Road Trip

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None of my stories is set in the current times … I really am an old fart and I can’t take those little magic pills. Therefore, there is no possibility of “new” adventures. Of course, writing about past adventures has some real advantages … my memories are always better than the real thing. In other words folks, my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy and written for some not-so-pure enjoyment.

It also helps to remind you that in the mid 60s-early 70s, we were all young, 10 feet tall, and bulletproof. AIDS was yet to appear on the scene and “make love not war” was the theme of the day.

My wife was one of the editors with a major Atlanta publishing firm. Before they started publishing fancy “shelter” magazines, they put out a whole bunch of “trade” magazines…you know, the kind aimed at all types of private industry. The same staff put out about 10 different magazines.

As a free-lance photographer, I did a whole lot of photo assignments for all of them … and some of those made for fun stories that may eventually appear here. However, this story is about THE road trip to Nashville.

Unlike the big publishing companies (like Time-Warner) the staff and editors were more than friends…almost family but more like a little commune. Sometimes several of the publications would be on deadline at the same time so there would be a bunch of them buzzing around right up until the last minute. Naturally, they would hit the streets of Atlanta looking for some food, drink, and blowing off some steam.

If I was in town, I would join the group along with my wife. Sometimes we went out as just a group, sometimes we went out as a group of couples, and only very rarely did anyone go out as individual couples. If I was on the road, neither my wife nor I had a problem about her going out with her friends after work.

We had wrapped up work around 8pm and were all talking about going out for drinks and dinner. I had just finished a story about Nashville for another unrelated assignment so I said … “too bad we don’t have a Tootie’s down here in Atlanta.”

Tootie’s was (and still is) a bar (don’t call this one a pub) in Nashville that was nothing but crowded, jam-packed fun. They had a stage and instruments were always up there. No scheduled acts or headliners. However, when things got rolling and folks were getting right with God, it wasn’t at all unusual for someone to jump up on stage and start playing or singing. Sometimes it was a tipsy patron, sometimes it was a waitress-singer hoping to be discovered (that’s how Gretchen Wilson got her break), and sometimes it was one of the big stars just re-visiting his/her old stomping grounds.

Well, the more I talked, the better it sounded to the troops. By this time, we had all had a “nip” or two of a recreational beverage so it seemed perfectly logical (6-pack logic is drastically different than sober logic) that the next thing out of the mouth of one of the editors was “ROAD TRIP!!!!”

One of our advertisers was there as well and his company had customized luxury Escort bayan passenger vans complete with big comfortable seating with the essentials … a TV/VCR and a bar. He volunteered and the game was on.

By the time we pulled out of Atlanta and headed for Nashville, it was already after 9pm. My wife and I were the only married couple in the van. Wasn’t quite an even split (8 gals and 7guys) and an interesting age range. Most were in their late 20s (I had just turned 30) but one of the senior editors and the advertiser were in their mid-40s. We of were on our way and ready for a good time.

It was a long drive and we kept swapping around so one person didn’t have to drive the whole distance. Of course, we didn’t stop the van to swap drivers and that led to an interesting version of musical chairs. When a guy was driving, it was decided that the next driver would be a gal … other than your partner.

We would slide the driver’s seat as far back as possible, the gal would then plop down in the guy’s lap to receive “instructions” about the controls. Naturally, the gals were putting a very good “wiggle” into the exchange just to see if they could make anything pop up.

This was in the early 70s and, in the publishing world, young gals (and their editors) loved those ultra-short flirty mini-skirts. No thongs back then but tiny bikini panties were very popular.

Well, as you can imagine, when one of those gals wiggled around on you, the skirts “slipped” out of the way and you were getting the equivalent of a 70mph lap dance.

Once you finished giving “instructions” you had to slide out and go to the back of the van. No guy escaped without popping one and you really got jazzed about it as you found a seat. LOTS of bad puns and comments.

The gals didn’t escape either. When it was time for another driver switch, they rose up and the guy slid under them. None of us could resist flipping up the back of the skirt and yelling “Panty check!”

They would then BACK into the seating area with their skirts still flipped up. Some had opaque patterned panties, some had semi-sheer panties, all were fun. One gal lost her balance and fell across the laps of a couple of people with her skirt still up and her panties on full display … a nice resounding spanking was fondly delivered.

Bras were not a part of the publishing uniform in the 70s so there was a LOT of play going on in that area as well.

Some more games were suggested but the winner was “5-minute making out”.

As the only married couple, my wife and I were being left out of that game until my wife grabbed a guy’s ass as he slipped past. Before she knew what happened, she was across the laps with her skirt up around her waist and panties on display … it was “spanky” time for her too … I even gave her a nice little smack that left a hand-shaped red spot.

One of the guys offered “to kiss it and make it better” so the gang decided I should get his gal for the 5-minute game while they were “busy”. The last I saw of my wife for the next few minutes was him sliding her panties down just enough to plant a kiss on the red spot where I had spanked her. I never asked about any of her 5-minute Bayan escort sessions and she’s never asked about mine. Lots of fun … perhaps not so clean and innocent … but fun nevertheless.

I did hear later that her panties wound up around her ankles for at least one of her sessions.

Other than the panty play, no clothing came off because we all had visions of trying to explain that to one of Tennessee’s finest. That was a solid rule … during the 5 minutes you could play by hand or mouth but everyone had to stay dressed.

During a four-hour drive you can swap partners a lot. Everyone had played with everyone several times … lots of touchy-feely stuff. By the time we got to Nashville, there wasn’t a pair of dry panties in the house. They might have been “adjusted” several times but they were all properly in place and makeup had been freshened when we finally parked near Tootie’s.

It was almost 1am by the time we got a table but that’s just when Nashville gets going on a Saturday night. Food, singing, dancing, cutting up, and LOTS of flirting and fanny patting. They didn’t have a table big enough for all 15 of us so we did the musical chairs bit again … this time with real music. Each time the music changed, the gals would wiggle onto a different lap. Panty flashes galore…hands sliding under skirts…cheering, yelling, titty squeezing…a real red neck Saturday night.

Nope, we weren’t the only ones making fools out of ourselves. We even got some of the other guys and gals in Tooties in on our musical chairs game.

One of the younger women was really trying to “connect” with the editor but wasn’t making much progress until she reached over and pulled the cherry out of his whiskey sour. She held it by the stem, tilted her head back and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Then, just as slowly, she pushed it back out again. She must have done that 5 or 6 times before she started going a little faster each time … the other gals started egging her on and the guys were clapping time. She finally let it slide into her mouth and closed it tightly. Brought her head back to normal position and we could see her cheeks working. About a minute or so later she opened wide. The cherry was gone and she had tied a knot in the stem using only her tongue.

Oh Yeah! The whole place went wild over that one…and the editor was sweating like mad…she had been wiggling around on his lap the entire time.

The other women … including my wife … all wanted to know how she did that so for the next 30 minutes or so, it was lesson time followed by some interesting trial runs. My wife wasn’t on my lap but she managed to beat the time of the cute little copy editor who had started it all. When she hopped up to take a little bow, her skirt flipped up and we could all see that her panties were tucked neatly and were sopping wet. The lucky cowboy she had been riding (oops, I mean sitting on) was trying vainly to hide a real tent-maker of a boner. That drew lots of hoots and cheers too.

After her little bow, my wife settled back down on his lap and wiggled around until she was “comfortable” again. Couldn’t see but my guess was that his boner was between her butt cheeks.

We Escort finally decided to head back to Atlanta about 4am. We all had a bit of a buzz on but with all of the crowds and fun, our metabolism rate must have been enough to get rid of a lot of the alcohol. We really weren’t drunk. We hadn’t really drinking that much because we knew we were all supposed to share the driving going back as well.

On the drive back, we still played around but it was at a much slower pace. One of the gals had complained about her legs being cramped so she stretched out across some laps and we started giving her a multi-hand massage. Enough hands and fingers got to the right places so that she had a very quiet little “O”.

ALL of the women wanted and got the same treatment. Blouses were unbuttoned just enough for easy access and panties were pulled down and tossed into the front seat. Everyone got to see and play with everything they could reach. That game continued until every last one of the women had the ultimate stress relief a couple of times … some were quiet little whimpers, some were real wall-bangers.

There were two different seating groups so we decided that each woman had to be massaged by each group and decide which group was best. The gals got in on the massage too and it was most educational watching them touch the target of the moment. Important lessons were learned that have been applied many times over the years. A very valuable experience indeed.

The guys had to stay fully zipped … it was all to be fun and games but that was all. All of us had a problem that the gals didn’t have and we were being teased without mercy. Then the cherry stem gal had what the guys considered to be the best idea of the night. She grabbed the editor and dropped her head into his lap. Proceeded to do an amazing demo of a fully clothed, hands free blowjob. Lesson time once more and a new round of 5-minute make out games. The gals kept swapping around until all of us had TOTAL relief.

It was a very good thing that none of us were going right back out in public because all of the guys had a huge wet spot.

Got back to the company parking lot about 9am, got into our cars and headed home … except for Ms Cherry Stem … she and the editor left together. The editor and Ms. Cherry Stem got married about two months later. Only lasted about six months because she found someone else that had even more money and was equally fascinated with her special “abilities”.

My wife and I barely made it into our house before we decided to redo some of the games but with more interesting rules…full spread and balls to the wall right there on the carpet.

We never had another party that intense and none of the group ever discussed what had happened. Never came up as a discussion point in our house but our sex life definitely picked up and we’ve never gotten bored with each other.

There have been other interesting parties … remember the horniest folks in the world are lawyers, medical people, cheerleaders, students, and anyone in the publishing world … but absolutely nothing like that Nashville trip.

No direct sex but still one of the hottest experiences in my life. Left Atlanta at 9pm arrived back at 9am with no sleep. With all of the fun and games, you could truly say we were “up” all night.

Different times, different places, different “standards”. All more than 30 years ago. Still fun to remember.

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“So here you are, Tim.” Jared Grimm looked at his foster brother with some contempt.

Timothy Grimm grinned, tipping his Coors, and flashing his dark eyes at Jared. Jared had to admit he missed the rapscallion, and here he was settling back onto the luxurious couch in Jared’s suite near Harvard Law School, where Jared was a third year student.

“Great to be here. Is my cycle–?”

Jared nodded patiently. “Yes, I kept it for you in a garage downtown. I didn’t know it would take you so long to be paroled.”

Jared’s cock began throbbing painfully as he watched his brother lean back, moving his hips around in the tight black jeans.

Did he have to wear those obnoxious combat boots? Tim nodded gravely.

“I couldn’t stop hitting people. You know that about me, Jar.” Jared nodded, and his cock pushed against his crotch…but always in that helpless loop. Jared felt the piercing pulling his frenum.

“So did you use the bolt cutters?” Tim smiled.

“Did you wimp out, Jared?” Jared shook his head. “No, Tim, I asked you to put the piercing on, and though it’s been twenty-seven FUCKING MONTHS, I’ve left it on, though I didn’t get far on my dates.” Jared smiled ruefully.

“Such a shame.” Tim said casually.

“I left the bolt cutters for you…thought you might get over your childish obsession, you know? I came almost daily, in my cellmate’s mouth, in the neighbor’s mouth…all the punks I corn-holed, marvelous…I even had an affair with the warden’s secretary, Miss Persimmons, just so she’d arrange to get my dope through. Tim paused in memory.

” Yes, and then I fucked a barmaid yesterday, four hours after I got out…aaw, are those tears, Jared. Is Jarrie Grimm jealous.”

Tears were indeed stinging Jared’s cheeks as he stared at Tim.

Certainly he’d asked Tim, right before sentencing “I want to belong to you. I’ve only been in chastity belts, but I want to stay faithful to you while you’re in prison, Tim…”

And it had been so hard, two years and three months of lonely waiting…seeing beautiful girls and handsome guys, all who Jared could’ve tricked with, on campus…

Yes, and he couldn’t even masturbate.

His balls had felt as if they were carrying an anvil…and his baby brother had cum every damn day! All those men in prison, Jesus.

Tim didn’t care about him at all! Jared shamefully wiped a tear off his cheek as Tim regarded him scornfully.

“I just…just thought that you’d…I don’t know.” Tim snorted.

“You have a piss-poor attitude, and as always, you’re unrealistic. Sure you drove seventy miles to visit me every week, you sent money, but you keep forgetting, you’re MY bitch, Jared.

You need a memory lesson, I think. Take off your clothes, and bring me the handcuffs and the razor strop.”

“You can’t blame me for…” Jared’s heart began racing as Tim pointed to the closet, his eyes narrowing. Jared went to the closet, head down, and brought out the old bag that had the “toys” that he and Jared had kept for years.

After removing the handcuffs and the evil strop, Jared stripped off his Ralph Lauren navy cashmere sweater and unbuttoned his shirt, taking off his undershirt and socks. He hesitantly brought the strop and the handcuffs to his younger brother, who took them, and smirked, regarding Jared, now clad only in his “tightie whities” Tim handled the strop lovingly.

“I’ve gotten some practice inside, you know.” Jared looked questioningly at his brother. “Yeah, whipping, if you can believe it.” “For a while I had a slave-boy in the joint, Jared… his name was Whitaker.

I couldn’t get any good straps to discipline him with so I used a rope whip…it was like, a piece of hemp an inch thick and about four feet long, with three braids. and I soaked the ends in waxed cotton so they’d cut in the skin..

.I discovered that Whitaker was a slave boy because I found a Leatherman magazine in his office, and after that I made him meet me for whipping and sucking in the showers when no one else was around.”

“You found the Leatherman in his office?” Jared asked.

“You mean his cell, don’t you?” Tim looked innocently at Jared.

“No, the Captain of the Guards in our prison had his own office, and yes, he kept his S&M books there.” Jared gasped, but said nothing.

“Turn around, Jared” Jared obediently spun, putting his hands in the familiar position behind his back.

Tim locked on the cuffs and stood up, unzipping his leather jacket. Jared’s eyes Escort bayan bulged as he saw how much more muscular Tim had gotten in prison.

“It’s a great place to work out…all I did was lift weights and read Donald Westlake novels.”

Tim tantalizingly stretched, his thick muscles cinching, and then he reached over and pulled down Jared’s Fruit of the Looms.

There was the Prince Albert piercing, right through Jared’s frenum, and connected to his scrotum. Tim laughed as Jared hung his head in shame.

“Only an idiot would allow himself to be pierced this way…you are just unbelievable. But here’s the key.”

Jared breathed easily as his cock was freed for the first time in nearly two and a half years. As it became completely erect, the little loop hanging off the bottom of the glans, Tim teased it a bit with his fingers.

Jared closed his eyes…oh, Tim knew so much about a penis.

Jared had been with more than a few girls before his piercing, as well as lots of frustrated necking sessions afterwards, and they were nothing next to baby brother. Jared gently pushed and pulled Tim’s penis as he breathed inward and he could feel the semen rising to the tip of his cock as his legs trembled.

“Oh you’re wonderful, Master Tim” Jared breathed.

“Oh, thank you it was all worth it–“WHACK! Jared opened his eyes in acute pain. Tim, grinning had hit Jared’s erect cock with the razor strop, just before he was about to cum.

“Sorry, bud. Business before pleasure, ya know. So get over the side of the couch, now.”

Weeping bitter tears, Jared shuffled over to the couch, his underpants tangled about his knees.

Although it was difficult for Jared to bend over without using his hands, years of practice had taught him, and he leaned over the couch, and Tim came forward with the strop.

“Now put your cock and balls behind your legs, so I can have good access.”

Tim smiled as he pulled Jared’s genitals through the back of his legs, then forcing the legs together. “Ah, now we’ll get some exercise!”

Twenty minutes later, Tim was whistling and smoking a cigarette as Jared wept into the itchy wool of the sofa, his buttocks and genitals bright red and somewhat welted. Jared had forgotten how much power little brother had.

Tim finally went over to Jared, and dragged him up off the couch.

“All right, it’s time to look at that other thing…I know you’ve been waiting a long time.” Jared’s heart sang as Tim helped him to step out of his undies, and led Jared into his bedroom, where Tim lay Jared down on his back.

Jared winced as his ass didn’t feel like touching anything right now, my God it was scorched, but he stared happily up at Tim, who went into the bathroom and brought out a bottle of lubricant.

“But before we start…I’m feelin’ a little stiff, and I should get relief first, eh?” Jared sniffed. “You’re not the one who’s been in chastity for two years…” but Jared quieted down as he saw Tim unzip his pants.

As Jared gazed, mesmerized as he’d always been by his foster brother’s cock, Tim pulled his nine inch member out, and it was quite hard.

“Goodness it’s a big…” Tim interrupted Jared’s remark by shoving his cock in Jared’s mouth, and Jared licked and sucked the long, tawny thing that he’d missed for the last two years.

It had seemed to Jared over the past decade that Tim had constantly been taken from him–sent to mental hospitals, drug rehabs and prisons..

Right and the punishment that supposedly was supposed to be Tim’s had always been suffered by Jared so much more…how he’d missed his foster brother!

Suddenly Tim grabbed Jared’s ears and began skull fucking him hard, Jared, coughing and gasping, and then he shot, hard down Jared’s throat, the cum jizzing out of the sides of Jared’s mouth.

Tim pulled out, zipped up and began rubbing Jared’s armpits and nipples with the baby oil.

As Jared gasped, Tim patiently ran his strong hands up and down Jared’s chest.

Though Jared’s hands were still cuffed behind his back, Tim was able to cover his entire upper torso. “When are you going to touch my cock, please get down there!”

Tim moved obediently down, but of course it was too easy.

Tim began rubbing the baby oil on Jared’s feet, on the backs of his knees, and then, tantalizingly on the insides of Jared’s thighs, making him gasp in frustration.

Tim looked incredibly hot just wearing his black jeans and his T-shirt, and his attentiveness Bayan escort to Jared’s thigh area was incredible.

Tim finally began touching Jared’s cock, first tentatively, and then pulling it hard as Jared gasped.

Pull, pull pull….Jared began raising his hips. Oh, God, to cum…WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Jared screamed as Tim grabbed the razor strop which he’d unobtrusively brought into the bedroom and began whacking away at Jared’s erect penis. Whack! Finally it began subsiding as Jared burst into tears.

“Do you ever think it might be about me?” Tim asked gently. “I’m getting horny again…can’t you see that?” Tim unzipped his pants and again, Jared took the penis in his mouth, sucking and slurping away.

“You seem like you got some practice while I was gone, even with your cock all locked up.” Tim said admiringly, as Jared’s practiced mouth licked and slurped Tim’s cock until once again he spurted in his brother’s mouth enthusiastically.

Yes, it was true. Jared had had some practice since Tim had been gone, though he hadn’t cum, of course.

Jared had put an ad in the free weekly sex paper offering oral service to military types, once or twice a week, and had several times gone in drag downtown to suck off drunks in alleys. He was much better at it than he had been.

Tim once again zipped up and began rubbing the oil on Jared’s penis, pouring more and more oil on the shaft, and squeezing it up, before finally getting Jared’s ball s in his grip and pulling them away from Jared’s groin. “Well, your balls are bigger now, or your scrotum is…you’ve been using your stretcher, eh?” Tim asked genially.

Jared sighed. He had, indeed gone through many punishing months wearing a ball stretcher, which forced balls to be side by side, instead of at the different levels they naturally were.

The edges of the metal stretcher had really chafed his balls and cock, but he’d worn it under his clothes for quite some time, just so Tim wouldn’t call him “tiny basket” any more.

In the evenings, when all the other kids at Dartmouth were going to parties and having a good time, 19 year old Jared had hung cinderblocks to his ball sac and he’d stood with his feet on two separate chairs, so his balls would be brought down lower.

It had been incredibly painful, standing on the chairs with his scrotal sack being pulled down between the two chairs.

Jared had been able to withstand it, and had mouse trapped his nipples as well on those evenings, thinking of when Tim would come home, though he couldn’t masturbate, being locked in the Prince Albert.

He’d desperately wanted to! It was fortunate that Jared had his own apartment, an unusual thing for a student, and so no one could see him doing this. But, he’d gotten a four-year scholarship to Dartmouth and Mom and Dad had written off Tim and were quite happy to pay for Jared to have a little extra space.

And the result was…low hanging balls, though Jared’s cock was still rather small…but Jared’s family were all little, mousy people with long degrees and good jobs…

Tim, though was adopted, and was six feet tall by the time he was twelve, and the beard he’d grown at thirteen enabled him to buy beer wherever he’d liked, though his preference at that time, sadly, was heroin.

Tim stroked and stroked. “Jared, I’m so proud of you…you’ve elongated your basket, and you’re such a brave boy!”

“Does that mean I’m going to cum, Master?” Jared asked hopefully. Tim leaned down and took off one of his combat boots, slamming it into Jared’s ball sac. Jared screamed.

“Well, we got a ways to go before that happens, but I’m proud, and filled with brotherly love 2005

Jared Grimm stood in the middle of the living room with his pants down his bare butt red and blistering, and his penis rock hard…but oh, did he feel ashamed….ghastly. Natalie looked terribly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as she had half an hour before. Tim Grimm chortled.

“What’s wrong, Jar…hard for you to show it all off to your so-called fiancée?” Jared bit his lip. Goddamn it. He’d come over tonight with Natalie, to let Tim know that he was finally ready to get married…

“Jared, I just wanted her to know what you were really like, dude.” Tim rubbed Natalie’s arm in a casual way, and she smiled hesitatingly.

“I know it’s disturbing, you come over to meet your soon-to-be husband’s younger brother, and instead of congratulating the two of you, I take Jared’s pants down Escort and give him fifty with my razor strop–“

Tim shook Dad’s old strop and grinned–“But first, he didn’t do the dishes before he left, bad boy Jared.” Jared bit his lip and stared at the floor, gazing at his expensive trousers bunched up around his ankles. Tim grinned.

“And secondly, I just wanted you to see what a wimp he is! I mean, look at him! My brother’s got twice my I.Q., and he works out four times a week, and he’s a fourth degree black belt…

Sure and he could break my pot-smoking ass over with one blow…but when I told him to take down his britches…did he argue…well a little bit of…” Tim’s voice went into high falsetto.

“Oh.. please, Jared…please don’t punish me in front of Natalie, she’s my fiancée…” Jared bit his tongue and a tear rolled down his cheek.

“And you see that, he’s crying!” Tim laughed. “Isn’t that kind of revolting, Natalie..is that what you want to fuckin’ MARRY?”

Natalie couldn’t believe how Jared was letting his younger brother treat him, but what was even more remarkable was how erect Jared’s penis was…it was dribbling, even!

She’d never seen him so excited. On their dates (Tim had never allowed “sleepovers” Jared had to be home by ten to give Tim his massage) Natalie had used every trick with her mouth and clit to elongate Jared’s penis.

But the best Natalie ever achieved was a sort of half-flaccid erection that had barely been able to do the job.

And look at Jared’s cock now! Jared himself looked absolutely miserable bearing up under Tim’s taunts and gibes…he kept slipping apologetic looks at Natalie.

“Jesus look at him, he’s fucking crying, the wimp!”

Tim laughed, stretching his muscles in the tight black shirt. Natalie looked, and yes, tears were coursing down Jared’s face, his lower lip was trembling and he kept muttering under his breath.

But, Natalie couldn’t stop noticing that Jared’s penis was so rock hard! It had been so since Jared had been forced to pull down his “britches” as Tim called them, and then endured oh…it was horrible.

Tim, feigning enragement, had whipped poor Jared’s bare buttocks for neglecting his “home-chores”. And Tim had yanked Jared around by the hair! But Natalie had soon noticed that Jared’s erection was right out there!

Was he gay? It was so weird! It seemed like Jared’s cock had lengthened and re-lengthened under the barrage of whacks from Tim’s razor strop.

Then Tim had professed horror at Jared’s tumescence and had ordered his older brother to stand with his cock sticking straight out over the dining room table.

Tim had then slammed his strap on Jared’s erection, whamming it into the hard table again and again, and Jared had screamed in pain, and finally the erection had subsided…until he backed off from the table and Tim smiled…and then Jared had become hard once more!

Certainly Jared had winced and danced as Tim had swatted the glans into the dining room table with the strap, but Natalie had been sure she’d seen serious enjoyment in the eyes of the man who had presented her with a $28,000 diamond ring just the evening before.

He’d seemed so athletic and competent when she’d met him at his company’s picnic…

He was a corporate banker running for D.C.City Council, for God’s sake! Strong and tall, but now he stood with his rigid penis in the middle of the room staring down at his crumpled trousers.

Jared just don’t look in the middle of the fuckin’ living room, go get your fiancée a beer…get me one too.”

Jared turned towards the kitchen and began to shuffle, suddenly stumbling over the trousers tangling his ankles.

Tim laughed uproariously and Natalie was horrified to discover she was just barely withholding a giggle as well. “Can I pull up my pants, Tim?” Jared called out.

“I mean, Jesus, you’ve proven your point…you ruin everything for me.” Jared’s voice sank into a whine. “No, no take them off, Jared. Take everything off.” Tim said airily.

“You’ve seen it all before, haven’t you, Natalie, though perhaps not this enthralled.” he added knowingly. Natalie flushed.

She knew Tim knew about the erection thing. She watched Jared step out of the jumble that was his shoes, socks, pants and underwear, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his Oxford shirt at the same time.

“Fold them up, Jar, you don’t want more of the strop do you?” Tim said warningly, and Jared sighed and folded his clothes neatly, placing them on the mantel.

As Jared turned towards the kitchen, he felt his member bounce painfully against the open door, and this time heard both voices laughing, Tim and Natalie. Jared slumped into the kitchen, sobbing bitterly.

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Threesomes Past and Future

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Ryan woke up. He was hungover and dried out. The sun seeped through the blinds. In the bed beside him, Ethan still slept.

Ryan reluctantly pushed off the duvet and went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He looked himself over, leaning over the sink to get a close up of himself in the mirror. Had his face changed? Maybe it had filled out a little since high school, but in a good way, he decided. He’d become a man. He looked over the rest of his naked body, posing in the mirror; the rest of his body had filled out too. He had become broader; he admired his smooth flat chest, the bulk of his shoulders, and, turn slightly, the round firmness of his ass. Then, because he couldn’t miss it, he watched his long cock thicken and rise to greet him.

He had graduated this year and had a job at a bank as a financial advisor. It felt great to finally have some money in his pocket. He’d bought two new suits for the job and he loved the way they fit him. He liked the way he felt in those suits: young, admired, full of potential. He was ambitious; he wanted more.

He walked into the kitchen, passing the living room, the scene of last night’s carnage. Patrick had let him fuck his ass last night, and beyond the physical enjoyment, there had been another feeling, one that he knew he was hooked on and could never let go. It was the same feeling he felt when he wore his suits. It was power.

Ethan woke up and joined him in the kitchen.

“Orange juice?” asked Ryan.

“Yes, please,” said Ethan. “I had a little too much fun last night,” he said, slapping Ryan’s ass as he turned to open the fridge.

Ethan gulped the orange juice. Ryan looked at his friend, head titled back, long slender back arched, cock hanging with a boyish innocence and a heavy potency all at once. Ryan moved up beside him and took Ethan’s cock in his hand, feeling it stiffen immediately.

Looking him in the eye, Ryan said, “Move in with me.”

Ethan was not expecting this. He didn’t speak; it was hard to think as Escort bayan Ryan began slowly stroking his growing cock, never breaking eye contact.

“David moved out a few weeks ago, and I need a roommate. C’mon. It will be fun. You can move out of your parents’ house.”

“I-you know I have a girlfriend. I don’t know. Plus, I don’t know if I can afford it. I’m still in school.”

“She can move in, too. You can split the rent. It will be fun,” said Ryan, still stroking.

“What about the parties? What about this?”

“She knows about ‘this’ doesn’t she?” Ryan asked, now looking down at Ethan’s cock for emphasis.

“She knows I like cock, but I’ve maybe haven’t told her everything.”

“Will you tell her this?” asked Ryan, getting down on his knees, taking Ethan’s long slender cock deep into his mouth, tasting last night’s sweat and cum, smelling the hot, dirty urgency, the dank manliness, absorbing the glorious desperate throbbing of another man’s desire.

Ethan came quickly, exploding into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan swallowed, wiped his mouth, and asked: “Will you tell her this?”

Ethan laughed: “Maybe I will.”

After Ethan left, Ryan stood in the doorway of the room that had been David’s. They’d come from Duluth together to go to university in Minneapolis. He thought they’d always be together, but David had taken a job in Chicago, and that’s how it went, he supposed. For a moment, he thought he saw his friend, as he had seen him so many times before, stretched out on the bed, face down, his ass propped up, inviting.

As he grabbed his own cock, he thought it felt like it felt when he first slid his cock into David’s ass: that tight resistance and then he was inside; he thought he heard David cry out with that first painful thrust and then the rattle of the cheap bed frame against the wall; he thought he smelled the familiar smell of hot breath, sweat, and body, that intoxicating perfume that can only be achieved from hard man-on-man fucking.

Ryan came into the empty Bayan escort room.

He walked back to the bathroom to shower, but he found himself gazing at himself in the mirror again. He thought about himself when he first started university. There had been a professor there, a young junior professor, just starting out herself. Meg. She’d taught him Intro to Literature 101, and gently showed him the seductive power of words. She wore evening dresses to teach freshmen about Shakespeare. After he’d handed in a particularly destitute paper, she told him he’d better come to her office. She talked about where he’d gone wrong and he stared looked at the way her necklace dripped in between her wonderful breasts. Sensing his lust, she stood up, came around the desk and stood in front of him, between his legs, resting her ass on the desk. She put his hand on her leg and let him slide it up all the way until he could feel the heat between her legs.

“I used to be like you,” she said. “Distracted.”

He didn’t know if he should move his hand or not.

“But, there is a time for this and there is a time for work and for you, this is a time for work. Take my advice, or you won’t pass this class.”

He improved his writing and passed. At the end of the semester she’d invited him to her home. She was married to a man named Steve. They’d all soaked in the hot tub together. He remembered her laughing when he said he had no trunks.

“Silly, we don’t wear suits,” she’d said, stripping off her top. She’d unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. Touching his cock, grown suddenly hard with surprise.

“Now,” she said, rubbing and encouraging his cock, “is the time for this.”

Steve came around the corner, naked. “Are we ready?”

She left Ryan and kissed her husband passionately. “Almost.”

After the hot tub, they all went to bed. Meg sat on his face while her husband sucked his cock. Never before that time had he tasted the frankness of a woman’s asshole, a secret dark Escort flower that smelled like all her sweat and shit and all the things that are usually covered up by professional position, coyness, fashion, and perfume; never before had he been sucked off by a man, it felt like the blow jobs he’d had before, but more assured, straight to the point. After he’d come, he watched Meg fuck her husband, their bodies perfectly in synch, lovers who knew each other very well.

Meg was on top and when she saw that he’d grown hard again, she laughed that wonderful laugh. “This is why I love freshmen,” she’d said, beckoning him over. Then, with her husband’s cock still inside her, she said: “Steve wants you to fuck him in the ass.”

Just like that. He hadn’t known what to say.

The lovers rearranged themselves so that Steve was on top, his ass ready.

“Put some of that lube on and get in here,” he said. And then, as if he were in a dream, he did just what was asked, lubing up and pushing his way into Steve’s asshole, feeling the tension in Steve’s body spike and then release.

His eyes met Meg’s and he felt the feeling of dominance, of power, and he loved it.

Of course, it couldn’t last. But, it did for a while. That whole summer they’d been together, spending time camping in the rain, days spent naked in the tent. When the leaves turned, she told him to forget Steve and her. He’d tried, but had never really succeeded.

In his life, only two people had really known him, David and Meg. Only they sensed his ambition, his pursuit of power; only they saw his vanity, but saw his goodness at the same time. He missed how they could hold him, focus him, encourage him.

He woke from his nostalgia, still gazing in the mirror. What did his face tell him? He was older. Was that a wrinkle? Was his hairline receding? No, couldn’t be.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was on the phone, calling Meg.

“I’ve missed you,” he said.

“Yes, you say that every few years,” she responded, laughter in her voice.

“Are you still with Steve?”

“No, divorced. He left me for someone a lot like you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. You know these things can’t last.”

“I want to see you.”

“Maybe,” she said.

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This past weekend my neighbors Steve and Dawn came over to watch the NCAA Championship game between Florida and Ohio State. As fate would have it, Steve and I were born and raised locally here in north-central Florida. Dawn is from Columbus, Ohio and my wife (Valerie) is from Springfield, Ohio. So naturally Steve and I were cheering on the ‘Gators’ and Dawn and Val obviously were cheering on the ‘Buckeyes’. But first a little history of how we met.

We have been friends since the day they moved in four years ago. We are all in the mid to upper 20’s age group. We spend a lot of time together on weekends at one or the others house or at the church we attend. Steve and his wife helped Val and I put up a 24ft above ground pool and a 6 ft wooden privacy fence around my backyard last summer. I remember my wife nervously wore her string tie bikini the first time they came over to use the pool. I tried my best to convince her she looked good in it and that Steve would love to see her in it. We have seen each other’s wives numerous times in halter-tops, short-shorts, and short skirts and dresses, but she has never showed him so much of her skin. We have talked during sex on a few occasions about what would happen if Steve happened to see a lot more skin and this seemed to excite her, but she said that showing a lot of skin and just talking about it was a big difference.

She decided she would wear it after she called and talked to Dawn. Apparently Steve was trying to talk Dawn into wearing hers’ also, I didn’t tell her so but I already knew this. But thankfully both girls decided to wear them. I have often wondered what Dawn looked like naked and now I almost would see. And my wife now said that I had to wear my tight black boxer briefs to the pool and in front of Dawn, if she was going to wear her little sting bikini in front of Steve. I decided to call her bluff and told her no problem I’d do it. Then we sealed it with a handshake.

It was a great afternoon with the grilled steaks, cold beer, and two great looking women in little bikinis. Both gal’s became comfortable in their minimal coverings and remained that way until Steve and Dawn went home. They came over almost every weekend and to enjoy the pool with us. About a month later Steve and I were outside setting up the grill and sipping on a couple cold beers when the girls came out in new bikinis. They both had towels wrapped around their waist and I noticed a slight look of fear in Valerie’s eyes. They sat in their chairs and removed their towels as they sat. About 30 minutes later they got up and got in the pool. They were both wearing thongs! I just stood there and smiled. Steve gave a wolf whistle and told them they looked great in their little suits. Steve was standing behind the grill and I was between the grill and the pool. I noticed both Valerie and Dawn smiling and looking Escort bayan at me. I was puzzled at first until I seen Dawn’s gaze drop down lower. I then looked down and I hard a hard-on which was extremely noticeable in my tight cotton boxer briefs. I felt excited as I slowly walked to the edge of the pool and kissed my wife and asked her if she liked what she saw. She said she sure did and that she bet Dawn liked the view too. I told her I really enjoyed her new suit and was glad she had the courage to wear it in front of Steve. Then I whispered in her ear that she was going to get a good fucking tonight. She said she couldn’t wait.

It continued this way the rest of the summer. Valerie became very comfortable in that little thong and basically lived in it on the weekends. Val and Dawn even bought a couple more the wear. By the end of summer they actually wore them to the beaches. Valerie always seemed to be more sexually playful after a day of showing off her bare ass in public. I even got away with grabbing a hand full of tit in front of Steve a couple of times without her telling me to stop.

I got Val to go skinny-dipping one night and we had sex in the pool. After that, we made a habit of swimming nude by ourselves at night and having sex in the water until it cooled off. When Val told me she had even started tanning nude two or three times a week when she had a chance, I got her to join me nude in the pool in the middle of the afternoon. Oh yes, we did have sex in the pool again and for a first time outside the pool on the lounge chair. Val told me she loved doing it outside in the sunshine. I promised we would do it a lot more. Then I joked and said that maybe we could get Steve and Dawn to join use naked on the pool, she stunned me by saying, “That could be fun.” But it never happened.

I noticed Valerie was beginning to enjoy her nudity more. She began walking around the house nude more and more and sometimes not even closing the blinds towards the street but still leaves the blinds closed facing Steve’s and Dawns’ place. She even started going pantyless more often too. She started with her shorts first then to her normal length dresses. She will also go without under her short dresses around the house but not in public. I of course encouraged her lack of undergarments. But she did surprised me a couple weeks ago, all four of us went to the mall on Saturday and Val told me on the way there that she was completely naked under her short halter dress. The next day she went to church without panties and she teased me mercilessly during service telling me her lack of panties in church was making her horny. On the way home she pulled her dress up to her waist and played with herself until we got home and then I gave her what she needed, I bent over the back of the couch and fucked her before she had time to remove Bayan escort her dress. I don’t think she has worn any bras or panties under anything she has worn the last two weeks.

Now back to the game! There was the usual bickering back and forth about the other teams chances until Val what I wanted to bet on the game. Steve and I talked and came up with a tough dare for them. The bet was that for every score, the losing two would have to remove a piece of clothing. The girls talked it out and agreed. I thought the girls would back out and now I was nervous, all the predictions favored Ohio State. I noticed Val went to the bedroom, perhaps to put on bra and panty.

The game started, Ohio returned the kickoff, and the girls jumped up and down and told us to take off our shirts. Then Florida marched down the field and scored. The girls promptly removed their tops. Ohio did nothing, and then Florida scored again. The girls looked dejected but removed their shorts. Florida stopped Ohio again and then scored again. The girls looked disappointed and I wondered if Valerie would bare her breast to another man. Steve or I didn’t say a thing but Val looked at Dawn and said a bet is a bet. They sat up and took off their bras both covering their breast with their arms. I’m glad we chose to sit the way we did. The guys on one couch facing the girls on the other couch. I had a great view of their tits. Then Ohio scored and the girls cheered up not bothering to cover up anymore as Steve and I removed out pants.

Steve noted that us guys started with only 3 garments and that they started with 4. Val said that when Ohio scored again (Sorry Val, didn’t happen) we just had to pull our underwear down as low as they would go without exposing ourselves. Next score was Florida’s, field goal. We then had a debate. The girls said it wasn’t a touchdown but we said the agreement was a score, not just a touchdown. Val it was a dirty trick but stood up and dropped her panties. She was now naked in front of Steve and I couldn’t have been prouder or love her more than at that minute. I also noticed that her shaved pussy might be wet, it was nice and shiny. Val ended up coaxing Dawn out of her panties.

When Florida scored again I looked over at Val and she kind of shrugged her shoulder as if to say, “Now what”. Without consulting Steve I told her to spread her legs wide and leave that way for at least 5 minutes, so that Steve and I could get a good look at her pussy. I knew right then she was becoming a bit of an exhibitionist when she smiled a little and spread them. Dawn slowly followed suit. Val’s pussy was definitely wet. I don’t know if Steve noticed but I sure did, my dick was trying to poke through my briefs.

A couple minutes later I saw Val’s hand getting close to her pussy. She jumped and blushed when I told her not to touch Escort her pussy. I then said that if Florida scored again, she was to play with herself in front of Steve and me as we watched. Moments later. SCORE! I didn’t have to tell her, she had scooted forward in her chair and already had one finger inside her pussy. Dawn looked shocked but Steve got up whispered something to her and gave her a kiss. She smiled and spread her legs wider and got to it. I thought ‘what the hell’ and removed my underwear and started to stroke my hard-on as the gals watched, Steve did the same moments later. We all came during halftime.

Val and Dawn went nude to the kitchen to get snacks and drinks for all. It was a great sight to see both ladies walking around totally nude and not seeming a bit concerned. We all remained nude the remainder of the game, but ended sitting and cuddling with our on partners. No more scoring in the game for a while, but it was alright with me, I was enjoying playing with my wife’s bare tits as she fondled my cock. Then TOUCHDOWN! My looked at me and said, “What should I do now dear?” I said I didn’t know, and then she said she did. She slid off the couch and got between my knees and took my cock into her mouth. She has never been one to suck my dick. She has claimed she didn’t like the taste of my precum and now she was almost swallowing it whole. I was on cloud nine! I glanced at Steve and Dawn was sucking him off too. I then felt the urge to cum and told Val I was about to cum. She didn’t move and I unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed it all. I kissed her as she got up and told her I loved her. I told her that it was great and I hoped she would do it again someday. She said she definitely would because she enjoyed it more than she thought she would and that it didn’t taste as bad as she thought it would.

It was after midnight when then the game finally ended. Val gave Steve and I gave Dawn a nude hug as they started to get dressed to go home. Since they lived right next door, Valerie dared them to walk back home naked. I don’t know if they made it home naked or not, all I know is they left my house naked.

Val and I talked it out that night. It was fun being naked and having sex in front of them but we decided not cross the line and have sex with them. We can already imagine the fun we will have in the pool next summer though, since swimsuits now will not be allowed in the water.

As I was finishing this story, Val walked naked into the room and wanted to read it. She is now sitting in my lap, as I try to finish this paragraph, with dick deep inside her tight hot pussy in front of a large uncovered window that faces the street on the side of our house. I have noticed half dozen cars go by and she watches them go by as she bounces up and down on my lap. I can only imagine how much of an exhibitionist she will become when it warms up this summer. I know how horny she has gotten so far with her mild exhibition in public. If she continues and get braver and shows more and more, next summer will probably be wild, fun, and very exhausting for me.

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Illicit Breakfast

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We are fraternal twins, even though we officially share different birthdays: My brother was born a few minutes before midnight, while I was born a few minutes after midnight. After having inhabited the same tiny space for nine months together, it is perhaps no wonder that we are both so close, and always have been. It is often said that twins tend to share some special bond, able to “know” about the other at seemingly all times even when separated by great distances, and that has certainly been the case between us.

Only Siamese twins could be closer.

*****

With roughly one month before we would head to California for college, it was a rare weekday off, both for me and for my big brother, from our summer jobs. Our parents at work, we had the house to ourselves. I had known that this would happen, but I was not aware that our parents had already left for work until I was awoken by my big brother slipping into bed beside me.

“Good morning, baby sister,” he greeted me, followed by a kiss to my cheek. He was already fully nude, and as he snuggled up against me, I could feel a lengthening along my thigh.

“I never thought I’d say this,” I noted softly, “but I’m in bed, yet I feel overdressed!”

My forbidden lover laughed softly at that as he pulled the sheets back over us. “Well, whether you’re wearing clothes or not, you are still beautiful, and still good to cuddle with.”

“So that’s all I am to you? A teddy bear for you to hold in bed?”

“In bed, in the pool, in the shower, in a pit of quicksand, in a dark alley… truly anywhere and everywhere.”

I smiled at that, imagining us in a dark alley, tall piles of stinky trash surrounding us, rodents scurrying by, dirty puddles lining the broken pavement as he pinned me to a grimy, crumbling brick wall while holding up the front of my skirt and taking advantage of my pantyless attire to drive himself ever deeper into my all-too-willing body as his primal growls thundered in my ear.

“You’re suddenly quiet,” my big brother noted, a hand moving to my chest and roughly squeezing a breast. “Is my twin sister imagining me fucking her senseless?”

“Oh, yes!” I whispered, both in response to his question and to his molestation.

His hand glided down my front, cupped my sex briefly through my sleep shorts and thong, then slithered up underneath my t-shirt Escort bayan to make direct, unfettered contact with my chest. My eyes closed, an arm draped around his shoulders, I lost myself in his manipulation of my feminine swells, his hand spending a few seconds with one breast before gliding to the other to affect a similar treatment.

“We could stay here like this all day,” I offered, “and I would not care at all.”

“Oh? But what about eating? Wouldn’t you be hungry after a few hours?”

“I believe you could feed me. Something white and creamy would be nice.”

“I see… So does that mean that I can eat you?”

“Definitely!”

With his hand still underneath my t-shirt and now squeezing a breast with definite desire, my big brother kissed me. It was not a romantic kiss; instead, it was a lusty, heated kiss, filled with the promise of additional illicit activity.

“There’s only one place to truly have breakfast,” he finally whispered as he continued to manhandle my breast. I got the hint.

Minutes later, I was on my back upon the dining room table, naked and looking up at the chandelier. Sitting in a chair, my forbidden lover leaned forward, his breath hot upon my bare sex as he maneuvered my legs over his shoulders, making me somehow feel quite vulnerable. I was already dripping for him from our activity upstairs in my bedroom, and I was certain that he was enjoying quite a noseful of my natural scent. In fact, I could just faintly hear him inhaling deeply through his nose, then hear and feel him exhaling slowly through his mouth before repeating the process.

“Please,” I whispered, my hands fondling my own breasts. “Please, eat me!”

“Not yet. Just think of me as a wild animal playing with his food before he eats her.”

And play he did. His hot breath almost continually wafting over my dripping sex, his hands stroked me all around my womanhood, but he never touched me where I most needed to feel his caress. I squirmed, I writhed, I tried to buck myself up into his mouth, but my fraternal twin seemed to know my every move even before I made it myself, so that he was able to avoid any direct tactile contact with my crying womanhood. In desperation, I suddenly grabbed either side of his head and attempted to pull his face directly against my crotch, yet my forbidden lover was able to yank Bayan escort his head out of my grasp, leaving me groaning in utter frustration. I eventually ceased my soft pleas, as they were evidently falling upon deaf ears, and gave in to my frustration, contenting myself to the extent possible by again fondling my own breasts.

“Give me your hands,” he whispered, and I did. I held his hands tightly, as if he was a lifeguard and I was a nearly-drowned swimmer, and he squeezed back with equal force. “Now, will you be a good girl and let me eat you for breakfast?”

“Yes! Yes! Just eat me, please!!!” I tried to grab his head again, to pull his face into my crotch, perhaps to pull his entire head deep inside me, but his arms instantly stiffened and prevented that action, making me groan in frustration yet again.

Then, without prelude, my big brother attacked me with his mouth. My weeping sex practically pulsated at the initial touch of his lips, and I cried out as the foreshocks from that touch rumbled through my entire being. I must have crushed his hands with mine as the initial surge of delight radiated through my body, and certainly my thighs clamped on either side of his head like a vise, yet he did not relent, assailing me with lips and tongue, sucking the nectar from my lower lips, gently nibbling on my labia, diving inside me with his tongue, his hot breath only serving to further heighten the entire experience and ensure my happiness.

Happiness pummeled my senses. Like an amateur surfing for the first time, a massive wave caused a wipeout of my conscious sanity. I wailed clamorously, my heartbeat echoing loudly in my ears, a waterfall of my passion spilling forth from me. My body was out of control, bucking furiously against the same relentless mouth which had triggered this lewd reaction. I felt as if a vibrator had been strapped onto every cell of my body, such was the intensity of the sensations coursing through me at the blinding speed of lightning.

Suddenly, my legs were higher in the air, and my forbidden lover was no longer holding my hands. I opened my eyes just as he slipped swiftly into me, renewing my cries of passion. Our eyes locked, and I could see and definitely relate to the animalistic passion I saw there, and I knew that he saw the same mirrored in my own eyes.

With his hands gripping my Escort thighs, my big brother plunged into me repeatedly, the pace of his thrusts ever increasing. As good as his lips and tongue and breath had felt upon my most intimate area just moments earlier, the friction his heated manhood was creating inside me felt even better.

When he flicked a finger across my clitoris, my body jumped as still more sparks filled my universe, further clouding my lust-hazed vision. He continued to flick his finger across my clitoris, and I felt the impending climax bloom with the raw speed and the awe-inspiring power of a detonating nuclear warhead. The way my body trembled around the meaty invader clearly had an effect upon my big brother, as his cries joined mine in a primal duet, his grip upon me tightening as he continued rutting relentlessly into me.

Suddenly, I felt empty. My body still bucking and trembling, strong hands grabbed my hips and practically yanked me off the table, my legs instinctively folding beneath me as I dropped to the floor. My mouth was violated, and I tasted my own passion upon the fleshy sword sheathed within. At last consciously realizing what was happening, I wrapped my hands around my big brother’s thighs as his hands guided my head. Despite the unsociable oddity of the situation, it felt so natural to be kneeling completely naked before my completely naked fraternal twin with his throbbing erection raping my mouth.

With a particularly violent twitch, the manhood inside me erupted, feeding me a breakfast tastier than any other I could remember. I had to swallow quickly, such was the quantity of incestuous love my big brother fed to me. Each forbidden torrent of white, creamy love was accompanied by an animalistic yowl from far above me, as well as a further tightening of the grip upon my head.

Even after my big brother had no more illicit passion to feed to me, my lips remained sealed tightly around the base of his manhood. He began to soften in my mouth, but I kept him in a semi-erect state as he cradled my head to his crotch, reverently whispering my name again and again between gasps for air as his fingers ran through my hair.

At last, I released the fleshy sword from my mouth, and stood on wobbly legs, very aware of my own illicit passion streaming down my legs. For a long time, we simply held each other. No words were spoken; no words were needed. Our love may be immoral, perhaps even illegal, but it is love nonetheless, and the sexual breakfast we had just shared only strengthened our love in ways that perhaps no one else on the planet could ever understand.

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Old King Severmist of the Orgas stood on a rock outcropping on the sea side of the pass through the Golden Mountains down into the rich plains of Thorodia and shook his fists in frustration and despair. For the third time in as many days the frontal assault on the High Castle of King Kleemus had failed.

“How much longer will you hold against my might?” the old king roared. “Two long years. See this beard? It nigh reaches the ground and is as gray as the skies over your winter land.”

“Perhaps it is time to suggest just going around the castle and down into the valley, sire,” one of the king’s advisers said timidly, cowering at the king’s side. Unfortunately, he had come too close, though, and, with one swipe of his mail-encased hand, the king slapped him across the path, from whence he did not rise.

The king knew they could not continue this siege for two more years. His own health would not permit it. He would not live to enter Thorodia then, and all would be lost without him at the helm.

“The high castle remains the key,” he growled. “It is the strongest point in Thorodia. If we take the castle, all of the rest in the valley will open their doors to us. If not, it is a fight on every doorstep and a lance at our backs, between us and the sea. We must have the castle. Must I do the thinking for us all? Is there no one here with the wit to follow on from me?”

“Father,” a small voice spoke up from the shadows, “Might I—?”

“Why be you here?” the king cried out, almost in anguish. “You belong in the train with the women and the other women in men’s clothes. How dare you attend and speak out. Better yet, get you to the High Castle. From what is reported to me, those within are sodomites all.”

“We have Raum in the castle. Perhaps we—”

“Be damned and be gone with you, pup. It is because of you that Raum is there. I’ll have no more words from you, boy.”

And then all was silent as the shadows of night descended on the pass from the sea through the Golden Mountains and down into Thorodia, and the lights in the High Castle yet burned, telling of comfort and safety.

* * * *

The Grand Marshal of Thorodia, the man closest to King Kleemus and his principal military adviser, the man who had devised and carried out the successful defense of Thorodia against the invading barbarian from the sea in close consort with his king for the past two years, was galloping through the forest at the valley base of the High Castle with his small band of hunters, bringing home venison. The Grand Marshal distained the forces of the Orgas and went out on these forays on purpose to show those under siege in the High Castle how safe they were in his hands. Few raiding parties ventured beyond the castle and down into the valley, and the Grand Marshal’s spies knew when they were afoot.

But on the road to the castle, the Grand Marshal pulled his horse up and his lip curled up. Here was something he had not been apprised of. Heads would roll for overlooking this.

Off on the side of the trail he spied a gypsy wagon, turned on its side, its contents strewn out around it and obviously the subject of pillage.

The Grand Marshal trotted over to the wagon, its scarlet and yellow wheels still spinning, and reached down and jerked an arrow out of the undercarriage and lifted it up for all to see.

“Double-edged point,” said one minion.

“Red feather,” said another.

“An arrow of the Orga,” chimed in a third.

The Grand Marshal nodded his head in grim agreement. The Orga were becoming bolder. They were foraying too far into the valley. And his spies had missed this intrusion.

All of the riders were startled by the sound of a groan—coming from under the upturned wagon. Quick as a dart, two of the minions dismounted and, with all of their strength, lifted the wagon, and a third pulled out the body of a young man.

The Manavgat Escort rescuer turned him over on his back, and the Grand Marshal’s heart leapt in his chest and his cock stood at immediate attention.

The young man was beautifully built and provocatively displayed. He was blond, and slight and lithe—a dancer’s body, with every part perfectly formed. An achingly beautiful face, with full, rosy lips and tussled golden curls cascading down to his shoulders. He was nearly naked, stripped to the waist, gold belted, and wearing diaphanous, billowing pantaloons of some white material shot through with threads of gold. He had gold snake bracelets encircling his biceps and gold rings in his nipples, and, as could clearly be seen, a gold ring in the bulb of his cock as well.

“Does he live?” The Grand Marshal asked in a strained voice, and upon hearing an assent, he dismounted and moved in one graceful, fluid motion to where the young man lay.

“Lay him on the carriage body,” he commanded, and the young man was lifted and laid on his back on the edge of the carriage.

The Grand Marshal withdrew his dirk knife and gathered up the flimsy material of the young man’s pantaloons at the crotch in one fist and slit through the material with the knife he held in the other hand. Sheathing his knife, he spread the young man’s legs with hands fisting his ankles.

With the first strong thrust of his engorged cock in the young man’s channel, the youth’s watery-blue eyes opened in shock and he cried out in the taking. “Oh, oh, Lord. Nay, please I beg you. I have never . . . Oh, no, I am undone.” His cries turned to moans and groans, as the Grand Marshal’s minions just stood about, looking at the ground—when they weren’t stealing furtive looks at the taking of the young man. No one raised a hand to stay the Grand Marshal. He was the second-most powerful man in the land, his blood and lust ran hot, and—save for deference to King Kleemus himself—he took his pleasures when and with whom he would.

The young golden god’s cries of undoing changed in short order to cries for the fuck. He arched his back and raised his pelvis and started meeting the Grand Marshal’s relentless thrustings with counterthrusts of his own. He cried out of the Grand Marshal’s artistry and mastery of the cocking and of how he’d never known it could be like this and how much he loved the movement of the Grand Marshal’s superior member deep inside him. He writhed and trembled and shuddered beneath the onslaught of the old warrior, and his small hands reached out and caressed the thick matting of hair on the Grand Marshal’s chest and reached up and palmed the back of the old warrior’s neck and brought his face down to his and opened his sweet lips to the invasion of the Grand Marshal’s tongue.

Not long before the Grand Marshal experienced the longest and strongest ejaculation of his recent memory, the young god had given up his own seed with the rubbing of his gold-ringed cock head on the old man’s still-hard belly.

By the time the climax ensued, an objective observer would be hard pressed to suppose just who had fucked who—and the Grand Marshal was hopelessly smitten.

The young man, Cleus by name, and a wandering musician and dancer by claimed trade, was taken up to the castle and installed in the Grand Marshal’s apartments, where the Grand Marshal became besotted with watching him dance and then fucking him day and night until it became clear to King Kleemus that he was not being as fully attended as he once had been by his principal adviser. This did not necessarily set well with the king.

The king was not the only one who had taken notice of this change in circumstance. His young attendant and sometimes lover, the barbarian Raum, had also heard rumors of the young, enticing god living in the Grand Marshal’s apartments, a handsome young dancer with watery blue eyes, Escort Manavgat full rosy lips, and golden rings at the nipples and cock head. Raum knew of only one person in the world who met this description. He therefore availed himself of the first opportunity to seek the now infamous youth out. That opportunity came with the first hunting foray the Grand Marshal made—now reluctantly made—out of the castle since he had happened upon the young lover who had melted years off his felt age and made his penis a strong sword upon demand once more.

Cleus was gliding along the corridor in the Grand Marshal’s apartments that afternoon, when a strong hand reached out from behind a hanging tapestry and pulled the young man into the darkness behind. Raum devoured Cleus’s lips with fervent kisses. Cleus, in turn, climbed Raum’s pelvis with his thighs, and Raum fucked him deeply and long, pushing Cleus against the wall of the castle behind the shimmering tapestry and bouncing the shoulder blades of his prey mercilessly against the hard stone.

Thus were reunited the lovers—the son of King Severmist, who had discovered his only son in the embrace of one of his foremost warriors, Raum, who had been banished to the almost certain death of spying inside the besieged High Castle of the Thorodians as long as his wits could keep him alive.

Afterward the two slithered off to Raum’s own humble room, and Raum gave Cleus a proper and prolonged fucking, Cleus on his back, legs akimbo and pelvis thrust up to received Raum’s young, strong cocking, being ridden hard and for a great distance in contrast to the old Grand Marshal’s almost pitiful pokings, and Raum stroking Cleus to multiple comings with thumb rubbing piss slit through the center of the golden cock ring.

“What are you doing here?” Raum asked through heavy breathing after they had spent themselves and were embracing, each part of them held as closely together as possible. “It would be the death of you if you were discovered. Did the Grand Marshal capture you without realizing who he had?”

“Nay, the Grand Marshal captured me because I meant him to,” Cleus answered. And then he laughed. He became immediately more serious, though. “We are getting nowhere with this siege, and the time of King Severmist’s passing is close at hand. I am the rightful heir, and I mean to step into my rightful place, unopposed, by delivering Thorodia to the Orgas at long last.”

“A heavy task,” Raum whispered, his voice displaying his fear for his young lover. “You have seen how it is with the Thorodians. How strong Thorodia is.”

“But not as strong as it was before I came,” Cleus said.

“What do you mean? What are you planning? What can I do to help?”

“Many questions, and I love you all the more, Raum, master of my seed, for your last question, couching within it your pledge of loyalty to me and my kingship. What we must do is divide King Kleemus and the Grand Marshal. The strength of Thorodia has been their strong union. I have already started weakening that. And then I must be put within striking distance of the king at the right moment. There are, indeed, actions you can take to serve those ends.”

“Command my hand, my liege,” Raum said.

“Fuck my hole; mingle your seed with mine” Cleus countered, and then both young men laughed, as Raum proceeded to do just that.

* * * *

From that point began the campaign of Cleus and Raum to divide the Thorodians’ strength.

The king was already irritated at the Grand Marshal’s unaccustomed absences, and while Cleus made sure that the Grand Marshal was abed fucking him as much of the time as possible, Raum was working on the king, asking him if he knew of the new, young, mesmerizing dancer the Grand Marshal had acquired. Asking the king if the Grand Marshal had ever offered to share the delights of watching Cleus perform.

The king had Manavgat Escort bayan not been so invited. Indeed, before Raum started mentioning the possibility, he’d never thought of this being a slight at all. But the king was already just a bit unhappy with the Grand Marshal, and now he wanted to assert his kingship.

He commanded the Grand Marshal to bring the dancer Cleus before him in a private audience of just the three of them. And the Grand Marshal, seeing nothing amiss afoot, quickly brought the young Cleus, perfumed and fluffed up and sensuously costumed, forth to the king’s private chambers.

Cleus danced a dance of passion and provocative display for the king, a dance that wound up with Cleus only in a golden belt, his gold snake bicep bracelets, his nipple and cock rings, and a warm smile on his face and a fluttering of his long eyelashes over watery blue eyes, his face turned toward the king, but his channel lowered into the lap of the overcome-with-lust Grand Marshal.

Three days later, at the king’s strong suggestion, the Grand Marshal ventured out on another one of his hunting trips into the forests on the valley side of the High Castle. When he returned, however, he found the gates of the castle closed to him and a large force of the Orga coming over the hill.

The king was not seen out of his apartments for two weeks after that, busy as he was in discovering the charms of his new lover, the dancer Cleus.

Toward the end of that period, the king found Cleus lying on his couch, naked and despondent one afternoon. The king dropped his own robes and came in beside Cleus and lifted his young lover’s leg and thrust a cock that hadn’t been this hard for anyone in years into the young god’s passage. Although Cleus returned his kisses and murmured his love and devotion and praised the masterful cocking of the king, though, the king sensed a continued despondency.

“What is wrong, little one? I sense you are sad.”

“It is only thinking of the future, sire. I want nothing more than for this to go on forever—your magnificent strong cock showing me new avenues to paradise daily. But where is it going? What is to become of us? The barbarians are at the gate. I fear for our lives. I could not bear our lives to change from what we have become.”

“Never fear, my love,” the king said. “I have a secret.”

“A secret?” Cleus asked, his eyes full of innocence. He turned his face to the king’s and nibbled on his ear, while his hand went to the king’s rouged nipples.

“Yes, a secret. A secret passageway. We can escape into the mountains whenever we need to. And I have another, hidden castle in the mountains, not far from here, and stronger than this one. We are safe. We will always be safe?”

“A secret passageway?” Cleus repeated.

“Yes, I will show it to you. A passageway to a water gate coming out in a cave by a mountain stream.”

And, after Cleus had fucked the king to heaven once more, the king, indeed, showed Cleus the passageway to safety. And Cleus showed Raum the passageway that could be used in either direction. And Raum, on a clear night within the week, when he was standing duty on the castle walls at the sea side, shot off the fire arrow with message attached that was a prearranged one-way communications means between the forces of King Severmist’s Orgas and their spy within the High Castle.

And on the night that the army of King Severmist crept into the cave beside the mountain stream and under the castle walls and into the very center of the castle keep, Cleus was abed with the king of the Thorodians.

Cleus was on his back with King Kleemus knelt between his legs, sheathing his sword inside Cleus’s channel. And at the first hint of the sounds Cleus was waiting to hear, he unsheathed his own dirk knife from under one of the pillows and sheathed it again up through the underbelly of the king of the Thorodians. He was standing, in robes of gold, beside the bed of the dead king, taking on a kingly stance as the forces of the Orgas—his forces—rushed in the room to celebrate Prince Cleus’s victory over the Thorodians, undeniably won by wit and cleverness where brute force could not prevail.

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Krista woke from her dream with a gasp. She couldn’t remember the details, but the heat emanating from her body and the moistness between her legs were indication enough that it was another erotic dream. She sat up and threw her legs off the bed angrily. There was no reason to be sitting here horny like this. No reason at all. She was a free woman now, and after a solid two years with no sex she deserved to be royally fucked.

But she knew it wasn’t that easy. She might be separated from her husband now, living in her parent’s guest room, but she was still too painfully shy around men to just go home with one for meaningless sex. No, it looked like she’d just have to satisfy herself once more with her own fingers. She stared out the window wistfully, wondering how she could have allowed herself to get to this point.

Not that she’d ever had men lining up to date her, she reminded herself. Even in high school she’d been a little too plump, a little too nerdy. Now at the age of twenty-nine, she felt like she’d missed the boat. Without realizing it, she’d become her own mother, nearly middle aged and round of hips, with the same mousy brown hair and general shape, same overbite and pale skin, same bad eyesight and tiny breasts. Krista tugged at the threadbare gown she’d had to borrow from her mother, wishing it didn’t fit so damn well on her. Tomorrow she’d go back to her house and get some decent night clothes.

She stood and reached for the robe at the foot of the bed, another of her mother’s garments. The full length mirror by the wall reflected her image in the dim light, and she wasn’t happy with what she saw. With her hair in curlers, she might as well have been looking at her mother. But at least her mother had a man, and not a bad one at that. Krista smiled as she thought of her Daddy, how just that evening he’d told her she was still a beautiful young woman, somehow knowing she’d needed very much to hear that. It’d been a long time since she felt beautiful. Then again, she’d always been a Daddy’s girl. She pulled the robe closed and left her room.

She needed masturbation, but she needed the comfort of a snack first. The house was quiet. Daddy had fallen asleep in front of the television again. Krista shut off the television then threw a blanket over her father’s sleeping form. He was still a handsome man even at sixty, a full head of hair even. Though now most of that hair was gray instead of black. Sure he had a pot belly and didn’t trim his Side escort beard neatly, but who couldn’t love such a kind-hearted person? Krista felt very warm as she entered the kitchen, and she wasn’t sure it was entirely the sultry spring air or the glow of affection that heated her. She decided to fry an egg and got the carton from the refrigerator.

Krista considered herself a fairly competent cook, and it was a task she truly enjoyed. She smiled at the memory of cooking pot roast for her father the night before, the way he’d smacked his lips and ate three helpings, the way he kept saying he’d have to kiss the cook. Mom had thought it cute, too. She got out the butter, salt and pepper, then opened the cabinet to look for the small frying pan. Mom kept the pots and pans below the counter, so she had to stoop over and almost stick her head in up to the shoulders in order to root around inside.

She heard the creak of floorboards and a heavy tread. It could only be her father. He was headed to bed, she reckoned. The footsteps paused at the kitchen doorway. Krista moved the large stockpot aside under the counter, only dimly aware that the footsteps were coming closer. Just as she closed her hand around the small frying pan, a heavy hand touched her ass.

She almost jumped and banged her head but caught herself in time. Before she could react to the surprise of being goosed, the hand began to caress her ass in slow circles. Krista froze. She knew whose hand that had to be. She just didn’t want to believe it. Or maybe she felt it was too good to be true. In either case she was still frozen, struggling for the words to tell her father that it was she, his daughter, not his wife, that he was fondling, when the hand left her ass. She sighed and began to back out from beneath the cabinet, but then her father’s hands were on her hips, both sides, gripping tightly, and she heard him groan as he pressed his pelvis against her.

Krista froze again as she felt a throbbing hardness nestle between her ass cheeks. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, dropping the pan with a soft clatter. “Shh,” she heard her father say. “Don’t make too much noise.”

Oh, my god, thought Krista. He thinks I’m Mom. He’s going to…

To what? She wondered.

He groaned again and ground his cock against her, and despite her slight revulsion Krista found herself grinding back against him. It had been so long since she’d felt the loving touch of a man, just too Escort side long. Her father’s hands slid up her sides and came around to the front to cup her small tits in each palm. She realized suddenly just how hard her nipples had become. He pushed against her even harder, and she swore she could feel every vein in his cock. Her husband’s dick had never felt that hard. Never. Nor as large.

She was in the midst of wondering just how big her father’s cock was when she felt cool air on her ass. He’d flipped up her gown and robe, and since she wasn’t wearing panties he now had a clear view of her pussy. Krista knew she was blushing, ashamed that her father was looking at her that way, at her privates. A moment later her eyes rolled in her head as her father’s fingers delved into her moist slit, parting the lips and tweaking her clit, the thumb entering her wet hole and fucking her a few times.

When her father took his hand away she spoke without thinking, saying “Don’t stop.”

Yes, she wanted it. She wanted her father’s touch, needed it. He chuckled, and he touched her pussy again…but this time it wasn’t his fingers. Krista gasped and tightened her ass cheeks as she felt her father’s hard cock poke at the entrance to her pussy. No matter what, she couldn’t do that, couldn’t let him fuck her, couldn’t have…incest.

He held onto her hips and pushed forward, and he moaned. It was the moan that did it. The sound of her sweet Daddy’s approval. The sound he made when eating her cooking, only deeper and more meaningful. She relaxed slowly, frightened of what was about to happen and yet wanting it more than she’d ever wanted anything before. And then it was happening. Her father’s cock split her lips and the head lodged at her entrance. He pushed, and the mushroom head stretched her open, popped inside. He sank into her an inch before pulling back, and she pushed her hips back at him, not wanting him to leave her body ever. He leaned into her and drove half his length into her sopping heat, making her gasp loudly. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her moans as he pulled back and sank in again, this time filling her up, stretching her.

She felt her Daddy’s heavy balls against her clit and knew she’d taken all of him. He was completely inside her. They were joined in incestuous bliss. He rocked back and began to fuck her, sliding in and out of her using deep, slow, deliberate strokes. Her pussy made a squelching noise as her Side escort bayan Daddy fucked her. She tightened the muscles there, milking him, feeling delicious tingles running up and down her spine, like exploding sparks of energy radiating from her cunt. He reached around to hold her tits again, gently pinching the nipples, and fucked her with quick, shallow strokes that made her body jiggle. His balls hit her clit again and again and suddenly she was there, cumming, her body convulsing with exquisite pleasure.

With a loud groan her Daddy joined her. She felt his already thick cock swell even more inside her just before wet heat splashed deep in her womb. She wasn’t on any sort of birth control, and just knowing her own father could, at that moment, be knocking her up sent a fresh wave of orgasm racing through her. That was a first. She’d never been multi-orgasmic before. He groaned again and again as his body shook and his cock delivered its load of illicit sperm into her unprotected womb. It seemed to last forever, and yet it was over too quickly.

“Oh, god Krista,” he groaned. “That was amazing.”

It was hard for Krista to hide her shock. He’d known! “I know, Daddy,” she agreed, not knowing what else to say. He pulled out of her slowly, his cock still mostly hard. A flood of his jizz ran down her leg. He helped her back out from beneath the cabinet and she stood upright before turning into his welcoming embrace. They kissed for the first time then, and for Krista it almost felt like the very first kiss of her life. His hands roamed her body, seeming to take great delight in everything he found.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said in a whisper, smiling broadly, deliriously happy.

“I love you too, little bear,” he replied, using his pet name for her. Krista giggled and kissed her father hard, sucking his tongue into her mouth. “I hope we didn’t wake your mother,” he added when she came up for air.

“Me too,” Krista agreed. She reached down and took her father’s cock in her hand. It was still half hard, slimy with their combined juices. She wanted to suck him. She’d seldom sucked her husband, never when he had fluids on him…but Daddy was different. With Daddy she could do anything.

“Want to go to my bed?” she offered.

He shook his head. “Too close to my bedroom,” he said.

Smiling, she said, “How about the couch then? I want you to fuck me again Daddy.”

He groaned. His cock began to stiffen in her hand. Oh, yes, Krista had finally found what she’d been looking for. It was a shame it had taken so long to realize it. Leading her father by his cock, Krista led her new lover toward the living room, and toward a new life she was eager, willing, and desperate to embrace.

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Kymona POV

It took everything in me not to cry while I was at the house. All the memories of how I was done in the past came flooding to my mind. I know I haven’t been the most perfect person through the years, but usually when I commit to do something or be with someone, I stick around to to see it out. I feel so stupid for even falling for a straight chick in the first place. Going after straight women is only good for the adrenaline rush. They always put up this fight of not fucking with females, but the minute our lips touch and our soft skin caresses each other, they melt like a chocolate bar sitting in the window of a hot car. Getting a straight woman to become completely vulnerable at the hands of a lesbian is always a turn on. The problems start after the sex is over. Some women are able to move on and see it just for what it was…sex. Some women act like they’ve lost their virginity all over again and become overly clingy. Then there are women like Jazmine that get confused and don’t know if they want men or women. I just messed up both of our lives by getting involved with her on that level. I really don’t know why I was investing my time in her when from the jump she was being shady and childish about simple things.

The minute I left her house, I called up an old friend to help me blow off some steam. She and I have slept around a few times in the past and she’s proven herself to be the perfect stress reliever. After the first time we slept together I started calling her Subway. Corny I know, but it was years ago when I came up with the name. I refused to learn her real name because then I’d feel some sort of attachment to her and I didn’t have time for that. She always let me have my way and never put up a fight even when it was something she was comfortable with. We agreed that the day either one of us sends the text, “The End”, was the day that our sexual antics would end. As I was driving to her house I sent her a text to let her know I was on the way. I know it’s messed up to go fuck another woman when I just had an argument with Jazz, but I needed to let my anger out in the best way I knew how.

When I pulled up to my friends house, there was another girl there with her. Both of them was looking hella good and it looked like the girl was getting ready to leave. “Subway” was standing at the door with a robe on that barely covered her chocolate breast trying to break free. Her hair black with smoke gray highlights cut in an asymmetrical bob, and her thick lips painted with the right amount of plum lipstick. As for the friend she had almond like skin, with gray eyes, long curly brown hair and an ass that was made to hold a thanksgiving dinner. I’ve got to have both of them right now and I know with one look from me I can convince Subway to make it happen. Walking up to the door I was introduced to her friend, her name was Amari. Not really caring about pleasantries, I pulled them both in the house and stood in front of the door preventing Amari from being able to leave. Pulling Subway into my arms, I tongued her down making her legs weak and causing her to fall into me. Every so often I’d take glances at the friend and she’d be looking at me and biting her lips. Guess I won’t need help convincing her to join after all. I pulled her over to us and forced my tongue into her mouth. With no hesitation she immediately gave me control and let my tongue overpower her tastebuds. Damn, I got two women willing to submit to me. Pushing them further in the house to the family room, I had Subway undress Amari as I watched and stripped out of my clothes. Sitting on the couch I made them make-out as I teased their naked flesh with my tongue, balıkesir escort lips and fingertips.

I was growing tired of this foreplay shit by the second. Pulling Amari above me, I started eating her out while Subway went to work on me. One of my hands was tangled in Subway’s hair as I grinded my pussy into her face. The other hand was roaming all over Amari’s ass while she slowing bounced up and down on my face. There was nothing but the sounds of muffled moans and screams being tossed around the room. As badly as I wanted to cum, I just wasn’t getting to that point yet. Switching things up, I make Amari lie down on the couch and I straddle her face while Subway takes care of her. The second Amari’s tongue connected with my clit, my body instantly tensed up. I was afraid to grind my hips against her face, fearing I would do something causing that feeling to go away. My hands gripping at her hair pulling her closer into me and my mouth gaped open. She refused to let up and I damn sure didn’t want her to. Regaining my senses I was only able to utter the words fuck, shit, and damn. Grabbing one of her hands I made her slide two fingers in me. Instantly finding my spot, my body grew weak causing me to drop and lean over the armrest of the couch. With four more strokes of her long fingers I was cumming all over her tongue. She moved from under me and I was able to drop back on the couch. I pushed the two of them together and forced them to kiss, mixing my juices with Amari’s. I know that shit had to taste like paradise. I was still a little tense so I made them fuck each other until they came as I watched. My pocket rocket vibrator attacking my clit until I come again and my juices are flying all over the floor.

Throwing my clothes on I take one last look at them sprawled out on the floor. I got what I came for, now it’s time to head home. Time for part two of my “fuck that bitch” recovery…go to the club, get fucked up and find a new bitch to fuck for the night. Yeah my methods are unorthodox but oh well the shit makes me happy.

Jazz POV

After Kymona stormed out of my house, I had all types of emotions running through my body. I felt terrible for accusing her without asking her, felt like shit because she regrets the idea of loving me and pissed the fuck off that Zuri would lie to me the way she did. What was her reason for lying anyways? Granted she knows what Ky does because they’ve worked together, but why lie to me about them sleeping together if she don’t like females like that in the first place? I need to know her reason behind all this and then maybe somehow I can fix things with Kymona. I call Zuri up and tell her to be at my place in the next half hour. I tell her some bullshit story about how Ky put her hands on me after I confronted her about the two of them. I knew she would speed over here just to be involved with some drama.

“Yo where she at?! Get ya shit so we can lay this bitch out ’cause don’t nobody put their hands on my best friend!”

“I lied Zuri.”

“You what?”

“I lied. She didn’t put her hands on me.”

“Why would you lie about something like that?”

“Well I learned from you. I wanted my life to seem more interesting so I added some things to the story to make it more believable.”

“I didn’t lie about anything Jazz. Kymona and I did sleep together.”

“But that was months ago. From what you told me y’all just had sex after a business meeting. She said you were the one trying to take things further. My question is why would you do that if you’re not gay?”

“You seriously going to believe a bitch you just met over me?”

“Don’t bartın escort try to switch shit up! Kymona has no reason to lie to me about anything, you on the other hand always felt the need to lie about little shit. Why did you do it?”

“I was getting paid to do it.”

“By whom and how much?”

“$1500 and by this old dude named Montell. He saw that Kymona and I were friends on Facebook and started questioning me on how I knew her. He said if I seduced her again and kept her away from you he’d give me more money.”

“Did you ever stop to think why he was asking you to do that?”

“No because I needed the money at the time. Plus I thought it was an inside joke between y’all.”

“Why not call and ask me to find out? You have got to be the dumbest bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Jazz don’t come at me…”

“Don’t tell me what to do Zuri. You fucked up a potentially good relationship all to make some money. No real friend would ever do some shit like this just to make some quick money.”

“Well it doesn’t matter now because you obviously still fuckin’ with her so I’m not getting the money. Now you know the truth so can I go be out now?”

I can’t believe this bitch is acting like everything she’s saying is normal. I considered her to be one of my closest friends and she sells me out for money and doesn’t even know why. She was ready to mess my life up for a measly $1500. That shit would’ve been gone in a matter of two weeks, maybe even one the way she spends money. Then on top of all that it’s Montell bitch ass that’s behind all of this. I don’t know what’s crazier, Zuri believing Montell or Montell blackmailing Zuri in order to get me in his bed. I definitely have to force Kymona to speak to me because she needs to hear this directly from the horse’s mouth. Forcing Zuri in my car, I head over to Ky’s house. If I didn’t bring this bitch she would never believe anything that comes from my mouth. I really hope she’s home and if she is I pray she doesn’t slam the door in my face.

Kymona POV

I was woken up by the sounds of a nonstop ringing doorbell and repeated pounds of what sounded like hands and feet at my door. Not too many people know that I live here so I don’t know who could be banging my door down like they’re crazy. Turning over to check the time I see it’s almost three in the afternoon. Damn last night had to have been crazy ’cause I never sleep this late. As much as I wanted to retrace my steps from last nights events, I couldn’t because the knocking and ringing seemed to be never ending. Stumbling down the steps, I open the door to discover Zuri and Jazmine staring back at me. I don’t recall my schedule saying deal with bullshit as soon as you get up, but here it is meeting me at my front door.

“What are you doing here Jazz and why is this bitch on my doorstep?”

“I brought her here because you need to know the truth.”

“I’m sorry, but last I checked you were the one with trust issues and believing everything you heard.”

“Ky I’m serious. We can discuss our shit later, but right now we need to come in and talk about how this started in the first place.”

I really didn’t want to let her ass in, but I knew something had to be up. We’re both stubborn women and we’d never feel the need to explain ourselves unless shit got real deep. Besides I was curious as to why Zuri lied in the first place. I step aside to let them in, leading them to the kitchen so I could make me a cup of coffee. The minute I turn to face them, Jazz is talking a mile a minute. All I heard was Montell, $1500, and fake ass bitch. Forcing her to stop talking batman escort I made Zuri explain since she caused this whirlwind of chaos.

“So let me get this straight, you were going to sell out your best friend to some guy you knew nothing about?”

“Like I told Jazz, I thought it was an inside joke going on between the three of you. At the time it never crossed my mind to figure out how he knew Jazmine.”

“Yeah that was your first mistake. The second one was playing games with the woman that holds your career, lack thereof, in the palm of her hands.”

“Are you seriously thinking about stopping our work over something as small as this?” Both Jazmine and I looked at her like the dumb bitch she is.

“Zuri are you insane,” Jazz stood in front of me like she was protecting me from something. “This is nothing small to us. We were building on a friendship that was beginning to turn into something else until you inserted yourself into the equation. You didn’t even stop to question Montell’s motives as to why he wanted you to seduce Ky did you? He could have been a crazed stalker.”

Zuri suddenly had nothing to say so I took that as my cue to speak up. “I could careless about Montell and his motives because we both know he’s the devil himself. My issue with you Jazz is how you just took her word without speaking to me first. You say we were building on our friendship, but you treated me like nothing when it came to this situation.”

“I know Ky and I’m so sorry for that.”

“As for you Zuri you had no business to meddle in my personal life. The moment someone came to you with something concerning me you should have told me about it. As of today your contract with my company has been terminated and you’ll be lucky if you get any other offers in the city without your termination being noticed. With that being said you can find your way out of my house and off my property.”

She practically ran out of my house after that. I don’t need bitches like her in my life nor do I need them in my place of business. Jazmine still stood in front of me with her back facing me. Making her face me, we stood looking in each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever. I can’t say I didn’t have feelings for her because that was too much time invested in getting to know her and getting her to open up to me. I know she was hurt when I said I regretted loving her, but I don’t think anything would hurt her more than knowing I fucked two bitches right after leaving her place. I can tell by her eyes that there is a completely different side of her hidden deep within, but it needs my help pulling it out and bringing it to the light. I know this because I need her to bring the old me back to the surface. When I’m around her I feel compassionate, at ease, bubbly, free, untouchable. We stood in silence for awhile before she decided to put an end to it.

“Ky I would like to start over with a clean slate. I know I’m complicated to be with, but I know if I’m with you you’ll teach me how not to be so complicated. I want you to teach me how to love, teach me how to let go and be free with you, teach me how to trust. I want to go through a learning and growing experience, but only with you. Please let’s stop these silly games and just be together.”

“I would like nothing more than to try this again, but first I need to confess something of my own.”

“If it was something from the past it doesn’t matter.”

“This is actually something that just happened. You see after I left your house the other day I…” Just before I could get the words out of my mouth, a set of twin girls with olive skin, deep wavy hair down to their backs, thick hips, fat asses, brown eyes and more walked into my kitchen. To make matters worse they came down in towels with nothing but water droplets covering the bare visible pieces of skin. Damn what did I really get myself into last night? Looks like my little confession is going to take longer than I anticipated.

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Ringing My Bell Pt. 02

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Sorry for the long delay in writing. I had started a couple of new stories and sequels to some ongoing ones. Unfortunately, I somehow lost the flash drives that they were kept on. Then I got busy with other projects that took time away from my writing. I did work up a couple of new stories though. Don’t worry, I am currently working on another installment of Damage Control along with the next part of Giving Myself to my Friends. Unfortunately, my mind kind of wanders occasionally, so I tend to write on the story that my mind dictates at the time.

For the person who commented to me that they really liked my Linda series, then was disappointed that I went back to ‘This Crap’, The first part of another lesbian romance will be submitted shortly. Sorry, I go where the dark forces of my mind dictate. I feel it would be cheating the readers if I tried to force writing a particular story if I wasn’t fully into it.

OK, Legal bullshit: Fiction, not real, everyone over 18, don’t bother with comments on spelling or grammar, I read stories here too, so I know that I am far from the worst in those areas.

Now, without further ado….

Ringing My Bell 02:

I woke up on the chaise lounge to see my son and all his friends in the back yard. They were in their swim suits getting the BBQ ready and hanging around the pool. I gasped as I looked down to realize that I was completely naked.

“Back with us, my little pet?” I heard from behind me.

Spinning my head around, I looked into the smiling face of Lana, my son’s girlfriend. Suddenly, everything came back to me. Lana had just made me cum in front of my son and all his friends. My God! That was the biggest orgasm that I had ever had. Furthermore, I also remembered that she made me pledge to be her sex slave before she allowed me to cum.

“That must have been one huge orgasm, Sweetie. You’ve been out for about 10-minutes. Now that you’re awake, it’s time to begin your duties.” She stated with an evil grin.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What have I gotten myself into? She must have seen the shock in my face, because she continued.

“Don’t worry if you can’t remember everything. At least half of the people here caught it all on video with their phones. Kevin already downloaded them and is compiling everything into one really great video for us. I’ll let you watch it when he’s done, so you can remember what you promised me.”

I remembered something about piercings and submitting to her. Now, there was a video of my humiliation. Fuck!

“OK, Pet. That’s enough laying around. Time for you to get to work. First off, you need to thank me for the wonderful orgasm I gave you.” She ordered as she got up, straddled my head, and lowered herself as she pulled the crotch of her bikini aside.

“But, Lana. I-I-I’ve n-n-never done…” I started to protest.

“You’ve never gone down on a girl? Oooohhh, perfect! I love breaking in new girls. Come on now, get that tongue out and start licking.” She ordered.

I didn’t really have much choice, so I closed my eyes and began to lick her when she rested her pussy on my mouth.

“OPEN YOUR EYES, AND KEEP THEM OPEN!” She yelled.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that she was holding her phone and taking video of me. My eyes flicked around and saw three other people videoing the action. Shit! That’s when my brain finally caught up with what was going on and began analyzing other inputs from my body. Taste, for example. I had never tasted myself before. Blow-jobs on my husband were always done before he fucked my pussy. I never let him put his cock in my mouth unless to was clean. Now, I was tasting a pussy for the first time. I decided that it really wasn’t bad. A touch sweet, a but musky, overall, I kind of liked it. That revelation increased my enthusiasm to get more.

“Looks like you like this. That’s good, because you will be doing a LOT of this. You’re not bad for a beginner, but we will definitely need to work on your technique later. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plenty of practice.” Lana said as she began to grind on my face.

I can’t really describe exactly what I was doing, because all I remember was just licking and trying to get as much of her juice as I could. I must have been doing OK, because after about 10-minutes, she gasped and shuddered as a flood of her nectar entered my mouth.

After a few minutes, she got up and readjusted her bikini. “OK, girls. She is out in the sun, and we don’t want her to burn, so let’s get her lathered up with sunscreen.”

“Hey,” Charlie hollered. “When do we get to play with her?”

“Didn’t your mama teach you any manners, Charlie? Ladies first. Don’t worry, you will have plenty of time with her later.” Lana grinned.

Suddenly, I was being caressed by a multitude of soft, feminine hands as they lathered my body in sunscreen. They seemed to be paying particular attention to my breasts and pussy, but they did get everything covered. Hands caressed and gently squeezed my breasts, pinched and pulled my sensitive nipples, and rubbing my pussy. I began to emit soft moans as two fingers entered my slit. ardahan escort Shockwaves went through my body as a finger flicked my clitoris. Within just a few minutes, I could feel an orgasm rising through my body.

“That’s enough, girls.” Lana spoke. “I don’t want her to orgasm again just yet.”

“Nnnnoooooo.” Came from my lips as the hands suddenly disappeared.

Lana’s mouth was beside my ear. “I control your orgasms from now on. You need to work for them, so do a good job and I will allow you to cum.” She stood up. “Alright. Let’s give her some practice eating pussy.”

Lana sat down in a chair placed beside me as another girl straddled my head. It was Jane. She was a tall redhead with ginormous breasts. I barely had time to notice that she only had a red heart shape of manicured hair above her pussy. Dutifully, I began licking as her pussy came into contact. One after another, I licked each girl to orgasm. Mary, a short brunette with a shaved pussy. April, another brunette with a shaved pussy, and Madison. A blonde with a blonde racing stripe. Lana would occasionally stroke my pussy, keeping me on edge, but never going over. I began refining my technique as I began paying more attention to the sounds and movements of the girls as I explored their pussies. I heard them discussing how I seemed to be getting a little better with each girl.

I eventually managed to get all five girls off — a couple of them twice. Of course, each girl had to video her turn riding my face.

“OK. Break time.” Lana announced. “After all, she still has a long day ahead, and we don’t want to wear her out too fast. Besides, I think it’s time that I gave her some of her rules of service to me.”

Break time, my ass! I was in desperate need of an orgasm. Lana had kept me right on edge as I ate every one of the girls. She wouldn’t let me get off, so I started to bring my hands up to my breasts and pussy. She just swatted them away before I could do anything.

“Don’t even think about it, slut!” She glared at me. “I control your orgasms now. You don’t cum unless I give you permission. That’s rule number one. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lana.” I quietly replied.

“Rule two, you address me a Mistress. Any other woman, you address as ma’am, and guys will be addressed as Sir.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Rule three. You are to immediately obey any command I give you without hesitation. I will never cause any physical harm to come to you or get you in any legal trouble, but I will cause you humiliation. Any disobedience or hesitation on your part will bring a punishment.”

She kept gently stroking my pussy all the time.

“Rule four. You are to remain naked at all times unless specifically instructed otherwise. When you are allowed to wear clothes, those clothes will be picked out and given to you. You are to wear only what is given to you. Nothing else. Do you understand, Slut?”

“Yes Mistress. I am to remain naked unless given clothes to wear. I am to wear only what I am given.” I responded.

“Rule five. You are to refer to body parts correctly. Little girls have vaginas, so that word is out of your vocabulary. Women have pussies and breasts. You are a slave, not a woman. Slaves have tits and cunts.”

“Yes Mistress. I have tits and a cunt. You and other women have breasts and pussies.”

“Rule six. Regardless of what women call them, slaves always refer to men’s dicks as a cock.”

“Yes Mistress. Mistress, please. I need to cum so bad. Please.”

Yes, pathetic, but I was really desperate. The humiliation of being naked in front of everyone and being forced to eat all those pussies while everyone watched, along with the constant teasing of Mistress’s fingers on my cunt had me burning up.

“You already came once today. From now on, you need to earn your orgasms.”

“But Mistress, I made all the girls cum already.”

“Yes, but none of the guys have cum yet, and I’m pretty sure that they really need to after watching you cum then eating all those pussies. Now, your job is to give all the guys here blow-jobs and swallow all their cum. Then, we will see about letting you cum again.”

“Yes. Mistress.” I replied in defeat.

“On your knees, my Pet.” Mistress ordered. “Time to really test your obedience.” Turning to my son, she called out. “Luke, as she is your mom, you get to go first.”

WHAT???? It suddenly struck me that I would be expected to have sex with my own son! I froze. This was incest. It was wrong. I couldn’t do this. Luke was now in front of me. I looked up into his face. He was grinning down at me. Obviously, he didn’t have a problem with this. I looked over to Lana. She could see the reluctance in my eyes.

“Don’t think of him as your son. To you, it is just another cock to service. Refuse this and you will not be allowed to orgasm, plus you earn a punishment on top of that. Maybe, I’ll shove that vibrator up your cunt, turn it on low, and tie you to a chair so you will be teased and not allowed to cum for the rest of the night.”

I looked back at my son. God, artvin escort I was horney. I looked down at the ground, my mind in turmoil. Finally, I sighed in defeat and reached up to the waistband of Luke’s swim trunks. I pulled them down until his cock sprang free. Yep, he was his dad’s son. I was staring at a very thick 8-inches of cock. Just like his dad. I closed my eyes and forced my mind to think of it as just a cock, without trying to think about who it was actually attached to. I reached up, grabbed it and guided my mouth to it. My husband used to tell me that I was pretty good at sucking cock. Just pretend it’s his, I thought. I took the head of the cock between my lips and ran my tongue around it, slathering it with saliva. I felt it jerk a bit. After a minute of that, I slowly began to push forward, taking it deeper into my mouth. When the head bumped into the opening of my throat, I pulled back, using my tongue to lavish the shaft. I slowly bobbed up and down as I coated it with my spittle. Every time I pulled back; my hand followed. I used the saliva as a lubricant for my hand as I twisted it up and down the shaft. Finally, with the head at the back of my mouth, I took a deep breath and pushed forward. I heard him groan as his cock entered my throat. I kept pushing until my nose bumped into his stomach. My throat contracted a couple of times as if I were swallowing.

“Oh, Fuck!” I heard him moan.

I pulled back out, took a breath, and pushed back in. I did this a couple more times before pulling all the way back and running my tongue around the head again. Suddenly, he grabbed my head, roared out, and began spurting into my mouth. I began swallowing as fast as I could as his semen filled my mouth and coated my tongue. I have swallowed cum from my husband before. I really never cared much about the taste. I was always a touch salty and bland. This was no different. Finally, he blew the last little dribble out. I continued to suck a bit more to get it all, then I pulled back and let him fall free of my lips.

“Holy Fuck! That was great! I am definitely looking forward to doing that a lot more.” Luke grinned.

Lana was squatting right behind me and whispered in my ear. “Thank him for the snack, slut.”

Slowly raising my eyes to my son’s face, I spoke, “Thank you for that wonderful snack, Sir.”

“There’s always more when you want, Mom.” He replied.

“OK, Slut. John is just putting the meat on the grill. You have until the meat is ready to get all the guys off. Just to make it more interesting, I’m going to tie your hands behind your back so you can only use your mouth. Swallow everyone’s cum before John takes the meat off the grill, and you can cum. Fail, and you don’t cum until the night is over.”

I stood up, and Lana pulled my arms behind my back. She had me grab my forearms as she tied my wrists to the opposite elbow. As she was tying my arms, Luke took the opportunity to play. He began with gently fondling by tits as his thumbs brushed my nipples. Eventually, he moved one hand down and began playing with my cunt. A couple of other guys moved over and also began exploring my body with their hands. Finally, Lana finished her rope work, and lead me by my arm to another one of the guys. She guided me to my knees, and I was staring at another hard cock. Quickly realizing that I was on a deadline, I opened my mouth and quickly devoured the cock in front of me. No teasing this time. I simply swallowed it and went to work. A couple of minutes later, he was spurting down my throat. That cock was quickly replaced by another, then another. Three down, two to go. John and Mike were over by the grill. Lana helped me to my feet and walked me over. Mike went first. He had more staying power, and it took a bit longer before he fed me his cum. Then it was John’s turn. Mike took over on the grill while John fed me his meat. No subtleties here. He just grabbed my head and went for a full-on face fucking. I was just a passenger on his train to pleasure. All I could do was keep my mouth open and relax my throat. It was only a few minutes before my stomach received another helping of protein. As John was pulling his trunks up, I saw Mike had just started removing the steaks from the grill.

“Congratulations, Slut.” Lana whispered. “You just made it. I’ll let you cum while the meat is resting.”

For those of you unfamiliar with real BBQing, it is important to let the meat rest after removing it from the grill. This entails placing it on a platter and covering it with foil. You then let it sit for about 15 to 20 minutes before cutting or serving it. This makes the meat more tender when you eat it. Regardless, right then, that meant that I had 15 minutes to get my relief.

“So, here’s the deal, slut.” Lana announced. “You get to cum, but only if you can convince one of the guys to fuck you. If you can get one of them to fuck your cunt, you can ride him for as many orgasms as you can until we are ready to eat. It looks like you drained them all pretty well, so good luck.”

John had the second biggest cock there (next to Luke), so aydın escort I started with him. Unfortunately, he turned me down, saying that he had just cum and also needed to clean and shut down the grill. Mike was next, because he seemed to have the longest staying power. I figured that he could give me the longest ride. Nope. He said he was helping John. FUCK! After Kevin turned me down, I began to suspect a set-up. I finally begged Charlie. I told him I would do anything he wanted. I rubbed my tits on his chest. I even bent down and licked his nipples. I could see that crack start. He almost broke until Lana stepped up and whispered something in his ear. Yep. I was being set up for something.

There was only one guy left, but I couldn’t do that. I struggled with the war between my need and my conscience. I needed to cum, but it would be incest. I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant. Luke was a very difficult birth, and I had my tubes tied right after he was born. The doctor had recommended against having another baby because of the issues that I had with Luke. Still, it would be fucking my son in front of all his friends. All the while that I was fighting this battle, Lana kept toying with my tits and cunt. My conscience was slowly losing the war. I bowed my head in defeat and walked up to Luke.

“Please, Sir. Will you please fuck me?” I asked softly.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t hear you.” Luke grinned.

“Please, Sir. Will you please fuck me?” I said much louder.

“Hmmmm. Tempting, but I’m not sure.”

“OH GOD! Please! Please, please fuck me! I need it soooo bad.” I wailed

“What is it exactly that you want me to do?” He teased.

“I need you to fuck me! I need you to shove your huge cock up my cunt and fuck me until I cum.” I cried.

Luke sighed as if I had asked him for some monumental favor that he really didn’t want to do. “Fine, but you are going to do all the work.”

By this time, my conscience was nothing more than a slight whisper in the back of my head. I needed to get fucked. He walked over to the grass, slid off his board shorts and laid down on his back. His 8-inches of man meat was sticking up like a flag pole.

“Well, come on. Get on it and start riding.” My son ordered.

I ran over and straddled his body, quickly lowering myself to my knees. With a bit of effort (not being able to use my hands) I managed to get the tip of his cock at my slit, but not inside.

“Please, Sir. Will you guide it in?” I asked.

He reached down and held it steady as I rose up and positioned it below my hole. I slowly lowered down and felt it enter my cunt. Oh my God, it was big. It had been a long time since I had anything except my vibrator up there, and that wasn’t nearly as big and thick as Luke’s cock. I kept lowering myself until I was resting on his crotch. I sat there for a minute to adjust to his size, then started to pull back up. I tried to go slowly at first, but it was only a few strokes before the pleasure began to take control. I began riding him faster. I felt the orgasm rising. Luke reached up and began playing with my tits. He squeezed and twisted my diamond hard nipples. Suddenly, Lana reached over and flicked my clit with her fingers, and I skyrocketed. I screamed out as the orgasm overtook me. Luke grabbed my hips and began driving into me from below. That brought on a second before the first one had completed. I collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over. He began jackhammering me from above. A third orgasm took me over. I was almost comatose when I felt him discharge into me.

Everyone was eating at the table as I recovered my senses. I got up and staggered over, only to find that there was no place setting for me.

“Over here, Slut. You may kneel beside me, and I will feed you.” Ordered Lana. She was sitting at the end of the table, so there was room for me beside her. Head lowered in shame, I went over and kneeled beside her chair. Her fingers appeared before me with a small piece of steak. She placed it in my mouth when I opened. Everyone was engaged in the conversation, completely ignoring me. Lana continued to eat normally, with the occasional morsel fed to me with her fingers as if I was a puppy.

Dinner (or more like lunch, as it was only about 2-oclock in the afternoon) was finished, and Lana untied my arms and ordered me to clean everything up as they went swimming. Of course, they were all in their bikinis and swim trunks, while I was still completely naked.

I did notice several stares from the assorted group as my tits swayed and wobbled as I worked. That isn’t even mentioning the times I bent over and flashed my ass and cunt to everyone. The humiliation was really driving me insane with lust. I finally had all the leftovers and condiments (is that what you call a mint flavored condom? Yeah, I have a warped sense of humor) put away and was about to take the last of the dishes into the house when I was summoned to the pool to take drink refill orders. With the drinks taken care of, I finished rinsing and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. More drink orders as I was about to start cleaning the grill. As I was cleaning the grill, Lana got out of the pool and began making some phone calls. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, because she was on a lounge chair on the other side of the yard. It was after 3-o’clock when I finally finished cleaning up.

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Ringing My Bell Pt. 02

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Sorry for the long delay in writing. I had started a couple of new stories and sequels to some ongoing ones. Unfortunately, I somehow lost the flash drives that they were kept on. Then I got busy with other projects that took time away from my writing. I did work up a couple of new stories though. Don’t worry, I am currently working on another installment of Damage Control along with the next part of Giving Myself to my Friends. Unfortunately, my mind kind of wanders occasionally, so I tend to write on the story that my mind dictates at the time.

For the person who commented to me that they really liked my Linda series, then was disappointed that I went back to ‘This Crap’, The first part of another lesbian romance will be submitted shortly. Sorry, I go where the dark forces of my mind dictate. I feel it would be cheating the readers if I tried to force writing a particular story if I wasn’t fully into it.

OK, Legal bullshit: Fiction, not real, everyone over 18, don’t bother with comments on spelling or grammar, I read stories here too, so I know that I am far from the worst in those areas.

Now, without further ado….

Ringing My Bell 02:

I woke up on the chaise lounge to see my son and all his friends in the back yard. They were in their swim suits getting the BBQ ready and hanging around the pool. I gasped as I looked down to realize that I was completely naked.

“Back with us, my little pet?” I heard from behind me.

Spinning my head around, I looked into the smiling face of Lana, my son’s girlfriend. Suddenly, everything came back to me. Lana had just made me cum in front of my son and all his friends. My God! That was the biggest orgasm that I had ever had. Furthermore, I also remembered that she made me pledge to be her sex slave before she allowed me to cum.

“That must have been one huge orgasm, Sweetie. You’ve been out for about 10-minutes. Now that you’re awake, it’s time to begin your duties.” She stated with an evil grin.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What have I gotten myself into? She must have seen the shock in my face, because she continued.

“Don’t worry if you can’t remember everything. At least half of the people here caught it all on video with their phones. Kevin already downloaded them and is compiling everything into one really great video for us. I’ll let you watch it when he’s done, so you can remember what you promised me.”

I remembered something about piercings and submitting to her. Now, there was a video of my humiliation. Fuck!

“OK, Pet. That’s enough laying around. Time for you to get to work. First off, you need to thank me for the wonderful orgasm I gave you.” She ordered as she got up, straddled my head, and lowered herself as she pulled the crotch of her bikini aside.

“But, Lana. I-I-I’ve n-n-never done…” I started to protest.

“You’ve never gone down on a girl? Oooohhh, perfect! I love breaking in new girls. Come on now, get that tongue out and start licking.” She ordered.

I didn’t really have much choice, so I closed my eyes and began to lick her when she rested her pussy on my mouth.

“OPEN YOUR EYES, AND KEEP THEM OPEN!” She yelled.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that she was holding her phone and taking video of me. My eyes flicked around and saw three other people videoing the action. Shit! That’s when my brain finally caught up with what was going on and began analyzing other inputs from my body. Taste, for example. I had never tasted myself before. Blow-jobs on my husband were always done before he fucked my pussy. I never let him put his cock in my mouth unless to was clean. Now, I was tasting a pussy for the first time. I decided that it really wasn’t bad. A touch sweet, a but musky, overall, I kind of liked it. That revelation increased my enthusiasm to get more.

“Looks like you like this. That’s good, because you will be doing a LOT of this. You’re not bad for a beginner, but we will definitely need to work on your technique later. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plenty of practice.” Lana said as she began to grind on my face.

I can’t really describe exactly what I was doing, because all I remember was just licking and trying to get as much of her juice as I could. I must have been doing OK, because after about 10-minutes, she gasped and shuddered as a flood of her nectar entered my mouth.

After a few minutes, she got up and readjusted her bikini. “OK, girls. She is out in the sun, and we don’t want her to burn, so let’s get her lathered up with sunscreen.”

“Hey,” Charlie hollered. “When do we get to play with her?”

“Didn’t your mama teach you any manners, Charlie? Ladies first. Don’t worry, you will have plenty of time with her later.” Lana grinned.

Suddenly, I was being caressed by a multitude of soft, feminine hands as they lathered my body in sunscreen. They seemed to be paying particular attention to my breasts and pussy, but they did get everything covered. Hands caressed and gently squeezed my breasts, pinched and pulled my sensitive nipples, and rubbing my pussy. I began to emit soft moans as two fingers entered my slit. ardahan escort Shockwaves went through my body as a finger flicked my clitoris. Within just a few minutes, I could feel an orgasm rising through my body.

“That’s enough, girls.” Lana spoke. “I don’t want her to orgasm again just yet.”

“Nnnnoooooo.” Came from my lips as the hands suddenly disappeared.

Lana’s mouth was beside my ear. “I control your orgasms from now on. You need to work for them, so do a good job and I will allow you to cum.” She stood up. “Alright. Let’s give her some practice eating pussy.”

Lana sat down in a chair placed beside me as another girl straddled my head. It was Jane. She was a tall redhead with ginormous breasts. I barely had time to notice that she only had a red heart shape of manicured hair above her pussy. Dutifully, I began licking as her pussy came into contact. One after another, I licked each girl to orgasm. Mary, a short brunette with a shaved pussy. April, another brunette with a shaved pussy, and Madison. A blonde with a blonde racing stripe. Lana would occasionally stroke my pussy, keeping me on edge, but never going over. I began refining my technique as I began paying more attention to the sounds and movements of the girls as I explored their pussies. I heard them discussing how I seemed to be getting a little better with each girl.

I eventually managed to get all five girls off — a couple of them twice. Of course, each girl had to video her turn riding my face.

“OK. Break time.” Lana announced. “After all, she still has a long day ahead, and we don’t want to wear her out too fast. Besides, I think it’s time that I gave her some of her rules of service to me.”

Break time, my ass! I was in desperate need of an orgasm. Lana had kept me right on edge as I ate every one of the girls. She wouldn’t let me get off, so I started to bring my hands up to my breasts and pussy. She just swatted them away before I could do anything.

“Don’t even think about it, slut!” She glared at me. “I control your orgasms now. You don’t cum unless I give you permission. That’s rule number one. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lana.” I quietly replied.

“Rule two, you address me a Mistress. Any other woman, you address as ma’am, and guys will be addressed as Sir.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Rule three. You are to immediately obey any command I give you without hesitation. I will never cause any physical harm to come to you or get you in any legal trouble, but I will cause you humiliation. Any disobedience or hesitation on your part will bring a punishment.”

She kept gently stroking my pussy all the time.

“Rule four. You are to remain naked at all times unless specifically instructed otherwise. When you are allowed to wear clothes, those clothes will be picked out and given to you. You are to wear only what is given to you. Nothing else. Do you understand, Slut?”

“Yes Mistress. I am to remain naked unless given clothes to wear. I am to wear only what I am given.” I responded.

“Rule five. You are to refer to body parts correctly. Little girls have vaginas, so that word is out of your vocabulary. Women have pussies and breasts. You are a slave, not a woman. Slaves have tits and cunts.”

“Yes Mistress. I have tits and a cunt. You and other women have breasts and pussies.”

“Rule six. Regardless of what women call them, slaves always refer to men’s dicks as a cock.”

“Yes Mistress. Mistress, please. I need to cum so bad. Please.”

Yes, pathetic, but I was really desperate. The humiliation of being naked in front of everyone and being forced to eat all those pussies while everyone watched, along with the constant teasing of Mistress’s fingers on my cunt had me burning up.

“You already came once today. From now on, you need to earn your orgasms.”

“But Mistress, I made all the girls cum already.”

“Yes, but none of the guys have cum yet, and I’m pretty sure that they really need to after watching you cum then eating all those pussies. Now, your job is to give all the guys here blow-jobs and swallow all their cum. Then, we will see about letting you cum again.”

“Yes. Mistress.” I replied in defeat.

“On your knees, my Pet.” Mistress ordered. “Time to really test your obedience.” Turning to my son, she called out. “Luke, as she is your mom, you get to go first.”

WHAT???? It suddenly struck me that I would be expected to have sex with my own son! I froze. This was incest. It was wrong. I couldn’t do this. Luke was now in front of me. I looked up into his face. He was grinning down at me. Obviously, he didn’t have a problem with this. I looked over to Lana. She could see the reluctance in my eyes.

“Don’t think of him as your son. To you, it is just another cock to service. Refuse this and you will not be allowed to orgasm, plus you earn a punishment on top of that. Maybe, I’ll shove that vibrator up your cunt, turn it on low, and tie you to a chair so you will be teased and not allowed to cum for the rest of the night.”

I looked back at my son. God, artvin escort I was horney. I looked down at the ground, my mind in turmoil. Finally, I sighed in defeat and reached up to the waistband of Luke’s swim trunks. I pulled them down until his cock sprang free. Yep, he was his dad’s son. I was staring at a very thick 8-inches of cock. Just like his dad. I closed my eyes and forced my mind to think of it as just a cock, without trying to think about who it was actually attached to. I reached up, grabbed it and guided my mouth to it. My husband used to tell me that I was pretty good at sucking cock. Just pretend it’s his, I thought. I took the head of the cock between my lips and ran my tongue around it, slathering it with saliva. I felt it jerk a bit. After a minute of that, I slowly began to push forward, taking it deeper into my mouth. When the head bumped into the opening of my throat, I pulled back, using my tongue to lavish the shaft. I slowly bobbed up and down as I coated it with my spittle. Every time I pulled back; my hand followed. I used the saliva as a lubricant for my hand as I twisted it up and down the shaft. Finally, with the head at the back of my mouth, I took a deep breath and pushed forward. I heard him groan as his cock entered my throat. I kept pushing until my nose bumped into his stomach. My throat contracted a couple of times as if I were swallowing.

“Oh, Fuck!” I heard him moan.

I pulled back out, took a breath, and pushed back in. I did this a couple more times before pulling all the way back and running my tongue around the head again. Suddenly, he grabbed my head, roared out, and began spurting into my mouth. I began swallowing as fast as I could as his semen filled my mouth and coated my tongue. I have swallowed cum from my husband before. I really never cared much about the taste. I was always a touch salty and bland. This was no different. Finally, he blew the last little dribble out. I continued to suck a bit more to get it all, then I pulled back and let him fall free of my lips.

“Holy Fuck! That was great! I am definitely looking forward to doing that a lot more.” Luke grinned.

Lana was squatting right behind me and whispered in my ear. “Thank him for the snack, slut.”

Slowly raising my eyes to my son’s face, I spoke, “Thank you for that wonderful snack, Sir.”

“There’s always more when you want, Mom.” He replied.

“OK, Slut. John is just putting the meat on the grill. You have until the meat is ready to get all the guys off. Just to make it more interesting, I’m going to tie your hands behind your back so you can only use your mouth. Swallow everyone’s cum before John takes the meat off the grill, and you can cum. Fail, and you don’t cum until the night is over.”

I stood up, and Lana pulled my arms behind my back. She had me grab my forearms as she tied my wrists to the opposite elbow. As she was tying my arms, Luke took the opportunity to play. He began with gently fondling by tits as his thumbs brushed my nipples. Eventually, he moved one hand down and began playing with my cunt. A couple of other guys moved over and also began exploring my body with their hands. Finally, Lana finished her rope work, and lead me by my arm to another one of the guys. She guided me to my knees, and I was staring at another hard cock. Quickly realizing that I was on a deadline, I opened my mouth and quickly devoured the cock in front of me. No teasing this time. I simply swallowed it and went to work. A couple of minutes later, he was spurting down my throat. That cock was quickly replaced by another, then another. Three down, two to go. John and Mike were over by the grill. Lana helped me to my feet and walked me over. Mike went first. He had more staying power, and it took a bit longer before he fed me his cum. Then it was John’s turn. Mike took over on the grill while John fed me his meat. No subtleties here. He just grabbed my head and went for a full-on face fucking. I was just a passenger on his train to pleasure. All I could do was keep my mouth open and relax my throat. It was only a few minutes before my stomach received another helping of protein. As John was pulling his trunks up, I saw Mike had just started removing the steaks from the grill.

“Congratulations, Slut.” Lana whispered. “You just made it. I’ll let you cum while the meat is resting.”

For those of you unfamiliar with real BBQing, it is important to let the meat rest after removing it from the grill. This entails placing it on a platter and covering it with foil. You then let it sit for about 15 to 20 minutes before cutting or serving it. This makes the meat more tender when you eat it. Regardless, right then, that meant that I had 15 minutes to get my relief.

“So, here’s the deal, slut.” Lana announced. “You get to cum, but only if you can convince one of the guys to fuck you. If you can get one of them to fuck your cunt, you can ride him for as many orgasms as you can until we are ready to eat. It looks like you drained them all pretty well, so good luck.”

John had the second biggest cock there (next to Luke), so aydın escort I started with him. Unfortunately, he turned me down, saying that he had just cum and also needed to clean and shut down the grill. Mike was next, because he seemed to have the longest staying power. I figured that he could give me the longest ride. Nope. He said he was helping John. FUCK! After Kevin turned me down, I began to suspect a set-up. I finally begged Charlie. I told him I would do anything he wanted. I rubbed my tits on his chest. I even bent down and licked his nipples. I could see that crack start. He almost broke until Lana stepped up and whispered something in his ear. Yep. I was being set up for something.

There was only one guy left, but I couldn’t do that. I struggled with the war between my need and my conscience. I needed to cum, but it would be incest. I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant. Luke was a very difficult birth, and I had my tubes tied right after he was born. The doctor had recommended against having another baby because of the issues that I had with Luke. Still, it would be fucking my son in front of all his friends. All the while that I was fighting this battle, Lana kept toying with my tits and cunt. My conscience was slowly losing the war. I bowed my head in defeat and walked up to Luke.

“Please, Sir. Will you please fuck me?” I asked softly.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t hear you.” Luke grinned.

“Please, Sir. Will you please fuck me?” I said much louder.

“Hmmmm. Tempting, but I’m not sure.”

“OH GOD! Please! Please, please fuck me! I need it soooo bad.” I wailed

“What is it exactly that you want me to do?” He teased.

“I need you to fuck me! I need you to shove your huge cock up my cunt and fuck me until I cum.” I cried.

Luke sighed as if I had asked him for some monumental favor that he really didn’t want to do. “Fine, but you are going to do all the work.”

By this time, my conscience was nothing more than a slight whisper in the back of my head. I needed to get fucked. He walked over to the grass, slid off his board shorts and laid down on his back. His 8-inches of man meat was sticking up like a flag pole.

“Well, come on. Get on it and start riding.” My son ordered.

I ran over and straddled his body, quickly lowering myself to my knees. With a bit of effort (not being able to use my hands) I managed to get the tip of his cock at my slit, but not inside.

“Please, Sir. Will you guide it in?” I asked.

He reached down and held it steady as I rose up and positioned it below my hole. I slowly lowered down and felt it enter my cunt. Oh my God, it was big. It had been a long time since I had anything except my vibrator up there, and that wasn’t nearly as big and thick as Luke’s cock. I kept lowering myself until I was resting on his crotch. I sat there for a minute to adjust to his size, then started to pull back up. I tried to go slowly at first, but it was only a few strokes before the pleasure began to take control. I began riding him faster. I felt the orgasm rising. Luke reached up and began playing with my tits. He squeezed and twisted my diamond hard nipples. Suddenly, Lana reached over and flicked my clit with her fingers, and I skyrocketed. I screamed out as the orgasm overtook me. Luke grabbed my hips and began driving into me from below. That brought on a second before the first one had completed. I collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over. He began jackhammering me from above. A third orgasm took me over. I was almost comatose when I felt him discharge into me.

Everyone was eating at the table as I recovered my senses. I got up and staggered over, only to find that there was no place setting for me.

“Over here, Slut. You may kneel beside me, and I will feed you.” Ordered Lana. She was sitting at the end of the table, so there was room for me beside her. Head lowered in shame, I went over and kneeled beside her chair. Her fingers appeared before me with a small piece of steak. She placed it in my mouth when I opened. Everyone was engaged in the conversation, completely ignoring me. Lana continued to eat normally, with the occasional morsel fed to me with her fingers as if I was a puppy.

Dinner (or more like lunch, as it was only about 2-oclock in the afternoon) was finished, and Lana untied my arms and ordered me to clean everything up as they went swimming. Of course, they were all in their bikinis and swim trunks, while I was still completely naked.

I did notice several stares from the assorted group as my tits swayed and wobbled as I worked. That isn’t even mentioning the times I bent over and flashed my ass and cunt to everyone. The humiliation was really driving me insane with lust. I finally had all the leftovers and condiments (is that what you call a mint flavored condom? Yeah, I have a warped sense of humor) put away and was about to take the last of the dishes into the house when I was summoned to the pool to take drink refill orders. With the drinks taken care of, I finished rinsing and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. More drink orders as I was about to start cleaning the grill. As I was cleaning the grill, Lana got out of the pool and began making some phone calls. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, because she was on a lounge chair on the other side of the yard. It was after 3-o’clock when I finally finished cleaning up.

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