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Sissy at the Women’s College

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Rumors of sissy abuse at Whitehurst College for Women were spreading off campus. When this news reached officials at the California Bureau of Investigation they appointed Senior Agent Marissa Walker to look into the matter.

Agent Walker asked me to meet her at the Sacramento office. I wore sheer-to-waist pantyhose, beige nylon hipsters and a comfy lace bralette under my suit. Marissa briefed me about the allegations that were now swirling in law enforcement circles. Then she explained why I was there.

“Timothy, as a sissy yourself, I think you are the best candidate to investigate the school covertly.”

I wasn’t sure what the word ‘covertly’ meant but ‘sissy’ got my attention.

“Whoa!” I interrupted “Who says that I’m a sissy?”

“Well, lots of people” she replied with a faint smile “Agent Delgado saw you trying on prom dresses at Nordstrom’s. Agent Sutherland says that you use the ladies restroom here. You’ve also been observed wearing a pink romper with the word ‘femboy’ embroidered on the bodice. Do I need to continue?”

“No” I admitted feebly.

So, I went undercover as a pantywaist at Whitehurst College, and this is the report I submitted after completing my investigation.

—

Whitehurst College for Women offers a four year education which emphasizes female domination. Sissy boys are also admitted to Whitehurst for demonstration purposes and to give the girls practice in feminization. The program graduates confident young vixens who are well versed in the art of humiliating and controlling males.

Professor Amanda Lutz is the ramrod behind the femdom program at Whitehurst. Freshman girls attend her lecture series entitled Pussy Power and its Applications.

Dr. Lutz is a statuesque woman with perfect makeup and glorious raven hair. She wears sheer blouses over lacy push-up bras to showcase her magnificent breasts. Satin trousers worn tight against butt-lifting shaper-panties cause heads to turn when she passes by.

The professor’s lecture series begins with the male anatomy and emphasizes the anus as a center of pleasure and pain that women can easily manipulate. I was fortunate to be chosen for the demonstration on butt control that she gave in the college lecture hall.

Dr. Lutz dressed me in a cute pink micro skirt over rainbow hued rumba panties before I went on stage with her. There she turned me so that my back was toward the audience. Then she invited a student in the first row to assist her. She told the girl, whose name was Alexa, to pull my panties down to my ankles and to lift my tiny skirt. The other girls in the audience giggled and whispered among themselves.

The professor put on a latex glove and lubricated it. Then she bent me at the waist and sensually fingered my cornhole until I almost climaxed. Next she showed how quickly pleasure can esenyurt escort turn to discomfort. The fingering became fisting, and I began whimpering and squirming.

“Is there something you want to ask me, sissy?” she queried knowingly.

“Yes! Will you please stop, Dr. Lutz?”

She ceased thrusting but her fist remained deep inside my behind.

“Will you be obey me like a good girl, sissy?”

“Yes, Dr. Lutz. I promise!”

“Alright, sissy” she said as she eased her hand out of my sore bum. “Here is what I want you to do. Kneel before Alexa, thank her for helping with the demonstration and then offer her cunnilingus.”

I went down on my knees before the lovely redheaded student, heartily thanked Alexa and enthusiastically offered my oral services.

“Is it alright if I take him back to my dorm room, Dr. Lutz?” asked the happy girl.

“Yes, of course, dear” replied the professor “and enjoy him!”

Alexa took my hand and led me toward the exit door. The women in the lecture hall were loudly applauding Dr. Lutz as we left.

In the next lecture the professor emphasized the importance of chastity devices. This time she brought me to the lecture hall dressed in a chartreuse quinceanera gown complete with a matching bonnet and parasol, all embellished with ribbons and lace. Two volunteers from the audience lifted the voluminous skirt to reveal my petticoats and more intimate apparel.

I was thrilled to show everyone my pretty nylon panties with lace on the leg openings and a cute little bow centered on the narrow elastic waistband. The tummy panel of my undies was embroidered with lovely yellow daisies, and my ecru nylon stockings were held up by baby blue garters.

Dr. Lutz pointed out that a ‘free’ sissy would have a raging erection when dressed this way. However, a ‘caged’ sissy like me could not get hard without help from his key holder. She pulled my fancy knickers down to my knees revealing the pink plastic tube that imprisoned my weenie.

“How long have I had you in chastity, sissy?” she asked me.

“It seems like years, Dr. Lutz” I said.

“Actually, it’s only been a few days” she told the audience laughingly.

“If I unlock your cage, sissy, will you act like a slut for me?”

“Yes, Dr. Lutz, please release me” I pleaded “I’ll be your dirty little whore!”

The professor unlocked and removed my chastity device. Then the two volunteers had me turn my rear toward the audience and bend forward while they continued holding up my frilly skirt and pettis.

Dr. Lutz procured a vibrator dildo from her purse and began fucking me. I love being penetrated by women and my penis immediately hardened. When she turned up the vibrator setting to high I lost control and treated the audience to a massive sissy eskişehir escort orgasm. The lecturer bowed to the audience and received a standing ovation.

In her next lecture Dr. Lutz explained that males don’t have to be natural born sissies to be feminized. She described how she recently seduced a vain macho man after he divorced his wife and left her to raise his five children alone. The professor then feminized him after they married.

Dr. Lutz had brought her husband to the lecture hall and he was initially hidden behind a curtain on stage. She instructed him to show himself.

“Please don’t make me, darling!” he begged.

“Do I need to spank you in front of all these ladies, Henrietta?” replied Dr. Lutz sternly.

“No dear” he sobbed “I’ll come out.”

The audience gasped when they saw that he stood over six feet tall and was well built. He didn’t look like a macho man though. Henrietta was wearing bridal lingerie including full cut nylon panties and a fancy jacquard bustier with eight garter straps for his extra-sheer nylon stockings.

He also had a tulle veil that nearly reached the floor and white high heels decorated with ribbon bows. His lace gloves went past his elbows and he was holding a bouquet of white roses. The only piece of bridal attire missing was a wedding gown.

Dr. Lutz ordered the big man to lie on his back, spread his legs like a girl and masturbate into his panties. There was a videographer on hand to document his humiliation. The camerawoman recorded Henrietta putting his hand in the virgin white panties and stroking himself. His erect penis tented out the tummy panel and a drop of pre-cum discolored the once pristine material.

“Now say ‘I want to be a sissy bride’, Henrietta” Dr. Lutz instructed him.

“Please, dear! Don’t do this to me!” he begged.

“Henrietta! Do you want to go over my knees!” she answered heatedly.

The microphone recorded the big sissy tremulously repeating ‘I want to be a sissy bride’ several times in a high feminine voice.

Tension built in the man’s face as his arousal grew and a closeup shot recorded the euphoria when Henrietta climaxed. The camera then panned down to a huge wad of gooey spunk oozing through his ruined bridal panties and dripping between his thighs.

“How was it, Henrietta?” Dr. Lutz asked her husband with a knowing grin.

“It was wonderful, dear!” replied the relieved man.

“And do you have something to tell the audience my cute little maiden?”

Henrietta sat up and faced the lecture hall filled with fascinated young women.

The emotional man had tears in his eyes as he said “Ladies, I was lost before Amanda sissified me. You’re looking a better person now.” Then he began sobbing openly and looked imploringly at Dr. Lutz.

With the camera eşme escort still recording, Dr. Lutz lovingly kissed her pitiable husband on the forehead and praised him for being a sweet little bride. The audience cheered wildly.

In subsequent lectures Dr. Lutz described her experiences with other formerly straight arrow men whom she had seduced and sissified. After a few weeks of training most males voluntarily wear pretty panties and enthusiastically cream off in their silky softness. Vanity Fair and Maidenform are favorite brands of knickers. Later on the new sissies ask for bras with silicone padding, fashion garter belts with lots of straps and sheer nylon stockings to enhance the their orgasms.

There are individual variations among these feminized males, she noted. Many request makeup kits from L’Oreal and Maybelline, curly blonde wigs and floral scented perfumes. Others want volumizing hair curlers and subscriptions to Mademoiselle and Elle magazines. Some newly minted ‘girls’ become obsessed with waist training and wear corsets 24 hours a day.

Most of the new panty boys eventually ask for a monthly supply of tampons and absorbent pads. They earn these rewards from Dr. Lutz by keeping their makeup fresh, wearing pretty dresses and always obeying her commands with a smile.

While I was amazed by all the wonderful things I learned in Dr. Lutz’s lecture series, I found that the college offers a wide assortment of classroom instruction, too. These courses are taught by certified dominatrix professionals. There are dance classes where girls wearing fashionable Chanel pantsuits lead sissy boys in frilly Chanel party frocks around the floor and dip them. The sex education department teaches girl-on-top bedroom techniques and they supply fairies with vasectomies for practice sessions.

The college also provides femboy services to enhance the girls quality of life. Sissy maids in satin uniforms and chiffon petticoats vacuum the women’s dormitory rooms and scrub their toilets and bidets. In the dining hall pansies wearing cute mini-skirted waitress outfits with frilly aprons serve them meals and bus their tables. The Dean of Sissies also matches nancy boys with girls wanting feminine hygiene care.

In summary, after spending one year at Whitehurst College I have concluded that the school takes a rather unconventional approach to education. However, proof of sissy abuse is still lacking. So, I must spend at least one more year as an undercover pantywaist at the institution to investigate it more fully.

—

When Agent Walker finished reading my report she slammed it down on her desk and glared at me.

“How can you say there is no proof of abuse, Timothy!” she shrieked.

“And now you want another year!” she yelled “Do you know how much money the state of California has already spent for your tuition?!”

I calmly leaned back in my chair and replied with confidence to the outraged woman.

“The state won’t have to pay another dime, Agent Walker. Whitehurst awarded me a full scholarship for being their top-rated sissy!”

—

All characters in this story are of legal age.

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My Best Friend and Her Husband Ch. 05

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Author’s Note: It probably goes without saying, but… This story takes place in fantasyland. The characters have unlimited time and money. They are immune from all diseases and the outside world only exists through the characters they come across. As far as sex, everyone is always ready to go. That’s the kind of story I like to read, so that’s the story I like to write. I am also changing to past tense. Most people probably won’t even notice, but it’s so much easier to tell a story that way. Lastly, we’ll finally get to learn the storyteller’s name. It was getting too hard to refer to him as the Best Friend. Hope you continue to enjoy!

Chapter 5

After the wakeup workout Bella gave me I went back to my room. I was surprised to see she had changed my sheets and my room looked like it hadn’t been slept in. I took a shower and got dressed in my typical T-shirt and shorts.

KITCHEN- MORNING

As I entered the kitchen I was pleasantly surprised to see Jessica and Bella sitting at the table drinking coffee. They were both wearing cute dresses.

“Good morning!” I said.

“Good morning, Nick,” Jess said, “I take it you slept well and woke up even better,” while winking.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “It’s been a wild couple days. I was able to extend my trip three more days.”

“That’s great!” Bella said, “I’m happy we were able to talk you into it,” while also winking.

I said, “And I’m happy to see you two. In all the excitement I forgot to mention I was happy to extend my trip for Jessica and Bella, not Jessica and Trent.”

“Who’s Trent?” Bella said, while both girls started to chuckle.

“Exactly!” I said.

I joined them for coffee and Jessica made breakfast.

“So what’s the plan for today?” I said.

“Well we were talking,” Jess replied, “And we think Bella needs some of her own clothes. We were planning on going to the mall and hoped you would join us.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’m here for you two.”

THE MALL- MID MORNING

We drove to the Mall and found a good parking spot. I walked behind the two ladies so I could check them out. You would think they were sisters instead of husband and wife. They both wore short loose dresses that were blowing in the wind. A quick gust came and blew up Bella’s dress giving me a quick peek at her purple thong. She reached back and smoothed her dress down. Jess laughed as she realized Bella was not totally used to walking in a dress. We approached the door and Bella hesitated to go in.

“Don’t worry hun,” Jess said, “You look great.”

“Yeah,” I said, “You did amazing in the restaurant yesterday. No one will think you’re anything but a beautiful woman, and even if they do, who cares.”

Regaining her confidence, Bella entered the mall. I followed the girls to our first stop which was, to no surprise, Victoria’s Secret. They started to walk in and I hung back.

“Aren’t you coming?” Jess asked?”

“I wasn’t sure you wanted me to,” I replied.

“Of course. We need your opinion on what to buy,” she said, “Plus after the last few days there’s no more surprises between us. Well, maybe one…”

I walked into the store with them and they began to look around. I haven’t been in one of these in years and I was impressed with how many things they had. It was hard to keep up with them as they buzzed around the store. It was pretty much Jess picking things off the racks while Bella and I watched. With a pile of lingerie in her hands, Jess led us to the dressing room.

“Come on Bella,” Jess said, “Sorry Nick, girls only in here, but if you’re lucky we might let you take a peek.”

The girls walked into the dressing room while I waited outside. It wasn’t too crowded in the store and there was a chair right there, probably for the typical circumstance of a guy waiting for his girl. A few minutes go by and I hear “Psssssst, Nick, is there anyone out there?”

“No.”

“Ok, come to the door.”

I walk to the door and knock. It opens slowly and all I can say is “Holy Shit!” Jessica and Bella are wearing matching lingerie. Looking them up and down, they are wearing a peach bustier that shows a lot of cleavage, a tiny peach thong, garter belt, and stockings.

“So what do you think?” Jess asked.

I stood there speechless for a second and finally just said “Wow.”

“I think he likes it,” Jess said to Bella.

“Yep, this one’s a keeper,” Bella said. “It comes in different colors too if you don’t like the peach.”

“Nope, this is perfect!” I said. “Are there more?”

“Of course, get out and we’ll call you,” Jess said while closing the door.

A few minutes go by again and I hear “Ok.” I knock on the door again and this time they’re both dressed in tiny bikinis. Jess is wearing Red and Bella is wearing Blue. They both do a twirl and I’m amazed that Bella can pull it off almost as much as Jess.

“We figured it was such a nice day that we could spend some time in the pool,” Jess said, “You brought a bathing suit, right?”

“Actually no,” I said.

“You can borrow one of Trent’s?” didim escort she said, “I’m sure he won’t mind,” while tapping Bella on the arm and laughing. “Anyway, we have one more set to try on for size and then we can just pick out some more colors. Then we can go have lunch. I’m sure you’re getting bored with all the shopping.”

“Yeah, it’s just awful,” I said sarcastically.

A few minutes go by and they’re ready again. The door opens and I’m greeted to the sight of a basic pink bra and panties set. I say basic because it’s just bra and panties, but it’s also the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The bra was a pink push up bra and it looked like their nipples were about to pop out. The panties were cut normally in the front, but the back was a g-string. When they turned around I had no words.

“Bella,” Jess said, “Do me a favor, put you’re dress on and let me talk to Nick in here for a second.”

Bella agreed and took a seat in the chair as I entered the dressing room.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Jess handed me a hangar with the matching pink lingerie she was wearing. “Here, I know how much you enjoyed my pink panties last night.”

“Yeah, Jess,” I said, “Because they were yours! I don’t know about this?”

“Come on Babe,” she said, “We’ve got my husband out there, wearing the same set, a dress, and full makeup. Do it for me, pleeease,” as she bit her lip and gave me a cute look.

“Ok, I’ll do it for you, but I don’t think I have the body to pull this off,” I said.

“What do you mean?” she said rubbing my legs. “Your legs are still silky smooth and we can figure out boobs later if we need to.”

I paused for a second, realizing that I had been walking around in public wearing shorts and shaved legs. At least no one had said anything. I got undressed and Jess helped me put on the lingerie.

Looking in the mirror, Jess said, “We’re twins!”

“Yeah right,” I said, “It looks a million times better on you than it does on me.”

Jess reaches behind me and pulls the tag off the bra. Before I can say anything, she pulls the tag off the panties as well. She takes my boxers and put them in her purse and says “Looks like you’ll be wearing it out.”

“Jess! Come on now! You can’t be serious!” I said.

“What’s the big deal?” she said, “You’ll have your regular clothes on over it, no one will notice, and like you said to Bella even if they do, who cares?”

Damn. I hated when she used my own words against me. I gave in and put my clothes back on. Walking out of the dressing room we noticed Bella wasn’t in the chair. We see her in the store with her hands full. She had been picking out the other colors Jess has mentioned on her own.

“You guys ready?” Bella asked. “I’m hungry.”

The three of us walked to the register to pay. Jess put all of the items on the counter and after they were scanned she handed the cashier the tags from the bras and panties.

“And these, we’re wearing these out,” Jess said.

The lady looked at the tags, noticing the style, and said “Nice choice! But there are three bras and three panties. Did you make a mistake?”

Jess rubs my arm, looks at the lady and said “Nope! Three and Three!”

“Ohhhh, Nice,” the cashier said while winking.

I gave Jess a playful jab in the arm and said “You’re evil!”

“I know!” she said laughing.

Jess paid and we walked to the food court. I was walking slowly, not used to the string in my butt again.

“You better pick up the pace,” Jess said laughing again, “or people might start to stare.”

I didn’t say anything and just let her enjoy it. We finished our lunch and Jess looked at me and said “Bella and I have one more stop to make. Do you mind taking the bags to the car and waiting? We won’t be long and we want this to be a surprise.”

I agreed and walked to the car carrying the pink Victoria’s Secret shopping bag. A few people gave me a look as I walked by, but they probably figured I was just carrying a bag for my girl, not wearing something from the store. I wasn’t waiting in the car long and Jess and Bella returned, putting a bag in the trunk to keep the secret going.

AT THE HOUSE / POOL- AFTERNOON

We had discussed going swimming, so on the car ride back we decided we would go to our rooms, digest a bit and meet out by the pool. I was anxious to change anyway. I walked into my room and got undressed. I’m not sure why, but I put the bra and panties in the dresser drawer where I was keeping my other underwear. There was a knock at my door, but by the time I opened it there was a pair of men’s swim trunks hanging on the knob. I put them on, and sat down for a bit. I pulled out my laptop and checked on some baseball news. I figured enough time had gone by and I headed out to the backyard. Jess and Bella were already in the pool in their newly purchased bikinis. They had their backs to me so I started to run towards the pool. As I yelled “Cannonball!” midway through my jump, they both turned around. I hit that water with a huge splash, drenching digor escort their faces and hair. I came up from under the water and Jess punched my arm.

“You jerk!” she screamed. “You got water in our eyes and we didn’t want to get our hair wet.”

“Yeah, jerk” Bella said as she punched me with a little more strength.

“Awww, poor babies,” I said teasing, “You have to be uncomfortable for a bit. You didn’t have to walk around the mall with a string up your ass!”

“Yes we did!” they yelled simultaneously!

That made me laugh as I had forgotten we were all wearing the same thing. We enjoyed our time in the pool, swimming a bit and relaxing. They had a hoop by the pool, so we played some basketball too. We were starting to get tired and Jess said “Why don’t we get in the hot tub for a bit? Bella and I have something to talk to you about.”

We got out of the pool and into the hot tub. The temperature was perfect and I was sitting in between the two girls. Jess leaned in and started kissing my neck and started to move towards my mouth. As she’s kissing me Bella is starting to rub my dick through the swim trunks.

“So we have an offer for you,” Jess said.

“Mmmm, anything,” I said as Bella frees my dick and starts stroking.

Jess is kissing my lips now and starting to put her tongue in my mouth. I sit up a bit so my dick is completely out of the water. “Bella and I had a naughty thought,” she says as she stops kissing for a second.

“If it’s anything as good as this, I’m in,” I replied.

“Oh, it’s about to get better,” Bella said as she lowered her mouth onto my now hard dick.

Between kisses, Jess asked, “Admit to us you liked it?”

“Liked what?” I said as I’m starting to breathe harder.

“Liked wearing lingerie in the mall,” she said.

Bella is now bobbing her head on my dick, going almost all the way down and then back up. “I told you,” I gasped. “I…liked…wearing…yours. I just wore it in the mall because you asked me to and I don’t like saying no to you.”

“Well in that case,” Jess said, resuming her kisses. “How would you like to put lingerie on again, plus a hot little dress, and the three of us will go out as a bunch of babes tonight?!”

I’m speechless as I’m shocked by her question and I’m also getting close to cumming from the blowjob. Bella is increasing her pace and I have my hand on the back of her head.

“That’s what Bella and I were doing while you waited in the car, buying 3 matching dresses. Surprise!” Jess said enthusiastically. “So will you do it?”

“I…I…I…” I tried to answer, but I was about to cum really hard. “YES, YES, YES!” I screamed as I began to unload into Bella’s mouth. She kept bobbing as she was swallowing. Finally I stopped and she pulled off.

Bella looked at Jess and said “Looks like we got the answer we wanted.”

“Wait, what?” I said, “Did I agree?”

“Let me check the record,” Jess said as she looks down at her hand as if she is reading, “I asked you a question and you replied ‘Yes, Yes, Yes’, rather enthusiastically I might add.”

“Yeah, but…” I started.

“No butts except for this one,” Jess says as she pinches my ass and smiles. “It will be a lot of fun for the 3 of us to go out. You aren’t going to be here for Bella forever and she needs to explore. Plus who knows what you and I will get up to.”

“Ok fine,” I said reluctantly.

“Awesome,” Jess said, “Oh and we got you the peach set you liked so much too.”

GETTING READY TO GO OUT

We dried off and went back to our rooms to shower. I spent a little longer in the shower than usual, thinking about what I agreed to and how I would even pull it off. I got out of the shower and there it was sitting on the bed. The peach bustier, the tiny peach thong, garter belt, and stockings. On top of it was a note:

“Nicole, We are so excited for tonight. Get dressed as best as you can and then come to our room so we can do your hair, makeup, and put on your dress. XOXO Jessica and Bella.”

I laughed to myself as she had already decided on my girl name. I look at the lingerie and try to remember the order of how it goes on. I’m not positive, but I do remember that the thong goes on last, both from my experiences with women and from Jess dressing me the other night. I started with the bustier and it’s actually not that hard to put on. I looked down at the empty cups and assumed she has something for me in her room. I sat down and slowly pulled up the stockings. I got a stirring in my crotch as they go up my still smooth legs. I wrapped the garter belt around my waist and the toughest thing is attaching the clips. That took me the longest. Pulling up the thong, I adjusted myself to try to minimize the bulge. I looked in the mirror to see how I did. From the neck down I don’t look too bad, just missing the boobs. Then looking at my face, I think I look ridiculous. I composed myself and walked towards their bedroom to see what else they had in store for me.

I knocked on their door and dikmen escort it opens as it’s slightly ajar. Jess had already done her hair and makeup and Bella is sitting at the makeup table while Jess does the finishing touches.

“Whoa, who’s this hottie?” Jess asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, “I look like a dude in lingerie.”

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll take care of it. Look how hot Bella is!”

Bella looked at me and smiled as I take her place at the makeup table. Jess worked her magic and after a few minutes I’m unrecognizable.

“You’re amazing, Jess,” Bella said, “Nicole looks almost as hot as we do!”

Jess rubs my shoulder and asked “How do you like your new name, sweetie?”

“I see you went deep into thought to come up with that one,” I said.

“You know you are loving this,” Jess replied. “What about hair? Mine is dark, Bella is blonde, didn’t you always have a thing for redheads?”

“Yeah, I love redheads, but I want to be WITH one, not BE one,” I said.

She takes the red wig and puts it on my head, “We got you a red dress anyway, so this will go perfectly.”

The wig isn’t a bright red, it’s more of a brownish-red. I take a look at my completed look and start to feel a little more comfortable.

“Now it’s time to get dressed,” Jess says, “And put these in,” handing me two breast inserts.

We walked over to the bed and there are three tiny pieces of fabric, one red, one black, and one blue.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said.

“What?” Jess asked, “You agreed to wear a hot little dress.”

“Yeah, but not these tiny things. And you got me the red one? I’m gonna stick out like a sore thumb!”

“Relax,” Jess said, “You look smokin’ hot, plus we got you the red one because it was the only one in a bigger size. It is a little looser so you’ll be covered just in case you get a little, well…excited.”

I just gave her a look and picked up the red dress. I unzipped the back and stepped into it. Jess zipped it up and then she and Bella put theirs on. Jess put a pair of heels and I was relieved that she just had sandals for Bella and me. I certainly didn’t want to deal with heels.

“Wait, this isn’t right,” Jess said as she was looking at the back of my dress, “What is that? Nicole, put your hands on the bed and bend over.”

Of course I have no idea what she’s talking about so I listened to her and said “What is it?”

“I can’t believe this,” Jess said, “I thought I inspected these before we bought them.”

“Jess, what is it?” I asked

“One sec, I can fix it,” she said.

She starts to slide up the dress so my whole ass is exposed. I feel her pull the thong strap out of my crack and before I can say anything I feel something cold along with some pressure against my asshole.

“Yikes!” I screamed and she pushed a butt plug inside of me.

She puts the thong strap back in place and smoothes my dress down.

“There,” she said, “Now we’re triplets. Bella and I had ours in already!”

“Jess, you could have just told me instead of your little ruse,” I said.

“Yeah, but what fun would that be,” she replied. “Plus it will make you walk more girly and you may be thanking me later.”

BAR- EVENING

Jess had decided on a bar-restaurant that was a hot spot in town. Jess and Bella got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant. Now it was my turn to be nervous. Am I really about to walk into a public place dressed like this? In the house where it was just the three of us was one thing, this is totally different. I figured fuck it and I walked in behind them. There was a hightop table near the bar which Jess said was good for maximum foot traffic, whatever that meant. We ordered some appetizers and drinks and after a while I almost forgot I was dressed as a woman. That was until Jim came over.

“Hello ladies,” he said, “Now what are three beautiful ladies doing sitting alone?”

“Just having a girl’s night,” Jess said.

“That’s cool,” he said, “If you want some company I’m in that big booth over there with my two friends. There’s plenty of room if you’d like to join us.”

“Thanks,” Jess replied, “We’ll let you know.”

Jim walked back to his table and I gave Jess a look and said “Yeah, not doing that.”

“Why not?” she said, “They look cute.”

“Um,” I said, “Do you remember you’re the only real girl here? There’s a lot of guys out there that might not be into us.”

“So you flirt a little, it won’t kill you,” she said, “You don’t need to fuck them or anything.”

“I think I’d like to go over,” Bella said.

“See 2-1,” Jess said grabbing my hand, “Let’s Go.”

I’m really not sure about this, but Jess is pulling my hand while Bella is halfway to their table already.

“That was fast,” Jim said, “Take a seat, these are my friends Steve and Tim.”

We slide into the booth, and as they had probably planned, are sitting Boy-Girl, Boy-Girl, Boy-Girl. Jim is with Jessica, while Steve is with Bella and Tim is with me.

Jess introduced us and said, “This is my best friend Nicole and my sister Bella.”

We shook their hands as they said “Steve”, and “Tim, but everyone calls me Timmy.”

I put on my best girl voice and said “Nicole”, which was the first time I said it out loud, and she said “Bella” in an almost perfect girl voice.

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So my fans voted for which series I’m going to finish and they voted for Pledging Alpha Beta Kappa. As I worked on it over the last few months, I had to do some editing and had to change quite a few things from what I posted earlier. With that in mind, I changed the name and I’ve also considerably changed my style. I decided to start writing in a more episodic way. So in this episode, it all takes place prior to classes beginning, and most of what happened in the previous edition like the initiation ritual still hasn’t happened yet. I’ve also added more POV characters and made the supernatural elements that were hinted at in the previous edition more obvious. So let me know what you think in the comments section.

Chapter 1: Taraji Estrada

On a dark and misty night in a small town, a beautiful blonde woman just gets off work at the local diner. She casually walks over to her beat-up jeep just out of the light of the street lamp and digs into her purse, searching for her keys as she quickly looks over both shoulders with wide eyes. She doesn’t see the man stalking in the dark towards her. Footsteps as silent as the mist itself.

The dark shrouds him as he lingers behind her, licking his lips as fangs grow within his mouth. That is when I step into his shadow, catching his raised hand that’s reaching for her neck. The lady turns and a shrill scream rips through the fog.

The tall pale man hisses as his eyes pry into me. I hardly give the woman a glance. “Get in your car and go home. I’ll deal with him.”

She drops her keys as she frantically pulls them out of her purse. She desperately scrambles to pick them up and is barely able to fit the key into the car, she stumbles into the car, starts it, and burns out of the parking lot as the vampire makes a swipe at me. I grab his other wrist and smash my head into his nose. Blood squirts out, running down his lips and dripping off his chin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m the one asking the questions. Who is your sire? You don’t come off as a loner. Where are the rest of your coven?” I ask as I kick out the vermin’s knee, sending him reeling to the ground.

“You dare! I’m a vampire. I will rip out your throat,” he growls as I ram my fingers into his jugular. He screams in agony.

“You can try. Who do you answer to? I want a name,” I say as I twist his wrist, causing it to snap. Another agonizing cry.

“Aramastus. He turned me. I’m just trying to do what he wants so he won’t kill me,” the welp says as his eyes gleam in terror.

“Where can I find him?” I ask as my hand wraps around his throat, squeezing.

“I… I don’t… know,” he gurgles out in struggling breaths. “He… he always… he always contacts… me.”

I release his neck, reach into my coat, and ram a stake into his heart as he burns into ash. Another vampire turned to dust and yet I am not any closer to this mystery of a man named Aramastus. I grab the stake within the ash and put it back into the pocket of my trench coat. Then I grab a vial of that burning rusty orange crap she has me drink and down it. It seers all the way down, but alleviates the urges. I pull out my cell phone and call my patron as I make my way back to my car.

“Killed another bloodsucker, gave me the same name, Aramastus. I’m still no closer to figuring out who he is or where to find him. I’ll track down more vampire sightings until I find him,” I say as I start up the engine.

“Very well, Taraji. Good work. We’re setting up shop in California. I’ll text you the address. Stop by when you get the chance. Until then, keep me updated,” the woman says.

“Will do,” I say and hang up before I drive off into the night. Another dead vampire and another dead end.

Chapter 2: Aaron James

We’ve finally arrived! My best friend, Casey, and I are finally moving into our college dorm. I ride down with him and his mom because my parents are far too busy and my siblings could care less. Besides, Casey’s mom is practically a better mom to me than my own. She has his same golden blonde hair, and honey copper skin, but she has a curvy maturity that Casey lacks, even though he does kinda have her feminine beauty when it comes to their shared facial features.

Anyway, she helps us move in and we are the first ones there. We pick up one of the bunkbeds, with Casey getting the top bunk and me taking the bottom. We decide to wait for whoever our other two roommates are to arrive before we do any decorating or whatever. Casey’s mom gives us both a hug and a kiss on the cheek before she has to take off and head back to work.

“So now what?” Casey asks me as we sit on the bed.

“Should we have a look around campus?” I ask as I fidget.

Casey shrugs. “Why not?”

It’s not a long walk down three stories of stairs before we’re out the door and walking down the sidewalks, checking out the different buildings and passing other students. Some are handing out flyers, others are just congregating and chatting. Lots of other students out, plenty of girls. And of course, they’re İzmir travesti all wearing booty shorts and yoga pants. We stroll down the sidewalk, passing a building known as the Multicultural Center. The entrance has giant pillars that come out and it’s five pillars wide. We pass a few more buildings, one being the massive Library, which is six stories high.

I got caught staring at the library that I didn’t even notice there was a girl in front of me and I ran right into her. She barely flinched, but I almost fell, tripping over her, but she grabbed me just in time. “Watch where you’re goi… Oh hi there.” As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. “You are just the person we’re looking for.”

She might have been one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Dark brunette hair that came down below her shoulders. Bright green eyes that seem to hypnotize you. She had on a tank top that clung to her visibly hard abs along with a pair of short cutoffs that revealed a long pair of toned legs. I think my stomach just did a backflip.

“Keep it in your pants, Cass.” A dark raven-haired girl with dark caramel skin came over. She had on a tight white shirt that showed off her tight abs as well. Along with a pair of sleek baggy, dark green pants. She looked over at me and then at Casey and her eyes went wide. “On second thought, you two should definitely come to a party we’re throwing tonight,” she said as she walked closer to Casey, licking her lips.

“I was just about to say that,” Cass states, as she looks down my body, with my arm still in her rather strong grip, which sends tingles through my body. “We are a fairly new Sorority and tonight we’re having a rush party. Both of you should really come. You would be perfect for our sorority.”

I get caught in the charm of her smile that I can’t help but nod before I realize she said sorority. “Uh… Aren’t sororities for women?”

She winks at me. “We’re coed. But mostly women, but we make exceptions for promising cute boys like you. We’re having a party tonight, why don’t you and your friend…”

She nods over to Casey who’s biting his lip as Cass’s friend whispers into his ear as he all but hangs on to her every word. “Why don’t you two stop by? Our house is on Greek Row. It’s Alpha Beta Kappa. We’re a rather large sorority house, the third one down on the left side of the street. You can’t miss us. And when you get there, ask for me, Cass. I’d be happy to show you a good time.”

I nod, absentmindedly, lost in her eyes. Her smile deepens. “Good, I can’t wait to see you there. Show up around nine and don’t be late. I promise it’ll be the best night of your life, at least up until now. It will only get better from here.”

Once again, I find myself nodding. Words are not a concept I can understand as I’m completely entranced by her seductive smile and those emerald-green eyes. Everything else seems to fade away, even as she walks away with her friend, her hips swaying with each step making it impossible to look away at her perfect butt. It takes a second for Casey and I to snap out of it. We both trade looks of sincere shock. I truly can’t believe what just happened. “Did that just happen?”

“I think so… I honestly can’t believe two hot girls just invited us to a party. We’ve never been the attention of beautiful women let alone get invited to parties. We must be in an alternate dimension or like some reality TV show where they prank nerds like us,” Casey says as he pinches himself.

I nod in agreement as I feel like I just woke up from a dream. “Knowing our luck, it probably is a prank. They’re probably looking for two loser chumps like us to be the entertainment of their party so they can humiliate us for their own amusement.”

“Yeah, like what happened in high school with Lisa and Amanda. We’ll never be able to show our faces back home again,” Casey says as he rubs the back of his neck, looking away. “We’re still going, though… right?”

“Of course. Just in case it isn’t a prank. I mean, we can hope, right?” I ask, with a glance back at the women as they disappear into a building.

“Yeah, but that’s kinda all we have,” he says with a sigh.

We head back to the dorm rooms to find our roommates have arrived. One is super tall and broad while the other is a bit shorter but in really good shape. The shorter one steps up with a smile. He has a rather cute, boyish look and seems to have a bit of Asian and Hispanic ethnicity. He holds out his hand. “You must be our roommates. I’m Logan and this is my friend Devon.”

I shake his hand and return the smile. “I’m Aaron and this is Casey. It’s nice to meet you.”

“No offense, but you two look like a bunch of nerds. Try not to cramp our style. I’m going to definitely be bringing some girls back and I don’t want you two to cock block me,” Devon says, earning a sigh and an eye-roll from Logan.

“Don’t mind him, he can be a bit of an arrogant asshole,” Logan says with a shrug. “Well, we’re heading out to check out campus. İzmir travestileri We’ll catch up with you guys later.”

We nod as they leave, passing by the tallest guy I’ve ever seen as he heads into the dorm room across from us. Casey and I shrug. “At least one of them is nice.”

Chapter 3: Calvin Schwartz

I manage to arrive at the dorms just before a long-blonde-haired boy shows up. He’s about half my size, skinny, and more than a little feminine. Could’ve easily confused him for a girl if I didn’t know he was my roommate.

“Hi… I… I’m Nicholas,” the meek boy says as he avoids my eyes.

“The name Calvin. I hope you don’t mind, but for obvious reasons, I prefer the bottom bunk,” I say as I put my duffle bag down on it. He nods.

“Yeah… No problem. I get it,” he says as he cranes his neck up to meet my eyes.

“By the way, I don’t drink or smoke and I don’t plan to,” I say, getting that out of the way. I should probably have waited until everyone was here, but I like to set my boundaries early.

Just then, one of our other roommates arrives. He’s about the same height as Nicholas, with dark brown hair and light mulatto skin. His hair is shaved on the sides and done up in a ponytail on top. He seems to wear a perpetual smile. “Hey, how’s it going, roomies? I’m Anton and I’m stoked to finally move out of my parents if you know what I mean. Got a fat sack of weed, if you guys are interested in sneaking out to have a few tokes.”

I can’t help but sigh. Just my luck. Nicholas tenses up and looks over at me with a look that asks for help. The new guy also looks up at me. “What about you, big guy? Want to get high?”

I drag my hand down my face. “I don’t smoke, nor do I drink.”

“Seriously?” the stoner asks, looking almost offended.

“Seriously,” I retort in a flat and sarcastic tone.

‘Dude, you’re like… A jock, right? Don’t they all party hard and do a bunch of drugs?” he asks, scratching his head.

“Not this jock. I’m here on an academic scholarship anyway. I played sports in high school, but only to stay active. I like to keep a clean body and a sound mind,” I say as I finish unpacking my protein shakes and then stark unpacking the current stack of books I’m reading.

“Vampires?” Nicholas asks as he looks at the stack of fictional books. I shrug. “I’m kind of a geek. Especially for sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural.”

I try to act nonchalant when I talk about it. I don’t want anyone to think I have an unhealthy obsession with the topics. Especially when it comes to vampires.

“Awesome! Me too! You guys play tabletop at all?” Anton asks and I have to take a second to contain my surprise. Didn’t expect a chill stoner to be into tabletop gamer.

“Definitely,” Nicholas says with excitement exploding throughout his smile.

“Yeah, I’m definitely down for a weekly session. As long as it doesn’t interrupt my studies,” I say, barely able to contain my glee.

“Fuck yeah! We’ll just need to recruit a few more players and then we’ll have a pretty good campaign going. Although, we’ll have to figure out who’s going to do it,” Anton says as he grabs his weed out and packs a small little electronic device I’m assuming is some kind of vaporizer. “Hopefully our other roommate will join up.”

Speaking of the devil, the door swings open, and in comes our last roommate. He’s a head shorter than me, but he looks as if he keeps in good shape. He also comes off as overly confident, borderline arrogant with his head held high even seeming to look down on me somehow. His short golden hair is messy in a way that’s on purpose. He’s clean-shaven and shows off his biceps in a shirt that has both sides ripped off, not just the sleeves, but basically from the shoulder down to the hem of the shirt.

“What up bros. Who’s ready to fucking party. I’m so pumped to finally get out of my parent’s house. Let’s get so fucking drunk tonight and fuck some bitches, am I right?” he says as he holds his hand up for a high five towards me.

I sidestep him. “I won’t be getting drunk tonight and I definitely won’t be having any… women over to have… sex with.”

“Oh come on, man. Don’t be like that. This is what college is all about. Frat parties, bitches in yoga pants, and getting drunk enough to do something you’ll probably regret,” he says with a grin. He then looks over at Nicholas and Anton. “What about you two dweebs? You probably won’t get laid, but we can still get you drunk beyond recognition. Huh?”

Nicholas fidgets as he looks at Anton and then at me. He bites his lip and shifts his weight.

Anton only shrugs. “I’m more of a stoner than a drinker if you catch my drift. Getting drunk is fun on occasion, but it always leaves me feeling ill the next morning and I’m practically useless. Weed on the other hand never leaves me feeling sick.”

“Man, you guys are all lame. How did I get paired with a bunch of losers? I’d expect it from the two bitches over here, but not from a fellow gym bro,” he says Travesti izmir as he tosses his stuff on a bunk. “Fuck it, I’m going out to find some fucking real men who know how to party.”

Thank god, he walks out. I let out a sigh. “So much for having another person for our tabletop campaign.”

“For real. I can’t believe we got paired up with a giga-chad. Ironically, I thought you’d be a bigger Chad than him, but he really takes the cake,” Anton says as he grabs his vape. “Well, I’m going to take a toke and be right back.”

It’s just Nicholas and I after the stoner leaves and things fall into an awkward silence as we both finish unpacking.

After fidgeting for a long time, Nicholas finally speaks up. “Have you seen those docuseries where this group of people try to prove vampires are real?”

I shrug, feigning a lack of interest even though dying to rant about it. “I may have seen a few episodes.”

“They do make some compelling arguments. That video where they catch that guy feeding on a rat before he vanishes was so crazy,” he says with his eyes widening.

“It was probably edited or some deep fake,” I say, trying a little too hard to act apathetic even though I do have my doubts about the video in question.

“I take it you’re not a believer?” Nicholas asks, biting his lip.

I force a shrug. “I need substantial proof to believe in anything. What about you?”

He nods. “I think it’s definitely possible. The evidence the Vampire Hunters have shown on their docuseries and podcasts are pretty substantial.”

I shrug with a sigh. “Ehhh, circumstantial or anecdotal evidence at best. It’s hard to prove something without actually being able to run a scientific analysis on it.”

Even my words carry a hint of disbelief at the lies I’ve gotten so good at telling. Anytime I talk about vampires, especially at home, I’m looked at like I’m crazy. Most of the time I’m gaslighted and ridiculed. Especially by my dad. He hates it whenever I even crack a joke about the supernatural. All because of my brother. Now, I just have a tough time truly discussing my beliefs on the subject even though I’m obsessed with it.

Chapter 4: Anton Huber

With the vape in hand, I manage to get to a secluded spot where construction is going on and take a few long hits with my vape. It doesn’t take much to get high as a kite before I dump withered dried-up herb out of the dry vape’s oven.

I put it in my pocket and slowly make my way back to the dorms only to get sidetracked by all the tall buildings. A smaller one looked rather ancient compared to the others drew my attention and I couldn’t help but walk inside.

It was all but empty since classes don’t begin until next week, but I could hear whispers creeping through the hall. I can’t quite make out what they are saying, but they just seem to grab my attention. The thing I found super odd about the whispers was that it seems like there are a ton of people whispering to each other. I can understand just a few people whispering to keep quiet, but the sheer number of people whispering to each other just seems like far too many.

I find myself following the whispers down the eerily dark hallway. A chill breeze creaks through the halls with a whistling howl. And the whispers seem to grow louder. The dark hallway seems to close in as I continue down. I look back behind me and feel a dizziness rush up to my head. The hall seems to go on. I turn back around and quicken my pace down the hall, hearing the whispers grow louder and louder until I finally arrive inside a classroom and they go completely silent.

I look around the room to figure out where the whispers were coming from and that’s when I notice some strange symbols drawn on the whiteboard. I have no idea what they mean. It’s almost like some Egyptian sandscript but more malicious. I feel a chill go up my spine and my mind screams at me to get out of here. I turn around and nearly run head into someone.

A tall dark figure stands before me. I can’t see his face. It’s completely covered in a black cloak. I trip and land on my ass as I try to retreat, my heart racing inside my chest. The figure steps closer, reaching out for me. What the fuck is going on? I close my eyes, frozen to the floor. I’m going to die…

Chapter 5: Aaron James

Casey and I spent all afternoon fussing over the party to come. Of course, Devon didn’t believe us. When it’s finally time to go, we leave both wearing jeans and t-shirts, trying to play it casual.

It’s a decent walk to greek row from the dorms and takes us about a half hour. Once we arrived at the infamous street, music was glaring and parties were in full swing.

We walk a few blocks before we think we’re at the address listed on the flier. The house is huge. At least three stories plus a possible addict. The bottom half is built with stone while the upper half has wood paneling, plus it’s on a hill with a walkout basement. Most homes in Cali don’t have basements. A bunch of people are on the front yard and porch, congregating. Some are playing corn hole while most have a drink in hand. Most are beautiful women, none seem to be the two that invited us. We hesitate, feeling a little out of place, seeing how we’ve never even been to a party before, let alone one full of beautiful women.

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Tags: gender bender, gay, bisexual, college, X-change, romantic, love, transformation, FTM, MTF

Short: Kayla and James have a gender bending Spring Break

All the characters in this story are over the age of 18. This story involves temporary gender changes from female to male, male to female, and includes sex between two women, two men, and a man and a woman.

Borrowed from other stories, a pill called X-Change is used by the characters to temporarily swap genders.

I had… an interesting week. After struggling for months with the fact that I was in love with James, my hitherto gay little brother best friend, I took matters into my own hands to be with him. Like with him in the biblical sense. At first, I just wanted to relieve myself, provide a one-time outlet for the pent up lust I’d been slowly incubating over the months since we met.

At my friend Shauna’s suggestion, I took a pharmaceutical called X-Change. For a period of time (read the label, trust me!) it allows you to transition into the opposite gender’s version of yourself. In my case, a six-foot tall, very good looking and well-endowed guy with lean but noticable muscles, and a face and hair that was as beautiful as girl-me. Not that I would usually point it out, but that’s saying something.

Ok. Yeah, I know… tempting and lying to an adorably trusting gay kid by becoming carved-from-stone adonis during his first year of college after coming out… shame on me. But, hear me out. He’d just gotten out of a bad relationship (my fault), and I gave him a fantastic date that ended with some of the best sex either of us had ever had in our short years. Even with me being a dude. I learned during that encounter, that it doesn’t particularly matter what shape your junk is. When you have true attraction, and even better… love, the mechanics of getting busy are flexible.

I absolutely loved plowing his tight ass with my only hours-old cock. And after I unexpectedly changed back into a chick in the middle of the night, I was more than totally fine when he admitted to maybe being bisexual and wanting to find out for sure. Of course I said yes, and we made wonderfully passionate love in his dorm room, even after he’d freaked out about waking up with a different person than he’d woken up with.

The real goal of my whole messed up, stupid plan was simply to be with him. I’d never felt closer to anyone in my life, and it just seemed like we were meant to be together. Having sex with him, first as a guy, then as myself, was icing on the proverbial cake.

Once that was out of the way and we finally agreed that we should communicate, all the roadblocks in both our lives seemed to melt away. His questions of sexuality, my pining for his unrequited love and attention… all good now. The discovery that a tiny little pill called X-Change made this all possible was the unlikely catalyst that made our relationship happen.

My friend Shauna, the pusher in this story, had given me an entire box of X-Change from the university clinic where she worked. Guy to girl, girl to guy, I had the power to gender-bend nine days of existence for either sex. James and I had wondered what it meant, neither of us sure what we’d do with the ability… the opportunity to be different than we were born.

All caught up? Good. I guess that brings us to now.

* * *

I changed into my own clothes and left James’ dorm. Keeping his hoodie over my shirt in the cool morning air, I meandered my way back toward my building. I was on cloud nine simply thinking about him. The adorable grins, his sense of humor, the fact that he forgave me for seducing him as quite literally another person. We’d each dropped the love bomb, and both had heartily agreed that James was, in fact, bisexual. He’d said that he wanted to be with me, but we didn’t really get specific on what with meant. Like friends with benefits? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Secret or public? I almost turned around to go back to his room, but figured we could each use some time to think. We’d both been through a lot in the last twenty four hours, physically and emotionally.

And then of course, there was the box of X-Change in my bag. I don’t know if Shauna tossed it in as a kind of joke for accidentally giving me the wrong dosage, or if she knew me well enough to expect James and I weren’t done exploring. The image of my tall, smooth male body flashed and I hoped it was the latter.

I got back to my dorm and started some laundry. Catching up on homework was the last thing on my mind, but I forced myself to do it while my clothes dried. James called less than two hours later.

“Hey Kayla,” he said sweetly into the phone. “Can I see you?”

“That didn’t take long,” I teased. “Yes, of course. Where?”

“I’ll come to you. Maybe we can take a stroll.”

He knocked on my door fifteen minutes later, showered and smelling yummy.

“I missed İzmir travesti you.” He took both of my hands and kissed me in the doorway. “Wanna go get some coffee?”

I nodded and we left. “So we really didn’t talk about—”

“Us…” James interrupted.

“Yeah. I mean, we talked a lot, but not what us meant. Are we…”

“A couple?”

I shrugged my shoulders at him.

“If you’ll have me.”

I stopped us on the sidewalk and stared up into his eyes. “I think we’ve established my position on that. So you’re okay going public with the whole you go both ways? Doesn’t that put you off the market for a bunch of people?”

“Yes, and yes. I mean, I’m already off the market since I have a girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. God, I never thought I’d say that…”

I grinned involuntarily at my new title.

“And if sometime in the future we’re not together, and someone isn’t interested because I like both pussy and dick, they can just take a hike. I’m done hiding who I am.”

“Okay,” I said contentedly. “I’m proud of you.” We started walking again, hand in hand.

“That reminds me, there’s somebody I wanna go see. You mind a bit longer of a walk?”

I shook my head. We strolled across campus as people started to wake and emerge. A few blocks past the outskirts, we rounded the corner and I knew where we were going. I just smiled as we strolled in the front door of the coffee shop just off campus.

James confidently stepped up to the counter, still grasping my hand. That in itself wouldn’t have been a giveaway as we’d done it many times before. Once Aidan turned around from making a smoothie, James kissed me passionately. Obvious tongue, and a not-too-subtle hand on one of my tits. I’ll admit the look on Aidan’s face was simply priceless as we finally stopped our mini make out session and ordered our coffee.

“That was kinda mean,” I said as we sat down. My face didn’t sell it.

“Yeah, can tell you’re broken up about it.”

We chatted idly in the busy shop, each rather enjoying the uncomfortably jealous glances from the other side of the counter. Drinks finished, we got up. James slid a hand into my back jeans pocket as we left.

Several minutes went by before either of us spoke. At first, I was simply enjoying being with him in public. I knew from the outside, it didn’t look any different. But to me, it felt different. I’d finally… we’d finally realized what was there all along. As we kept walking, my mind kept drifting back to the past twenty four hours. I’d had amazing sex as both genders, with the same person. I thought of the small cardboard box sitting in my dorm room and what it could mean. James was apparently in the same headspace and spoke first.

“So, the stuff Shauna gave you,” he lobbed me a sideways smile. “Any plans?”

I grinned, probably with a more devious edge than I meant. “I dunno,” I lied. “Maybe we could try out some stuff.”

“I can still hardly believe that you were… him. And he’s you. It’s a real mindfuck, you know?”

“I guess we should talk about that,” I said offhandedly. “It should be obvious that I’d do just about anything for you, right?” He nodded. “I would love to change back into Kyle for you. I mean, I’d have to work around school and stuff, but…”

“But…” he echoed.

“Well, I know you said you don’t mind that people you know you’re bi. But… do you really want them to see you with two different people?” I realized my eyes were misting up.

“Oh, Kayla, no!” He stopped and pulled me close. “No… just because I like both sides doesn’t mean I want to fake-cheat on you. God, I didn’t even think about that… seriously, I love you. We’re together.”

I sniffed into his sweatshirt and hugged him. “I love you too.” We started walking again. “But I get it, the possibilities…”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Thinking about you, and him… gets me all revved up. I was in my dorm ready to rub one out and I made myself call you instead.”

“So even after all that, you’re horny again?”

He nodded bashfully.

Now, a devious grin that I fully meant. “Come on…” I pulled him down a side street. “Did I ever tell you what I studied freshman year?”

“No, not engineering?”

“Ha,” I giggled. “Music theory. Lovely classes, nice people… I just couldn’t fathom a career in… well, whatever the hell you do with that. But…” I approached the brick building and scanned my student ID against he reader, “the practice rooms are soundproof and are almost never used on the weekends.”

James’ eyes lit up as I opened the door and gestured for him to follow. We made our way down a hallway, then to a set of stairs leading down toward the basement.

We ran, like two kids in a toy store toward a set of doors I knew to be at the end of the musty hallway. I paused to listen, no sounds of piano or clarinet or anything else remotely musical. İzmir travestileri A tired HVAC unit sputtered somewhere nearby. I opened the last tired door and led him inside the small room.

Most of the spaces had old wooden chars or piano benches, but I knew that this one had a grotty futon if you really needed to audition something in front of other people. I shuddered to think how much non-musical activity had happened on the makeshift couch over the years, but I didn’t care. After a few minutes of desperate face sucking, I playfully pushed him down.

James could barely keep his hands off my body as I pulled his ass of the tattered cushion. He finally realized my goal and helped. With his pants finally around his ankles, I had my prize. I knelt on the floor in front of him and telegraphed with my eyes that I wanted to please him. I knew he was already over the edge of wanting me, but being in control of the situation gave me a whole different kind of pleasure. Not that I didn’t want to slurp his beautiful cock down my throat…

We made out wantonly for a few moments as his cock wagged and slapped against the ass of my jeans. I moved around to his ears and down his neck, wanting to again devour the boy below me. His adorable little gasps and moans only pushed me harder and further.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more and sunk to my knees in front of him. With my slender fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, I slowly licked around the tip of his head. James’ hips arched as I took just the first of it between my lips, and I pushed him back down roughly. Uh uh, I formed the sounds while he was still inside in my mouth.

The admonition had the desired effect and he slumped back into the futon. In three or four deliberate bobs, I took more and more of him into my mouth and throat.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned when my lips rested, stretched around the base of his smooth tool.

I didn’t wait for any more encouragement. With my tongue and lips, I massaged his large cock nearly all the way out, then back into my willing mouth and throat. I could feel the heat emanating from him as I controlled and channeled his lust. I could feel the urgency in his whimpering building and pulled off.

I slunk up his body and pressed myself into him. “I hope I suck dick as good as Kyle,” I cooed.

James gently pushed my head away from him enough to stare at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead only nodded. His eyes pleaded with me. I kissed him hard and sunk back to my knees.

“Shit, baby,” he finally managed to verbalize a few minutes later. “You’re better at this than he is…” The last syllable hissed through his teeth.

God I love this boy. I could ignore the wet spot forming between my legs. This is for him, make him want the choice he made.

Instead of increasing my tempo, bobbing on his thick shaft, I slowed. I took a deep breath and plunged all the way down and stayed still. His cock head throbbed in the back of my throat. I slowly pulled back, not more than halfway, tonging slowly over each inch.

The delicious grunting coming from his mouth nearly made me jump up and strip off my clothes, but I held strong. A firm but gentle hand in my hair let me know that we were nearly there. No turning back now. I palmed his balls with one hand and massaged a thigh with my other. In slow, controlled movements, I pulled all the way off him, then allowed him to push my head back against his trimmed hair. I counted five full strokes before he began.

“Oh fuck, K… I’m gonna cum. Take it in your mouth, oh… fuck!”

I didn’t even get to taste his juice as his long shaft was fully in the back of my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex and simply let him fill me. The hand in my hair slowly relaxed as his spasms subsided, his fingertips moving to massage my scalp instead of control it. I took one last stifled breath through my nose and slowly pulled away.

“Holy shit,” James whispered. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you don’t,” I said with a sly grin. I scooted up onto the couch and flopped my legs over his. We kissed tenderly as his cock softened.

“So maybe we don’t need to mess with X-Change,” he said after a moment. “As long as I can have you…”

“That’s sweet,” I said. “But relationships take agreement and understanding.”

James flashed me a funny look as I tried to calm the hot wetness now certainly making my panties damp.

“I think we’re not done with our gender bending playtime. Is that alright with you?”

He nodded slowly.

“Good. Hopefully that will tide you over, I have laundry to finish.” I helped him stand and made a show of slowly pulling his underwear and pants back on for him. He’d already begun to sport a decent semi again as I zipped his jeans.

We strolled in silence out of the music building and up to the sidewalk. My brain worked overtime as I Travesti izmir considered permutations and possibilities. I’d already jumped down a particularly titillating rabbit hole when he finally spoke a block or so later.

“So, the pills. Did you have…” he swallowed hard, “something in mind?”

I stopped mid-stride and pulled him into a kiss. “You’ll see.”

I left James at his building with the actually true pretense of studying for finals. I didn’t have any crazy hard classes this term, but it was a good excuse. I had the rough details of my plan worked out before the elevator even reached my floor. Somehow, everything just fell into place. I tried to think of unexpected details, anything that might go wrong. After experiencing a gender change in the middle of a one night stand, everything else felt like small details.

In my room, I checked the calendar and sent a few quick texts. The answers came back as I’d hoped. I quickly pulled up the reservations page on my laptop and filled in all the details but hovered over the submit button.

I tapped James’ contact on my phone. He answered instantaneously.

“Hey,” I said casually. “Are you busy next week?” Huh uh, over the phone. “Do you trust me?” Uh huh. “Do you have a passport?”

* * *

James’ finals week was far busier than mine. I felt bad for the distraction my enigmatic phone call must have seeded his head. Hopefully I didn’t make him fail any tests…

We only managed to see each other a few times over the week. Aside from my own finals, I had plenty of shopping to do and travel details to attend to. Thursday evening after my last test, my mind played out in quite vivid detail one of the phases of my idea. I was so horny that I nearly booty called him, but resisted and told myself the anticipation would make it better.

We met for coffee Friday morning, both done with our weeks and looking forward to spring break, not that he had any idea what that entailed. We hung out most of the day, James remarkably not pressing me for any details. He apparently was in the same mindset, the surprise and payoff would be worth the wait. I finally told him the time we needed to leave for the airport the next morning and agreed to meet at my car.

* * *

“So are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?” James trudged across the parking lot with his suitcase in tow. “I hope it’s somewhere warm, cause that’s what I packed for.”

Jesus, maybe I wasn’t good at planning. “Good guess. Yeah, we’re going to Cancun for the week.”

“Mexico? How’d you pull this off?”

“My Spanish class does a trip every other year. It’s supposed to be educational and cultural enrichment, but it’s really just an excuse for a bitchin’ Spring Break. I’m friends with the TA… she managed to get you on the list, and here we are.”

“Damn…”

I could tell his mind was racing.

“So do we stay in youth hostels or something?”

I started the car and chuckled. “No baby… all inclusive resort. Everyone else is sharing rooms split up by gender. Katie owed me a favor though, and managed to get us our own room.”

“Fuck…” he said slowly.

I grinned and put my hand on his thigh. “I sure hope so.”

* * *

Our day of travel was uneventful for the most part. We had a layover in Miami and got lunch at the airport before hopping the next airplane. The AC on the flight was on full blast and I got cold, so James fetched me one of those stupidly thin airline blankets from a flight attendant. As soon as I covered myself with it, he snaked his hand inside the waistband of my leggings. With a knowing smile plastered to his face, he surreptitiously fingered me to a delicate orgasm. After I released my death grip on his other hand, he pulled his finger out of my twat and made a little show of licking it off. I kissed him hard.

* * *

The resort was incredible. We got off the tour bus and stood on the sidewalk in awe. The entire property was walled off from the city with a single large gate flanked by palm trees. The sizable group walked in and queued for checkin. As I looked up and down the line, I realized I hardly knew any of the people from my class. Not that I went a lot… that would actually make some parts of my plan work better. Less people to notice us.

My friend Katie was true to her word, and had reserved us a junior suite. It was even at the opposite end of the resort compound away from the six-to-a-room accommodations for the rest of the class. Gonna owe her a favor now…

“How did you pull this off?” said James as we stepped inside the room. “Holy shit!”

“The room, the trip, this cute little ensemble?” I swept a hand down my chest.

“All of it!” He pulled me into a hug and kissed me.

“Well, I told Katie that I finally found someone I really liked and that we could use some quality time together away from school. With us wanting to… try things, being somewhere else seemed like the best opportunity.”

“So you brought the X-Change then?”

“Duh…” I smiled. “I have lots of plans for the week.”

James shorts were beginning to tent. “I’m down. But first, we’re gonna break in this hotel room.”

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The meal was simple; baked chicken, potatoes and spinach salad. Delicious and filling, but neither of us overate. It was difficult for me to not rush the meal, and I could tell grandma was having the same difficulty. After dinner we loaded the dishwasher, retired to the living room and we passed each other a joint. Marijuana was legal in Vermont, andI took deep drags on the blunt. The last time I smoked pot, I was in college after having recently been decrimalized in Pennsylvania, but I didn’t have a medical needs card, so for me it was illegal. But when you’re a college student, the last thing you think about is the legality of some things.

After the cigarette was done and the roach tamped out, we went to the bedroom. Any possible inhibitions I might have had gone up in smoke, pun intended. Grandma was the first to strip off the scant clothes she wore, save for her panties. She laid on the bed while I wriggled out of the jeans, pulled the t-shirt over my head and started to pull the underwear to the floor.

“No, leave them on for now. The smell of cum turns me on. Um, I’m assuming thinking of me in bed made you get at least a little juicy.”

“Shut up Grandma,” I said with a grin, “You know how hot you’ve been making me since you picked me up. I have been getting creamy thinking of you for a long time now. And not just today.”

Mima laughed, but then got a sober, smoky expression when she realized I was serious.

“You know, when I hugged you earlier today, I peed my pants a little. I also have been having what I call mini-orgasms since I talked with you about your mom. And it wasn’t your mom I was thinking of. As I mentioned, I was in love with her, and she’ll always be my daughter, but now I have you, and I want you more than you can imagine. Sometimes when I masturbated with just my fingers, I pretended they were on the end of your hand. I hoped someday they would be.”

I laid next to my grandmother and started running a hand over the bare flesh of her breasts, then began kneading them. Then grandma guided a hand to the waistband of her panties. I passed my fingers under the soft material, past the curly pubic hair and into their final destination, a very wet pussy. Grandma gasped as I inserted two fingers inside her, tapping the ball of my index finger against her clitoris.

Granda whispered a moan as I gently played with her love canal. She shivered as I massaged the sopping flesh. I withdrew the hand and coated her nipple with the juice, then sucked the hardened nip. Grandma bit her lip as she enjoyed the suction of my mouth on her salmon aerole.

Suddenly Mima jumped up and told me to take off my panties. When they were on the floor she beckoned me to hand the garment to her. I did so and she took a hard drag and licked the cream. Then she removed her own underwear, threw it at me and told me to smell. I sniffed at the whole garment and was immediately intoxicated by the fragrance of musk mingled with urine and whatever perfume she applied to her lower torso. She grabbed me by the arm, pulled me atop her. We french-kissed, nibbling each other hungrily. Then she muttered something about the best of both worlds, getting up and reaching into her dresser, retrieving panties with what looked like at least a seven inch dildo sewn in. She threw them at me. Sensing what she wanted, I put the dildo panties on while she got on her knees, dropping her chin onto folded hands. I began driving the fabric-covered cock into her snatch. I went inside her to the hilt, then began pumping. But after just a couple of insertions she got up and pulled me onto the bed and began sucking the “dick,” deep-throating it. By time she was done going down on the dildo there was not a drop of cream on it. She licked her lips and said it was far better than any of her exes, both male and female. Then she pulled the panties off me and told me to sit on her face. I hovered above her, pushed my vagina against her lips, then lowering my head to the deep pink, almost red pussy that pulsed below my face.

I inhaled heavily of the fragrant, throbbing flower before I began licking it, injecting my tongue deeply into her, then took the extended nub of hard flesh between my lips and then rubbed my teeth against it before gently biting it. I held the woman’s thighs and felt grandma’s body tense as flashes of seething heat coursed through her, visibly causing her body to convulse.

Grandma’s tongue also wrapped around my clit, causing me to kick my legs back. I had never enjoyed such pleasure, and judging by her reaction to my sucking and nibbling, Mima felt much the same way.

When antalya travesti we had each relished two or three orgasm each, I hopped off Grandma, laid my head on the pillow next to Mima and snuggled up to her, nuzzling her ear and kissing the soft skin.

“That was great, Mima. Thank you,” I whispered hoarsely.

“No, thank you sweetheart. I don’t think I ever had such a good time, even when I was your age. Maybe if I had slept with your mother, it would have been as good, but I don’t think any encounter could be better.”

I smiled and drifted off to sleep, thinking to myself that I had definitely made up my mind. I would stay here with my grandmother.

* * * *

The next day the phone rang. Grandma answered. After a short conversation, which sounded light-hearted at first, Mima’s face turned ashen. She said okay and hung up, her face looking as if she’d just witnessed the shuttle Challenger exploding.

“What’s wrong, Mima?”

“Oh, nothing really dear. It’s just that your brother is coming to visit, maybe to live here in Vermont.”

“Henry?! What about dad?”

“Um, it seems your dad and grandfather had a lot in common. Marvin found some nice piece of ass in Melbourne and left Henry to fend for himself. Then Marvin wound up being robbed and killed by the woman’s boyfriend, or something to that effect. Anyway, Henry will be here in a couple of days. He said he’s hopping on a plane tomorrow, so the day after, I suppose.”

“Wow, grandma. Just wow,” I said, nearly collapsing on the couch.

“Your brother didn’t sound too upset about his father. The kid was just a meal ticket, so when Marvin found some chickadee who he thought would take care of him, Henry didn’t seem so important to him. He got what he asked for, though I am sorry it happened. I feel bad for any victim of a crime.

“But come on babe, we have to prepare that wing of the house. He’ll live here until he gets on his feet,” she continued, grabbing me by the arm. I want to stock the fridge in the kitchenette. If I recall, Henry will want to do much of his cooking.”

There wasn’t much cleaning to do in the new part of the house since I’d only been there a few hours. After the bed was made, grandma said she would be right back. She came back with a pair of her panties and a vibrator along with a small tube of sex lube.

“What’s that stuff for, Mima?”

“The panties are just to let him know what he has missed, and the toy and goo is just in case he gets the urge to fuck himself.”

“Henry likes to do that?”

“Hell yes. When he was visiting before he and your father decided to be damn fools and leave the US, I opened the door to the spare room next to mine (this was before I had the addition built) and saw him sprawled out on the bed sliding a toy in and out of his ass. He was really into it. The boy’s eyes were closed and he looked to be completely immersed in it. I just closed the door and never mentioned it. I am pretty sure he’s not gay, but he obviously enjoyed shagging himself. And the panties, I mean what male doesn’t like the smell of a woman’s underwear?” For that matter, what female doesn’t like the scent of a woman?”

“Won’t he know you tossed that stuff on the bed for him?”

“I think he’ll figure it out. Even though we never talked about what I saw, I think he knows. I didn’t measure his cock, obviously, but it looked to be average maybe a little better than six inches.”

“Did you ever have fantasies of having him?”

“Did you?”

“A couple of times, but most of my fantasies were about you.”

“We could take him together,” she said with her eyes flashing.

“You mean rape him?”

“That’s not what I mean at all. Besides, that’s such a vulgar word. Let’s say we can convince him. And besides, even though it seemed your dad was straight, I think he gave your brother a blowjob now and then. The promise of a good dick-sucking was likely why he agreed to go. After all, Henry was 21 when he left, so it’s not like he had to go with your father.”

“Well, having Henry here would kind of make it a perfect incestuous world.”

“Bet your sweet ass. Henry never admitted as much, but I think he wanted to bang your mother. Come to think of it, I believe he had a thing for me. I could see the fire in his eyes. I’m not sure your mom ever noticed, or ignored it if she did. He may only be average, but if we can teach him that his dick isn’t just for suckin…”

“You don’t think he ever screwed dad?”

“I’m sure your father had a tight hole, but I really doubt it. Your brother did not izmir travesti seem to be the least bit interested. When he chanced to see your father naked, he looked disgusted.”

“How do you know he saw Marvin naked?”

“He walked into the bathroom once when he was taking a shower. He closed the door, blushed and stomped away like he’d seen the Hindenburg burning up. I asked him what was wrong and he just scrunched up his nose and looked askance at the bathroom door. Of course, I never considered Marvin to be worthy of a romp in the hay. He was not an especially handsome man, and he was the last person I would consider having sex with, even when I was so super horny and wanted a cock ramming deep inside me.”

“What about grandpa?”

Mima twisted her lips and muttered something under her breath. I couldn’t comprehend what she said, but the scowl on her face told me it wasn’t good. I just let it go, though the words on her lips seemed to say “fuck him.” And not in a good way.

* * * *

Mima drove to the airport alone, leaving an hour before the plane was scheduled to arrive. She told me to stay home, as she had some thinking to do, and also to hide in the spare room closet when they walked into the house. She said she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw me.

She dressed more modestly than she had when she picked me up, though not by much. She wore a sundress that flowed freely with a hemline that spoke more of happy-go-lucky grandma then a steaming vixen, but she couldn’t hide her ample breasts and shapely calves, even in the cream colored flats that adorned her feet. She was the vision of comfort with just as hint of sensuality. Or as Waugh would call it “A thin bat’s squeak of sexuality.” I couldn’t see her muscular thighs, but I didn’t need to. I had already tasted what was between them, and almost obsessed with tasting her again and again. And I couldn’t help but wonder how my brother would be in bed. I let my mind wander to a vision of seeing his cock ram into our grandmother. He never called her Mima and grandma, preferring to call her granny. I chuckled to myself that I, too, preferred her, but not in the way one might think. Her panties grew wetter with each thought.

Cassidy made sure to stand as close to the divided picture window and listened carefully for the sporty car to pull up to the garage door. When it finally did, she waited for Mima and Henry to get out, then she sprinted to the closet and hid there until she heard voices in the bedroom. She jarred the door to hear the conversation. Henry’s back was toward the closet, which Cassidy thought was purposeful.

“Gosh granny, it’s so nice to see you. You look good.”

“Thanks, Hen. Sorry about your dad.”

“Yeah, well, he really should have expected it. It’s not safe out there in the world, especially when you look for love online.”

“You seem okay with it, Hen. That’s healthy.”

“I was broken up about it when I heard the news, but after a couple of days I just realized if it would have worked out as he hoped, he would have royally screwed me anyway. To tell the truth, I am not sure why I followed him to Adelaide.”

Grandma’s eyes flashed, but then, in her straigntforward way she blurted out “Wouldn’t have anything to do him sucking you off now and again, would it?”

Henry, or Hen as we called him, grinned and said he’d never allowed dad to do that. I just wasn’t into it. I just went with him on a whim, hoping to find something different. I really missed you and Cassie.

“Speaking of my sister, have you heard from her?”

“You might say that, sweetie,” she said, motioning to me to come out. I tiptoed out. I had on white jeans and a thin wrap-around blouse tied right beneath my boobs that showed off her flat midriff. I put my hands around Henry’s eyes and said “guess who?”

“OMG, Cassie, is that you? It’s been forever. Let me look at you

Before he looked at his sister, Hen looked down at the bed and turned lobster red. “What’s this, granny?”

“Well, gosh Henry, what the hell does it look like?”

“Whose undies?”

“They’re not your sister’s, that’s for sure. Go ahead, pick them up. They’re good and soiled. I took them off this morning after masturbating before I got out of bed. And the other things I thought you might enjoy sliding it into your ass while you sniff my panties.”

I knew the lady was direct, but holy shit, I never her to be this direct, at least not this quickly. I almost scolded her, but caught myself. Mima looked at me with a blithe glare. She mouthed “I love you” with a glint in her eyes. I mouth the phrase back, my pussy squirting a little from the smoke in her gaze.

Rather than blush, he looked at our grandmother with some humor. “How did you know?”

“I know every damn thing that goes on in my house. Besides, I saw your screwing yourself the last time you were over. And damn, what it did to me. I ever do that to you, Hen?”

“Um, er, um, well, you’re my grandmother,” he said, obviously uncomfortable.

“I know who I am, young man, but I know you’re a normal man, and all my parts are fully functioning. Maybe you don’t have the biggest dick, but still, as they say “the size don’t matter.” I assume you know how to use what God gave you. I sure as hell do,” she said, referring to herself as well as, possibly, her grandson.

She pushed him onto the bed and unzipped his trousers, fishing out his hardening manhood. She massaged it until it was stiff as a peg. “Oh my, Hen, it looks like grandma is making her grandson happy,” she said, talking about the bead of pre-cum forming on the head. Do you want to feel this little monster in you first, or do I get first dibs? I, for one, would love to sit on this lad’s face. I can suck him off until he’s ready to unload his delicious wad, or I can let it pop outa my mouth, you can finish the job, making him cum all over Mima. It’s been a long time since I’ve had fresh jizz coating my lips and dripping from my chin.”

I looked at my grandmother, looked at Henry’s cock, then decided. “How about we compromise this time, grandma. I’ll sit upright on his face and you can suck his cock, the pull off, finish the job with a hand job. This way we both get our rocks off.”

“Mmm, I love the way you think, Cassie. How about that, Hen?”

My brother didn’t answer. He seemed petrified, but his erection told me anything was fine with him. I straddled his head and lowered my pulsating flower till I felt his face, then his tongue insert into my vagina.

“See, Hen, isn’t this so much better than anything you can get in Australia? I have been wanting this six inches since before that wretched man tricked you into following him,” my grandmother said while licking the shaft, then took every inch of the manflesh into her mouth.

“Granny, I have been wanting to fuck you for so long,” Henry said as I pulled my ass away from his lips

“Hey, what about your sister?” I said indignantly.

“You too, you little tart,” he said as he grasped my hips and pulled me back to his lips. “And I have always loved the smell of your cunt,” he said as I again popped up. I used to watch you masturbating in your panties, and when you retired for the night, I went to the laundry basket and sniff at the crotch. Then I would jerk off with them around my cock.”

“Really? Mommy never asked me why they were sticky or stiff if a few days had gone by till she did the wash.”

“That’s cause she knew and didn’t want to embarrass me. I don’t think she ever figured out how much it would turn me on if you knew.”

“Fuck that does turn me on,” I said as I again dropped my ass to his face, rubbing forward and backward, doing my best to fuck his nose.

Grandma stopped sucking and watched me get off on Henry’s face “OMG Cassie, that is so fricking hot. I honestly never thought about fucking someone’s nose. I have wanted to fuck your nipples, but… Wow. That’s hot.” I wouldn’t mind having you sit on Grandma’s face and let me get off on the sweet fragrant snatch. And maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you lick my ass.”

“Oh Mima, you’re such a whore,” I said, making to smile broadly so she knew I was joking.

“You bet I am. But only for you and your big brother with his, um, bite-size cock,” she said, laughing, but not in a mean way.

My brother blushed, but he grabbed her face to pull her back to his erect flesh. Grandma wasn’t so bothered by Henry’s size that she refused to go down on him again. In fact, she later told me that he really knew exactly how to use that dick like someone much more generously endowed.

I laid back and watched the blowjob. And as advertised, just before he blew his stack she pulled off him, but to my surprise she pulled me down from my perch and commanded me to jerk my brother off. I wrapped a hand around the throbbing shaft and pumped it, feeling the cum building from his nuts. She told me to let his cum coat my face. This was exactly what she’d said she wanted to feel earlier, but she held my head down, looking directly at the pee hole until my jerking him off had the desired effect. Hot gushes spurt out of Henry’s cock right onto my face. I opened my mouth to catch some of the milky liquid, while the remainder coated my cheeks, dripped from my chin and generally made a mess.

Then grandma told me to lay on my back next to my brother. The fun was really about to start.

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We were enjoying a summer evening at home with our only daughter, Mia, back from her first year of college with her boyfriend in tow. It had felt weird when she’d left for school, and having her back home this last week drove home how much my wife and I had missed her.

The year on her own had matured her, changed the dynamic between us. Mia had always been the sweet girl that never pushed boundaries. Now she thought nothing of kicking her feet up and enjoying a drink with us. I liked it.

As usual when she had a few drinks, my wife, Claire, was digging in her heels over something silly. She always seemed to come up with the most ridiculous ideas then refuse to change her mind no matter the evidence to the contrary. Usually it was something silly, but this time she’d seized onto something that was too dangerous for me to wrestle away from her.

Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor, so I stared blankly ahead like a new recruit trying to avoid the drill sergeant’s attention.

“Seriously, you should hear how girls talk when guys aren’t around,” Claire insisted. “Right, Mia?”

“We’re filthy. Deplorable,” my daughter agreed seriously.

I tried but failed to suppress a snort, shocked by Mia’s words and wondering exactly what my little girl had gotten up to in her first year at university.

“Got something to say?” Claire said, rounding on me with a look that could kill. I looked helplessly to Todd, Mia’s boyfriend, but it was clear the nineteen-year-old young man was out of his depth. “Women can be just as sexual as men. No. We are just as sexual!”

This time, I couldn’t help but laugh. Wrong move. Or maybe the right one, since I desperately wished to goad Claire further on this topic since I knew what wine and talking about sex would lead to.

My wife grew pink with rage, which caused Mia to start hooting encouragement and ended any hope I had for holding it together. A full belly laugh erupted from me. Todd nervously joined in as Claire stewed.

It took a full minute before I regained enough breath to talk. That’s when I said the words that would set all of our lives on a different course. “There’s a difference between talk and action. Anyone can read a few of your romance novels and pretend. If you think women can be as sexual as guys, then prove it.”

Claire ground her teeth. “Prove it? How?”

I shrugged, but then my eyes fell on Todd. “What’s your favorite porn?”

Todd turned white as a sheet. Wide-eyed, he looked around the room for help, but even Mia was silently shaking with laughter. Finally he stammered out something incomprehensible.

“It’s MILF, right?” Mia said, smiling innocently at her boyfriend. “The mommy stuff with all the dirty talk?”

“Mia!” Todd hissed, eyes darting to Claire then to the ground.

“I like the gangbang stuff,” Mia said quickly. “And threesomes. Lesbians. Oh! And cum. Love creampies and facials and anything where the girl is sticky at the end!”

“Mia!” Claire gasped.

“What about you, Claire?” I prompted. She turned pale. But her nipples were poking through her bra and shirt. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I don’t watch porn,” she said.

“Then tell us about the steamy romance novels you read. What was the one where the woman was a priestess of some god and an absolute pain slut? I think you read it about ten years ago. Then again five years ago. Then last year–“

“I don’t remember anything like that.”

“Kush, something or another, right?” I said, enjoying how my wife squirmed from embarrassment. “I think you got about a third of the way into that book and suddenly you were all about getting tied up and fucked in the ass–“

“John!” Claire gasped.

“Whoa,” Todd muttered, now looking at my wife with interest.

“Way to go mom!” Mia said between fits of laughter. She tried to high five her mother, but Claire was too preoccupied with glaring at me to notice.

“You remember the book, right?” I asked again sweetly.

“Kushiel’s Dart,” Claire replied at last. Then she finished her drink, gathered up the empties, and went to the kitchen.

A man would have to be a fool not to enjoy watching her walking away. I love my wife, so I know my take on her appearance is biased. But she’s a ten out of ten if I’ve ever seen one. About 5’7″ with a long, svelte body crafted from years of dance and yoga. She had on a short t-shirt and thin joggers that clung to her round ass just enough to demonstrate a lack of panty line and show the subtle jiggle of her perky cheeks with every step.

I looked but Todd stared.

Mia grinned as she leaned in to loudly whisper into her boyfriend’s ear. “That’s your kind of mommy?”

Todd flushed, looking nervously at me.

Mia and I shared a look. If there was any doubt she was my offspring, it vanished in that moment. Holding my eye, she nodded. zonguldak escort It felt like the last piece of puzzle fell into place inside me.

“Okay, so I read steamy books,” Claire said, returning with hands full of drinks. The flush of her cheeks had dulled to a light pink. “And Mia and Todd watch porn. What about you?”

“Like daddy, like daughter,” I said, nodding toward Mia. “I like a little bit of everything. But especially anything where the girls seem to genuinely enjoy being a slut. That’s what I really like. Sluts that embrace it.”

Claire was hanging on every word but tried to act disinterested. “So you like sluts?”

“Love them,” I said. I noticed that Mia beamed when I said that. “Part of the reason I went after you.”

“John!” Claire covered her mouth. “I think we’ve had enough of this sort of talk.”

“I agree. And I think we can all agree that everything stays between us?” I looked at my daughter and her boyfriend, then finally my wife. Todd and Claire nodded eagerly, ready to move on. Mia grinned. I turned back to my wife. “Then maybe it’s time you prove all your talk about women being just as sexual as men. Put your money where your mouth is, so to speak.”

“Okay…” Claire said after a long pause, not sure where this was going. “What does that mean?”

But despite her hesitation, I could see that she was intrigued. Curious, yes, but the challenge appealed to her competitive side.

“Suck Todd’s dick.”

For a moment, no one said anything. Mia smiled as she watched her mom. Todd’s mouth flapped open and closed. Claire sat still, her face a mask.

“You want me,” Claire said, pointing at herself, “to give him,” she pointed at Todd, “a blowjob.”

“I do.”

Claire took a long sip of her drink, then calmly set it down. Her eyes were icy. “Mia?”

“Go for it, mommy,” my daughtered purred. She leaned against her boyfriend, her hand in his lap gently stroking a growing bulge.

“Todd?” Claire asked, still staring me down. Daring me not to stop her.

“Well, uh, if…” he stuttered, interrupted by the sound of Mia opening his zipper.

She fought for a second, then out popped a dick so hard I wondered how Mia had even freed it. “He’s ready for you, mommy.”

“This is insane,” Claire said.

I kept quiet, and Mia followed my lead. She tilted her head, then slowly stroked her boyfriend’s cock. It wasn’t anything special except for the fact that it was attached to her boyfriend.

Claire watched. Her tongue slid slowly out to wet her lips.

“Mommy, he needs you,” Mia whispered.

“I can’t believe this…” Claire said, glancing once at me before sliding off her seat to the ground in front of Todd.

Honestly, I couldn’t believe it either. Claire was no prude. She’d been wild before I’d tamed her. It was only years later that I could admit to myself that her slutty reputation had been what drew me to her in the first place. That was two decades in the past, now hidden behind the visage of a proper suburban wife. I wanted it back but never thought it would happen.

Claire leaned in. Her nostrils flared. Mia moved her hand down exposing the top of Todd’s cock then pushed it forward. The three stayed frozen, no one willing to take the final step.

“Are you wet?” I asked.

“Probably,” my wife answered.

“Yes,” Mia whispered.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

And then it happened. My wife shuddered, a release of everything she’d been holding back for so long, then placed her lips on the tip of Todd’s cock.

“Oh!” He gasped. His body was rigid. Breath came in short gasps.

Mia let go of his cock. Claire let less than an inch between her lips, then slowly circled the head with her tongue.

“Wait!” Todd said, then moaned, “Mommy!”

His cock jerked, almost escaping my wife’s lips. But she was no stranger to dick and had seen all the signs that this young man was on the edge. Greedily, she drank his cum while never taking more than just the tip into her lips. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed.

“Damn, Mom,” Mia said, impressed.

“Hhhmm,” Claire responded. Then she went to work.

Nothing is more important to a good blowjob–or sex in general–than enthusiasm. You could fake it, of course. Or enjoy things simply because a lover was into it. My wife fell into neither of those camps when it came to sucking dick. She loved it. She loved the feeling of a hard dick in her mouth. She loved how it made her feel to see a physically stronger man reduced to a puddle by wanting nothing more than her.

I watched with pride and arousal as my wife showed our daughter and her boyfriend the pinnacle of fellatio. Her lips massaged the underside and tip, still sensitive enough from his premature release to make him squirm. Wetly, she let her tongue wrap around the shaft, istanbul travesti practically making out with the young, hard cock.

Only when his gasps and squirms turned to moans with fists clenching at his side did she take him into her mouth. In and out. Tongue playful. Slowly, her head tilted up so her dazzling hazel eyes could watch Todd’s face as her agonizingly slow pace tortured his sensitive dick with pleasure.

Even from the side I could see the delight in her eyes. Her focus. As far as I knew it had been twenty years since she’d sucked a cock that wasn’t mine, and she was savoring every moment of the experience.

Todd didn’t know what to do. His hands were stuck to his thighs as if he was afraid that touching her was forbidden. That wouldn’t do.

“You can touch her. She’s a slut, not a stripper,” I said. “Show her what you like.”

Disappointingly, Todd did nothing. You’d think a young virile man getting his cock sucked would have no issue taking control. Maybe it was the situation, the fact that it was his girlfriend’s mom, and his girlfriend and her dad were watching.

I looked to Mia for help. She rolled her eyes, then leaned and whispered into Todd’s ear. Gently as if trying not to startle him, she lifted one hand then then the other and placed them on her mom’s head.

“Yeah, Mommy, suck his dick,” Mia cooed.

Claire moaned. Her eyes darted to our daughter. Mia’s lips were parted just enough to show a hint of teeth. Her chest rose and fell, topped by twin points from her hard nipples. I’m sure my wife’s were just as hard. I know I was and took the moment where the three of them were occupied to adjust my erection to a more comfortable angle.

My wife slowly took Todd to the base, his cock vanishing into her mouth and down her throat without even the hint of a struggle. If she could deep throat me, then Todd wouldn’t be a challenge at all.

Then she stopped her teasing. There are blowjobs meant to draw the experience out. Then there are blowjobs meant to suck the soul out of a man. This was the latter. And even though Todd had a grip in her hair, it looked like he was the one holding on for dear life.

Mia looked impressed. I’m not sure how she’d viewed her mom before this moment, but I’d wager my life savings it wasn’t as a blowjob queen. Wide eyed, she looked up to gauge how I was taking the love of my wife sucking another guy’s dick.

I raised an eyebrow and smiled. She smiled back. When I patted the seat next to me, Mia extracted herself from next to Todd and stepped over her mom. Neither seemed to notice as she snuggled up next to me. I put an arm around her shoulder as if we were having a family movie night instead of watching the taboo blowjob in front of us.

“She’s really good at that,” Mia said after almost ten minutes of watching her mother face fuck herself, slowing only when Todd neared another release. She had an uncanny ability to keep a dick on edge, something I often enjoyed.

“Your mother has a lot of practice, don’t you sweety?” I asked.

Claire moaned in response.

“Are you wet?”

An even louder moan, with big nods of her head.

“Want him to fuck you?”

With a lurch and groan, Todd came again. Whatever reluctance he’d felt about physical domination disappeared in the wash of pleasure. He slammed my wife’s head down into his crotch and lifted his hips at the same time.

Claire let him take command only briefly, shoving herself free.

“Damn it!” she said as errant jets of cum splattered her face. “You’d better stay hard.”

Then she dove back onto his spurting cock. I guess that answered the question about if she wanted to get fucked by him.

Unfortunately for my wife, even a twenty-year-old has limits. His once stiff erection wilted despite her relentless efforts.

“Claire,” I said after a minute of watching her fight a losing battle. She didn’t stop. “Babe!” She looked back at me with her lips still wrapped around his dick. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

The pop of her freeing her mouth echoed. “If you want me to.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

I untangled myself from my daughter then stood. Claire watched me distantly through eyes glazed over with lust as I approached. She was on her knees in front Todd. Like the slut she was, her back was arched to tilt her ass up. I slapped it, then pulled her off Todd by her hair.

“Do you want him to fuck you?”

Claire groaned as I roughly shoved a hand down the back of her joggers, digging deeper until my fingers found the soaked gusset of her thong.

“You’re wet for him.”

Another moan. She struggled in my grip, trying to get her mouth back on Todd’s cock.

I slid her thong to the side and pushed a finger into her. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

“Yes!” Claire gasped.

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She twisted to look back at me. “Please, can he fuck me?”

“Not me,” I answered, shaking my head. “Todd isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Oh god,” Claire whispered. She closed her eyes, breathing hard as I fingered her. When she opened them, I saw the self-sure gaze of the woman I’d fallen in love with. “Mia, is it okay if your boyfriend fucks me?”

Our daughter shivered. Her eyes were wide and bright, and even without looking down I could see her nipples poking through her shirt. She nodded. “If you can get him hard again.”

I let go of Claire and she dove back onto Todd’s cock. The sloppy sounds were music to my ears, but it looked like she was in for a fight so I headed to the bathroom then to the kitchen for glasses of water for all of us.

When I returned to the den, Claire was on her knees frantically bobbing up and down. Todd looked even more desperate. The pressure to perform was getting to him, a death sentence even for a young man with a hot slut like Claire working her magic.

I looked at my daughter. Mia was where I’d left her and still fully dressed, though she rhythmically clenched her thighs and a hand idly stroked a breast.

“You might need to help out if you want to see them fuck,” I suggested.

Mia’s lips parted, clearly intrigued by the idea.

I sat out water glasses for everyone, then took a seat next to Mia. My weight depressing the couch caused her to lean against my side. Casually, I wrapped one arm around her shoulder then used my right hand to unzip my pants and fish my dick out.

Freedom. The tight confines of my pants made pulling my erection out all the sweeter. I sighed, letting it bob in the air without touching it.

I could feel Mia’s eyes on me, studying my fat cock. I wouldn’t star in any gonzo films, but put me in a room with fifty guys and odds are only one would be longer than me and none would be thicker. Claire said it was perfect in size. Thick enough to stretch her but not so long as to ram her cervix or too thick to take in her ass or down her throat.

Surprisingly, Mia wasn’t the only one to react to my freed dick. Todd twitched and moaned, looking away when I glanced his way. Claire redoubled her efforts. Soon she’d have him stiff again, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

I hugged Mia against me, then stage whispered into her ear loud enough for Todd to hear. “Honey, maybe you should go see if there is anything you can do to help. Maybe ask if he’d like a show of some sort?”

Mia chewed on her lip then nodded. I helped her up, casually placing my palm on her tight ass, so much like Claire’s when she’d been younger. Todd saw it, eyes now fixed on the contact between his girlfriend and her father.

My daughter was wearing loose, thin shorts that were small enough that the bottom of her cheeks peeked out even when she stood upright. My fingers burned with the heat of contact with that soft portion of my daughter’s body.

When she sauntered over to where her mom and boyfriend were, I couldn’t suppress a moan or resist wrapping my hand around my cock. Mia was my wife’s daughter. Just by looks you could tell. They both had hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. The similarities went deeper. The same laugh. A sparkle to their eyes when they were teasing.

And it turned out that when they were horny and reveling in the gaze of men, they strutted the same. I drank in the site of my daughter’s rolling hips, the subtle jiggle of her barely covered ass, so much like her mom that it was almost like I was looking back in time to when Claire was that age.

Knowing I was watching her, Mia stood between me and Todd, bending at the hips to whisper into his ear. Even if she had been speaking loud enough for me to hear I doubt I would have understood the words because the taught hamstrings of my daughter and her perky, exposed ass took over my mind.

I’d only ever seen one set of legs and butt that could rival Mia’s, and it was currently on display in a tight pair of joggers right next to it. I couldn’t help but compare. Choosing one was impossible. Mia’s had the taught perkiness of youth. Her mother’s was thicker. Rounder. No one would consider it huge but it was noticeably curvier when positioned right next to Mia’s svelte body.

Growling, I slowly stroked my cock. Enjoying the moment even as I savored the anticipation of what was inevitably coming. Mia knew, too. We’d shared a look that communicated more than words. And I think my wife did too.

Todd mumbled something. Mia stroked his hair, whispering loud encouragement. I caught only bits and pieces but she was comforting him, telling him to just say what he wanted.

“Iwant to see him fuck you,” Todd said so rapidly the words ran together.

The room went still, even Claire pausing. There were only two men in the room, and Todd didn’t seem the type to refer to himself in the third person.

“Who?” Mia prompted unnecessarily.

When Todd blushed and looked away, Claire started sucking again. Harder.

“Your dad,” Todd admitted. “I want to watch your dad fuck you.”

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Authors Note: This short story came from me accidentally sending an email to a friend using my Literotica writing name email address. What if I had sent a story that I had written? I know the stories I write here wouldn’t have been in their taste. So, that got me thinking of sort of a worst-case scenario and the below is the result.

All characters are 18 years of age and older, and no, I don’t have a daughter in real life.

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As my daughter hugged me at the airport gate, she whispered in my ear “I’m glad we did it.” She then ran through the gate off to her plane and back to college after the Thanksgiving weekend.

I smiled to myself. That weekend didn’t exactly go as planned.

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Finally, the story was done. I am part of a group of fellow authors on the Literotica site. I had a bet that my last story after 2 weeks would get a 4.5 or a hot rating. It didn’t. I lost the bet and my fellow authors, knowing my close, paternal-only, relationship with my daughter that I had to write and post a father-daughter incest story.

I hated every minute of it. I started by writing the story as an older gentleman/younger woman romance, but to satisfy the bet I changed the characters to father-daughter.

It was late. Now, to email it to fellow author “S” who is the grammar checker of the group. He always checks the stories first and then we circulate the story to all of us. My pen name is “G”

Email sent. Time for bed.

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It was three days later. Usually “S” gets back to us that he at least received the story. I sent him a quick yıldırım escort email asking what he thought of it. Within 10 minutes I got a reply. “What story?”

I thought. “OK, That’s strange.” I went into my email and checked my sent emails. Shit. Instead of sending it to “S”. I sent it to my daughter Susan.

Of course, in my panic, I did the wrong thing. I should have just done nothing. My daughter would likely just delete it and life would go on.

Instead, I sent her another email apologizing that I mixed up two numbers in the email address and sent her the email in error. She should just delete it.

Thinking that that was now behind me. I resent the story to “S” and tried to forget about my stupid mistake.

I could only be so lucky. A few days later, I received the following email back….from my daughter….

G,

I thought that your story was quite stimulating. However, I think it could be improved. Can I take a shot?

S

I poured myself a shot of vodka. I thought, “What do I do now?” It took me a day, but I finally replied. It sounded lame but sent it anyway.

S,

Thanks, but I think I am OK.

G

I was hoping that that was that, but then four days later I received:

G,

I hope you don’t mind, but I took a stab at it. Let me know what you think.

S

I decided that sending her the second email was my big mistake and I should just ignore her email and this whole thing will just go away. I really hope that she doesn’t know that she is exchanging emails with me. Besides, my daughter, yıldızeli escort her husband, and two kids were coming to visit me in two weeks.

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A week later, she hadn’t sent any follow-up emails, so I figured that I was good now. My author group reviewed the story and recommended some corrections. I didn’t want to spend any more time on the story, but a bet was a bet and they wanted to drag this out as long as possible.

I reviewed their recommendations. This was going to require a rewrite.

I’m not sure why I did it, but I decided to see if Susan’s changes might get me out of doing the rewrite, so I pulled it out of my email trash and gave it a read. Susan has an English degree, so I figured she would bring the basic storytelling up a level, but her version was not just better written, but way more explicit than the one that I wrote. I got such a hard-on but then was disgusted at myself for having such thoughts around a father-daughter incest story that was written by my daughter.

After my initial disgust in myself, I realized that Susan had transformed the characters. The description of the characters was now more like myself and Susan.

I needed to put this aside and forget about it. She and her family would be here in three days to visit for the weekend.

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They arrived. Due to 2 days of serious drinking, I managed to put a hangover separation between the story and Susan’s visit.

The weekend was going really well. I had a great time playing with my grandkids. I took them to the park on Saturday yozgat escort afternoon and had a great time pushing them on the swings.

I was exhausted when I got home and kind of fell into a chair in the kitchen. Susan was making dinner, and when she bent over to pull a pot out of the oven, I kind of got transfixed on her ass. It looked so much like her mothers did before she passed 10 years earlier.

The story flooded back into my mind, and I groaned and leaned onto the table, placing my face in my hands.

Susan must have heard my groan as she turned around and saw the state that I was in. “Dad, are you OK?”

I took a deep breath and said, “I think so, I must just be more tired than I thought.” And gave her a slight smile to try and assure her.

“Why don’t you go and lie down? Dinner won’t be ready for another 30 minutes.”

I nodded in agreement and headed to the living room to lie on the couch. Susan’s husband was in my office putting a puzzle together with the grandkids on my desk.

I felt better after dinner and the rest of the weekend went well.

I had mixed emotions on Sunday when they left. On one hand, I was sad to see them go, but on the other hand, I was looking forward to the separation to get my head back in the right space.

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Two weeks later, I had posted the story and satisfied the bet I had with the other authors. This was finally behind me. Or so I thought.

Three days after it was posted, I got another email from Susan:

G,

I see you posted my version of the story. I am glad you liked it.

Susan XOX

I just stared at it. Instead of signing it “S”, as with all the other emails about this story, she signed it the same way she signed the regular emails to my real email account. Did she know it was me, or like my original mistake with the email address, did she mistakenly put on the wrong email signature?

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The steam washed across the mirror like an old friend. Her toes wiggled on the bathmat as she stepped out of the hot shower. A long day washed down the sink along with all her cares in the world. Reaching for the towel on the wall she worked through the day in her head. She patted dry all over her luscious curves and her phat ass. She grabbed another towel off the vanity and wrapped around her locks and placed it strategically on the top of her head.

She tossed the body towel into the laundry hamper and walked to her bedroom. All the windows were closed so walking around the house naked wasn’t new to her. She sat on the bed and grabbed her lotion to make all the freshly shaved parts nice and silky smooth. Another part of her nightly routine she always tried to accomplish.

She turned down her sheets and lit some candles in the bedroom. The romance book she ordered came in last week and it had been screaming for her attention. Her body was needing a release and some attention and sometimes a girl must do what she must do. She was hoping that the new read would be able to help her get the release she was needing.

She padded off to the kitchen, reaching into the fridge and poured herself a glass of wine. As she turned around to head back to the bedroom, she glanced a shadow pass by the light. She shook it off like it was nothing. She swore she was seeing things and slapped the light off in the kitchen. The front area of the apartment was dark, and she glided into her bedroom gently and closed her bedroom door. It was a habit she always had, and it made her feel safe. A fleeting thought crossed her mind and she went back to the front to double check the lock on the front door. The sliver piece of metal was in the open position, but she could have sworn she locked it when she walked in the door.

Maybe she is imagining things. She flicked it to the off position and trotted back to her bedroom. The candles painted her silhouette on the wall. As she crawled into bed a sudden force pushed her face down and pinned her to the bed. His voice was deep as he growled in her ear. “I don’t want to hear a peep come out of that pretty little mouth of yours!” Her left arm was pinned behind her and she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to make any sudden movements and was always told to comply with someone who was going to rob you. “You are going to do everything I say, and if you cause me any problems there will be hell to pay.” He pulled her right arm behind her and placed it near her left. His strength caught her off guard. She whimpered a bit as he was getting her into position. He snatched her by her hair and pulled her up to look eye to eye. He had on a black skull mask so his face couldn’t be seen. The eye holes were cut out and she could stare deeply into his eyes. The brightness of his blue eyes was electrifying. A detail yenimahalle escort that she filed away in her brain for a police report later.

He brought her hands around to her front and secured them with handcuffs. The metal was cold on her wrist and a bit of a shock. He then produced a silk scarf out of a black bag he was carrying and placed it around her mouth as a gag. She tried to protest, yet she forgot that his hand still had a chunk of hair. He pulled hard and she immediately dropped to her knees with the force. “I warned you that this is going to end bad for you if cooperation is not in your vocabulary tonight. Do you understand what I am saying to you?” She nodded at him slowly. She fought back a tear as she didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing that he had hurt her in anyway.

He placed the scarf in her mouth, and she complied this time. A small sound was made as he pulled her to her feet. He pushed her down on the bed and positioned her at the headboard. He grabbed the middle of handcuffs and anchored them on the metal headboard above her head. He then scooted back into the middle of the king-sized bed and she noticed that he seemed to be admiring his work. At work she was used to being stared at. Sometimes she even wore revealing clothing to show off her ample assets and tease the boys. This though was something completely different. She felt dirty and she knew what was about to happen. She was nothing but a naked feast to this intruder. A pair of tits and ass that is about to get used for some pervert’s pleasure.

He tilted his head and looked at her beauty. Her chest was heaving from the adrenaline making her big eraser tip nipples jiggle slightly. He breathed in her body wash and lotion. The smell of coconut filled his nasal passages and drove him wild. He shifted his weight and got off the bed He walked around to the side closest to the bathroom and began to strip.

She watched his every movement making sure she took in every inch of his body as he undressed. She looked for markings on his body. As he undressed, she hit the jackpot when his tattoos were exposed. She made mental notes as the moment came closer. She drew in her nostrils and tried to catch a scent of him, but it came back empty.

He finished undressing and crawled up on the foot of the bed into a kneeling posture. She watched him intently and then found herself admiring his body. What was she doing? The worst thing that could ever happen to her and she is looking him up and down like a piece of meat. The skull mask was still on his face, but he was completely naked other than that. He had an amazing broad chest and muscular arms. His legs were also extremely muscular as well with a football build. She pushed the thought out of her head. God, she hadn’t been laid in such a yeşilköy escort long time that her mind was not in the right place for this.

Her thoughts escaped her as she felt his middle finger caress her left breast. She arched her back in part repulsion and in part of,damn that felt good. She closed her eyes and murmured a little bit but nothing audible came out. She glared at him, waiting to see what else was going to happen. His finger traced down her soft belly and came to rest directly above her freshly shaven pussy. She felt eyes on her as he stopped. Maybe he is wanting some kind of reaction. She let a little bit of a moan escape her covered mouth.

“That’s my girl.” Came out from behind the mask. She finally realized what this was. She was going to have to play the part in hopes of not getting hurt. His finger began to inch its way down. It found its way to be knuckle deep inside her pussy. Her gasp filled the air. He was knuckle deep inside of her and fingering her slowly. Again, her back had a mind of its own as she arched it yet again. The wave of pleasure she was feeling was unimaginable. He seemed to be hitting all the right spots. She closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure she was getting and not on the fact of how it was happening.

A big wave of pleasure came over her as she realized that he had pushed two fingers inside of her. She could feel the intensity of the coming orgasm rising in her body. Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She had to let it go. With a final thrust of his finger she looked at him just milliseconds before her warm orgasm escaped into the room. The scarf around her mouth couldn’t withhold all of the scream of pleasure she let out. Her body arched and came so hard.

After what seemed like the longest orgasmic blackout in history,she looked at him at the edge of the bed. He had been watching intently and had his erect cock in his hand. He was stroking it with her lubrication from her pussy. She was highly turned on and yet couldn’t say a damn word about it. She looked at his covered face and then realized he had taken the skull mask off. His eyes and head were covered though with a bandana. He grinned at her and she noticed his beautiful smile. “What the fuck are you doing?” she thought to herself. He then grabbed her thighs and spread her wide. He grinned at her as he pushed his tongue deep into her sopping wet cunt. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the pleasure washed over her. His tongues caressed, swallowed and flicked her pussy and clit for over 30 minutes. By the time he was finished she has soaked the bed. She lost count of the orgasms that she had accomplished over the past 45 minutes.

He inched up next to her head and she looked up at him with her bedroom eyes. It was shocking to her yeşilyurt escort how much she wanted to fuck him or at least be used by him even more. His erection was massive and hard, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. He wiped the sweat off her forehead and then positioned himself in between her thighs again. This time he grabbed them and kissed them and pinned them to the bed hard. His strength yet again being shown in full force.

Her thighs were pinned, and she watched him intently as he slid his hard member deep inside her. She moaned as loud as she possibly could with the barrier in her mouth. His cock felt amazing to her. He slow began to pump her repeatedly. After a few minutes he began to pick up the pace. The faster he got the rougher he got with her. He lifted one of her thighs and popped her hard on the ass. The sweet sting sent shock waves through her body.

He let one of her thighs go and grabbed her hair with a quick movement. Her head jerked up and she was looking at him more closely. “Don’t scream.” He whispered to her. He loosened the scarf around her mouth and replaced it with his tongue.

The kiss was electric. The tingles sent down her spine and made her shiver. The pure euphoria sent her body into overdrive. She released a wet squirting orgasm onto his hard cock. He slipped out but then immediately pushed deep back into her shoving it in up to the hilt. She tried to let out an earth-shattering scream, but his hand replaced the scarf. Her scream was dampened by the flesh covering her mouth. His hand then slid around her throat and tightened around it. She didn’t feel in fear with this, which was weird.

He thrusts kept coming over and over until finally with one last quick thrust, his orgasm broke the silence. She could feel his cock pulsating deep inside her, emptying his load deep inside her wet cunt. His breathing was heavy but began to slow as time passed.

The scarf around her mouth had been loosened enough to where she could relax a bit. He looked at her with those piercing eyes and smiled at her again.

Her heart leapt and she smiled back at him. He took off the scarf and undid the handcuffs from the headboard. The fished the key out if his pants and unlocked them. She rubbed her wrists and crawled off the bed. She walked up to him and shoved her tongue down his throat. Her left foot popped into the air. His right hand caressed her cheek and slid up to her hair and grabbed a fist full of it.

He spun her around and bent her over the bed. The night air was made alive with the hard smack of her right ass cheek. She squealed and whimpered a bit.

“Baby it is time for bed.” He said to her firmly. “Yes sir.” She responded. “Daddy may I ask a question?” “Of course, my love.”

“Daddy was I a good girl?”

“Yes baby, you were a very good girl. Daddy loves you very much!” She hugged him deeply and kissed him again. He pulled the comforter and sheets bad and patted the bed for her. She slid in and he pushed his things off to the side. He slid in next to her and she laid her head on his chest. They fell asleep knowing that the next day would be another amazing day in their life and in love.

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Thanks to Killerarmyguy for the edits

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Chapter One

Aron Carter, aka Void, was playing Talon while his hunt for the Collector continued; he wanted to keep his daughter from the past safe from his attention. He felt so exposed as he stood on the ledge of a building as he helped Jill suss out a crime that caught her attention that the rest overlooked. Peering over as her suit’s camouflage deactivated as Jill came to stand beside him.

“They’re in there,” Jill stated. A deep shade of black raced across its surface as her fingers moved across the control panel embedded into the wrist of her gloves.

“So,” waving his hand towards the building, “how do you want to handle this?” Aron asked, not that he didn’t know she could handle herself. That didn’t mean he didn’t worry about her safety; he was her father; after all, he just wasn’t the same man from a different timeline.

“Stealth,” Jill, aka Moonlight, said firmly. “Like we used to do,” she whispered low, her hand sliding into his, glad that he came along with her on this. It reminded her so much of how her father was when she became his sidekick.

“After you?” Aron suggested with a wave of his hand. His eyes moved along her gait as Jill backed up before turning into a run and firing off the rockets in her boots that were fueled by the radiation she absorbed. Then he, too, heard the light howl of the wind in his ears as he, too, took to the air.

“You know, Talon you remind me of someone I used to know,” Jill teased with a smirk as she clocked out her hip as she watched how he rose to his feet from his roll to muffle his landing.

“Oh? You’ll have to tell me about it sometime,” Aron said, playing along with the ruse that they didn’t know each other in case someone was listening.

“Mmmhmm,” Jill hummed low as she led him toward the stairwell. Looking down when he took hold of her wrist, pondering why Arron was staring at his hand. Unbeknownst to her, Aron’s eyes moved down the screen in his mask as Veil displayed the chemical markers left behind by the men.

“I thought they were nothing but smugglers,” Aron whispered, bringing Jill down to a squat.

“Yeah, why I chose this group, compared to the other foes we’ve faced together, this will be a cakewalk.”

“Don’t get overconfident,” Aron whispered, “well, then I guess these smugglers have good connections,” he warned as he and Veil noticed the traces of particles that only came from high-grade energy weapons. No normal smuggler could afford such weapons. “We need to look for a port, so she,” referring to Veil, “can jack into their network. See if we can’t find the name of this supplier.”

Tapping lightly on his shoulder as they crept down the hall, pointing to the room to the right of them only reading one heat signature within. Jill struck out in a flash as the man was slow to respond to her, smiling at her father as he gently laid the man on the floor.

“How long will this take?” Jill whispered, standing guard over him. Not that he needed guarding; he was invulnerable and the world’s strongest man.

“Not long, not a network around that can keep Veil out,” Aron stated, wondering how Veil was taking the praise back at their base. “Sit that guy up so we can question him, then see if anyone is coming. If there is, you know what to do,” he directed, seeing her nod in response.

Scanning around in the dark corridor, looking for any body heat near them then scanning where her targets were at. Returning back to his side once she knew where they were within the building, noticing the scowl on Aron’s lips. “Is something the matter, Talon?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

“Yeah, just waiting to hear back from Sara about an image Veil found on their network. He filled in the blanks for me when he came to,” he said, his hand shook as he pointed his thumb in the man’s direction.

“And what did he say?” Jill inquired, keeping her eagerness in check when it sounded like their case was going to be extended.

“Oh, just another crumb to follow when my new suit is finished,” Aron answered vaguely.

“But we are seeing this through to the end, aren’t we?”

“We are, but we might need to include my team if it appears to be who I think it is,” Aron said seriously.

“Only when or if it’s necessary, okay?” Jill spoke in a pouty, playful voice.

“Hey, this is your case,” Aron stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Thank you for coming out tonight with me; it really means a lot to me,” Jill said sweetly as the signs of her fight with the smugglers marred her form. “It felt so much like it always did when we would go out.”

“Happy to help, gave me time to let my mind just work on a problem in the back of my head,” Aron said affectionately.

“When he’s gone, you’re going back to being Void, aren’t you?” Jill asked in a wifely tone as her chin rested on his shoulder. She knew he never really fit into the hero life; her thumb brushed affectionately along his bicep as she yalova escort realized they weren’t all that different from one another.

“Feel so naked in this thing,” Aron spoke, looking down at his body.

“Then we should get you home so no one catches a glimpse of this sexy body of yours,” Jill purred, her hand roamed alluringly along Aron’s defined chest.

******

“You sure this hunk of frost is going to be a match for him?” Banshee spoke in a condescending tone as she gestured at the contraption that held the cyborg Red Scare, whose remains were cybernetically enhanced when they brought his body on-line after the fight with the original Void.

“No, but we do need to test him, to probe for a weakness for when he arrives,” the Collector stated, his android eyes running over the frozen capsule in front of him. “He has already demonstrated how far he goes,” waving towards the screen; while he didn’t have a stake in that war, he did keep an eye on it, “as you see, some of the moves are identical,” he said, bringing up the last fight they had where his organic body was killed by Void.

“I know he’s an android like me. He’ll be a good distraction to see if we can break into his software,” he said

with an evil grin.

“And then?”

“We finish what we started in ’34, that has never changed. With Void’s android, there won’t be anyone that can defy me,” the Collector boasted about future predictions.

“Why not break out that team he sent way? Surely they’re better than this piece of junk…” Arching an eyebrow when, Red Scare opened his right eye and glared at her. “He is powered down, right?”

“Yes, but the way they shackled his power when they brought him back isn’t conducive to my needs. So, I will build you a new organic body, you’ll do me this one thing, and if you kill this new Void, you’ll get your freedom; what ya say, Aleksandr Petrov? Excellent,” he grinned like a fool at his blink, “it will take a few weeks to clone you a body and transfer your brain pattern to it, so you return to your slumber.”

“You are going to make sure we can control him, right?” Banshee asked, following him into his lab, a lab, unlike the one she woke up over 90 years ago.

“Yes, Adali, I already have something in mind. Now come, we best return and get started.”

******

Aron stood looking at the blueprint and the man that was holding it in his two hands as the man detailed what his main headquarters would look like as the sounds of the machinery played around him. Speaking some departing words to the man as his cell phone rang. Waving to the man when he brought his cell phone to his ear.

“Aron?” Aminah’s voice played in his ear as he stood off and out of the way on the site. He had no wish to impede the workers that were pouring the concrete walls of his second factory where the electronics his company would be making while his other factory handled making the fabric of his ballistic armor.

“Hey,” Aron hummed.

“Hey,” Aminah replied, cooing in his ear.

“What do you need, Aminah?”

“Just reminding you that we have that meeting with the ten hopefuls for the four slots we’re looking to hire to handle the day-to-day maintenance on their base.”

“Then I’m glad you called; kind of got caught up here with making sure everything is moving along as planned,” Aron said, looking over at Jill, who was shadowing him for the day since his mother was going to be in meetings all day and wouldn’t need her given how he was running his factory at half compacity while the final construction on it to bring it up to date. Since word reached the ears of those, who had already put in orders for when they did finally open up shop. Those they had hired to run the looms were working very hard, pleased to be back to work. Watching Jill walking around their SUV that Aminah had built to climb into the driver’s seat. He would admit Jill’s driving scared the living hell out of him.

“Good, I best be seeing you soon, honey.”

“We’re just leaving,” Aron said as Jill started up the vehicle.

******

“Everyone,” Aminah spoke, getting the ten who they had chosen to advance to that stage of the hiring process. They had advertised for the position in Fides instead of Metaville, given the distance between the two cities. While they had gotten hundreds of applications, these were the only ten that The Sovereign Crusaders had signed off on. “I would like for you all to meet the owner of Mist Manufacturing,” she said, gesturing over to Aron, who stood off to her left. “As you all know, you ten have been picked by the group The Sovereign Crusaders, given that is who we will be working for, this part of the hiring process. We will be testing each and every one of you to ensure that you have the skills we are looking for,” Aminah stated, smiling at Jill, who began to hand out the booklet’s she and Aron had made just for them. “No electronics unless we supply them yalvaç escort to you is to be used on these tests. This is to see if you can adapt and think with your own mind rather than relying on a calculator. If you can’t, then it was pleasant meeting you, but I will have to ask you to leave this building.”

Aron watched as three people rose from their seats and grumbled as they walked out of his office and his building. He wondered which one of them was going to past his and Aminah’s test they had devised to see who would be a good fit for the job. He noted the eyes that glanced over to him as he walked around the room as he, too studied them. However, one of the applicants caught his interest as he noted a rather peculiar device the young woman had sticking out of one of the pockets of the bag she had with her.

“In a few minutes, I will hand out the test; this is important; it’s not necessary for you to answer every question. I can’t stress that enough. This test is not to see if your answers are correct, yet that is important; nevertheless, this is to see if you have the intelligence to understand what we are asking of you,” Aminah said with a stack of papers in her arms as she stood at the front of the room. Trying to keep her body from reacting to the gaze Aron was giving her. Recounting the conversation she and Aron had a few weeks ago after he showed up in a new suit. To say he wasn’t happy that she would put herself in danger just to get a few years back was an understatement. Nonetheless, eventually, Aminah knew Aron would see it her way, showing how her new youthful body was like in their bed didn’t hurt either. He didn’t say a word when the rest of her siblings wanted to under go the infusion as she had done. Aron just walked off, shaking his head. “So what do you think of them?” she whispered into Aron’s left ear as she stood beside him.

“I have a feeling she’s going to be one of them,” Aron responded, pointing at the woman.

“Oh? I was wondering if you picked that up, too,” Aminah said, keeping her smile from showing. “She did seem to have the intelligence.”

“Look at her tech that will tell you all you need to know,” Aron replied, pointing at the device.

“Hmm… true, but nowhere near the level of your tech,” Aminah said heatedly as her fetish kicked in.

“Yeah, who could ever match Veil (Virtual Empathetic Intelligent Lifeform),” Aron answered with a warm smile as she thought about her. Wondering how she was faring with the kids, reminding himself to call her after they were done.

“True, but I was talking about your more recent inventions,” Aminah said, fighting herself not to purposely drag her breasts up and down his arm in her horniness.

“Oh? Do go on,” Aron mused, peering over at her with a coy grin on his lips, knowing she wouldn’t act on what she was feeling in public.

“Later,” Aminah said, patting Aron’s left arm before giving it a nudge with her elbow and jutting her chin at the woman they both had their eye on when it seemed to them she had finished and was just pretending to still be working on her test so the others wouldn’t feel so bad about being slower than she was. Biting her lip as she felt his hand moving along her ass before he moved off.

“Come with me,” Aron said, standing at the woman’s right side, clearly taking her by surprise given the startlement on her face. He could see the fear in her eyes as he gathered up her test booklet and her answer sheet so he could go over the woman’s answers as he talked to her privately. “The rest of you, you still have forty minutes left before the test is over. I would advise you to return to your task and not eyeing me,” he stated, turning on his heel and gesturing for the woman to follow him. Seeing Aminah nodding when he told her he would fill her in on what they had discussed afterward. “So…” Looking at the woman’s name on her answer sheet, “Emily, what made you decide to apply for the position?”

“The money.”

Aron couldn’t be surprised by the woman’s answer. It was honest, after all. “I get that, but you have to have some experience in what the job describes,” Aron inferred.

“Yeah, I do; where are we going?” Emily asked, confused as to why he wasn’t walking her towards the door.

“To the office, so we can talk privately,” Aron said, pointing up to the windows where he saw his mother standing sipping her coffee, looking out onto the floor on one of her little breaks she occasionally got finished from whichever meeting she was in at the time. Seeing the bashful wave, she gave him in response to his own.

“Umm… sir… is there something I did wrong?” Emily inquired, hoping she hadn’t blown it. She needed the work, and she knew she wasn’t ever going to be offered that kind of money ever again, so she knew she had to take the leap and see if she could put her years of tinkering away in her dark room throughout her teenage years would finally pay off.

“No,” Aron replied, peering yenibosna escort over his right shoulder. “What made you think that?”

“Well, you pulled me out of the test before I even finished with my own test,” Emily said, trying to hide the fact that she had already finished it prior to Aron pulling her out of the room. She knew from the questions that were asked you either had to be a genius or someone who had been in the field to answer the questions that were in the booklet they had given her. Yet she just didn’t think after the first question, it would get progressively harder as the test went on.

“Did I?” Aron mused; his innuendo hung in the air.

“Mr. Carter, are you inferring something?”

“No. I don’t think I am,” Aron said, keeping his smile from his face at the wit the woman had on her. “I’m simply curious as to why you think you could fool us into thinking you were still working on your test when you already completed it in twenty minutes,” he stated, letting the cat out of the bag as he led her up the stairs towards his office. “You would have to be far smatter than I am to get that past me, Ms. Gibs.”

“Are you sure you saw what you saw?” Emily asked, trying not to let her intelligence show. She knew most men didn’t like the fact a woman might be smarter than they were.

“Oh, I’m very sure, Ms. Gibs,” Aron muttered as he neared the top of the stairs.

“A… Mr. Carter, who’s this?” Vera asked, quickly correcting herself to keep everyone from knowing they were mother and son so that when or if she was caught making out with him, no one would make a fuss about it.

“Oh… just someone who might join our company,” Aron mused, ” that is if she can pass one more test of mine,” he spoke, noting the slightly startled look on her face. “Please, have a seat,” he gestured to the middle seat along the table they used for their board meeting, reaching into his jacket and pulling out an interactive 3D display he had built just for this purpose. “While I go over your answers, see if you can solve this,” Aron directed, tapping on the screen, and an image of a highly advance puzzle began to spin as it was projected six inches off the screen.

“Oh, wow!” Emily gasped, squatting down so her eyes were at the table’s level just to see how the image was created. “How is it powered?!” she asked excitedly.

“Sorry, that’s proprietary knowledge,” Aron answered with a coy smile on his lips.

“Bummer,” Emily huffed. “So… I have to solve this?”

“Yes,” Aron replied, opening up her booklet and went over her answers.

“How long do you plan on letting her take her time?” Vera whispered to her son as she leaned into him.

“Oh, the normal time to solve it is an hour… for most people.”

“But how long would it take you or my sister to solve it?” Vera inquired; her green eyes studied her son as his own was watching the woman before him as they stood there going on twenty minutes.

“Fifteen,” Aron answered truthfully. “But anything faster than an hour, given the mental skill involved in solving it, is a feat no matter how fast you complete it.”

“That with or without Veil?” Vera teased, noting her son’s arched eyebrow.

“Me, of course, I am a genius, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, don’t I know it,” Vera mused, lightly bumping her hip into his, peering behind her when Jill tapped her on her shoulder. Sighing in her mind when she had to go have another chat with the Mayor of Fides. She would have thought that after the four calls earlier during the week would have been enough for the man. “Remember you have to be in Fides tomorrow…”

“I know, I was already planning on going,” Aron muttered low with a wave towards Emily. “Thought I’d be nice and take them all back home…”

“Liar,” a warm feeling swelled in her chest at the genuine smile on her son’s lips, “you’re going to their base the first thing that morning,” Vera said, calling him out.

“True, let me know when I need to meet this Mayor tomorrow. I’ll see if I can fit it in during the maintenance of their base,” Aron said, watching how Emily’s finger lightly nudged the rings with a tap. That was when he saw her mind finally clicking into gear; after that, it was only a matter of minutes before the puzzle flashed green and shut off altogether.

“Let me know how the rest go,” Vera uttered before closing her office door.

“Hello, dreamboat,” Jill whispered as she stepped up to her father’s side.

“Hiya, doll,” Aron greeted, using the vernacular she was used to. “How’s your day been?”

“Good, better now,” Jill answered, her index finger traced along the edge of his finger before Aron stepped towards the table.

“Impressive, Ms. Gibs; let’s be honest with one another. I know you know, I know you’re hiding your intelligence from everyone. We both know you answered correctly on all the questions, and solved a puzzle only someone with a level four intellect or higher on the Wechsler Scale. So I would like to offer you the position you’re here for.”

“Done, so when do I start?” Emily asked, hoping she could make enough to pay the bills that were about to come in in a few weeks. She didn’t think they would give her another extension. Plus, she had to repay her parents for the flight to Metaville.

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This is a semi-true story. The acts committed took place as role play with a woman that was old enough to be my mother. Unfortunately, I have not made my mother suck my cock yet. But I am working on it. Until then, enjoy my first story and I hope to have more soon … maybe even the TRUE story of my mother and I.

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My mother and I live in a small, one bathroom New York apartment, so it wasn’t unusual for one of us to see a little more than we intended. But even at age 23, I never thought anything of it. I’d seen her incredible breasts on multiple occasions. And she’d seen me muscular chest an abs quite often.

Now, don’t get me wrong. My mother was an incredible looking MILF. Just 43 years of age, blonde hair, hazel eyes and the perfect curves with an ass you could really grab on to. But she was just mom to me … nothing more.

That all changed in August and her 44th birthday.

The day started out just like any other. Mom made breakfast, I grabbed lunch while at work and in the evening, I made her a birthday dinner of marinated skirt steak with roasted root vegetables and a Fresno chili chimichurri. I also made her favorite chocolate mousse with fresh red raspberries for dessert. Afterwards, we watched a little television and a few hours later I kissed her in the forehead, said good night and went to bed.

I am not sure how long after I fell asleep it was, but I woke to go to the bathroom. As I passed my mother’s room, I saw something that would change me forever … my mother on the bed, arched back in the throws of an orgasm as she masterbated with what I thought to be a very small vibrator. I couldn’t look away and my own cock grew to it’s full 11 inches as I saw the most beautiful pussy in the world.

I knew I had to have her, but how.

The next morning as my mom made breakfast I began to make my move. Standing at the stove with her back to me, I went up behind her and kissed her neck. She stiffened up so I knew I found a good spot. I bid her good morning and, before I went to sit, made sure I rubbed my semi-hard cock against the ass I was soon going to own. She let out a large sigh with a partial moan and I smiled as step one had been accomplished.

Step two came on day two. This time I waited until I got home from work. I went upstairs to take a shower before I started work on dinner. Afterwards, I put on a T-shirt, boxer-briefs and pajama bottoms. Before I went down stairs, I stroked my cock to make sure it was slightly erect. Then I let the tip stick out from my pajamas and under my shirt, but it still made enough of a bulge for anyone to see.

I then went and made mom and I grilled chicken salad with a fresh raspberry vinagrette. I took both bowls to the table with my bulging cock clearly visible. I sat my mom’s salad down and then went to the other side of the table to eat mine. I noticed her mouth agape the whole time. When I asked if something was wrong, she snapped out of it, gulped and said, “um … no … no … nothing is wrong at all!”

I flashed her a knowing smirk and ate my dinner.

Not much of anything happened afterwards, but I soon found out my plan was working. That night, I heard some muffled noises coming from my mom’s room. I quietly made my way down the hall and listened intently to see what was going on. I could hear the buzz of her vibrator, but what really caught my ear was what she was saying.

“Oh, baby … please be gentle with your mother,” she said. “I’ve never seen a cock like yours let alone had one touch me. That’s it … right there … oh, God … I’m coming baby. Fuck me, fuck me …”

I’m assuming she went overboard from there and buried her face in her pillow because all I could hear seemed to be muffled screams of ecstasy.

In my head, I told her, “it’ll all be over soon. Tomorrow, whether you want it or not, you are going to submit to me. And this bull is going to fuck you senseless”

The next day was Saturday, so we both had the day off. I started at breakfast. As Mom stood at the stove, I approached from behind, said good morning, rubbed her shoulders and kissed her yahşihan escort neck. She again stiffened up, so a sucked on her neck a bit before going to sit down. This time the moan was even more audible.

After breakfast, we had some chores to do. We both finished around noon and Mom asked what I wanted for lunch.

“I’m not all that hungry,” I said. “But did you have anything in mind?”

“Not really,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind just sitting down and relaxing.”

I then told her to go ahead, as I was going to put the dishes in the dishwasher and then I’d join her. She thanked me and went to kiss my cheek, but I turned and met her lips-to-lips. I made sure she couldn’t pull away immediately, but I didn’t go too far either.

After I started the dishes, I started thinking about hearing my mom the night before. Needless to say, my cock was getting harder and harder with every remembered moment.

I then went into the living room and saw my mom sitting on the couch. I went behind her and started rubbing her shoulders again.

“Oh, baby, that feels wonderful,” she said.

I didn’t reply immediately, just stood over her, looking down upon my conquest to be.

Several minutes later, she said, “oh, baby, you have done enough. Come sit down and relax yourself.”

I said, “I’ll relax soon, but first there is something I need to do.”

With that said, I grabbed her by the hair, tilted her head back and put my lips to hers. I also slipped the other hand down her shirt and began fondling her breast.

She managed to push away.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she asked. “I’m your mother, for Christ’s sake.”

“You are my mother,” I said. “But that changes right now. I want to fill the most fantastic pussy on the planet with my cock and my seed. And don’t pretend you don’t want it. You’re like every other strong woman I’ve ever met. When the right cock comes along, you have no problem being the whore you were meant to be.”

My mother turned red and tried to slap me across the face. I was quicker and stronger. I easily caught her hand and pulled her into my arms.

“Let me go, you animal,” she said.

“Not just any animal,” I responded. “I am a bull and you are going to be my breeding whore.”

I then put my lips on hers and began to kiss her. She tried to fight me off, but I don’t think it had the affect she was hoping for. It just made me harder and more focused on showing my dominance.

I pulled her tighter to me and parted my lips as I tried to push my tongue into her mouth. As I did, I could feel my now fully hard cock poking my mother. I know she felt it and I know she wanted it.

I pulled away long enough for us to catch our breath and I saw it in her eyes. They were telling me to take her even as she yelled at me to let her go.

“I’m never letting you go, mother,” I responded. “You are getting rid of that tiny little vibrator of yours and you are going to be my whore from this day forward.”

“No, that is incest,” she said. “It is illegal and disgusting.”

“We’ll see about that,” I said. I then ripped her shirt off.

“Stop this,” she said.

I grabbed her hand, placed it on my crotch and said, “you know damn well you crave the cock of a real man. In fact, you can smell your pussy getting wet just as I can.”

I roughly grabbed a breast and again put my lips to hers. She fought for a few minutes more but finally, she opened her mouth so we could explore each other with our tongues.

As we kissed, I undid her braw with one hand and removed it. Soon after I undid her pants and dropped them to her ankles. I then put my hand in her underpants and began to rub what was the wettest pussy I’ve ever had the privilege to touch.

I worked her labia for a bit, and slip a finger in her soon to be stretched out pussy. God, she was so tight.

I broke our kiss, looked her in the eyes and told her, “get up to your room and finish taking your clothes off. I will grab the clothes that are scattered on the floor and put them in the laundry room. I will then be up to take what’s mine.”

She looked at me yakacık escort with her ‘fuck me’ eyes and scampered off in anticipation. I picked the clothes up off the floor, put them in the laundry room and followed.

As I entered the master bedroom, there she was. The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Once just my mom, soon to be the whore I empty my balls in two or three times a day.

I walked over to the bed, removing my shirt along the way. When I got to the bed, she reached up and ran her fingers along my six pack, licking her lips just like any other whore in heat.

She glanced at me, closed her eyes because there was still guilt in her mind. But it did not stop her from reaching lower and undoing my pants.

I took the pants off and crawled in-between her thighs. I started at her breasts. I grabbed one and sucked her fully erect nipple into my mouth. I then grabbed her other nipple in my other hand and began pinching and twisting it. She let out moans of ecstasy mixed with groans of pain. She didn’t try to pull away, knowing full well her fate was sealed. Instead, she grabbed my head and pulled me harder to her chest.

I worked on her nipples for at least 10 minutes before I felt the first wave hit her. Her body stiffened, she pulled my head tighter to her breast and screamed, “FUCK!” She started to shimmer as juices flowed from her pussy.

When she settled down, I ran my tongue down her body, down her thigh, down to her ankle. I switched legs, and moved up to the knee, over the thigh and to the hip before sticking my tongue in that incredible wet pussy. I ate my new whore over and over again. She had orgasm after orgasm. And I swallowed every drop of sweet nectar spilling from her flower that I could.

When I was done, she could just lay there in ecstasy and exhaustion.

But she had much more work to do.

I removed my boxer briefs and turned her on the bed so her head was hanging off the side. I walked up to her, placed my hands around her neck, and told her to open wide. She did as she was told and I placed the tip of my cock on her lips.

“You’ve never been with a bull before,” I said. “First I am going to own your mouth.”

I then slid all 11 inches past her teeth, over her tongue and down her throat. Her eyes shot open when she realized just how fucking big the cock in her mouth was. She started to gag at first, but as I slowly worked my cock down her throat, she adjusted. It wasn’t long before she had her hands on my hip and I was fucking her face like she was a sex doll.

And what a face fuck it was. Aiming to please, she let we pump my cock down her throat for 1/2 an hour. She even used her tongue and teeth in ways I didn’t know possible. Finally I threw my head back and pumped her belly full with a pint of my seed. The pleasure was so intense and orgasm so explosive I nearly choked my mother and cum bubbled out her nose.

Once I came down a bit, I apologized for being overly aggressive. Mom just smiled as her eyes rolled back in her head. Apparently she can cum while a real man fills her throat with cock and seed.

That just made me hard all over again.

I used a towel to wipe her face and then moved my mother to the middle of the bed and again crawled up between her thighs. This time I went all up, pinned her right arm down with my left arm, lifted her left leg high above us with my right arm and got a good grip on her left ass cheek.

“Now, I take the hole I came from 23 years ago,” I said.

She opened her mouth as if to object. Her mouth closed and eyes opened wide as she felt her opening stretch as the tip of my cock began to enter. She immediately held on tightly with her free arm and screamed, “OH, FUCK!” and came all over the place.

I slowly slid my length deep inside her, my girth stretching her tight pussy the entire way. It took several long, slow thrusts, but I finally felt the tip of my cock press against her cervix. This sent my new whore over the edge once more. She began thrashing underneath me, screaming, “oh, fuck … I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!”

I didn’t move. I just stayed erzurum escort there, pressing the tip of my cock to her cervix. When her orgasm subsided, I withdrew a bit and slowly went back in until I got to her cervix again, this time pressing a bit harder. I kept the pressure on for a minute or so until I could feel her cervix start to open. I then pulled back a bit and plunged in, past her cervix and into her womb so my balls slammed against her ass.

She let out a scream, but I was now rutting. I began to fuck my mother with deep long strokes, each time I’d end with my cock buried deep in her womb. I took her at medium speed and with purpose.

As I fucked her, I asked, “whose pussy is this now?”

“Oh, fuck … it’s your pussy baby. You own your mother’s pussy baby,” she said.

“Owning your pussy is just the beginning,” I said. “When I am done I will own all of you. You will do everything I tell you. No one will touch you again … just me, your son, your master.”

“Yes baby,” she said as another orgasm tore through her body. “Anything you WANT, ANYTIME YOU WANT, OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!”

I took this as a sign to ruin my mother for anyone else.

I started to piston my cock in her pussy and womb. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

“Milk my cock dry,” I said. “I am going to fill your womb with my seed next.”

“No, not that,” she said. “There’s still a chance I could get pregnant!”

I looked her right in the eyes and said, “that’s just to bad for you. If you get pregnant, you’ll just have to find me a whore to fuck when you can’t perform your duties. And don’t worry, when I’m done with the side whore, I’ll make sure you lick my seed from her pussy!”

That sent her over the edge once more as she dugs her nails into my back and screamed, “OH FUCK, BREED YOUR MOTHER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Her pussy clamped around my cock and that was all I needed. I felt my cock swell, and I’m sure she felt it too. I began shooting stream after stream of seed in what I hoped was my mother’s fertile pussy. She came under me repeatedly saying, “yes, yes, yes.”

I finally felt the last squirt of cum flow from my cock and into my mother’s womb and collapsed on top of her for a few seconds. I made sure to keep my cock impaled in her so no seed could escape. I then got up and told my mother to get on her elbows and knees, sticking her ass as high in the air as possible.

Like a good submissive whore, she brushed off her exhaustion and did exactly as told. Like this, my seed would stay in her womb, and I could tear up hole No. 3 as I made her completely mine.

I got behind her, kneeling on one knee with the other raised for support. I then grabbed her by the hips and moved the tip of my still fully erect cock to her virgin ring. She begged me to be gentle, but I’d been gentle enough already. I slid the tip of cock into her virgin ass. She tensed up and begged again to be gentle. I smiled and rammed all 11 inches home deep in her ass.

My mother let out a scream of pain and pleasure as she now had a third hole filled with more cock than she ever dreamed of. I bent over and held her as she adjusted to the girth that no filled her once virgin ass. As the pain subsided, I started.

Slowly I pulled out and reentered her tight fucking ass. As my mother adjusted with each long slow thrust, I began to pick up speed. It wasn’t long before I was slamming my cock deep in her ass, forcing her through four more earth-shattering orgasms that I know the neighbors had to hear.

Following the final one, she collapsed to the bed and four hard thrusts later, I blew my final load in my mother’s sweet, tight ass. Another pint at least as I seemed to shoot forever. But when I was done, I had no doubt that my mother had done her job and completely emptied my balls.

We fell asleep soon after, my mother’s head on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. The next day I moved into the master bedroom with her, and I’ve fucked her two to three times a day since.

The other day we got the news that she was pregnant with my children. That’s right, twins — a boy and a girl.

Now I just need to figure out who I am going to fuck when my mom is too pregnant to perform. I’m thinking we could seduce and own my best friends mother, but I also like the idea of watching mother suck my seed out of her hot, sexy sisters pussy. Maybe we can do both.

Either way, sounds like another story I am going to have to tell 😉

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