed, her nails digging into my shoulders in a way that egged me on. I was quite accomplished at this by now and was pulling the jeans down from her waist, barely removing her nipple from between my lips. I don’t know what color panties she had on, they went with the jeans when I peeled them from her. For a moment, with what little light filtered through my bedroom window, I took in her feminine form, memorizing the smooth creamy skin and wondrous curves, before I pushed her back gently onto my twin sized bed.

I didn’t bother to undress. There was something sexy as hell about having a woman spread out on your bed, naked, mewling deliciously from your administrations, while you remained fully dressed. I don’t think it was a power thing, I think it was more a recognition that her pleasure was my top priority. I kissed her again, enjoying the taste of her sweet breath, the sound of her gasps as my hands roamed freely. My mouth followed the path of my hands, nipping at her shoulders, feasting on her taut nipples, my tongue diving into her navel playfully. She was squirming when I finally settled between her thighs, taking a second to inhale the delicious scent of her arousal before planting kisses along her feverish flesh. Her fingers made their way into the short curls on my head, her hands trying to guide me to her pleasure spot, but I ignored her, taking my time, waiting until she was almost begging before I truly sampled her. Her hips bucked off the bed, but I stayed with her, smelling, tasting, licking, enjoying the sounds of her tortured wails as I prevented her canlı kaçak bahis from going over. I could feel her trembling, her pearl no longer hiding beneath its hood, slick with arousal, and so hard I thought she might die from the exquisite feel of it all. Finally I sucked it into my mouth, lashing away at it with my tongue, grateful my mother wasn’t home to hear the high pitched squeal she let loose as she went over the edge.

She didn’t touch me at all that first night. It was enough for me to watch her go over again and again and again until she was so tired she begged me to let her sleep. At that point, when she was snoring lightly beside me, I opened my jeans, touched myself lightly and savored one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. I was hooked from that night on.

She was in my bed the next three weeks straight. I barely went out anymore. I might hang with the guys for an hour or two, but when she showed up, that was it. Andre and his boys just shook their heads. I don’t think they were disgusted or anything like that. In fact, I wasn’t sure what the problem was. I learned the hard way.

She was smart and funny with a great sense of humor. When we weren’t fucking, I liked watching movies with her and challenging her ideas. I liked sitting across from her in cheap restaurants and listening to her hopes and dreams. Usually I wasn’t much for girls blabbing, but I could listen to the sound of her voice for hours on end without complaining. And in the bedroom, we spoke a language I doubt anyone else understood. There was some kind of magical connection between us. We moved together like we’d been made for each other. And I never tired of her ability to rev me up, keep me idling, and then allow me to just explode. Whether it was my hand, her hand or her mouth, that delectable mouth that did such wonderful things to my nether regions, the intensity of my orgasm was always the same. To this day I don’t think anyone turned me on the same way Jaffy did that summer. Well, that was until I met Vi, but that’s a different story.

It was toward the end of the third week of our romance when the problems started. First problem? Jaffy had money all of a sudden. A lot of money. I’m not sure where she got it, I didn’t ask (stupid me), but suddenly we were eating in better restaurants and she was buying me expensive gifts. She didn’t have a job, her parents were as broke as my mom, so she shouldn’t have been able to buy me anything really. She even encouraged me to quit my job (yeah, like she had to work hard to convince me) and actually gave me enough money to cover my expenses for the rest of the summer. It wasn’t a lot, but it was more than she could afford and I should have known better.

Next problem? A much bigger one. She was getting high. Not weed high, which she and I smoked regularly, but some other kind of high. I started finding little baggies of white powder in her pockets and in her purse. I didn’t know if it was coke or smack, maybe both because sometimes she was up and wanted to fuck for hours and hours and hours and other times, she was just kinda mellow and wanted to talk, to pontificate, to bond, or simply sit and do nothing. But she started showing up every night like that, high as a fucking kite. And sometimes she would disappear into the bathroom three or four times while we were together. Yeah, I was a fucking idiot back then for sure.

Things didn’t start to go really sour until mid-August. That’s when Andre and a few of the other guys pulled me aside and tried to talk some sense into me.

“Tae, yo, you gotta stop seeing her. Word is she’s into some real shit.”

“What shit?” I asked, wondering if they were jealous.

Andre shook his head, “don’t matter, it’s not shit you want to be into. Kick her before it’s too late.”

You can’t get more obvious than a friend, a genuine friend, telling you to kick a girl to the curb (or more specifically out of your bed). But did I listen? Uh…didn’t I tell you she was fine and she was great in bed? Besides, I was leaving in two weeks to go back to college, what was the harm of seeing her until then?

When she didn’t show up at my mom’s apartment one night, perhaps I should have wondered why. I was disappointed, but I simply went to hang with my boys, making sure I was home well before my mother walked through the door at 8am. We were both sleeping, I’m assuming, when I felt someone yank the blankets from my bed and grab me by the hair, hauling me from the bed unceremoniously. I blinked a few times, trying to get past the marijuana haze, until my eyes focused. I didn’t recognize them. They were Latino, gang signs evident on their arms and faces, and they did not look happy.

“What the fuck?” Probably not the smartest words to leave my lips given the circumstances.

“Marcos wants to see you,” someone growled.

My blood froze. Marcos was one of the higher-ups in the Neta gang from Fulton. Certainly not someone you want to piss off or be dragged off to meet. And for them to break into my mother’s apartment, in broad daylight, for an impromptu meeting was not a good sign. I wasn’t in a gang, but I knew a little about gang culture. Like I said, this was not good.

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This was my entry for the 2019 Winter Holiday contest.

As always, thanks to my editor, ThisNameIsntTakenYet, for his invaluable work to make me look actually literate to the impartial observer.

Special thanks to the inimitable Salandar, for setting me straight on a troublesome story beat. She’s a brilliant, classy lady whose level I aspire to reach.

~~ Monday evening, December Twenty-Third ~~

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Kathryn muttered under her breath as the line of cars ahead of her slowly crawled through the traffic light. It turned red before she could get through.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, and slapped the steering wheel of her well-worn Honda Civic in frustration.

“Mommy, you said a swear!” the small voice in the back seat exclaimed. She turned and smiled at her four-year old daughter. Caitlyn was wearing her Christmas dress, with its broad green and white stripes and little felt gingerbread men dancing along the hem of her skirt. Her puffy pink jacket and boots did little to detract from her cuteness.

Kathryn tucked a lock of her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ear, then picked up a quarter from the cup holder and held it out to her. “You got me sweetie! You can put this in the swear jar when we get home.” Her little girl made the quarter disappear into her pocket. “Mommy just wants us to get there before they close.” She turned back and followed the car ahead of her as the light turned green.

Tonight, was the last night of the famous Christmas village the next town over from theirs, and Kathryn was praying she could make it in time for Caitlyn to get a picture with Santa. Between work, school, all the chores it took to keep the house in order and her child fed and clean, she hadn’t had a spare moment the entire month.

As she pulled into the parking lot for the town park, her heart sank. There were few people about and most of the lights in the village were turned off. She jumped out of the car, bundled Caitlyn into her arms and hustled towards the center of the village. Maybe we can catch Santa before he’s left, she hoped as she hustled through the mostly empty market.

“Oh no, mommy! Is Santa gone?” Her daughter’s plaintive question threatened to break her heart as they came to the North Pole scene set up in the middle of the village square. Santa’s throne sat empty, with a lone elf picking up trash around the tiny house.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. It looks like we missed him.”

“But if I can’t tell him I won’t be home, he won’t be able to find me on Christmas! Can I stay home tomorrow so I won’t miss him?” The quiver in her voice was a clear announcement that tears were imminent.

Kathryn sighed. “Baby, we talked about this. You have to go to your Daddy and Gramma’s tomorrow, okay? I promise Santa will find you.”

Kathryn felt a tap on her elbow and turned to find the elf standing next to her. She was a cute, wholesome looking young woman, about the same age as herself, wearing a bright green skirt. Her shirt and tights with covered with red and white candy cane stripes. The fake elf ears sticking out from her long shaggy black hair poked up next to the white fur trim around the brim of her green stocking cap. She smiled brightly at Caitlyn.

“Exc-u-u-u-u-se me little girl!” she said in a fake, squeaky elf voice. “Did I just hear you have an urgent message for Santa? He’s my boss, you know!”

“Really?” Caitlyn’s quivering lip turned into a smile faster than Kathryn could believe.

“Really! I’m Megan, what’s your name?”

“Caitlyn,” she said, shyly.

“Well, Caitlyn,” Megan said as she leaned down and presented one of her elf ears to the little girl, “why don’t you whisper your secret in my ear and I’ll pass it on to Santa for you?”

“No! I can’t tell you! I have to tell Santa!”

“Caitlyn! Don’t be rude!” Kathryn admonished her, but Caitlyn was having none of it.

“Mommy, I need to tell Santa!” The tears were back.

“Caitlyn…” She felt so helpless. Tomorrow was going to be horrible enough. If there was just some way…

Megan touched Caitlyn gently on the arm to draw her attention back and addressed the little girl seriously. “You really need to see Santa tonight, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Caitlyn said, rubbing her eye with her tiny fist.

“Well! I didn’t realize it was such an important message.” Megan winked at Kathryn. “Tell you what, you sit right here in this throne with mommy, and I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

Kathryn looked around at the empty village and prayed this woman wasn’t about to disappoint her daughter.

“I’ll be right back!” Megan motioned for Kathryn to sit on the throne with her daughter and disappeared into the Santa house.

After a few minutes of sitting on the throne and trying to console her daughter, she had almost decided to give up and head to the car to deal with the inevitable meltdown, when they were both startled as a loud “Ho Ho Ho!” rang illegal bahis out behind them.

Caitlyn’s face lit up as a short, not quite roly-poly Santa came out of the North Pole house.

Kathryn slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. It was clearly Megan, who had changed out of her elf costume and was wearing an oversized Santa suit, complete with a giant, fake snow-white beard and wig and long, red Santa hat. The suit was hanging off her, the legs of the pants rolled up and she had clearly stuffed the lumpy jacket with whatever she could find to give the impression of a somewhat fat, jolly Santa.

“M-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-y Christmas!” Megan was using a deep voice, trying to play the part as best she could.

Caitlyn bought it hook, line and sinker.

“Santa!” she shrieked, as she jumped off her mom’s lap and squeezed Megan-Santa’s legs in a bear hug. Kathryn could see just a few wisps of Megan’s black hair sticking out from under the wig and her eyes were twinkling with amusement above her fake beard.

“My elf, Megan, just told me that I missed seeing the most delightful little girl. Are you Caitlyn? You are? Good thing my reindeer hadn’t finished their dinner yet, or I’d be flying back to the North Pole right now and I’d have missed you! Now, let me sit in this chair where good little girls come to tell me what they want for Christmas!”

Megan switched places with Kathryn. Caitlyn eagerly hopped up on her lap, as Kathryn started taking pictures with her phone.

Megan took on a serious tone. “Now, Caitlyn, have you been a good girl this year?”

“I’ve been so good Santa! I clean up my toys! I help mommy with the cooking! I stay in bed at bedtime, well mostly, I mean I try to! And I put the quarters in the jar when mommy says a swear!”

Megan smothered a giggle, then let out another booming “Ho Ho Ho! You do sound like a good little girl! Well, in a few minutes, I’m going to go get in my sleigh and have my reindeer take me to the North Pole, so I can get the last of the presents ready for Christmas Eve. Do you know what I say to my reindeer to get them ready to fly?”

Caitlyn looked at her mommy, who started mouthing “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer…”

Caitlyn picked up on it and loudly recited “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Pancer, and Mixon. On Comics and Cupin and Donder and Bixen. And Rudoph too!”

Megan-Santa cheerfully ignored all the mispronunciations and laughed. “Ho Ho Ho! That’s very good! You are a good girl Caitlyn, what can I bring you for Christmas tomorrow night?”

The little girl looked up at her mommy then said “I want a Barbie Sparkle Unicorn, and I want a Unicorn Purse Pal, and…” She looked at her mommy again then the words rushed out, “and I want you to give mommy good grades so she doesn’t have to study so much and I want you to make it so I don’t have to go to Gramma’s tomorrow.”

“Oh baby,” Kathryn murmured with a shake of her head.

“I see…” said Megan-Santa glancing at Kathryn. “Those are tall orders, Caitlyn. I’m not sure I can do all that. But I tell you what, I’ll work on the first two. And now that you’ve told me you might be at your Gramma’s, I will make sure and find you tomorrow night, no matter where you are, okay?” She looked at Kathryn who nodded her head. “As for your mommy’s grades, well, she doesn’t need help from Santa, because your mommy is very smart. And getting good grades all by yourself is important and makes you feel good about yourself, right?

“I guess so,” the little girl allowed.

“Now, I have to go check on Donder and Bixen before our trip back to the North Pole. It’s been very nice talking to you Caitlyn. Would you like a candy cane?”

“Yes, please!”

Megan-Santa reached into her pocket and pulled out a huge candy cane that was almost a foot long, and held it out to Caitlyn. She took it in both hands and jumped off Megan-Santa’s lap and started happily skipping circles around the Santa house chanting “On Dasher, on Dancer…”

“Thank you so much,” said Kathryn. “You have no idea how much that meant to her. Or to me.”

“All in a day’s work, mommy!” said Megan-Santa, maintaining her character. “How about you? Have you been a good girl? What can Santa bring you for Christmas?”

Kathryn smiled sadly. “Just more time in the day to spend with my little girl. I’m not sure you can fit that in a stocking.” She dug around in her purse then pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill. “Here, it’s not much but…”

Megan-Santa said, “Santa doesn’t take tips, mommy. Now, you take that little girl and you hug her tight tonight and tell her that Santa will be looking out for both of you. Would you like a candy cane too?”

Kathryn laughed. “Sure, why not?”

Megan-Santa pulled out another candy cane, normal sized this time, and handed it to her. “Merry Christmas, mommy,” she said quietly in her normal voice.

“Thanks again. Merry Christmas!” Kathryn gathered Caitlyn and headed illegal bahis siteleri off towards the car.

~~ Tuesday morning, December Twenty-Fourth ~~

Kathryn sat waiting in the parking lot of the Target near the highway, watching Caitlyn in the rear-view mirror.

“It’s going to be okay baby. Daddy and Gramma love you and they’re going to take good care of you. And Santa told me he’ll find you there tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” her daughter said listlessly.

She was about to say more to try and cheer up her daughter when Amanda’s BMW pulled into the parking space next to hers.

They got out of the car, and after a gentle nudge, Caitlyn said, “Hi, Gramma.”

“Hello, Caitlyn,” Amanda said, giving her granddaughter a hug that was clearly unwanted by the little girl. “Now get your bag and get in the car.”

Kathryn rolled her eyes and reached into her car to get her daughter’s bag.

“You’re just spoiling her, not making her do it herself, Kathryn.”

“She’s four and this bag weighs as much as she does, Amanda.” Kathryn got her daughter buckled into the car seat in the back of Amanda’s BMW and kissed her goodbye. “You be a good girl, okay baby? I’ll be here to pick you up on Thursday.”

“I love you mommy.”

“Oh, I love you too, baby doll. You have a good Christmas, okay?” She closed the door and spun around before her daughter could see the tears in her eyes.

“Take care of her, Amanda.”

“We always take good care of her, Kathryn.”

“No, you take care of her. Steve doesn’t do a goddamn thing except drink and yell. And I’ll say what I say every time, if she has one mark on her when she comes back, I’m going to the police, I don’t care if we end up in a women’s shelter or on the street.” She stomped to her car and got in without waiting for an answer. Her little Civic coughed several times before it finally started.

Great, she thought, just the impression I want to give when I’m trying to storm away from my daughter’s grandmother.

~~ Tuesday afternoon, December Twenty-Fourth ~~

Kathryn stared at the books spread out on the table in front of her as the librarians were circulating through the reading room, telling the patrons they were closing in fifteen minutes.

I barely remember a single thing about anatomy I’ve read today, she sighed to herself. It was inter-session, so she didn’t actually have any classes now, but she’d gotten the book list for the spring term and was trying to get a head start. There was never enough time when school was in session. She gathered her books and, once outside, was surprised to see it was still before sundown, although just barely. There was no sunlight because of the icy grey clouds covering the sky. She looked back at the library and saw the sign on the door that read, “Closing at 4:00 PM on Christmas Eve”.

Right. Christmas Eve, she thought, what a miserable holiday tomorrow is going to be.

She looked up at the sky again as fat, wet snowflakes started falling. “Great,” she muttered to herself. The tiny apartment she shared with Caitlyn was a mile’s walk from the university, and since the campus parking pass was an extravagance she couldn’t afford, she’d walked, as usual. Snow started coming down harder as she trudged home. The sidewalks were quickly becoming slippery, with visibility dropping to a few dozen feet. It was beautiful, really. But not if you’re trekking across town., she thought.

She passed several shops and restaurants, most of them closed, and was walking with her head down to keep the snow out of the hood of her jacket when she crashed into a sandwich board sign on the sidewalk, knocking it over. She quickly picked it up, struggling to get back in place. Once she got it standing on its own, she saw the sign said “Flanigan’s Bar – Christmas Eve Special: Shot & a Beer, $3”

She looked up at the bar’s windows. Soft yellow lights inside gave off a welcoming glow that dimly lit the sidewalk around her.

I don’t think I’ve gone into a bar for a drink since before Cait was born, she thought. She looked up and down the street. Not the worst neighborhood she’d pass through. She nodded to herself. I can afford three bucks. She pulled open the heavy wooden door and walked in, stamping the snow off her boots on the rubber mat she found just inside the bar.

The interior was small and cozy, with just a dozen tables and a polished wooden bar down the left side of the narrow room. Christmas music was playing over the speakers. Two of the tables were occupied with couples and there were two rough-looking men sitting at the bar near the back of the room. Kathryn hesitantly took the barstool closest to the window, hanging her coat on the back of her chair.

A minute later, a young woman came out of the back room and called out, “Eddie, need a refill?” One of the men nodded, holding up his empty glass. “Alright, gimme a second. John, use a coaster, canlı bahis siteleri would you?” She picked a cardboard coaster off a pile near the beer taps and expertly flicked it with two fingers like a frisbee towards him. It slid across the bar and fetched up against his glass.

As the barkeep walked towards her, Kathryn looked her over. She had a very punk rock look. Her dark hair was tied back in a shaggy ponytail, she was wearing black lipstick and had a small silver nose stud. The front of her tight, red t-shirt said “Merry F***ing Christmas” in white letters and she was wearing a black leather choker adorned with silver metal studs around her neck. She was also wearing a headband that held up two reindeer on springs like festive antennae. The plastic reindeer’s noses flashed with red LED lights as they wobbled in the air over her head.

She tossed a coaster onto the bar in front of Kathryn and said, “What can I get you?” Then she did a double take and said, “Oh hey! Nice to see you again mommy, how’s Caitlyn doing?”

Kathryn was taken aback, “I’m sorry… do I know you?”

The woman smiled. “Which would help you out more, if I put on my elf ears or if I got back in the Santa suit? Please say the Santa suit because the elf costume turns Eddie into a horn-dog for some reason,” she said, hooking her thumb down towards the men at the far end of the bar.

“Yeah it does!” Eddie said, laughing.

Kathryn gawked at her. “Santa? Oh my gosh, I totally didn’t recognize you! Sorry, was it… Megan?”

Megan laughed, “Yeah, my name is Megan. No worries about the mix-up. I know my normal look doesn’t track with the Santa’s elf thing.”

“No, it certainly doesn’t. I’m not sure I’d have recognized you at all if you hadn’t said something.”

“So, what can I get for you?” Megan was back to business.

“The shot and a beer special?”

“Sounds good. It’s domestic draws, so any of those,” she pointed to the far set of taps. “Bud Light is our most popular. And you can have any of the well liquors. They aren’t great. I’d recommend the bourbon, but just because it’s the least bad of the bunch.”

“Okay, that sounds fine.”

“Be right back.”

She watched Megan go to the other end of the bar and efficiently pour two draft beers at the same time. She put one in front of Eddie, then grabbed a heavy rocks glass from a stack next to the taps and headed back to Kathryn. She set the beer on the coaster, flipped the glass high in the air with her right hand, then pulled a bottle from the rack on the front of the ice bin, while she caught the glass with her left hand. She set it in front of Kathryn and gave her a generous pour from the bottle.

Kathryn had warily leaned back as the drinkware acrobatics was going on in front of her. “That was impressive and not a little scary,” she said.

Megan smirked. “Professional bartender.”

“And professional elf. And professional Santa apparently.”

“Elf is my fourth job. The Santa thing was just a one-off.”

“So, bartending is your, what? First job?”

“Third. My second job is paralegal, but it’s for a non-profit and doesn’t pay much. Paralegal pays for rent, bartending pays for food. Being an elf pays for booze and Christmas presents.” She pulled out a menu from below the bar and offered it to Kathryn. “Hungry?”

“Um… no thank you. So, what’s your first job?”

“Law student,” she said, putting the menu back. “I’ll finish my second year this spring.”

“Well, if you do your first and second jobs as well as you do your third and fourth, you’re going to be a good lawyer.”

“Thanks.” She looked over to see one of the couples stand up from their table and head to the bar looking for their check. “Be right back.”

Kathryn took a sip of her beer. Her mind drifted back to the days before Caitlyn had come along. She’d drank too much of this stuff then, but surely it was okay to have one by herself on Christmas Eve. It’s not like she was partying. More importantly, she wasn’t the ditzy party girl she’d been when she’d dated people like Steve. She frowned at the whiskey on the counter.

“Is your booze harassing you? ‘Cause I’ll ask it to leave for disrespecting my patrons if I have to.” Megan had come back to her end of the bar.

“No… I was just thinking about the last time I drank something like this. It was a long time ago. A different time in my life, you know? But it’s Christmas Eve. So, cheers!” She lifted the glass and took a small sip. She coughed. “Gawd, that’s awful!” she croaked.

Megan laughed. “Yeah, there’s a reason my boss will let me sell that with a beer for three bucks. Sorry about that. The vodka’s worse though.”

“I guess I’m getting my money’s worth,” said Kathryn, laughing and taking another tiny sip.

“Hey are you sure you aren’t hungry? I can get you some happy hour nachos. They’re free as long as you’re drinking.”

“Oh! Well, okay, sure. Thank you!”

“Alright, give me a minute, gotta take care of some stuff.”

The other couple were at the bar now. Megan settled their bill, wishing them a Merry Christmas, then Kathryn heard her yell as she walked into the back room, “Julio! Drop an order of nachos!”

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The music was blaring.

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“I’m Jack”

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“Ting!” The sound of my phone telling me I had a new text. I glanced down to see who it was from. Angie. Perfect.

“Still on for tonight?” it read.

“Wouldn’t miss it!” I replied.

“Me either!” came back.

Angie was a woman I’d met off of Craigslist. My son had gone off on an impromptu sleepover at a friend’s house, leaving me with no plans for the evening. I’d posted a Craigslist ad saying I had suddenly had an evening free and that it would be fun to meet for a drink and perhaps other adult activities. I hadn’t put much hope in it, but figured nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Somewhat to my surprise, I got several emails fairly quickly, and wound up going out with one of the women who emailed. Sure enough, we had a couple of drinks and wound up back at her apartment for the night. As you might guess, it was a terrific night – she was very attractive as well as adventurous.

I got a few more emails the next day as well, and a couple more even after that. One in particular was fun – wondered if the offer was only good the night before or in the future, and saying she appreciated correct grammar and spelling, as well as including a picture. And that she desperately needed a distraction from her suburban, SUV driving, married (‘we can talk about that later’) life.

So of course I wrote back. We emailed back and forth a few times, and wound up meeting at a restaurant/bar we both knew and hit it off, even kissing a bit awkwardly at her car. We kept emailing/texting/talking, waiting on a chance to get together and finally were able to. A couple of mimosas and a foot massage for her later, we wound up stripping each other and had amazing sex. But that’s a story for a different time . . .

We’d stayed in touch and had gotten together when we could – with her still being married and with a couple of kids, and with me having my son half-time, it wasn’t always easy to coordinate. But we managed, and it was worth it every time – she was sexy as hell, she thought I was also, and sex-wise we fit well. And I don’t mean in the anatomical sense, though that was true also. We were equally adventurous, and on the same page. It worked well for both of us.

We had even made it out a few times, to places where no one was likely to recognize her. She’d thought about stepping out for a long time, as her husband was rather lacking, so she’d worked through a lot of the potential issues emotionally beforehand. As she had explained, she still put a lot of effort into taking care of herself and he didn’t, so she wasn’t attracted to him sexually.

Tonight was a night we’d just planned to stay in. She’d said she and her friend Tracie were headed to the mountains for the night, which they’d done somewhat regularly together in the past, so we’d have all night and the luxury of waking up next to each other. Usually we’d talk over a couple of drinks and some snacks, have a movie or music on in the background, and slowly, teasingly, come together. Not always – there’d been times when we just had to have the other, and would start kissing and stripping the other as soon as she walked in the door.

“Ting!” My phone went off again. It was Angie – probably saying she was on the way or something similar. I felt myself stirring at the thought and read over the text.

“OK if Tracie comes along?” I read. Tracie was her best friend, married to a guy who was a complete ass according to Angie. They had also spent an absolutely torrid night together in Vegas on a girls-only trip, and videoed it. Angie had insisted on showing it to me not long after we started sleeping together, and damn it was HOT! They’d both been curious, and attracted to the other (who wouldn’t be?) and after a lot of drinks in Vegas they’d decided it was time to try. Angie had always said it was amazing.

All that went through my brain in a split-second before I texted back. “Of course. What does she like to drink?”

“Same as me.” Good. That meant I didn’t have to visit the liquor store again. Simple tip – when going out with someone, always have what they like to drink on hand when you know they’re coming over.

“Great – about 8?” That was the time Angie had been planning on coming over.

“Yep! C U then . . .”

As I waited and got ready, I pondered what Tracie coming might mean. I knew her husband was an ass and that Angie thought she needed to dump him, but I didn’t quite know why. And, of course, my mind bounced back to the video of their encounter, wondering if that was Angie’s idea or if Tracie just needed a night away also. From what Angie had said, Tracie had never stepped out (unless you count the night with Angie), and hadn’t slept with too many men before getting married.

My mind was still swirling when I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening and hearing Angie say “Hi there!” I turned the corner from the kitchen toward the front door and Angie and Tracie walked in.

“Hey there!” I pulled Angie in to kiss her, since I knew Tracie knew about us. I felt her put her arm around canlı bahis me and hold me in, our tongues finding each other and kissing passionately. Angie broke off just as we were really getting going.

“Bob, meet Tracie. And Tracie – this is Bob.” Angie’s eyes glinted as she introduced us. I had the advantage – having seen the video, I had a good idea of what she looked like – both clothed and naked.

I held my arms out and stepped towards Tracie. “Nice to meet you!” I gave Tracie a brief hug, and felt her arms on my back as she hugged back briefly, giving me a quick impression of her breasts.

“And nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot.” Tracie gave a kind of smirk as she said it, and looked around just a touch nervously.

“Well, come on in! What can I get you to drink?” I motioned them in, seeing that Angie was headed to the kitchen. “I can make mimosas, mixed drinks, a couple types of beer, water, whatever . . . ” I’d led with mimosas since that was what Angie and I had had the first time we’d had sex.

Tracie either didn’t know that or didn’t catch it. “Can you make a gin and tonic?”

I nodded. “Sure, I’ll join you. Have a seat – make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

As I moved to the kitchen, I saw Tracie take a seat on the couch next to Angie. As I made a pair of gin and tonics, and opened a beer for Angie, I felt Angie walk in. She took my head and leaned in to kiss me, full of passion. Our tongues again met and danced, and this time she didn’t break off too soon. We kissed for a minute and then she broke away.

“Mmmm . . . I didn’t want to stop earlier, but . . .”

I nodded. “Yep, company!”

“Her plans fell through, and since we’re supposed to be together up in the mountains I didn’t want her to miss a chance to be away from her house.”

“Oh, no problem. Glad to meet her!”

“See why I couldn’t resist her in Vegas?” Angie smiled as she said it, knowing I’d agree.

“Oh, hell yeah! We better get back out there, though, or I’m going to have to bend you over and take you right now.”

Angie laughed. “Promises, promises . . . ” She picked up her beer and started out to the living room. I followed with the pair of gin and tonics.

Tracie was kicked back on the couch in the middle seat, Angie on one side of her. I handed her the drink and sat down on the open seat, next to Tracie. I took a second to add up my impressions.

Tracie was tall – like 5’9″, a couple of inches taller than Angie. She was also blonde, compared to Angie’s curly dark auburn hair. Pretty face – lean, but not too thin. Looked like a terrific figure – a bit thinner than Angie, with a bust that looked to be similarly sized. Of course, I had the advantage of having seen their video, so I had an idea of what she looked like naked, and subconsciously filling in anything missing. And she was well-proportioned, her legs and torso just right relative to each other. All in all, I could see why Angie would be so attracted to her, and vice-versa. Hell, I was hoping we’d all get naked – and that didn’t even seem like too big a stretch.

We engaged in some small talk, and as we did Tracie drained her drink. “Like another one?” I asked.

She nodded. “That’d be great. Could you make something like a 7&7?”

“Yep, as long as you don’t mind Crown instead. Lime with it?”

“That sounds great. And yeah, with lime,” she said.

I went in to the kitchen and made a couple of Crown and 7s, opening another beer for Angie. I walked back out and handed them their drinks, just grazing Tracie’s fingers as I handed it to her and then watching Tracie take a long pull.

“Mmmmmm. That’s terrific. Thanks!”

“You’re welcome. Glad you like it – one of my favorites.”

Angie seemed to come to a decision. “OK. Bob, we’ve been going out for a while, right? But I don’t know a whole lot about you. And you and Tracie don’t know anything about the other that hasn’t come from me.”

Tracie and I nodded, and Tracie said, “True.”

Angie said, “Right. How about a fun way to fix that? Are you alld up for some truth or dare?”

I laughed. “Sure. This could be entertaining!”

Tracie laughed also, with just a hint of nervousness. I got the impression Angie was trying to nudge her along. “Sure, why not?”

I reached out and patted Tracie on the leg. “There you go! Life is short, and we’re dead a long time.”

Tracie actually laughed. “That’s very true. Probably be good for me to remember that.” The two drinks were starting to take effect, and she was starting to relax. I wondered what Angie had suggested to her before coming over.

Angie piped up. “Anyone need a drink before we start?” Somehow, all of us did, so I went and retrieved drinks for everyone. We settled back down on the couch, everyone slightly more relaxed. Angie’s eyes were gleaming.

“OK, Bob. Truth or dare?”

“Hmmm . . . well, you said you still don’t know much about me. Truth.”

“OK. Did you have sex the night you posted the craigslist ad?”

I had bahis siteleri to chuckle – I didn’t know she was curious. “Yep.” Angie smiled, as if to say that was the right answer. Tracie looked interested also – maybe Angie hadn’t told her the whole story?

“OK, Bob, your turn.”

Time to start feeling out how the night was going to go, which meant picking Tracie. “Hmmmm . . . OK. Tracie – truth or dare?”

Tracie laughed. “OK, truth.”

Should I start fast? Or go slow? Or try to raise everyone’s temperature? Yep – I was horny as hell, and wanted to get laid – and even better if with both Angie and Tracie.

“OK. What kind of panties are you wearing?”

Tracie cocked her head at me and thought for a second.

“A thong.” She chuckled, and Angie grinned, giving me a quick wink as if to say that was the right gambit.

“OK, Tracie, you’re up.”

Tracie didn’t hesitate. “Angie. Truth or dare?”

Angie licked her lips and smiled. “Dare. You already know everything about me.”

That got a chuckle from Tracie. “OK. I dare you to kiss Bob like when we got here.”

Angie didn’t hesitate. She reached over Tracie and grabbed my head, pulling me to her and crushing my lips with hers. I felt her tongue on my lips and opened my mouth, our tongues dancing as our eyes locked together and then closed. We kissed passionately, my loins stirring quickly, and I opened my eyes to see Angie’s open. She flicked them over to Tracie, who was watching from inches away. Tracie’s mouth was slightly open, and you could see she was getting turned on watching us. Angie slowly released me and I could feel how charged she was.

Angie turned to Tracie. “Come on, that’s not much of a dare! My turn?”

Tracie and I both nodded. “OK. Tracie. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Tracie’s eyes were wide open, and she was breathing just a bit heavily.

“I dare you to kiss Bob the way I just did.”

Tracie started just a bit, and looked back at Angie, who smiled at her and motioned with her head. Tracie turned to me with a slightly unsure look. Like she wanted to but wasn’t completely sure, which made perfect sense from what Angie had told me about her. Hell, it might be the first time she’d kissed another guy since getting married.

“Come on! You’ll love it!” Angie urged her.

Somewhat hesitantly, Tracie reached a hand out for my head, and started pulling me towards her. I smiled, hopefully encouragingly, and she moved towards me, our lips finally meeting. Tracie let our lips linger together for a moment, and I felt her tongue slowly move to touch my lips. She moved her hand to hold my head more firmly, and let her tongue move more confidently. I opened my lips and let her find my tongue, slowly exploring hers, feeling her warming up and kissing me harder. Right about when we really got into it I felt her pull away.

Angie looked positively disappointed. “That can’t count! You have to kiss him like you mean it!”

Tracie gave a little laugh. “That’s the first time I’ve kissed anyone beside my husband since we got married.”

“Oh, OK, fine . . . I guess we can let that go for now.” Angie sighed. “OK, Tracie’s up.”

Tracie took a breath. “OK, Bob. Truth or dare?”

I was surprised – I thought she’d have dared Angie. “Dare,” I said, earning a smile.

“OK, I dare you to take Angie’s blouse off.”

I had to chuckle. “Oh, well, fine – if you insist!” Angie was laughing too, the gleam in her eye unmistakable. I leaned over across Tracie, grazing her breasts with my arm, and reached to Angie. She was wearing a snug pullover type of blouse, and I slowly raised it over Angie’s head, dropping it on the back of the couch. Angie sat up, revealing a skimpy black bra that was far too small to contain her generous breasts – you could almost see her aureoles, and you could definitely tell that she was aroused. I let my fingers graze the thin material in front of her nipples and saw her stiffen.

“My turn? OK, Tracie, truth or dare?”

Tracie was getting into the spirit of things, and smiled. “Dare.”

“OK, I dare you to kiss Angie like she and I kissed.”

Tracie laughed. “Well, that’s easy . . . ” and leaned over to Angie. She lowered her mouth to Angie’s and they kissed passionately, almost starting to touch each other elsewhere. Tracie broke off and looked at me. “There. Does that count?”

Damn. “I’d say so . . . ” That had been really hot, and it looked like being dared to kiss both me and Angie was winding her up. I wondered how wet she was, and if she was as tight as Angie.

“OK, Tracie, you’re up.”

She didn’t hesitate, and looked right at me. “Bob – truth or dare?”

“Dare.” I was going to take dares from her all night – and give them back. She surprised me a little bit, upping the ante.

“OK, I dare you to take your shorts off.”

“OK.” I slowly undid the first button, then the second. Tracie was watching intently, and I saw Angie’s hand move to Tracie’s back. I slowly undid the rest of the buttons, and bahis şirketleri started to stand to let them fall off. Tracie watched intently, and reached out to help push the one side down. My shorts fell to the floor, and I sat back down, just wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and my t-shirt, my fully erect cock’s bulge all too easy to see. Tracie’s eyes flared briefly.

“OK, my turn. Angie, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Like we should bother even asking . . .

“I dare you to take Tracie’s skirt off.” Tracie actually looked startled for a second, and then smiled, probably figuring that turnabout was fair play. She was getting a little flushed, and her breathing was heavier, and I’d have bet she was soaking her thong by now. I knew Angie was already wet and ready for action.

Angie motioned for Tracie to stand up, her hand on Tracie as she did. Tracie stood up facing me, with a look on her face that said she’d be getting even.

I heard a zipper as Angie undid Tracie’s skirt, and then it was falling to the floor, revealing that Tracie had been telling the truth about wearing a thong. It was bright white – and tiny. As she stood before me, I could smell her scent and see that she shaved – apparently completely. Tracie sat back down as Angie ran her hands up her legs, a soft “mmmmmm” escaping from her lips.

“OK, Tracie, you’re up.”

She immediately turned to Angie. “Angie, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to touch his cock.” Apparently Tracie was going to have Angie lead the way, but was both turned on and curious – a good combination!

Angie laughed again, and leaned forward. Her hand reached for me, pushed aside my underwear, and found my fully erect cock. Slowly, our eyes locked together, she encircled it and started to squeeze – hard then soft, hard then soft. Tracie was watching intently, and I heard her breathe in sharply when Angie’s handling of me let my tip come out of my underwear. After a minute or so Angie withdrew, leaving me achingly hard.

Angie’s turn. “Bob, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Duh!

“I dare you to kiss Tracie for real – like you did me.”

Ha. That’d be easy. Tracie was a lot more relaxed and sexually charged than she had been before. I locked my eyes on her and took her head with one of my hands, slowly guiding her to me, her lips just slightly parted. Her eyes were now gleaming with excitement as our lips touched and my tongue came out to slowly explore her lips and mouth. I felt her shudder just a bit and then felt her tongue and her whole body respond, kissing me back with more and more passion as our tongues danced together. I pulled her towards me and felt her breasts on my chest and a hand on the back of my head clutching me to her. After a while, I gently disengaged, her eyes shining and her whole body just radiating sex.

“Mmmmmm . . . ” we both heard Tracie say.

Tracie’s turn. “My turn, right? OK, Bob – I dare you to suck on my tits. I mean Angie’s tits . . . oh fuck.” Angie and I both laughed. Apparently Tracie was REALLY turned on and didn’t need Angie to lead much farther.

“Nothing in the rules that says it can’t be both!” Angie pointed out.

Tracie thought about that for a second. “I guess not. Ok, I dare you to suck on both our tits.”

I wondered where to start, and because Tracie was next to me I pulled up her blouse. She was wearing a thin, bright white bra that matched her thong, and like Angie her bra was far too small to hold her breasts comfortably. I leaned down and moved her bra out of the way, allowing myself to enjoy the view of Tracies gorgeous breast before lowering my tongue to her nipple. I felt her groan and arch her back to push more of her breast into her mouth, and then felt her reach down and lift her blouse over her head.

Her breasts were amazing – all-natural, not quite as large as Angie’s enhanced ones but firmer, and her nipple was apparently amazingly sensitive. I sucked on one for a minute, and then switched to the other, reaching around to stop her from undoing her bra. “Not yet – you didn’t dare me to take your bra off,” I murmured in between sucking her. She was loving every second, and after a minute on the other breast I slowly broke away to move to Angie. I pulled one of Angie’s breasts out of her bra – easy to do since her bra was way too small to hold her, and started to suck her aggressively – which I knew she liked. I swapped sides after a minute, almost having to lie across Tracie to do it, and sucked Angie’s other glorious boob for a minute.

My turn. “OK, Tracie, I dare you to suck on Angie’s tits,” I said after we’d all caught our breath. Angie smiled at me approvingly.

Tracie didn’t hesitate and took one of Angie’s boobs in her mouth, swirling it around and sucking it hard. Angie lolled back as her friend sucked on her first one breast and then the other. It was an amazing sight, and Tracie’s back was to me, letting me see her thong disappearing between her cheeks, her beautifully muscled butt, the thin white straps of her bra, and her hair bouncing as she sucked Angie’s tits.

After a couple of minutes, Tracie pulled herself off Angie. “OK, my turn?” We both nodded. Tracie thought for a second. “OK, Angie, I dare you to suck Bob’s cock.”

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I park my little Toyota Matrix in front of the house, open the door, and slide my stocking clad legs in 4″ heels out from under the console. My job as an EA requires that I look professional so as to present the right image for the organization I work for, but the heels are all mine. My concession to wanting to look sexy and add some height to my 5′ 4″ frame.

I close and lock my car door and make my way to the steps. Home at last! It had been a long day and I was so ready to start the weekend. I had been chatting with my sexy IT vendor again, and again was left feeling horny and frustrated. Of course, we don’t say anything overt. It is a chat on a work computer after all. But at this point even his oblique references can get my juices flowing and my imagination running wild. These days it wouldn’t take that much anyway. I always seemed to be on the edge. It has been too long since I had a man.

I had teased him earlier that he had “awoken the dragon”. He has no idea how apt that description is. I can’t remember a time when I hadn’t had a voracious sexual appetite, but that has been repressed for the past couple of years. Firstly because of the very sad lack of physical intimacy of my last relationship which was a major reason why it hadn’t worked out. And secondly, my not knowing how to go about finding a potential partner without joining an online dating site (not going to happen) or going to a bar (also not an option).

I unlock the front door and bend to give my dog a hug.”Hello furry face, how was your day”, I coo. She wags her tail and pushes her nose under my skirt, thankfully only catching my inner thigh. Anyone with a large dog will understand this is their normal mode of greeting. I yelp and push her head and cold nose away. I wonder if she is smelling my arousal from this afternoon. I close the door and lock it, drop my keys into the bowl on the console table, kick off my heels and make my way to my bedroom. I can’t wait to get my work clothes bahis firmaları off and step into a hot shower.

I start to remove my clothing, standing in front of the mirrored closet doors. The blouse, a deep forest green that clings to my large breasts is the first item to be dragged over my head and placed into the hamper. My skirt, a tight grey sheath, soon follows leaving me in my black satin bra, boy shorts and thigh high stockings with the lace trim at the top.

I stand in front of the mirror and consider my reflection, skimming my hands over my curves and cupping my breasts. I think that I look pretty good for my age. My figure maybe a little more curvy than what is considered beautiful by todays standards; my ass more rounded, providing a nice handful if cupped. My breasts, although large, still retain some pertness, the erect nipples currently straining against the satin fabric of my bra. I may not be young anymore, but I still have it, I think to myself.

My panties are wet with my juices from my earlier fantasies this afternoon, and I can feel the pulsing between my legs of my still engorged clit. I trail my fingers over my tummy and hook them under the band of my panties to pull them down. I stand up and look at my now exposed mound with its neatly trimmed curls glistening with moisture. The lips are swollen and rosy with my arousal.

I slowly reach behind my back to unhook my bra and allow my breasts to spill out of their satiny confinement. The nipples are already hardened peaks that beg for attention. In my imagination, I can picture Mr. Sexy IT man taking them in his mouth, slightly nibbling them and it sends an answering throb to my drenched sex. I imagine his hands kneading the creamy, smooth expanse of my breasts while laving my nipples with his tongue and slowly squeeze them, plucking at my rigid, dusky pink nipples. My core throbs in response to the pain and pleasure, releasing more evidence of my arousal.

I lift first one, kaçak iddaa then the other, stocking clad leg to slowly roll the material down my thigh and calf, feeling the silky smoothness of my legs as I remove the stretchy nylon. I am completely naked now, my body flushed with desire. I grab a towel, quickly wrap it around my body and head to the bathroom for a long, hot shower.

I turn on the tap, adjusting the water temperature before turning on the spray. The hot jets spew steam into the room as I step into the tub and underneath the pulsing liquid. “Ahhhh”, I sigh. It feels heavenly to have the heated water sluicing over my sensitive skin. I have the nozzle set on the massage option, the pulsing jets working to soothe the tense muscles.

I pour a small amount of soap onto a puff and work it into a lather. I begin to massage the suds into my breasts, the puff scraping against my dusky nipples sending delicious electric shocks through my core. As I scrub the puff on one breast, I use my other hand to roll the other nipple, pulling it gently, the soap bubbles making my skin feel slippery and soft. I can feel my pussy clench and release more cream between my legs.

I close my eyes, picturing my sexy vendor kneeling in front of me, opening my legs to expose my blood engorged clit and vaginal opening dripping with the essence of my arousal. To feel his mouth there, sucking, pulling on the clit lightly with his teeth, lapping at the sweet musky effluence while he impales me with his tongue.

I slowly trace the puff down over my belly and hips, carefully avoiding the area I want to touch the most. I lift a leg and circle the puff over my thigh and calf, before setting it down to attend to the other. The skin on my legs still feel smooth from shaving them earlier that morning. I can picture those legs flung over the shoulders of my fantasy lover, as he plunges deeply into my centre, driving us both to heights of ecstasy. My body is starting to tremble from kaçak bahis the need for release.

I add more soap to the puff then lightly brush it over my mound, coating it with the dense bubbles. I have been waiting for this all afternoon. I drop the puff and use my soapy fingers to stroke the slit between my folds. I feel the sticky results of my earlier fantasies as well as my current ministrations. I lightly touch the hard bud of my clit poking from its sheath. I start to rub small circles into the sensitive button, eliciting a sharp intake of my breath. I apply more pressure and my circles become more insistent as I quickly climb the heights towards release.

With my other hand, I squeeze my breast and pluck at my nipple causing my pussy to clench spasmodically. I insert a finger into the channel, keeping pressure on my clit with the side of my thumb. I’m so close, just a little more. The pressure builds, my whole body tensing. I drive my fingers into my slick hole faster, feeling my pussy tightening, the heat building until I can’t stand it anymore. I explode, my orgasm gushes from my core and down my inner thighs, quickly disappearing under the warm spray.

My body has softened from the release, my legs feeling like they are made of rubber. I bend and collect the puff, add a bit more soap and do a quick wash of my body before allowing the spray to rinse me all clean.

I turn off the shower and step out onto the mat. Using the towel, I pat myself dry. My body has a warm rosy glow. I sigh, and wish that I was not having to pleasure myself, that my sexy IT vendor was the one that was pleasuring me.

He was going to be in my neighbourhood later on tonight and suggested we meet. Should I? I don’t really trust myself around him at this point. I was liable to just forget any pleasantries and drag him, dragon-like, into my bedroom, my lair.

He mentioned he was in a happy relationship so that was not a line I was willing to cross, morals and all. I don’t think I could remain immune should we meet, so I will have to keep my distance. Nothing wrong with fantasizing though. What hot-blooded male wouldn’t want to be the object of a sexy cougar’s erotic fantasies?

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