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Lieutenant Anderson had just gotten his dick buried inside Lieutenant Hendrick’s hole in the shuttered bedroom they shared at one end of the barracks in the Fort Bent stockade when they heard the sentries put up an “Open the gates!” cry.

They were supposed to be taking a siesta, along with every other soldier not on guard duty, to avoid the blazing early-afternoon sun in the southeastern quadrant of the New Mexico territory. Instead, George Anderson and Bob Hendrick had, as they often enjoyed doing during siesta and also at night, wrestled heartily on Bob’s bed for ascendance, both knowing that it would be George fucking Bob but wrestling for who would be on top when that was happening. George was crouched over Bob, who was on his knees, his chest flat on the rough-textured khaki woolen army blanket, with his arm pulled painfully across his back and George working his cock inside him.

At the cries from the sentries, though, both sprang off the bed instantly and were pulling on their skivvies so as not to raise questions about what they might be doing other than taking a siesta.

“One of us should be in uniform,” Lieutenant Hendrick said. “We shouldn’t both go out in our skivvies.”

“You go ahead. I’ll dress,” Lieutenant Anderson said, as his lover popped out the door. The barracks already was nearly cleared of men.

It was a momentous occasion for a sentry to be calling for the opening of the gates. The stockade at Fort Bent had been under virtual siege from warpathing Apaches for over a week. The camp was new, put in place shortly after the Apache massacre at the Mescalero mission twenty miles to the east. The fort was being established to assure the settlers coming into what was territory claimed by the Apaches that they would be safe, but the assurances weren’t working. Settlers were either getting scalped or were pulling out in panic. And now the new fort itself was invested.

The Apaches weren’t sieging the fort within sight of the walls, but they were out there. And the last two supply trains were long overdue.

As Lieutenant Hendrick headed out into the dusty parade ground, he could only hope that the call for the gates to be opened meant a supply train of wagons from Fort Sumner, where Fort Bent’s captain had been trapped, unable to get back to his command, had gotten through.

When the gates were opened just long enough for someone to get through, though, it was just one wagon, and it was a civilian tinker, a single peddler in a wagon, whipping four horses, rather than a supply train. The gates slammed shut again immediately to the sound of the sentries firing from the walks at the top of the palisades. The tinker obviously had gotten here just ahead of an Apache war party.

He pulled the horses to a quick stop, the steeds rearing up, foaming at the mouth, all wild eyed, but obviously fully under the control of the big man now standing in the driver’s box of the wagon. He was tall and broad chested, dressed more like the Apaches than like the soldiers of the fort. He wore buckskins and had long, black hair, tied off in a ponytail with a leather band studded with turquoise beads. The buckskin trousers were tight across his thighs, a bulging codpiece laced up with leather strips centered at his crotch. The vest he was wearing was of buckskin as well, with turquoise beading descending both sides, which were laced together over his bare chest with leather strips. The vest didn’t come anywhere near to closing over his deeply tanned chest covered with curly black hair.

Despite the long, curly black hair, there was nothing feminine about him. He had a strong face, with piercing blue eyes and a curly black mustache and close-cropped beard. The vest was sleeveless and his biceps, encircled with beaded strips of leather, bulged.

“That was a close thing,” he boomed out, in English, but with a French accent. “Good thing someone plopped a fort here.” He laughed heartily at his own joke. If the man was at all frightened about just how close it had been for him, he didn’t show it. His voice was strong and steady.

Bob Hendrick had made it out onto the parade ground in his skivvies, but as soon as he saw the man in the wagon, which was piled high with trading goods, he stopped dead in his tracks and his jaw dropped.

The tinker’s eyes scanned the group of young milling soldiers who had been jerked out of their siesta by the most exciting event to occur here in weeks of virtual siege. When his eyes came to rest on Lieutenant Hendrick, his mouth turned up in a grin.

“Why, hello there, Bob,” he said. “You look like you’ve come dressed for a good fuck.”

“Jacques. Jacques Trebec,” Lieutenant Hendrick muttered. He saw that the tinker’s eyes had shifted down a bit, and he looked down and realized that all he was wearing were his underdrawers—and his cock was still hard from what the sentries’ shouts had called him away from. It had all happened in less than a couple of minutes.

Lieutenant Anderson came out of the barracks at that Ankara escort point, dressed in his uniform, but still strapping his sword belt on.

The tinker’s eyes shifted to the approaching Anderson. “Speaking of . . . who might your special friend be, Bob?”

“Jacques. What are you doing here?”

“Why I came for you, Bob,” the tinker answered. “Don’t you remember that I said I would? I came to save you.”

* * * *

Jacques Trebec joined the two lieutenants in the commandant’s office after Bob Hendrick returned to the officer’s room and dressed. The other men either resumed their sentry duties or returned to their siestas in the barracks after all had taken the opportunity of sizing up this bigger-than-life character who had dropped in on them.

“Where have you come from?” Anderson asked when the three men had settled down with tin cups of coffee. Hendrick wasn’t saying much of anything—and wasn’t looking at Trebec too often. Anderson had sized the tinker up, though, and correctly assessed him as competition—even with Hendrick—so he was sticking with business. He had come onto the parade ground early enough to have caught that there must be a history between Trebec and the other lieutenant, and he didn’t like it a bit. The man had a sensuality and assurance about him that Anderson, worn down by weeks of worry over the Apaches beyond the gates, didn’t feel up to competing with.

“From Fort Sumner,” the French Canadian answered.

“Any indication they know what we’re facing here?”

“They know two wagon trains didn’t come back from supply trips to here or two other small forts. They know there must be trouble with the Apaches. They don’t seem to know where exactly the trouble is, though.”

“The two wagon trains . . .”

“I saw evidence of both on my way here. Both picked clean. No survivors that I saw.”

“But you saw—”

“Yes, I could tell it was Apaches who wiped them out. The arrows were Apache and they had taken scalps. Got them real riled up, you do, bringing in settlers to what was supposed to be open range the army had told them they’d be free on. Their view is that the whole region is theirs.”

The three sat there, drinking coffee. Trebec was looking hard at Hendrick. Hendrick knew he was but still wasn’t saying anything or looking in Trebec’s direction unless he thought the tinker wasn’t looking at him. But Trebec’s gaze remained on him.

“Have any foodstuffs in that wagon of yours—or ammunition?” Anderson asked, trying to avoid an argument with the tinker over who had the right to be here—he was just a soldier, doing the job he was assigned to do.

“Not much,” Trebec answered. “Not enough to extend whatever you have for more than a few days. How many soldiers you got here? I didn’t see many comin’ out for my arrival.”

“Fifteen, including Bob and me,” Anderson answered.

“Not many. If the Apaches knew . . .”

“We’re doing what we can to keep them from knowing.”

They were silent for several minutes, each lost to his own thoughts. Anderson was thinking of their predicament. Hendrick was thinking of the last time he’d been fucked by Trebec. Trebec was thinking of both.

“You’re gonna have to try to get word to Sumner,” Trebec said at last, in a low voice. “They know there’s trouble, but they don’t know that it’s here. For all they know, you were supplied and the wagon trains ran into trouble farther down the line.”

“I know,” Anderson said. “I’ve been thinking we need to try to get word to them for a couple of days now. I’ll go pick out a couple of men. I’m senior here. I’ll be the one to make the try.”

“No, George, you can’t,” Bob Hendrick said, suddenly coming awake and pulling at Anderson’s arm as George stood from the table. “You can’t make it. I’m a better horseman. Sorry to have to say it, but I am. I’ll go.”

“I’m senior, Bob,” Anderson said in a quiet, but determined, voice. “I’ll be the one going. I’d be called out to give up my bars if I didn’t.” He stepped away from the table and walked out of the room.

Bob couldn’t argue with that. He knew he’d have been expected to do the same if he were senior.

That left Trebec and Hendrick, alone.

“Why are you here, Jacques?” Bob asked.

“I told you. I came for you. I got in here through the Apaches. I can get you out. Only some of them are warpathing. I supply them. I have a better chance of getting you out of here, hidden under my wares, than you do on a horse in that uniform.”

“You know I can’t do that. I have responsibilities here.”

“Find us someplace private for a hour, and I’ll convince you otherwise.”

“I can’t, Jacques. We can’t.”

“That other lieutenant’s fucking you now, isn’t he?”

Bob didn’t answer.

“Well, he’s getting ready to break out of here. Even if he’s successful, it will be nearly a week before he can get back here with relief forces. You’ll be here without him. But I’ll be here. Have you ever gone a week without a man between your thighs?—since you Ankara escort bayan had your first man?”

“You were my first man, Jacques.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. When I was fucking you, you couldn’t get it often enough.”

“We can’t. I can’t.”

“I think you will. But even if you don’t, I don’t go that long. Either sleep under me while your lieutenant is gone or stand back when I take my choice of the dozen young men who will be left here and who will have me. I saw some of them looking me over. They’re sex starved. There are plenty here who will lie under me, I’ll wager.”

“You wouldn’t.”

But he did, as Hendrick discovered that night, after Anderson and two young privates had ridden out, saying they’d split up and find separate ways to Sumner, with the hope that at least one of them would get through.

Lieutenant Hendrick was making the rounds of the sentry posts before turning in. He heard them in the guardroom next to the gate as he came to the doorway. Trebec was fucking one of the young privates, standing, against the wall. The private’s uniform was on the dirt floor. Trebec was clothed as he had been earlier. Hendrick well knew, though, the utility of that drop-down codpiece in the French Canadian’s buckskin trousers. The private’s back was to the wall and his naked arms were around Trebec’s neck and his naked legs hooked on Trebec’s hips. Trebec was fucking him with vigorous strokes while the young private groaned and moaned.

Hendrick was about to intervene, but then he thought, what the hell, the young man was enjoying himself; Trebec wasn’t forcing him. Bob knew of the pleasures Trebec gave with that thick, long cock of his. It could be the last pleasure in the young man’s life. Besides, the tinker had declared what he’d do if Hendrick didn’t lie with him. Bob wanted to, of course, but he just couldn’t do that to George while George was out there in peril.

He turned and went back to the officers’ room, locked the door behind him, stripped, and lay down on the bed. He went to sleep masturbating himself while thinking of all the things Trebec had done to him when they last were together in St. Louis, and wondering how long he could hold out against Trebec being between his thighs again.

* * * *

Lieutenant Hendrick woke up very late the next morning, roused by the bugle call for breakfast. He rose, pissed in the pot by the bureau, dressed, and opened the door into the barracks.

His view was accosted by two muscular bare legs wrapped around a pair of buttocks clothed in buckskin. Trebec was fucking one of the privates on the end of one of the beds in the barracks. He was standing on the ground, crouched over the youngest of the soldiers, a redhead. The French Canadian was taking the young man in the missionary position in long strokes. He was holding the private’s arms over his head and spread, with his fists grasping the young man’s wrists. The private’s head was turned to the side and he stared at Bob with glazed eyes and a look of rapture on his face as the lieutenant just walked by them and out of the barracks.

Hendrick had caught Anderson fucking the redhead on occasion, so Bob both felt that the young man was getting what he wanted and that Hendrick didn’t care to save him from anything. It also was obvious that the private didn’t care if Hendrick knew he was being fucked. Discipline was breaking down as the realization built on how hopeless their position here was. Bob remembered that the missionary position was one of Trebec’s favorites. He just looked away and marched on, out of the barracks.

Not long after breakfast a shout went up from the palisades over the gate and all ran up the ladders. Those who had rifles at hand carried them with them. The lieutenant was one of the last ones on the wall. Trebec was close behind. The redheaded private, pulling on his skivvies, hobbled out to the porch of the barracks. Seeing him, Bob wasn’t surprised to see him hobbling. Few were able to walk a straight line after Jacques had fucked them.

What was to be seen from the wall was a horror. The body of one of the privates who had gone out with Lieutenant Anderson was lying on the ground in front of the gate, his body shafted with several arrows. He had been scalped.

Worse, in the distance they could see Lieutenant Anderson himself, naked, staked out, on his back, on a boulder. His arms and legs were spread and his wrists and ankles were bound to stakes. An arrow shaft protruded from his shoulder, but he still appeared to be alive, if barely. An Apache brave was crouched between his legs and was fucking him. Another one was above his head, taking the first slice of scalping him alive.

With a sob, Hendrick grabbed a rifle out of a shocked private’s hands. But Jacques Trebec was faster. A rifle shot rang out and all could see Anderson’s head exploded. Hendrick started firing off shots immediately thereafter, but the Apaches had already disappeared on the other side of the boulder.

“You shot Escort Ankara him. You shot George,” Hendrick cried out as he turned to Trebec.

“He was already a dead man,” Jacques answered in a low, calm voice.

“You could have shot one or both of the Apaches.”

“It would have only prolonged his agony,” Jacques answered “He already was being scalped. It’s a shame your shots weren’t truer. But I went for the man who needed it most.” He stepped forward and embraced, Bob, taking the rifle out of his grip and handing it back to one of the soldiers.

Hendrick was shaking and close to sobbing.

“Come, man. Come with me. You don’t want your men to see you break down.”

“No,” Bob muttered, not himself knowing if he was refusing to go with Jacques or if he was agreeing that the men shouldn’t see him break down. Jacques decided for him. He turned Bob and nearly carried him back down the ladder to and then across the parade field, through the barracks, and into the officers’ room. Bob meekly allowed himself to be led.

The lieutenant just stood there after the tinker had closed and locked the door and stripped Bob’s uniform off him. Bob didn’t help him but he didn’t try to hinder him either.

Trebec sat Bob on the foot of his bed and then gently pushed on his chest. Bob laid back and just stared up at Jacques, as the French Canadian unlaced his codpiece and let his huge cock flop out. Bob remained watching him as Jacques pushed his thighs apart and moved between them while he was working his cock up.

“Now,” the tinker murmured, “like before. Like in St. Louis. You remember, I know.”

As he did in St. Louis when Jacques missionary fucked him, Bob raised his ankles to Trebec’s shoulders and his arms toward Trebec, for the tinker to grab his wrists and force Bob’s arms out and over his head as Trebec lowered his body on him. Bob rolled his pelvis up, helping the man’s cock to find his entrance, and he arched his back and drew in his breath, not exhaling again until Trebec had slid deep inside him, where he held, his eyes capturing Bob’s.

“Please, we can’t,” Bob murmured.

“We are. I’m inside you. You think I’m not going to fuck you now? Remember St. Louis. It will be like St. Louis.”

“It’s been so long,” the lieutenant whispered.

“Yes it has,” the tinker answered. “You always were the best. Worth savin’.”

And then Bob was panting and writhing and babbling who knew what as Jacques began to pump him hard and fast, giving no mercy, knowing that Bob wanted none. Bob’s pelvis involuntarily went into motion. He was moving it in answer to Jacques’ stroking, and he was making his channel muscles ripple over Jacques’ cock as he had learned back in St. Louis that the French Canadian loved—as he did for no one else but Jacques.

Jacques went wild with his cock. Pounding, pounding, pounding. This was nothing like Bob had observed when the tinker was fucking the two privates. This was serious fucking. And panting and groaning, Bob was giving as good as he was getting. This was being fucked. This was more, far more, than George had been giving him. Never, since, St. Louis, had Bob been fucked like this.

Jacques let loose of his wrists, and Bob grabbed the sides of Jacques’ massive chest under the vest and crawled up the man’s torso, tearing the lacings out of the buckskin vest with his teeth, licking his way up the hair trail of the sternum to bury his lips and teeth in Jacques’ nipples and then on up to Trebec’s bruising mouth, as the French Canadian lifted him from the bed, went into a crouch with Bob wrapping his legs around the man’s waist, and pounded away.

With a cry, Bob lost the hold with his hands and arched back, his shoulder blades resting on the ground, and his arms stretched out, fists digging in the dirt of the flooring. Trebec continued pounding away down into him with his cock.

Bob ejaculated up Jacques’ belly, but the tinker just kept pounding away, demanding another round of cum from the soldier.

It was St. Louis all over again. Intense, prolonged, no mercy. Total mastering. Demanding more than one ejaculation from Hendrick.

When the French Canadian was finished, he lifted Bob’s body and let it fall back onto the bed, stood up and away from Hendrick, and only then undressed. His deeply tanned body was as magnificent as always. Heavily muscular, the cock and balls massive and hanging low, perhaps a scar or two more than Hendrick had remembered from the previous year in St. Louis.

He avoided disturbing the slick of Hendrick’s cum on his belly, leaving the evidence that the soldier had come twice before Jacques was finished.

“Just like St. Louis,” Jacques muttered. “You were the best lay then. Still are. Well worth the trip across Apache land.”

When he was naked, Jacques stood over Bob, panting until he was fully in control of himself again. He went over and stretched down on his back on George Anderson’s bed and Bob heard him breathing deeply, recovering, slow stroking his own cock. After fifteen minutes, during which Bob lay as he was placed on his own bed, Jacques raised his torso, facing Bob, and propped his head up on his elbow. He gave the lieutenant an expectant look. He was in erection again. “Come here.”

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Please note: Although no incestuous contact occurs in this story, it does contain incestuous themes.

*****

Cole and I had been living together for about 6 months. After that first weekend fuckathon we hadn’t spent a night apart. I had moved into his place and we considered ourselves an established couple. I’d told my folks about him during our weekly phone calls and they were anxious to meet him.

The weekend before Thanksgiving that year we were sitting in our living room, me reading a magazine while Cole read a book. The phone rang and when I answered it was my dad.

“Hey, Bud, I’m calling to see if you and Cole are going to make it up here for the holiday.” he said.

“It’s all set, we got extra days off at the foundry so that we can spend some time with you two.” I replied.

“That’s a relief, we were afraid you couldn’t make it.”

I heard him turn and relay the message to my mom and then she got on the phone. We talked for a minute and then she asked to speak to Cole. I was surprised, they’d never really talked before, and he’d always spoken with my dad.

I handed him the phone and I could hear both sides of the conversation by standing up close to him.

“Yes, Ma’am, this is Cole.” he said.

“I wanted to make sure that you know you’re welcome to come with Bud and spend the holiday with us.” she said.

“He told me, Ma’am, and I do appreciate the invitation. I don’t have any family to speak of, myself.”

“Well, I’m expecting you to make yourself right at home.” she replied. “I do need to ask you one thing, though.”

“What would that be, Ma’am?” he asked, looking quizzically at me.

“Are you and my son having a sexual relationship?” she asked.

I could hear my father groan in the background and most of the color drained from Cole’s face. That wasn’t something that you talked about in polite company at the time, especially with your boyfriend’s mom.

He audibly swallowed and said, “Well, yes Ma’am, we are.”

“That’s all I needed to know.” she said. “Thank you for telling me. I wasn’t sure if I should make up the big double bed in the guest room or the singles in Bud’s old room. The guest room is a lot more comfortable and I wouldn’t want to separate the two of you.”

Cole was smiling, relieved, and my mom then said, “Put that son of mine back on the line.”

When I was again holding the receiver she said, “I like that young man’s manners. And he has a very nice voice. I can’t wait to meet him. What time will you be getting here?”

“We’re heading out early morning, two days before Thanksgiving.” I said. “I don’t expect there will be much traffic so we should pull in early afternoon. Can we bring you anything?”

“Just your big old selves.” my mom said. “I can’t wait to have the two of you home and safe under my roof.”

* * * * * *

Cole and I pulled into my parents’ driveway at just after noon on the appointed day. Before the car had even stopped, my dad was out on the porch to greet us.

“Is that your dad?” Cole asked.

“It sure is.” I said and hurried toward him as he came down the steps.

Daddy grabbed me and hugged me so hard that I lost my breath, and then he kissed the side of my face and said, “I’m so glad to see you I could spit.”

While daddy hugged me, Cole got out of the car and came up to us. Daddy let me free and turned to Cole, then wrapped him in a bear hug, too, while kissing his cheek. When he had squeezed him enough, he held him out to arm’s length.

“You must be the famous Cole I keep hearing about.” daddy said. “My son forgot to mention how damned handsome you are.”

“I could say the same thing.” Cole replied. “It’s easy to see where that boy got his looks. It’s a good thing I didn’t meet the daddy before the son or I might have tried to break up your marriage.”

“It’s not nice to tease an old man.” daddy said but I could see he was pleased.

While we talked, my mom came out onto the porch. I could tell immediately something was wrong, in the time I’d been away she’d lost weight and she just looked peaked. As we walked toward the porch, Cole looked at me behind daddy’s back, cut his eyes at daddy and made a silent “Wow!” with his mouth.

When I hugged mom I could feel how thin she’d gotten, her bones even seemed to have shrunk.

She held my hand and said, “I’ve never been so happy to see anyone in my life. Introduce me to your friend here.”

I introduced Cole and she gave him a good hard once over.

“You two go on in, I want to talk to Cole for a minute.” she said.

With my heart sinking, I followed daddy into the house. We shut the door and both simultaneously glued our ear to the panels.

“I just want to know if you care about my boy.” mom said.

“Well, sure.” Cole replied. “He’s my best friend.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean do you CARE for my boy. You know what I’m asking.”

Cole was silent for a moment and then he said, “Since you ask, I’d have to say I’ve never cared for anybody as much as I do him. Ankara bayan escort I probably care more for him than I care about myself.”

“God bless you, you sweet man.” mom said and dad and I jumped to the other side of the room as she came through the door holding Cole by the hand.

When they were in the house, she turned and put her hand up to play with Cole’s blond curls.

“My son surely found himself a looker.” she said. “I can see why you caught his eye.”

“More like he caught my eye, truth be told.” Cole said.

“Well, you both look like a picture out of a magazine together. I feel like you just stopped in from Hollywood.” daddy said.

My mom suddenly realized that dad and I were standing there and she said, “Get on with you two big lunks. I’ve got a tray all ready in the kitchen and I think the two of you can manage to tote it in here.”

She still hadn’t let go of Cole’s hand and she pulled him toward the sofa in the living room saying, “You come in here and warm up and we’ll talk. You must be cold after that long drive.”

“I’m pretty cold after that long drive, too.” I said to daddy.

“Let your mama have her new toy.” he replied, ushering me into the kitchen.

When we returned to the living room, Cole and mom were sitting practically knee to knee, he on the sofa and she on the adjoining loveseat. She was holding both of his hands in her lap and they had their heads together, deep in conversation.

“I’m going to get jealous in just a minute,” I said.

“Oh, hush.” Cole replied. “You’ve had these folks all of your life, it’s my turn, now.”

We sat the tray down and they went back to their discussion. Daddy and I each poured ourselves a cup of coffee and when I walked over to the front window, he followed me.

“What’s the matter with mom?” I asked in a low voice. “She doesn’t look like herself.”

“That’s one of the reasons I wanted to see you.” dad whispered. “I’ll come and see you boys after she goes to sleep tonight.”

The rest of the day sped by. Mom insisted on showing Cole the family albums and Cole insisted on laughing at the pictures of what a gawky little kid I’d been. There was a picture of my dad in his army uniform when he was young and Cole said, “Now there’s a handsome heartbreaker if I ever saw one. I bet he had to beat the girls off of him with a stick.”

“I did the beating and you see who was the last girl standing. “mom said as dad blushed.

“All I had to do was pick the prettiest and the sweetest.” dad said. “The first time I laid eyes on your mother I said to myself, ‘I’m going to marry that girl!'”

Around 8 o’clock mom yawned and said, “All of this excitement has worn me out. I think I’ll make an early night of it.”

“I’ll think we’ll do the same thing.” Cole said. “Driving is harder than working.”

Mom went on to bed and dad showed us upstairs.

“I’ll be back in a little while.” he said before he left.

Cole and I stripped down to our briefs and sat in bed talking.

“So, you like my parents?” I asked.

“I wish I had grown up with parents like that.” he said. “And why didn’t you ever tell me that your daddy is a hunk?”

“I guess I just thought that I was the only one who thought so.” I replied.

I then told Cole the story that daddy had told me the night before I left town about how he had had a special male friend back during the war.

“It’s easy to see why.” Cole said. “That man still could turn heads at Hollywood and Vine.”

About an hour later, daddy knocked and came into the room. Cole and I were sitting in bed with the blankets around our waists, bare chested, and I saw daddy look us both over and smile.

Cole had a set of weights in the basement at home and he and I usually spent part of each evening working out with them. It had made a difference and we both looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Daddy sat on the edge of the bed by me and said, “You already noticed the difference in your mother. You know she’s always had a weak heart and I finally forced her to go to the doctor last week. It seems like it’s gotten a lot worse.”

“Is there anything we can do?” I asked.

“Her heart is just wearing out.” daddy said. “She just needs to rest and avoid excitement and the doctor said her heart could last for years. I just wanted to tell you in person instead of over the phone.”

“I’m glad you waited.” I told my dad. “It doesn’t seem so scary hearing it like this.”

Daddy leant over and kissed me goodnight, then did the same with Cole.

“You boys get some rest.” he said and got up to leave. He looked at us from the doorway and said, “Seeing the two of you there like that makes me wish I was twenty years younger and single. I’d jump right in there between the two of you.”

“You wouldn’t have to be any younger or more single for me to invite you in, either.” Cole said. “The only thing stopping me is I’m afraid your son would chop my head off if I made a play for his daddy.”

Daddy made a dismissive motion with Escort bayan Ankara his hand and shut the door behind him.

“And I might, too.” I told Cole. “That is, unless you let me watch the two of you.”

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardening cock.

“Now you’re getting me all excited.” he said. He slithered down under the covers and I could feel him pulling my briefs down and over my ankles.

“Maybe I’ll just pretend this is your daddy’s dick I’m sucking.” he said from under the blankets.

* * * * * *

The next morning Cole and I were up before anyone else in the household. Cole had worked as a grill cook for awhile and he was anxious to start breakfast for the folks. By the time daddy came downstairs he had whipped up pancakes, sausage and eggs. I made the coffee.

Mom came bustling in behind daddy.

“I don’t know how I could have slept so late.” she said and promptly took over. Everything was prepared so all she needed to do was fix us plates and nag us to eat more.

“I want you boys to come by the shop later today.” daddy said after he’d finished eating.

“I wondered how long you’d be able to stand it before you got your hands on those heads of hair.” mom said to him. “You chop Cole’s curls off and I’m going to lay into you with a two by four.”

“I guarantee I won’t cut them off. I’ll make them look even better. I know just how these boys should be cut.”

That’s how, later that morning, we found ourselves sitting in daddy’s shop. At first, the old timers were sort of cool but after daddy introduced Cole and said that he was staying over the holiday, they warmed up. I guess they were afraid they might get scalped.

I went first and daddy worked his magic. It was the best haircut I’d had since leaving town. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do with Cole and I wasn’t disappointed. He cut his hair high and tight on the sides while taking only a little off of the top. The contrast of the loose curls on top with the sleek sides made him look like someone in a movie.

While daddy was doing his finishing touches, I told them I’d wait outside in the air. I was leaning against the front of daddy’s shop when who should come out of the market next door but my old friend Troy. He visibly gulped when he saw me but then he walked up to me.

I heard the bell on daddy’s door jingle just as I said, “Hello, Troy.”

Cole stepped up next to me and he said, “Is this the famous Troy?”

He grabbed his head between his hands and was planting a sloppy kiss on Troy’s forehead, just as Marcy walked out of the next door shop.

“What are you doing to him?” she screeched.

“And this must be the dainty Marcy.” Cole said. “I was hoping I’d run into you two. You’re my two new favorite people and I wanted to thank you both.”

Troy and Marcy both looked at Cole as if he’d gone mad.

“If you two hadn’t been such ignorant assholes, Bud would probably never have left this town and I never would have met him. I’ve waited for a man like him all of my life and thanks to you two, I found him and I’m never letting him go.”

“We got married!” Marcy screeched, looking triumphant.

“Do tell.” Cole said. “Has Troy started coming home late every night, yet?”

You could tell by the look on both of their faces that Cole had guessed right.

“I hate to break it to you, hon, but your husband is late because he’s out looking for dick. If you hadn’t been such a crazy, vindictive bitch, he and Bud would have just carried on together. Now you’re never going to know who he’s getting fucked by.”

Troy had turned bright red and Marcy looked like a cobra that was about to attack.

“We’re going to have a baby!” she screeched.

“I’d put that on hold if I were you, sister. Divorces are a lot easier to get when no kids are involved. Besides, I bet you and he aren’t fucking nearly as much as you used to.”

Now Troy and Marcy were both bright red and I knew that Cole was right again. Before Marcy could do anymore of her screeching I heard the bell on daddy’s shop door again and he was standing between me and Cole.

“I see you’ve already met Bud’s friend Cole.” he said to Troy and Marcy as he wrapped an arm around each of us. “Isn’t he a handsome man? He and Bud look like a pair of movie stars together.”

He turned to me and said, “Your mom just called and she wants you two to bring home a pint of ice cream. She knows that apple pie is Cole’s favorite and she just took one out of the oven and she wants him home to eat it while it’s still warm.”

He turned back to Troy and Marcy and said, “My wife and I just dote on these boys. Having Cole join the family is like gaining another son, without all of the mess.”

He leant over and kissed Cole on the cheek, then did the same to me.

“It’s true.” I said. “I’m getting jealous because I think they love Cole as much as I do.”

Troy and Marcy alternately looked furious, sick in the stomach and just plain frustrated.

“You fellows hurry on home now and don’t Bayan escort Ankara keep mom waiting.” daddy said.

We squeezed past Troy and Marcy and went next door and bought a pint of ice cream, then walked back toward the house.

We were about halfway home when Cole said, “You love me, huh?”

I didn’t know what to say, I hadn’t meant to blurt that out.

“It’s okay, asshole, the feeling is mutual. I’m just glad to hear it.” Cole said.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.” I said.

“Me neither, so we’ll have to just roll with the punches. But nobody could ever come between us.” Cole said, and then he got a devilish grin. “Except maybe your daddy. All he’d have to do is give me the glad eye once and I’d be on my knees.”

I punched him, hard, on his bicep as we both laughed and then I said, “I’m going to be keeping my eye on you two. If I see you sneaking off together, I’m following.”

* * * * * *

That Thanksgiving was the best I’d ever had. My folks and Cole got on like a house on fire and we were both sad to leave and go back to work.

We had an interesting experience the week after Thanksgiving. Every Friday was payday and we all went up to the office to pick up our checks. Cole and I usually went together and this Friday we were alone in the office with the foundry owner.

“I see that you two have the same address on your checks.” he said.

“That’s right, we share an apartment.” I replied.

“Is it just the apartment or is there more than that between the two of you?” he asked.

I could feel Cole swelling with anger beside me and he said, “Since you asked and if it’s any of your business, yeah, there’s a whole lot more between us.”

The foundry owner grinned and said, “Calm down, son. I’m not asking just to be nosy.”

He sat back in the chair and said, “You’ve never met my friend Billy, have you? He used to work here years back but that was before your time. Anyway, that was how we met. We share a house together, now. He mainly stays home and takes care of all of the bookkeeping and paperwork while I run the shop.

Maybe you fellows would like to come over to dinner some night. We don’t get out much and it would be really nice to have some friends that we have something in common with.”

We not only went, we had a great time and made it a frequent event.

That Christmas we spent the holidays with my folks again and even Cole noticed the change in my mom. It was as if she was just slowly fading away. She looked like one of those spun glass figures, like she could shatter from a strong wind.

The call that I had been dreading and expecting came in the middle of the night in mid-May.

When I answered my daddy said, “Bud, your mother is gone.”

“How did it happen?” I asked.

“It was a blessing.” he said. “She just slipped away in her sleep. The doctor said she probably never even knew it when she left. I was lying beside her and she just stopped breathing, it was that fast.”

“Daddy, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Well, I need you now, son. I need you and Cole to come home.”

“As soon as I call my job we’ll be on the road. You just wait for us; we’ll be there this morning. I love you daddy.”

“And I love you, too. I need you with me.”

After I’d hung up I told Cole the news. He took it harder than me, it was the first time I’d ever seen him cry.

While we waited for a decent hour to call the foundry owner, I placed a call to my grandpa. Daddy’s father lived further east in West Virginia. He’d been a coal miner most of his life but now he was retired and living on a pension. He lived in a furnished room in a boarding house and when I called, the landlady was a real bitch until I told her it was an emergency.

When grandpa finally came on the line I told him what had happened.

“Who’s with my boy?” he asked. “Is he there all alone?”

“We’re leaving at sunup and we’ll be there in mid-morning.” I said. “It came as a complete surprise.”

“You tell my boy I’ll be there as soon as can be. I need to find a way; I got rid of my old car. But I’ll be there come hell or high water. You said we. Is your boyfriend coming with you?”

“Of course he is.” I said. I wasn’t really sure how grandpa would feel about that.

“He’ll be a comfort to your daddy.” grandpa said. “I’ve heard a lot about this boy and I look forward to meeting him.”

“We’ll see you there.” I said and hung up.

When I told the foundry owner what had happened there was no problem with me and Cole taking time off.

“Take a week and if you need more, just call and let me know. I’m sorry for your loss.” he said.

It wasn’t quite light when we hit the road and it seemed like time moved slowly as molasses. After what seemed like days we finally pulled into daddy’s driveway.

Daddy was out the door and at the car before I could open the door. He wrapped his arms around me and said, “I’ll be alright now.” He opened one arm so that Cole could share the hug and said, “My two boys are just about the only thing I needed to get me through this.”

Cole and I were both crying and hugging daddy while covering his face with kisses until finally he said, “You boys stop now or you’ll have me bawling. Let me look at the two of you.”

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CAUTION: This is a story of a woman using a dildo to perform anal sex on a man. It is entirely consensual, and both parties enjoy it, but if this sort of thing disturbs you, I would suggest you not read it.

*

Jeremy smiled as he strode down the hall to Professor Dugan’s office, anticipating the fun they were going to have. The final exam in her class was the next day and he was on his way to earning the highest grade possible, besides having another great time. Three months ago, Jeremy never would have thought it possible, but having her fuck his ass with her strapon had already given him some of the most fun he had ever had with a woman, and he was really looking forward to that day’s session.

The sad part was that it would be the last one of the spring semester and, after that day, he would have to do without the incredible pleasure for over two months. He hoped to enroll in one of her classes in the fall, and enjoy another five months of having his ass getting regularly crammed by her, but it was still a long period of doing without.

Jeremy knocked on the door and entered when he was told to do so. The professor smiled at him and leaned back in her chair, thrusting her breasts against the thin material of her jersey. The garment might have been the same one as she had been wearing their first time together. “Hello, Jeremy,” she greeted him, and got up, bolted the door and walked over to stand in front of the sofa that stood against the wall.

“Hi, Dixie.” Jeremy had called her by that nickname during their sessions ever since their second time together. She had been leaning over him, her hands squeezing his shoulders and her succulent breasts mashed against his bare back. Jeremy was ecstatic, from her hard nipples scraping back and forth against his skin and, best of all, her big plastic cock driving smoothly in and out of his well-greased ass. He had whispered to her how good it felt, and addressed her as “Patsy”, which is her actual name, and the one she had suggested he call her when they were getting together in her office.

“Jeremy, why don’t you call me Dixie, when we’re in the office and I’m fucking you like we are now? That’s what my special friends call me, and I like to think you and I are becoming really special friends.” Jeremy didn’t know exactly what a “special friend” was, but he assumed it had something to do with her using her dildo in his ass, and he wanted that to continue regularly.

During their first session together, right after Jeremy had flunked the midterm exam, the professor asserted her authority and was demanding. She introduced him to the pleasure of her dildo in his ass and changed his grade, but she hardly even let him see her nakedness. During subsequent meetings, in which he fully cooperated and it was obvious they were both deriving immense pleasure, Dixie softened a great deal. She was still in charge, but their meetings had become more like trysts between lovers, each giving pleasure and receiving it.

With the door secure, he was ready to remove his clothing and kneel in front of the sofa in the usual way, but she stopped him. “Tomorrow is your final exam, and you’ve already got an A-plus, but this will be our last time together, and I want to make it special. It’ll be more fun for me and more fun for you too.”

“Sure, Dixie. What do you have in mind?” Whatever it was, Jeremy expected to enjoy it, and he wanted her to enjoy it just as much.

“Do you like to eat pussy?”

“I love it, especially with a really sexy woman. Like you.”

He had no need to flatter the professor, and he wasn’t. In class, she usually concealed the fact with clunky suits or floppy sweaters, but he knew Dixie had a great figure, with big, firm breasts, topped by large, dark brown nipples. Her waist was slightly plump, in a very sexy way, and her hips and ass flared alluringly. Besides her sexy body, Dixie’s face was quite pretty, with a generous mouth, clear skin, and big, brown eyes. In the classroom, she wore heavy glasses to look more professorial, and her dark brown hair was always tightly pinned up in a tight bun. When they were together in her office, however, the glasses disappeared and her hair fell across her shoulders in soft waves. All in all, she was one of the most attractive women he knew, at least in her private persona.

“That’s good, because my pussy is badly in need of being eaten.”

Dixie unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the zipper but stopped and stared at him when Jeremy didn’t also start undressing. He quickly took the hint and stripped off all his clothing. In little more than a minute, the professor and her favorite student were both naked, and she was lying on the sofa, her head resting on the arm and one foot on the floor, ready for him to go down on her.

Jeremy was not quite bold enough to kiss her face as he would have with a girl friend, but he was delighted to cup her succulent breasts in his hands to kiss and lick her nipples. They were already erect, and Ankara bayan escort the tiny bumps and ridges felt good on his tongue as he alternated between them, licking either one, a few strokes at a time. He also enjoyed Dixie’s murmurs of pleasure, so his tongue continued fondling her big nipples, until she started breathing faster, and said “That’s good. Now suck them.”

He drew one of her luscious breasts into his mouth and sucked, while his tongue continued caressing her areola and erect nipple. As Jeremy’s mouth moved back and forth between the lovely twins, Dixie’s upper body squirmed on the sofa, thrusting the succulent globes into his mouth. He continued with her delightful breasts until she was ready to have him move lower on her body.

“That’s great,” Dixie told him. “You really know how to use your mouth. But now it’s my pussy that needs you.” As she spoke, she pushed down on his shoulders until he ended up kneeling on the floor. Dixie sat up, spread her legs and slid to the edge of the sofa until he was between her thighs. She raised her legs and, when Jeremy moved forward, draped them over his shoulders.

This was the first time he had gotten such a close look at her pussy, and it was in keeping with the rest of her beauty. In the past, he had seen a dark brown triangle where her legs met, but now Jeremy could see that her pubic hair was not as thick or as dark as he had thought. Her slit was clearly visible, and it had been pushed open by her engorged inner lips as they blossomed and, at their apex, he could see her clit peeking out from its protective hood. Her brown hair framed the swollen dark pink of those inner lips and, between the labia was her love hole, shiny-wet pink with the delectable juices that were bubbling out.

The aroma of those juices drew him forward and he licked them off where they had trickled onto her crotch. They were as delicious as any he had ever tasted, and his tongue sluiced them off and into his mouth. When they had all been swallowed, he buried his face in Dixie’s beautiful and fragrant pussy and started licking one of her swollen inner lips. As good as her pussy had looked and smelled and tasted, the best part was the spongy feel of the lip against his tongue.

“Oooo, yeah, that feels good. Keep doing that; I love it” she urged him, looking down her body at his blonde hair and blue eyes. They were the only part of his face that was visible.

Jeremy was glad to keep doing that. Her pussy was one of the best he had ever eaten, and he took pride in the way that Dixie’s body responded to what he was doing. After his tongue had slowly cruised to the end of the inner lip, Jeremy briefly drew his head back. He saw that her clit had pushed its way out slightly more but it was still too early to concentrate there. He moved his face back to where he had started, devoured the fresh juices that Dixie had produced, and started licking her other lip. She didn’t say anything but, from the way she was moaning in pleasure and the way her pussy was squirming under his face, Jeremy knew that Dixie was really enjoying the gentle caresses of his tongue.

When he reached the end of the second lip, he looked up to see how she was reacting. Her eyes were closed and a blissful smile was spread across her face. Her head was rolling from side to side on the back of the sofa and her sexy body writhed from the intense pleasure she was getting, while her luscious breasts swayed enticingly.

“She’s getting ready to cum,” Jeremy said to himself, seeing the movements of her body and the way her clit had completely pushed its way clear of its protective hood. He wasn’t ready yet, though.

Before bringing the professor to her orgasm, Jeremy wanted to prolong their mutual pleasure even more. After feasting on all the nectar that had been produced, he started thrusting his tongue against the edges of her pink love hole, relishing the juices that spurted out. Alternating between the sides, he probed the rim of that delightful place, and explored under her inner lips. Dixie’s pussy was fucking up against his face as she implored him to suck her clit and make her cum.

He would, but first he squeezed his tongue into the source of the nectar he had been savoring. The aroma and the flavor of her pussy were at their most intense, especially when he flicked his tongue up and down, indirectly stimulating the base of her clit and producing a fresh gusher of her delicious juices.

“Yes! Yes! Suck my clit!” she implored him. Her whole body thrashed on the sofa before him.

Withdrawing his tongue and moving his face up slightly, Jeremy opened his mouth to engulf that succulent morsel and started sucking on it. His tongue caressed the swollen sides and top. Dixie’s became even more vocal, begging the young man to keep sucking her clit, and her pussy seemed to be trying to wrap itself around his face. He immensely enjoyed both responses, and kept sucking and licking.

“Oh! Oh! I’m cumming, Dixie blurted out. Her hands Escort bayan Ankara seized the back of Jeremy’s head and jammed her pussy up into his face, while her thighs squeezed his temples. Her ass rocked back and forth and side to side as she continued cumming until she climaxed, her back arching and ramming her pussy against Jeremy’s face for a final time. After her orgasm, Dixie’s hands released his head and she totally relaxed on the sofa, an even bigger smile bisecting her face.

Greedily, Jeremy licked all the fresh nectar off her legs, crotch and pussy, even sucking it out of her bubbling pink hole. After he had devoured it all, he continued kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa. Jeremy had greatly enjoyed eating the professor’s pussy, but now he was looking forward to what he had gone there for in the first place.

Dixie was looking forward to it too, but she needed to rest for a few minutes. “That was great, Jeremy,” she told him, still smiling broadly. “You really meant it when you said you had no complaints from women.” That was a reference to their discussion the first time he had come to the office, when he had thought that she wanted more conventional sex with him.

“I need to rest a bit after that. You really made me cum big time. While I’m catching my breath, how about getting out what we’re both looking forward to using? You know where it is, don’t you?”

He knew. Jeremy went to the desk and opened the bottom right drawer. A plastic bottle of Aquaglide was there, along with the strapon dildo that had given him so much joy over the past few months. As he carried them over to where the professor was waiting, he realized there were two new dildos attached to it, the one that would be going into his ass and the other that Dixie would have in her pussy.

I’ve made some changes,” she told him. “Your dildo is longer and thicker and the end is more tapered so it’ll slide in better. There are some pleasure bumps too, but I don’t know if you’ll notice those. Mine is the same except it has a spur for my clit. I don’t think it’ll feel as good as your mouth did, though.”

She arose from the sofa. “Help me get this on, please. Stand behind me and buckle the straps. She reached under her crotch to insert the dildo in her pussy.

“You ate all my lubricant. You should have left some inside me so I could get this thing in more easily.”

“I’m sorry. It was so delicious, I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s okay. Just thinking about how I’ll soon be fucking your beautiful ass is getting me wet enough anyhow.”

Seconds later, one hand at her crotch to hold the dildo in her pussy, Dixie stepped closer to him so he could buckle the toy around her waist. When she turned and faced Jeremy again, she smiled at the look of anticipation on his face as he gazed at the new dildo that she had ready for him. He could see it was much bigger than the other had been, at least eight inches long and thicker in proportion. He was eagerly looking forward to the immense pleasure of feeling Dixie easing it into his ass, followed by driving in and out, stretching the whole channel it would be filling, and massaging his prostate.

“Okay, you know what to do now.” He knew extremely well, and Jeremy got on his knees a short distance from the sofa and leaned forward to rest his arms on it. He had to be far enough from the front of the sofa that he could masturbate when the need became overwhelming.

Before starting, Dixie rested her hands on his smooth, white buttocks. “I really do like your ass, Jeremy. It’s nice and smooth and just the right size, a bit plump, but not fat.” She slid her hands around so her fingers were fondling the insides of his ass cheeks. “You don’t have a lot of hair back here like some guys do, either. I like that.”

Her hands left his ass and he heard the faint, squeaking noise of the Aquaglide being opened and, although he had not been told, Jeremy reached back and spread his cheeks apart. The neck of the bottle penetrated his ass slightly, and he felt the cool, pleasant sensation of the lubricant gushing in. This was followed seconds later by the even better sensation of Dixie’s middle finger squeezing inside him and spreading it all over the sides of his ass, as far in as she could reach. The next thing would be for Dixie to spread more of the Aquaglide on the dildo that would soon be bringing so much joy to him.

Jeremy’s hands were still holding his ass cheeks apart when he felt two fingers, one on either side, pulling apart the sides of the hole that was about to be stuffed so full and so pleasurably. The next thing he felt was the tip of Dixie’s new dildo pressed against the tiny hole they had created. The more tapered end worked perfectly; with a slight push, he felt it wedge inside his ass, all the way to the ridge around the head.

Incredible pleasure rocketed out from around the point of entry. To Jeremy, the initial penetration was one of the high points of being fucked, but only one of several. Bayan escort Ankara Everything about taking this woman’s dildo in his ass was more fun than he would ever have expected. He and Dixie still held his ass open and, with another push, an additional inch of plastic cock was inside, sending fresh waves of bliss crashing through his body. Fantastically good as it felt to him already, he knew the best was still ahead.

It felt almost as good to Dixie, and she also knew the best part was still ahead. She loved fucking young men like Jeremy, both from the feeling of power she got from it and because of the attraction that men’s asses had always held for her. After the third thrust, when she no longer needed to hold his tight hole open, Dixie allowed her hands to once again roam over the smooth, hairless contours of her current favorite.

Jeremy’s ass was probably the best one she had ever fucked, and she really hoped she would be able to persuade him to take one of her classes in the fall semester. Dixie much preferred fucking male students who were in one of her classes because that gave her some leverage she wouldn’t have had otherwise. Even if, as with Jeremy, she didn’t need it, she still preferred to have something to hold over them, as well as having a way to repay them for giving her fun.

The dildo inside Dixie’s pussy wasn’t giving her much fun yet, but that would change after she had started driving the other one all the way in and out of Jeremy. Her steady back and forth movements would make the toy move inside her, and the spur would massage her clit. She had allocated two hours of her time to the session with Jeremy and very much hoped to use it all.

He hoped to spend a lot of time in his current position too. Her next thrust, besides stretching his ass farther open and giving incredible pleasure to his rear channel, started to massage his prostate. Jeremy knew it was sometimes called the male clitoris, and the immense joy he derived from the contact gave him an idea of how happy it made Dixie and other women when he fondled or licked their clits. Waves of pleasure crashed through his body from his prostate as it was caressed by the pleasure bumps on the new dildo. They were joined by other, even stronger waves that throbbed from where he was getting so wonderfully stuffed and from his ass that was being alternately stretched and released as the dildo plunged in and out.

Dixie’s new dildo, being so much longer and thicker that the old one, was giving his ass the best fucking it had ever gotten. It felt so good that Jeremy, as usual, became impatient to get it all the way in. He spread his legs a bit more and moved his face closer to the sofa cushion while arching his back downward. This elevated his ass slightly, giving Dixie even better access to where he wanted her dildo. Besides the changes in position, on the next stroke, when he felt the plastic cock surging into him, he thrust his ass back to meet it, taking it in even deeper.

Dixie chuckled at his reaction to her toy, which was how he usually responded. “You really like what we’re doing here, don’t you? I’m glad, because it makes it more fun for me too.” Like most people, the professor enjoyed any kind of sex a lot more when her partner was also deriving pleasure.

And Jeremy was deriving immense pleasure, so much that he didn’t even interrupt his moaning and whimpering to agree with the woman who was giving it to him. With every stroke, her new dildo drove into him deeper than the previous toy had ever gone. Its thicker base spread his ass open wider than it had ever been stretched, producing greater waves of bliss that reverberated throughout his body. Even the molded bumps on the shaft, designed to stimulate the sweet spots inside a pussy, massaged his prostate gland in ever-changing ways, sending multiple swirls of delight, mingling with the other kinds of pleasure her plastic cock was giving him. With every thrust, the new toy plunged deeper and deeper into his ass, bringing him ever closer to ecstasy.

Finally, the entire dildo was lodged inside, saturating his body with more pleasure than he could have ever thought possible. He felt Dixie’s thighs pressed snugly against his and her hands on his hips, and he knew she was prepared to begin the deep strokes and slow, steady fucking they both wanted so much. Before she started, though, the professor leaned forward, squeezing his shoulders with her hands and mashing her succulent breasts against his back.

She whispered into his ear. “This is great, Jeremy. I’m glad you like it so much too. I hope you can take one of my classes in the fall semester, and we can do a lot more of this. A couple of times a week, even.”

He couldn’t answer out loud but he nodded his head. He would do anything or say anything to keep his ass crammed full of that wonderful plastic cock, today and for as long as he could manage in the future. Since he was not a serious student, and was attending college mostly for fun, he would arrange his schedule to include one of Professor Dugan’s classes. The sure honors grade he knew he would receive, even without ever cracking a book, helped him decide, but mostly, it was the amazing pleasure he wanted to keep getting from her dildo.

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You can get all the latest news about other people from Elaine. Elaine is my youngest sister, gabby, bossy, and not quite twenty one. And attractive enough to make even a brother admit it..

“Susan had her baby last week,” Elaine pronounced one day. “She was in labor for nearly ten hours. It’s a boy .” Susan lived in the same apartment block. Her husband had left her when she told him she was pregnant. Single mothers were becoming all too common in our neighborhood.

“She’s putting the baby up for adoption,” Elaine added. So Susan wouldn’t be adding to the number of single mothers after all. But I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of farming out a new born baby. But Elaine hadn’t finished. “She’s giving the baby to a woman whose baby was stillborn. The woman wanted a boy, so it all worked out rather nicely. It’s going to take a while for the paper work, but the other woman’s nursing the baby already.”

I wasn’t particularly concerned about the maternal problems of a woman who lived two floors up in the apartment block, so I was happy enough when Elaine left to spread the news to someone else. I must admit I’d envied Susan’s husband when they were married. He was taking on a beautiful girl with a luscious figure and a pair of tits to stop the traffic.

I forgot about Susan and the baby for a week or two until I met her at a party in one of the other apartments. “They only kept me in hospital two days,” she said after we had gone through the usual preliminaries. “I didn’t have any complications at all, apart from getting rid of the milk.”

“I think you’re looking real good,” I told her, and I meant it. I had got used to seeing her in a pregnant state for quite a while, and I was enjoying looking at her in her altered state.

“Thank you,” she said. “I can tell you mean that. It’s nice to be able to see how I affect man.” I guess I blushed, because I hadn’t been aware how much attention I had been paying to the cleavageshe was showing “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she said quickly, “but we seemed to be discussing intimate things.”

I changed the subject. “I don’t understand about the milk problem.”

She laughed. “A man wouldn’t. You mean to say Elaine hasn’t told you all about it? I thought she told you everything there was to know. She tells me everything about you.” I must have blushed again. “Oh there I go again. But we’re like a couple of schoolgirls, we chat so much. The problem with the milk is getting rid of it. Without a baby to drink it I have to pump it out. Otherwise these boobies are in trouble.” And she jiggled one of her tits with the hand that wasn’t holding a glass. I couldn’t take my eyes off the display of pulchritude in motion. “I’m sorry again,” she giggled. “I didn’t realize breasts had this effect on you.”

“I was just thinking of the pleasure that baby is missing,” I stammered. “Seems a pity to have to pump it out.”

“There’s no other way. Unless I borrow another baby. Or a man.”

I was breathing hard. “Stop it, you’re giving me ideas!”

Susan laughed again. “You don’t mean you’d——-you’d really like to?” I gulped and nodded. She lowered her voice. “You’re serious? Darling that would be delightful.” She looked round quickly. “Are you really serious? You’d really like to drink my milk? God, I’ve got to keep my voice down, they’ve just got to hear this and the whole town would have it.” Now Susan was breathing hard. “You’ve got me going now. I’m getting horny as a goat. Darling, it’s nearly time for my evening session. Will you really? Now?”

“Let’s go,” I said before she changed her mind. “We’d better not go together. You go first.” And Susan went. Just disappeared out of the crowd. She was serious alright. And I found myself amazed at what I’d got myself into. Suckling at a pair of the most gorgeous breasts, and I hardly knew the woman. By the time I got to Susan’s apartment two floors up, she had changed from cocktail dress to house coat. She showed me the pump. “This is the apparatus. Can you imagine me using this when I have a real man volunteering?” She sat on the couch and dropped the house coat to her waist. My cock had been getting more and more droopy as I wondered what I was letting myself in for, but at the sight of two thirty-six D tits thrusting themselves out at me begging to be sucked it sprang to life and made a bold statement inside my pants.

I fell to my knees, and Susan Ankara escort opened her legs so that I could shuffle closer to the couch. I just had to get my hands on those two glorious globes. They were larger than Susan’s dress had revealed, drooping a little, presumably because of their load of milk, and deliciously soft in my hands. I fondled them and squeezed them and pressed my face between then to breathe their perfume, and then pulled back to gaze at the swollen tips. The aureoles were puffed out from Susan’s breasts like little conical cushions, with the nipples red and stretched smooth and projecting as large as fingertips.

“Suck this one fist,” Susan said, and thrust her left tit into my mouth. And I sucked at the nipple, and I nibbled at the aureole, and I sucked, and I drank, and as long as I sucked the milk trickled hot into my mouth. Susan gasped, and sighed, and caressed my head and my neck, and I realized for the first time that this was not for her just a matter of getting rid of the milk, but an experience as sexually exciting as it was for me. When the milk supply dried up Susan kissed my mouth and I understood that this was the end of the evening’s excitement for me. As the human pump I would be expected to perform again at eight the following morning.

Back in my apartment I relaxed and consoled my still rigid cock and revelled in reviewing the evening’s pleasure. When the door chimes sounded later I wanted to ignore them, but Elaine’s voice demanded entry. She was giggling as she entered the room “You dirty old man! You’ve always pretended to be such a goody goody, but Susan called me and told me all about it. She loved it, and you didn’t take advantage of her, and you’re going back again tomorrow, and you loved it too, didn’t you?” I should have known those two could keep no secrets from each other. But I was surprised how excited Elaine was. I would have expected her to be critical. “You’re a real quiet one, you are. You hardly know Susan, and you seduce her into letting you undress her and suck her tits.”

Remonstrations were no use. “Of course you seduced her. It’s always the man who leads the way. What I don’t get is why you go for a stranger’s tits when you’ve got a perfectly beautiful pair right here.”

Elaine pulled off her sweater, and flung it to the floor. She was naked to the waist. Two breasts that I hadn’t seen since her early teens were standing out firm and proud, fuller and firmer than I had ever realized when I saw her fully clothed. I wanted to lunge at them and grab them. But this was my kid sister. I just gulped.

“OK, so I’m your sister. That’s what you’re thinking. Don’t my tits look as nice to suck as hers? Someone else is going to suck them one day, so why not you? It’s part of a brother’s responsibility to give me some sexual education.” She walked across to me and sat astride my knees, her tits close to my face. They were rounder and more upstanding than Susan’s, and fully as large. The nipples were not so swollen, but pert and hard, and Elaine tweaked them inches from my face. “Suck them for me, darling, they need it just as much as Susan’s, even though there’s no milk in them. I want to feel your teeth on them, pinch them, twist them, hurt them, they need you so badly.”

Elaine pressed one tit against my mouth, and instinctively I opened my lips and took the hard nipple in. Again I sucked, and nibbled, and caressed and squeezed, but this time Elaine was crying out. “Harder, bite me, hurt me, don’t stop, I love it. You’re going to make me cum.” And she did cum, sitting an my knees, heaving her whole body from side to side but never letting her nipples fall out of my mouth except to change from one breast to the other.

Next morning the phones had evidently been busy again. “I didn’t want to frighten you away,” Susan greeted me. “You seemed so sort of embarrassed, I just let you suck all the milk out, which was what you came for. I would have loved you to go on longer. I had to masturbate myself when you left. because you excited me so much and you hadn’t made me cum. Darling, finish me off this time and make me cum the way you did Elaine , please. And I want to suckle you properly this time, like a baby. Lie across my lap and let me hold you to my breasts.”

She sat on the couch, and I lay across her lap while she held me in her arms. She pressed me to those soft hot tits, and fed me, and crooned to me, and caressed Ankara escort bayan me. But this time she opened my shirt and played with my nipples, and caressed me down to my belt, and unzipped my belt, and unzipped my fly, and gently pulled out a prick that was stiff and swollen and hungry to be played with. And while I sucked and chewed at those turgid nipples Susan played with my prick and caressed my knob and stretched my shaft. This time I didn’t stop sucking when the milk was drained dry , and as I sucked Susan cried our louder and more urgently, and eventually she was cumming, the body that was clasping me heaving and writhing in an uncontrollable orgasm. And very soon the random playing with my prick had become a practiced masturbation that brought the sperm spurting out of me till I too was drained dry.

Elaine was at my apartment in the early afternoon. She had been on the phone again. “So, we’re making this a game of catch-up are we? You’re not content to have your jollies just playing with tits, you have to get your own personal satisfaction. So now it’s my turn, and I’m going to get ahead of Susan this time.” She pulled her dress up over her head, and I saw my little sister more naked than I had ever seen her before. In fact completely and totally naked. I forgot she was my sister. I forgot all the taboos. I forgot everything but the naked loveliness in front of me, the magnificent tits that I had already enjoyed, the slim shapely body and the long slim legs, the parted thighs that led up to the wide parted labia and a wet fleshy pussy. As I looked at the open wetness I was aware of thinking that this horny chick had already been masturbating to bring herself to this state. And then my sister was hauling down my pants and my shorts before she pushed me down onto the piano stool and sat astride my knees. My rigid rod opened up the tight entrance to her cunt, and then her tit was once again forced against my mouth. “I still need your teeth on my nipples,” she said urgently, “and your hands all over me wherever you like, but now I want my big brother’s cock where I’ve always wanted it but you were too chicken-shit to put it. Fuck me and suck me, all at the same time, and I’ll cum for you whenever you’re ready .”

My kid sister had always been bossy. So I did as I was told. I fucked her and sucked her at the same time. And when I started to pump her tight vagina full of hot creamy cum she did as she had promised. She came for me. And because the sword impaling her was still stiff and hard she came again, crying out with ecstasy. And then she came again. And I stayed hard because her vagina was still narrow and tight and caressing every part of my prick. And also because I knew this was something I should not be doing. I was screwing my own sister.

As I expected, the phones had been busy by the time I next visited Susan. “If Elaine thinks she’s going to stay one up on me, let her top this,” was her greeting. I thought “THIS” was the fact that when she flung the door open for me she was stark naked, posing specially for me so that every detail of her sexy body was open for inspection. And I do mean open. But Susan had more in mind. “Come with me,” she ordered. She led me into her bedroom. I had never been in a woman’s bedroom before. Of course, everything about it was feminine. Except for the large mirror on the ceiling.. I was still looking around in a bemused state when I became aware I was being undressed.. I was getting used to this, and I liked it. By the time I was as naked as Susan my pole was erect and ready for action. But it was not to be needed, it seemed. “Lie down,” was the next command, so I did just that. It could only lead to good things.

Susan climbed on the bed and spread herself over me, opening her legs and pressing a wet open cunt into my belly. Looking up at the mirror, I could see another delicious view of Susan, one I had not seen before. My eyes focused first on the backs of her thighs, wide apart as they were, leading to the rear view of her wide wet cunt The full round cheeks of her ass looked beautiful, and before Susan had finally settled herself I was clasping them in both hands, my fingers probing in to the crack between. Then Susan was blocking my view, pressing one of those swollen nipples I was beginning to know so well into my mouth. “Suck,” she commanded, “and I’ll see whether you deserve any treats when you’re done.”

This was altogether Escort Ankara a different Susan. But it was also a new experience, and I had no complaint. Except that I could no longer look at Susan’s butt in the mirror. Her nipples were as suckable as ever, and the milk still flowed. I sucked one nipple and played with the other, nibbling and squeezing and pinching. And drinking. I could tell that Susan was on the way. Her wet pussy was grinding against my body. her butt was heaving up and down in my hands, and she was breathing hard and whimpering. My prick must have been sticking up in the space between her legs, desperately needing something to masturbate it, but this was apparently not to be until after I had satisfied Susan completely.

The milk ran dry just as Susan began to shout, “I’m going to cum. Keep on sucking, suck me hard, and play with the other one. Don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh my god I’m coming I’m cumming I’m cumming and it’s wonderful.” I had a hard time holding onto Susan’s butt. It was heaving and rolling as she rubbed and pressed her pussy into my belly button. My fingers were pressing harder into the crack between her cheeks, and I found one finger slipping into the crater of her anus, delving deeper as she heaved. And then she was finished. Suddenly, just like that.

“Oh my god that was incredible. I never knew feeding a baby could be like that. It was more intense than being fucked. Thank you my darling you were wonderful.” Sucking those magnificent nipples with their delectable supply of milk had been wonderful, too, but all the time my prick had been waving at the sky between Susan’s legs getting no satisfaction at all . I was ready to cum at any moment, but just sucking tits wasn’t going to do it. But I didn’t have to complain to Susan. She was way ahead of me. ‘I’m sorry my darling, you must be suffering lovers’ nuts in spades. I’ve been cumming and your poor cock has had no fun at all. Lie still and I’ll give you a lovely cumming. I’m going to fuck you till your balls are empty and you’ve no more cum to cum with.”

This from a young lady I’d hardly known a few days before! But it was a lot better than cocktail party talk!

Susan slithered down my body and got up onto her knees. She really was going to fuck me, apparently. She squatted over my crotch, and lowered herself so that one of her hands could feed my prick into the wide open entrance between her thighs. “I’m still way up high,” she proclaimed.. “I haven’t come down yet and I’m all set for multiple orgasms. Don’t you dare cum until I’ve raped you thoroughly. I’m going to drain every drop of semen out of you till you’re drained completely dry.”

She sat down on me, forcing my prick right up into the very depths of her cunt. Then began the roughest fuck I had ever experienced. Again and again Susan’s whole body rose until I feared I was going to slip out of her, and slammed back with a force that left me breathless. Her vagina was wide and hardly gripped my prick at all, unlike the tight young vagina of my sister, and slippery with a copious lining of cum juice. It was a continuous masturbation, but mild enough for me to enjoy every movement but still obey Susan’s instruction not to cum too soon.

It was when Susan was beginning to cry out in the ecstasy of orgasm that my attention was captured by the unexpected activity around my head. A pair of knees were taking position on my shoulders, with two naked thighs leading up to two most attractive naked cheeks. And where the cheeks joined I could see a set of naked feminine genitalia. Quickly the cheeks descended, and the genitalia settled wetly on my face. My sister Elaine’s voice came from above. “You’re becoming so good at sucking I just couldn’t bear to leave your mouth unoccupied. It looks as if you two are going to have a nice cosy cumming so make me cum too, darling.”

It seemed as if Susan was set to keep on cumming and shouting “Fuck, fuck. Fuck,” for the rest of the day, and I was beginning to feel the onset of an orgasm I could no longer delay. And my mouth was so used to sucking whatever was presented to it that Elaine quickly joined the shouting. “You’re going to make me cum. You’re fucking me with your tongue. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

And the chorus continued. And my groin began to heave, and I flooded Susan’s vagina, until she made good her promise and drained every drop of semen out of me.

When all became quiet, it was quite a while before I heard Susan’s voice again. “I think we just plumbed the depths of depravity. Can anyone get any more depraved than this?”

That’s another story.

– The end –

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A big thank you to estragon for editing suggestions and Darkniciad as well. I do hope you enjoy this short and sweet little write. ~ Red

The cursor blinked rapidly in front of her face as she bit down on her lower lip and sent the text message. It was a simple question, one Lily waited to see answered. A sound from the gentleman sitting across from her made her look up. He caught her stare; she blushed and looked back down at her new laptop. She always used her phone for texting and talking to her friend, but today she’d opted to bring the laptop because she had a lot of work to do and it would serve her better than her phone. She ignored the rumbling of the train as she waited for her online boyfriend’s message to come back to her.

Her message icon blinked orange and she clicked on it. A smile drifted to her lips, small and barely noticeable, but it was there.

Todd: Black stilettos.

She wrote back about how typical a color and that maybe the girl should have left wearing bright pink pumps or neon orange ones.

Todd: Oh? Do you think that would go well with her black skirt and white blouse?

Her smile became a smirk, as she typed a splash of color is a nice way to dress up such a boring woman. She could see Todd just shake his head at her amusement and teasing, and smile briefly.

They had been communicating online for a long time. Though hundreds of miles separated them, they were only seconds away from each other online. She typed back asking him what the woman looked like. Was she plain? Boring? Pretty?

This was a game they played. Todd rode into work every morning on a train and she, already at work, would IM or text him. She would pick the gender for him to describe and he would of course pick the person. This morning was the exception to their typical exchange. She had to make a business trip, so for the first time she was able to communicate with him in a setting like the one he experienced every day. She wasn’t surprised to learn he’d picked a woman wearing a pair of black stilettos. Todd had a thing for shoes.

Todd: She’s pretty. I guess. Not as pretty as you. Kind of hard to tell really.

Lily blushed. Todd had her picture and he had called her lovely, beautiful, sexy and yes, pretty. She smiled at the memory of the first day she’d sent him a headshot of herself. In her opinion her cheeks were too round and her smile too wide. But he had loved it, or so he said and from that point on, she slowly began to feel more comfortable in her own skin.

Todd: Still there?

She bit down on her lower lip and answered his reply, apologizing for her lack of response. She quickly asked why he couldn’t tell if the girl was pretty or not.

Todd: She’s sitting across from me, on the other bench and people keep jostling past her. So I can only get a glimpse here and there. She looks pretty though, your turn. Pick a man, any man.

Lily’s brow furrowed, until she got the point. Todd wanted her to play too. She was all for it and secretly had hoped he’d asked her to play. After all, usually she had no one new to describe. Lily spent her workday sitting in an office, where the same people passed by every day. She’d already described all of them. Her gaze drifted over to the man who had noticed her. She had to peer around a woman who had gotten up to find another seat, but the brief exposure of her quarry had been enough.

She answered back that the gentleman looked to be in his early thirties, and had brown hair. He also wore a pair of gray trousers and sports coat.

Todd: So pretty much your typical business guy. Leave it to you to find someone exciting.

Her shoulders shook at his description. She wrote back that he was a “typical business guy” and when Todd concurred with her description of him, he confessed that he too was wearing the same thing as the man she was looking at, but his pants and coat were more of a dark charcoal color.

They commutes continued as did their talk, so the game, as usual, was abandoned and those around them went ignored. Every so often Lily would glance at the gentleman she’d described to Todd, but that was all she’d do. When it was apparent that the train was slowing down, she looked up and noted where she was. She said her goodbye Ankara escort to Todd, closed her laptop and hurriedly shoved it into its bag.

She rose from her seat and made her way to the door, just as the train came to a stop. The man, whom she had noticed and described to Todd, looked up and smiled at her. Her stomach twisted as she stared back. His brows furrowed slightly, but neither of them spoke to the other. She gave him a small smile, turned away and left the safety of the car behind her.

When she arrived at the office that had been assigned to her for the week, she opened up her laptop and set to work on several of the company’s laptops. After working for an hour, and accomplishing enough to justify taking a break, she logged back into her IM and saw an offline message from Todd.

Todd: She had a splash of color. A pink ribbon in her hair, holding back a braid, no neon shoes, but still color.

Lily smiled and typed back asking if the back of her hair was the only thing he’d noticed? The message was answered very quickly with a “no” and “she had a nice butt too.” Laughter spilled out of Lily’s lips. She and Todd spoke for a short while, until duty called and both had to leave. He asked what her plans for the evening were and she explained she would be going out for supper, but maybe she’d sneak off to the ladies’ room, if he’d leave her a sexy voice mail.

Todd: I shall. I’ll tell you what. I’m having a business dinner with our CEO and a few other folks from the office. We’re going to Georgio’s, why don’t you eat Italian too and imagine us having the same meal. We’re eating around six.

She grinned and wished he could see her smile. Seconds later he did; she took a quick picture of herself with her webcam and shared it with him. Her hair was down, where before she had pulled it back to keep the flyaway curls from falling into her face while she worked. But the tension of the morning’s activities had left her with a slight headache. The pressure of her twined up locks had taken its toll on her scalp. He thanked her for the picture and told her again how beautiful she was. They logged off and once again Lily went about her day, this time with thoughts of Todd and how much fun it would be to actually share an Italian dinner with him.

When she left the office she had been happy to discover that Georgio’s was a well-established chain, with six locations spread out over the country, including the one just a few blocks from her hotel. She made a reservation for herself, and pondered what dish Todd would be choosing. On the train ride back to her hotel, she looked for the man in the gray trousers, but didn’t see him. She pulled out her phone, keeping the laptop tucked securely by her side. She sent Todd a message, curious if he too were on his way home.

Todd: Hey there sunshine.

Lily answered, pecking away at the keyboard of her cell. She told him of her day and he spoke of his. She mentioned she’d eat Italian and think of him. Before hanging up she made him promise to leave a sexy voice mail, and she promised to leave him one.

Back at her hotel, Lily showered and shaved. She laid out the clothes she wanted to wear and blow dried her red hair. It hung in curly waves down her back and over her shoulders and breasts. She stared at her reflection and imagined Todd looking at her, admiring the color of her skin, the sprinkling of freckles that seemed a contrast to her ivory complexion. Her breasts were round, soft and just barely more than a handful. Her sex was shaved bare and her lips flared slightly, allowing a hint of the darker inner flesh to show itself.

Her hands traveled across her chest, down her abdomen and pressed against her mound. She teased herself until she was forced to slide onto the bed. With a trembling hand, she reached for her cell phone and pressed the speed dial number that would reach Todd’s phone. She knew there was a chance he’d pick up, but there was also the chance she’d get his voice mail.

As she touched and rubbed herself closer to a pending release, the recording came on. She cursed softly and quickened her pace. When the waited-for beep rang through, she knew her sounds were being recorded. Lily vigorously played with herself until her moans, grunts, and Ankara escort bayan mutterings of love cascaded into Todd’s phone. She told him she loved him, hung up and closed the cell phone with one finger.

She lay there for several minutes, basking in the joy of her orgasm. A few minutes later, her phone vibrated and her ringtone sounded. She picked it up and saw Todd’s number. He would either be calling her back to thank her for the voice mail, or making his own climax known via a recording.

Lily bit her lip and waited for her phone to tell her she had a message. When it stopped ringing and then chirped that she had a voice mail, she grinned. Lily quickly listened to her messages and heard the grunt of Todd’s release and the curses that often accompanied his coming. The shot heard round the world, she thought.

That night Lily headed to dinner, alone. She wore a pink dress, and pink ribbon in her hair, along with a pair of pink stilettos. Her stockings were cream-colored, but her undergarments matched the clothes she wore. The lace thong, shelf bra, and garter set enhanced her complexion as well as her freckles, but that beauty was shielded from prying eyes.

The cab driver delivered her safely to the restaurant and though she received a funny look when she told the attendant she was dining alone, she didn’t mind. Lily had expected it. She was given a table near a window, where she could gaze at the city as well as several of the guests that were eating at the lovely Italian restaurant.

An attendant came by and ran through the wine list as well as the house special for the evening. She ordered a red wine and perused the menu, every so often looking up to see who was eating and what they were enjoying.

To her left and several tables away were four people, two men and two women. They laughed and smiled at each other, and occasionally would take a bite of their meals between whatever they were discussing. The food one man was eating looked delectable, so when Lily was asked what she would want for the evening, she asked the server to discover what the man was eating and she would have the same as him. The server agreed and Lily watched as he casually walked past the table with the four diners.

He then circled back, with the pretense of refilling her water glass and told her the name of the dish. Lily ordered it and quietly waited alone for her meal to arrive. While she did, she pulled out her phone and sent an offline message to Todd. She told him that she had found a Georgio’s near her and she was dining there right now. She explained what meal she was eating and how it felt strange to eat in such a pricey place alone. She told him she approximately what time she was going to go to the ladies’ room and warned him that he was expected to go too.

Her food arrived and she enjoyed the rich sauce and the al dente pasta. The flavors exploded on her palette and as she savored every bite, she noticed the women who were laughing with the two men. They were stunning creatures; a raven haired beauty and a blond, but they were dressed conservatively, which made Lily feel as if the dinner was more formal than pleasure. She looked away when one of the men caught her staring at him. She felt her skin grow heated as she saw from the corner of her eye that the man was trying to get the other man’s attention.

Lily noted the time, grabbed her purse and rose from the table; she passed her attendant and told him that she needed to use the ladies’ room. He whispered the directions to her, and she left, slipping past various tables and guests. Once behind a locked stall, she opened her phone, slipped her hand under her skirt and behind her panty.

The sound of Todd coming over the phone for her was more erotic now that she knew he was doing the exact same thing. She listened to his climax over and over again. While she did, Lily was fingering her clit and rubbing vigorously the swollen wet lips of her pussy. When she came, she swallowed the moan that threatened to expose her antics to unknown listeners.

Lily wiped her hands and her sex with toilet paper, then quickly texted Todd, telling her about her orgasm and how naughty she felt. He answered back, shocking her that he was online at the same time as her.

Todd: Escort Ankara I would love to clean you up, right now.

She told him the feeling was mutual.

Todd: To shove you against a wall, lift your skirt and drive my dick between your slick folds. Right there in the bathroom, with no one around, just you and I.

Lily asked him if he was still in the bathroom.

Todd: Yeah, wanna call me? lol

Lily smiled at the thought; she held the phone in one hand and smoothed down her dress before leaving the stall. She texted back that she would love to call him and waited for his reply. Her reflection in the mirror was bright and full of a sensuous glow. She picked up the phone just as his text came over the waves.

Todd: Fuck yes. They don’t need me at the dinner table.

A giggle left Lily’s lips; she left the bathroom with her phone in her hand. She stopped inside the hall of the restrooms and pressed Todd’s speed dial number. He answered before the first ring had finished. She grinned and leaned against the wall behind her. He whispered to her that his cock was hard and that he wanted her on her knees in front of him. His fingers, he wanted buried in her hair. He told her that he needed to look down at her, and catch her staring back up at him.

Lily listened and shifted nervously on her feet as desire slowly began to build deep inside her belly. She could hear a large party of guests milling about. Her pussy tightened as Todd’s breath began to sound more labored. A figure moving down the hall toward her made her face pale. She covered the phone.

“One of the restaurant managers said that the men’s room was out of order,” she lied. The man grumbled and Lily gave him an apologetic smile. After he was gone she returned the phone to her ear and opened the bathroom door.

The men’s room was quite different than the ladies’. It was furnished in a much more masculine way. The wallpaper was darker as was the wood trim, and a leather bench sat along one wall. She sat down and slipped off her shoes. Todd’s voice echoed around her. She heard him in stereo as he cursed that someone had come into the bathroom. A smile rose from her lips as she listened to his phone close and his pants being zipped. She tucked her phone into her purse and waited for him to step out of one of the stalls. When he did, she rose up and waited.

She heard the sound of water running and knew he was washing his hands, but still she did not make her presence known. The sound of the dryer blared through the interior of the men’s room as Todd dried his hands under the scorching heat and tornado like winds that were pushed out. Only when she heard him take a step toward the bathroom door, did she round the corner and expose herself.

They stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

Lily was the first to break the silence. “My business trip wasn’t in Nashville; it was here in New York. I remembered your train route, the one you mapped out for me back when we first met. I also prayed to God that you wouldn’t alter your routine, that all of this would work out the way I dreamed”

He said nothing as she chewed on her lower lip.

“I was on the train, the woman in the boring clothes and the pink ribbon in her hair,” she pulled out the ribbon from the bottom of her purse. It lay between her fingers as she showed it to him. “I wasn’t sure if you’d recognize me or not. I didn’t want you to. I purposely kept my hair back and I wore more make-up than a super model on a photo shoot. Oh, and these,” she pulled out a small plastic container and held it up, “colored contacts,” she admitted.

She watched him come to the realization that it was all real. That she was the woman on the train and she was in the same restaurant as he was and that she truly was standing in front of him. He closed the distance between them and grabbed her by the arms. Their lips touched and their fingers pulled and tugged at the clothes they wore. He pulled away and looked down at her, once more she saw him questioning the reality of it all.

“I’m not fucking you in this bathroom,” he suddenly said, breaking through the disbelief that had left him speechless. He opened his phone and she listened as he excused himself from the dinner he had been taking with his CEO, and two female co-workers.

Hand in hand they left the restaurant and when they arrived at her hotel, it was with the idea of living out many of their online fantasies.

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My wife, Diana, does something very unusual that drives me so crazy. It started just after we were married. She doesn’t do it very often, maybe once every couple of months. It’s a strange, almost twisted thing, but it drives us both wild with lust.

Last night was one of those nights. Her daughter Crissy had gone out to do who knows what with who knows who. Diana and I stayed home, had some drinks, and when it got late we were planning to make love. Diana disappeared into the bedroom for a short time to change into something. I turned down the lights and sat down on the couch, waiting for my sexy wife to re-appear.

When I saw her come through the door, I knew immediately what was ahead of us. She only dresses like that when she wants to play her little game with me. It’s not ever the same outfit, but they all have one thing in common… they all belong to her sluttly little teenage daughter – my step-daughter – Crissy.

This time though, instead of wearing one of Crissy’s tiny dresses or much-too-short skirts, she came out wearing only a tiny little night shirt that fit Diana way too tight because of her large tits. The top was white with a cartoon kitten on it. While the nightshirt was supposed to look cute and innocent, with her tits fully visible through the thin material it made my wife look more like a jailbait slut. Besides that little top, the only other thing she wore was a pair of striped socks that went past her knees and two white ribbons holding her hair up in ponytails. Crissy had worn those knee high socks a few times with some short little skirt when she really wanted to slut herself up. They also had a look normally associated with an innocent little schoolgirl, but with her ass and pussy left completely uncovered, Diana looked more like a tempting tart who needed a good fuck.

After she had given me a minute to take in all the sights she was offering, the game began. Diana walked over towards me, then stopped when she was across the coffee table from me.

Her shaved pussy was fully visible in front of me and her tits were almost ripping their way out of that sexy little top. Diana reached up and started twisting a finger in her hair as she looked at me a moment, then looked down. Her Crissy impersonation was very good. Crissy twisted her hair that same, seductive way.

Without looking up at first, Diana started to talk. “Did you hear what happened to me at school last week, Daddy?” she said quietly. She looked up after she said that, only for a moment, then back down again. She looked shy and nervous.

“No,” I said to her. “I didn’t hear anything. Did you get into some kind of trouble?”

Diana – or should I say Crissy? – paused for a moment, still twirling her hair, then went on. “Yes… kind of…” She looked up at me again and said quickly, “But, it wasn’t my fault!”

She bit her bottom lip in a nervous way. It made me think that maybe she would rather be softly sinking her teeth into something else. She now put her hands behind her back, and looked down, standing in front of me quietly. Her tits stuck out nicely in this pose she had assumed.

“Are you going to tell me about it? Are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked her. I was playing along with her little game.

Diana took a moment before looking up at me and nodding her head. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll tell you.” She started twisting her hair again, looking for all the world as if she were nervous to go on. Finally, she did. “Like I said, though, it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know that it was against the rules to go to school with no underwear.”

I was sitting there in only my boxer shorts and my cock had already started stiffening as I had looked over the hot little slut that stood in front of me. But when she said that, it grew much harder, much faster. Seeing her without panties in front of me made it easy to believe that she might have gone to school like that. A hot young girl walking around school in a short skirt with no panties… sounded like trouble to me.

Diana looked down at my cock that had pushed its way out of my shorts and was now standing straight up. When I saw her look that way, I took it in my hand and slowly pumped it. I knew she’d like to see that. I knew she like to watch me get myself nice and hard. “Go on,” I said to her. “Tell me the rest.”

“Well, I was there late and walking down the hall when I dropped my books. It was right in front of the principal’s office,” she said. As she spoke, she kind of acted out her story pretending to drop some books. “So, I bent over to pick them up.”

Diana was now facing away from and she bent over at the waist and Ankara escort pretended to pick things up off of the floor. In this position, her pussy was completely exposed and open to my view. She looked so good in those knee high socks bent over like that.

She stayed in that position as she went on, looking back at me as she did although she wasn’t looking in my eyes. Her gaze was focused on my hard cock. “I didn’t realize that my skirt had rode up too high and didn’t hear Principal Rogers come up behind me. That’s why I didn’t realize that he was looking at… well, you know…”

I was really into her story already, and stroked my cock as I listened. “No, I don’t know. What was he looking at?” I wanted to hear it from her.

Diana straightened her knees out more and stuck out her ass a little further. She ran a hand back between her legs and then up towards her pussy. “This,” she said at first as she put her hand onto her pussy. Then, she said it plainly. “He could see my pussy.”

“I can see how that might have happened,” I said in agreement as I watched her start to slowly rub herself. “I can definitely see that.” In my mind, I imagined the principal standing behind her, watching her quietly so that she wouldn’t know he was there. He would have wanted to see her like that for as long as he could.

“Well, as I was picking up the books some papers slipped out and scattered all over the floor,” she went on. Once again, she acted it out pretending to scatter papers around on the floor.

“So, I got down on my hands and knees, like this,” she said and as she was talking she got down onto all fours in front of me, still facing away so that her pussy stayed right in my view. “I was busy picking them all up and wasn’t paying attention at all to the fact that my skirt had slid up even higher,” she said.

Diana leaned her face closer to the floor as if she were collecting her things together. That made her ass stick up nice and high. She was in a position where she was just begging to get fucked. I wasn’t sure if her story was done, and was about to get up and go take advantage of her when she started to tell me more. Instead, I stayed where I was, still stroking my hard cock as I watched and listened.

“I guess that’s when Principal Rogers finally said something to me. He wanted to know what I was doing down there on my hands and knees with my bare ass on display for everyone to see.”

Diana spread her legs a little wider as she talked and her fingers started working her pussy a little faster. She looked back at me again, still focused only on my hard cock.

“So what happened?” I asked her. “Did you get a detention?”

Diana thought about that for a second. “Detention?” she repeated softly then shook her head. “No, Daddy. Principal Rogers wasn’t going to let me off that easy.” Then, almost as an afterthought, she added, “He’s very strict, you know.”

Now her hand slid off of her pussy as she went on with her story. Instead, she slid it around behind her and onto her upturned ass. She squeezed her ass and spread herself open as she talked. “He made me go into his office and then he locked the door. I knew I was in big trouble.” She paused a moment. “I knew what he was going to do to me.”

“What was it, baby? What did he do?” I asked her softly, dying to hear more of her story.

Diana slid her face even lower, eventually resting her head sideways on the floor. That allowed her slide both hands behind her to pleasure herself. She spread herself open with one and rubbed her wet pussy with the other.

“Daddy, that’s when Principal Rogers pushed me down onto my knees in front of him. He pulled his cock out and told me to suck it or I’d be in even bigger trouble.”

Crissy – or was it my wife, I was now getting a little confused as the images played in my head – down on her knees, being ordered to suck some man’s cock. It was a very erotic picture she was painting for me.

“Did you do it, sweetheart? Did you do what he told you to do?”

Crissy (I decided to forget that it was really my wife down there in front of me ready to get fucked, she wanted to play my step-daughter tonight so that’s who she was going to be) first moaned a little as she fingered herself. “Oooh, yes Daddy. I did. I had to do it! He’s the principal! Besides, he took my head in his hands and forced me to do it.”

“He pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked on it, just like he told me to do. I sucked on it until it was really, really hard!” She looked back once again at me and said, “Just like your cock is now, Daddy! Big and hard, just like yours!”

Crissy now got up and Ankara escort bayan crawled over to where I was sitting. She got up on her knees, then pulled her stretchy top down until her tits popped out. She looked so hot like that, on her knees in front of me with her tits hanging out lewdly.

She took my cock in her mouth and sucked, bobbing her head up and down to take as much of me into her mouth as she could. After a minute, she stopped just long enough to look up at me. As she did, she licked under the sensitive tip of my cock slowly, then said to me softly. “I think I made him feel good. Does it feel good to you, Daddy?”

I hadn’t really touched her until then, but now I took her ponytails in my hands and pushed her back down onto my rock hard cock. “Oh yes, baby. You make me feel very good when you suck on me like that.” I took control of her for a minute, making her head bob faster and pushing myself in a little deeper. I imagined that Principal Rogers had probably done it just the same way. It felt so good that I almost came right then.

Crissy sensed that I was reaching that point and pulled herself away. She stayed in front of me for a moment panting, staring at my hard cock. Then, she stood up and leaned forward until her hands were on the back of the couch on either side of my head. In this position above me, it left her big tits hanging down right in my face. Naturally, I reached up and squeezed them until her nipples were nice and hard. I leaned forward and opened my mouth, licking and sucking her nipples into my mouth.

“Yes, Daddy. Principal Rogers did that, too. He made me show him my tits and he played with them, just like you’re doing. He made my nipples so hard, just like they are now!”

I kept sucking and squeezing for a long time, until suddenly she stood up. Her hair was getting messier and her face was flushed. The look in her eyes was one of wildness.

Crissy backed up slowly, a little unsteady. She crawled onto her hands and knees onto the coffee table, her body now sideways to me so that I could see her nice tits hanging down and her ass sticking nicely up in the air. She looked so sexy with her tits hanging out over the top of the tiny shirt and her legs still clad in those striped socks.

“Do you know what he did to me next, Daddy?” she asked breathlessly. “Do you know how Principal Rogers punishes girls who behave like me?”

I shook my head, at the same time standing up and moving behind her. “No, baby. What did he do to you?”

Almost without warning, she reached behind herself and slapped her ass hard. Then again. Her voice suddenly got very hard… angry. “He pushed me over his desk and gave me a very hard spanking, Daddy. He told me I had been a very bad girl and that this is was what happened to girls like me.” She spanked herself again. “He said that I was going to get just what I deserved.”

Crissy looked back again at me now. She spread her legs open wider as she did, making sure that her pussy was nice and open for me. “Daddy, is that what you think happens to girls like me? Is that what you think, too?” She moved her head lower then and made her ass stick out even more.

“SMACK!” The force behind the spanking I had just delivered onto her sexy ass was a little more than I had expected, but Crissy had really gotten me worked up. She definitely needed to be taught a lesson and I was going to give it.

She squealed. It had also taken her by surprise. “Daddy! Ow! Please, not so hard!”

“Quiet!” I growled at her, then landed several more hard slaps to her ass. “You need to learn what happens to sluts like you.” After her ass was nice and red, I slid my fingers inside that nice wet pussy of hers. I was not gentle as I finger fucked her from behind. Why should I be gentle to a dirty whore like her? With my free hand, I also landed several more spankings onto her ass.

“Oh Jesus, Daddy!” she groaned as I worked her pussy. “Yes, that’s just what he did to me, too! Just like that! That’s what he did just before he fucked me!”

Those words rang out and it stopped everything. It was very quiet, except for our heavy breathing. After a few moments, I broke the silence. “What did you say?” I asked her. “What did he do?”

Crissy was panting now and it was clear that she wanted it very badly. “He fucked me, Daddy. Right there in his office, bent over his desk. Principal Rogers fucked your little girls pussy…” she paused just a moment before going on, “… he fucked my pussy really hard.”

I moved behind her slowly and grabbed her by the hips. I wasted no time pushing myself inside her. Her pussy was as wet as could be, Escort Ankara but she’s so tight that I still had to push a little harder to get myself inside. I stayed that way, just for a few seconds then started to slowly fuck her. “Like this? Is that what he did? Did he fuck you like this?”

Crissy got back up onto her hands and pushed herself back against me with each thrust. She wanted to feel me inside of her as deep as possible. As we fucked, she urged me to do it harder. “No, Daddy. Not like that. He did it harder. You know what I mean.” Now she looked back over her shoulder at me again. “Like a slut, Daddy. He fucked me hard and fast the way sluts get fucked!”

It was kind of weird, but suddenly I thought that it was real. That she had really been fucked by her principal. This made me a little angry, especially since she made it sound like he had fucked her in a way that I didn’t. I needed to teach her that no one fucks her like I do. I’m the one that fucks her the hardest.

“Oh, you mean more like this!” I exclaimed as I started pounding into her as hard as I could. I reached forward and took her arms, pulling them back so that I could pound into her as hard as possible. With each stroke, I pulled on her arms and forced her pussy down onto my cock as it slammed into her. “Is that the way you like to get fucked! Is that the way dirty sluts like it!” Her tits flopped around as I pounded into her.

“YES!” she cried out. Then, her voice turned into more of a groan. She sounded hoarse, like she was barely able to even speak. “Yes, Daddy. Just like that. That’s the way he did it! He fucked me like just like that Daddy! He fucked me… ”

Now her voice turned into more of a squeal. More like she was losing control, almost ready to come. “OH GOD, YES!… until… SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!…he fucked me…. oh YES! DO IT! He fucked me until I came… Just like… OH YES, DON’T STOP! DO IT! Just like NOW!!!!!!!”

As I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock and begin gushing fluid, that was all it took to send me over the edge as well. A deep, animal-like passion crashed over me. Without even thinking, I reached around her and with both hands took her by her throat, choking her and pulling her back one last time onto my cock. I buried myself as deep as I could and began spurting a huge load of cum deep inside of her. “FUUUCCCCKKK!” I groaned as I felt the cum start to erupt from my balls. It felt like I had not shot a load in weeks and I pumped stream after stream deep inside her pussy.

She was trying to moan, but my grip around her throat was tight and all that really came out was a strangled groan of pleasure. I kept her like that for at least a minute as my cock kept pulsing inside of her. Finally, I released her and she fell forward again onto her hands and knees.

“Oh, FUCK!” she cried out then groaned loudly. She rocked herself slowly back and forth, pushing herself onto me a few more times, wanting to feel the whole length of my cock stroking inside of her as her own orgasm gradually subsided.

After a little longer, she slid forward and off of me. I was the one who groaned now, still wanting to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. She turned around and faced me, then stood up and put her arms around my neck. My own arms fell around her waist and onto her ass as her nice tits pressed into my chest.

She looked up at me and then a smile came over her face. “Crissy’s such a slut, isn’t she!” I realized that my wife had suddenly returned. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me, biting my lip a little before pulling back away. “I’m glad that you are here to help teach her a lesson,” she went on.

“It was my pleasure,” I said to her with a smile of my own.

Then, another look came across her face, but this one was different. This one was hard to understand at first, but I quickly realized that it was the look of a girl caught doing something she shouldn’t have been doing. “That’s what Principal Rogers told me, too,” she said with a gleam in her eye. “That’s what he told me after I stopped by today to talk to him about Crissy… after he helped me pick up the books that I dropped in the hallway…”

As what she was saying slowly sunk into me, Diana slid down once again onto her knees in front of me. Her face was once again level with my still hard cock. She looked up, and said quietly, “That’s what he told me right after he got done fucking me.”

A flush of anger ran through me. “That little slut!” I thought. Then, almost as a subconcious reaction to what she had said, I reached down and once again took her by the ponytails.

This time, though, I pulled on them much harder as I shoved my cock back into her mouth. This time, my cock didn’t stop when it reached the back of her throat. This time, this slut was going to take all of me. This time, it was my wife that needed to be taught a lesson.

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The trumpets sounded, announcing a visitor. Maddox wondered for a moment if Fergus had sent his emissaries to declare war. He moved away from Aidan carefully, but still the boy woke. “Where are you going?” he asked groggily.

“I have to take care of something,” Maddox explained, leaning down to kiss the boy’s soft lips as he pulled on a pair of pants.

“Can I go with you?”

Maddox sighed. “It’s probably best if you stay here in my quarters for the next few days.”

Aidan nodded and stretched in the bed, then curled back under the covers like a cat. “Like it here…” he mumbled.

Maddox felt himself swell with pride slightly at the fact that Aidan was enjoying the bed.

Finally dressed and presentable, Maddox went to the reception area. Before he could sit in his chair, he saw a blur from the corner of his eye and then felt the wind get knocked out of him. As he regained his composure he heard musical laughter behind him.

“Kat!” he exclaimed as he turned. The redheaded woman laughing at him had been like a sister to him since childhood. Her slightly pointed ears and slanted green eyes made her look like an elf, but that wasn’t entirely true. Some from the Edana province claimed to be descendants of the ancient race that had suddenly disappeared. Kat wasn’t one of them. She had left her home at a young age to study under Master Garvey and was now one of the most effective agents in the world.

She shrugged out of her cloak and handed it to the servant next to her. He was a middle aged man who nearly fainted at the sight of her perfect figure in a close fitting, golden gown. Only Maddox knew that Kat was just as dangerous as she was pretty. There had to be at least ten weapons hidden on her petite form.

“So, I hear you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble,” she said.

“I wasn’t aware I was in any trouble yet,” Maddox said.

She shrugged. “Oh. Well, you are. Over a little pierced up slave boy I heard? I didn’t know you were in to that.”

“Well, there hasn’t been a formal declaration made, so for the time I’m safe.”

She shook her head and clicked her tongue. “From what I hear, Fergus isn’t fucking around with formalities. He’s mustering all his forces and hitting you probably in the next few days.”

“How in the world do you even know all this? The boy was stolen not even two days ago.”

“Word spreads like fire,” she said.

“Especially when you make a living being nosy,” Maddox grumbled.

“Well if you’re going to be a jackass I can just leave,” she threatened, though he knew she didn’t mean it.

“Kat…”

“Oh, you know I’m playing. I wouldn’t have come to warn you if you weren’t a half decent jackass. So is this little fucktoy even worth it?”

Maddox felt a low grumble in his throat and it escaped as a growl before he knew what was happening.

“Oh, wow. You really like this one,” Kat commented.

Maddox nodded. “He’s worth fighting for.”

“Well, you definitely have a fight coming for you.”

“I tried to do this the right way, but when that didn’t work…”

“You stole him,” she said with a smile. “I’m so proud of you.”

Maddox smiled half-heartedly.

“Well, can I meet this little slave boy?” she asked.

“Aidan,” Maddox quickly corrected her. “He’s not a slave anymore. He’s mine.”

She smiled knowingly and rephrased her question, “Can I meet Aidan, then?”

“Sure. I left him sleeping in my bed.”

“Oh, hold up. You let him stay in your bed after messing with him? Wow, you got it bad.”

“You could at least try to have a little respect,” Maddox grumbled.

“I could,” she said, then shrugged.

She followed him to his room. “Wait here,” he instructed, but of course she didn’t.

Aidan’s hair Ankara bayan escort was messy and he was sleeping peacefully, hugging Maddox’s pillow to his bare body.

“Aww, he’s so cute,” Kat commented.

“I told you to wait,” Maddox said.

Aidan stirred and mumbled, “Is dinner?” He buried his face into Maddox’s pillow and sighed.

“Too cute,” Kat sighed.

Maddox went to his wardrobe and pulled out a silk shirt that would cover Aidan well enough until he could have some clothes made. He knelt beside the bed and whispered into Aidan’s ear, “Wake up, little one.”

Aidan opened his eyes and smiled at Maddox. “G’morning,” he muttered. Maddox kissed his forehead and gently lifted him out of the bed. He helped Aidan into the shirt and the boy looked so sexy that Maddox wanted to take him then.

Aidan’s stomach rumbled and his face turned pink as he covered the source of the noise. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Kat joined the lovers for a light meal in the library and then left them, setting the time for a meeting early in the morning with Maddox and his officers the next day.

Maddox sipped his wine and watched Aidan pinch little pieces off of the rosemary bread in front of him.

“You and I need to have a discussion,” Maddox said.

Aidan dropped his bread and looked intently at Maddox.

“I feel that I should let you know that I am a Warlord and I tend to get a bit possessive.”

“What does that mean?” Aidan asked.

“You are no longer a slave, but you belong to me, Aidan. I love you so deeply.”

Aidan’s eyes brightened at the words. “I love you too, Maddox!” He settled into Maddox’s lap and hugged him tightly. “I love you so much. I want to be with you forever.”

Maddox smiled at the words and ran his finger through Aidan’s hair. Still, he wasn’t sure that Aidan fully understood. “Aidan, do you know why vampires like to keep human slaves?”

“Food and labor,” Aidan guessed.

“Not quite. You see, we have a natural need to dominate. It is what drives us. There will be times that I will feel a need. I may wish to tie you to the bed and blindfold you. At times, I may even spank you.”

“Like punishments?” Aidan asked.

“In a way, yes. But this will be different than slavery. This will be something deeper. I love you, Aidan, so much that you are the only one I wish to be with. Do you realize how rare it is for a vampire to desire only one person?”

“I don’t understand,” Aidan whimpered.

“What I want is for you to willingly give yourself to me, body, mind, heart, and soul. If you do that, then you may find that you enjoy your punishments.”

“I hate being punished. I never want to be punished.” Aidan’s body was shaking badly and he was pushed away from Maddox, falling to the floor and sobbing. “I promise I’ll be good, just please I don’t want punishments.”

Maddox went against his nature and knelt down on the floor next to Aidan. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” Maddox said.

Aidan slowly calmed down and finally spoke. “When I was being trained, they would…they beat me. It hurt. I had bruises all over me and I was so scared. I thought it would be different with you, Maddox. I thought you would not beat me.”

Maddox cringed. “I would never beat you. At times you might be uncomfortable sitting down after a spanking, but I promise you I will only use my hands, and I will not leave deep bruises. And I would never…” Maddox took Aidan’s face into his hand and looked into the boy’s eyes. “I will never beat you. I don’t want you to fear me. I want you to desire me, even when I am punishing you. It will be a pleasurable experience.”

Aidan seemed uncertain.

“I will write a list of rules and consequences. It will be fair. We will both agree to Escort bayan Ankara it and sign. This is called a contract.”

Aidan nodded. “I just want to be with you.”

“That’s what I want too. But you see, you and I are different. I like to think it’s as if I have an animal inside me. That animal wants to control you and lock you away so that only it can have you. It’s the same animal that craves blood to keep it alive.”

“Do you even like the animal?” Aidan asked shyly. “I’m sorry, I’ve just always been so curious about vampires. I don’t know how it is they do the things I’ve seen them do.”

“I’ve had this beast in my mind since birth. Some people can be transformed, but we’ll discuss that later. The animal and I have a sort of agreement, it gives me its power and I feed it blood. If I don’t feed it, it will take its powers away and I will wither and die.”

“I heard that all the vampires have different powers,” Aidan said.

“This is true. All have certain traits such as strength, speed, fangs, and claws. Others are different. Some can read thoughts as if they were words on a page, the most powerful of them can even rewrite the thoughts. Others can move objects with their thoughts.”

“What is your special power?” Aidan asked.

“I can take the shape of a wolf.”

Aidan’s eyes widened to the size of coins. “Can I see that?”

Maddox took the boy into his arms. “Not yet. I’m still quite young and I’m not sure I could control the wolf near something it wants so badly.”

“How old are you, Maddox?”

“One hundred and thirty.”

“That’s really old…I mean, not to say…just compared to me that’s old.”

“You’re so young and…sweet.” Maddox punctuated his last word with a light lick on Aidan’s neck. He kissed the tender skin. Aidan trembled and clung to Maddox.

Maddox stood with the boy in his arms, running his finger over the tight opening between his pale, plump cheeks. The two kissed as Maddox carried Aidan to the bedroom.

“Wait here,” he instructed, setting Aidan on the bed.

Maddox returned with a silk strip of dark fabric. He gestured for Aidan to come and Aidan hastily obeyed. “Get on your knees,” Maddox rumbled.

Aidan obeyed. Maddox’s cock was so close to his face that Aidan could smell his arousal. Maddox covered Aidan’s eyes with the cloth. Aidan gasped at the lack of sight and was uncomfortable for a moment until he felt the head of Maddox’s cock pressing on his lips.

Aidan ran his tongue over the head, licking away the dripping pre-cum. Maddox groaned and pressed further into Aidan’s mouth. Aidan brought his hands up, raking it over Maddox’s low-hanging testicles. Maddox made a low, rumbling, humming sound and held his cock up so that Aidan could lick at his balls. Aidan took one of the ovals into his mouth and let it slip out. “Do that again,” Maddox demanded. Aidan obeyed.

Maddox groaned with pleasure and pulled at Aidan’s hair. Aidan started to suck him, taking his cock as far into his mouth as he could. What he couldn’t take in his mouth, he stroked with one hand. The other hand was busy caressing Maddox’s sack.

Maddox lifted Aidan on to the bed and placed him in the perfect position for 69. Aidan moaned the moment Maddox’s lips touched his leaking head. The two lovers pleasured each other, reaching new heights of ecstasy.

Maddox came more than he could ever remember. He thought the waves of bliss would never stop. Aidan eagerly lapped up at the semen eagerly. The beast in Maddox’s mind was screaming to claim Aidan and Maddox had no desire to fight him. He wrapped Aidan tightly in his arms, stroking the boy’s sex with one hand and removing the blindfold with the other. Aidan gasped as Maddox began to kiss and suck on his neck. Maddox turned Bayan escort Ankara one of the hoops in Aidan’s nipple and the boy writhed in his arms.

“Please…please…” the boy repeated over and over. Though Maddox hadn’t said it, Aidan knew what the beast and man wanted.

Maddox’s canine teeth sharpened and lengthened to long fangs like a feral cat. Aidan whimpered at the feel of the sharp points on his delicate skin. Maddox stroked faster and as soon as the boy climaxed, sunk his teeth into Aidan’s neck.

Aidan screamed with pain and pleasure. The animal inside Maddox purred with contentment. Mine, he thought.

***

“So…either there’s some sort of wild monster in your castle, or you and little Aidan were going at it after I left,” was Kat’s opening line at the meeting.

The three trusted officers did their best to hide their laughter.

Maddox glowered at the woman. She was very difficult to deal with early in the morning.

“What am I dealing with, Kat?” Maddox asked.

“Well, my sources tell me you can expect around five hundred vampires and at least three thousand humans from Fergus’s own forces. His allies are expected to contribute seven thousand of their human troops and possibly a thousand more vampire soldiers. So far your allies that are aware of the situation are wary to send troops to your aide.”

“Shit…” Captain Raven said. She was a sturdily built woman, with heavy lidded eyes and a slow voice. Her appearance was deceiving, however, as she was the fasted vampire Maddox had ever seen.

Kat nodded. Her choice of clothing for the day was another form-fitting gown, this one with a long slit up to her thigh and deep emerald in color. The young Lieutenant Inti was having trouble keeping his eyes on the maps covering the table. “Well,” Kat said as she pulled a dagger from her coifed hair to use as a pointing stick. “Your best chances will come from here…and here”—she gestured to the Geir and Delyth provinces—”but I doubt they would be able to make it in time to be of any help with the initial attack.”

Maddox scratched his head. It all seemed so overwhelming, but the image of Aidan with Maddox’s dark purple mark on his neck inspired Maddox to press onward.

“What about a Patamon?” Maddox suggested suddenly.

“Do you really think that Fergus would willingly fight you one-on-one?” Kat scoffed. “He’s a coward.”

“The only thing worse than his cowardice is his pride. If I challenge him publicly he will have to accept or be ridiculed by all.”

Kat turned her head from side to side, as if examining the idea. “I suppose, but at the most you have a few days.”

“You could…never mind,” Inti said quickly.

“What was your idea?” Kat said, her voice taking on a seductive tone.

The young man stammered a few times before finally saying. “Y-you hurt his pride even m-more. If you call for a formal m-m-meeting to officially declare war and then announce to all who at-attend about Fergus’s underhanded p-p-plan and how shocked you are…then challenge him…”

Maddox smiled wickedly. “Kat, I will need your help to make this happen. I trust that you can spread word of my outrage before I demand a meeting tomorrow.”

Kat nodded. “Of course I can. Too easy. I might even have time for a nice roll in the sack before your little war council.” Kat wiggled her eyebrows at Inti and the young officer barely hid his reaction.

“Kat, stop flirting and just give the man what he wants.”

Kat stuck out her tongue. “Give little Aidan a nice kiss for me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Aww, fuck you too, Maddy.”

***

Maddox returned to his room to find Aidan trying on a new pair of plain brown pants and a crème-colored linen shirt. The vampire stood behind his boy and gently kissed the mark on his neck. “Do you like your new clothing, little one.”

Aidan nodded and kissed Maddox’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Maddox said. “It will be alright. Soon you and I will be together peacefully.”

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I could tell that my wife was asleep. She had rolled over on to her side and was facing away from me.

Man, I felt horny. Earlier today, Rose, the neighbour’s daughter, had coerced me home. I had received a phone call where Rose told me she had tied herself my bed, the same bed I was in right now with my wife.

Rose had set me up. She had tied herself naked to my bed and begged me to come home and fuck her. When I eventually got back, I saw Rose lying flat on our bed tied spread-eagled to the corners. She had discovered my old set of leather bondage cuffs and used them to tie herself up.

Rose has a fantastic figure. I drank in the sight of her before she realised that I was staring at her. Rose has beautiful firm tits which stand up proudly on her chest, but most of all, I loved staring at Rose’s long thin legs that had been held wide apart by ropes and bondage cuffs.

Remembering back to earlier that afternoon made my cock raging hard. I thought about Rose’s delicate pussy lips. I remembered seeing her slightly parted pussy lips with remnants of my cum oozing out. I grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it. I don’t regularly masturbate in bed when my wife is asleep. She doesn’t approve of me playing with myself.

I remembered the light sheen of Rose’s juices on her smooth white skin. I remembered how wet Rose already was when I discovered her on my bed.

We’d had a conversation about Rose shaving my wife’s pussy smooth. I looked over at my sleeping wife. We hadn’t had sex for such a long time and knowing that her pussy was smooth and hairless was driving me to distraction. I remembered hearing from Rose that she thought my wife could be bisexual.

I teased my nipples as I stroked my cock. My nipples are extremely sensitive, and I love them being played with. Rose has hard nipples with puffy, swollen areolae. I had eaten Rose out as she was spread wide open for me to use.

I remembered the lustful look on Rose’s face as I placed the tip of my hard cock gently into the folds of her labia. I have the image of the expression on Rose’s face etched into my mind as I plunged my cock into her virginal pussy.

I gripped my hand tighter around my cock, but it felt nothing like the excellent vice-like grip of Rose’s pussy. I could almost Ankara escort imagine hearing Rose exclaim “Yes s s s . . . Oh, Fuck! That feels tight,” as she felt a man take her for the first time.

Just then, my wife stirred. Was she awake? Damn! I thought.

I stopped stroking my cock. My wife rolled over to face me. I lay still for a while, as I tried to assess whether my wife was awake. I kept squeezing my cock. I could hear my wife’s gentle breathing, but I couldn’t figure out how deeply she was sleeping.

My hand gripped the head of my cock, and I was stroking it with the slightest of movements. I hoped my wife would roll away.

My breathing stopped when I felt a hand gently touch my nipple. ‘Keep playing with yourself,’ was whispered in my ear as a pair of fingers gently pinched one of my nipples.

I tentatively started stroking my cock again. The picture I had in my mind was of Rose straining at the restraints while she cried out “Oh, Fuck. I’m cumming” over and over. I could still visualise Rose staring up at me with slightly crossed eyes in the ecstasy of her first cock-induced orgasm.

I felt my wife’s other hand reach across and start pinching my other nipple. I have always had very sensitive nipples and feeling both my nipples being pinched as I stroked my cock was an exquisite distraction. I was unsure as to my wife’s intentions as she had not shown any sort of sexual interest in me for years.

I was wondering whether it was wrong of me to be thinking of fucking the neighbour’s daughter while playing with myself as my normally frigid wife teased my nipples. My conscience was not so troubled by these thoughts as I felt my own orgasm building up.

I remembered Rose saying “cum inside me” as I had fucked her only eight hours earlier. She pleaded for me to cum inside her. My breathing slowed down, and I tightened my grip on my cock. My nipples felt rock hard as they were gently teased.

My orgasm crept up, and finally, I erupted with my cum splattering all over my chest. One spurt even landed on my neck. I kept pumping as the orgasmic pulses subsided. I have learnt not to make any noise when cumming near my wife, and this was no exception. It was apparent, however, that I had cum as I eventually stopped pumping my cock as Ankara escort bayan I slumped down in euphoric bliss.

‘Did you enjoy that?’ asked my wife in a soft voice.

‘Yes,’ I replied with caution as I remembered thinking of taking Rose’s virginity. It felt good to be responsible for introducing her to the joys of sex with a man.

‘Can you reach over and get my vibrator?’ asked my wife.

Oh, God! I thought. Her vibrator was in the toy draw of my nightstand. It hadn’t been cleaned since I had used it on Rose earlier in the day. I leant over and opened the lowest draw of my nightstand. At least it was on top of all the other stuff especially the four leather bondage cuffs that had also been used earlier in the day.

My wife had rolled away from me, and I slid the vibrator over to her under the blankets. I touched her skin for the first time in ages. I discovered that she was wearing a one-piece thong suit in bed. The swimsuit design that my wife was wearing in bed was such that it was almost entirely backless. Two thin straps went across her shoulders that merged in the thong. It was extremely high cut in the waist and low cut around her boobs. I wondered whether it was the blue swimsuit I had seen her try on a few days ago.

My wife took the vibrator from me, and I could feel her wiggle around as she parted her legs. A gentle hum started up from under the blankets. I heard my wife moan the slightest ‘oh . . .’ as I presumed she had inserted the wiggling, vibrating tool into her pussy. I reminded myself, again, that her pussy was hairless.

As my wife moved about, her arse backed up to my hard cock. My hands were under the blankets, and I ran them down the bare skin from the sides of her rib cage to her arse cheeks. I ran my hands back up to the sides of my wife’s tits. She had teased my nipples just now so I decided to reciprocate. My fingers explored the skin of her side boobs.

I remembered gazing at my wife a few days ago as Rose had shaved her pussy. My wife really did have a fabulous figure. I knew she had lovely tits. She usually wore a D-cup bra as my hands brushed her amazingly hard nipples.

I find hard nipples to be highly erotic, and I remembered gazing at Rose’s swollen pink areolae. In my mind, I could imagine Rose’s Escort Ankara dark pink nipples and areolae that had stuck out beautifully. They were such a beautiful contrast to her beautiful fair skin.

As I brushed my wife’s nipples, I heard her moan ‘oh . . .’ ever so softly. I wondered whether my wife was thinking of Rose as well. My wife’s tits weren’t as perky as they used to be, but it was nice feeling her as she lay next to me in the sheerest of one-piece swimsuits. My mind drifted back to the image of Rose’s impressive, youthful tits.

‘Oh . . .’ moaned my wife once more.

I remembered laying my wife’s vibrator on Rose’s sweet young pussy so that the vibrating pearl beads rested against her pussy lips. This was just after I had tied Rose back up to my bed – this same bed that my wife was sharing with me tonight.

My wife twisted around as I thought of Rose turning her body after I applied pressure to the vibrator. Rose had pulled at the restraints when the pearl beads teased her clit.

My wife’s twisting caused the head of my cock to slip into the small of her back. It rested in between her skin and the thong string of the one-piece suit. The pressure on the sensitive glans of my cock felt exquisite.

‘Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . .’ moaned my wife as I remembered Rose crying out “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” as she had had a massive orgasm from the same vibrator.

I used one hand to reach down to grasp my wife’s wrist. I used my other arm to pull her tightly against my body. I managed to hold the vibrator deep inside my wife as she squirmed against me. I managed to squeeze my wife’s hairless labia against the vibrating pearl beads. She must have been able to feel my hard cock pressing into the small of her back as she writhed around.

In the low light of the room, I could just make out that my cum had become smeared all over her back. I felt quite feral to be marking my wife with my scent in such a way.

‘Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . .’ moaned my wife louder. ‘Please stop, please stop,’ she cried as I continued to hold the vibrator deep inside her. Hearing a woman in the throes of orgasm usually sends me over the edge, and my cock erupted once more as my wife moaned loudly during her orgasm.

‘PLEASE STOP’ shouted my wife and I knew we were back to reality once more as my fantasy bubble burst and my cock’s twitching subsided.

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Crunching up another piece of paper, I sit back in my work chair and yawn. Looking at my watch I notice it’s getting kind of late. Spinning my chair around, I stand up and stretch. I can feel my shirt pulling out from the waistband of my slacks. My bra straps hang loose in the front for a moment while I lift my arms. Looking around, I see that no one is in the office. There’s one light on at a desk but the seat is empty. I grab my purse and walk around my desk and towards the back door. I turn left and walk down the hall to the ladies room. The door to the men’s and women’s are identical save for the sign.

Not even looking, I push open the door while checking my phone. A few new texts, a missed call, nothing is really going on. Walking in, I put my phone away and drop my purse on the small modern looking sofa. Looking in the mirror, I see myself. My hair is a little disheveled from working all day. But all in all it’s just how I looked when I left for work this morning. I take off my glasses and clean them before reaching into my purse; I pull out some lip-gloss Ankara escort and put a little dab on the middle of each lip.

Smacking my lips together I put the gloss back in my purse and turn around, my heels tapping quietly on the tile. Pushing open a stall door, I pull out some tissue paper and wipe the seat. Turning around I unbutton my slacks and shimmy them down to my ankles. My white oxford hangs down to my hips covering half of the blue boy shorts I’m wearing. Looking down, I put a thumb under each side and push down as I sit on the toilet seat. I can feel the warmth between my legs slowly cool with the lacy panty no longer there. I spread my legs, the soft fabric of my slacks rustling around my ankles. Slightly apart, my legs stop, trapped by the waist of the pants. I lean back simply relaxing for a moment.

It’s been a long day. Lunch was hours ago and dinner is for when I get home later. I close my eyes and can still see the huge pile of work I still have to do. My left hand moves in between my legs. My palm rested against my mound idly stroking through Ankara escort bayan the hair. The soft gentle touching over my pussy excites me. A soft moan escapes my lips. “I like my job,” I think to myself, “but it can get to be too much.” Working everyday has slowly drained the excitement from my life, moments like these are when I wake up from the banality of paperwork and the monotony of my 7am-3pm existence. “Maybe when I get transferred things will be better,” I think. A moan slowly turns into a whimper as I feel my middle finger slide into my moistening slit.

I crack my eyes, looking down I see my hand between my tan white thighs while my breasts slowly rise and fall. My other hand struggles with the top two buttons of my shirt. One, two, my shirt is open. The skin above my bra begins to cool but stays warm. My thoughts disappear as I watch my hand push down my bra. The straps dig into my shoulders then ease up as my breasts slip free of the bra. Air-conditioned coolness on my nipples, I lean back on the toilet. My middle finger is joined by a second.

My Escort Ankara lips part slightly releasing a moan louder than any previously. I feel a wetness spreading down the joint of my thighs. I look down, watching my hand, hearing for the first time the rhythmic squelching my fingers are making as they penetrate over and over. I laugh, amused at the sound, but my laughter turns quickly into another whimpering moan as my legs involuntarily widen. My back arches, tilting my head towards the ceiling. I feel a cool slide next to my ears, my earrings I realize. My glasses seem suddenly heavy, and my face is warm and flushed.

My right hand is slowly teasing my nipples, playing with the metal ring in my left breast while my other hand is finding some natural rhythm. I’m breathing harder and faster, each sweep of my finger elicits a new and louder moan. I am alone in my private world; oblivious to all the concerns and worries I had five minutes ago.

I don’t notice the barely audible sound of the washroom door swinging open. My fingers pull out, too far this time and I begin leaking. The smell fills the stall, I breathe in, shuddering as I open my eyes. Down, past my exposed breasts, beyond my sodden bush, and under the edge of the stall door is a pair of gleaming black dress shoes…

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–SESSION 11– Paige, Nicole, Chelsea and Janine

Peter woke up the next morning with the excited glee of a man who had won the lottery. The triplets had smothered him into oblivion, and he knew things would only get better from here. It was time to begin combining girls into larger sessions, where he would further assert his newfound power.

As he went about his day, Peter’s mind raced with fantastic possibilities. Who would he summon first? And what would he have them do? He found himself licking his lips over and over again as fantastic fantasies crawled through his brain. And one of the best parts? Their tits were still growing. He didn’t know when exactly the drug would lose its effect, but he fully intended to hold onto this harem for as long as he could.

Peter texted Paige, Nicole, Chelsea and Janine first. He wanted to segment the twenty women into five ensembles of four—not so many that he would be totally overwhelmed, but enough that he could fully spoil himself. He noted that his plan was not to have sex with them yet; another round of exclusive breast focus was just what he needed, especially if he intended to hold his load long enough to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

He arrived at Paige and Nicole’s house at the designated time for Chelsea and Janine to arrive. The two sisters opened the door, and Peter once again mentally thanked the drug for the fantastic bounty it was continually bestowing upon him.

Paige and Nicole were each at least F cups by now. They wore fluffy white bathrobes, as per Peter’s instructions, but he could still see those robes straining to pull their waist ties off and free the girls’ monstrous melons. The two young women were still ready to cater to Peter’s every whim, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey, you.” Nicole winked.

“Come on in, baby.” Paige grinned, welcoming him in.

Peter received a warm, wet kiss from each sister as he entered.

“You girls ready?” he asked.

“You bet we are!” Nicole responded enthusiastically.

“Where are Chelsea and Janine?”

“They’re waiting for you.” Paige replied.

Nicole and Paige led Peter to the house’s master bathroom, where a large, glass-door shower was stationed in the far corner. The bathroom, which belonged to their parents, was lavishly decorated and beautiful to look at, but Peter was thoroughly distracted by Chelsea and Janine, who waited for him in bathrobes that matched those of the two sisters.

Chelsea and Janine were also at F cup level. Peter began to drool as he realized that this was actually going to happen. He had texted the girls two hours ago:

“Paige, Nicole, Chelsea, Janine: group shower at Paige and Nicole’s house. Two hours. Wear bathrobes to discard upon my arrival.”

Now, here they were. It was all happening Ankara escort as he had demanded. Chelsea and Janine smiled warmly at him. Chelsea, with her short hair but beautiful, sultry facial expression, and Janine, with her breasts that looked disproportionate on her frame even before the transformation; now they were simply cartoonish.

Paige, Nicole, Chelsea and Janine lined up in front of Peter, their hands at the ready to discard their only articles of clothing.

“Are you ready, sir?” Chelsea inquired earnestly.

“Yes.” Peter said, with an air of regality, “Take them off.”

His girls obeyed.

Four robes fell to the tile floor, and eight enormous breasts were revealed to his gaze. His mouth fell open. These girls had not been topless in front of him before, but they appeared stunningly unfazed, as though they knew this was a necessity and that they might as well do it. He went from one girl to the next, gawking unabashedly. The quartet simply retained their polite half-smiles, knowing that their role was not even close to fulfilled. After a long moment, Janine’s voice broke the silence.

“Shall we?”

Peter nodded dumbly. The girls approached the shower. Paige ran the water and beckoned Peter over to check its temperature. He signaled that it was appropriate, and the girls began to file in. First Paige, then her younger sister Nicole, then Chelsea and Janine. Each one of them had to hold their boobs in their hands to shove them through the narrow glass doorframe, but soon it was finally time for Peter to enter.

He deftly discarded his own clothes and slipped into the shower, his erection leading the way. He was greeted with the sight of the four women dampening their hair and bodies under the warm spray, naked as the day they were born. It was a tight squeeze in that shower with those four hotties, but Peter had a rough shower agenda in his head. He shut the door, got himself wet and comfortable, and then turned to Nicole.

“Body wash?” he asked.

Nicole nodded and picked up a bottle of thick pink body soap from the edge of the shower. He took it as though it were a scepter, and popped the lid open.

“Who wants to go first?” he inquired, looking the girls over.

None of the girls were particularly excited at the prospect of Peter washing their tits, but they knew it was not up to them, and that he would want them to at least feign enthusiasm.

“Me.” Paige said, stepping forward.

“No, me.” Chelsea countered, stepping even closer.

“Me, please.” Janine said, mimicking her roommate.

“Please, sir.” Nicole pleaded gently, stepping so close to Peter that her F cups almost grazed his bare chest. “Wash mine first.”

Peter decided to grant Nicole’s wish. He poured a healthy handful of body wash into his hand and licked Ankara escort bayan his lips hungrily as Nicole pushed her chest out toward him. Peter thought of all the time he had spent fantasizing about Nicole; how pretty she was, how hot, how desirable, and now here she was. Asking him nicely to wash her enormous breasts, in the shower with three other busty beauties.

It was time.

He took what was his. His slippery hands clutched her huge boobs, smearing them with pink body wash. He smiled and sighed with delight as his slid his palms over her nipples, squishing her flesh between his fingers in ecstasy. The soap only added to his rapture, as he covered Nicole’s rack with suds and made sure every inch was lathered up. He felt no need to wash any other part of her; she and the others knew that this was Titty Time.

Nicole stood there, allowing this to occur, a demure smile etched onto her face. Underneath that was surely some humiliation. Paige, Chelsea and Janine remained under the cascading water, knowing their turns were coming, but wondering who would be next.

Peter bounced Nicole’s tits in his hands a few times, saving their weight and heft. They were truly huge breasts, and they were all his. After a few coats of soap suds, he removed his hands and nodded to Nicole, cuing her to rinse off.

“Chelsea.” he said simply, prompting her to present herself.

As Nicole rinsed, Chelsea stepped forward to within arm’s reach of Peter. He squeezed out some more body wash, and repeated the process with her. He grinned as he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. In spite of herself, she cooed lightly when he did so. He lathered them generously and squeezed their suppleness to his heart’s content.

“Paige.”

Without a word, Paige and Chelsea switched places, and Peter began his third round of tit-scrubbing. Peter locked eyes with Nicole for a moment as he fondled her older sister’s jugs without so much as a single protest.

“I love these titties.” Peter said, breaking the silence.

“I’m glad.” Paige said, smiling warmly.

He jiggled them around and gave them three coats of soap before nodding for Paige to be dismissed and eyeing Janine, who stood in the corner of the shower, waiting patiently and reluctantly for her turn.

“Janine.”

Paige rinsed off next to her sister. To Janine’s surprise, Peter handed her the bottle, indicating that he wanted her to begin the process. She obeyed, squirting a healthy gob just above her rack. Peter went to work, rubbing it in thoroughly and washing his fourth pair of boobs.

“Mmm.” he intoned to himself.

Peter pushed Janine’s breasts together, creating an impressive line of cleavage, and slid them up and down against one another. His smile grew as this reminded him of what he wanted next. He motioned Escort Ankara for Janine to rinse, and then addressed the quartet once more.

“You know, girls, it seems unfair for you to get clean and not me.”

The girls made eye contact, seeming to understand. Nicole and Chelsea put body wash on their hands and stepped toward Peter, arms slightly extended.

“No, no.” Peter corrected. “You know what I want you to use.”

Janine and Paige locked eyes for a moment before taking the body wash from Nicole and pouring it on their enormous tits. They lathered it up themselves this time before stepping closer to Peter. Janine handed the body wash to Chelsea, who took the cue.

Peter looked behind him and saw an outcropping in the shower, used for seating. He took it. Janine and Paige crossed to either side of him, kneeling on the bench.

“Ready when you are.” Peter said, elated at what was about to happen.

Janine and Paige held the undersides of their F cups and pushed them gently yet firmly against Peter’s arms. They began to slide them up and down, washing him with their breasts as though they were using sponges. Janine leaned over and covered Peter’s chest next, as Paige moved upward toward his neck. Those giant boobs felt incredible all over his upper body, so smooth and soft and silken…

“Don’t forget my face.” he told Paige, a smug smile on his face.

Paige merely nodded and raised up on her knees. She shoved her tits in his face and rubbed them around sensually. Peter moaned with joy from insider her wet, slippery cleavage as she washed his face for him. Janine was almost done with his stomach and chest.

When Paige finally released Peter’s head from her tits, he opened his eyes to see Chelsea and Nicole standing at the ready, pink liquid soap already on their huge endowments. As Janine and Paige continued to dutifully wash his arms, he gave them the other two girls their marching orders.

“What about the legs?”

He motioned toward the floor of the shower with his eyes. Chelsea and Nicole’s eyes burned with the quiet fuel of resentment, but after a moment, they took to their knees. Paige watched as her sister and their friend knelt before Peter, totally naked, holding their large breasts upward with their small hands. Slowly, they brought their boobs to his shins.

Peter closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation. Four enormous, sudsy pairs of jugs bulged all over his body, and these four babes rubbed him down gently and lovingly in the best shower he had ever taken. Squishy, warm, supple flesh caressed his arms, shoulders, neck, knees and legs, and he simply laid back and sighed. This was the life.

“Janine, it’s your turn to do my face.”

Janine soaped up her tits some more, lathered up before his eyes, and mushed her rack into his face, securing him tightly in her moist, slippery cleavage.

“Ahhh…” Peter moaned, feeling Chelsea, Nicole and Paige still hard at work.

Now, he wondered, who to summon next? And what would he have them do?

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