Ankara`da Belediye Otobüsü

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Ankara`da Belediye Otobüsü

Sabah bekliyorum. Yaklaşık yarım saat otobüs bekledik durakta ama hepsi tıklım tıklım olduğu için bir türlü binemedik.

En sonunda 3-5 kişilik daha yolcu alabilecek bir otobüs geldi. Gözünü açık tutan 2 erkek ve 3 kız otobüsün ön kapısına ani bir manevra yaptık. Bu 3 kızdan birisiyle hemen hemen aynı saatlerde otobüse biniyoruz ve haftada en az 3 kez karşılaşıyoruz. 22-23 yalşarında bir hatun. Kız çok güzel sayılmaz ama vücudu harika diyebilirim. Ufak ufak birbirimize bakışlar atıyoruz hergün ama bir türlü tanışmayı beceremedik. Nedendir bilmem ama sabahları aşırı bir sex isteği oluşuyor bende. Fakat o güne kadar ne kadar da sex istesem kalabalık otobüsleri hiç değerlendirmedim.

Kaptan zar zor kapatabildi ön kapıyı ve kimin eli kimin cebinde belli olmadan yolculuğa başladık. Benim önümde 30 yaşını aşkın bir bayan var. Onun hemen yanında da sabahları bakıştığımız genç kız, Önümdeki bayanın yanında hafiften boşluk olmasına rağmen o boşluğa bir türlü geçmiyor ve kalçasını bana doğru yaklaştırıyor. Elimde olmadan ona sürtünmeye başladım ama birde bu sıcak yaz gününde iyice ateş basmaya başladı. Ben utancımdan onun kalçasından ne kadar kaçmaya çalışsamda bir türlü başaramadım. En sonunda bu kadar sürtünmeye benim ufaklıkta dayanamadı tabi ve sertleşmeye başladı. Artık ona dayanmak hoşuma gitmeye başlamıştı. Kadın benim ufaklığın sertleştiğini hissetmeye başladı heral de ki. Artık sadece kalçasını oynatmıyor ve ufak ufak kalçalırını hareket ettiriyordu. Bu beni iyice çileden çıkarmıştı ki. O her sabah karşılaştığımız kızın gözünü ikimizin üstünde hissettim.

Ama öyle bir bakış fırlattıki bana korkmadım desem yalan olur. Önümdeki bayanın bunu istediğini nerden bilecek? Otobüste bir laf söylese rezil olacaz. Onun o bakışını gördükten sonra önümdeki bayanın oraya ilerlemeyip boş kalan yere izin isteyip geçtim. Tam iyice zevk vermeye başlayan bir sürtünmenin bittiğine kızsam mı? Yoksa kesiştiğimiz kızın bana laf söylememesine sevin semi? Otobüsün boş olan kısmına geçince o kızla yan yana geldik. Daha doğrusu onun biraz çaprazındayım.

Kız bu sefer kafasını çevirip bana hafif bir tebessümle bakma başladı. Aynı şekilde bende ona. Birkaç dk. sonra busefer o her sabah bakıştığım o güzel vücutlu kız bana kalçasını yaklaştırmaya başlamaz mı? Niye yalan söyleyim bundan önceki o yarım kalan zevk hala etkisini gösterdiği için busefer hiç kaçmaya çalışmadım. Hatta o bana dokundurmaya başlayınca ben hafif onun çarprazındaki olan yerimi tam onun arkasına gelecek şekilde değiştirdim. Okadar harika bir histi ki bu anlatamam. Altında yaz günü olduğu için incecik bir kumaş pantolon vardı. Ama inanın sanki hiç pantolonu yokmuş gibi hissediyordum. Benim ufaklık 2 kalça arasına öyle bir değiyordu ki. O ise hem kalçalırını oynatıyor, hem de kalçasını arasıra sıkıp gevşetiyordu. Böylece benimki iki kalçası arasında bir sıkışıyor bir gevşiyordu. Önceden sadece belden aşağımız birbirine değerken artık bütün vücudumu ona yaslamıştım. Onun sırtını benim göğsümde hissetmek daha fazla bir tat almama neden oluyordu. Bu şekilde yaklaşık 15dk. yolculuk ettik. Daha sonra o –ŞÖFÖR BEY DURAKTA ÖN KAPIYI AÇABİLİRMİSİNİZ– diye seslenince öyle bir kötü oldum ki anlatamam. Bu denli bir zevki ve heyecanı hiçbir sex ilişkimde yaşamamıştım.

Durakta kapı açıldı ve kız indi. E benim ne yapmam gerekir? Tabi ki bende peşinden indim otobüsten. Yanına gittim ve onunla tanışmak istediğimi söyledim. Kızın bana verdiği cevap aynen şuydu: —ASLINDA ÇOK HOŞ VE YAKIŞIKLI BİR ÇOCUKSUN SENİNLE TANIŞMAYI İSTERDİM AMA BEN EVLİ BİR BAYANIM. SENİ RED ETDİĞİM İÇİN KUSURA BAKMA. FAKAT SANA ŞUNU SÖYLEYİM: AÇIK ALANLARDA VE HERKESİN İÇİNDE EROTİZME BAYILIYORUM. BANA ÇOK BÜYÜK BİR ZEVK VE HEYECAN VERİYOR BU. İSTERSEN BUNDAN SONRA HER SABAH BERABER BİNERİZ OTOBÜSE AMA BENİMLE NE DURAKTA NE OTOBÜSTE NE DE BAŞKA YERDE TANIMAYACAKSIN….— Ne diyeceğimi bilemedim açıkçası onun bu lafından sonra. Sadece –Tamam– dedim.

Önceden haftada durakta 3 kez karşılaşıyosak artık hergün onun gelmesini bekliyorum durağa. Bulunduğumuz yer itibarıyla hergün tıklım tıklım olan otobüslere zar zor biniyoruz. ve bu sürtünme hergün oluyo. Ama artık kıza hak vermeye başladım. Eğer arkadaş olup flört yapmaya başlasaydık belki bukadar zevk alamazdık bu yaptığımızdan. İnanın butür şeyler insana normal bir seksten çok daha fazla haz veriyor.

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Sikici Erkeğime ;
Aşkım…! Seni çok uzun zamandır tanıyorum. Yıllar önce sen benim ile ben de senin ile evleneceğimizi tahmin dahi etmiyorduk. Yollarımız evlilik çatısı altında birleştiğinde senin ile seni çok severek evlendim. Giderek monotonlaşan cinsel hayatımız yaşadığın sağlık sorunu ile bitme noktasına geldiğinde kendimi çok yalnız ve çaresiz hissediyordum. Sen orada canın ile savaş verirken senden cinsel anlamda bir şeyler bekleyemezdim. Neredeyse her hece üzerimde sadece külotum olacak şekilde yanına yatmış ve her gece senin ile yaşayacağım ilişkinin hayali ile uyuyup sabah tuvalette ya da banyoda kendi kendimi tatmin ederken güne başlamıştım. Yaşadığımız bu olumsuzlukların bizi bir gün boşanma noktasına getirmesinden ve seni kaybetmekten korkuyordum. Birkaç gün önce sen acı içinde uyanıp kıvranırken çözüm bulması için komşumuz Erkan’ı gidip çağırdığımda çok telaşlıydım. Akşamdan yanına yatarken senin ile sevişebilme ihtimalini düşünerek üzerime sadece kırmızı mini külotumu giymiştim. Telaşla Erkan’ı çağırmaya gittiğimde elime geçirebildiğim siyah transparan gecelik vardı üzerimde. Erkan ile birlikte yatak odasına gelip sana iğne yapıp krem sürdükten sonra fark etmiştim üzerimdeki kıyafetleri. Sen iğnenin yatıştırıcı etkisiyle ve kremim rahatlatmasıyla uyuya kalmıştın Erkan ellerini yıkamak için banyoya girdiğinde ne olduysa oldu ve biz öpüşmeye başladık. Yaptığın şeyin doğru olup olmadığını sorgulama şansım olmadan duygularıma ve aldığım zevke yenik düştüm. Sen hemen içerde uyuyorken Erkan’ın beni kolları sarasına alması beni çıldırtmıştı. Vücudumu teşhir etmeyi seviyorum bilirsin ama bu kadarına cesaret edebileceğimi hiç düşünmemiştim. Her şey çok ani ilerledi ve Erkan ile gittiğimiz salon da yaşadığım ilişk**en çok zevk aldım. Devamında bu olum bitenleri sana nasıl anlatacağımı düşünürken bu gece yaşadıklarımız sonucunda yaptığın kulaklık sürprizi ve başlattığın itiraf oyunu için sonsuz teşekkür ediyorum sana. Sıranın bende olduğunu düşünüyorum. Benim itiraflarımı dinlemeye hazır mısın ? Sen benim sikici erkeğimsin. Sen benim aygırımsın. Sen benim hayat arkadaşım ve en değerli varlığımsın. Senin gibi biri ile evli olduğumdan dolayı kendimi çok şanslı hissediyorum. Bu gece bana yaşattıklarını hiçbir zaman unutmayacağım. Hayatım boyunca yaşadığım en güzel geceyi senin ile yaşadığımdan dolayı sana sonsuz teşekkür ediyorum. Cinsel hayatımızın kabuk değiştirdiğini ve bundan sonra çok daha iyi olacağını görebiliyorum. Kurallarını birlikte çizeceğimiz bu oyunu birlikte devam ettirirken sana doyumsuz geceler yaşatmak için sabırsızlanıyorum. Sen bu dünyadaki en değerli varlığımsın ve ben seni çooook seviyorum aşkım…

Cümlesi ile epeyce silip değiştirdiğim ve düzenlediğim mektubum son halini almıştı. Bu yazdığım mektubu telefonuma kendi sesim ile kaydedip sabah kocama dinlettirmeye karar verdim. Bu karar ile birlikte henüz sabah ki planlarım netleşmemişti ama yavaş yavaş şekilleniyordu. Çok heyecanlıydım. Oturduğum masadan kalkıp mutfağa giderek kendime dolaptan bir bardak su alarak tekrar geldim masaya. Kendi sesim ile mektubumu kaydetmek için sabırsızlanıyordum. Getirdiğim suyun yarısını için boğazımı temizledikten sonra kayıt için hazırdım. Birkaç kötü denemeyi silip ses tonumu ve kendimi hazırladıktan sonra yaptığıma inandığım en güzelini dinledikten sonra yüzümde gülücükler açmıştı. Telefonumun ekranında saatin 06:40 olduğunu görebiliyordum. Saatlerdir kocama bir mektup yazmak ve onu kaydetmek için uğraşıyordum sabahın bu saatinde. Aniden sabah kocam için kahvaltı hazırlayıp yatağına götürerek sürprizlerime başlamak geldi aklıma. Kocam henüz uyanmamıştı ama ne zaman uyanacağını da bilemediğim için ne kadar zamanım vardı bilmiyorum. En azından mektup ve itiraf işi cepteydi. Oturduğum masadan kalkarak mutfağa gittim. Kocamın uyanması en son isteyeceğim şey olacaktı ki bunun için mutfağın kapısını kapatmıştım çoktan. Dolaptakileri hızlı bir şekilde gözden geçirdikten sonra dolaptan mantar ve salamları çıkartarak işe koyuldum. Tereyağında mantarlı yeşil biberli ve salamı yumurtalar ile buluşturarak bir omlet yaptım kıvamının kocamın istediği şekilde olmasına dikkat ederek. Dolaptan çıkarttığım tulum peyniri , yeşil ve siyah zeytin , terayağı ve bal ikilisi , birkaç dilim ekmek ile birlikte eksik olan çatal , peçete ve içeceğini tepsiye koyduğumda harika görünüyordu. Ben de kurt gibi acıkmıştım ki omlet yaparken ve tepsiyi hazırlarken atıştırmayı ihmal etmedim. Son olarak omlet te tepsideki yerini almıştı. Çok beceremesem de bez peçeteden yapabildiğim gülden çok her şeye benzeyen bez peçeteyi de tepsiye koyduktan sonra derin bir nefes alıp eksik olup olmadığını kontrol ettim. Her şeyin hazır olduğunu görebiliyordum. Birkaç saat sonra işe gitmek üzere evden çıkmış olmam gerektiğinden dolayı çok hızlı hareket etmem gerektiğini biliyordum. Saçlarımdaki havluyu çıkartıp kurumaya yüz tutmuş saçlarımı ellerimle şekillendirdikten sonra çıkarttığım bornozum ile havluyu banyoya yavaşça koyup kocamın uyanıp uyanmadığını kontrol ettim. İşler yolundaydı ve henüz uyanmamıştı. Üzerimde sadece iç çamaşırlarım vardı. Tepsiyi ve telefonumu yanıma alıp yatak odasına doğru yürürken Beşiktaş marşını açmıştım telefonumdan. Kocam bir Beşiktaş aşığıydı ve rastgele bir zamanda ondan başka onu mutlu edecek bir müzik gelmemişti aklıma. Evet birazdan tek kale maç vardı ve kocamı bundan daha iyi motive edecek bir şey olamazdı. Beşiktaş marşı koridorun duvarlarında yankılanırken ben elimdeki tepsi ile yatak odasına girdim. Yatağın yanında kocamın görebileceği şekilde beklerken kocam gözlerini açtı. Bir süre Beşiktaş marşını dinlerken ne olup bittiğini anlamadığına iddia girebilirdim. Belki de rüya gördüğünü dahi düşünüyor olabilirdi. Ben de dün gece aynı düşüncelere kapılmış yaşadıklarımın bir rüya olduğunu sanmıştım uzunca bir süre. Yastığının altından çıkartabildiği sağ elinin parmakları ile gözlerini ovuştururken ‘ hayırdır ‘ diyebildi uykulu ve robotik bir ses tonuyla. ‘ Tek kale maç yapacağız sikici erkeğim. Kalk hadi toparlan. Bu Beşiktaş marşı senin için geliyor aşkım. ‘ dedim elimdeki tepsiyi komodine koyarken. Kocam olup bitenlerin rüya olmadığına ikna olmuş olmalıydı ki hızlı bir şekilde önce sırt üstü dönüp sonra yatağın içinde oturarak sırtını yatak başlığına doğru geriye çekerken ben yastığını sırtına koyuverdim. Kocam ,komodin üzerinde kendisi için hazırladığım tepsiyi incelerdu ben tepsiyi alıp kucağına doğru götürürken kocamın gözleri tepsiyi takip etmeye devam ediyordu. ‘ Aşkım neler oluyor ? ‘ dedi kucağındaki tepsinin içinde kendisi için yaptığım omleti hayran hayran incelerken. Omletin üzerine en son attığım yeşil biberler ile kalp işareti yapmıştım ve sanırım kocamın o dikkatini çekmiş olmalıydı. ‘ Söylediğim gibi aşkım birazdan tek kale maç yapacağız ama sahalara aç çıkmak istemezsin sanırım. Önce kahvaltını yapmanı istiyorum ve mümkünse çok soru sormadan. Sen kahvaltına başla bende banyoyu hazırlıyorum. Kahvaltıdan sonra birlikte duş yapacağız sonra maç yapacağız. Ve tüm bunlardan sonra işe yetişmem gerektiği için çok zamanımız yok. Hemen başlasan iyi olur! ‘ dedim yatak odasından banyoya doğru giderken. Kocam olup bitenlere en az dün benim şaşırdığım kadar şaşırmıştı ama duyduklarından sonra odadan çatal sesleri gelmeye başlamıştı. Ben banyoyu hazırlarken içimden kendi kendime itiraflarımı sıralıyordum. Kaç yıllık evliydim ve dürüst olmak gerekirse hiç bu kadar özenli bir kahvaltı hazırlamamıştım kocama. Hatta bir dakika , bir dakika sanırım yatağına götürdüğüm hiç kahvaltı hatırlamıyorum ben. Hem de hiç ! Aynı zamanda evlendiğimden bu yana hiç bu kadar neşe ve mutluluk içinde bir kahvaltı hazırladığımı da hatırlamıyordum. İçinde bulunduğum durum sanırım cinsel mutluluğun içime ve oradan da tüm hayatıma yansıyan büyülü etkisiydi. Banyodaki gereksiz kalabalıkları ayak altından kaldırdım. Suyun sıcaklığını ayarlayıp küvetin dolması için suyu açtım. Komodin üzerine konulan tepsinin sesi kulaklarıma geldiğinde kocamın hızlandırılmış kahvaltısının bittiğini anlamıştım ki kocamın ‘ Maç için hazırım. Şu marşı bir kez daha dinleyip motive olabilir miyim aşkım ? ‘ dediğini duydum.

Hızlıca ellerimi havluya kurulayıp yatak odasına gidip telefonumdan Beşiktaş marşını açarken ‘ Tabi ki aşkım hemen açıyorum. Sen yeter ki iste. Benim sikici erkeğim. Belin nasıl ? Ağrıyor mu ? ‘ diye sordum cevap vermesini bekleyerek. ‘ Belimi siktir et ağrısa da umurumda değil. Kendimi milli maça çıkacak gibi hissediyorum. Belim kırılsa da umurumda değil çıkarım bu maça. Yalnız sabahtan beridir kendimi kral gibi hissediyorum. Krallar maç yapar mı ? ‘ dedi kolları iki yana açık dudakları maymunun götü gibi büzük ve öne doğru sünmüş vaziyette ona doğru gitmemi istercesine. Yanına kadar gidip dudağına bir öpücük kondurmuştum. ‘ Elbette yapar hem de kralını yapar. Gel hadi.’ Diyerek kolundan tutup onu yataktan çıkartmak için sündürüyordum. Üzerindeki pikeyi boştaki eli ile açarak yataktan kalktığında çırıl çıplaktı. Geceden çıplak uyumuştu zaten. Üzerinde kıyafet olmadığından çadır kurmuş diyemiyordum ama önünde maç yapmaya hazır bir alet vardı. Birlikte banyoya girdik. Ben banyonun kapısını kapatırken kocam henüz yarıya kadar dolmuş küvete yerleşti. Duş başlığı ile dün geceden terlemiş ve yapış yapış olmuş tüm vücudunu ıslattıktan sonra duş jeli ile köpürttüğüm lif ile tüm vücudunu köpürtmeye başladım. Kocam her dakika yaşadıklarının bir rüya olmadığına emin oluyor emin oldukça da beni öpücüklere boğuyordu. Öpücükleri arasına sıkıştırabildiği kelimeler ile ‘ kahvaltı harikaydı hayatım. Çok teşekkür ederim. Kendimi çok özel hissettim.’ Diye kesik kesik mırıldandı kulaklarıma. ‘ Sen benim özel sikicimsin. Sen benim aygırımsın. Sen benim bir tanecik kocamsın. Yerim seni yalarım sikini ‘ derken göz bebeklerindeki mutluluğun ateşli dansını görmenizi isterdim. Elimdeki köpüklü lif ile suyun dışında kalan tüm vücudunu köpükledikten sonra omuzlarından beline kadar parmaklarımla masaj yaptım. Küvetin dışına çıkartabildiği eli ile külotumun üzerinden amımı avuçluyor memelerimi okşamaya çalışıyordu. O kadar ilgili hareket ediyordu ki bir klasiği hayata geçirip vücudundaki köpüklerden sağ işaret parmağının ucuna aldığı bir miktar köpüğü burnumun ucuna kondurduğunda göz bebeklerimiz buluşmuş ve yüzümüzde bir gülümseme oluşmuştu. Suyun dışında kalan tüm vücuduna masaj yaptıktan sonra saçlarını şampuanladım ve sonrasında tüm vücudunu durulayıp küvetten çıkarttım kocamı. Bornozunu giydirip saçlarına havlusunu sarmaya çalışırken gözleri mayışmış neredeyse uyuyacak gibiydi suratı. Dudaklarına bir hayat öpücüğü verme zamanı gelmişti. Dudaklarına yapıştım. Alev gibi sıcaktı dudakları. Uzun uzun dudaklarını ıslatarak öptüm. ‘ Sen yatağımıza geç ama sakın uyuma geliyorum ben. ‘ derken poposunu tokatladım artık gidebilirsin der gibi. Kocam banyodan çıkıp yatak odasına giderken ben de hızlı bir şekilde iç çamaşırlarımı çıkartıp soyundum ve suyun altına girdim. Yeniden sabunlanmaya ihtiyaç yoktu sadece tenimin biraz ıslak olmasını istediğim için suya girmiştim. Vücudumu ve saçlarımı ıslattıktan sonra bornozumla saçlarımı ve vücudumu hafif kurulayıp banyodan çıktım. Mutfağa gidip dolaptan dün kocamın yaptığı ayva tatlısından bir miktar tabağa alıp üzerine de dondurma koyduktan sonra mutfaktan yatak odasına doğru yürümeye başladım. Yatak odasına gittiğimde kocam bornozu ile birlikte sırt üstü yatıyor beni bekliyordu. ‘ Sana ayva tatlısı getirdim.’ Dedim elimdeki tabağı göz hizasına doğru indirip gösterircesine. Kocam bulunduğu yerde sırtına yastığı alarak oturup sırtını yastığa yasladı. Bornozu bacaklarına doğru iki yana açık olduğundan sertleşmiş siki gözümün önünde dimdik ayakta duruyordu. Elimdeki tatlı tabağını kocama verdikten sonra kocamın bacak arasına uzandım. Kocam elindeki tatlıyı yemeye başlamıştı bende kocamın sikini yalamaya başladım. Sikinin boyunu ölçer gibi kökünden ucuna dilimle yaladıktan sonra sikinin başını dudaklarımla kavrayıp ağzımın içinde dilimle kafasını yalayarak ıslatıyordum. Kocamın sikini yaladıkça ağzımda büyüyor ucundan akan zevk sularının tadı beni çılgına çeviriyordu. İşe gitmek için ne kadar zamanım kaldığını bilmiyordum ama öğrenmekte istemiyordum. Kocam yavaş yavaş tatlısını yerken kendinden geçmiş vaziyette her hareketimi izliyor ve zevk alıyordu. Ben , kocamın sikini köküne kadar ağzıma alıp bir süre bekledikten sonra dudaklarımla kavrayıp yavaş yavaş ucuna kadar çıkartıp yeniden köküne kadar ağzıma alıyor bir yandan da parmaklarımla testislerini yalıyordum. Akşama kadar sikici erkeğimin sikini kemirebilirdim. Çok zevkliydi. Kocam elindeki boşalan tatlı tabağını komodin üzerindeki kahvaltı tepsisine yerleştirmeye çalışıyordu. Sikini ağzımdan çıkarttığımda daha rahat hareket ederek tepsi üzerinde elindeki tabak için boş bir yer hazırlayıp tabağı yerleştirdiğinde bende yukarıya kadar sürünerek dudaklarına ulaşmıştım. Kocamın dudaklarına yapışıp öpmeye başladım. Daha önce hiç görmediğim bir kudurmuşluk vardı içimde. Kocamı tek hamlede yemek eritmek ve bitirmek istiyordum. Kocam ıslanmış amımı parmaklarken inlemekten kendimi alamıyordum. Yataktan aşağıya inerek kocamın yatağa sırt üstü uzanmasını istedim. Kocam sırt üstü yatmaya çalışırken halen amımı parmaklıyor beni raydan çıkartıyordu. Sırt üstü uzandıktan sonra gidip telefonumu ve kulaklığı alıp geldim. Kocamın kulağına eğilip ‘ Dün bana yaptığın sürprizden çok etkilendim. Başlattığın itiraf oyununa bir cevap olarak bu gece sana bir mektup yazdım. Yazdığım mektubu kendi sesim ile kaydettim. Az sonra gözlerini bağlayacağım. Kulaklığı kulaklarına takıp sana yazdığım mektubumu dinlettirirken demir gibi olmuş sikinin üzerinde zıplayarak seni boşaltacağım.’ derken sikini yukardan aşağıya okşuyordum. Kocam duyduklarından sonra heyecanı daha da artmış siki daha da sertleşmiş ve iri iri olmuş gözleri ile ‘ İtiraflarını dinlemek için sabırsızlanıyorum. ‘ derken boştaki eli ile sertleşmiş meme ucumu okşuyordu.

Yanı başımdaki komodinin çekmecesinden çıkarttığım fular ile kocamın gözlerini bağladım. Kulağındaki kulaklıklarla ona yazdığım mektubumu dinlerken bana yada etrafa bakarak dikkatinin dağılmasını istemiyordum. Kulaklarına kulaklığı taktım ve sabah kendi sesim ile kaydettiğim mektubu açmak için hazırdım. Kocamın üzerine çıkarak cowgirl pozisyonu almak istiyordum. Gözleri kapalı kulaklarında benim sesimden ona karşı olan itiraflarımı dinlerken bende onun üzerinde zıplayacak ve aynı zamanda yüzündeki ifadeleri an be an izleyecektim. Sertleşmiş sikini son kez ağzıma alıp birkaç kez kökünden ucuna yaladıktan sonra yatağın üzerine çıkıp yüzümü kocamın yüzüne çevirip sağ elimle kavradığım kocamın sikini yavaş yavaş amıma yerleştirmiştim. Kocamın siki yavaş yavaş içime girerken orgazm olacakmışım gibi içim titremeye başlamıştı. Çok heyecanlıydı ve kesinlikle çok zevk alıyordum. Ayaklarımı yatağa paralel yerleştirdikten sonra pozisyonum içinde telefonumdan mektubumu açmak içinde hazırdım. Telefonumdan kaydettiğim ses kaydını açıp telefonu yatağın üzerine bırakırken yavaş yavaş kocamın üzerinde çalışmaya başladım. Kocamın siki ateş gibiydi. Çok sıcaktı ve içime girip çıkarken eritiyordu beni resmen. Kocam itiraflarımı dinliyordu kulaklarında. Kalbi her geçen saniye daha da hızlı atıyor ve göğüs kafesi yukarı aşağı hareket ediyordu. Hızımı biraz daha artırmıştım. Kocamın sertleşmiş siki amımı yararcasına içime giriyor ve aynı hızla çıkıyordu. Sağ elim ile sağ göğsümü okşamaya çalışıyordum. Gözlerim kocamın suratında ve suratındaki mutluluk beni daha da fazla heyecanlandırıyordu. Kocam sağ elini kalçamın üzerinde uzatarak orta parmağı ile göt deliğimi okşuyor benim yukarı aşağı hareketlerime paralel göt deliğimi zorluyordu. Parmağı ateş gibi çok sıcaktı. Göt deliğim ile buluştuğu anda içimdeki volkan patlamak üzere geriye sayımını başlatmıştı ki bunu hissedebiliyordum. En az iki yada üç kez boşaldıktan sonra bu siki amımdan çıkartmaya söz vermiştim içimden. Gözlerimi kapatıp içimde yaşadığım ilk patlamanın zevkini yaşamak çığlıklar atmak istiyordum ama kocamın yüzünde görmek ve şahit olmak istediğim görüntü benim için çok daha önemliydi. İçimdeki volkan patlarken tüm hücrelerim bu patlamaya ayak uydurmuş ve anlaşmış gibi derinlerimde kurulmuş panayırda buluşup eğleniyorlardı adeta. Kocamın yüzündeki mutluluk her geçen dakika artarken ben ritmimi daha da artırmıştım. Sağ elimi boşa çıkartıp kalçamın altından kocamın testislerine kadar götürüp kendimi yukarı çektiğim anlarda testislerini avuçlayıp okşayarak onu uyarmaya devam ediyordum. Kocam bu hareketimden sonra orta parmağını göt deliğimden çekerek onu kendi haline bırakıp ellerini kalçalarımdan tutarak benim ile birlikte ritim tutarken ‘ Sürtüğüm benim. Senin amını götünü parçalarım.. ‘ şeklinde cırladı kısık bir ses ile. O kadar kısık bir sesle söyledi ki dudaklarının hareketini görmesem bir şeyler söylediğini dahi anlayamazdım . Kocam kalçalarımdaki ellerini bu sefer daha yukarı çıkartarak memelerime kadar götürmüş ve onları okşamaya başlamıştı. Göğüslerim vücudumda en sevdiğim yerlerin başında geliyordu. Onlara dokunulması beni çok tahrik ediyordu. Ben ritmimi bir vites daha artırırken artık nefes nefese kalmıştım neredeyse. Kocam memelerimi okşarken kulaklarında ona yazdığım mektubu ve itiraflarımı dinlemeye devam ediyordu. Derinlerimde buluşan tüm hücrelerim birinci kutlamayı henüz bitirmemişken yaşadığım ikinci patlamanın sevinci ile eğlencelerine devam ediyorken ben aynı zamanda kasıla kasıla inliyordum kocamın üzerinde. Son damlama kadar boşalmıştım içimde patlayan volkan derinliklerime doğru akıyordu resmen. Kocam kontrolü benden almak ister gibi bir anda amımı pompalamaya başlamıştı ki göğüslerim yukarı aşağı hareket ediyor , kocamın pompalamalarından dolayı tüm vücudum yukarı kalkıyor ve aşağıya iniyordu. Mektubumun sonuna mı gelmişti bilmiyorum ya da mektubumda duyduğu bir şeyler onu gaza mı getirmişti bilmiyorum ama altımda bir makine varmış gibi nefes almaksızın öyle bir pompalıyordu ki kocamın beline bir şey olacak diye ödüm kopuyordu. Ciğerlerine doldurduğu derince bir nefes bitene kadar amımı patlatırcasına pompalıyor nefesi bittiğinde çok kısa süre yeniden aldığı derin bir nefes ile aralıksız pompalamaya devam ediyordu. Ritmine ayak uyduramayacağımı anladığımdan sadece hareketsiz kalarak içime girip çıkan sertleşmiş sikin tadını çıkartıyordum. Arada sırada göt deliğimde patlayan testislerin sesi beni rayımdan çıkartmaya yetiyordu. Üçüncü kez boşalmamak için hiçbir sebep yok tu. Karşımda gözleri bağlı kocamın suratındaki mutluluk ile bir ömür boyu kasıla kasıla boşalabilirdim. Hayvan gibi amımı sikiyordu. Tüm hücrelerimi eğlenceye boğan üçüncü orgazmım kelimeler ile anlatılmayacak kadar zevkliydi. Orgazm devam ederken istem dışı kapattığım gözlerimi fark eder etmez kocamın yüzündeki mutluluğu görmek için gözlerimi hemen açtım. Kocam sanki gözlerimi açmamı bekler gibi tüm vücudu kasılmış halde boşalmaya başladı. Sikini amımın derinliklerine kadar saplamış ve spermlerini sıcak servis ediyordu amımın derinliklerine. Eğilerek dudaklarına yapıştım. Hayvan gibi dudaklarını emiyor ve ona olan minnet duygumu bu şekilde teşekkür ederek kendimi ve kocamın dudaklarını ödüllendiriyordum. Kocam öpücük yağmurumdan kurtarabildiği dudaklarıyla hızlı hızlı ve nefes nefese ‘ bende seni çok seviyorum sürtüğüm , güzel karım , seksi karım. Harikasın , tek kelimeyle harikasın. ‘ diyordu. Amımın dudakları ile kavradığım sikini kökünden ucuna yavaş yavaş sağarak son damlasına kadar spermlerini içime boşalmasını sağlıyordum. Kocam kulaklarındaki kulaklığı ve gözlerindeki fuları çıkarmıştı. Tüm hücrelerimin yaşadığı panayır yer değiştirmiş ve eğlenceye kocamın göz bebeklerinde devam ediyorlardı. Göz bebekleri tarifi imkansız bir mutlulukla bana bakıyordu. Nefes nefese kalmış nefes alamadığımız için konuşamıyorduk ama nefeslerimizi toplayana kadar aynı pozisyonda saniyelerce gözlerimiz konuştu. Her ikisi de yaşadıklarından dolayı tattıkları zevk i anlatıyordu birbirine. İkisi de ne kadar şanslı olduklarını haykırıyorlardı birbirine. Kocamın sikini amımdan çıkartıp yataktan çıktığımda bacağımın kenarından kocamın sıcak spermleri aşağıya doğru akarken banyoya doğru yürümeye başladım. Bir an önce duş yapıp hazırlanıp işe gideceğim için hızlı hareket etmem gerekiyordu. Ben hızlı bir şekilde tüm bunları yaparken siz hikayenin kalan kısmını kocamın ağzından dinlemeye devam edin lütfen.

Karım işe geç kalacağı için hızlı bir şekilde duş yapıp hazırlanması ve işe gitmesi gerekiyor. Onu şimdilik kendi haline bırakıp bana kulak vermenizi istiyorum. Son birkaç gündür yaşadığım şeyler gerçekten inanılmazdı. Her geçen gün kötüye giden evliliğimiz ve monotonlaşan cinsel hayatımız karımın mektubunda da belirttiği gibi benim sağlık sorunlarımla pik yapmış ve artık bitmişti. Evlendiğimiz günden bu yana karıma sürekli ‘ onu giyme , bunu giyme , onu yapma , bunu yapma ‘ şeklinde anaç ve korumacı bir tavırla çizdiğim dünyada yaşatmaya çalışırken ne kadar hata yaptığımı fark etmemiştim. Karımın içinde bir sürtük olduğunu ve o sürtüğü kontrol altında tutarak serbest bırakmanın cinsel hayatımızı bu kadar kökten değiştireceğine ve hareketlendirerek benim bundan bu kadar zevk alacağıma inanamazdım. Her şey halı sahada düşerek hastaneye götürülmem ile başlamıştı biliyorsunuz. Kopma noktasına geldiğimizden habersiz karıma yaptığım bir sürpriz ve minik bir itiraf ilişkimizin tüm seyrini değiştirmeye yetmişti. Şüphelerim doğru çıkmış ve Erkan karımı o gece evire çevire bir güzel sikmişti . Banyoda kirli sepetinde gördüğüm yukardan aşağıya ikiye ayrılmış siyah transparan geceliği de Erkan yırtmıştır kesin. Şimdi karımın telefonunu alıp karıştırsam Erkan’ a ait bir düzine sms bulacağıma bahse girerim. Bunları ve daha fazlasını duymaya kendimi hazırlamıştım ve dürüst olmam gerekiyorsa bunları duymak ve bilmek bana inanılmaz zevk veriyor ve sikimi kaldırıyor. Ama henüz karımın birisi tarafından sikildiğini görmeye ne kadar hazırım işte onu bilmiyorum. Bundan dolayı dünyalar güzeli karım bundan sonra Kimin ile ? yaramazlık yapmak istediğine kendi karar verecek ama Neyi? Ne? Kadar? yaşayacağına benim belirleyeceğim sınırlar karar verecek. Sizin anlayacağınız DÜŞÜNCELER GİZLİ ama YAŞANANLAR KUSURSUZ olacak bundan sonra. Karımın itirafları ve onun sesinden dinlediğim cümleler inanılmaz güzeldi. Karımı ne kadar çok sevdiğimi ve onunda beni ne kadar çok sevdiğini görmekte inanılmazdı. Başlattığım itiraf oyununu karımın bu şekilde devam ettirerek evliliğimize ve cinsel hayatımıza ivme kazandırmasından dolayı kendisine minnettarım. Henüz kendisi ile paylaşmadım bilmiyor ama sizin bilmenizde hiçbir sakınca yok diye düşünüyorum. Dün gece keşfettiğim oyunun adını buldum. Bu oyunun adı CUCKOLD oyunu. Dün ben farkında olmadan bu günde karım farkında olmayıp beni taklit ederek oyunun ilk kuralı olan ‘itiraf’ kuralını gerçekleştirdik. Bu kuralı gerçekleştirdiğimiz ilk gün olan dünün tarihini dövme olarak kalbimizin üstüne yaptırmayı karıma teklif edeceğimi şimdilik sizin bilmenizde hiçbir sakınca yok. Karım hazırlanmak üzere ve sanırım işe geç kalacak. Bende karımı işe bırakmak üzere hazırlanırken bir hikayemizin daha sonuna geldiğimizi belirtmek isterim.

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“Oh Uncle Lucas, Your cock feels good in my hands.” I said to him as I wrapped my small milking hands around it and moved right towards me.

“Oh fuck Tommy! Play Uncle Lucas cock as you want!” he groaned as he watch me continue to assault his semi-hard cock.

I gulped as I brought up the big flared crown and point it directly at me. I quickly flicked my eyes up to his face he was also watching me with a sly little smile on his face.

My eyes quickly dropped back down as my hand started to slide back and forth. As I slowly moved my greasy hand along the full length of his semi hard slick piece of flesh.

“Fuck Tommy I’m getting hard….Fuck that feels good…Tommy baby…Fuck….” he continue to moan as I watch his cock slowly thickens in my grip.

I watched as it continue to thicken and stiffen under my gripping hand as I took it slow strokes all the way from the thick base to the very tip to the root.

Then I move my head near his cock as I licked his entire length. Covering his hard cock with my saliva making my hands more slick and sticky with my own mouth juice.

As my hand was moving in a smooth corkscrewing motion, I could still feel my glistering saliva covering as a warm lubricant on his hard flesh as I continue to lick him while stroking his hard pole.

Soon, his entire thickening cock was shining with my thin slick coating saliva. I breathed deeply from where I was kneeling and let my self be covered by his manly sweat and musky smell.

“Yummmmyyyyy.” I unconsciously let out a little moan as the smell I’d already come to love so much invaded my senses.

I quickly dropped my eyes again and sat mesmerized by his big cock as my hands continued to slide up and down his cock in a warm gripping sensation.

As I watched for a further minute or so, it continued to thicken and extend further and further out from within my stroking hand.

“Oh Uncle Lucas! Yours cock look so hot.” I said as it seemed to finally reach full 11 inch erection.

The dark crimson crown had become totally engorged with blood and looked red and angry as it throbbed beneath the shiny coating of saliva.

I could see the gaping “v” at the tip filling with shiny fluid and knew this was the beginning stages of the milk that Uncle Lucas just fed me.

As his cock thickened, it forced my gripping hand to open further making them look small and attracting.

I milked his throbbing cock all the way to the tip and watched in pleasure at how a large amount more of pre-cum oozed out of his tip and began running down the sides of his cock head.

I quickly shot forward and caught the liquid with my tongue, tasting in the Manavgat Escort salty sweet flavor of his man milk.

I hear him moan as I continue to lap at his cock head like I was licking a lollipop. I continue to lick as I move my aching tongue around his hard member as it throb in my milking hands.

“Ahhhh!” I gasped as his rock-hard cock spit a cream of pre-cum as he moan in front of me. I watched with my tongue continue to lick his hard pole as it throbbed and pulsed with each powerful beat of his heart.

It was bobbing rhythmically on its own and I watched enthralled as the gaping eye filled with more silky fluid.

He seemed to flex the muscles in his stomach and that beautiful big cock oozed a lot of milky drop of pre-cum from the pee-slit.

I watched mesmerized as it slowly distended and dangled from the tip like a growing teardrop. I catching that dangling drop of milky pre-cum with my tongue as it ooze and into my tongue making a pool of pre-cum as continue to drip.

With my hand continue to milk his bobbing rigid erection, I took the opportunity to take a good hard look at the full length of his magnificent cock.

And it looked almost as big around as my arm. The engorged mushroom head was enormous; not just big around, but incredibly long from the very tip to where the thick purple rope-like corona separated it from the super thick shaft below.

I looked at the thick veins lining from his powerful shaft making his dick more muscular and powerful.

“You like what you see there Tommy?” he asked me while my eyes still focused on my hands stroking him, while my using my mouth on licking and tasting him.

“It so wonderfull and big!” I said as he flexed his stomach muscles one more time and his throbbing erection bobbed menacingly in my hands.

I watched as glistening pre-cum continued to ooze from the tip of his cock and drizzle downwards into my slippery hands.

I gasped in awe as a large dangling strand distended further and further before the thinning web snapped and the blob of pre-cum dropped onto the floor just in front my tongue.

I gulped as I took down his delicious morsel of warm man milk on my tongue into my aching throat.

My eyes were drawn back up to his cock as I reached forward and wrapped my little hand back around his surging erection.

I continued to stroke it more vigorously as it made some more slippery sound of my pre-cum lubricated hand pumping back and forth along the full length of his beautiful cock.

“Oh yeah Tommy, play with Uncle Lucas cock.” I heard him mutter softly under his breath as my hand milked him steadily back and forth Escort Manavgat in a tantalizing corkscrewing motion.

I could see the huge flared crown getting darker and darker as it became absolutely engorged with blood.

My God, what a beautiful sight that was. He was breathing more rapidly now and I could feel my own heart racing as he got closer and closer to orgasm.

My eyes zeroed in on the “v” at the very tip of his cock. I could see it starting to fill with a milkier colored fluid and then I saw a large whitish gob pulse to the surface and sit poised at the very tip for just a second.

“OH FUCK!!! TOMMY OH GOD TOMMY!!! OH YES TOMMY!” he mumbled harshly as his milky man juice shoot forth as part of a long thick rope of his manly cum.

“FUCK!!! AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!” I gave a surprised sharp intake of breath again as I watched in awe as that creamy rope of cum rose high in the air before falling down in a big pearly gob onto his muscular chest.

The first shot was quickly followed by a second, then a third and then a fourth. I was totally enthralled as I watched rope after thick milky rope of his potent semen shoot forth.

“FUCK YES TOMMY!!!” he hissed as each creamy wad shot high in the air and fell onto his body, his chest and stomach was quickly becoming a mess of his pearly seed.

I watched as he continue to shoot another four or five shots ejaculated from his throbbing cockhead to fall on his stomach or down over my jacking hand.

“Fuck yeah Tommy.” he mumbled softly under his breath as I continued to pump away at his spewing cock, “Get that all out! Yeah Fuck!”

“FUCK YEAH TOMMY!!!!” he mumbled under his breath as I continued to pump away at his spewing cock. “GET THAT MILK OUT!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!”

I felt myself shudder with excitement as I listened to him calling my name to milk him more as my milking hands continue to milk his manhood more.

I was tempted to start slurping up that delicious looking milky cum from his body as it took all my willpower to stop my self from doing it, instead I kept my hands on pumping out his load and watch him pump more load out of his big balls.

I slowed my milking hands from stroking him around his thick base as a few more blob of cum oozed from the plump “v” in his cock head as it ran sluggishly down the underside of his cock and over my cum slicked hand.

The rest of that beautiful long monster extended far out from my circling hand and I watched it throb invitingly with each beat of his heart.

I looked further up to his chest and saw the glistening silvery gobs of his milky cum crisscrossed like ribbons as it coated his yummy Manavgat Escort bayan chest and slimy stomach.

It looked so appetizing as the pearly-white fluid stood out boldly against his smooth tanned skin. There were big gobs of it everywhere on his body and my hand was almost totally covered in with it.

I’d never seen so much of my favorite man milk in one place at one time. I found myself licking my lips as I move my hand and trace my fingertips through the thick gobs of cum on his chest.

“Hmmmmm look at that Uncle Lucas your covered with your cum.” I said as I watched as he scoop up a big wad of thick cream and let it dangle teasingly from his fingertips.

“Wow your right Tommy your right…so what would you want me to do with it babe?” I look up at his cum covered finger as my mouth watered as I stared at it.

“So tell me what you want Tommy…tell Uncle Lucas what you wanted me to do with this.” he let his milky cum coated finger help up near my face as he wiggle it teasingly in front of me.

I was stuck on spot as he continued to play with his fingers right in front of my face.

Then suddenly he brought the dangling gob backwards as I groaned out loud as he lovingly spread it all around the sensitive spongy membranes of his cock-head.

Then he teasingly swayed his cock right in front of me and slowly tip his cock right in front of my lips.

I quickly closed my mouth around the big spongy head as he slowly pushed the head of his cock deeper in my hot silky mouth.

I relished the feeling of having his big cock-head trapped within my mouth at the same time as I was enjoying a mouthful of his milky cum.

I swirled the warm liquid all around the spongy membranes of his glans as I heard him groan as my tongue hit the side of his sensitive glans before swallowing.

We continued doing this until his body was crystal clean with my saliva as he let me suck him one more time before letting go back to my room to sleep.

Morning came I could feel my body float as I moved out of bed as I remembered what Uncle Lucas did with me last night.

Then I went to the bathroom and took a bath and also brushed my teeth before going down the stairs strait at the kitchen.

I halt as I watch Uncle Lucas buck naked in the kitchen holding a my favorite bowl and cereal and sitting in the table right in front of me.

“What took you so long babe. Here I though you like to eat your favorite cereal in the morning. But it turns out were out of milk. What should we do with this?” he watch me as my eyes look down at his dormant cock hanging in front of me.

“Maybe we can do something with that right little squirt?” he said as he put down the thing right in the table and now holding his cock in his palm.

Slowly he played with his cock in front of me as he held it teasingly. “So do you want some milk kid?” he asked as slowly glide in front of him….

To be continued…

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I came home after a 50 mile bike ride one day and found my sisters had come for a visit.

This was no big deal, as they often would come home.

Y’see, Megan and Nora moved out shortly after they graduated from college. This left me alone in the big house with only Mom to talk to. Mom and I have gotten along great, ever since Dad moved out to live with his little chippy girlfriend. Dad always was an asshole!!!

But my sisters are two beautiful girls:

Megan is 5 feet tall and has straight, medium-dark brown hair, which she wears down past her soft, pale shoulders. The part of Meg that most guys’ve always noticed is her bust-line: 34D!!! We always teased Meg about her big boobs when we were growing up. She’s a skinny little kid with these big breasts that just grab a young man’s attention and hold it for hours. She’s also got blue eyes, narrow hips and a really tight ass that has always appealed to the boys, too!

Nora, at 5 foot 1, with her long raven-black hair is also a knock-out! Nora’s got the most beautiful smile in the world! She’s got dark brown eyes and a dark complexion that give her a stunning beauty. Her breasts are perfectly proportioned for her skinny frame. She’s a 34A, which is great because she is a gymnast at college. She’s “the one with the big butt,” as she likes to put it. It’s just that she uses her muscles in her gymnastics so much and her glutes are so well developed that they look a bit big for her slender, little body.

Meg and “No-No” have been my closest friends all my life. I am the oldest kid, at 24. “Meg-o” is the typical middle-child: At 22, Megan has been the peace-maker when Nora and I would fight. And we DID fight! Real tooth-and-nail fights, too! But that was some time ago. Nora, the baby-sister, is 20 and, at times, has been the coolest kid, or the biggest bitch, that I have ever met!!!

“What’s up, Guys?” I asked of my sisters.

“Oh, we just thought you’d like some company…,” Megan said.

“Yeah, we just heard about you breaking up with Suzanne,” Nora said.

Suzanne had been my girlfriend in 7th grade. My lover in college and my fiancee` for the past 3 years. She and I had just had the biggest fight of our young lives; and afterwards, words were exchanged! We called each other things that we shouldn’t have… Now, she was gone.

I was really depressed.

At least I had my family to console me.

“C’mon, big Bubber! Let’s go do something fun,” Nora grinningly said to me. She always called me “Bubber” when she was a kid. And it still elicits a smile from me!

She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then stared at me, still grinning…

I knew she wouldn’t give up or go away until I gave in, so, of course, I said, “OK, already!”

We both got up from the bright red couch in the living room and walked across the plush, sand-yellow carpeting into the dining room, where Meg and Mom were sitting at the table discussing Meg’s current boyfriend, Digger. Apparently, Digger was a dog who was screwing another girl while he was dating my sister. Mom was certainly the one to empathize with THAT problem. She’d stayed married to our dad for almost 25 years. Dad was a dog, too!!!

Well, I had vowed never to do that to a woman I loved! I just hoped Suze would forgive me and be THAT woman…

“OK, where are we going?” I asked my sisters.

“Out!” they both said in reply.

They picked out an appropriate outfit, from my closet, for me to wear. They always had a better fashion sense than I. Heck, I’d just assume wear sweat-pants and t-shirts everywhere I went, but not tonight. No, the girls had something different planned for me…

They’d selected my white, with black spots, “Cartoon Cow” shirt (so named because, while doing a stand-up comedy performance, a heckler, friend of mine commented that the shirt looked like a cartoon cow) and some really cool, pleated, Khaki-green pants with matching suspenders. My red socks and banana-yellow hightops rounded out my ensemble. I must say, I looked snazzy! I figured a dab of my sisters’ favorite cologne would heighten my chances of meeting a babe and getting laid that evening!

The girls looked fabulous, as usual!

Megan was wearing an old, vintage, Flapper’s dress from the 1920’s. It was a peach colored, beaded, short dress, cut just above her knees. She also wore these cute, pink, open-toed sandals with one inch heels that lifted her tight ass up just enough to give me a hard-on!

Nora was wearing a classy LBD (Little Black Dress) with matcing 2-inch, “fuck me” pumps that made her look like Mata Hari in heat. And her red lipstick and long flowing hair pulled to one side, set my baby sister’s look off, as if to say, “Hi, big boy… Wanna fuck, here, on the spot?”

Nora got a whiff of my cologne and swooned. She always gets high when she smells it! And, tonight, I was glad of that fact!!!

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The girls would not tell me where we were going. All they said was to relax…the Side escort night was on them! I was also to think of myself as their “pimp” for the night. They were going to be my “hookers!”

Wow, I thought to myself, as I decided to go along with whatever they had planned.

We pulled our car into a really nice restaurant’s parking lot. This place was very ritzy. BIG $$$! Nora had dated the Maitre’D` and the Chef, at different times, of course, so we had no problem getting a great table. Luckily she had ended both relationships on good terms with both guys, or we would NOT have gotten in the parking lot, much less the best table in the house!

The meal was sumptuous. Megan and I watched Nora make google eyes at the Maitre’D` all thru’ the meal, tho’. We would roll our eyes back and forth to each other then break out laffing. Nora would look up and say, “What?” Meg and I would just giggle to each other–until Nora got the hint and gave us her undivided attention.

“So, what’s up for tonight?” I asked. “What’s with dinner? Why are you two being so nice to me? What are you building up to?”

I kept up the interrogation until Megan said, “Can’t we just take our ‘favorite’ brother out to dinner without there being an ulterior motive?”

Then it hit me. “OK, how much money do you need?” I asked as I reached for my wallet.

“No, no, really! We just wanted to take you out for dinner,” Nora said, putting her hand on my arm in a comforting manner.

“Really?” I asked. “You’re not fucking with me?”

“No, honestly…” Megan said, “At least, not yet…”

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We left the restaurant, at Midnight, and drove to a nite club for some dancing. Swing music was playing at the club! Megan and I had been dance partners, ever since we took a class in college together. We were actually pretty good at it, too!

The band was really wailin’ that night, boy, let me tell ya’! Meg and I just hopped right onto the floor at the beginning of “Caravan,” by Duke Ellington! The crowd was charged with electricity as we shimmied, shook and strutted across the floor! Nora found a partner and joined us. We all had a great time!!!

Around three in the AM we were still charged with energy that would not calm down! But the club was closing… *Darn!* Which meant we’d have to find another outlet for our hyper-activity! When one of the girls suggested that we go down to the beach, I jumped at the chance to get out of my clothes right away, and started to take off my shoes and socks. Nora’s dance partner said it was a good idea, too, so off we went, as Megan steered the car toward Clearwater Beach and the Gulf of Mexico.

Once we’d parked the car and walked down to the water’s edge, Nora’s new friend excused himself when he saw some friends from his dorm. We bid him good night and continued our walk along the beach. With our shoes off, we walked and talked about our lives, jobs, friends, and just about anything else we could think of.

When the subject of “who we were sleeping with” came up, I started to get a little aroused as my little sisters spared no details of their intimate encounters with the boys in their lives!

They both looked at me, asking what my relationship with Suzanne had been like, before our “falling out.” I hesitated and they could see that it was a sore subject. But I wanted to tell them. Partly, to get it off my chest, and partly to make them a little wet between their legs, because I knew that many of the things that Suze and I did were things that neither of them would ever THINK of, much less DO!

I told the girls of the wild nights Suze and I had had, fucking on the very beach that we were walking on. And of the different positions that we’d tried. When I told them about anal sex, they got really interested. I’d figured that niether of them had ever tried it. Megan said that Digger had approached her with the idea, one night, and she said she’d think about it, but, just as she was ready to try it, she’d caught him in bed with her friend!

I was sorry for her relationship problems and told her so. She just shrugged her shoulders and hugged me around my chest (she’s 8 inches shorter than me) and started crying. I comforted her, like a big brother, and Nora came over to help out, too.

We all had a good cry, standing there, on the beach, then realized it was four o’clock in the morning!

“Enough of this wishy-washy shit,” we said to each other and walked back to the car. Along the way, we hugged, kissed and squeezed each others’ shoulders, necks and whatever else we could playfully grab onto!

We got back to the car, drove home and, quietly entered the house, as we didn’t want to wake up Mom.

We said our “Good Nights” and went to our respective rooms to get ready for bed. We all happened to meet in the bathroom, to brush teeth, wash faces and pee. We said good night again and I went into my room and closed my door.

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About 15 minutes later, I heard footsteps walking across the hallway floor. Escort side The house we lived in was very old so anyone could be heard walking around at night because the floors creaked as if the house had arthritis. I figured one of the girls had to go to the bathroom, until I heard a knock on my door.

“Can I come in?” Nora asked, thru’ the door.

“Sure, Kiddo. What’s the matter?” I said, as she came in and closed the door behind her.

“All this talk about sex and stuff, got me itchy,” she said, wiggling her shoulders in her purple “Snoopy” night-shirt.

“OK, I’ll scratch your back,” I said, rubbing her between her shoulder blades.

I could see her skin get goose-bumps as I continued rubbing my fingers across her back.

Then she shocked the hell out of me by saying, “No, that’s not where it itches. It itches down here.” She lifted up her shirt and pointed to her bare pussy!!!

“Nora…” I started to say, but when she put her mouth over mine, trying to kiss me, or quiet me so as not to wake up Mom, I instantly got a hard-on!

Nora said, “C’mon, Bubber, I saw your dick get hard while we talked. I want you to make me cum. I’ve never done it before.” She looked at me, pouting. I have always been a sucker for her pouty little looks! I still can’t say NO to her when she does that…

“Alright, but be quiet. I don’t want to wake up Meg or Mom,” I said, whispering to my, now-naked, baby sister.

She climbed under the covers with me and laying next to me, started to stroke my erect penis. It started to hurt a bit because her hands were dry, so I grabbed some cocoa butter from my nightstand and asked her to rub some on my cock.

“AHHH,” was all I said, then, as she continued her ministrations on my growing meat.

Nora said to me, “I learned how to do this from watching you. I used to love watching you play with yourself. You’d get all nice and hard and it would be so big and smooth and red. And then you’d get so quiet just before you’d shoot your cum all over your chest and belly! I always wanted to run up to you and lick it off your body. I used to get so excited, I’d have to go to my bedroom and put my fingers in my pussy-hole until I felt better! But, I don’t think I’ve ever, actually, cum. Even when I’d do myself. I know none of the boys I’ve been with have made me cum. That’s why I want you to show me how to do it!”

I know I probably shouldn’t have, but she was so sincere and cute. Plus there was that darn pout of hers, again.

I told her I’d help, but she had to be quiet!

I rolled her over, onto her back and told her to hold her knees up to her chest. I then got up to turn a light on…I wanted her to see what I was doing to her, so she could teach her boyfriends how to make her cum.

We started by rubbing her nipples. She’d never had this done to her. I asked her if I could suck on them and she said OK, if I wanted to. I just looked at her firm, little breasts for a minute. God, but she had cute breasts! They were tan with big, rose colored nipples and I knew that I could get a whole one into my mouth! When I did, she almost screamed from the pleasure! I put my hand over her mouth and continued to suck, lick, nibble and kiss her little buds. She started to shake, all over, then. I told her to go with it, that she was having an orgasm!

“Really?” she asked incredulously, gasping for air.

“Uh huh,” I told her, as she looked at me with an amazed look on her pretty face!

I then stroked my finger across her torso, and licked her belly button. This got a squeal from her. She told me to do that again and I did… Same squeal. (She was so cute!)

I moved my lips and tongue further down her body. I could feel the heat emanating from her tight, little, neglected hole and figured that she really didn’t need much more forplay or teasing, so I ran my tongue right over her vaginal folds. When I pulled apart her lips, I could see her little clit sticking out. (Everything about her was cute! Even her little clitoris was the cutest clitoris I’ve ever seen!) I had to taste her…

“MMMMMMMMM, Nora… You’re so sweet! What is it about you that I can’t resist?” I asked, between licks of her flowing pussy.

She just giggled and moaned…and giggled and moaned again, as she started to cum for the second time.

Just then, the door opened and we heard Megan say, “Hey, would you guys be quiet in hee– What the fuck are you two doing in here?”

Nora and I froze! We didn’t know what Megan would think about us fooling around. We needn’t have worried, tho’ because she asked if she could “join in on the party.”

She took her nightgown off, then pulled her panties down and jumped into bed with us, saying, “What’d I miss?”

Nora said, “I just had my first and second cum!”

“Oh, yeah?” Meg asked, “How was it?”

“Really great,” Nora sighed.

“I’ll give you one, if you’ll be quiet,” I quietly yelled at my oldest sister!

“Relax,” Megan continued, “Mom can’t hear us, anyway. She’s such a sound sleeper. Side escort bayan Plus, ever since she went to see David Bowie in concert, she’s been partially deaf. So, I don’t think we could wake her up, without some high explosives, if we wanted to…”

This was true!

But I still wanted to keep it quiet. The sky would be getting light in under an hour, and I had to get to work that morning.

I told Megan to show Nora how to make herself cum. So Megan spread herself out on my twin bed and Nora and I watched as Megan stroked her hairy little slit to a climax!

When she settled down, Megan looked at my erection and asked if I would take her anal cherry! I told her I would, but I still wanted to fuck Nora’s little cunt hole!!!

Nora got on her hands and knees and stuck her little ass up for me to lick. She even had a cute asshole!

I grabbed my hard cock and placed the big, mushroom shaped head at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed it in, just a little bit, until just the head was inside her vagina. It felt so warm and tight and “cute” in there, I almost came right then. Maybe Nora sensed this, because she pushed back enough to get my attention off of my orgasm and back on fucking her twat!

I started to thrust my hips against Nora’s ass, as I plowed into her cunt-flesh! With each thrust my balls would swing and bump into her clit, giving her some extra jolts to her well-fucked body! She started cumming at that point, screaming my name, over and over, again!

Meanwhile, I instructed Megan to grab my swinging balls and rub them, gently. This always makes me cum when Suzanne has done it! It worked this time, too! I grunted and pushed into Nora with all my might, wanting to get as much of myself into my baby sister as physically possible!!

“GNNAAAAHHHHH!!!” I screamed, as I blasted a huge load of love sauce into her warm, wanting hole!

My ejaculation caused her to cum again. The spasms from her vaginal walls were keeping my dick from going soft, so when I pulled out of her pussy and bumped the head of my dick into her clit, she had another orgasm and passed out from sheer pleasure!

Megan had, meanwhile, started to rub the cocoa butter into her anus. I helped her, too, by working one, then two fingers into her hole. Her sphincter began to loosen up as she became accustomed to my fingers in her most private of places!

My cock was still slick from my cum mixed with a thick layer of Nora’s juices. I stuck my dick head against Megan’s puckered hole and told her to push back when she was ready.

“I can’t do it! I’m afraid it’ll hurt…” she whined.

Nora and I started telling her words of encouragement.

“You can do it, Megan.” “C’mon, you’ll like it.” “If I can take his dick in my cunt, you can take it in your big asshole, you asshole!” When we said that last thing, Megan got pissed off and pushed her ass back against my cock.

Once the head popped into and past her sphincter muscle, she said it felt good. “It feels kinda’ full…like it should feel this way all the time!” Then she said, “Push it in, Brother. Push it in, all the way!!”

She wanted me to push it in faster, further, harder, deeper… We started bucking together, in perfect rhythm. Almost like we were dancing back at the club, earlier that night!!!

Because I had cum in Nora’s cunt already, I figured I’d be able to prolong my ejaculation for at least a half hour. What I didn’t count on was Nora, asking if I wanted her to stick her finger in my anus to rub my prostate. When I asked how she knew what that was, she said she saw it on TV. Dr. Ruth had done a segment about “the male G-spot.” I said ok, if she lubed up her finger first!

She grabbed the jar of cocoa butter, got a big glop of the stuff on her fingers and pressed her middle finger into MY anal opening! I tried to relax, when I asked her if she knew what she was looking for.

“Nope. I haven’t a clue! But you’ll be the first to know when I find it, though, won’t you?” she said, like a total smart-ass!!!

Meanwhile, Megan had started cumming when I reached around and started to rub her clitoris!!!

“OHH, God! You feel so big back there,” Megan uttered through clenched teeth!

“If it hurts, Megan, I’ll pull out,” I said, out of concern for her comfort.

“No, no. It feels great just where it is! Leave it there for a bit, please?” Megan begged, between gasps.

I extended both arms and grabbed Megan’s soft breasts. Taking her hard, distended nipples between thumb and forfinger, I pulled them both down and out, away from her body. This caused her to feel a very small bit of pain at first, but then she said to do it again. “I’m so close, please! Pinch my nipples again! That felt so good!!”

So I did just that…and she came!

As I started to pull out of Megan’s ass, Nora had finally found what she’d wanted all along! My prostate!! She rubbed it, very gently, almost not at all, at first. But with increasing pressure, she started really rubbing it. Fast, hard, deep. She rubbed it for a minute and when I couldn’t stand it any more, I shoved my cock into Meg’s ass three more times, as Nora’s finger caused my dick to swell inside Megan’s asshole, even more than before, and I blew my second huge load of semen, deep into Megan’s abdomen!!!

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My body was exhausted, and it felt good to slip into the hot, steamy water. The bath was just deep enough that I could sit on the bottom and my breasts would gently crest the water. The water that lapped against my nipples began to arouse me once again. I no longer felt any shame at my naked, abused body and made no effort to hide my breasts from the other women in the bath. I leaned back against the warm marble, my eyes closed. I felt so relaxed. My thoughts drifted back to what I had just experienced: the loss of my virginity, my first orgy, being fucked like a whore by my father, brother, and uncle, along with countless other men. My hands drifted down my abdomen; I longed to touch myself between my legs, to slip my fingers into my abused hole…..

A hand not my own began to creep up my leg and I opened my eyes. A woman was sitting before me, her large, firm breasts floating on the surface of the water. Her warm, wet hands crept up my thigh towards my aroused vagina. Her eyes were beautiful, a dark, deep green. Her wet hair was a light brown, probably blonde when dry. Her lips were red from too many cocks and mouths serviced, plump and delicious-looking.

“Would you like to play?” she asked me, her voice light and sultry. I nodded, unable to speak from the lust pumping in my blood once again. Escort bayan I vaguely wondered how long the meretria would last.

She swept her hand up my thigh before gently stroking my slit. I moaned softly. Another woman approached. She sat to one side and began to gently massage my shoulders. Before long, her hands drifted down to my wet breasts; my nipples became hard, light pink pebbles. The woman rubbing my slit slid a finger into my hole and began to move it in and out without force, respecting the soreness between my legs. I moaned and pumped my hips against her hand. A third woman took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. I kissed her back, lightly nibbling her lower lip. She slipped her hot tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine. I could taste men’s seed in her mouth, as well as another, sweeter flavor.

I wanted to ravage her, and I tried to convey this with my roving hands. I roughly pinched her nipples and she moaned so loudly the sound echoed off the wet stone walls of the bathing room. She pulled her mouth from mine for a moment, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were identical to mine; I noticed our similar noses and the curve of our lips were the same. It took me a moment to recognize her in my sex-induced fog, but then it hit me at the same time I had the Bayan escort most wonderful orgasm yet. Five years ago, my sister, Fiara, was escorted from our home in the female colonies by our father, and I hadn’t seen her since. I missed her over the years, and I hugged her close to my body as I spasmed again and again.

The women lifted me from the water and onto the ledge of the bath. Fiara positioned her face between my legs and began to lick my vagina with vigor. I moaned again. It felt completely different with a woman’s tongue inside of me, and very dirty because it was my own sister’s tongue. I groaned like a wounded animal as I orgasmed again. My nectar glistened on my sister’s face, and she buried her face between my legs once again, moaning as she did so.

Another woman, with long black hair that flowed down to her tiny waist, straddled my lap and kissed me. After a moment, she pushed my back onto the marble floor and placed her own beautiful, wet hole over my face. I hesitated, not having done this before, but I extended my tongue timidly and gave her slit a gentle lick. She and I moaned at the same time. Her fluids tasted like honey, and one taste had me spasming again. I continued lapping at her dripping slit before plunging my tongue into her. I pumped it into her Escort over and over, before swirling it around her hard, swollen nub. She screamed and her nectar flowed into my mouth. It overflowed and dripped in tingly, warm streams down my cheeks. I had another orgasm from the combined pleasure of her delicious taste and Fiara’s continued ministrations on my nether regions.

The last orgasm put me over the edge and I passed out. When I awoke, there were women all over me. Two women had my hands in theirs and were plunging my fingers in and out of themselves, looks of ecstasy on their gorgeous faces. Two more were sucking and nibbling my nipples and breasts; Fiara was tonguing my asshole and thrusting her whole hand into my sopping vagina, while another woman pumped a wooden shaft in and out of Fiara. Looking around, I saw women everywhere pleasuring one another. The sight made my skin hot and tingly. My body erupted in an earth-shattering orgasm one more time and I passed out again.

When I awoke, I was clean and dry, lying in a tangled pile of naked women on a warm, soft bed. The room was lit with pure sunlight, which glistened off the skin of my bed-mates. I could not remember how I got there. The sun was high over the horizon. My body was too exhausted for me to move and I didn’t really want to move anyway. Fiara was asleep half on top of me, one of her nipples touching mine, her long, shapely legs tangled up with three other women’s legs. I smiled contentedly, too tired and blissful to be concerned with what would happen when I awoke again.

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“Are you sure?” he asked before I could turn the damned thing off.

“What the hell was that?” I shouted at him. “She’s lying!”

He sat there, calmly taking in my reaction. Of course, he could afford to be calm – it was not his wife who had just told a perfect stranger that her husband was fooling around with their daughter. He held up his hands in a placating manner even as I took a menacing step towards him. “You,” and I pointed my finger accusingly, “You put her up to it. If that is even her on the tape. You are going to pay, mister.”

At this point, I suppose he started to get a bit worried. This time, I did not have to pretend to be angry – I was fucking mad at him, excuse me ladies. He jumped out of his chair and pushed me, which was his mistake. A gumshoe, you must know, believes that Newton’s third law rules the universe. I shoved him back, and he fell back on his chair that then teetered back, almost toppling, before I pulled at his pants and raised him upright. And then I punched him in his stomach.

Normally, this is where you expect the hero to knock the bad guy out, aim at the jaw and put it there, but I stopped myself at the last moment. An unconscious Chivago was no use to me, though he must be infinitely less irritating. I tugged at his collar and let him fall back on his chair. He was gasping for breath as I picked up the recorder and prepared to fling it at one of his framed diplomas.

“Wait,” he croaked. He coughed. He coughed again. “Wait,” he croaked again, and coughed again. Jeez, had I really hit him that hard? For a second there, I wondered if I would have to call for the paramedics. I waited, arm cocked as if I were about to throw a javelin. He took his hands off his stomach to motion for me to put the recorder down. Or to sit down or both or maybe to see if he was still alive.

It took him a few minutes to regain his breath, during which I did not stand as if I would throw anything anywhere. I sat down across him, the same as before, but the recorder remained with me. I did not bother taking out the tape – I had already decided that the moment I walked out those doors, it would too.

“I guess you are innocent,” he said. I glared at him and cocked my arm again – only this time, I was aiming for his neck. At that range, he knew I could not miss. He amended his statement in the same breath. “No, I mean, I *know* you are innocent.”

“What the hell is all this about?” My arm dropped down to my thigh.

“Believe me, I know you are innocent. I spoke to your daughter too, remember?”

“You have her on tape, you piece of shit?”

“No, she didn’t want to be recorded. And I would appreciate it if you don’t direct that kind of abuse at me anymore.”

“And I would appreciate it…” I mimicked him, and nobody told me I did not sound like the petrified bastard sitting in front of me. “What are you, some kinda shrink?” When he opened his mouth to answer, I shook my head. “Don’t answer that. Jeez, even I don’t know why I asked that question.”

“I know you are upset.”

“You are really good at this, aren’t you?” I asked him sarcastically. A bit of color rushed to his cheeks, but he did not say anything. “What the fucking hell is all this?” I do not normally condone profanity, but I excused myself. This fucking asshole deserved whatever fuck he got for fucking with me. So there.

“Maybe you should just play it back,” he said, gesturing to the recorder I still held in my hand.

“Maybe you should just tell me everything, and I’ll play it back on the way home,” I told him. I received no argument. I suppose he must have wondered whether I had a player in my car that I could run the mini-cassette on, not realizing that I just had myself a good one for the price of a whole lot of bullshit.

He nodded, as if he had any choice in the matter, cleared his throat, sat up straighter and began his salvation. “If you would play that tape a bit longer, you will hear your wife admitting that she does not have any actual evidence that you are sleeping with your own daughter. She simply believes – or, I should say, she prefers to believe it. I told you about the Electra complex, didn’t I? That’s one form of penis-envy. There’s another, though -“

“Come again,” I interrupted. “What was that? Escort bayan Penis-envy?”

“That’s how Dr. Freud saw it,” he said it almost referentially. “He suggested that because the daughter does not have a penis and therefore feels possessive about the dominant male who has it. Often, this is translated into a jealous attitude victimizing her mother who is seen as the reason for the girl being without it. In other words, Daddy’s penis belongs to Mom, and it just ain’t fair.”

Like I said, learn something new everyday. But I would certainly prefer it if they came with instructions attached. “Jesus,” I exclaimed, not really meaning it. I am an atheist. “And people actually believed that crap?”

He stiffened for an instant before remembering how his stomach had collided with my fist quite recently. “It’s not crap, Mr. Kane; it’s a very good piece of psychological science. It helped us understand the human psyche as we know it today.”

On any other day, I would have asked if a psyche was what you called a female psycho. Today, I let it pass.

He continued because I had not interrupted, “I believe it, and so do a lot of other psychiatrists across the world. It’s based on science, logic and research, quite different from the kind of prejudice that people with misguided anger have.” I did not have misguided anger, I felt like telling him. I didn’t miss his solar plexus, did I? “But enough of that,” he said, clapping his hand once. It did not come out as sharply as he wanted it to, and for a moment there, the frustration showed on his face. It sounded as if someone had slapped a dog’s rump. Possibly a Chihuahua.

“You keep mentioning all these complexes,” I reminded him. “And I keep telling you that her father died a long -” I stopped myself as a thought struck me. “Shit, is it Nikki? Is she the one with the Electra complex?”

“No, no, no, no, no,” he said, echoing himself. Was he the hollow man, you might wonder – but I didn’t care at the time. “You’ve got it all wrong. Once again, Mr. Kane, you’ve jumped before the horse.”

I pointed out that he had mixed up his idioms, and he replied that I was mixing up his digestive system. “So we’re even,” I told him. “Now why don’t you cut the crap – I think I am repeating myself here – and tell me, please, what this is all about.”

Maybe it was the ‘please’ that did it, maybe he was tired of the comic routine he was running for me, maybe he needed to go to the bathroom because his digestive system had worked too well, or not at all, or maybe he felt sorry for me. “I’ll spell it out for you, but please don’t interrupt me. I hope we are agreed on that. No, don’t say anything, just listen. For once in your whole goddamned life, just listen. And then you can ask me questions at the end.”

Should I raise my hand? Oh, shuddup!

“Your wife does NOT have Electra complex. Now. She had it once upon a time, when she was just into her teens, long before she had met you, a time when she thought her father was her soul mate. Her one true love, I believe was the phrase she used, and she told me you know all about her and her father. That nothing happened, that he died of a heart-attack at their table during dinner and that she blamed her own mother for a long time afterwards.”

I knew all that, and a bit more. If he had not died, she might never even have become my girlfriend, let alone my wife. She had admitted as much to me when I took her to my apartment the day after I had proposed to her. I also knew that she had not forgiven her mother until after she too had passed away. It was only that evening, with her sobbing at her parents’ graves, that I knew that finally, her love was all mine. Nikki came barely a year later.

“Her counselor at the time managed to convince her she was not to blame, but I don’t think he did enough to keep her from transferring that on to her mother. That hatred remained long enough for Rachel to decide that she would never be to her daughter what her mother had been to her. A hurdle.”

I wanted to interrupt but didn’t. He was on a roll, and I did not want to derail him into things that made less sense. What he was telling me sounded something like Morpheus would tell Neo – if you can believe this one thing, then everything that flows from this must Bayan escort also be true. It took me ten times to understand what the Matrix was all about. I had a feeling I should have recorded Dr. Chivago’s monologue – maybe he went to the same writer the Wachowski brothers did. Therefore, I did what everyone else does when they don’t really understand.

I kept nodding.

“I don’t really think that Rachel woke up one morning and decided that she would allow her daughter to have a physical relationship with her father if she so wished. It was more likely a gradual change in her attitude and acceptance, and maybe it so happened that one day, she asked herself what would happen if, and she realized that she didn’t really mind. Not only that, but she really didn’t want to be the reason it never happened. It was such a strong sentiment that it scared her – what if they were really in love and never realized it because she was always around, maybe ruining what could have been the defining, or redefining, moment in their lives.”

“Damn,” I said, unable to help myself.

“What?” he asked anxiously. I did not blame him – somebody says that in my house, my first instinct is to wonder if the guy’s lost his bladder.

“I really should have recorded this. I don’t have the faintest idea what you said just now.”

He smiled patronizingly. “I don’t buy this act of you being as dumb as you try to let me think you are. Impulsive, yes, but not dumb. Your wife told me you are one of the sharpest knives in the drawer.”

He did not say that, actually. I wanted him to, but what he did say was, “Let me rephrase. Your wife promised herself that she would never interfere if you had an affair with your daughter. In fact, she would try to stay out more often so that you could have more privacy. Do you understand?”

I understood what he was telling me. It was exactly the kind of situation that had let to an increasing number of spats in the household over the past few months. Ever since my last case, when I had escaped death simply because my bullet was a tenth of a second faster than that of the guy whose head it went into, she had alternated between fussing over me and suddenly withdrawing herself, going off for hours and leaving me alone with Nikki, for whom I had actually taken the bullet. The simmering tension over her signing up for overtime at her hospital, working well into the night, would boil over from time to time once I had recovered completely. I would tell her to relax, take some time off, spend some of it with me, and she would accuse me of not being supportive enough in her career growth. She was a nurse, which is the reason I usually scoffed at her when she said this.

Now I understood why she was acting as if I didn’t need her, as if she no longer mattered to me. Pushing me away from herself and into our daughter’s arms. I asked him if she really thought that.

He nodded gravely. “It’s slightly more complicated than that, but you’ve understood the fundamentals.”

“Does anybody else know about this? I mean, Nikki? Your nurse?”

“I wasn’t as graphic with Ms. Kane,” he said. “What I mainly wanted from her was confirmation of your actions one way or another. She convinced me that you were either a terrific father or a terribly impotent one.” He smiled at his own joke – at least, one of us appreciated it more than it was worth. “No, she doesn’t know her mother wants to set it up so that the two of you can have an illicit relationship with each other.”

I was really impressed that he had managed to describe the alleged incestuous union – hey, now I’m doing it too – without ever having to use the F-word. Kinda reminded you that there were other words in the English language too.

“And your nurse, with the pretty legs?” I asked him, jerking a thumb at the door.

“With the fake tits?” he added, and it convinced me that the room was definitely not bugged. She had to be in on it if it were a con job – a possibility I still hadn’t dismissed – and I was sure would never take kindly to being addressed as a bimbo with silicone jobs, even if half the silicone in the entire world was concentrated within twenty square miles of where she was. “Nah, she knows nothing. I keep her so that I can get guys – like you – to visit Escort me. I do my own filing because she doesn’t know what comes after Q, and she does not have a key to this room. I could have a heart-attack in here and she can’t come in unless she kicks the door in.”

“With those legs? Wouldn’t be worth it,” I told him, grinning. He said, “Amen to that, brother.”

Look at us – five minutes ago, I was all set to murder him. Now we sat around, chatting about a woman we hardly knew, like a couple of friends from college. It’s the air, I tell you. It makes you do strange things. I once even heard a defendant say that under oath and the jury let him walk. Of course, he walked into a speeding car just outside the courts and was no longer concerned about the air by the time he hit the pavement, and the driver, who was actually the brother of the girl the deceased defendant had murdered a year ago, tried the same tactic in the same court to a different jury and got ten years. Must be the air, I tell you.

“Are you sure? That no one else knows?” I asked again.

“Look, when I told your wife I wanted to see you, I asked her not to say a word about it to you or your daughter. I made the same request to your daughter, too, and she promised me she wouldn’t say anything about it until after you had seen me. I called you up personally on my cell phone, and if you remember, all I told you was that your family had been in to see me, my time was paid for anyway, and my nurse had pretty legs, all of which is perfectly true. And you’ve got that tape, which I want you to return as soon as you’ve heard it all so that I can make copies of it and sell it on eBay.”

Thanks, I said, and he asked what for. “Letting me keep the recorder. It’s so nice of you, Dr. Chivago.”

“Damn, I always listen to a tape before I go to sleep.”

“You pervert,” I told him. “You are supposed to be helping people, not jacking off listening to their intimacy issues.”

“What else?” he remarked as I glanced at my watch. “You thought I was in it for the money?”

We had another beer each, in companionable silence. When I finished, I brought up the subject of what my daughter had said. He shook his head. “She’s not a patient of mine, so I can’t violate her confidence.”

I stared at him. Wouldn’t you? “You had no problem violating Rachel’s confidence, and she’s your patient.”

He took a last drag on his bottle and set it down on the floor. “I told you about Rachel because she would be in trouble if I didn’t. I won’t tell you about Nikki because she would be in trouble if I did.”

I didn’t understand that, either, but let it go. I figured I could ask her myself. It was a thought that gave me pause. In all my life pursuing suspects, parole-offenders, criminals, witnesses and the occasional client who skipped facts or payments, I had never had a problem asking the right question. Nikki had always been the exception. If I asked her how was her boyfriend, she would retort that I shouldn’t care about a guy whose name – even – I didn’t know; if I asked her how was Mr. So-and-so, it was always the answer that he was not the current boyfriend.

And now all I had to do was sit her down and ask her what she had told a strange, if not weird, psychiatrist – named after a guy who had sold his soul to the Devil, and what was the deal with that, anyway? – about her parents’ sex lives, especially one which was supposed to involve her. Ha! For a moment, I wished that I had been the one who had explained to her about the birds and the bees. It should have given me some kind of practice for this sort of thing. Maybe there was a book about it I could order online – like ‘How to Ask Your Teenage Daughter if She is Having Sex with You.’ On the other hand, maybe, ‘Does She Know What I Did to You Last Summer?’ might have some useful insights too.

I stood up to leave and shook hands. We played the usual my-hand-is-stronger-than-yours game that grown heterosexual men do whenever they come in physical contact, and I would like to say I won because I was not the one rubbing my hand when we stopped. However, just as I turned towards the door, I realized that I had left one question unasked.

“So what did you tell my wife in the end, anyway? That she could go home and stop all this nonsense?”

His smile was a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma surrounded by two rows of pearly white teeth that was definitely high maintenance. “You’ve got the tapes. Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

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Well it had been a few weeks since I last saw my boys, Brian and Josh. I’ve known them for a few years now and we are all very good friends, as well as fuck buddies. The last time we were all together was actually when my girlfriend had invited them over to basically have their way with me (see my “Bound By Three” diary entry). That episode was a once off, well, it might happen again I don’t know. But I’d been looking forward to seeing the boys again and finally it was arranged!

We were meeting up at a local nightclub first, and then we would head back to Brian’s place for some kinky fun. I’d been chatting to Mistress during the day and was feeling very horny already when it was time to get myself prettied up. Mistress had teased me and got me very excitable for the night, as I often do for her, when I know she is seeing one of her lovers. So I had a shower and put on a cute thong. I wanted to dress very hot and sexy to meet up with the boys. I wanted them wanting me badly as soon as they saw me. So I wore my sexiest pushup bra under a cropped tanktop, and one of my shortest little black skirts. Ok so it’s almost a belt really! But it covers my butt cheeks just enough to be considered legal I guess. I completed the look with some sexy strappy heels and blush-red lipgloss. I don’t normally go out dressed quite so slutty, but I was meeting my boys so I felt safe enough. I knew we wouldn’t be at the club for very long anyways!

I got a text from Brian and headed off to the club to meet them. Naturally my outfit had the desired effect! The boys picked me out right away and gave me hugs and said how sexy I looked. I knew some others were perving on me too, but I also knew just who I was going home with already. It was great to see them again and I could tell they were just itching for what’s going to happen later. We had a couple drinks at the club and danced a bit. At one stage I was dancing in between both of them. Rubbing my butt against one, while using my best seductive kitten face on the other. They just wanted to take me back to Brian’s place right then and there, but I wanted to make the teasing last as long as I could. There’s nothing hotter than the feeling of two sexy guys wanting you!

I don’t think we drew too much attention really, because the club was pretty packed and everyone was too involved in their own thing. Although I can only imagine what some people were thinking, seeing me getting in a cab with two guys! Needless to say, we didn’t waste too much time at the club. We left pretty early by clubbing standards, but we definitely had other things in mind. Once we got to Brian’s place, which isn’t very far away, we put some music on and had drinks while we all caught up.

After a while I got up and started dancing round like a stripper. I often do that because I know it turns guys on, and plus I do like to show off any chance I get! While I was dancing about, running my hands all over my body, I asked them what they thought of last time, when Bec had invited them to our place. They said that whole night was fucking hot! They enjoyed seeing me in the binding and Brian said that the clamps and the whipping was “kinky as!” By now I could feel myself getting really wet and my whole body was feeling very warm. I knew they wanted me, and I could even see the bulges in their pants growing. That just made me even more excited! It’s pretty hot knowing they are getting hard without me even touching them yet.

So I continued prancing about in front of them, moving more and more sexy the more turned on I was getting. I was listening to what they liked most about our group session with my girlfriend Bec. Seeing her fuck me with a strapon was mentioned a lot! We all know it’s every guy’s fantasy to watch two girls together. Mistress had said to me, that thought alone will probably fuel their dreams for ages to come. I’m also sure seeing that just made them want to fuck me even more. I was getting super horny by this stage, I’m sure they were too. So I kept dancing really sexy and told them to get their dicks out for me.

I was right, they were both hard as already! I moved to the floor between them and grabbed their cocks in my hands and began stroking them a little. Listening to their soft grunts of happiness as my hands worked their hard cocks. Then I started moving my mouth between the two, licking up and down one, and then rubbing my tongue ball up and down the other. I teased them by just licking for a few minutes, knowing how bad they must want my lips to just wrap around their hard shafts. Soon enough I started sucking at their cocks, alternating between one and the other. It wasn’t very long before I could taste their precum already, but I didn’t want them cumming just yet. Giving them one last lick each, I stood up and told them to undress me.

Quite often I strip myself while dancing for them, or even just on the way to the bedroom. But this felt very sexy and sensual, having them both undress me. They worked as a team, one standing behind me and one in front. Brian pulled my tanktop off over my head and undid my bra and slipped it off me. Josh knelt down a little to slide Escort bayan my skirt off, followed by my thong. I then helped them out of their clothes too until we were all standing there naked, their hands wandering all over me. I unbuckled my shoes and kicked them off. Then I wrapped my hands around their still aroused cocks and led them into the bedroom.

I jumped on the bed first and rolled onto my back, trying to look as fuckable as possible. I motioned them onto the bed either side of me and asked them to rub their dicks on me. I’m not always in such a dirty mood, but they were obviously loving it and didn’t need any encouragement. With Josh on one side of me and Brian on the other, I could feel the stickiness as they rubbed their precum all over my boobs and belly. Brian even smeared it all across my collarbone. It felt so dirty and naughty, and I was so horny I was loving it! While they smeared my naked body in their sticky precum, I asked them how they speak about me when they are planning a threesome like this. Sometimes it’s actually me that calls or texts them to arrange it. But other times it’s one of them that calls me to say they have two hard cocks for me! I started rubbing their precum all over myself as I listened. They said they usually know what the other is up to most of the time, since they are like best friends.

I heard that sometimes it’s a simple phone call saying, “I’m seeing Sara tonight, you want in too?” By now I had one hand between my thighs, rubbing and feeling how wet my kitty was.

Other times they said they would just text each other saying, “want to fuck Sara tonight?”

With two fingers slipping inside me, I said to them, “so you boys want to fuck me then?”

“Fuck yeah!” was their reply.

I wanted them bad by now and I wanted to be fucked so good. Grabbing their cocks, I motioned them where I wanted them. I had Josh move between my legs as I spread my thighs for him, and I had Brian move over my face as he slipped his cock between my lips. I was already moaning onto his cock as I started sucking it into my mouth. Josh didn’t waste much time slipping his big hardon into me. I was very, very wet, so he was able to slowly push it all the way inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, loving the feeling of him entering me for the first time. I had my hand over Brian’s cock as I sucked on it, wrapping my lips around it very tightly. I’m sure my moans on his cock must’ve felt really good as he watched Josh spreading my pussy open as he fucked me.

I was feeling so turned on, eagerly sucking Brian’s cock while Josh was steadily fucking me good and deep now. Neither of them lasted too long since I’d got them so turned on earlier. I was rubbing my clitti hard while I had their hard cocks at each end of me. Brian was first to let go. I heard his grunting and I held my breath as I felt his dick jerking in my mouth as he erupted. As his cum flooded my mouth, I had a slight orgasm with his cock still pushed between my lips. He came quite a lot too, and I was trying to moan, but I kept my lips wrapped around his dick until it stopped spasming. My mouth was full with his warm gooey cum as Josh was starting to pound into me harder now. I gulped and gulped until I could breath again and then I moaned onto Brian’s softening dick as I licked and sucked it clean for him.

I was still licking the stubborn last drips of cum from Brian’s dick when I felt Josh thrust forward hard as he moaned. My body was still trembling slightly as I felt his thick cock buried in my kitty, jolting inside as he exploded. I still had my legs wrapped around him, holding him deep inside me as I felt the very warm wetness of his cum filling me. Brian had moved back to rest against the head of the bed by now. I had my hands on Josh’s sexy bum as I gasped and panted, showing him how much I enjoyed his cum filling me. Luckily I’m on the pill and Brian and Josh are the only two guys I fuck these days, so I can relax and just enjoy the feeling of a guy exploding inside me. Eventually he slowly pulled out of me and I grabbed him and pulled him up towards my face. He took the hint and popped his dick in my mouth and I sucked the last dribble of cum out of him. Such a naughty taste, the sticky saltiness of his cum, mixed with my own juices. I always say it makes boy cum taste better if he’s just been inside me.

They both needed a break now, not surprisingly. So they went to grab drinks for us and I asked them to grab my bag for me. Since I was already so excited about tonight, I’d put some toys in my bag so I could keep going while the boys were regrouping. When they came back to the bedroom, I sculled half of my drink and grabbed a dildo out of my bag. While I was waiting I’d kept my legs together so I didn’t dribble everywhere. Now while the boys lounged on the bed watching, I spread my legs as I pushed my dildo into my pussy. I could see they were watching intently while I pushed it in and out a couple times. Then they watched as I slowly pulled it out of me, all smeared with Josh’s cum. I brought it up to my mouth and slipped it between my lips a little as I started sucking on Bayan escort it. It felt so naughty doing that in front of them, but I was sure it’d help to get them hard and horny again soon.

I started rubbing my clit while I sucked on the dildo, licking Josh’s cum off it. His cum was just starting to dribble from my kitty too and I used it to lube my clitti while I rolled my fingers over it in a frenzy. I soon started to cum again and I rested the dildo against my lips as I moaned loud while I rubbed my clit hard. The dirtiness and naughtiness of the whole scene was filling my mind as my pussy spasmed. I could barely keep my eyes open to see the boys watching me make myself cum so hard. When I finally had some consciousness again, I dragged the dildo down my body and quickly shoved it back in my pussy. I was feeling so hot and still so damn horny. I just pushed that dildo into me and started fucking myself with it as I began rubbing my swollen clit again. Spreading my legs wider so the boys had a good view, I steadily fucked my pussy with the dildo and rubbed my clit so hard until I came again! This time my back arched so much my bum was just off the bed as I felt my pussy gripping the dildo so hard over and over.

It drove me crazy that the boys were watching me make myself so wild. Once I came back down to earth, I slipped the dildo from my pussy and licked it like a porn star. They were just watching in intense silence as I licked all the sticky juices from the dildo. I could feel trickles of wetness starting to dribble down my butt crack now. So I spread my legs really wide and with the tip of the dildo I rubbed that mixture of juices over my butthole. I could hear their mumbles as they watched this, but I was in a mind of my own, so I really have no clue what they were saying, if anything. When I felt very relaxed, I slowly pushed the dildo into my bum. My mind was on fire, feeling so hot and horny, being so dirty and naughty. I just wanted the boys to be rock hard again to fuck me some more. So I slowly teased the dildo in and out of my bum for a minute and then to my own surprise, I pulled it out and sucked it again!

I’ve only sucked Josh once or twice after he’s fucked me there. It’s still a pretty new thing that I’ve opened up to trying. I could tell it was really turning them on, seeing me be this wild and naughty. As I sucked the dildo clean again, all I could taste was Josh’s cum and my juices still. By now the boys were moving about on the bed, itching to get into the action again I’m sure. I’d been fucking myself with the dildo for what seemed like an hour, and now I could see the boys both had hard dicks again and I wanted them!

So now I had Josh lay back on the bed as I knelt over him, watching him smear some lube all over his thick cock. I flipped myself over and backed up over him, until the tip of his cock was rubbing against my butt. Now remembering Josh is the bigger of the two boys, I must’ve been super horny wanting him in my butt. I slowly worked myself onto his hard cock, feeling his reasonably thick shaft stretching my butt open. It hurt a little bit at first, but in such a mood like I was, it was actually a turn on! He had slowly pushed most of his cock up into me as I felt it making my pussy squeeze and a heap of his cum oozed out of me from his earlier fucking. I wiped it with my fingers and rubbed it all over my still swollen clit as Brian was maneuvering between my legs. He grabbed my thighs as he positioned the bulging head of his cock between my bright red swollen pussy lips.

As I slowly rocked back and forth on Josh’s dick, I just gasped at Brian, “fuck me!”

He didn’t need any more invitation, and I could tell he was even hornier now because he just lunged forward, pushing his cock all the way into my pussy. I half yelped, half moaned, as his cock filled my pussy, while Josh had his hands either side of my belly, edging me back on top of him. Soon enough I was laying back onto Josh’s chest as he rocked his hips up towards me as his thick cock began thrusting into my butt. At the same time, Brian’s hands on my thighs held my legs open while he started fucking my pussy like a wild man! If I wasn’t so wet and horny, this might’ve hurt, but I had been thinking about it all day and now I just wanted them both to fuck me so badly. Secretly, that’s why I dressed the way I did to meet them at the club. I wanted them to be aching to fill all my holes since they first saw me tonight. And now they were! I was constantly moaning and squirming on their cocks as they double penetrated me.

I think the session with Bec had shown them just how hard they can fuck me when I’m this horny, because they were really giving it to me. I felt so filled with both their cocks thrusting deep into my pussy and bum. I’d barely touched my clit when I had a massive orgasm, closely followed by another as I started to rub myself. The contractions of my pussy, ever tighter because of Josh’s cock filling my butt; it must’ve got to Brian because before I knew it he rammed himself deep into me and exploded in my quivering pussy. Oh my god! It was such a hot feeling, having another Escort load of hot sticky cum shooting deep in my pussy. He quickly pulled out once he was done, so that Josh could continue his thrusts into my bum. I could feel his hands moving to my hips as he bounced me onto his cock now. Reaching for my dildo, I managed to grab it and toss it at Brian, hoping he would be open enough to use it on me while Josh continued fucking my butt.

I was quite surprised how interested Brian was with the dildo. The first thing he did was push it against my lips and make me suck on it a little. I happily opened my mouth and sucked it as if it was his cock! He basically fucked my mouth with the dildo while Josh was bouncing me up and down on his cock. I was loving it, it felt so hot and dirty and my body was loving the attention of two sexy guys. With Josh’s cock pushing up harder and deeper in my butt now, I could feel Brian’s still warm cum starting to ooze from my pussy. Brian quickly took the dildo from my mouth and wiped his cum all over my swollen pussy before pushing it inside me. It was my 8 inch dildo, but with two loads of cum inside me now, he slid it into me quite quickly almost all the way. As the dildo filled my opened pussy again, it made my butthole tighten around Josh’s cock. He had to slow his thrusts a little, but I could tell it was exciting him too. He was steadily pushing his hard cock up into my bum, every single inch of it!

I was already getting just a little sore and I knew by morning I’d be very sore. But I didn’t care one bit. I’d been craving this for so long, I just wanted them to fuck me senseless! I wanted to cum and cum and cum, but Brian was being just a little too gentle with the dildo at this stage. So reaching down to his hand on the dildo, I guided him and pressed hard on his hand, urging him to thrust it into me harder. I was gasping and panting as I felt the dildo forcing my pussy to open every time Brian pushed it in, harder now. At the same time I could feel Josh thrusting up into my butt very hard now. It was at the stage that it was almost hurting. But I was so turned on that I just gyrated onto his cock, meeting his thrusts as he drove his thick hard cock up into me. Brian was really drilling that dildo into my pussy now and I was on the verge of cumming.

Suddenly he yanked the dildo from my well fucked pussy and pushed it against my mouth! Again I gladly let him push it between my lips and into my mouth. I could taste both their cum all over the dildo and I could taste myself a lot too. I started sucking on it crazily as I moved my hand to my cum soaked pussy and started rubbing my ever swollen clit again. Just as I was on the verge again, Brian quickly pulled the dildo from my mouth as I started moaning so loudly. I’d moved my hand a little, hoping he was watching. My eyes were barely open when I felt the dildo being rammed back into my pussy. He really pushed it in hard, harder than I showed him just minutes before. I could feel the base of it hit my swollen labia as he buried every inch of it inside me. I almost collapsed on top of Josh as my body quaked. His hands were gripping my hips so tight, pulling my butt onto his cock as he was about to explode. I was panting and moaning as I was being hammered by Josh’s thick cock in my butt, and Brian plunging the dildo into my pussy so deep and hard.

Josh grunted in my ear, “want me to pull out?”

I just almost squealed, “noooooo!” “Cum in me!!” I pleaded.

Oh my god! It was like a nuclear explosion! Josh pulled me down onto his cock so hard and thoroughly erupted deep in my butt. I could feel his cock spasming and jerking back and forth inside me. He came so much and for what seemed like a long time too. The whole time my body was writhing and bucking wildly as I came so hard. It was the biggest orgasm of the night so far, it was what I call a double actually, and my body shivered for ages even after. Josh was just holding me on top of him until his dick calmed down, but Brian continued ramming the dildo into me the whole time I was cumming. I thought it would never stop, not that I wanted it to. Eventually Josh lifted me off his cock and I lay there completely delirious for a while. My orgasms had stopped, but my whole body was still quivering from the long and intense fucking.

After a while I had enough consciousness back and I rolled over onto Brian’s legs and started sucking his cock clean. I could taste his cum stuck to him, and I could smell and taste myself all over him too. My butthole was still pulsing from Josh’s long fucking too. At the same time I could feel both their cum oozing from both places and dribbling down my thighs a little. I wasn’t sure if the boys were up for a third round, if anything it’d be unusual for Brian to get hard a third time. But I kept licking and sucking his cock until there was a little life in it to give me hope. So I started stroking it in my hand as I moved my mouth towards Josh’s cock. I wrapped my lips around the head and started sucking it into my mouth. Licking and sucking the sticky messy of cum off him. Josh started to get pretty hard again already and when Josh has already cum once or twice, he gets really, really hard next time round. I alternated my mouth and hands between their two cocks again. After a fair workout for my mouth, I’d managed to get them both rock hard again!

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TJ Ch. 07

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It was Friday morning a week after Kevin’s dad showed up at the house drunk with a gun; that ended with Kevin’s dad getting shot in the shoulder after the sheriff’s department showed up and he refused to lower his weapon. He was arrested, and the judge set his bail at some ridiculous amount. There wasn’t anyone willing to bail him out, so it didn’t matter. That was also the night I met Sean’s Uncle Aaron. Imagine Sean about twelve years older in a tight-fitting uniform. I asked Sean if we could get him one and he said I wasn’t allowed to fantasize about his uncle while doing anything with him.

We all noticed the change in Kevin after the threat of his dad was taken away. He smiled more, talked more, and we discovered a wicked sense of humor under the gentle giant exterior.

Anyways, where was I? Oh, yeah, Friday morning a week later. We were eating breakfast still in our sleeping shorts. Robert looked over at Josh and me and said, “Now, y’all finish up breakfast and get ready for school. Remember today’s Spirit Day theme is purple and white.”

“Okay. That’s fine. I’ll find a purple shirt to wear.”

Both Josh and Robert looked at me like I was from Mars or something. Josh said, “You can’t just wear a purple shirt and say that’s it. Seriously, aren’t you going to paint your face half purple and half white? Amber and Jenny are doing my face before school and I’m wearing my school shirt from last year with one white Converse and one purple Converse. If you just throw on a purple shirt, that’s totally phoning it in. Don’t you have any S-P-I-R-I-T?”

“Are you serious right now? Painting your face? Two different colored shoes? You’re going to stick out like a sore thumb. There’s no way I’m painting my face or anything else like that.”

Robert chuckled. “Teej, you have no idea. If anyone’s going to stick out today, it will be you. This town takes football and school spirit very seriously.”

“Yeah, right. Every school says that. The football players will be wearing their jerseys, the cheerleaders will be wearing their uniforms, and few other students and a couple of teachers will be dressed up.”

“You’ll see. You’re going to wish you didn’t phone it in by the end of the day. Maybe Jenny will take pity on you and paint your face.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m going to be wearing face paint today.”

Josh interjected, “It’s not called face paint, it’s war paint. You’re going to be surprised, I promise you.”

Well, let me just say, I stuck out like a sore thumb. There were only a handful of students who didn’t come decked out in purple and white with war paint on. This school was crazy obsessed with school spirit.

Thankfully, my caring, wonderful, loving boyfriend happened to have his war paint with him and sat me down in the cafeteria before classes and I officially acquired school spirit or something.

While Sean painted my face half purple and half white, I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. They were emerald green pools I could drown in and die a happy man. He noticed my stare and got a shit-eating smirk on him face.

“Babe, the way you’re looking at me right now is making my dick painfully hard. I don’t want to walk around here with a boner in my shorts and I don’t want to get expelled for public indecency. Besides, if I get arrested before tonight, I can’t come over after the game and spend all night with my lips on your skin.”

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed as I surged forward and claimed his lips.

The kiss was mind-numbingly blissful until I heard Rogers’ voice. “Fucking faggots.” I looked his way to see him and Smith glaring at us. Surprisingly, Rachel was holding Smith’s hand. She looked nervous for a moment until she looked at me and glared.

Sean groaned and I was about to say something about finding new material when I heard Josh speak. “Seriously? What is your fucking problem? What did any of us ever do to you? What gives you the right to stand there and yell insults like that? Sean is your teammate and captain who put everything on the line to be honest with y’all. And you repay his honesty by calling him names and insulting him? How does us being gay affect you at all? We’re not hitting on you or checking you out. We’re minding our own business and not hurting anyone.”

I don’t think Josh realized he was saying “us” and “we” while he spoke. He had just unintentionally outed himself to the two biggest homophobic bigots in the school. I made eye contact with Sean and the look on his face was a mix of shock, awe, and admiration. I looked over at Kevin and could tell he was surprised but there were signs of moisture in the corners of his eyes. I notice Rachel looking at Kevin and she put two and two together. She looked back at me and her eyes almost softened. I stood and placed my hand on Josh’s shoulder. He looked at me and looked scared for a moment. I squeezed his shoulder and he looked back at Rogers before continuing.

“I don’t hear anyone complain when Castro kisses Jenny. In fact, I don’t hear anyone complaining about Sean and TJ kissing Escort bayan except you. Why is that? Are you jealous?”

I knew he had gone too far. Before I could react and pull him out of the way, Rogers grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“You little fucking…”

That’s as far as he got before we heard a primal roar come from Kevin. “Get your goddamn hands off my boyfriend before I put you in the hospital.”

Rachel dropped Smith’s hand and looked at him, silently begging him to stop his friend. He just smiled at her. Rogers looked from Josh to Kevin and back to Josh. He laughed and threw Josh in Kevin’s direction. Kevin caught Josh before he could fall but never took his eyes off Rogers.

“Walk away now and you’ll still be able to breathe on your own. If you ever look at Josh the wrong way I will make you regret it.”

Rogers chuckled, but it sounded forced and full of false bravado. “Don’t worry Wilson, I won’t hurt your little butt boy. Just make sure he watches his mouth.”

Kevin all but growled, “Walk away. This is your last warning.”

Everyone, including Smith, could hear the promise in those words. He wisely said, “Come on Rogers. We gotta get to class. Leave the fags alone for now.”

Smith and Rogers started walking away. Rachel was looking from Kevin to Smith. It looked like she was trying to decide what she should do. Smith turned and said, “Rachel, come on babe. If you don’t leave with us now, don’t bother trying to talk to me again.”

For half a second, I thought she might do the right thing and choose her cousin. She looked at Kevin and Josh and whispered a pathetic, “Sorry y’all,” before turning and walking to catch up with the pair. Smith threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her forcefully to his side.

I glanced at Kevin, but he was too busy comforting Josh to care about his cousin’s actions. Josh looked at me and started to say something, but I cut him off.

“Robert’s going to be so fucking pissed and for once it won’t be at me.”

Josh barked out a laugh and sounded a little hysterical when he spoke. “I just came out. Oh, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. I just came out.”

“Yeah bub, you did. How do you feel? Are you okay?”

Kevin spoke softly in Josh’s ear. I could barely make out what he was saying. “I’m so proud of you. But, if you ever try to stand up to someone that much bigger than you again, I won’t be happy. It took all my willpower not to throttle him when he grabbed you. Now, I think we need to go talk to your dad and let him know what happened.”

“I guess we should. I’m not looking forward to this. Hopefully he won’t be too pissed. Thank you for not attacking Rogers. I don’t want you getting in trouble over his ignorance. Well, let’s get this over with before class starts.”

They started walking away and since this was normally the type of thing Josh and I handled together, I blurted out, “Hey let me grab my things. Wait up.”

They turned and looked at me. Kevin looked apologetic and Josh looked confused. Josh looked at me and simply said, “You don’t need to come. Kevin and I can handle it. I’ll see you in Drama Class.” He turned and started walking to the office.

My face must’ve fallen because when Kevin and I made eye contact, he started, “Teej, I’m sor…”

“It’s okay. Go on and catch up with him. I’ll see you at lunch.”

It looked like he was about to apologize again. I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle that, so I said, “Really Kevin, it’s okay. I’ll see you at lunch. Go on.” And then I added in whisper he could barely hear, “Please.”

He nodded and said, “It will be okay. I’ll see you later.” But his eyes were saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”

As he walked to catch up with Josh, I rushed to my backpack, picked it up and tried to walk away. Before I could make it a few steps, someone grabbed me from behind and whispered in my ear, “Are you okay, babe?”

It took me a second to be able to answer him honestly. I nodded and said, “Yeah, I think I am. It hurts to think he doesn’t need me like he used to when we were young. Normally, this would be the kind of thing he would need me to be with him for. Just to stand next to him and encourage him and give him support. I guess he has Kevin to do that for him now and I think I’m okay with it.”

“You know he’s always going to need you too, right? He’s always looked up to you as a big brother. The only thing that has changed is now he has Kevin to help take care of him. Come on, let’s head to class, the bell is about to ring.”

“Oh, shit! I forgot some of my homework out in the car. Will you tell Mrs. Waters I’ll be a couple of minutes late?”

“Okay, hurry up. You know how she gets when someone comes in too late.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in bit.”

I quickly gave him a kiss and ran out to my car. Once I found the homework I was looking for, I headed back inside. The halls were eerily empty. It’s weird how a school hallway can go from chaos to abandoned in less than a minute. Bayan escort Anyways, I was turning the corner to head my English class and saw Rachel walking towards the classroom from the opposite end of the hall. This was not the overconfident, selfish bitch walking my way. Normally she walks like she’s the most important person in the room. I might not like her, but I will admit she has a presence about her and people notice when she walks in or out of a room.

The person I was looking at was looking down at the ground, almost shuffling her feet, and wiping at her eyes. Gods help me, I don’t know why, but I actually waited before entering the classroom to check on her.

“Rachel? Is everything okay?”

She looked up and I could see she had been crying. When she answered me, there was ice in her words. “What do you care? Let me in, I’m late.”

“Hey, I was just making sure you were okay. I honestly don’t give a fuck. I gave my last one to Sean, so you’re shit out of luck.”

I started to open the door, when she surprised the fuck out of me and laughed. I looked up at her to make sure she hadn’t lost her damn mind, and she was smiling at me. The bitch further blew me out of the water when she said, “Thank you, I needed that.”

I was stunned and stammered out, “Umm…you’re welcome?”

“This doesn’t change anything. We’re not going to be friends. But thank you for asking. Just stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. I’m trying to get Smith and Rogers to back off Kevin and Sean, but I don’t think it’s going to work. I’m not sure what they have planned, but tell Sean and Kevin both to be careful. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Get out of my way so we can go inside.”

“And the bitch is back,” I said with a slight smile.

She huffed and pushed past me loudly stating, “Get out of my way, you’re making me late for class. Just leave me alone. Sorry Mrs. Waters, TJ wouldn’t let me come into class. I’ve been trying to get past since the bell rang.”

I stood in the doorway with my mouth hanging open. Before I could respond to what was said, Mrs. Waters said, “Mr. Kennedy, please close your mouth before something flies in and take your seat, I’m ready to begin.”

After class, Sean wasted no time before he asked, “What was going on with you and Rachel?”

“When I came in from getting my shit out of the car, I saw her walking down the hall towards the classroom and I could tell she had been crying. Now, here’s where I plea temporary insanity because, me being the dumbass I am, asked her if she was okay. Basically, she asked why I cared and I said I didn’t because I had already given you my last fuck, so I didn’t have any more to give. She actually laughed at that. Scared the shit out me. I was half expecting her to start projectile vomiting split-pea soup and her head to start spinning around. Either that or start fucking herself with a crucifix screaming ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, lick me raw bitch.’ Thank the gods none of those things happened. But, she did tell me she’s trying to get Smith and Rogers to back off you and Kevin, but y’all need to watch y’alls backs.

“Next thing I know she reminds me we’re not friends. No shit bitch! Then she pushed past me opening the door spouting off some bullshit about me not letting her past to get into the room. Like I was purposefully trying to make her tardy or something.”

“Wow, we really didn’t need to watch The Exorcist last weekend.”

“Really? That’s what you got from my rant? The Exorcist references? Wow, it’s a good thing you’re hot and I kind of like you because, hello? Rachel and I had a civil conversation and we both lived to tell about it. That’s like way epic, don’t you think?”

“You know, before I turned her down, she wasn’t that bad of a person. Just very persistent. Kind of bratty sometimes. Expected to get what she wanted. Never mind she was a bitch back then too. Alright, I’m going that way, you go that way.” He indicated which direction we were supposed to head, like I wouldn’t remember. This is the worse part of my day. I won’t get to talk to him again until lunch. Then I won’t see him after lunch until last period.

“Okay Brainiac. I know where I’m going. I have been going to school here for three whole weeks. I’ll see you at lunch. Love ya.”

“I love you too. Bye.”

I watched him walk away for a moment, smiled to myself while admiring the view, then headed for Drama. I immediately went to find Josh. He was talking to some of the other students when I walked over to them. One of the girls asked, “Kevin Wilson is really your boyfriend? Really? I mean he’s so…and you’re so…” When referencing Kevin, she held her hands as far apart as she could. When she spoke about Josh, she held her hands about six inches apart. An uncontrollable laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Josh turned around and looked at me. I noticed he had added Kevin’s number to his cheek. One look in my eyes and he knew what going on in my mind.

He stood up and put his hand over my mouth. Escort To get him to move his hand, I started lick his palm knowing how much he hated it. “Eww, gross Teej. Keep your mouth shut, please.”

I shook my head and said, “What? What do you think I was going to say? I certainly wouldn’t make any references to a Chihuahua and a Rottweiler.”

Josh’s neck turned an adorable shade of red while the girl who made the hand gestures, whose name is Stacey, looked at me and started giggling. I decided to take pity on him and said, “Actually, Kevin is a sweetheart and I couldn’t want anyone better for my baby bro. You should see them together.”

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. Since it was a game day, the football team didn’t have to be anywhere till 6:00, so Sean, Kevin, Josh, and I went out to grab a bite to eat. At one point during the meal, I looked at Josh and asked, “How did the rest of the day go for you? Anyone give you any shit over this morning?”

He shook his. “No, not at all. I was asked questions all day, especially after I added Big Guy’s number on my cheek. Otherwise, if anything, people seemed supportive. I understand why Dad’s worried about us coming out. When he was in high school and college, things were different. But people our age tend to be more accepting when it comes to sexuality. Yeah, there are still bigots and homophobes out there, but they are not as common as they used to be.”

We talked a little longer, then decided to head to the school. The stadium filled up faster than I thought possible. This town is seriously dedicated to supporting the football team. Josh and I found seats next Jarrod and Mike. I noticed Jenny and Amber on the sidelines and waved. They came over to say hi. Since they were co-head cheerleaders, it was their responsibility to get the paper sign the football team runs through set up, so they couldn’t speak to us for very long. I kept noticing Mike and Amber glancing at each other and smiling. Mike surprised the hell out of all of us as they were walking away.

“Hey, Amber!” She stopped and turned towards us before Mike continued. “Umm…I was wondering if you wanted to maybe, possibly…umm…well…what are you doing after the game?”

She smirked at him. “Nothing, yet. Why?”

He was starting to blush. “Well, I was thinking that maybe, I mean, I thought you might be hungry after the game and wanted to see if you maybe wanted to get something to eat?”

Amber is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, but she isn’t above teasing someone. I think we all like to watch people squirm a little. So, it didn’t surprise me when she asked, “Mike Hebert, are you asking me out on date?”

Mike stammered out, “M…m…maybe? I mean, if you wanted to consider it a date. Or, we could just go as friends. It’s up to you totally.”

“I would love for you to take me out on a date tonight after the game.” She winked at him and ran to catch up with Jenny.

Jarrod, Josh, and I sat there in silence. I’m not sure how my face looked, but Josh looked like he was about crack up, while Jarrod’s face was a mixture of shock, amusement, and awe. I finally broke the silence when I busted out laughing. I managed to say, “You realize my boyfriend is going to threaten you with bodily harm if you hurt her, right?”

Mike’s eyes got comically huge. He managed to speak out an “Oh,” before I clapped his shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let him hurt you. Too much. Besides, you being the big badass track star I’ve heard about, you can probably outrun him. Maybe.”

The game started shortly after that. Our team looked good. Sean looked fantastic. He tended to hand the ball off to Castro most of the time. When he did throw, he hit his target almost every time. There was one point where it looked like he had fumbled the ball when Smith “accidentally” allowed one of the defensive linemen past him. The ball came loose as he was being tackled. Luckily, the ref ruled him down, so the ball didn’t change possession. The final score ended up 38-21, in our favor.

As soon as the clock hit zero, we all ran onto the field to congratulate the team. I was going to give Sean a fist bump or a bro hug since there were so many fans surrounding us. However, once Sean saw me, he ran up to me, picked me up in a hug, and placed a light kiss on my lips. The crowd around us suddenly got eerily quiet. There were a few gasps when they noticed the same thing happening with Josh and Kevin right next to us. Most of the team, however, carried on like nothing was wrong, trying to encourage their parents to act like nothing was wrong. As far as Smith and Rogers went, they were glaring at us.

This is, until Robert and Lori came over and congratulated Kevin and Sean. Suddenly, Tweedle-Dee and Tweddle-Dum had somewhere better to be. Robert leaned over to me and asked, “Are y’all going to the party tonight?”

I looked at him questioningly. “What party?”

Robert chuckled. “The football team has a party almost every Friday night during the season. It’s normally at either one of the player’s or one of the cheerleader’s house. I’m sure Kevin and Sean will get invited in the locker room. If y’all go, have fun, be careful, watch out for your brother, and be home before one. That’s when the city curfew starts.”

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Y’ know, all the years she lived at home, I never – not once – looked at my daughter that way. I like to think I never would have either. I love my daughter – as a father. So how did I get into such a fucked up situation?

It started a few weeks back. Meg, my wife, has lost interest in sex over the last couple of years. Oh, we still make love but more and more I get the impression she’s just going through the motions to please me. So, touched as I am by that, I’ve found myself wanting her less and less. Making love to Meg used to be such a spiritual thing that I’m increasingly uncomfortable sullying that memory for what has become just a few minutes of callisthenics. Anyway, in the absence of sex at home, I sought release elsewhere. No – not my daughter. I took to searching for porn on the internet.

It’s been a couple of decades since I took a real interest in porn and, wow, has it changed? What happened to all the grainy photos and untrimmed muffs? With so much porn available, I was able to find girls who looked a lot like Meg used to, except they were doing things Meg would never have done back in the day.

All that was fine for a while. Then I discovered the joys of webcams. The idea of some little chica taking off her panties just for me and fingering her wet, little twat while I jerk off in my study. Holy Shit! I found a couple of girls who reminded me of Meg, because Meg is still the woman I really want, even after 25 years of marriage. I found a couple of girls who looked like her and got off with one of them virtually every night.

A few weeks ago, neither of my regular girls was on-line so I got to browsing the public rooms looking for a one-night stand. Now, if you’ve never seen these sites, I’ll explain a few things. They’re two tier. There’s the public rooms where the girls chat and flirt and tease but don’t get nekkid. Then there’s the private rooms where the girl of your choice does pretty much anything you can imagine for five bucks a minute. Sounds expensive? So how long does it take you to get off when a girl you really fancy sticks three fingers up her ass and three in her twat while telling you how much she wants your cock instead? Trust me, its twenty-five bucks well spent.

Anyway, there I was, trying to pick a room based on the thumbnails of the girls – peeking through windows, so to speak. I spotted one girl with her ass to the camera and bisected neatly by a white thong. Just my speed, thought I and went right in.

Allwaysalways was her nom-de-salon and she was unbearably sexy, at least from this angle. Her bottom was perfect, flawless and devoid of pimples or blemishes. Her thong was so slim that her shaved labia were only half covered. What was covered was discernable as a contour map of white cotton. There was the nub of her clitoris at the head of a long straight valley that fed into what may have been a fjord, judging by the long slim wet patch that glistened as light caught it. The thin back of the thong did little to hide the sepia periphery of her anus, though it did cover her actual sphincter – just. As I catalogued all the good reasons for wanting to spend time with her, an elegantly manicured finger, tipped with a pearl coloured nail hooked under her string and traced the cleft of her buttocks, brushing over her anus and vanishing from sight momentarily under the white triangle of her gusset. It returned to view and was held close to the camera, glistening with her juices. Fuck! She was most definitely ripe for the plucking.

My cock was painfully hard, trapped in my trousers, so I unzipped and hauled the little guy out of there for his daily exercise. On screen, one of my roomies asked her real name, introducing himself as Vinnie. Helen. I now had a name for my lust. Helen! The ass that launched a thousand ships. Trust me guys, Helen’s ass and apple pie are like God and Country – We must defend them both to a man!

But I digress. Helen rocked her hips slowly, practically pouting with her pussy. Girls who know how to be on camera always move slowly. Webcams have so few frames per second that if you move fast it can look very jerky. Slow is sexier anyway and Helen clearly knew that. I stroked my length and watched her awhile, using my free hand to type a greeting and a comment on how sexy she was:-

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: Hi Helen. Damn, Girl! That is some fine tush you got there.”

“Allwaysalways: Thx papa. Want 2 see more?”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: In a min. Gotta get warmed up. It takes time at my age. Toys?”

Gotta get warmed up! Who was I kidding? I had a boner you could drive nails with, but its as well to be really ready before the meter starts running with these girls or it can get expensive.

“Allwaysalways: Lots of toys. How old are you papa?” On screen she draped a string of anal beads over her butt so the first bead rested just where it should. A bright blue dildo came into frame from between her legs, nuzzling her crotch. Yeah! She had toys.

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: 45. U?”

“Allwaysalways: 20. ready to go pvt papa?”

Man was I ever ready? But I wanted to see the rest of Escort bayan her first.

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: depends. do u have a pretty smile?”

There was a moment of unfocused movement as she turned around and adjusted the camera to show all of her. As the image refocused, I nearly had a heart attack.

“Allwaysalways: do I papa?”

Fucking hell! My daughter! Helen! I was sitting there with a hard-on ready to explode and I’d got it up watching my own daughter’s tush.

“Allwaysalways: well papa?”

Shit. She was even calling me Papa. And to add to the general fucked-up-ness of the situation, my hard-on wasn’t abating. It was actually twitching excitedly at the prospect. Not having any idea how I could deal with this, I closed the webpage.

My daughter. My little girl is doing sex shows. Y’know, I could have lived my whole life without that datum. She’d told her Mom she had a summer job in telemarketing. Sure, we were disappointed that she wouldn’t be home for the holidays but students always need money and we were proud of our independent little girl. But this? This isn’t telemarketing. Ok, so it’s closer to stripping than hooking but still… Strippers just take their clothes off and dance. Cam girls tend to have to get a whole lot more explicit than that. How many guys have watched her push those beads up her tush? How many have jerked off as that dildo stretched her wide? Oh Shit! This was too fucked up. Mental images of Helen using the toys were making my cock twitch. I couldn’t possibly deny I was turned on, even while I was internally ranting about what my little girl was doing for money.

I’d call her. That’s what I’d do. Call her and talk to her about it. I reached for the telephone and speed dialled her mobile.

“Hi Daddy. What’s up?” She sounded so chipper I lost my nerve.

“Hello Sweetheart. Why does anything have to be up?”

“Because you never call me. It’s always Mom.”

“So? Then it’s about time I did. You’re always talking to your mother. I just thought… It’d be nice to hear your voice for a change. I always get your news second hand.” How on earth was I going to get on to the subject of her ‘job’?

“It’s good to hear you too, Daddy, but I’m at work right now.”

“So late?” Yeah Sweetheart, Daddy knows you’re at work. That’s what’s up.

“I need the overtime. Tuition to pay.”

“Helen… I’ve told you before, if you need help with that…” Shit! I’d gladly cover all her tuition at this point, just to get her off the internet. But I wish my cock would go back to sleep. Damn! Helen’s voice is so sexy. Oh God! I can’t be lusting after my own daughter. I just can’t.

“I know, Daddy, and its sweet of you to offer… but I want to pay my own way if I can.”

I gave in to the demons and reopened the browser, navigating back to Allwaysalways’ chat room. I heard a kerching noise over the telephone as I re-entered.

“What was that?” I asked. Not that I needed to. Some cam-girls have sound and you hear the kerching from their PCs whenever a customer with credit enters their room. It is the money they’re interested in after all.

“Just someone reaching their sales target.” Helen lied smoothly. On screen, she was lying face down with her feet in the air, propped on her elbows, holding her phone to her ear and typing with her free hand.

“Allwaysalways: welcome back papa”

I could hear Helen typing in the background.

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: sorry. lost connection. Who r u talking to?”

“Daddy, I really gotta get back to work. We’re not supposed to take personal calls.”

“Allwaysalways: girlfriend ;-)”

“Oh…Sure Sweetheart. Well, I’d better let you get on with it then. Goodnight.”

“G’nite Daddy. Love to Mom.” The line went dead. On screen, Helen put down her phone.

“Allwaysalways: Papa. u never did tell me what u thought of my smile.” She reoriented and zoomed her camera to show just her face and white cami top. She was stunning – even allowing for paternal bias in such things.

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: Lovely” And still my cock was hard. I was going to have to accept that I wanted her. I felt like such a sicko. That turned me on more, not less.

“Allwaysalways: Papa I’m really wet. Wanna take me somewhere quiet and …?”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: sure” I clicked the button to go private with her. I told myself that it was to protect her from all those perverts who’d been ogling her and demanding flashes or making vulgar suggestions. I told myself that but, deep down, I knew I was just another dirty old man and I really really wanted to get my rocks off.

“Allwaysalways: shall I take these things off?”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: not yet. can we talk a bit?”

“Allwaysalways: sure papa. u like talking dirty?”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: no. I’m just wondering why you do this. Is it just for the money?”

“Allwaysalways: you’re not gonna start trying to save me are you?”

“Allwaysalways: because I don’t need saving. NO, not just the money. I couldn’t do this unless I got off on getting off in front of an Bayan escort audience.”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: sorry. I didn’t mean to sound critical”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: I’m not trying to save anybody”

“Allwaysalways: Good”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: So you really do come sometimes?”

“Allwaysalways: It takes me about 10 mins to get off properly. Most guys don’t want to spend that much. I can put on a show that’ll get you off in half that. Wanna try?”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: I don’t mind the money”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: Why don’t you show me what you really like?”

“Allwaysalways: Oh goodie!” She zoomed out a bit so she was all in shot and peeled her cami top off. Damn! She had pert tits. I realized why I was so hard – she was the spitting image of Meg, twenty-five years back. Same breasts, same build, same face. Even the hair and eye colour matched. But Meg had pubes, like all girls back then in the dark ages. Helen’s thong got hooked by thumbs and slid along thighs and calves out of frame. Helen had no pubes at all: a fact easily discernable as she sat with legs apart, facing the camera.

“Allwaysalways: I hope you can last long enough papa. I’d like us to come together. Would you like me to turn the microphone on?”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: You have sound? Cool.”

Helen reached off camera and suddenly the speakers boomed into life. I turned the volume down to a whisper.

“Sure I have sound, Papa. But I don’t like talking to the punters all day so I save it for private guests. I hope you enjoy this as much as I plan on doing.” She moved a couple of pillows behind her and reclined, using a remote controller to pan the camera for the best view of her pussy. I could see her ass hole lurking in the shadows too. Not for long! She brought her knees up to her chest, exposing both her holes to the camera, and reached for her bottom. She didn’t actually penetrate her sphincter but she massaged her anus and the surrounding area with a fingertip.

“Mmm… Its torture you know? Touching and teasing for hours and not being able to just come… Oh, that feels so good.

Helen’s other hand homed in on her labia, slapping them with quick, sharp taps and plucking at them, pinching and stretching first one, then the other, then both, letting them spring back. She moaned with lust as she mauled her lips until the juice was trickling out of her pussy hole. She sank three fingers into herself with a sigh like someone slipping into a hot bath after a hard day. Her fingers pumped rhythmically, her head, out of focus but still just in frame, tossed from side to side on the pillows and she gasped with each intake of breath. I pumped my cock slowly, mindful that I had to last twice as long as usual despite the extreme nature of my arousal.

After a minute or so molesting her labia, Helen reached for her nipples, pinching and rolling them, kneading handfuls of breast.

“Enjoying the show, Papa? Ooh.”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: Loving it.”

Her right hand went to her clit, rubbing little circles over its concealing hood. She made eye contact with the camera and smiled at me. This wasn’t the smile I was used too: the smile of my little girl. This was a smile filled with raw sexual abandon: The smile that says I know you’re watching, you naughty man.

“I bet your cock’s hard enough for me now. I wonder which hole you’d stick it in.”

Without looking away, Helen reached for her dildo, jamming the thick toy into her vagina almost to the flanged base.

“Oh! That feels so big!” Her head dropped back on the pillows as she pinched either side of the base of the dildo and worked it in and out. Every few strokes she pulled it right out of her gaping pussy then drove it back in like a dagger. Faster and faster she pumped the plastic cock in and out. I’d never seen this two-handed grip before but it looked like she needed both hands to push it in hard enough for her.

If her gasps of pleasure were any measure of these things, she was certainly having fun. My own strokes speeded up too. I’d all but forgotten this was my daughter and I just wanted to come.

As her orgasm seemed to be approaching and she was moving the dildo so fast the webcam image became jumpy, I could hold on no longer, grunting and blowing my wad all up the front of my shirt. I kept on stroking my cock as it dribbled a pool of sperm that overflowed my fingers and dripped down onto my balls. On screen, Helen was still going at it hell for leather. I stroked on and barely softened as my little girl fucked herself to climax a few minutes later.

“Oh Fuck! Yes!..Fuck yes!..oh Oh OH…YESSSSS!….OOOH!” She slowed the dildo right down and everything came back into focus. Her skin shone with perspiration and her face was flushed pink after her release. The dildo slipped from her hands and body and lay motionless on the bed between her legs. Her bosom heaved as she caught her breath.

“Did you come?” Her voice was breathy, sleepy.

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: LOTS. I couldn’t hold on though. I came ages ago L”

“Well thanks for taking Escort me all the way.”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: I wouldn’t have missed it 4 the world.”

“I’ve gotta get cleaned up.”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: See U back in the room?”

“Sure Papa.” Helen turned off the microphone, waved to me with a juice soaked hand and turned off the camera.

I dug a box of Kleenex out of my desk drawer and cleaned up as much as I could of the mess I’d made of myself then went back to her chat room to say goodnight.

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: that was amazing. thx”

“Allwaysalways: anytime papa. I enjoyed it too J”

“Papasgotabrandnewbag: goodnight”

“Allwaysalways: goodnight papa. don’t be a stranger. x” On screen, she went through the motions of blowing a kiss. I closed the browser.

Then came the guilt. She was my daughter for fuck’s sake! I felt like such a pervert for what I’d done but I managed to convince myself that in some weird way it wasn’t incest. I even convinced myself that by spending online time with Helen, I could covertly fund her college tuition – the money she wouldn’t just take. In hindsight, that’s complete shit but, at the time, it allowed me to sleep nights and spend my evenings jerking off while watching Helen’s kinky antics.

A month and a thousand bucks later, Helen told Meg that she was coming home for a couple of weeks R&R. My daughter? Here? How could I face her after the last month’s antics? I went to pieces. Meg thought I was having a mid-life crisis and kept looking out of the kitchen window to see if I’d bought a Harley yet. I was a wreck by the weekend, when I drove to LAX to pick Helen up. Not to put too fine a point on it, I was shitting myself.

“Hiya Daddy!” Helen spotted me first.

I turned in time to be hit full on by an attention seeking missile. She hung around my neck, buzzed my lips, hugged me and finally pressed her cheek to my shoulder and babbled about how much she’d missed me and how much she was looking forward to spending time with me again and how she had so much to tell me and so on and so forth. As the enthusiasm batteries ran down, she noticed that I was standing like a statue and that I wasn’t hugging her back.

“What’s up Daddy?” She pulled away far enough to look at me, her expression reflecting deep affection and concern. I was doing my best to imagine cold showers to avoid noticing how warm she felt against me. A hard-on poking her in the tummy right now would be a bad thing.

“Nothing’s up, Sweetheart.” Not strictly true. “I’m just a little overwhelmed by the bandwidth. Think you could talk at 56K instead of 8meg?”

“Oh Daddy!” She hugged me again. Thankfully, she didn’t get close enough to feel what was really up. “I’m just so excited! Didn’t you miss me too?”

“You know I did. I even called you at work because I missed you.”

“I remember… I’ve quit the telemarketing job now. I’ve found a bar job instead. You meet a better class of people in bars.”

“Really?” I eased her off my neck and picked up her luggage. She took the hint and we got moving.

“Oh sure! People are so rude to telemarketers. Speak to a bartender like that and you’d die of thirst. And bar staff get tips! I get to use my charm.” Helen was still pretty hyper and was skipping along beside me when walking would have done just fine. “Daddy!” She used the tone that, as a little girl, meant she was about to ask for something.

“Yes?” I asked in the same cautious voice I’d used for most of 20 years.

“Can we stop off for ice cream? I’ve had a craving for a chocolate sundae since Boston.”

“Sure Sweetheart.” It’d been years since the two of us went for sundaes together. At least it was a memory of her that didn’t involve nudity. “Denny’s?”

“Super! Where did you park?”

“Right over there.” I nodded to the east corner of the parking lot.

“Shall I fetch a trolley? They’re heavy. Us girls never travel light.”

“Don’t bother. They’re not that heavy and I’m not that old yet.”

“You’re not old. You’re just mature…like wine.”

“Thankyou.”

“And one of these days, someone’s gonna get that cork out of your ass.”

“What?”

“Just teasing Daddy Dear.” She twirled around in front of me causing an emergency stop while I got buzzed again. “I read it in a novel and I’ve been just dying to use that line.”

“You have time to read novels? Not enough textbooks?”

“It’s not all work, work, work. I get an hour in the exercise yard every other day and Sunday afternoon off once a month.”

“Ok. I surrender. I do vaguely remember having fun at college too. Just so long as books figure somewhere in your busy social calendar – somewhere between booze and boys.”

Helen thought about that for a second. “Alphabetically ‘books’ come before both ‘booze’ and ‘boys’, but ‘studying’ comes after ‘parties’, ‘socializing’ and ‘sex’.”

“TMI Sweetheart.”

“Oh Daddy! You mentioned boys first and I have to do something with my evenings. I’m not 21 yet.” She was right. I did mention boys and I do know my little girl has been a ‘woman’ since prom night and, right now, I was deeply regretting even obliquely mentioning her social life as any thought involving Helen and sex got my pecker interested in the conversation again. Cold showers. Cold showers. Cold showers.

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I met Damon for the first time on his 24th birthday party at Midtown Ramada Hotel. I was overwhelmed by his handsomeness and the haunting intense look of his brown eyes.

He bore the good looks of a fictional character in a supernatural drama television series towering in his 6 feet height with an exciting sculpted physique. He moved smoothly oozing with sex in capital S. Noticeably he was not with any particular lady date.

I was with Cindy, his dad’s personal aide and secretary. She noticed me when I sighed awestruck ogling him wherever he moved in the crowd of well-wishers. She whispered, “Hmm. There you go again with your crazy crush on somebody just good looking. But, you can’t have him, bro. He is our boss’ son with his Italian model who left him when still an infant. She never came back and boss Ram had been over protective on him since childhood. There was a tittle-tattle that at his age he was still a bona fide virgin bachelor.”

I shrugged. “Gosh. I was intrigued, mamma but I believe you he’s still available. Don’t you notice no lucky girl had ensnared him yet? Mamma, I wanted to fantasize having him just for myself. He looked lusciously good my panty’s soaked right now. I can lick him from top to toe and make love to him sans or with his dad’s cordon sanitaire.”

Cindy nudged at me and laughed aloud attracting the attention of those near us.

Damon with his forehead creased looked at us. Even at that expression he still looked sexy to me.

Since that party I fell in love with Damon more than I have felt with other guys I’ve loved before. He became my love and obsession; my sex object who drove me into maddening lust. I tried to imagine how he would look naked, and touched, kissed and sucked him in all the exciting positions I knew.

But he was the boss’ son and I am aware I can’t just simply cross that line separating us.

There were several times I met him at Ram’s office but either he only acknowledge me with a nod or I didn’t simply exist in his line of sight.

But everything changed at his dad’s sudden death.

Today, as I saw him with his sister at the Ascension Columbary Chapel sitting in front of the urn that contains his father’s remain, I felt grief as he would feel it. It was shown in his unseeing sight and handsome face; in his slumped proud shoulders and clenched palms.

I wanted to bring him close to me and comfort him, but I knew I don’t have the right to do that.

Soon, Ram’s ash was put to rest in his vault at the Ascension Columbary . As he had wished, only his son Damon and his daughter Bess were allowed to witness his interment.

I and Cindy with his friends who condoled with them were left at the memorial chapel. We waited for Damon and Bess for we were invited to hear their dad’s last will and testament at their ancestral home in Santa Rosa.

Ram’s counsel has read “For my daughter, Elizabeth Rodriguez, I am leaving my ancestral house with its title and all contents herein, my coconut plantation and farm complete with titles and pertinent legal papers plus a million pesos from my bank deposits. For my son Damon Rodriguez, I bequeath my fashion business and my House of Fashion, my pent house above my office and my condominium in Ermita. For my loyal secretary, Cindy Rivera and my personal assistant Christopher Santos, I leave for each, half a million pesos. Said amount will be received only after a year of employment with my son Damon Rodriguez provided they will not leave my son’s employ within that one year period.”

“Is that all that I’ll inherit from that damn testament Attorney?” we were surprised at Damon’s sudden outburst. His loud voice rang to all corners of the library.

“Yes, Damon,” Ram’s attorney answered mildly.

“Dammit and how the hell will I ran that fucking house when I can’t even distinguish types of fabrics much less wrap a woman’s body with it? I don’t even know the basics of marketing. To hell with that! I can’t take it. Can’t I and Bess just swap inheritance?”

“No. There’s no way now that we can change your dad’s will, Damon. He had already changed this twice for whatever reasons he saw wrong with the original. Anyway, be informed that this fucking house was earning the money which provided for the luxury of your life. Ram must have considered your artistic talent as a painter that’s why he bequeathed the House to you and not to your sister Elizabeth. You, more than anybody else, can keep the legacy of your father afloat. Think about it, ok? Now, if you do not have any more questions, I’d like to return back to Manila. I have another appointment with a client.”

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Cindy and I were earnestly conferring about our forth coming fashion show in Ram’s office when Damon entered without knocking. He slammed the door behind him and walked straight to his late dad’s table. He looked grim and sullen, his unkempt stubbles lending more sensuousness to his handsome face.

I was taken aback when he looked Escort bayan at us. There was dissatisfaction in those piercing eyes. He looked directly at Cindy. “Please call up the staffs Cindy. I wanted to meet all of them after an hour.”

As if he had noticed me for the first time he curtly addressed me. “And you, you’re dad’s chief designer weren’t you?” Without waiting for my affirmation he said, “Stay behind and give me a brief orientation on that scheduled show you and Cindy were discussing when I came in. And from now on, no more discussion of this house itineraries in this office behind my back, is that clear? ” With grim face, he left me and proceeded to the adjoining conference room.

I turned scarlet with his direct reprimand.

“I’ll be with you in a jiffy, boss. I’ll just get my sketches from my office,” I’ve stammered.

When I returned, he looked directly at me with his discerning eyes banked with lush black eyelashes. Even when I was presenting to him the scheduled itinerary of the house and the designs of the clothes for the summer line using power points, he never said a word. He looked at the slides from time to time and continued looking at me with a lifeless disinterest bordering on boredom. Touching on the marketing of Ram’s creation was not my department but I tried to explain it in the best way I could. His looks became more bored and he stood up and walked to the wide window overlooking Ayala Avenue.

Then he asked without looking back at me, “You’re beautiful, you know? I’d like to put you in canvass, would you pose for me?”

I was momentarily aghast. His sudden proposition was out of context to what he previously wanted to know which I was explaining to him.

But I was complimented by the descriptive word beautiful he used for me. I’m gay but not outwardly effeminate. I was not offended. Though caught unguarded, I answered almost inaudibly, “I’d love that.” It was the most that I can say notwithstanding my excitement about his offer.

But after a while, he looked at me and nodded. “I’ll see you after the meeting and let’s talk about my offer.”

When all the staffs consisting mostly of beautiful women and a sprinkling of gays like me filed in, he began the meeting right away. As he spoke, he looked intensely at each one of the staff making them feel as if he was talking to him or her alone. Some of the girls squirmed at his bewitching gaze.

When he looked at me as if talking to me alone, my heart leapt, I was overwhelmed. “I must be honest with you, I do not know anything about dressing up a woman much less their preferences. Perhaps I am expert on undressing them.” Snickers met his words but when he raised his hand everyone became silent. “And for this, I want you to give your best and help me. This fashion business is our means of survival. If it sank, all of us will go hungry and sink with it.”

I unconsciously nodded an affirmation.

“I am not closing this meeting yet. Chris Santos has already introduced our marketing agenda to me, I’ll let Cynthia schedule another meeting with me and Liza Armeni,” he looked at our petite, energetic marketing director who smiled and nodded. “Unfortunately, this is one territory of my father’s business which I am not acquainted. So, you’ll have a lot to discuss with me, Liza. Meanwhile, meeting is adjourned.”

After the meeting we were about to return to our own work, when he addressed Cindy. “I’d like to unwind, Cindy. And you know, painting will relieve me of all these past stresses. With dad’s demise and this new business which you knew I am totally unfamiliar; it might take days, but definitely, I’m here to take the helm of this house. You have my phone number, just call up when anything of importance that needed my presence arises.” He looked at me as I gather my sketches and said. “Let’s review those sketches at my pad.”

The shock of his voice rang on my ears. It kept ringing as I looked at him my mouth slightly opened for I can’t believe what I’ve heard. But as usual, he left without any more words. And when I looked at Cindy, she just nodded.

Damon was already on the driver’s seat of his black Ferrari when I came down. “You can follow in your car if you wish but, I’d prefer that you ride with me,” the door of his car beside him was already opened.

It was a chance to be near him that I would not lose. And I chose to ride with him. As soon as I got in his car, he drove out of the house’ parking lot. He merged with the heavy traffic on Ayala Avenue heading west. I threw a side glance at him and saw frustrations on his face. He clenched at the steering wheel tightly as his car moved with the slow flowing traffic. Sometimes we stalled for seconds as the traffic stood still. “Damned this fucking traffic,” he hissed.

It took us almost three hours before reaching his condo and it was nearing noon time. He occupies the penthouse on the 20th floor overlooking the beautiful Manila Bay. Noticeably at one side was Bayan escort his studio where portraits of nude women were at the wall. The glass panelling guarded with intricate steel grills was slightly ajar, sending in the slight breeze coming from the sea. The whole place was done in modern taste with an elevated bed that could be enclosed with a box pleated curtains. There was a bar at one side half-filled with spirits mostly gins. The place was in complete disarray, his personal things strewn all around.

He looked haggard as he went directly to the bar and poured himself a drink and gulped it at a toss. He put down his wine glass at the counter and removed his shirt and pants. I was agog to see his complete nudity for he was not wearing an underwear.

He was standing on his side and his limp cut cock was in my full view. Being gay it was my first point of interest. And I knew, fully erect it will be thick and around 10 inches long. My breath constricted as I drank on his naked body I have fantasized for long; at last, a reality for my eyes to feast. I sighed deeply to loosened the primal sexual lust building inside me pushing my crotch to react in reflex .

I may have stared too long which he noticed. “Haven’t you seen a naked guy before?”

I turned crimson and I immediately averted my gaze to the cluttered living room. “Get use to my nudity because I am comfortable being naked in my own place.” He threw his clothes on a side table and refilled his glass. He took a half-filled Gilbey’s gin with him and sat in a love seat near me. His movement was fluid, his firm tanned body rippled as he moved. There was a lush mat of black hairs on his chest sprinkling densely at his abdomen, growing thick and unkempt from his girth to his crotch. My lust swelled when I turn my eyes to his limp cock. When I looked at his face, he was also looking at me, but didn’t say any more about my staring at him.

I shrugged inwardly. I believe that artist or anyone can have their own idiosyncracy and fetishes. His being nude should have been his as he claimed it was. My reactions and hard-on was only natural.

“Go get yourself something to drink,” he said waving his bottle toward the bar.

I was tempted to do his bidding but I declined. “No, thank you. If you are ready, I can pose for you anytime now.”

He stared at me as if I’ve said something stupid. “Don’t tell me what to do ok?” he blurted angrily. “I do my thing in my own sweet time.” He again stood and went to his bed. He did not close the box curtain.

I was startled when I heard him bode me. “Hey, come here.”

He was already gurgling his drinks. It was almost empty when he put it down. But he just took his time and drank again from the bottle till it was empty. He reclined on his head board and closed his eyes. I just stood at the foot of his bed transfixed, unable to move and just watched him. Damon must be drowning some feelings inside him by the way he drank.

Then he was still for an endless moment.

I stood paralyzed but stealthily approached him when I heard him moan. He was perspiring and suddenly he vomited throwing on his hairy chest, stomach, dick and legs. I hurried to his comfort room for water, soap and towel.

I cleaned his vomit and as I rubbed his chest, he moaned again and uttered undistinguishable words. My hand trembled while cleaning the mop of hairs in his body. I swallowed drily and my trembling ran through my body. It took all my concentration not to have a raging turn on when I held his limp dick and cleaned it with his balls. Its glans was beautiful and bell shaped; his ball sack firm and sprinkled with rough hair.

The smell of gin and his vomit was overpowering but I persevered. I felt, I enjoyed washing him.

I cleaned his taint and hairy thighs with lingering stroke looking more at his limpid cock and firm balls. These still glistens with wetness and I dried them with another towel.

He must had passed since he did not moved when I washed, cleaned and dried him. After I finished cleaning and drying him, I gazed and drank at his nakedness as I dragged my breath and my cock twitched in excessive desire to touch and possess him.

He was now laying spread eagle on his bed. His face has turned peaceful, his eyes were firmly closed etched with thick black eye lashes. His aquiline nose was perfect, flaring as he breath. His firm lips were slightly opened showing pearly white teeth. His square jaws with its day-old beard growth lent more sensuousness to his face.

I feasted on his furry muscled chest which I touched reverently and cleaned a while ago.

His flat nipples, almost hidden by his chest hairs, were light brown turning darker at the aureoles. His beautiful cut cock was to the left which was exciting me. I felt the stirring of my cock as I hitched my eyes at it. I touched and rubbed my length feeling the sexual sensation of wanting to release and masturbate it. I felt the sticky wetness of my Escort panty oozing at my crotch. I gasped when I felt I wanted to ejaculate. I grasped my cock harder to control the spasm.

Damon’s hips and legs were muscular and hairy.

Hairy legs were my fetish and I felt a strong urge to touch and kiss them. After much hesitation I knelt before him and with deafening heartbeats which rendered me senseless, lightly touched my lips on one. I kissed his sole and foot fingers, drinking at its leathery but clean smell. Having tenderly licked both foot, I wound up kissing his left leg. I might have pressed my lips harder at his hairy limb, he flexed his foot. I remained unmoving, my heart beating loud and fast, but he did not woke up. My personal demons urged me to go on. I dropped all inhibitions as lust engulfed me. I continued the light touch of my lips on his limb and slowly moved to his hairy well-muscled legs cherishing this stolen moment. I stopped when his cock was before me. I felt I am on sacred ground. I believe I can only possess it if he allowed me to make love with him.

Temptation was possessing my sanity to no great end. I really wanted to suck his cock and I slowly lowered my mouth on it. I can almost feel the heat emanating from it when the tickle of his pubic hair assailed my nose. I opened my mouth to engulf his flaccid cock but stopped, confused to suck him or not. Ultimately, the not prevailed and I fixed on his heaving chest instead.

I closed my eyes and decided to masturbate at his side. After a few stroke my screaming juice roped off and my sanity returned. I can’t possess Damon this time. There is a right time in making love with him. This is not the right time.

But will Damon allow me to love him?

I am not vain, but I know I am handsome. One of my gay friend told me I looked like an Australian actor who was my namesake.

I have wavy black hair which I’ve dyed blond and always kept clean and soft. My dreamy eyes were my best asset plus my soft kissable natural pink lips. I have proportional body but not muscular, honed perfectly well with my regular work-out in a gym. Whenever I looked at myself naked in a mirror, I liked what I saw. I also liked my shaved and cut hanging member. It may not be as thick and long as Damon’s cock but it is whiter than my body color tone and my sacs were rounded and firm. They were just the perfect size. For me, I can be an object of desire.

To further control the head-splitting lust to possess a sleeping almost unconscious man I desire, I decided to put his place into order. Once in a while I stopped, looked at him and again was obsessed with a longing to touch and have him. I cringed with a frustrating desire having a hard on while soaking in every inch of his naked body.

I did it most of the time. For long, lingering times.

It was already dark when I finished cleaning his kitchen. When I looked at him again, he stood up with half-closed eyes. He went straight to his refrigerator and took water and drank from the bottle. And when he returned to his bed, our eyes met. His forehead creased and squinted as if he saw me for the first time. He looked at me transfixed and blurted “Why were you here?”

“You took me here this morning after the meeting. I was about to pose for your painting.” He looked perplexed as if I did not know what I was talking about and turned back to his bed.

I felt lost at his reaction. I decided to go home. “Please allow me to go home now Damon. If you need me, just call.”

“No, come here and stay for a while,” I was touched at his bidding.

He was leaning on his bed’s headboard, his eyes closed, his nudity glaring at me. I was becoming aroused again but he looked tired and I was concerned though I knew it must be his hang-over.

“Do you want something to eat?” I volunteered.

“Nah. I felt like puking, I can’t eat. Just sit here beside me. I’m sick of being alone I wanted human company.”

I was surprised at his answer for he had been swarmed with different people the last few days at his dad’s wake. But I felt it was a different human companionship that he meant. I stealthily sat at the foot of his bed but he opened his eyes. He tapped the part of his bed near him. “Here, where I can feel you.”

I could have heard the angels singing and my body lifted to a joyous plane with his bidding. I slowly approached him. I sat near him, so near, our body almost touched.

“So what was your personal relationship with my dad, is he your lover?”

He could have slapped me with his direct questioning but I managed to calm myself. “No, we were never lover,” I answered honestly.

“You haven’t sex together?” another slap.

“No. Never. He treated me like an extension of his art and passion which was dress designs. Our relationship was purely business.”

“Would you do that to me also?” at last a question that has stirred a different meaning and emotion within me.

“Yes. I could even walk an extra mile for you,” I answered honestly.

“What do you mean by that extra mile?”

I was speechless for a while. That extra mile really means a lot for me. I wanted to say, I can serve you and even be your sex slave if you wish.

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