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From where Drew lay collapsed and recovering on the rumpled bed he could see the lights of the city outside the hotel window. He turned his head and Morgan smiled and blushed at him.

“Sorry, I attacked you,” she said softly.

He smiled back, “No, it was amazing. You can attack me anytime.”

She giggled.

A little while earlier…

Wearing a lacy black top and panties, Morgan paced the floor, nervous and trying to squelch the urge to vomit. She still couldn’t believe that she had made a detour in her trip just so she could meet someone and give him a blow job or several. Chatting online for months had only made her want to suck Drew’s cock more every time, and now she was here to do just that. She stopped at the mirror to check herself for the fifteenth time, all of the usual thoughts running through her head about looks and whether or not he would find her attractive.

There was a soft knock on the door. “No backing out now,” she whispered to herself. She opened the door and looked up into Drew’s beautiful blue-green eyes. She smiled at him before she tugged him into the room. All of a sudden she was overcome with the need to see his cock in real life and taste him. Without a word, she pushed him against the wall and slid down his body. She had his belt opened and pants down before she even thought about what she was doing. She mentally told herself to slow down as she tugged his boxers down. She gasped and literally started to salivate the minute she saw his perfect cock. She again had to admonish herself to not start sucking on it right away like it was her favorite kind of lollipop.

She stroked his thighs with her fingertips and looked up at him. His head was resting against bahis firmaları the wall, with his eyes half closed, looking down at her. Softly she asked, “Are you sure?”

Drew nodded his head and wound his fingers into her soft dirty blonde hair, nudging her toward his growing member. Morgan smiled up at him before sticking her pink tongue out and trailing it up his thigh. She stopped and laved at the top of his hip and then trailed her tongue across to the other side to do the same. She could feel his cock getting harder against her breasts. When she lifted his balls a little with her hands to play with them, Drew inhaled deeply.

She wanted to tease him and take this slow but she was losing control. His clean male scent was driving her crazy. Her nipples were hard and sensitive as they brushed against him occasionally. She wanted to dive right in and swallow him whole. The tip of his cock was starting to glisten with pre-cum. Drew’s fingers seemed to grip her hair tighter as she greedily licked the tip to taste him. She closed her eyes savoring it for a moment before standing up.

Morgan took Drew’s hand to pull him toward the double bed. As he sat down she stood between his legs and unsuccessfully tried to nudge him to lie back on the bed. Instead, he slid his arms around her waist as his tongue licked her lace covered nipple. Her loud gasps broke the silence in the room. She arched against his mouth as he sucked and tugged on one sensitive nipple before sliding to the neglected one. Holding his head against her, Morgan’s hand ran through his thick brown hair. Her gasps turned to moans as he continued to play with her breasts.

She leaned into Drew and slid her hand down to stroke his cock again. kaçak iddaa Distracted Drew released her taunt red nipple and moaned softly. She slid down his body and helped him pull off his remaining clothes. Kneeling in front of Drew, she slowly licked the juices from the tip of his cock again, moaning in pleasure. Looking up into his eyes, she licked the underside of his cock. First with the just the tip of her tongue flicking the sensitive spot under the head and then the entire length with the flat part of her tongue. She licked up and down like she would have a Popsicle. When she came to the end she swirled her tongue around the head. Drew looked down as Morgan’s free hand slid into her panties. With her eyes closed, she continued to stroke and lick his cock as she played with her wet pussy.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked. Morgan opened her eyes and smiled as though she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Nodding her head, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth to lick clean.

Drew leaned forward kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting her. He kissed across her cheek to lick and suck on her ear, making her moan again. He whispered, “Suck me, my slut,” in her ear and Morgan felt herself get even wetter.

He lay back on the bed as Morgan slipped the end of his large rod into her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down on his cock slowly, taking more in each time. Each time she came back up she twisted her head a little and rolled her tongue around the head.

Drew raised his head and brushed her hair back to watch his dick being revealed and then swallowed again by her mouth. She was moving up and down faster than before, following with kaçak bahis her hand. His cock glistened with her saliva. His head hit the back of her throat. She slowed down wanting to take all of him in. She relaxed her throat, focusing on how good his cock felt sliding in and out of her hot mouth. With each downward motion she was able to take him a little deeper. Breathing through her nose, Morgan swallowed his cock completely. Drew moaned as she paused, her throat muscles moving against his hard cock. She began thrusting her head up and down, his cock gliding in and out of her throat. She could feel him get even harder and his hands were clenching her hair.

She guided him out of her mouth and his grip relaxed. She smiled shyly, as she stroked his cock with both of her hands before taking him in her mouth again. Morgan began sliding her mouth up and down his cock with more force. Drew realized what she wanted and urged her back so that he could stand in front of her.

She gobbled his cock back up as soon as he had his footing. Drew buried his hands in her hair on both sides of her head and started thrusting her face against him. He pounded in and out as she did her best to breathe thru her nose, and steady herself by holding on to his hips. She could feel his grip begin to get tighter and his breathing become harder.

She was ready when he pulled his cock out to explode all over her face. She stuck out her tongue to catch the rest of his cum in her mouth. She waited patiently for Drew to open his eyes and look at her face covered in his cum. One of his hands was still buried in her hair as he tried to catch his breath. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked down at Morgan. Her face and hair glistened with his cum. When she had his attention she opened her mouth to show him his cum before swallowing it. He moaned in appreciation and fell back on the bed. Morgan crawled up next him to recover in no hurry to clean up.

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David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out …

Author’s Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing — the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe.

Live well!

Chapter 3: Ye Failed Knight

David awoke to find himself sitting, naked, in the living room chair. “What?!” He looked up to see Paul smiling at him. “What the fuck have you done to me, Paul?”

“You’re going to participate in a little experiment, David.”

“What have you DONE to me?!” David tried to stand up and beat the shit out of the sneering bastard; tried to stand and just punch him; just tried to stand. His muscles were leaden, exhausted, ignoring every command he sent them. “What have you done, you fuck-up?!”

Paul just smiled enigmatically. “Oh, Lydia,” he called finally. “Come out here, please.”

David saw his mother’s head lean around the corner.

“Paul! I can’t come out there dressed like this! David’s my son! I can’t just–“

Paul sighed and shook his head for David’s benefit. “Lydia, shake that tight little ass of yours and get it out here. Now.”

Lydia walked out from behind the wall, taking little steps in her five inch heels, causing her body and new boobs to jiggle with every step. She wore a black fishnet garter dress with black fishnet stockings.

“Paul!” she whispered when she reached the young man. “Paul, my boobies are showing through this dress! And David — my son! — David is staring at them!”

David realized he had been gaping at his mother and her outfit and dropped his eyes, then relifted them to glare at Paul. “You fucking shit! Stop messing with her!”

“Ohhh, poor David,” Paul taunted, “Feeling chivalrous, son?”

“Paul,” Lydia whispered, pulling on Paul’s sleeve.

“Stop MESSING with her! You’re going to fuck up her BRAIN! Don’t you have any shred of decency?!”

“Hold on a second, let me look.” Paul shut his eyes.

“Paul,” Lydia whispered, pulling on his sleeve again.

Paul opened his eyes. “No. Stunningly enough, there’s not one shred of decency in there. What a surprise.”

“I am going to kill you,” David growled.

“Paul!” Lydia whispered.

“Lydia! What is it?!” he whispered back.

“Paul, this dress– this dress– it doesn’t cover my … my pussy!”

Paul’s mouth dropped and he leaned forward. “It doesn’t, does it?” He reached his hand over and grabbed Lydia’s bare crotch, causing her to jump in surprise. “It sure doesn’t!”

“No! No, it doesn’t!” she whispered, eyes wide. “And my son …” she lowered her voice even more. “My son might see!”

“Lydia.”

“Yes, Paul?”

“Look at David. He’s already getting off on seeing your bare pussy!”

Lydia looked over at her son and her eyes widened some more.

“I am doing no such THING!” David stated. “I’m thinking of ways to kill you slowly, you little shit-fuck.”

“David!” Lydia cried, “David, your PECKER!”

David looked down at his crotch to see that he was stiff enough to serve as a tuning fork. “WHAT?!”

“Ignore him, Lydia,” Paul advised her. “He’s just a little peeping tom, getting off on seeing you act like a slut.”

“I am NOT acting like a slut, Paul!” She lightly slapped him on the cheek.

“No, of course you’re not, Lydia. Here, sit down in this chair over here,” Paul said, putting one arm behind her back and the other hand on her boob and guiding her to a sitting position in her chair.

“Paul! Don’t you DARE grab my breast like that!” she chastised the young man as she sat.

“Or you’ll do what, Lydia?”

She just stared back at him, trying to come up with something to say.

Paul reached for Lydia’s boob and began squeezing it through the fishnet. “I said, or you’ll do what, Lydia?”

“Paaaauuuul!” she whined.

Paul bahis firmaları squeezed her boob and flicked her nipple a minute while she quieted down. “What will you do, Lydia?” he asked finally.

“I’ll– I’ll get really HORNY, Paul!” she whispered loudly then gave a long sigh.

“Oh!” Paul said, moving behind her and reaching forward to massage both tits from behind. “We wouldn’t want THAT, would we?”

“Gah!” David cried out as his pecker shot a load up at the ceiling.

“David!” Lydia said sharply, gathering her senses back to her. “Don’t you DARE ejaculate on the ceiling, young man!”

David was still sitting in the chair, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, having shot his load without touching himself. “But mom, I just …”

Lydia stood and put her fists on her hips. “No ‘but’s, young man!”

David’s eyes landed on her bare pussy that her outfit exposed, and he began to stiffen again.

“David!” Lydia said, seeing the re-hardening member. “Are you LISTENING to me?! NO! You’re NOT! You’re just getting all HARD again! STARING at my body!”

David watched his mother take her hand with the three inch blood red nails and swat at his boner. “Mom!” he said, his voice shrill, “Don’t! Don’t DO that!”

“Young man,” she growled, “Don’t you backtalk me!” She swatted at his woody again, and he fired this time, hitting her in the eye with jism, then spraying her hair with it during the second and third squirts.

“David!” she shrieked, then turned. “Paul! He just shot milky-white thick … gooey … sticky …” She wiped the jism off her eye with two fingers, then stuck them in her mouth. “Mmmmm … dirty … nasty … jism! All over my face!”

“Mom! Please! Don’t!”

“OH, GOD, you taste good, David!” she sighed. “So good that I might forgive you for shooting me in the eye.”

“Lydia!” Paul exclaimed, “I’m surprised at you! That was your son’s cum!”

Lydia leered at Paul. “Mmmm, yes it was. And it was GOOOOOD! Can I– can I have some of yours now, Paul?”

“Mom!” David said, his voice clenching as he fired off a third round at the ceiling.

“David!” Lydia turned to her son. “Just what do you think you’re doing?! There you go again! You’re making a ceiling stain! Are you getting off on seeing your own mother get molested by this little pervert?!”

“Mom! Pleeeease! Stop!”

“Stop what? You’re still hard! My own son!” She walked over to Paul and put her arms around his neck in an embrace.

“Mom!”

“Are you getting horny watching your mother rub her breasts up against this pervert’s chest?!” She slowly demonstrated.

“Mom!”

“You’re supposed to be protecting me! I’m your mother, for God’s sake! Not only are you getting off on seeing my naked body — that’s INCESTUOUS, young man! — you’re getting off on seeing me forcibly molested!”

“Mom!”

Lydia grabbed Paul’s head in both hands and pulled his lips to hers to stick her tongue down his throat.

“Mooooom!” David shot load four at the plaster ceiling.

Lydia finally broke off the kiss and looked over at David. “I just can’t believe my own son would refuse to help his mother while this little pervert fucks up my mind! I may never be the same, David! I could be a nasty, cum-craving cock-sucking incestuous whoring slut-bitch for the rest of my life! I would certainly call that brain damage, David! And not only do you not come to my aid — you just fucking cum! You get off on this! My own son!” She flopped down in her chair, disgusted at his behavior. She hooked each leg over an arm of the chair to give an open shot of her crotch.

“Momrrgh!” Load five arced across the room toward his mother.

Lydia noted that the jism only traveled a few feet. “You’re going to have to do better than that, David.” She smiled at him and lightly rubbed her hand up her pussy. “C’mon, baby, shoot a really good load for momma!”

“Mom!!”

“Come on, sweetie. Tell you what. I’ll let kaçak iddaa you see something.” She slid her hand down to her spread crotch and began lightly tracing her fingers across her pussy.

“Mom, DON’T!”

“Oops,” she smiled and slid a finger into her slot. “Where’d it go?”

“Mom! Ungggghhhh!” Load six splattered out.

“Sweetie, you need to get some control over that thing, or you’ll dehydrate yourself.”

David slumped in his chair. “Mom. Please.”

“You also need to build up your crotch muscles, honey. That last load didn’t even travel as far as the load before it.”

“Mom … please … stop.”

“Lydia,” Paul said, stepping behind her chair, “It’s not the muscles, it’s the subject matter. I mean, he likes seeing your naked body.” Paul glared at David, “The little PERVERT!” He reached his hands down to cup Lydia’s boobs. “But what he REALLY likes to see is you getting fucked over.”

“Mom! Stop him, please!”

“Why, David? Why should I when you won’t even stand up for me? Your pecker will, but you won’t!”

“Mom, I can’t!”

Lydia held her arms out to her sides while Paul massaged her new boobs from behind. “Look at me, David! This pervert is groping me, touching things he SHOULDN’T be touching — and, boy! let me tell you it is feeling GOOD! — and you won’t even stand up for me. Now tell me why *I* should stop him if you won’t?! Tell me, David!”

“Mom, it’s wrong! What he’s doing to you is wrong!”

“Then this must be really, really wrong, David.” She reached for Paul’s right hand and pulled it down to her crotch, where he slowly sank a finger into her. “Mmmmmm!”

“Please! Mom! Don’t do that!” The only body parts David could move was his hands, strangling the arms of his chair with a death grip.

“He’s really gonna blow this time, Lydia. Look at him tensing.”

“Ooooooh. Come on, baby, blow for me.”

Paul pointed the hand that wasn’t buried in Lydia’s crotch at David. “Just don’t you shoot too far and get anything on me, cuckold-boy! Or I’ll have you cleaning up the mess!”

“Please!”

“I know what he really wants to see, Lydia,” Paul said, bringing his cock to her lips. Lydia stared directly at her son and let her lips ooze over the head, then suck in the length of Paul’s dick.

“Please! … Stop! … Unnnnnngggghhh!! … Oh, man! … Oh, man! … Ung!”

“Goddammit!” Paul cursed as a spot of jism crossed the entire length of the room and landed on his shoulder. “I warned you!”

“No,” Lydia pleaded. “Let me!” She stood and began lapping the cum off Paul’s shoulder.

“Oh, please! Don’t! Ungggg!” Load eight launched, but not as far as the previous load. It landed on the waist-side curve of Lydia’s ass.

Lydia turned around and put her fists on her hips. “David, you just don’t learn. Do you?”

“Mooom!” David moaned.

She marched over to stand in front of her son, then used two fingers to wipe the jism off her ass. She held them up to her nose and sniffed. “God, your cum smells good, David.” She held her fingers out and under David’s nose. He tried to struggle but his muscles refused to listen. “Doesn’t it, David?”

“Mom! Stop it! Please!”

She smiled tolerantly and brought her fingers up to her mouth and barely touched her tongue to the jism. “Mmmmm, and you really REALLY taste good, David.” She started to reach toward David’s lips.

He really tried to struggle! But his muscles still would not obey him. “Mom! No! For chrissakes! Don’t!”

Lydia touched her fingers to David’s lips, then smeared his cum over them.

“Mom! No!”

She leaned in and began licking the jism back off his lips. This progressed into kissing her son, her tongue sliding into his mouth, then his tongue sliding into hers.

“David,” she whispered in between passionate tonguing, “You don’t know where this mouth has BEEN!”

“Mmmm … I don’t … care, Mom, … you are just … so fucking hot!”

She reached down and pulled kaçak bahis on his dick. “Mmmm, David, you’re hard again.”

“Oh … yeah! … Mom!”

“Oh!” Lydia squealed. David looked to see Paul behind her, and his mother seemed to be grinding her ass back against his hand.

“Remember what we talked about earlier, Lydia?”

“God, yes!” she gasped.

“Well?”

Lydia looked torn and confused. “I can’t. I just can’t do– ohgod, you’re right!” She spun around so that her back was to her son and cocked out her ass. “David! Isn’t mommy’s ass pretty?”

“Yes!” he moaned.

“Wouldn’t you just like to take a bite out of it?”

“Yes!”

She backed up closer to him and slowly shook her hips from side to side. “Would you like me to sit on your big hot hard cock, sweetie?”

“Oh, mom, would you please?!”

“Sure, baby. Just kiss mommy’s ass?”

“Hungh?” he moaned.

She pulled her cheeks apart and backed up closer to her son’s face. “Just kiss mommy’s asshole, sweetie, and I’ll sit down on your pecker.” She pulled once on his cock. “You’re ready to shoot again. Mommy knows. Mommy will let you shoot up her poop chute.” She pulled on him again. “Don’t you want that?”

David buried his face between her buttocks and loudly kissed her anus.

“No, sweetie. With tongue.”

“Hungh?”

“Mommy wants you to FRENCH KISS her butthole.”

“But you didn’t say …”

“Don’t you want to stick that hard hot little rod of yours up between mommy’s cheeks and shoot off up her ass?”

David buried his face again, tonguing her sphincter.

“Mmmmm! Yes! David!” She wriggled her ass from side to side, but David kept his face planted and his tongue active. “Baby! Yeah!”

Lydia finally stepped away from David’s face, then reached for a vial of vaseline on the living room table. Smearing a glob of it around her rear end, she stepped back to David, turned around, then squatted, slowly impaling her ass on her son’s cock.

“Oh! Fuck! Mom!”

“Tell him,” Paul said. Until then, David had forgotten that the other boy was even in the room.

“Sweetie,” his mother said, raising her hips up, then sitting back down to pump his rod. “Sweetie, Paul says that this will be the last load you ever shoot.”

David’s eyes opened and widened. “WHAT?!” His mother riding up and down on his cock right now was more than proof enough that Paul had power to do some strange things.

Lydia was starting to get into riding David, stimulating her ass. “Yeah, baby, no more ejaculations. Ever. Mmmmm, cum for me now.”

“MOM! What are you TALKING about? STOP!”

“No, sweetie! I can’t stop now! I’m too hot!”

“PAUL! What is she TALKING about?!”

“I wanted to make your last load special, so I’m letting you aim it up Lydia’s sphincter. Enjoy, friend.”

“You’re no friend! What does she MEAN?! LAST LOAD?!”

“Don’t worry about it, David.”

“MOM! STOP! I can’t hold BACK if you wriggle your hips like that!!”

“Like this, David?” she asked sweetly, demonstrating.

“MOM!”

“Mmmm, give me your load, honey.”

David was having a hard time holding back. “PLEASE! MOM! STOP!”

Lydia could feel his cock start to jump.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

“MOM! NO! NOOOOOOO!” With that, David’s hips began to move by themselves, pumping his jism up his mother’s ass. “Noooooo!”

“Yes! Yeeesss! Yeeeesssssss!” Lydia screamed, her sphincter spasming, milking David’s ejaculating cock.

“Mom!” David was crying now for some reason. “What have you done?!”

Lydia clamped her sphincter tight to milk his cock as she pulled off it with a small “pop”.

David looked over at Paul, defeated. “So what are you going to do now, you sonofabitch?”

“I’ll be honest with you, David. I’m gonna like it. You probably won’t.”

“Ohh!” Lydia squealed. “David, your jism is running out of mommy’s ass and down her leg! Oh, that feels great! Thank you, honey!”

Paul reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then held his arm out toward David.

“You fucker …” David droned.

———-

(To Be Continued)

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I was sitting at home wondering what I would be doing for Halloween. I could go to my friend’s house, he’s having some lame “scary movie” party with our usual gang of troublemakers.

I could go to the local cruise scene and drive up and down the road watching others do the same. Unfortunately, I couldn’t go to the costume party my dad’s company was having because I was a bit young, I’m 18 years old and there would be alcohol there.

I really wanted to go to this party, just for the sheer fact of the having some fun. If nothing else, seeing everyone’s costume would be worth it.

Unfortunately, because of the strict security going on, I couldn’t sneak in at all. I could, however, hang out in the lobby of the hotel of the party. Usually, after these parties, people are so drunk the company reserves a bunch of rooms for them to stay in so they wouldn’t have to drive home.

This year, my sister Heather gets to go because it falls on her 21st birthday. She’s really looking forward to it because she would be able to drink without having to hide it from my parents.

Let me describe Heather for you. She is the captain of her college cheerleading team. She’s about 5’5″ tall, weights right at 115lbs, long wavy red hair that reaches just above her butt. She works out 5 days a week and I’m talking serious workouts. Several fitness magazines have already contacted her to do some spreads for them. So far, she hasn’t taken them up on their offers.

She’s been excited about this party for the last month. She and my mom, Aimee, have been shopping for just the right costumes.

Speaking of my mom, she’s almost as beautiful as Heather. For being 45 years old, you would never know it. Matter of fact, she is frequently mistaken for being in her late 20s. Yes, she’s a knockout. As does Heather, my mom works out 5 days a week, but instead of hitting the gym, she’s swims. She tells me she swims about a mile every day. She rotates her strokes so she never does the same thing twice in a row. I guess she got this from being a swimmer in college. If you want to put a visual on my mom, think of Shania Twain, they could almost be twins. Interesting enough, her hair length is about the same as Heather, but mom is a brunette.

So, mom and Heather went costume shopping together. Since they are best friends and mom looks so young, most people think they are sisters. Unless you really knew it, there is no way you could tell them as being mother and daughter.

This year, just because it was Heather’s first time at this costume party, they decided to wear matching costumes. Just to be totally different and not have the common “Naughty Nurse”, “Catwoman” or “School Girl” outfits, mom and Heather got matching Brides outfits, complete with those Victorian masks, the kind that just covers their eyes without being wrapped around their head.

My dad, just the same as always, took out his Zorro costume again. Mom didn’t mind because she thinks he’s hot in that outfit. I once overheard them talk about the nights they’ve had in the hotel room after these famous Halloween parties. From what I overheard, mom is a wild woman who will try just about anything in the bedroom, no matter how kinky or off it wall it may be.

I got a wild idea and decided to get a costume that looked exactly like my dad’s. I would sit in the lobby of the hotel and when the time was right, I would sneak in to the costume party. I would just pretend to be my dad as we both have the same build, wear the same size clothes, and we both shave our heads. As long as I stayed on the opposite side of the room than my dad, and I didn’t say anything, it should work.

The night of the party came and I told my folks I was going to my friend’s house for his party. Since everyone was getting a hotel room, my folks and my sister left early as they would change into their costumes at the hotel. Mom made sure I knew the name of the hotel and their room number, just in case I needed to contact them.

As they left, something fell out of my mom’s purse, it was notes she and dad were writing back and forth to each other. I guess it was a form of foreplay they liked to do.

“I can’t wait until this evening. Maybe we can get in the same situation as last year.”

Mom wrote.

“I kind of liked the idea we had last week where we didn’t talk to each other all night, just pass notes back and forth.” Was dad’s response.

“Yeah, I like that too. I should be fun. Remember, whoever talks first loses! Too bad Rachel won’t be here this year, it was kind of fun giving you that striptease show with her last year. Too bad she wasn’t as smooth as me and didn’t have my moves, but I know you were happy with that threesome none the less. Maybe we can find someone else to replace her. Someone who has some dance moves that can turn us both on.”

OMG! My parents are bahis firmaları not as dull as I thought! I knew mom had a competitive streak in her, but bringing it in the bedroom was the furthest thing from my mind. Man, how I would love to see that striptease. Did I say my mom was hot!

After reading that note, I now knew where Heather got that competitive streak from. She couldn’t stand being out done by anyone, especially when it comes to body and beauty related stuff. She worked extra hard becoming the captain of the cheerleading team, so she knows how to compete, that’s for sure.

I wouldn’t say she’s a stuck up diva, but she sure will NOT be outdone by anyone without putting up some sort of competition, no matter what it was.

So the stage was set. They were gone to the hotel. I was to get dressed, sit in the lobby and wait for my chance to get in the party.

Two hours later, there I was, dressed as Zorro watching all the folks go in. There must have been over 500 people at this party. With only one person watching the door, going in would be a breeze.

While sitting there, I saw the usual suspects walking in: A clown, a few skeletons, about 7 Naughty Nurses, a cowboy and cowgirl, The Werewolf, Cleopatra, ect.

Then I saw them, I saw Heather and my mom. WOW! Talk about two girls that looked almost like twins! If it wasn’t for their hair color, no one could tell them apart. Even their bodies looked the same.

Let me describe their outfits. They were dressed as brides, pure white satin with lace trim. Their gowns were a bit shorter than the usual wedding gowns with slits up the sides, you could see their legs as they walked. I guess because they didn’t want to step on the dress train all night.

They each had on white thigh high stockings. I knew this because of the high slit in their dresses, I could see their upper thighs. (unfortunately not high enough because I couldn’t see anything else!) They both wore those white lace gloves that rolled up to their elbows. They had on white pear necklaces and earrings that hung down to their shoulders as well. Both dresses were the kind that tied around the back of their necks (sort of like that famous Marilyn Monroe dress) and leaving just a hint of cleavage. Enough to be classy, but at the same time enough to be slutty. And with those masks and the high heels, they looked amazing! They even had matching bright white fingernail polish on. They were clearly the two hottest girls there.

My dad was right behind them in his Zorro outfit, which was identical to mine.

About an hour later, I made my move. As I walked in, the guy watching the door said “Hi Dave, I didn’t even see you leave. Great party, eh? Make sure you drink one for me, remember how shit faced we got last year?”

I just nodded and gave the guy a high five. He clearly thought I was Dave, which was my Dad’s name.

The first thing I had to do was find my dad. I found him, at the corner of the room at the bar area. As long as I stayed clear, it would be fine. I started mingling with folks. I disguised my voice as much as possible but it didn’t matter. Between there being so many people, the loud music and all the alcohol, no one could tell the difference.

I then got a tap on the shoulder and turned around, it was the security guy at the door.

“Dave, did you loose this? Someone found it and gave it to me to give to lost and found, but when I saw the ID, I knew it was yours. I just figured I’d bring it over to you.” And he then handed me my dad’s wallet.

I took the wallet, smiled and nodded. I looked in the wallet and found another note he and mom were passing back and forth. I also found a boat load of cash and his hotel room card.

My mom wrote on the note, “Ok honey, now we’re going to have fun. I want you to pick any girl, I don’t care who it is, married or single, young or old, and let’s see if we can have a repeat of last year. The only stipulation is we BOTH get to have it. If it takes getting her a bit tipsy to pull this off, that’s fine. Again, as we agreed, NO STIPULATIONS and we cannot talk to each other during the evening, only our “date” can talk to both of us, ok?”

I started to formulate a plan. Since people thought I was my Dad, why not take advantage of this situation and see if I can have some fun of my own tonight. After all, who would know, right?

So, I knew I needed to make sure my dad stayed away from the room for a while. I figured I would tell the bartender me and the “other Zorro” were having a bet to see who could stay sober the longest and if they could make his drinks extra strong, there’s a $50 tip in it for him. It worked like a charm.

Next, I went up to one of the Naughty Nurses (who was obviously quite a bit tipsy) and asked if she’s ever made it with Zorro. I said “well now’s your chance” and made a move to kiss her and she never backed down. I mean, this chick was super aggressive as well and laid a lip lock on me and stuck her tongue down my throat. kaçak iddaa

I told her, “WOW, that was amazing. But is that all you got?”

Then she said, “Come on Dave, you know I’ve been wanting you for a long time. Why are you making me work this hard for it?”

I said as I whispered in her ear “I’ll tell you what, tonight’s your lucky night. In about an hour, come find me and say “Aimee ask me to come get you”, in case anyone over hears it, and that will be the signal to go back to your room. BUT, you had better make it worth my while.” Being in her drunken state, she never questioned a thing. This was easier than I thought.

So now, I just had to do one more thing, figure out who I can have mom hook up with. Then it hit me, why not get really kinky with this stuff. After all, if I’m going to do this, may as well do it great, eh?

I told the bartender the two brides were part of our drinking contests as well. If he could give them some extra in their drinks it would be ANOTHER $50 for him. AND, if he could pull one more thing off, there’s a $100 bill with his name on it. I told him I want to see the two brides make out with each other. Not just a small peck on the cheek, but down and dirty tongue kissing. After all, bartenders usually have a way with getting people to do what they ask, especially if they offer a couple of funky drinks in return.

I couldn’t believe the bartenders reply “That will be easy, those two were half drunk before they got here and have already been teasing half the crowd with their little butt slaps and dancing together pretending to be a lesbian couple. You may as well give me that hundred bucks now, pal. Oh look, they’re at it again.”

I turned to the dance floor and saw what I thought I would never see, my mom and sister dancing together! Not just casual dancing, but really seductive, slutty, hands all over each other dancing. It was a site to see. The only thing that was missing was them actually kissing!

WOW! I knew my sister got wild when she drank, as do most college girls now a days, but my mom too? AND with each other? I guess that sort of makes sense because they don’t seem to think of each other as mother daughter, but more like best friends.

The song ended and they walked over toward the bar, where I was sitting. Mom gave me a little wink and Heather gave me a hug. Not a father/daughter hug, but a I’m glad to see you hug, complete with mashing her tits against me.

“Hi Daddy, did you see us dancing? I’m having so much fun tonight, thanks for letting me come to your party!”

I looked over at the bartender and nodded. He went into action saying stuff to the two ladies. He then whipped up some sort of drink and told them they had to down it first, then go out to the dance floor, do their thing, make it look real, and come back for round two.

A slower song came on and they took the bait! They went out to the dance floor. Next thing I know, Heather is kissing mom’s neck and mom is moving her hands down Heather’s great ass. Then it happened, mom went in for the kiss and their tongues met! OMG talk about a hot site. It seemed like something right out of a porn movie. I still couldn’t believe it.

The song ended and they came back to the bar. They were both blushing and giggling under those masks. The bartender said, “That was awesome! You two seem like you’ve done that before. I’d love to see the guy who marries either of you two! Here’s your drinks, made especially for you, with a little extra kick.”

Mom and Heather clinked their glasses and pounded the shot. The stage was all set. I pulled out the note from before and wrote “Alright Aimee, you said no restrictions. After seeing that little display on the dance floor, I want you AND Heather tonight! Think you can pull it off?” and handed her the note.

She read it and then whispered in my ear, “I know we’re not supposed to talk, but I knew you were going to want her, so I’ve been working on her all night. Truth is, after seeing her in that outfit, I’m not thinking of her as my daughter, but as a fuck toy for the night. Let’s make it happen. I’ll get her up to the room in an hour, be waiting for us.”

Just then I saw my dad, the other Zorro, walking (actually staggering) to the bar area so I slipped away so I could see what was happening. A few minutes later he came by and I saw my mom give him a devilish grin and walked away. About that time, that Naughty Nurse came by and whispered something in his ear. (I already knew what it was).

Dad’s eyes kind of lit up and a smile came to his face. She walked towards the door and dad’s eyes couldn’t stop looking at her almost perfect ass. Yup, he was hooked for the night.

A few minutes later, out the door he went after her.

Mom and sis danced again and I couldn’t take it any more. I looked at mom, she looked at me and I motioned I was leaving. She grinned again and grabbed my sister and kissed her…AGAIN!

On the way out, some guy set down his video camera and turned kaçak bahis towards the bar. I figured I would “borrow” it for a while and then return it to the hotel lobby when I’m done with it.

I pulled out dad’s room key and got to their room. After all, mom already told me the room number earlier.

Once inside, I set the camera up so it could catch most of the room and just waited. I noticed something on the counter and went to investigate. I found a glass of water and a little blue pill with a “V” on it and a note….

“Dave, I know you don’t need this, but let’s make this the best possible night we can. If all goes well, you’ll be back here before me so take this pill and let’s have a wild time tonight. Love, Aimee.”

OMG! Mom wants dad to take a Viagra pill! Heck, I’m 18 years old, I don’t need one of these but what the heck, I may as well try it. The worst that can happen is I go home with a hard on and have to take care of myself. So I took the pill, drank the water and swallowed. We’ll see what happens.

A few minutes later I heard the two “brides” giggling outside the door. I was already hard at this point and the Viagra hadn’t even kicked in yet! Was I really going to pull this off?

They opened the door and nearly fell in because they were so drunk. I heard Heather say, “oops. Oh hi daddy, I didn’t know you would be here. Mom said she had a surprise for me.” Mom then pulled out a bottle of Tequila and said “Surprise! Happy 21st birthday! Your present from me is to see if you can keep up with me in whatever I do tonight.”

Heather, not knowing what she was getting into said giggling “Bring it on bitch! You know I can beat you in just about anything I set my mind to!”

They just both laughed in their drunken state at this point. I was sitting in a chair, still in my Zorro mask (we were all still wearing our masks) in the corner of the room just watching to see what would happen.

Mom poured them both a shot and said, “Challenge number 1, drink this with me.”

Heather laughed, drank the shot and said “Is that all you got?”

Then I couldn’t believe what mom did next. She walked over to me, had me stand up, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. But not the usual mother/son kiss. This one was not even passionate, it was total aggression style complete with tongue! You can say her tongue was like a striking snake with the force it entered my mouth!

After what seemed like 5 minutes, but I’m sure it was only about 30 seconds, she pulled away and said to Heather, “Nope, I got that as well. Can you handle it?”

“That’s not fair, he’s your husband and my DAD! I can’t kiss him like that!”

“You didn’t have a problem kissing me like that on the dance floor. But if you want to give up and admit you can’t keep up with you old mother, than fine.”

Of course, Heather would never agree to that. She grinned, walked over to me and proceeded to do the same to me as mom just did. WOW!! I thought mom’s kiss was aggressive but Heather’s kiss made mom’s look like child’s play.

“Ok daddy, who kisses better?”

I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say “I don’t know” and mom jumps in.

“Oh Heather, I forgot to tell you, we made a deal that your father and I couldn’t talk to each other.” He’s sticking to it better than I am right now. As she was slurring her words.

I got up, walked over to the stereo and saw a CD labeled “You Can Leave Your Hat On — Joe Cocker” and without saying a word, put the CD in and hit play AND hit record on the digital video camera, then sat back down.

Mom giggle and said, “Looks like your father wants us to have a little dance off, are you ready for the challenge young lady?”

Heather replied, “Mom, are you kidding? Do you honestly think you can out dance me? Especially with this kind of music and the moves that go with it? I’ll tell you what, just so you know what you’re up against, I’ll go first” and she staggered to the middle of the floor.

For the next two minutes, she did the most amazing sexy ass dance I’ve ever seen, and she never took her clothes off! She did things with that body that I didn’t think were possible! I didn’t know the human body could bend that way. She even came over and was dancing all around me! At one point, she was throwing her hair all around my body without even touching me. Yes, I had a massive hard on and she could see it.

“Oh Daddy, I didn’t know I could get you so excited just by dancing. Too bad mom can’t compete with that one”

She then looked at mom and said, “Your turn, or do you want to give up now?”

Mom looked at Heather, went back to the CD player, hit the replay button and said, “Oh Heather, you may have all the looks and moves, but I have experience and style on my side. Besides, you have to step up to the big leagues with me.” And proceeded to walk to the middle of the floor and start dancing.

Granted, she didn’t have the moves of Heather, but when she reached behind her neck and undid her dress, I knew things would pick up. She was holding the white satin wedding dress up with just her hands. She started swaying back and forth with the rhythm to the music. Then she started….the striptease was on!

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Kendra Neal left her fiancée Tony dozing off on the sofa and opted to check in on the girls. She made her way upstairs and knocked on the door leading to Rose and Becca’s isolation.

“Girls? Are you settled in? I feel we need to talk a little.”

The door opened as Rose stood there changed into nothing but a long white T-shirt that said “Daddy’s Girl” on it. Kendra was taken back by her shirt.

“You loved your Father very much didn’t you?”

Rose faintly smiled allowing Kendra into the room. Becca was sitting on the queen sized bed with her legs crossed Indian style. Her hands clasped in front of her lap holding her own long T-shirt down.

Rose joined her on the bed crouching on her knees as they awaited Kendra to speak. Their Mother noted Becca’s white T-shirt as saying the same as Rose’s. Becca tilted her chin down on her poised 36C chest to read her shirt upside down.

“Yes, we did. Dad was the finest Man we ever knew. It feels strange without him.”Becca adds.

Kendra sits down on the mattress and hesitantly holds her arms up for a hug. “I’m here so talk to me.”

Becca frowned at her as Rose sighed offering up, “It isn’t going to be easy for us to open up to you when all we have ever known is Daddy. It’s easier talking to a man. We are genuinely wanting to try being a family again, Kendra. Forgive us for not being ready to call you Mom.”

Kendra lowers her arms and rests her palms on her knees, “I understand. You two have grown up. I can hardly tell you apart. I think we need name tags.”

Becca raises her chin from her chest and smiles, “We like it when nobody can tell us apart. That’s why we get the same haircuts and keep ourselves in shape. Even tanning we do together. We’re going to miss our tanning bed and treadmill.”

Rose added, “And, our hot tub. Our swimming pool. The beach.”

Their Mother nodded, “My home’s not set up for all of that I’m afraid. Tony’s home has a pool and hot tub, and workout equipment. The only thing on your list he doesn’t have is the tanning bed. He gets enough sun while roofing.”

Rose giggles, “It’s settled then. We move tomorrow.”

Kendra smiles brightly, “I think not! Not quite yet. We need to bond more I feel. Fourteen years is a long time girls. Until we can get better acquainted we stay here. Now, tell me what you like to do for fun.”

Rose and Becca fake a blush then think as one. Finally Becca opens up, “Laying out in the summer time.”

In which Kendra replies grimacing, “Big back yard. Creepy neighbors though.”

She looked at Rose for further insight. Rose puckered up, “We used to make breakfast for Daddy and curl up in bed with him as he read the Sunday funnies to us.”

“I’ll be certain to pick us up a Sunday paper. You can make French toast.”

Both girls frown at her and change the subject. Becca peps up, “Shopping! Daddy used to take us shopping for clothing. Mostly online though. We used to have runway fashion shows in the hallway at home.”

Kendra winces with a chuckle, “Your Father used to take you clothing shopping? Wow! I could never get him out of the house. Even trying on new clothes at home to show him rarely got a reaction. And, I’m sorry girls but you definitely got your good looks from my side of the gene pool.”

Rose grew grim at hearing her Mother’s put down, “Daddy was a very handsome Man. That was uncalled for.”

Kendra’s eyes flare wide at her outburst, “I didn’t say Robert was ugly. Look in the mirror sweetheart. You two look just like I did at your age. If anything you obtained Robert’s darker complexion. Your Grandmother was Mediterranean. So, cool your jets, Becca.”

Rose rolls her eyes, “I’m Rose. Should we get tattoos so you can tell who we are? I can get a rose over my left tit.”

Kendra fidgeted, “I’m sorry Rose. And, no you can’t get a tattoo. Why not try for something more subtle? Such as earrings, Rose you wear one in your left ear. Becca you put one in your right ear.”

Becca grimaces, ” The right ear symbolizes being a lesbian. Are you wanting me to become one?”

Kendra shakes her head, “I give up. I love you two. Get some sleep. As I told you earlier I’ve asked Tony if he might stay here tomorrow while I’m at work. He owns his own company so he can make his own hours. Is that okay with you? We can cook dinner together when I get home. Spaghetti?”

Rose stands up and holds her waist, “Too fattening. I’m too hot to risk you ruining it with carbs. I can toss a mean salad though.”

Kendra smirks, “Oh, yes. The rules. Fair enough. We can discuss what we can do over the weekend when I have time off from the Hospital. You might have to fend for yourselves once Tony and I are both at work. I can’t expect him to lose money on our account. Sleep well.

She then stands and shuffles to the door when Becca offers, “It’s okay with us that Tony keeps us company. Our future Stepfather is cute. You’re very lucky to have him.”

Kendra smiles, “I think so too.”

With that Kendra leaves the room.

Rose bahis firmaları plops back down next to Becca and whispers, “No, Becca. We are very lucky to have him. And, I for one intend to make him very happy he has us.” She then lifts her pillow to hold up the concealed dildo, “You first?”

Becca leaps up on the mattress quietly ushering, “Daddy!” The name for their toy.

Rose licks the crown of the toy and slaps her lips with it, “I’ve missed Daddy!”

So did Becca. So much she fights Rose for it while giggling.

Girls!

Oblivious to their frolicking Kendra made her way downstairs to find Tony sprawled out on the sofa snoring to his hearts content. She stood over him smiling at her fortune to have such a stunning lover. In her troubled mind of late, he was her only source of encouragement. Thank God for Tony.

Crouching down she reaches in to caress his hair lovingly, “Let’s go to bed Stud. I have to be up early. Long day.”

In response Tony revives groggily, “Wha–? Yeah! Okay just give me a second to come out of this coma. You go on to bed I’ll be up shortly. I’ll lock up and grab me a drink.”

Kendra leans in and plants a warm kiss on his lips then stands up to walk around the coffee table and make her way back upstairs. She pauses at the girl’s door looking down at the threshold to find darkness. No noises came from inside. Convinced they were dead asleep led her to her own room.

She went about taking her makeup off in front of her vanity before undressing and putting on a pair of pink pajamas. Fluffing her pillow she crawls in under the covers and lays there quietly in thought. Her mind was reeling at Motherhood starting all over again. With a deafening yawn she fell asleep. She would have to feel Tony coming to bed when he got there.

Tony himself shuffled about checking the front and back door to be certain they were locked. Opening the fridge he took a few swigs directly from the milk carton feeling no regret for his manners. Once satisfied he shut out the lights and made his way upstairs in the pitch darkness.

At the top of the stairs he heard a whining followed by light moans. He halts in his step for a clearer listen, going so far as to hold his breath. It was coming from Rose and Becca’s room. Obviously, they were playing with themselves. For any man alive that was reason to pause. Testosterone would halt any man in his tracks. He would stand there immobile for five more minutes.

Each moan grew more and more intense until he found himself creeping closer to their door. His ear planted directly over the wood of the door itself. They were both moaning now. The vocals becoming more pitchy as they neared climax.

His eyes darted toward Kendra’s room eying the light under her threshold where he knew he could see Kendra’s shadow readying to open her door should she get up to look for him. This kept him there mesmerized by the girl’s emotional ride. Finally, he heard them shriek at having simultaneous orgasms. For long moments he stood there hoping to hear more. Silence foreboding he prepared to step away when he heard gentle tapping on the door beside him. Followed by the soft whispers of both girls, “Goodnight, Tony.”

His eyes bulged and his erection took an immediate nosedive. They knew he was there listening. With gritted teeth he shook his head and went to bed. He would have to calm his hard on. That, or wake Kendra for release.

Instead, he chose to lay there beside his Fiancée and contemplate the future. Within, thirty minutes he and his hard on were fast asleep.

Tomorrow would prove interesting.

Tony the babysitter.

5:00 AM came along without warning as Kendra slapped her snooze button for an extra nine minutes of torment. A twelve hour day at work on the first full day of reuniting with her daughters. There was absolutely no way that she could skip work on such short notice. Her job was too important to her, and the Doctor she worked for depended on her punctuality far to steadily.

Finally forcing herself out of bed, at least to sit up on the edge, she yawns and twists to watch Tony still fast asleep. She smiled vibrantly then leaned over to nudge him, “Tony? Tony?”

His eyes crept open even though his thoughts were muddled, “I’m awake.”

She turns and lays next to him tenderly kissing him on the forehead, “Thank you for being so wonderful. I know I ask so much from you. Watching the girls today means so much to me. I feel like I burden you.”

He sighs hugging his pillow, “I’m fine, Ken. Besides I need some time off. “Murray” can run the building site for a day, maybe three. If you need me this first week I’ll figure it out. Besides, bonding can’t hurt. Right?”

“So true. We will be one big happy family. I firmly believe that. In time!”

He puckers fighting his eyelids, “Go to work. Save lives!”

She kissed him once more then raced around getting dressed. Observing herself in a bureau mirror at her 5’6 stature and long brown hair she realized just how much kaçak iddaa she and the girls favored each other in appearance. Within fifteen minutes she was ready save for pinning her hair back. Another five to accomplish that she left her bedroom. At the staircase she stops and looks at the bedroom door of the girls and blows a kiss at it. She was happy this new day.

Off to work she went.

At 7:40 AM Tony began to stir. His nostrils picked up the distinct smell of coffee and eggs. He laid there thinking he was dreaming. Then, came a knock at the bedroom door. He rolls over on to his back and merely stares at the door. He wondered what the twins were up to after hearing the revelations of their playfulness last night. With a confused expression he offers, “Yeah?”

“We made breakfast for you.” Before he could reply the bedroom door opened up and both girls strutted in like they owned the place. He swiftly sat up pulling the sheets up to his waist. Shocked to say the least.

“I could have come downstairs.”

They stood at the side of the bed holding a tray looking at him so innocently. Still in their night shirts he noticed. Rose took the lead, “We thought we would bring it to you. We used to do that for Daddy. It just felt like the right thing to do”

In turn Becca leans over on to the bed and hands him the tray.

Claiming it he nestles into a better sitting position which without his hands to assist made the sheets slide lower than he felt comfortable about. Yet, his dark side allowed it to stay the way it had slipped. Tray over his lap he smiles faintly, “Nice of you Gals. Reckon I’ll make you lunch later.”

Rose climbs up on to the mattress on to her knees and settles her ass back on to her feet. “We can do that too. It’s a woman’s job after all.”

Tony nibbling at a piece of toast winced, “Your Daddy tell you that?”

Becca joined her sister on the bed to Tony’s left to stretch out on her side. He eyed her legs all the way up to the hem of her wrinkled up t-shirt. Barely covering her private parts.

“Daddy taught us many things. We miss him badly.”

He puckered up, “Wounds are still fresh. Give it a few months and it won’t be so rough on your emotions.”

Becca nodded lightly, “We think you are very nice, Tony. Rose and I have talked and we want you to know us better. And, we you.”

Tony swallows the last bite of toast then offers a grin, “Think I know Ya’ll pretty good after that incident yesterday. Showing off your whiskers and all.”

Rose lifts her shirt to reveal her landing strip to Tony, “Oh! You mean these whiskers? Daddy made me keep it to know which daughter I was.”

Becca notices Tony gain an erection at the sight of Rose’s pussy. With a glint in her eye she points down at it, “Tony has morning wood, Rose.”

In reaction Rose lifts her body slightly to view the sheet rise beneath the tray. A light giggle she uses her toes to tickle Becca in the ribs.

Tony drank his Orange juice and let them have their fun. Once he sat his glass down he cleared his throat, “I’m thinking your Momma doesn’t need to know you two came in here like this. If’n we’re all gonna get along here there’s gotta be some ground rules. Understood?”

Both girls nod in equal fashion. “We love rules!”

“So I hear. Your Dad’s Will.”

He sets the tray off to his right side and folds his arms over his chest. A lengthy stare at them he risks everything Kendra ever meant to him. “You don’t know Kendra like I do. I don’t wanna hurt your Momma. I love her. So, any shenanigans that goes on around here remains a secret. Trust is everything.”

Rose pouts, “But, won’t you and we be breaking a trust toward Her?”

Tony nods with a grimace, “It’s safer. My gut says that your Daddy taught ya’ll a lil too well. You got habits that he probably trained you to think were okay. Habits that your Momma wouldn’t approve of. SO! Rule number one! Keep your clothes on when Kendra’s around. You can’t be so open or she’s gonna catch on real fast. I need ya’ll to be model daughters toward Her. Am I clear?” He pauses, “Rule number two. If my gut is right it’s better you never tell your Momma what Daddy taught you. Ever.”

They continue to process his words nodding cautiously. Becca sits up Indian style facing him and challenges him, “What you refer to as habits, we call ritual. We always obey, Daddy. You aren’t Him.”

He leans forward and points at her, “Around Me I’ll let ya’ll get away with it. NOT AROUND YOUR MOMMA! Daddy ain’t here. I AM!”

The girls lower their gaze at his raised voice and both whisper, “Yes, Tony.”

He nestles back against the headboard feeling his own adrenaline flowing like a river. Even he noted his erection stabbing skyward far higher than before. With a sneer he continues, “Want you to answer a question honestly. Both of you.”

They perk up without expression eying him directly with saucer like eyes. He almost melted at their beauty. Yet, he maintained his control. “Only I know what you been through. kaçak bahis What else did your Daddy teach you?”

Rose needed confirmation, “Everything! Specifically? How to treat him?”

Becca continued for her, “How to be women. What a man needs.”

He narrows his eyes, “And, what did he say a Man needs?”

Rose takes some initiative and leans forward to pinch the crown of his cock under the cotton fabric. He tenses up at her maneuver as she pulls away grinning to her sister. Becca only eyed Tony awaiting a response.

“Your Daddy taught you how to please a man, did he?” Tony pondered aloud.

Becca nods, “Yes.” As Rose fidgets.

“He take your virginity’s?” Tony had to know if his hunch was correct. The girls merely looked puzzled, “What’s virginity?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could they not know? Unless, “Did he have sex with you?”

They both smile brightly and simultaneously burst, “YES! Every day! We love sex.”

Almost bubbly they bounce up and down on their knees. He throws his palms up to quiet them down, “Okay! Okay! Calm down. You gals may not see it as wrong but your Daddy shouldn’t have been doing that. You two don’t know any better. Whatever you do you can’t tell your Momma that. It would destroy her. Promise me you will keep that information to yourself.”

They nod, “Yes, Sir!”

Rose looked at Tony ready to scream. He studies their eyes and emotions then fans his arms out to his sides. “Snuggle up!”

Both girls leaped at the chance. One under each of his arms he curls his arms around them. They breath heavily with the joy of being accepted.

Becca under his left arm tilts her profile to look up at him, “We will never betray you, Tony!”

Rose concurred nodding under his armpit as he hugged them tighter, “Never!”

For long moments he enjoyed the feel of their youth and knew he was breaking every bit of respect Kendra had for him. Suddenly, he didn’t care. Hearing how their Dad trained them made his mind ready to attempt a hostile takeover. Tony was going to be Daddy! His way.

Their hands rubbed along his chest hair slipping lower to his chiseled stomach. He glared down at his chest watching their fingers probe at him. The sheet pulled taut under their weight yet he could see his pubic hair slipping into view. Their hands drawing closer and closer made him growl under his breath.

“Pull him out!”

Both girls giggled and sighed at the same time swiftly venturing beneath the sheet to claim his cock. All nine inches of it.

Their jaws dropped at his size and girth. Whispers barely heard compared him to the late Charles Masters.

As the sheet fell completely away his cock danced in the air under two hands. He offered a full grin, “Stroke that bad boy!”

They in unison gripped sections of it and began sliding up and down on it with more and more aggression. Rose stared up at him with eyes wide and unblinking. “He’s huge, Becca!”

Her sister agreed marveling at it for herself, “He might be bigger than Daddy. I think he’s cute!”

Tony held his breath and tried to keep a straight powerful face, “Show me how you gave your Daddy the best hand job he ever got.”

With increased speed the girls took pride in their mission. Becca finally sat up to utilize her other hand in gripping Tony’s pumped up scrotum. With a whisper she tells Rose, “He’s going to make a mess.”

He merely stared with a stern look even though he felt really good. She was lightly squeezing his balls to circulate the fullness. Her Daddy taught her well. Tony was going to further their education.

Rose sat up as Becca had and placed her other hand on his crown twisting and releasing it time and time again until Tony snarled. Within minutes both girls watched as his cum shot high into the air between them and pelted his stomach before flooding out further over their hands.

Rose giggles at Becca, “I think Tony gave us breakfast in bed.”

Becca continues stroking him until he laid limply watching them. Then, without warning both girls leaned in and began licking the cum droplets off of his body. They were on a feeding frenzy to see who could get the most before there was none left. As they slowed the girls sat up facing him and opened their mouths to let him view his cum coating their tongues.

With a burst of inspiration Tony lurched forward and grabbed both girls by the throats and held them firmly. “Savor the taste!” He then guided the girls face to face until they began kissing and swirling his cum between their mouths with overactive Frenching. They loved it. So much that when he released them they pursued each other with a lengthy embrace. He merely marveled at their ambitions.

“Break it up!”

The girls swallowed his jizz and stared at him without waver. He nodded his approval. “OUR SECRET! BREAK THAT VOW AND I’M GONE! FOREVER! AM I CLEAR?”

They shook their heads, “YES, SIR! We want to belong to you.”

Becca added, “And, Around our Mother, perfect ladies. We Swear!”

Rose then cringes, “Did we make you happy, Tony?”

He sits smugly, “I’m not your Daddy. You gotta do better than that next time. Improve yourselves to satisfy ME! NOT YOUR DADDY!”

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Karım Sevda – Çiftlikte Gang-Bang
Karım Sevda,

Çiftlikte Gang – Bang

Ömer’in Şarap bağı sürprizi, gezisi sonrası İstanbul’a döndük. Ben işe başladım, Sevda’da normal yaşama dönmüş ama artık hayata ve dostlara daha iyi bakar olmuştuk. Sevda ile gecelerimizde yaşadığımız anıları konuşuyor, bazılarını adeta tekrar yaşar gibi birbirimizin oluyor sevişiyor, sikişiyorduk. Bu keyif dolu gecelerin bazılarında ise yaşayamadığımız, yaşamak istediğimiz fanteziler gündeme geliyor, nasıl olabilir diye de konuşuyorduk. Bazen de porno filmlerde “biz bunu aynı böyle yaşadık” veya “tüh, bunu unutmuşuz” diyerek ah’lanıyorduk.
Yaşamak isteyip te yaşayamadığımız fantezilerden birisinin Sevda’nın 4-5 erkekle aynı anda sikişmesi olduğunu seyrettiğimiz porno filmler sayesinde fark ettik. Bunu Sevda da istiyor bende istiyordum. Aynı anda 4-5 tane erkeğin Sevda’yı karşımda sikmeleri müthiş bir fanteziydi. Bunu düşünerek ve konuşarak defalarca sikiştik. Bunu mutlaka yaşamalıydık ama nasıl ve nerde, hangi erkeklerle?
Her ne kadar İstanbul’da yaşasak ta burada bu kadar çok güvenilir erkeği aynı anda bulmak nasıl olacaktı ve yine yaşanabilecek küçük bir olumsuzlukta tam anlamıyla tava gelmiş Sevda’nın tavrı değişebilirdi. Bunları biliyordum ama çözüm de bulmalıydım çünkü her ikimizde istiyorduk. Birkaç internet sitesinde sayfamıza gelen profilleri inceledim ancak tam güvenilir kimseyi bulamadım. Yazıştığım kişiler mangalda kül bırakmıyorlar, konuşurken 3-5 postadan aşağı bırakmam, öyle sikerim, böyle sikerim diyen tipleri Cam görüşmesinde görünce bazılarının pısırık tipler, bazılarının yazdıkları gibi olmadıkları, bazılarının her şeyi bizden bekleyen beş parasız tipler olduklarını görünce bu konuda güvenilir dostlarla bunun yaşanmasının daha doğru yol olduğuna ve son dönemlerde bize tek olarak eşlik eden Ömer’e bu fikrimi açmaya karar verdim.
Ömer, “Sevda’ya 5 erkek bile yetmez kanka, o isterse hepimizi bile siker” diye gülerek benim düşünceme yanıt verdi. Kendilerinin İzmir’de birkaç kere benzer partileri yaptıklarını söyledi. Nasıl ve nerde yaptıkları ile ilgili soruma da; Urla’da arkadaşının sahip olduğu bir Zeytin çiftliğinde rahat bir ortamda eğlendiklerini, son derece güvenilir 3 erkek arkadaşının olduğunu, Sevda’yı tanıdığını ve onu mutlu edeceklerini anlattı, detaylar konusunda da kendisine güvenmemizi istedi. Ancak bizim bunun için İzmir’e gitmemiz gerekiyordu. Ben konuyu Sevda’ya açtım, mantık çerçevesinde düşününce de İzmir’e gitmeye ve orada Ömer’in organizasyonu ile bu hazzı yaşamaya karar verdik. Ömer’e kararımızı bildirdik ve günü kararlaştırdık. Ancak Ömer’in bir şartı vardı. Biz hiçbir şeye karışmayacak sadece ona güvenecek ve dediklerini yapacaktık.
O gün gelince sabahtan İzmir’e gittik, Ömer bizi havaalanından aldı, havaalanının kapalı otoparkındaki arabanın içinde Sevda ile hoş geldin öpüşmelerini keyifle izledim. Önce kalacağımız otele gittik. Otelde kahve içerek hem biraz özlem giderdik hem de program hakkında bilgi aldık. Öğleden sonra ben, Ömer’in Hakan ve Levent isimli arkadaşları ile buluşacak ve oradan Levent’in çiftliğine gidecektik. Levent, Hakan ve diğer erkek arkadaşları benim Sevda’nın kocası olduğumu bilmeyeceklerdi. Bende Ömer’in bir arkadaşı olarak, İstanbul’dan gelen Ömer’in azgın kadın arkadaşını grupta sikecek bir katılımcı olacaktım. Bu düşünceyi duyunca biz çok heyecanlandık, herkes gibi bende karımı bir orospu gibi görecek ve diğerleri ile birlikte bir yabancı gibi sikecek, sikilmesine katkıda bulunacaktım. Sevda’da Ömer ile birlikte İstanbul’dan tanıdığı özel bir arkadaşı olarak çiftliğe gelecekti. Ben, diğer erkeklerle çiftliğe giderken yolda karım Sevda hakkında konuşulanlara tanıklık edecektim. Sevda’da bu fikri çok sevdi. İlk defa böyle bir deneyim yaşayacaktık.
Ömer beni Levent ve Hakan ile pasaportta buluşturdu, tanıştırdı. Ben Ömer’in Ayvalık’ta yaşayan bir arkadaşıydım. Ayvalığı bildiğim içim hiç sorun olmayacaktı. Ömer, Sevdanın uçağının geciktiğini, bizim çiftliğe gitmemizi söyledi ve biz 3 erkek Leven’in arabasıyla yola çıktık. Yolda tanışma ve genel konuşmalardan sonra bir markette durduk Ömer’in sipariş ettiği içki, çerez ve meyveleri aldık. Tüm siparişler Sevdanın sevdiği cinstendi, Ömer bu işi biliyordu ? Sevda, bugün uçacaktı, bunu şimdiden hissetmeye başlamıştım. Arabadaki herkes gelecek kadının nasıl birisi olduğunu bilmiyor, merak ediyordu, tahminler yaptık. Ortak kanı Ömer getiriyorsa keyifli sikiş yapacağımız ateşli ve azgın bir kadın olduğuydu. Ben başka kimse olacak mı diye sorunca Levent, çiftliğine bakan yarıcı ile birlikte toplam 5 erkek olacağımızı söyledi. Bu arada Hakan ve Levent’in 45li yaşlarda, farklı özel şirketlerde yöneticilik yapan ama swing ortamını bilen, kibar ve Ömer ile de dostlukları uzun yıllara dayanan kişiler olduklarını öğrenmiştim. Sevda’ya çok güzel bir çiçek ve çikolata kutusu bile yaptırmışlardı. Benim boş olduğumu öğrenince de “üzülme kanka, bunları hepimizin adına hazırlattık” dediler.
Yaklaşık 1 saat sonra çiftliğe ulaşmıştık. Çok büyük bir yer değildi. Ağırlık zeytin ağaçlarının olduğu çeşitli meyve ağaçları çevrili bir yerdi. Ortaya yakın bir yerde iki katlı bir ev ve önünde büyükçe bir terası vardı. Terasta oturmak için büyükçe bir masa hemen içeride ise geniş ve rahat çekyat görünümlü deri koltuklar ve ayrıca geniş ve güzel bir banyo vardı. Koltukların karşısındaki büyükçe bir TV seti ile duvarlardaki erotik resimler burasının zaman zaman sikiş partileri için kullanılan bir yer olduğu intibasını hemen yaratıyordu. Tam anlamıyla Sikseler kimsenin duymayacağı, görmeyeceği bir yerdi..
Biz araba ile içeriye girip eşyaları boşaltırken çiftliğe bakan ve oranın yarıcısı tabir edilen kişi geldi. Adının Mustafa olduğunu öğrendiğim bu kişi kaba saba bir köylüydü, Nasıl bir özelliği vardı da Ömer bu kişiyide çağırmıştı tam anlayamamıştım ama Ömer’in mutlaka bir bildiği vardı. Mustafa, “Nerede sikeceğim karı” diye sordu, Levent, “acele etme, sabırlı ol. Bizde görmedik ama sağlam bir orospu olmasa Ömer hepimizi buraya toplamaz, bak Metin’i de taaaa Ayvalık’tan çağırmış” deyince, Mustafa da bana “hoş geldin” dedi ve elini uzattı. Tokalaştık, Mustafa’nın avucun içinde benim elim nerdeyse kaybolmuştu. Böyle olunca Mustafa’nın sikinin de eli gibi kocaman olmasını diledim. Hep birlikte çevreyi düzelttik, masayı hazırladık, ben banyoya gittim ve orayı tekrar temizledim, çünkü Sevda’nın bu konuda saplantı derecesinde titizliği vardı. Bu arada Levent’te DVD ye 5-6 saatlik Gang-Bang filmlerini yükledi. Normal şartlarda böyle bir yerde sikişmeyi hiçbir zaman aklından geçirmeyen Sevda ilk defa böyle bir ortamda sikişecekti. Tüm bu hazırlıkları yaparken diğer 3 erkek ile birlikte bende “bozuntuya vermemek adına” Sevda ile ilgili tahminlerde bulunmaya devam ediyor, nasıl bir kadın olduğu yorumlarını yapıyor, nasıl ve nerede, hangi pozisyonda sikeceğimizi konuşuyor, hayalini kuruyorduk. Kimisi Sevda’yı koca emeli ve koca götlü olarak tanımlarken bazıları sarışın olma ihtimalinden bahsediyor, kimisi azgın bir dul olduğuna iddiaya giriyordu. Esmer ve kıllı amcığı olan bir kadın olarak ta tarif ediliyordu… Oysa hiçbiri doğru tahmin yapamıyordu. Bu arada Hakan’ın “arkadaşlar, herkesin siki ve taşakları temiz mi, kadının böyle bir saplantısı varmış, kıllı sevmezmiş ona göre” uyarısına herkes, gülerek elbette diye yanıt vermişti. Anladım ki Ömer, Sevda’nın hassas olduğu konularda herkesi önceden uyarmıştı.
Bizim çiftliğe ulaşmamızdan yaklaşık 1,5 saat sonra Ömer ile Sevda geldiler. Sevda Kırmızı, son derece rahat ancak derin dekolteli bir elbise giymişti. Tıpkı Kırmızılı Kadın filmindeki gibiydi. Sarı saçlarında kırmızı toka, Kırmızı ayakkabıları ve kırmızı makyajı ile adeta antik çağdan çıkıp gelen Tanrıçalar gibiydi. O anda orada herkesin dilinin kuruduğuna, nefeslerinin kesildiğine şahit oldum. Göğüs dekoltesi ve içindeki dantelli sütyeni nefisti. Benim için altına giydiği tangayı tahmin etmek zor değildi. Bende diğer erkekler gibi hayranlıkla karıma bakarken, karımı az sonra sikecek erkeklerle aynı tepkiyi veriyor ama ben çok daha fazla heyecan duyuyordum. Ömer, “beyler, size Sevda hanımı tanıştırayım. Kendisi benim İstanbul günlerimden arkadaşımdır. Evlidir zaman zaman eşi ile birlikte ortamlara katılır ama bu İzmir ziyaretini kendisi yalnız yapmak istedi, şu an eşinin bu ortamdan haberi var. Sıradışı bir gün yaşayacağına da ben söz verdim. Sizlere de güveniyorum” dedikten sonra “Hakan, Levent, Mustafa İzmir’den, Metin ise Ayvalık’tan benim arkadaşlarım”dır diyerek bizleri tanıştırdı. Bu arada canım karıcığımın benim gözlerime bir bakışı vardı ki… anlatamam. Herkesin siki adeta demir gibi olmuştu. Sevda, son derece seksi bir edayla bir adım öne çıktı, “sizleri tanımak güzel, buraya felekten bir gün çalmaya geldim, kendi doğrularıma ve karşılıklı saygı esasına göre hep birlikte eğlenebileceğimize inanıyorum. Burada yaşananların burada kalmasını dilerim” diye konuştu. Sonra da Ömer’e “aşkım bana ne ikram edeceksin, susuzluktan dilim kurudu” diye işveli bir şekilde seslendi. Ömer de masaya geçmeyi önerdi. Keyifli bir şekilde masaya geçtik. Sevda Mustafa ve Hakan’ın ortasına oturdu. Ben ve Levent -DVD ye koyduğu filmleri açtıktan sonra- karşısına, Ömer de masanın kısa kenarına… Mustafa adeta yamyam misali Sevdanın içine düşecekmiş gibi oturuyor ona dokunabilmek, hizmet edebilmek için adeta yırtınıyordu. Sevda “Sağolsun Ömer beni havaalanından aldıktan sonra otele götürdü. Hazırlanırken aklıma şeytanlık geldi, onu bir bahane ile yukarı odaya çağırdım ve orada yanımdaki tatlıdan bir parça ikram ettim” deyince buraya gelmeden Ömer’in otelde Sevdayı siktiğini anladım. Fahişe karım, eminim ki buraya amcığında Ömerin dölleri ile geldi. Kimbilir o dölleri ilk kime yalatacaktı ?
Masada Rakı ve şarap vardı. Sevda her ikisini de severdi ama rakı ile başlamayı tercih edince herkes rakı içmeye karar verdi. Kadehler doldu ve ilk kadehler fondip yapıldı. Bu arada Levent, hepimiz adına alınan iç çamaşırı, çiçek ve çikolatayı Sevdaya verdi, karşılığında da öpücüğü aldı. Hakan, hediyeyi hep birlikte aldık, bize öpücük yok mu deyince tatlı orospum Hakan, Mustafa ve en son da beni öptü. Öperken kulağıma “nasılsın kocacığım, bugün gavatlıkta Nirvana yapacaksın. Ödülünü hem otele dönüşte ve hemde İstanbul’da alacaksın. Şimdiden teşekkür ederim”i fısıldadı. Çok keyiflenmiştim. Sevda TV’deki gang-bang filmini görünce “ohaaaa… ulan bu kadar erkek bir kadını mı sikiyor”u kahkaha eşliğinde söylerken adeta bende istiyorum der gibiydi. Elinde rakı kadehiyle erkeklerin etrafında dolaşmaya başlayan tatlı fahişem erkekleri sikişmeye davet eden seksi kıyafeti ile adeta porno film yıldızı gibiydi…
Herkesi gözüyle süzdükten sonra “…hımmmm buranın sahibi olarak çok mu sikiş partisi düzenliyorsun, anlat bakalım” deyip Levent’in kucağına oturdu ve dudaklarına yapıştı. Artık kuş serbestti, erkekler serbestti… Mustafa hemen kocaman elini Sevdanın kalçalarına koyarak “ooooffff beeeee. Yumuşacık avrat lan bu… bunun amına koymazsam bana da sikici Musti demesinler” diyerek Sevda ya sarıldı… Sevda’nın Mustafa’ya “yavaş ol canım” derken bana bakmasından Ömer’in dölleri ile dolu amcığını önce Mustafa’ya yalatacağını anladım. Ulan orospu, seninle gurur duyuyorum Helal olsun sana…
Levent ile bir süre öpüştükten sonra, ayağa kalktı, TV’nin karşısındaki koltuğa giderken, Mustafa’ya , gel seninle biraz film izleyelim, kadını nasıl sikiyorlar görelim deyince önce Mustafa, sonra da hepimiz koltuklara geçtik. Ömer “ben hem film hem de sizi izleyeceğim” diyerek masada kaldı. Aşkım koltuğa oturdu, bacaklarını kaldırdı ve yana açarak koltuğa koyarken Mustafa’ya “bak bakalım ne göreceksin” diye amcığını ve onu örtemeyen kırmızı dantelli tangasını gösterdi. Mustafa hemen diz çökerek yanaştı ve bir hayvan gibi karımın amcığını emmeye başladı…. Sevda “yavaş laannnn, bu amcık tek senin değil, bugün bunu kaç kişi tadacak, kibar ol ayı” deyince Mustafa yavaşladı ama aslında Ömer’in dölleri ile dolu amcığı emmeye, yalamaya başlamıştı bile. “Ohhhh… ne tatlı amcık bu, vıcık vıcık ıslanmış, sikilmeye hazır” sözlerini hırıltılar eşliğinde söylüyordu ama eminim ki kendi bile duymuyordu. Bu arada diğer tüm erkekler soyunmuştuk. Karşımızdaki bu görüntüden kalkmış siklerimizi sıvazlıyorduk. Ben ayağa kalktım ve karıma yaklaştım, karım beni görünce sikimi tutu, gözlerime baktı, kendine doğru çekti, dudaklarımdan öptükten sonra sikimi emmeye başladı…. Ooofffffff tanrım ne harika kadındı bu, sadece sikimi emmiyor, iliklerime kadar somuruyordu…… Hakan ve Levent’in geldiğini görünce ben kenara çekildim. Artık karım 3 azgın erkeğin arasında idi. Mustafa hışımla amcığını emiyor ve yalıyorken Levent ve Hakan da siklerini ağzına dayamışlar adeta boğazını yırtacakmış gibi peşi sıra karımın ağzını sikiyorlardı. Aynı anda elleri de boş durmuyor, sütyeninden çıkarttıkları memelerini yoğuruyorlardı. Karım da kendinden geçmişti… Çıkardığı seslerden boşaldığını anlamıştım. Ömer ile göz göze geldiğimizde keyiflendiğimi şerefine kadeh kaldırarak göstermiştim. “Bu adam iyi adam, bizi anlayabilen, güvenilir birisi” diye içimden geçirdim. Levent ile Mustafa yer değiştirmişti, Mustafa’nın sikini görünce de inanamadım, aynı elleri gibiydi, kocaman ve kapkalın. “Ulam bunu nasıl ağzına alır, nasıl amcığına sokar” diye düşünürken Sevda’nın “Ohaaaaa…. Bu ne lannn… Bu kadar yıllık orospuyum böyle yarrak görmedim. Nerde büyüttün lan bunu” demesini hiç unutmayacağım. Sonra büyük bir iştahla Mustafa’nın yarrağını emmeye yalamaya başladı. Aynı anda Levent yere yatmış, Sevdayı üstüne almıştı. Mustafanın yarrağını emen karımın amcığını Levent sikmeye başlamıştı. Bu manzara çok keyifliydi. Hakan da daha fazla dayanamadı ve Sevdanın götünü önce yalayıp ıslattıktan sonra sikini kökledi. Sevdam sikiliyordu hemde aynı and 3 deliğinden de, hemde 3 ayrı yarrak yiyordu… Sikim patlamak üzereydi… Kalktım, yanlarına gittim, karım sikilirken 31 çekmeye, sikimi okşamaya başladım… Hortumla bahçe sular misali karımın sırtına boşaldım…Offffffff, harikaydı…. Sonra döllerimi ellerimle karımın tüm bedenine yedirirken önce Mustafa Karımın ağzına boşaldı ve karım da damlasını boşa götürmeden tüm dölleri yuttu. Ardından da Levent ve Hakan boşaldılar. Bu arada karım kaç kez boşaldı saymadım. Harikaydı… Terli bedenler, döl kokuları, rakı kokuları ile karışmıştı…. Herkes gülümsüyordu. Sevda, tam bir vamp kadın havası ve yırtılmış ama çıkmamış kırmızı elbisesi ile Ömer’in yanına geldi, gözlerine bakarak sikini eline aldı ve sanki ilk defa görüyormuş gibi emmeye, yalamaya başladı. Ben anlamıştım, bu teşekkür emmesiydi. Zira yaklaşık 2 saat önce otel odasında bu sik ile neler yaşamıştı, onlar biliyordu ama bu daha başkaydı. Şimdi 4 erkek Ömer’in siki ile Sevda’nın dansını izliyorduk. Sevda Ömer’i tamamen soydu, koltuğa oturttu, sadece siki ve taşakları ile oynamaya başladı. Başını diliyle seviyor, taşaklarını emiyor, daha aşağı inerek götünü de dilleyerek tekrar yukarı çıkıyordu. Boşalacağını anladığı anlarda dilini ve dudaklarını Ömer’in sikinin başından çekiyor ve saniyeler sonra tekrar başlıyordu. Bunun sürecin oldukça uzun sürmesini isterken bize Show yapıyordu. 4 erkek ve 4 kazık gibi olmuş sik bir kadının dili ile dudaklarına kilitlenmişti. Herkes sikini okşuyor, yavaş yavaş ta olsa bir çeşit 31 çekiyordu… “Vayy amına goduğum avradı, vay orospu vay, neler yapıyor, bize neler gösteriyor lan bu garı. Ulan bunun kocası ne şanslıdır, kimbilir. Bize bunları yapan kocasına neler yapmaz ki” sözü Mustafa’nın ağzından dökülürken tekrar kalkan o kocaman sikini tükürükleyerek kendinden geçmiş halde karımı izliyordu. Sevda, benim gözlerimin içine bakarak, “biz kocamla birbirimize aşığız, onu çok seviyorum. O da buraya gelmek isterdi ama özel bir nedenden gelemedi, sadece eğlenmem için beni gönderdi. Dönünce sizin selamlarınızı ve her ayrıntıyı detaylıca anlatacağım” sözleri neredeyse sikimi patlatacaktı. Bu arada Hakan, şarap şişesini getirdi ve Ömer’in kucağına tersten oturarak götüne aldığı sikin keyfini süren Sevdanın memeleri ile birlikte her yerine dökmeye başladı. Şarap kokusu, ter kokusu, ahlamalar, ohlamalar, inlemeler herkese sikişmenin doruklarını yaşatıyordu. Hemen bu fırsattan istifade ederek Sevda ile Ömer’in önüne oturdum ve bir anda karıcığımın amcığını yalamaya başladım. Harikaydı, nefis kokuyordu. Arada dilim Ömerin taşaklarına da değiyordu ama, olsun keyif alıyordum. Sevdanın amcığının iyice vıcık vıcık olduğunu görünce tatlım, bebeğim diyerek bende amcığına girdim. Artık karımı Ömer götünden, ben amcığından sikiyordum. Mustafa da o kocaman sikini Sevda’nın ağzına vermişti, bu sıkışık ortamda Mustafa’nın sikine Sevda ile birlikte birkaç dil de ben atmış oldum.
Sevdanın bu pozisyonda kaç kez boşaldığını bilmiyorum ama hepimiz Sevdanın amcığına, götüne ağzına, memelerine sırtına boşaldık. Sevdayı döl manyağı yaptık dersem yalan olmaz. O anki mutluluğu inanılmazdı, gördüğüm en şahane kadın manzaralarından birisi idi. Yorgunluktan gözleri bayılmış halde benim dudağımdan öptü, elimi tuttu ve “beni duşa götür” derken içten teşekkür ettiğini biliyordum.
Birkaç saat daha çiftlikte eğlendik, sohbet ettik. Sevda kendisine alınan hediyeleri denedi, alanlara tek tek teşekkür etti. Mustafa’nın koca yarrağını üstüne oturarak amcığına aldı, Hakan ve Levent ile aynı anda tekrar sikişti. Sonuçta keyifli bir gün yaşamış olarak Ömer bizi otele bıraktı. Ertesi günü de Pasaport’ta güzel bir kahvaltı sonrası uçak ile İstanbul’a döndük. Şimdi artık sık sık İzmir’deki arkadaşları ve orada yaşadığımız güzel günü anarak sikişiyoruz.

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Adım Ali. Yaşım 20. Üniversiteyi 1 sene geç kazandım. Eskişehir’i kazanmıştım. Yani geçen sene 4 yıllık lise arkadaşım olan Tuğçe’nin kazandığı şehri. Eskişehir’e gidince ilk işlerimden biri Tuğçe ile buluşmak oldu. Bana üniversiteden, buradaki gençlikten ve ortamdan bahsetti. Bol bol konuştuk. Sonra yurdun kötü olduğunu eve çıkmak istediğini ve birbirimizi tanıdığımız için bana birlikte aynı eve çıkabiliriz önerisini sundu. Biraz düşündükten sonra onayı verdim. Hem maddi yönden hem de Tuğçe’nin temiz, iyi bir kız olmasından dolayı evin iyi olacağını düşündüm.

Tuğçe ile geçmişimizi de kısaca anlatayım. Tuğçe için çok güzel bir kız diyemeyiz. Yani yüz güzelliği ortalama deriz. Lise 1 ve 2 de Tuğçe gerçekten çirkindi. Yüzündeki sivilceler ve giydiği pantolon onu çok kötü gösteriyordu. Lise 3 ve 4 de ise sivilcelerinden arınmış, artık mini eteğe geçmişti. Hele ki lise 3 de okulun ilk günü yazın etkisiyle gözüme çok güzel görünmüştü. O bronzlaşmış ve yeni ağdalanmış bacakları beni çıldırtıyordu. Enfes bir fiziğe kavuşmuştu 17 yaşında. O günü asla unutamam. Benim ise lise 2 den itibaren cool bir havam vardı. Tuğçe’nin bana ilgi gösterdiğini biliyordum. Ama o zaman gerçekten çok çirkindi. Sonraki iki sene ise ortalama arkadaştık. Bu süre zarfında Tuğçe’yi hayal ederek 2 sene boyunca bol bol 31 çektim. O enfes bronz ve ağdalanmış bacaklara elimi sürtmeyi hayal ettim hep. Cana yakın biri olması insanı gerçekten kudurtuyordu. Beni severdi ve konuşurken hep bana dokunurdu, sürtünürdü…

Evet böyle bir lise döneminden 1.5 sene sonra Tuğçe ile aynı eve çıktım. Yaklaşık bir ay içinde birbirimize alıştık. Evin masraflarını aileleri falan halletmiştik. Başta ikimiz de odamızda takılırken sonraları birlikte kahvaltı etmeye, tv izlemeye başlamıştık. Tuğçe benden tekrar hoşlanıyordu. Bu belliydi. Ama önceden onu reddetmemin etkisiyle bunu çok belli etmemeye çalışıyordu. Ben ise Tuğçe’nin yanında azıyor ama bunu belli etmemeye çalışıp kendime sürekli kızıyordum. O benim yakın bir dostum ve ev arkadaşımdı.

Bir ay daha geçmişti. Hayat monotondu ikimiz içinde. Okul, arkadaşlar ve ev şeklindeydi. Tuğçe değişmişti bana karşı. Elime yanlışıkla dokunması, bakışları ve vücut hareketleri beni delirtiyordu. Benim azgınlığımı hissettiği fazlasıyla belliydi. Bana oynuyordu adeta. Bir gün Tuğçe ile çok yakınlaşmıştık. O gün 1. Sınıftan kalan çok zor bir dersini vermişti. Bana haber verirken bana sıkı sıkı sarıldı. Ben ise hafif şekilde belini tuttum ve okşadım. Yüzümüz, gözlerimiz ve dudaklarımız çok yakındı kısa bir süre için.

Bu sınav döneminde ben de gerçekten iyi ders çalışıyordum. Saat gece 1 i bulmuştu. Salona geçip tvyi açmış ve bir bardak buz gibi su içiyordum. Rahatlamaya ihtiyacım vardı ve dinleniyordum.

O an mutfaktan o tatlı ses yükseldi: “Ali bi gelir misin?” Şaşkındım. Tuğçe’nin yattığını sanıyordum. Kalktım ve mutfağa geçtim. Gördüğüm şey sadece 1 saniyelikti. Ama ben onu 1 dakika gibi hissettim. Tuğçe arkası dönük bir şekilde tezgaha dayanmış ve su bardağına uzanmaya çalışıyordu. Altında genç kızların giydiği hafif dantelli, beyaz üzerine birkaç renkli incecik bir mini pijama şortu vardı. Yaklaşık 2 sene sonra Tuğçe’nin yeni ağdalanmış ve hafif bronz olan o inanılmaz bacaklarını gördüm. İçimden kütür kütür dedim. İşte o 1 saniye bu kadar uzundu. Benim yarrak bu sırada kütük gibi olmuştu. Belli etmeden yanına gittim. O sırada yine bana oynadı ve önümden çekilirken ben de uzanırken tezgah ile benim aramda kaldı. Sikim götünün iki yanağı arasına girmiş durumdaydı. Yaklaşık 2 saniye öyle durduk. Sonra geri çekilirken bana döndü ve dudağıma yapıştı. Bu ise 10 saniye kadar sürdü. İnanılmaz şeyler yaşıyordum. Hayal ettiğim kız ile müthiş bir sevişme yaşadık. Birbirimize yanan gözlerle bakıyorduk adeta. Saniyeler içinde birbirimizi ne kadar çok istediğimiz söyledik. Tuğçe’nin pijamalarını iki hamlede çıkardım. İç çamaşırı yoktu. Güldüm. Uyurken böyle rahat olduğunu söyledi. Ortalama büyüklükte olan göğüsleriyle 5 dakika boyunca uğraştım. Sonra alt tarafa geçtim. Sıcak yoğun bir su akıyordu. Çok heycanlıydı. Birkaç defa parmakladığımda çığlık atmaya başladı. Sonrasında benim t-shirtümü ve eşofmanımı çıkardı. Boxerı ise tek hamlede çıkardı.
Ben inanılmaz kudurmuş durumdaydım. Sınav dönemi olduğu için tam 1 haftadır 31 çekmiyordum. Bana oral seks yaptı 20 saniye boyunca. Ardından hırsla “sok bana” diye haykırdı. “Ama bakire değil misin?” dedim. “Ali yalvarıyorum boz beni! Yanıyorum, çok istiyorum seniii!” dedi. Kısa bir süre düşündüm. O kadar azmama rağmen doğruları olan bir insandım ve kararımı verip Tuğçeyi tezgaha oturttum. Sikimi sıcacık ve ıpıslak olan o deliğe soktum. O yıllardır hayalini kurduğum harika bacakları deli gibi sıkıp kendime çekiyordum. Hayvan gibi siktim Tuğçe’yi. Kısa bi süre sonra orgazmı başladı. Titremeye başladı. Ben ise boşalmamak için zor dayanıyordum. Çok üst düzey sikiyordum. Tezgahdaki şeyler yerlere döküldü. İnanılmaz bir an yaşıyordum. Amının tampon bölgesine çok sert vuruyordum artık. Ve o an aynı anda boşaldık. Çok uzun sürdü bu. Kan ve döller içinde Tuğçe’yi yerdeki halıya indirdim. Sikim amının içinde ve ikimizde çok yorgun bir şekilde dudaklarımız yapışık seviştik. Yaklaşık 10 dakika sonra kalkıp Tuğçe’yi yatağına koydum. Bacaklarını birkaç defa öpüp okşadıktan sonra kendimi onun yanına bıraktım. Çok yorgundum ve hemen uyudum.

Not: Hikaye şahsıma aittir. Hikaye ve isimler gerçek olaylardan esinlenerek kendi hayalgücümle oluşturulmuştur.

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On a deserted island…How did we get there? I’ll assume for this one that we’re not struggling for survival…

We have been walking around this island all day, seeing the sights, enjoying the view of the beautiful tropical island…and each other, of course. Since there’s nobody else around, we don’t bother with any sort of clothing. We stop to rest for a bit, and you sit; propped up against a tree. Your legs are slightly open, and in my voyeuristic nature I notice that your lips are a little swollen, and perhaps just a little glint of moisture is seeping out. You do say, though that you’re exhausted after hiking around for several hours, and I agree by way of drifting off to sleep.

I awakened an hour or so later to the sounds of moaning and yelling…You were still propped against the tree, but your legs were spread wide, and you were thrusting three fingers in and out of your pussy with one hand and massaging your clit with the other. Your lips were very swollen and red, and I could tell you had already come several times. I watched very intently as you brought yourself to ecstasy again and again in rapid succession. My cock was instantly fired to full readiness, and my first thought was to join in.

But was this a private moment for you? Did you WANT company, or were you so engrossed in yourself that another’s presence would have been a mere intrusion. Your eyes were tightly closed as I watched, opening only ever so slightly from time to time between your orgasms…

You were so beautiful to tuzla escort watch as your hands glided expertly over your body…you would massage your nipples, finger your clit, shove them into your box, suck the juices off of them…all in perfectly choreographed movements!

It was at this point I noticed that you were looking at me with your beautiful blue eyes. “Got a free hand?,” you asked. OF course I did…and I was glad to join in the fun. You lay flat on your back, and said, “Good. Here.” Your fingers were still hard at work on your clit, and the juices were running out of your sex, down the crack of your ass, and onto the ground. I spread your ass cheeks apart, and started running my fingers around your tight little asshole…You told me you wanted me to stick my fingers in there RIGHT NOW…which I was all to happy to do. Your pussy juice was exceptionally slick, and I slid a finger in effortlessly, to which you responded by moaning in pleasure as you came again. Getting bolder, I added a second, then a third finger to your ass, and I could feel your sphincter muscles stretch against them…You told me how good it felt, and you stopped fingering yourself so you could really enjoy the feeling of your anus being gently stretched.

After a few moments, I buried my face in your snatch and savored the musty aroma, reveling in the wetness. As my tongue flicked lightly over your clit again and again, I pulled my fingers slowly out of your ass, and using my other hand, inserted two fingers into your amazingly hot and tuzla escort bayan tight pussy. I could feel (and hear—through your moans and wails) your next orgasm building, and as your pussy muscles clenched around my fingers, I was greeted by a gentle but strong spray of fluid from your twat. It was slightly bitter, but not unpleasant to taste, and I took as much of it as I could into my mouth before I moved up and kissed you deeply. You rose to your knees, then turned around, spreading your cheeks, and said, “You HAVE to fuck me now.” I started to enter you from behind, when you clenched your muscles and said, “not there.”

Agreeing, I slicked up my cock with your juices and my own saliva, and positioned the head of my throbbing cock at the mouth of your ass, which I could feel twitching in anticipation. I slowly eased the head of it in, and when I felt your sphincter relax, I slowly but deliberately pushed the rest of the way in. As I steadied myself against you, your hand went back to your clit, and you came almost instantly…you then put your fingers back inside your pussy, and I could feel your fingers through the wall of your ass…the sensation was overwhelming. As I neared my own orgasm, which felt like it had been building for years, you pulled away from me, and said you wanted it another way first…

So you ran over to the small lagoon by which we had been laying, and filled your hat with water. You walked over to me, and poured the water over me, gently cleansing my still-throbbing dick. The next thing I escort tuzla knew, you had my legs apart, and you were giving me an amazing blow job…your fingers were running over my body, and soon I could feel them stroking my cock as you went further down and started licking and tonguing my ass. You seemed to know exactly where my point of no return was, and kept stopping just shy of that point…

I moaned in surprise and pleasure as you slipped not one but two fingers into my ass and began slowly thrusting in and out and massaging my prostate gland…I felt like my cock was going to split apart if it got any harder. You asked me if I was up for a little bit more of a thrill, and I said that of course I was…Suddenly I gasped as I felt something stretching my ass even more, and when I looked down, you said that you knew bananas were good for things besides eating…The sensation of it sliding in me was incredible…little twinges of pain, yet very satisfying as you engulfed my cock once again in your mouth. The thrusts into my ass and the slippery in-out action of your mouth caused my loins to ache…I reached down and found your clit once again, and you nearly lept past me at the surprise sensation. You rocked back and forth on my finger, and I could sense that our orgasms would come soon, and simultaneously. As my cock swelled and began to erupt, I felt another stream of wetness on my hand…You moaned a muffled yell as the lights started to go out for me…I felt five or six spurts of come leave the head of my cock, yet you didn’t slow for an instant. You swallowed some, then came up and kissed me deeply, and we savored the taste of our mixed juices.

As our passion faded, a soft glow descended upon the island as the sun began to set…

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She nervously eyed the door clearly marked Men’s Shower Room, hoping to catch her prey coming out. It had been almost fifteen minutes since the last man had left the room and yet none had been her mark. Growing impatient and bold, she waltzed into forbidden territory. She could hear a running shower, and the room was filled with steam. Cautiously she made her way towards the shower stalls, hoping to not run into anyone other than her target. She slowly edged herself around the final corner, and softly gasped. There he was the gorgeous hunk that had caught her eye earlier in the weight room.

She had noticed him while riding one of the stationary bikes that were situated in front of a mirrored wall. He had passed behind her on his way to one of the many pieces of exercise equipment. Enthralled, she had gazed raptly at him as muscles bulged and flexed, and sweat rolled down his body. What a sight! And now here he was. She grinned as a wicked impulse overcame her.

Stepping back a little she hurriedly toed off her tennis shoes, and stripped her shorts and t-shirt off. All she wore underneath was a two piece bikini set. The top piece was fashioned to appear as a demi-bra and the bottoms a thong. Cherry red and shiny, the leather bikini made her feel sexy. She slowly peered around the corner again, and saw his back was to her. No one else seemed to be around. They were alone. She crept up silently on him, and then cleared her throat loudly. The man jumped, and turned hurriedly around. pendik escort His eyes widened as he observed Savannah standing there, who was unashamedly devouring him with her eyes.

Licking her lips, she walked up to him so their bodies touched. His breath hissed when one finger rubbed along his lips, and the other made a slow trail downward, across his chest and stomach, and finally rested upon the growing bulge. Smiling wickedly, she kneeled before him, and took his cock into her mouth. His hands grasped her head and he muttered, “What the fuck?” and then he groaned as her tongue and teeth played at his dick.

Alternately sucking and nipping him with her teeth, he was soon a willing participant and began thrusting furiously into her mouth. He felt a hand grab him by the balls pulling them, squeezing them and rolling them around. It was almost too much and yet, not enough. Savannah moaned around his cock, enjoying the earthy taste of him in her mouth. He was fully erect now, and stone hard. She rubbed her tongue at the tip of his dick, and tasted his precum.

“Hmmmm, yeahhhh,” she moaned.

She stood up then and backed away a few steps. Seeing he was about to follow her she wagged a finger at him and motioned for him to stop. Reluctantly he did as he was instructed. Ever so slowly, she undid the ties of her bikini top and let it fall to the tiled floor of the shower stall. His dick twitched as he stared admiringly at the fullness of her breasts, the nipples hard and pointy. She escort pendik cupped them in her hands, lifting them together and then apart, playing with them, letting her fingers play with the hard nipples. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she enjoyed herself, now rubbing her palms excitedly over them.

Gasping she opened her eyes, and quickly reached for the ties of her bikini thong. His eyes glittered with excitement as her beautiful pubic mound, smoothly shaven, was revealed. Spreading her legs her right hand made a slow trail down to touch her swollen clit. Her hand rubbed on her breasts and she moaned as she felt the surprising rush of an orgasm! She felt his hands close on her arms; he held them out so he could look his fill. And then he was soaping his hands, and rubbing the lather on her. He spread the white foam on her breasts first, making fluffy peaks on her nipples. And then he lathered her hot pussy, stroking her clit fast and hard. He chuckled as she moaned again with another orgasm. Savannah had never been more turned on in her life.

Maybe it was just the thrill of a new experience, or knowing that any moment someone could walk in and catch them. In either case she was feverish, and just the barest touch set her off. She felt his fingers thrusting upward into her wet pussy. She squirmed against him, rubbing herself against his chest, and sucked hard on his shoulder. She heard him moan and sucked some more, occasionally biting him for good measure. And then he was turning pendik escort bayan her away from him, his body cornering her against one wall of the shower stall. He spread her legs, but took time to admire her ass and rub his hands on it. He played at the opening of that dark hole, even fingering her ass for a minute or more. She begged him, “fuck me”, and pumped her ass at the fingers torturing her. He crowded in behind her, and she felt his dick rub along the swollen flesh of her pussy, playing at the opening. And then he grabbed her hips and thrust fully into her pussy.

Their groans echoed in the shower room as his hips pistoned furiously, his cock slamming into her again and again. She rocked back against that wonderful intrusion, wanting his cock to go deeper and harder. She could feel that upward spiral of pleasure, her pussy tightening around him. He groaned as her spasms began, and frantically he pounded into her. His balls tightened up, and began tingling. He felt the rush of his own climax, and then she screamed.

Panting heavily, he leaned on her, and she let her head roll back to rest on his shoulder briefly. And then she was pulling away, making him groan as he popped out. She stood under the now cold water and rinsed the remaining soap from her body. Stepping out of the shower she reached for a towel and hurriedly dried off.

“That was reaaaaaaal nice”, he said. “What’s your name?” She just smiled and then picked up her soaking bikini.

Shrugging, she then walked over to the rest of her clothes, and put them on. He followed her, a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Thanks sugar, you were great!” she exclaimed. And then she left.

“Damn!” he said. “Did I just dream that?

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Sara set down her suite case, and almost flopped onto the bed. The motel room she had booked into was small, but clean and nicely furnished, and the bed seemed like heaven after twenty- two hours sitting in an airplane. She was amazed at how exhausting sitting and doing nothing could be, and the jet lag was catching up with her already. It was an effort to get off the bed, but there were things she has to do before she could rest. Then she would rest well.

Opening her bag she took out her phone book, and picked up the phone. Her hands were shaking so badly it was almost impossible to dial the number, so she took a deep breath, and relaxed for a moment. There, the phone was ringing. Her heart pounding in her chest, she could hardly breathe.

“Hello. You have reached the home of James Carson. I am sorry I am not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and a brief message, I will get back to you as soon as possible.”

The sound of his voice took her breath away. She was almost relieved he wasn’t home. Setting down the receiver without leaving a message, she headed for the shower. Letting the heat of the water wash away much of the stiffness of travel, toweled off, and headed for the bed. It was indeed comfortable. Sinking back onto the pillows she thought about her reason for being here. The meeting she a scheduled for the following day was the most important of her life. But that was not what had her so shaken.

James. The mere thought of his name gave her shivers through her body, and awakened a need she desperately needed fulfilled. They had met online, in an Internet chat room, and quickly became close friends. Over time the friendship had become more. Much more. The endless hours they would spend chatting, talking, watching each other on cam, had added fuel to a rapidly growing desire. A desire that could not be tamed even by the distance between them.

She took a deep breath and let it go slowly. Sleep was not going to come easily, her body and mind consumed by a combination of exhaustion and excitement. She tried to relax. To find the rest she so badly needed, but it eluded her. Submitting to her restlessness, she rose and went to the window. Gazing out upon a different world, her mind was a blur with the events of the past few weeks. It hardly seemed real. Yet here she was half a world away from the only home she had ever known. A cool breeze caressed her face, and a light rain began to fall, relaxing her a little. She returned to her bed, her body still to tense to let sleep find it’s mark.

Opening the case beside the bed, she took out the velvet bag and opened it, producing a flexible pink vibrator with four rows of rotating beads close to the head. This one was her favorite, and she was now glad that she hadn’t left it behind. Turning it on, she ran the beads over her tongue, making them wet with her mouth, loving the sensation it sent through her mouth. Moving it down to her pussy, she used her fingers to part her folds, and very slowly, moved the toy over her clit.

Her sex was already producing liberal amounts of silky juice, and she covered the length of the vibrator, she affectionately called “Binkie” with her hot fluids. Stroking and teasing her nipples with her free hand, she worked Binkie a little faster over her clit, and down over her hole. She wanted the feel of it inside her right away, but she took her time, heightening her pleasure. Slowly she inserted Binkie into her wanting pussy, moving her other hand down to massage her throbbing clit. Spreading her legs wide, she pushed Binkie deeper and deeper inside, the rotating beads sending a thrilling sensation surging through her sensitive center.

Moaning softly, she worked Binkie faster and harder in and out of her, thrusting and driving the toy into her hungry pussy while her fingers worked her clit in just the right way. Feeling herself building, she rubbed harder, fucking herself harder and harder with the hand held cock. Arching her back, and crying out softly, her orgasm swept over her sending a shuddering rush surging through her body. Taking Binkie from her pussy, she held it against her clit, riding her orgasm to the end. Tucking Binkie under the pillow beside her, she slipped into an easy, contended sleep. Binkie never failed her on sleepless nights.

Morning came all too soon, and the ringing of the phone brought Sara back from her dreams.

“Hello” she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and brushed her hair back from her face.

“Good morning Miss Mason. This is the front desk with the wake up call you requested. It’s 7 am. Did you sleep well?” He sounded all together to cheery for this time of morning, but she could hardly hold her restless night against him.

“Yes. Thank you. I slept fine. Was there any messages for me?”

“No Miss Mason, nothing as yet.”

“Alright, thank you.” She set down the phone. A hot shower and light breakfast was all she needed to get her day started.

Stepping bursa escort into the street, she was suddenly hit by the realization of where she was. California. USA. A very different world from the small country town in Northern Australia, where she had spent most of her life. This place was alive with the hustle and bustle of a million people going about their daily business. She took a deep breath, and looked for the courage she needed to get through this day successfully.

Stepping from the cab, she hugged her manuscript close. It had taken her three years to write the series of books she was submitting and hopefully selling to these people today. But her confidence was high. She was a good writer, and she knew it. The lift opened, and the door before her read “Bateman Publishing” With all she had inside her, she straightened her back and walked with confidence into the office. The secretary gave her a bright smile.

“Good morning. Can I help you?”

“Yes. I’m Sara Mason, I have an appointment with Mr. Bateman this morning.”

“Of course Miss Mason. Mr. Bateman has been expecting you, please take a seat and I will let him know that you’re here.” Sara returned her kind smile and sat to wait. Her heart pounding, and stomach churning.

“Miss Mason, you may go in now.” She almost leapt to her feet. It had all come down to this moment, was she ready for it? She had to be.

The man behind the desk met her with a cheerful grin, stepping out to shake her hand and introduce himself.

“Good morning Miss Mason, I’m Robert Bateman. It’s nice to meet you at last. Please take a seat.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Bateman.” She met his eyes for just a moment, and for some reason found herself blushing. They had talked many times on the phone, but she had never assumed he would be so handsome. It gave her a rush she had not expected, and was a little uncomfortable with. She watched him walk around his desk and ease into the high-backed leather chair. He had a stunning physic, tall and well built. His shoulder length dark hair was pulled tight to the back of his head, and his dark brown eyes glistened with a life all of their own. His smile was magnetic, and she found herself staring.

“I read all your manuscripts. I must say I am quite impressed with your writing technique. You have quite a future ahead of you.” She wasn’t sure what made her blush more. His compliment, or his smile.

“Well thank you. I enjoy writing.” She set the manuscript she was carrying on the desk, and at once his eyes went to the ample cleavage the manuscript had been concealing. Her flesh burned under his gaze, but she made no move to cover herself. She found the look in his eyes, the obvious desire he had for her, gave her an inner strength she didn’t know she had. She smiled back at him, confident.

“It shows in your work. I was hoping to offer you a contract this morning, but the paperwork isn’t finalized yet. Could I tempt you with dinner this evening, to discuss it further?” Her heart pounded. A contract. They wanted her books. She had never been so relieved in all her life, or so thrilled.

“Yes of course. I would like that.” She couldn’t stop smiling.

“Wonderful. Give my secretary the name of the hotel your staying in, and I will pick you up around, say, seven?” His smile was so hot. She could almost read his thoughts, and felt the heat growing inside her as well. He took her hand to shake it, and the intensity grew. He drew her close for a moment, almost whispering, “I’ll see you at seven.”

Sara was so excited she almost forgot to give the secretary the name of the hotel. Her hands shook a little as she wrote down the room number. Standing in the hall, waiting for the lift, she let go a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. When she stepped into the lift she was alone, and could contain her self no longer. She squealed like a child, jumping up and down, hugging herself tight and spinning on the spot, releasing some of the tension of the last few weeks. She stopped abruptly when the lift doors opened, and a very good-looking mailman stepped in. He gave her an acknowledging smile, and she had to suppress the urge to giggle, to do something outrageous.

All of a sudden she grabbed the unsuspecting mailman and kissed him hard on the mouth. At first he was a little shocked, but recovered quickly, pulling her hard against him, and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She felt so naughty, and so hot. His hands slid down over her ass and squeezed gently as their tongues danced between melting lips. The lift reached the lobby, and the doors opened. Sara released the dazzled postman and rushed out of the lift, turning to blow him one last kiss before she hurried out the door. The postmen deciding he didn’t mind his job so much after all.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk was like stepping into an alien world. She looked up and down the street, wondering what to do now. She had the rest of the day to herself, but bursa escort bayan was completely at a loss as to how to fill the day. Spotting a pay phone, she had an idea of what would make her day perfect. Dialing a number she knew all to well, her heart pounded in her chest. Damn. It was the machine again. She was tempted to leave a message, but that was not how she wanted their first meeting to start. Setting down the receiver, she caught site of a lingerie store across the street, and began feeling a little wicked.

The store was small, but well laid out, and an attractive blond with very long legs, and an extremely short skirt greeted her at the door. The top she wore was little more than a bra, and Sara had to wonder if those enormous breasts were real.

“Hi my name is Natasha, welcome to Madam Silk’s, could I be of assistance?” The woman voice was soft and rather sweet. Sara had never been attracted to women, but there was something about this woman that made her naughty mood even naughtier.

“Well, I’m not sure really. I thought I might have a look at something that was guaranteed to make a man drawl.” She gave Natasha a wicked grin. Natasha giggled in a way that made Sara’s pussy tingle.

“Oh, come this way. I have just the thing to make any man cream him pants.” Sara began to giggle at the thought of seeing Mr. Bateman cream him pants, and had the thought that she would rather he creamed on her face. Oh, she felt so wicked. So hot. She followed Natasha to the back of the store and her mouth fell open when she saw the ensemble Natasha was referring to. A tiny black bra that held the breasts up, but left the nipples exposed, and a matching g-string that was only strings. The stockings joined to a narrow suspender belt, leaving the top few inches of the thigh uncovered. What made the outfit more startling was that Natasha was wearing it. If only she could make it look that damn good.

The sight of the other woman’s body clad only in the extremely sexy attire was making Sara feel things she had never felt before. She could feel the tingling sensation in her pussy, and was a little embarrassed.

Natasha reached for the rack and took down a hot pink version of the outfit she was wearing in a smaller size, and handed it to Sara. Sara hesitated, and Natasha giggled.

“Oh come now, don’t tell me the Aussie girl is shy. Go try it on.” Sara bit her bottom lip in thought, then smiled sheepishly, taking the tiny garment and stepping into the dressing room. It didn’t look quite the same on her as it did on Natasha, the other woman being a full foot taller than she was, but it still looked stunning. As she appraised herself in the full-length mirror, Natasha pulled the curtain aside and stepped in.

“Mmmmmm, now that does look good. Standing behind Sara, she ran her hands around her middle and down over her crotch, leaning in close to whisper in her ear,

“So do Aussie girls taste as good down under as they look?” She was almost purring as she rubbed the length of her body up Sara’s back. Her hard nipples pressing against Sara’s well tanned skin. Sara moaned softly, the sensations in her aching pussy taking control of her thoughts, her body. She felt like a wonton whore, and she liked it. Lifting one foot up onto the chair, she gave the steamy Natasha batter access to her hot and wanting sex. Natasha wasted no time. She pulled the string aside and plunged her fingers deep into Sara’s wet hole. Her other hand teased and pinched Sara’s erect nipples, biting and kissing the side and back of her neck. Sara reached behind her to stroke and probe Natasha’s clean shaven pussy, while the other woman rubbed her thumb over her swollen clit, thrusting three long fingers in and out of her.

Sara could not believe how quick she became ready to climax. Natash turned her around, sitting her on the edge of the chair, then climbed between her wet thighs, burying her face in Sara’s luscious mound. Her tongue licked and teased, then dove deep into Sara’s pulsing hole as her body erupted in orgasm. Natasha moaned and lapped hungrily at the juices that flowed from Sara’s delicious hole. Licking her lips, she looked up at Sara,

“Mmmmmmm, you taste even better down under than I could have imagined.” She dropped her head for one more quick lick, then rose and left the cubicle. Sara sat breathless for a few moments, trying to absorb what just happened. She has just experienced the best climax of her life, and another woman gave it to her. “Damn” she thought, I never knew it could be so good. Her legs were still a little shaky as she dressed and headed for the cashier. A little breathless she handed over the item.

“I’ll take this one.” Natasha giggled and said, “I thought you might.”

Back at the motel room Sara threw the garment on the bed, grabbed her razor, and headed for the shower. Natasha’s cleaned shaven crotch looked much better in that string then hers did, and she aimed to fix that.

Shaved and naked, she stretched escort bursa out on the bed and reached for the phone. Her heart pounded as it began to ring.

“Hello” It was the voice of a young boy. Sara wondered if she had called the wrong number.

“Hello. May I speak to Mr. Carson please?” She was becoming so confused. James had never mentioned family, let alone children. She quickly prayed that this had been the wrong number.

“I’m sorry, Daddy isn’t home right now. Can I take a message?” Sara went numb. Daddy? Why hadn’t he told her?

“No, there’s no message. Thanks.” She set down the receiver. What the hell was going on? In the two and a half years they had been lovers on line he never once mentioned he had kids, and kids usually meant a wife. A million questions raced through her mind. How many other things had he neglected to tell her, or lied about? Anger and confusion threatened to take hold when the phone rang. It was the front desk

“Miss Mason, a package has arrived for you at the front desk, shall I send it up?” A package? Who in the world would be sending her a package?

“Yes, of course. Send it up.” She threw on her robe and waited for the knock on the door. The man from the front desk, Bradley she had discovered he was called, presented her with a dozen red roses. He gave he a wicked grin,

“It seems a certain gentleman knows how to treat a lady. Is he picking you up for dinner?” She raised her eyebrows at him and opened the card.

“Anticipating an enjoyable evening. Robert.” She blushed at the thought of the evening ahead of her. This was just what she needed to take her mind off James until she found out what was going on.

“Yes Bradley, he’s picking me up at seven.” He looked disappointed. But she could tell it was all show. “But I promise to be home by seven thirty.” His eyes lit up.

“You’re expecting your date to go that badly?” She smiled and winked,

“AM” giggling she closed the door before he could say another word. Putting the roses to her face she breathed deeply. She loved the sweet scent of fresh roses. She set them on the table and began to dress for dinner.

In the lobby of the motel was several computers set up for public Internet access. Sara intended meeting Robert in the lobby, not in her room, and since she was a little early, she decided to check her email. In the five days since she had check her account, there was over a dozen emails from James. She opened the first one,

“Baby I miss you, where are you tonight?” The second,

“Baby I love you so much, I can’t stand to be a day without you, please write back to me soon.” The third,

“Sara, my darling Sara. I am beginning to worry. Please let me know where you are.” All the other email were much the same. I love you. I need you. I miss you. Where are you? The last few were beginning to sound a little desperate. She clicked reply on the last entry.

“Dear James. Where am I? Well that is an interesting question. I am here, in California. Thought I would drop by and surprise you while I was doing business here. SURPRISE!!!!! Oh by the way, interesting answering machine you have there, ‘DADDY’S NOT HOME YET’ Don’t suppose you wanna explain that one to me? ” She added the name of the motel she was staying at, and hit send. Logging off, she went back to the lobby, bumping into Robert as he made his way to the lifts.

“Oh. There you are. Saving me some time?” He was obviously surprised to see her there, and gave her a playful smile. She giggled, blushing a little under the intensity of his eyes.

“I had to send a quick email to a friend, and I’m starved. If you had been late I was going to looking for a burger stand.” He laughed at her tease, taking her arm and leading her out to the waiting Limo.

The restaurant was elegant, and the food superb, but more than that, it was the company Sara was enjoying. All through dinner Robert kept her laughing and blushing, telling her jokes and making silly little comments and observations about others dining around them. After desert, the table was cleared, and it was time to get down to business. Robert produced a contract and handed it to Sara, saying he hoped it met with her approval. When Sara got to the bottom line, it more than met with her approval, she was stunned. It was twice what she had been hoping to get, with an option for another three books over the next three years. It was almost to good to believe and although she wanted to sign right away, common sense told her to read the fine print, and she asked if she could get back to him tomorrow with her answer. He seemed delighted, suggesting that dinner tomorrow night at the same time would be the perfect opportunity to discus it further. She smiled at the thought of spending another evening in his company, and accepted his invitation.

The evening was already very late when they returned to the car, but neither of them was ready to call it a night just yet. Robert helped her into the car, and stepping in beside her, leaned over and kissed her before she had a chance to move over. His kiss both surprised and delighted her, returning it with eagerness he had not expected, but seemed more than happy to expand upon.

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Jackie had returned home refreshed and exhilarated after a hiking weekend with her students. The whole experience had been rewarding for her and character building for the girls. It had been refreshing and interesting to spend so much time with them. She realised how quickly they were growing up now they were sixth-formers. She had tried to treat them as adults and she found it stimulating.

Now when she took the girls for hockey practice she was seeing them in a different light as if the weekend had opened her eyes. She noticed their curves as they changed into their kit, how their breasts were developing, how their bottoms had become that little bit more pert. They even seemed to walk with more of a swing of the hips than before. She checked herself one day when she found herself studying Samantha Harper in the changing rooms as she dressed for another session in the field. She had almost gone into a daydream as the girl pulled on her slightly too short hockey skirt, which just revealed the crease between her bum and the back of her legs. Sam had a perfect figure; long shapely legs; a firm bust and long, flowing blonde hair. Joanne Cole, a slightly mischievous student had noticed the teacher staring.

‘Hey Sammy, I reckon Miss Lovedon’s into you’.

‘Don’t be silly’, retorted Sam, Miss aint like that’.

‘Well she looked like she was giving you a good once over to me when you were getting changed’.

‘Nah, I don’t believe it’.

‘I’m telling you Sam, she was looking at you like those builders look at us when we walk to school.’

‘Still think you must be mistaken, Miss Lovedon aint a lezzer.’

Joanne shrugged her shoulders and the girls followed by Jackie trotted onto the hockey field for the game.

After about ten minutes there was a robust challenge between Sam and a somewhat chunky girl — Helen. Sam went tumbling over and cried out as she fell against her stick. Jackie ran over to see if she was OK. Sam was now lying prone, face upwards.

‘This is not rugby Helen, don’t go in like the cavalry on those tackles alright?’

The fat girl had a look on her face somewhere between triumph and contrition.

Jackie turned her attention to the injured party.

‘I think you’ll have a nasty bruise there that’s all’

She rubbed Sam’s leg gently, which was red and grazed. Her skin was soft like silk. She paused and looked the girl in the eye, who stared back and gulped. There was some spark at that moment, a feeling that Sam couldn’t understand. Jackie’s hand had strayed away from the grazed area and had involuntarily moved to the inner thigh, which she stroked tenderly.

Jackie became flushed and pulled her hand away. Sam got up, feeling a little awkward.

‘OK, I’ll be alright Miss thanks’.

She looked back towards her teacher with an uncertain smile as she ran back to her position.

After the game Sam thought about what Joanne had said to her. Could it be true that her tutor had the hots for her? She had no inclination of any sexual feelings towards her own gender, yet she didn’t feel disgusted by it. She had only been sexually active with guys for eight months anyway, but she was sure she was straight. Or she thought she was sure. She was shocked when Jackie had stroked her leg in the way she had. The thing is, it felt good and that confused her.

Jackie spent the afternoon at home preparing her dinner, her thoughts occupied by the events of the afternoon. Jackie had never been attracted by another girl, never mind one seven years her junior and one within her care at that. Her feelings concerned her, and she couldn’t quite come to terms with them. It was like she was on the beginning of a mystery journey. In one way she wanted to stop, but in another way couldn’t wait to see what was round the corner. For now she would be cool and just see what happened. However, she was only too aware of her responsibilities and duties as a teacher and realised that she couldn’t let any human frailties get in their way.

It was Friday morning and Jackie was ready for the weekend. She had no hockey training till the following week and so wouldn’t have any need to come into contact with Sam. Perhaps that was not a bad thing, it would give her time to stand back and think it through. Perhaps she would ring her friend Stephen in the evening and ask his opinion. She knew he was one she could confide in and had been there for her in the past when her marriage broke up.

Her intentions to let things cool though, didn’t quite work out. She was in her study mid morning picking the following week’s netball team for the home match when there was a knock on the door.

‘Yes’.

The door opened. It was Sam.

‘Oh hi Sam, how’s the leg? This is bursa escort a surprise what can I do for you?’

‘It’s fine Miss, just a bit sore. Miss Ferguson asked me to bring you this, you left it in the staff room.’

Sam handed Jackie a small book. It was about diet and fitness. The tutor did not want to get too chatty with her student. She was still troubled from the previous day, but now here was the source of her problems standing before her. Sam’s blonde hair caught the light from the study window and her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Jackie was suddenly mesmerised by the girl’s radiance. There was an awkward silence as both wondered what to say next.

‘Sorry Sam, I’m so busy I was miles away. Thanks. I was reading it earlier and must have left it behind.’

Sam could have just left but felt the urge to stay. She was suddenly fascinated by her Games Teacher and wanted to get some more evidence for Joanne’s claims that Miss Lovedon was into her. Jackie was herself an attractive woman. Nearly 25, she had just past shoulder-length brunette hair, with brown-green eyes and a fair complexion. She was not as tall as many of the girls and was certainly two inches shorter than Sam.

‘Miss Lovedon, I’ve been thinking, I’d quite like to get into PE when I leave in the summer, would I need to do lots of theory?’

‘Oh that’s nice to hear. Yes you bet. There’s three years of books and studying. It’s not just a question of playing games, you’ve got all the stuff on diet, physiology, sports science. It’s come on in the last few years too. That’s what this book’s for so I can keep up to date on the latest ideas’.

Then Sam took a chance. She rubbed her leg and winced.

‘Is it still sore?’ asked Jackie.

‘Yes Miss, I hope it’s alright. What do you think, should it be that colour?’

‘I’ll have a quick look if you like?’.

Jackie’s face flushed as soon as the words left her lips. They were not on the sports field now. Sam was wearing her uniform and her grey, pleated skirt finished half way up her thighs, but still a few inches below the graze.

‘OK Miss’.

Sam stepped towards where Jackie was sitting and lifted up the hem of her skirt. She deliberately lifted it up unnecessarily high, so that as well as revealing her legs, from where Jackie was sitting she could see the bottom of the ‘V’ of her panties.

The tutor looked at the graze, which was bruised red and blue. She put her hand on the girl’s leg and stroked the affected area. Her flesh was soft and warm. Jackie stared at the girl’s white panties and could see the cleft of her pussy lips pressing against them. Without thinking, her hand strayed up the inside of Sam’s leg until it became trapped between the top of her thighs, which were hot to the touch.

Sam knew her tutor had no need to put her hand where she had, but rather than feeling shocked or scared, she found she liked it and parted her legs slightly and pulled up her skirt a little further.

‘Will it leave a scar Miss?’

Jackie was suddenly shocked and pulled her hand away, feeling she had been led into an indiscretion. She was red with embarrassment.

‘I’m sorry Sam, I wasn’t thinking’.

‘It’s OK Miss I liked it. I don’t know why I liked it but I did. Do you like me Miss?’

‘You know I like you Sam’.

‘Yes, but I mean really like me’.

Jackie wasn’t quite sure what to say. She liked Sam, in fact she suddenly felt an amazing craving for her young body. She stood up and looked Sam in the eye.

‘I guess you know then’, said the teacher.

She had been fighting with her emotions but now felt things were out of her control and knew she had no way of resisting them.

‘We can’t stay here, but I think we need to talk.’

‘I could meet you in Ormond Park tomorrow if you like’, suggested Sam. ‘We could have a picnic by the river and chat.’

Sam now knew her tutor fancied her, but unlike Jackie she was not wrestling with any emotions or feelings of doubt. She would take the initiative and see where it led.

Jackie was surprised by this forward suggestion, but felt it was too tempting to turn down.

‘I’m not sure Sam, but it’s a nice idea, I guess it can’t do any harm. Where would we meet?’

‘By the swan statue at 11? I’ll tell my Mum I’m meeting one of the girls and she’ll do some sandwiches and cake. I’ll sneak a bottle of wine from the cellar too.’

Jackie suddenly felt this was not such a good idea but the horse was out of the stable now and she felt there was no going back.

‘OK Sam. Tomorrow at 11 by the Swan’.

The next morning Sam was full of anticipation. She had sneaked down early to get the white wine and hid it in her rucksack along with the food her mother had bursa escort bayan prepared for her picnic. She didn’t know what to expect or how things might turn out and it was that not knowing, which she found most exciting.

Jackie on the other hand was juggling with her emotions and felt a mixture of excitement and a little trepidation. She didn’t really understand how things had got to this point but felt that something had been awakened in her. She felt she was still straight but knew for sure that she was very into Sam. Maybe it was because she was so hot with her gorgeous athletic figure and angelic features. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she wasn’t one of the girls. Was she ready to cross that line? She was aware that her friend Stephen had done so with apparent impunity, but maybe he had been lucky. She would have liked to have discussed her predicament with him but felt she wanted to keep it to herself. If she was to have an affair with one of her students it would need to stay private. It was 10:40 and Jackie set out for the park.

She was a couple of minutes late. Sam was there already wearing a pink tie-up shoulder strap top and a white skirt, with fishtail hem. Where she stood a ray of sun shone through the trees, illuminating her lovely long legs. Jackie’s heart began to beat faster as she approached the girl.

‘Hi Sam, sorry I’m late, I misjudged how far it was.’

‘That’s alright Miss, I’ve only been here a few minutes. You look different not in your tracksuit Miss.’

‘Oh how?’

‘I don’t know sort of younger’.

‘Oh OK thanks. Bye the way it’s OK for you to call me Jackie out of school’.

‘Jackie it is — OK’.

‘Where shall we go then Sam?’

I know a nice area by the river under a big Weeping Willow, it’s nice and quiet there. I’ve sat there before and watched fish jump from the water; it’s cool’.

The girls walked along the sandy paths towards the river. It was a fresh but warm spring day. Birds were singing everywhere and little flurries of pink and white blossom fluttered in the breeze. Some had formed pastel carpets on the path.

‘It’s this way Jackie, down that slope, you see it’s really secluded there’.

‘Yes that looks nice and private’.

Jackie wondered why she had said private, but she knew she didn’t want to be disturbed. She felt an intense closeness to Sam, which was growing by the minute.

‘You seem very mature out of school, I wouldn’t have guessed you were in sixth form if I saw you out.’

‘Maybe it’s being out of uniform. I hate wearing it, I feel stifled. I like to be able to express myself.’

‘I know what you mean Sam but it’s the policy and I kind of understand it. It’s about discipline.’

‘What have you got in the rucksack?’ Asked Jackie, changing the subject abruptly.

Sam opened the bag and pulled out a cooler packet.

‘I’ve got the wine in here, and I’ve got some cheese and beetroot sandwiches and some cup cakes.’

‘How did you know I liked cheese and beetroot!?’

Sam beamed a big smile.

‘I didn’t, there my favourite too, so you just got lucky’.

The girls ate their picnic, drank some wine and chatted about life and holidays.

Jackie was wearing a short blue denim skirt and a light blue blouse. After she had eaten she stood up to bat the crumbs from her lap. She stood just inches from Sam and the younger girl leant back on her palms and could just see up her tutor’s skirt. Sam moved to a kneeling position. Looking up at Jackie, she placed a hand on her leg and gradually slid it upwards.

‘It was nice when you did this Miss — sorry — Jackie, do you like it too?’

Jackie felt a rush of excitement and uncertainty, but the wine had lowered her inhibitions. She took Sam’s hand and guided it further up until her student’s index finger was resting against the black silk of her panties.

‘It’s lovely Sam, you’ve got the lightest of touch.’

The younger girl took this as a green light and now wanted to explore her sexuality. She pushed her fingers against the fabric and rubbed the labia, which were already slightly puffy at being touched in this way. Sam rubbed rhythmically against her pussy. Her fingers suddenly pushed past the fabric and into Jackie’s rapidly moistening quim.

Sam stopped and looked up.

‘I’ve never done this before Jackie’.

Jackie knelt down beside Sam and stroked her beautifully long blonde hair.

‘You’re so beautiful Sam, I want to kiss you.’

Now it was Sam’s turn to feel nervous. She licked her lips.

‘Yes, please kiss me’.

They both closed their eyes, Jackie gently stroking the girl’s hair as their lips met. It was a soft and gentle smooch. This was like nothing either had experienced before. escort bursa They were in heaven. They parted briefly and stared into each other’s eyes. The next kiss, began slowly, but quickly became more passionate as Jackie let her tongue delve into Sam’s mouth, the student responding instantly.

Without disengaging from the kiss Sam put her hand down to Jackie’s blouse and began fondling her breasts. She was wearing a soft, low cut bra. The two girls were now breathless as the kiss became hotter and hotter, each girl feeling uncontrolled waves of desire. Sam was the first to break for air. Her young face was flushed pink and she was trembling.

‘I want you Miss.’

Jackie put her hand on Sam’s skirt and traced her hand inside and up her leg, making a B-line for her panties. Sam stood up. Lifting her skirt a little she pulled her panties down and threw them on the grass. With Jackie still kneeling, Sam walked up to her tutor and stood with her pussy level with Jackie’s face. Jackie studied her lips, which had a fine border of golden hair. Sam had a divine, clean scent and without any hesitation Jackie pushed her face into her pussy and rolled her tongue over her clitty and along the inner labia.

Sam let out a little squeal of pleasure and put her hands around Jackie’s head pushing her against her ever moistening pudenda.

‘Oh Jackie, oh Miss Lovedon! That’s beautiful, oh aah!

Sam stood there, her young body quivering and covered with goose bumps as her Games Mistress turned lover, gave her the best orgasm of her life…

It was Monday morning and the bright, sunny weather of the weekend had been replaced by drizzle and grey clouds. It was typical Monday weather as Sam made her way to college, still on a high from the events of Saturday morning. She was full of sexual exuberance and for her this was part of her right of passage. She had tried it with guys and now she had been with a girl. She felt good about herself. She knew she was beautiful and sexy. She felt powerful.

She made a detour on her first break in the hope of bumping into Jackie. Jackie was alone in the gymnasium setting up some hurdles for indoor practise as the rain had become torrential making it pointless to train outside.

Sam pushed open the swing doors and entered the gym. She hated the smell of the place. It had a sweaty, rubbery smell and she turned her nose up.

Jackie looked up and smiled broadly.

‘Sam! Didn’t expect to see you here, is everything OK?’

‘Yes Miss Lovedon’.

Sam gave a wry smile and winked at the tutor.

‘I just wanted to see how you felt after Saturday. No regrets? You seemed happy when we parted’.

‘I am happy Sam, but we have to keep this out of school. I think we should cool it. If we let our feelings spill into here there could be problems for both of us, but mainly for me. You know I could get into big trouble. Many people don’t see the different shades that exist in the real world and they would say, “tutor plus student equals abuse”‘.

‘Abuse! That’s stupid you haven’t abused me, I’m eighteen!’

‘I know, I know, but the law’s not flexible on these things. We have to be careful’.

‘I think a lot of you Miss, I wouldn’t let them hurt you’.

‘Thank you Sam, that’s lovely. I have to crack on now, I’ll see you tomorrow for training’.

Sam looked a little deflated.

‘When will I see you again properly?’

‘Erm, I’m not sure.’

‘Oh, you do want to see me again?’ said Sam apprehensively.

‘Of course I do’, replied Jackie but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.’

‘WHY!!!’ she screamed, ‘I love you Miss!’

‘Sam, for heaven’s sake!’

‘I’m sorry’, said Sam soto voce.

‘Please don’t just leave things like this, I love you.’

‘It was wonderful on Saturday, the best sex, I’ve ever had, but you have to see sooner or later someone will find out and I’ll get the sack and probably nicked!’

Tears began to roll down Sam’s cheeks.

‘Oh Sam come here darling’.

The tutor hugged her charge, not knowing what to do. The girl was sobbing uncontrollably. For a while Jackie just held her tight.

‘Sam, Sammy, listen please.’

The girl rubbed her eyes and sniffed.

‘What?’

‘Please try to understand, what we’ve done isn’t wrong, but it can’t go on like this. You’ve got your exams soon. It’s April now and you leave in June. You will be nineteen and free. Can you wait two months? I want you to get good marks. The day you leave this place I want you to burn your uniform and give me a call. Is that a deal?’

‘Really?’

‘Really. I want you too, but it can’t be here, not now. Once you’re not my student, well that’s different.’

‘Oh Jackie! I mean Miss Lovedon.’

The two giggled loudly. Suddenly there were more girls’ voices in the corridor and they curtailed their embrace.

‘June?’

‘June!’

Sam smiled a broad smile and walked out into the rain a happy young woman.

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