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bundan 4 sene önce eşim uzun yıllardır görüp konuşmadığı teyzesinden gelen bir telefonla başladı eşim teyzesini hiç hatırlamıyor bile sadece fotoğraflardan falan görmüşlüğü vardır onlar marmariste oturuyorlar emekli bir çift bizde afyondayız eşim bir gün teyze illa bizi tatile çağırıyor dedi bende şimdi gidemeyeceğimiz yaz gelince birkaç gün gidebileceğimizi söyledim aslında gitmek istemiyordum ne yapacaktım yani yaşlı bir çiftin yanında sıkılırım bunalırım diye geçiştiriyordum.neyse günler aylar geçti bizim çocukta ısrar edince hadi gidelim dedik yola koyulduk.neyse adresi hemen bulduk zile bastık ne yalan söyleyim ben yaşlı bakımsız birini beklerken gayet bakımlı güzel biri açtı kapıyı çok şaşırdım teyzesi 50 yaşlarında 1.60 boyunda minyon tipli esmer bakımlı bir kadındı eşi biraz garip çocuk gibi biriydi neyse eve girdik dinlendik yemek falan derken o gün pek bişey yapmadık.ertesi gün planımız plaja gitmekti.sabah erkenden kahvaltı yaptık mangallıkları alarak plaja koştuk ben çocukla plajda oynarken eşim zaten girmez denize oda öğle yemeği için birşeyler hazırlıyordu teyzenin kocası biraz işim diyerek zaten gelmedi bizimle teyzede mayosunu giymiş yanımıza geldi ve ilk orada bende kıpırdanmalar oldu ben yüzme bilmem kıyıya oturup gelen dalga ile setrinliyordum teyze yanıma gelip ileriye gidelim dedi bende yüzme bilmediğimi korktuğumu söyledim oda bana tutunabilirsin dedi bende omuzlarından tutup gidecektim tenine dokununca içim gıdıklandı aletim sertleşti iyi ki denizdeydik oh kimse görmez dedim denizde yürürken 1-2 defa arkadan istem dışı aletim kalçasına değdi teyze hoooop damat kızımız yetmedi bizimi sikecen dedi birden kıpkırmızı oldum ne diyeceğimi bilemedim kem küm derken yılda birkez denize geliyorum bu kadar çıplak olunca kalkık olması normaldir dedim ahhh eniştende senin gibi olsa 1 saat uğraşıyorum kaldırmaya 1 dk da bitiyor dedi ne kadarda açık sözlüydü çok şaşırdım ama artık boyun hizamıza kadar gelmiştik dahada ileri gitmek istemedim bende yaşlanınca bende öyle olurum belki dedim oda o gençkende öyleleydi deyince tamam dedim bu karı yarrağa hasret dedim senin kadar güzel birine yazk olmuş dedim teyze ile muhabbetimiz koyulaştı iyice elini ilk belimden tuttu sonra yavaş yavaş şortumun içinden kalkmış yarrağımı sıvazladı öyle çok büyükte değildir ama 14-15 cm falan ben hiçbirşey yapamadım damat varmısın dedi beni sikmeye bende büyük bir heycanla evet dedim ama nasıl ? ben şimdi eşinin yanına gidecem ve acil eve gitmem gerek diyecem ne oldu diyecek olursa uzaktaki oğlunun acil para ihtiyacı olduğunu ve göndermem gerektiğini söylerim dedi illaki eşinde teyze ev uzak otobüs falan uğraşma eşim götürsün diyecektir dedi bende aynen o pek sever birilerini bana taşıtmayı dedim ve dediğimiz gibi oldu eşim teyzeye teyze eşim hemen seni bırakır hem bide bankaya giden falan yetişemezsin dedi ben eşime kızar gibi suratımı astım teyze uzaklaşınca eşim çakmasın diye kızdım neden böyle diyorsun kendi gitsin biz tatile geldik diye neyse fazla uzatmadan hemen arabaya atladık yolları bilmiyorum yanıma oturdu yolda başladı ellemeye 10 dk sonra eve geldik. hemen bir çırpıda soyunduk göğüsleri fazla büyük değil biraz sarkmış kalçalar yuvarlak.yatağa uzandı bende hemen yanına uzanıp dudaklarından öpmeye başladım diğer elimlede göğüserini ve uçlarını okşuyordum bazen elimi kilotunun üsütünden amına götürünce derinden ohhh çekiyordu aşağıya yöneldim külotunu çıkardım amı bir kaç günlük traşlı gibiydi am durakları kahverengi biraz büyüktü klitorisinden öpmeye başladım am dudaklarını emiyor orta parmağımın ilk boğumuna kadarda amına sokup çıkarıyordum ve içerden sıvılar az az geliyordu ve teyze resmen çıldırıyordu yaklaşık 20-25 dk yalama yaptım sonra alta yatıp üste çıkardım klitorisini penisime sürtüp zevk alıyordu onu kendi haline bıraktım sonra içine girip 1.postayı attım ama ne o nede ben doyamamıştık eşimde plaj da beklediği için hemen geri dönmemiz gerekiyordu hemen duş alıp plaja döndük BİTMEDİ DEVAMI GELECEK

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Merhaba,

İsmim Meral 33 yaşındayım. Büyük göğüslü ve büyük kalçalı balık etli sayılabilecek bir kadınım. Eşim Ersin ile 4 yıl önce evlendik. Ersin yabancı bir şirketin Türkiye şubesinde insan kaynakları müdürü olarak çalışıyor. Ancak yurtdışında da işe alımlar yaptıkları için çoğunlukla yurtdışında. Evliliğimizin ilk yılları mükemmel bir seks hayatımız vardı. Ancak Ersin o zamanlarda bile beni istediğim gibi memnun edemedi. Kendisi fantezilerden uzak düz biridir. Ersinle seks ilişkimizde geldiğimiz en üst nokta hiçbir zaman doggyden ileri gidemedi. Zaman zaman anal yapmak istesem de beni kibarca reddetti.

Ancak son iki yıldır işlerinin de yoğunluyla ancak 3 ayda bir sevişir olduk. Ben Ersin’in yurtdışında olduğu geceler porno izleyip amımı parmaklasam da nafile. Koca bir yarrak yemek istiyordum ancak eşime de sadıktım. Böyle anlarda vicdanım sızlıyordu. Ersin’in olmadığı günlerden birinde alışveriş yapmak için bir AVM’ye gitmiştim. Gideceğim mağaza en üst katta olduğundan yürüyen merdivenleri kullanmak yerine asansöre bindim. Ama asansör çok kalabalıktı. Tam binmekten vazgeçecektim ki onu gördüm. 1.90 boylarında kaslı esmer ve kirli sakallı bir genç spor kıyafetleriyle asansöre binmişti. Onu görünce dayanamadım kendimi asansöre attım. Asansör ilk katta durduğunda ona kaçamak bakışlar atmaktan kendimi alamıyordum. Heyecanlanmıştım ne zamandır onun gibi birinin hayalini kuruyordum. Ona yakınlaşmak kendimi ona sürtmek istedim. Ama hem bu kadar insanın içinde olacak iş değildi hem de yanlış anlayabilirdi. Beni terslerse orospu gibi ortada kalırdım. Bunları düşünürken gözümü ayırmadan ona bakmış olacağım ki bir anda bana bakıp muzipçe gülümsedi. Hemen utanıp kafamı çevirsem de beni farketmişti. Artık onun gözleri de benim vücudumda dolaşıyordu. Altıma siyah bir tayt üstümeyse v yaka bir tişört giymiştim. İçimdeki sütyen siyahtı. Sütyenim görünüyordu ama bir kere aklıma girmişti tişörtü altından tutup iyice memelerim açılsın diye çekiştirmiştim. Bana bakmaya devam ediyordu. Asansörün içinde çapraz köşelerdeydik. O an önüne geçip kalçalarımı yavaşça önüne sürtmek istiyordum ancak imkansızdı. Hem çok kalabalıktı hem de ineceğim kata yaklaşmıştık. İneceğim kata bir kat kalmıştı ki asansör durdu, o hareketlendi ve ineceğini anladım. Ben kapının önünde duruyordum inmesi için hafifçe çekildim. Tam iniyordu ki kalçalarıma bir şey değdiğini hissetim. Kalbim ağzıma gelmişti. Dokunan şey onun eli miydi yoksa siki miydi bilmiyorum ama heyecandan titremeye başladım. Ne yazık ki asansörden inmişti ben ise heyecanlandığımla kalmıştım. Nihayet ineceğim kata geldiğimde kendimi nefes nefese ve güçlükle asansörden dışarı attım. Çok azmıştım. Ama asansörde yaşananları asansörde bırakıp girmek istediğim mağazaya girdim. Aradığım elbisenin bedenini bulmuştum. Elbise beyaz, kısa ve dar bir elbiseydi. Yakın bir arkadaşımın nişanında giymek için alacaktım.

Elbiseyi denemek için kabine girdim. Taytımı çıkarırken külodumun ıslandığını anladım. Heyecanlanmıştım ama vücudumun böyle tepki verdiğinin ilk kez o an farkına vardım. Hemen üstümdeki tişörtü ve sütyeni çıkarttım. Memelerimin ucu dikleşmişti. Gözlerimi kapadığım an asansördeki kişinin bana dokunuşu aklıma geliyordu ve başım dönüyordu. Elbiseyi giymek üzereydim ki kendimi kabinin aynasına rastladım. Memelerim soğuk aynaya değince irkildim. Bir süre memelerimi aynaya sürttüm. Allahım napıyordum bir mağazanın kabininde kendimden geçmiştim. Bu düşüncelerle elbiseyi giydim. Çok güzel olmuştu. Götümün nasıl göründüğüne bakmak için arkamı döndüm. Dar eteği kalçalarımın bütün hatlarını gösteriyordu. Bir anda öne doğru eğildim külodumu ıslatan amımın sularını aynada gördüm ve sesler duyunca hemen kalktım. Bu iş böyle olmayacaktı içimde yanan ateşi söndürmem gerekiyordu. Elbiseyi aldım ve AVM’den çıktım. Metroya girmek için alt katlara indim. Bir umutla asansöre binsem de çocuklu bir aileden başka asansörde kimse yoktu. Metroya girdim. Oturacak bir yer buldum. Oturduğum yerde bacaklarımı sıkıp durdum yol boyunca. Bacaklarımı sıktıkça amımın dudakları birbirine sürttü. İneceğim durağa gelince indim ve eve yürüdüm.

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Biricik Kayinvalidem

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Merhaba Arkadaslar.

Benim adim Gökhan. Size Kayinvalidem ile basimdan gecenleri anlatacagim.

Karim hamileliginin yüzünden hastane yatirilmsti. Üc Cocugumuzsun oldugu icin ve benim calisma mecburiyetinden dolayi Kyinvalidem bizde kaliyourdu. Benim Kayinvalidem co tatli idi ve 55 yasinda olmasina ragmen cok genc gözüküyordu. Biraz toplu ve baliketli bir vucudu vardi. Karim ile evlendigimden den beri onu hep sexi buluyordum.

Bir gün bizim hanim hastaneden beni telefon ile aradi. Bana benim ablami arayip, ona hanimimi aramasini rica etti. Benim nedenini sordugumda, sen ne yapacaksin, söyle beni arasin dedi. Fakat ben üstelendim ve bana durumu acikladi. Kayinvalidem biraz toplu oldugu icin, etekaltindaki kilari tiras edemedigini söyledi ve bunun icin ablami cagirmami istedi. Bende, ben tiras ederim diyince sasirdi. Fakat nasil olur dedi. Bende, ya sen hamilesin, senin nasil amini tiras etigisem anneninkini de tiras ederim, ablami simdi bunun icin rahatsiz etmeyelim dedim. Ilk önce razi olmadi. Fakat ben üstelendim ve oda benim annem, ha sen ha ben tiras etmisim dedim. Razi oldu. Ben anneme söylerim eger oh da kabul ederse sen yaparsin dedi.

Aksam oldu ve ben isden eve gelmisdim. Cocuklar uyumustu bille. Kayinvalidem yüzüme bile bakamiyordu. Fark etimki bizim hanim ona anlatmis olmasi gerek. Ben ona sordum kizin seninle konustu mu diye, oda evet dedi. Ablami cagimama gerek yok galiba dedim. Oda haklisin oglum dedi. Sen o zaman gir banyoya dedim. Beni hazir oldugunda cagirirsin dedim, tamam dedi ve banyo ya girdi. Bir süre sonra bana seslendi ve banyoya girdim.

Belli etmemeye calisiyordu, fakat cok heyecanli oldugu belli idi. Ben anne sen rahat ol dedim ve cileti elime aldim. Bayada killi idi. Aslinda ben killi amlardan hoslanirim. Onun yüzünden de sikim hemen kazik gibi olmustu. Belli etirmiyordum ve oda görmedi zaten. Güzelce sabunladim ve tiras etmeye basladim. Tertemiz etmistim. Bir daha elim ile üstün gecip ve daha kil varmi diye his etmeye caildigimda, klitorisine dokunmus olmaliyim, cünkü bir ayyy dedi. Kusuruma bakama anne dedim, o da tamam oglum isteyerek yapmadinya dedi. Ahh bir bilse isteyerek onunla neler yapacagimi. Her neyse tiras bitti ve ben anne bende tiras olmaliyim sende beni tiras edermisin dedim. Yüzüme bir saskinlikla bakmisti. Eee anne ben seni tiras ettim sende beni tiras etmekden madur birakmassin herhalde dedim. Tamam o zaman ben cikayim seni tiras edeyim dedi. Ben hemen yok canim bende yanina gireyim dedim. Ona hic düsünme payi birakmadan soyunup hemen yanina girdim.

Sikim ile tasagimi iyicene sabunlamaya basladi. Kendimi zor tutumoyrdum bizim ufaklik kalkmasina. Takin sikimi kaldirip tasagimi tiras etmeye baslayinca bizim ufaklik kalkdi. Ne oldu ya buna dedi utanarak. Ve ben anne biliyorsun kizin hastanede ve ben sex e hasret kaldim dedim. Saskinlikla yüzüme bakiyordu. Ben hemen, senin gibi bir sexi ve güzel kadin sikime eleyipde ve oda kalkmassa bende bir problem olamsi gerek dedim. O da gülümsiyerek, ben sence güzelmiyim dedi. Icimden tamandir bu sikis deyip, evet cok güzelsin dedim ve dizlerimin üzerine cökdüm. Bak ben güzel kadinlar ile bunu yaparim dedim ve amini yalamaya basladim. Ilk önce oglum yapma dedi, böyle bir sey yapayayiz dedi. Ama ben durmadim ve davam yalamaya basladim. O bir kere bosaldi ve bana senin de rahatlanmaya ihtiyacin vardir olgum diyerek dizin üytüne cökdü ve benim sikimi agazina aldi. Öyle bir güzel yaliyordu ki hemen bosaldim. Rahatladinmi dedi ve ben daha cok sekse ihtiyasim var anne dedim. O da o zaman odaya gecek dedi.

Bizim yatakodasina gectik ve ben onu bütün gece siktim. Hatta hic götsikisi yapmadigi halde götten bille siktim. Ben bir kac kere ayni onun gibi geldim. Yine yikanmamiz gerek anne dedim bitigimizde. Tamam dedi ve banyoya girdik. Banyonun altinda bir daha sikistik ve ikimizde bosaldik. Benim acayip cisim gelmisti. Anne ben bir kücük apdesimi yapayim dedim ve tuvalete yönelmek istedim ve o birak burada cisini yap dedi. öyleyse cömelde yüzüne iseyim dedim. Kalbul etmeyexigini sanmistim fakat tamam dedi. Yüzüne iserken bir den agazini acti ve ben sidigimi icmeye basladi. Cok zevkli idi. Bitigimde hadi artik yikanalim, cocuklar kalkmak üzere dedi ve yikandik.

Hanim tabi bunlari anlatmadik. Ve hep cani istediginde beni cagirir sikis icin. Karim da annesi ile bu kadar iyi anlasiyoruz diye cok seviniyor.

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Ammie and Beryl

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A/N: I had not originally intended to make any follow-ups when I wrote the first piece of this fiction, but one thing led to another and five parts were written in total (and perhaps others, besides). You can check my account for Part 1 if you stumbled here first — I am uploading all five at once. This part has some nudity and strong amounts of flirtation, as well as implications of incest between Amaranthe and her sister. I’m fairly pleased with this one, though less so than the first part. In particular the way this one ends I’m not proud of. Ah well.

Note: Amaranthe is 22, Beryl is 19, and the narrator is 20.

I sat by my bed, reading a new book. Well, trying to, at least – I wasn’t able to pay much attention at the moment, considering the young woman cuddled up nearby.

Beryl was lying on her back on my bed, reading a chemistry textbook of all things. Clearly she’d taken well to her new major. A little shorter and squatter than her older sister, she’d always been more academic and not quite as physically active as Amaranthe. As such, she wasn’t nearly as muscled, and had a little bit more weight on her. Not rubenesque, but certainly a bit more curvy then her sister.

Her legs were absolutely gorgeous, though, which was what held my attention at the moment. She was wearing a white overlong t-shirt as a nightgown with slits for her wings, a similar color to her alabaster skin…I wasn’t certain she wore anything at all beneath it. I considered the idea that I could ask her to lift up the shirt for a moment and find out, but a combination of discomfort at the request and not wanting to distract her from her reading, I decided not to. Instead I just stared at her legs, her pretty tail poking out from beneath it and wiggling excitedly in the air, and her lovely dragon wings.

I smiled and tried to read another few pages. After a moment, the shower in the adjacent room stopped running.

Another few minutes passed, until the door to the bathroom opened. Amaranthe stepped out, clad only in a towel low enough to show a healthy amount of cleavage but high enough that her legs were well on display. Tall, slim, and beautifully muscled, she strode into the room, stretching her arms. “Hello,” she said, smiling.

Beryl poker oyna looked up from her book. Her tail twitched, clearly enjoying the sight of her half-naked sister.

I set my own book to the side to enjoy the view as well. “Hello, Ammie. How was your run?”

Ammie grinned as she turned her head to the side, a few popping noises echoing as she did so. “It was great. The paths were quiet and I saw a few animals. Damn if it isn’t hot, though! I really needed that shower, I was so sweaty.”

Ammie looked away for a moment, then back at Beryl and me. She’d gotten an idea, I could tell. “You wanna know one thing that’s a little annoying about having wings?”

I frowned, trying to think if I could guess. Beryl closed her eyes for a moment and nodded — whatever it was, she’d clearly experienced it too.

“Hmm…”, I said after a moment. “Is it that you can’t fit them into a tight shirt very easily?”

“Sort of,” Ammie said. She turned around and gestured at her back. “Right now I’ve got my wings tucked into this towel, right?” Ammie turned back as she continued, “But that means I have to keep them really still. You see, if I move them even a little bit…”

My eyes widened as I realized what Amaranthe was about to do.

She flapped her wings, just a little, and her towel fell. Beryl sat up and leaned forward to get a better look. I won’t lie, I leaned in too.

Ammie’s smile widened at our staring. I’d wondered if she’d at least had underwear on so she wouldn’t have to kick us out to change, but no, she was entirely nude beneath the towel. Her slender form, muscled arms, and abdominal muscles I had all seen before, not that that made them any less impressive to behold. However, her bared breasts and hair were new to me. Lovely and small, her breasts were the same creamy grayish as the rest of her skin. Her left breast had a few scales tracing the underside, but otherwise they looked smooth and soft, with lovely darker gray nipples. And her hair…So beautiful. The straight black hair on her head was a common sight, but the gorgeous dark curls between her legs, slightly cultivated but mostly left to grow free, were near impossible to take my eyes off of. Her skin was still slightly damp from the shower which gave her breasts canlı poker oyna a lovely sheen and her pubic hair still had a bit of water beading in it. The scales that traced from her hip to her navel seemed even more mesmerizing now, seeing what they seemed to draw my attention to.

Ammie ran a hand down her body, pausing for a brief moment when she reached her breasts. “You can imagine what it’s like to forget for just a moment and stretch your stiff wings while walking to your room. Of course, for you two, I’m happy to parade around naked all day.”

I glanced at Beryl to see her leaning further forward, nearly drooling. “Damn, sis,” she whispered. “You were drop-dead gorgeous at eighteen, but you’re even better now.”

I couldn’t help but blink a little at that comment. Amaranthe laughed at that. “We’re sisters, we saw each other naked all the time growing up. Don’t worry, we didn’t start getting frisky until a few months ago, and this is the first time I’ve been nude in front of her since then! We didn’t break the law or anything. “

I nodded. “That makes sense. I was a little concerned for a moment, but I guess that’s all ri—’

I stopped for a moment when Ammie sat next to me and wrapped one of her wings around me. Her grin faded when she looked into my shocked face. “Oh, is this too much?” She pulled her wing away, blushing furiously. “I’m really, really sorry. You know I like to flirt, and I know you do too, but I guess this is too much. I can put something on if you’d like?”

I shook my head and gestured toward her wings. “There’s no need. I was just surprised, is all. Your body is incredible, and I’m honored you were willing to bare yourself for me.”

The smile returned along with her wing. “You really think I’m that nice?” she asked. “I mean, I guess you’ve seen most of me already, it was just right here and here still covered.” She gestured toward her chest and just between her legs as she talked.

“That’s true. I guess I’m not seeing that much of you I haven’t before…but your breasts look so soft and lovely, and your hair is just -“

Beryl slid off the bed, making a pouting face. “Don’t hog all the attention, Ammie!” she said, albeit with a somewhat playful tone. “I wanna be fawned over internet casino too!”

My eyes widened even more. “You always struck me as a bit shy, Beryl. You’re sure you want to do that?”

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before filling with resolve once more. “Of course I do. We’re imaginary, remember? The only reason I hesitated is because you hesitated to allow me to say yes. You knew before I even said it that I was all right with it.”

Damn sexual fantasy logic. Nonsensical at times but with a naked dragon woman to my side and another soon to be naked dragon before us, I suppose I could hardly complain.

Beryl grabbed the hem of her shirt, faced us, and flipped it up just enough to give a hint of what was to come. She paused there, grinning for a moment, then gripped the shirt harder and pulled it off so hard I was surprised it didn’t rip. She fanned her wings out behind her, placed a hand on her hip, and began to stride towards us.

Indeed, I was right – beneath it she wore not a stitch. More shapely than her sister, Beryl was curvy where Ammie was slim, and smooth where Ammie was taut and muscled. Her thighs a little bigger, as well as her breasts, though her nipples were smaller. Instead of muscled abs she had soft-looking skin that I suspected would make velvet feel rough in comparison. Her pubic hair was different too – it was wavy instead of curly, and less structured than Ammie’s. It looked like she just let it run wild and never cared to shave or trim it. She too had a line of gemlike scales around her stomach, but hers ran from just below her navel to the beginning of her pubic hair.

Prettier than her sister? It was a tough call, and one I didn’t care to make. When she reached Ammie and I she flopped down in front of us. She skipped the wing entirely, and just pressed her nude body against me.

Ammie laughed. “Taking the attention, Beryl? You’re just jealous he was staring at my breasts so much.” The amount of panting she’d just begun implied she wasn’t entirely unhappy with this, however.

The two of them snuggled up with me for some time. I put the book to the side and enjoyed their presence.

Things weren’t great right now. For a lot of reasons. Sometimes pleasures can only be imaginary or scrawled on a digital page. But as I felt Amaranthe and Beryl pressed against me, joking with each other about who was sexier, I decided that that sometimes fake pleasure would do.

Even if they are just imaginary dragons.

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“You know, I know what you are doing here.”

“What do you mean?” Jerry said, feeling his cock hardening in his pants.

“Fancy bar, drinks with umbrellas, I’m not stupid.”

“Of course not,” Jerry replied absently as he stared at her rounded face, at her white spotted, almond shaped eyes. Her skin was so pale, yet the fold at the edge of her eyes gave her an exotic, oriental look. Her tiny chin seemed to recess into the folds of her neck and then downward, the cleavage only slightly hidden by her lace blouse promised some large, rounded breasts.

“I mean it, I see you exactly for what you are,” she growled, grabbing her drink and taking an angry sip.

Watching her protruding tongue support the glass as she drank Jerry replied, “Is it wrong for a man to buy an attractive woman a drink?”

“Attractive?”

“Yes, you are incredibly beautiful,” he lied. She was absolutely right, she did see him exactly for what he was, but then he was simply doing what everyone else in the bar was doing. It was the newest social trend, something he and his friends callously called retard dipping.

“I am also different.”

“No you’re not, just look over there at that couple dancing and hell, the guy at the bar has got three ladies falling all over him.”

“And every one of us has Downs.”

“What about her over there?” Jerry asked, nodding at woman slowly lifting a glass to her mouth, her hand twisted oddly, shaking as she carefully sipped through a long straw.

“Okay yes, that’s not Downs…”

“Tell me, why are you here? I mean you let me buy you three drinks now.”

“Well it is nice to have a man buy me a drink or two…”

“…or three,” Jerry interjected.

Nodding, she continued, “…or three, and to be honest, I never thought I would notice a man try to secretly adjust himself because of me.”

“You noticed that?”

Smiling, she nodded.

“What can I say,” Jerry said, “I see you, this lace and what it is hiding,” running his fingers along the lace edge of her blouse, “and I respond.”

“And once you respond, I must do the same and say, sorry, but you’re packing the wrong equipment.”

“Wrong equipment?” he confusedly.

“Come on Steph, you ready to head home?” she said to a tall, blonde woman who had just stepped out of the restroom.

“Whoa, whoa now,” Jerry said, “you let me buy you these drinks thinking… and you’re a dyke?”

“Listen, poker oyna Steph and I are lesbian, not dykes and as for your drinks… let’s just call it an investment in education. Most of these girls here, the retards you dip into, know what the game is, in fact they are doing the same thing with you. Yeah, except for them, it’s called moron dipping. All they want is a quick fuck from a dumb ass guy and hey, you and your friends fit the bill.

“Now if you excuse me, Stephanie and I have better things to do.” She grabbed the blonde woman’s hand and walked out of the bar.

“Wow, you sure told him off Claire,” the blonde said as she walked down the sidewalk.

“Well, I just get so sick and tired of them, dipping, damn.”

“I also thought you were straight,” Stephanie replied.

“I thought so too, but after tonight I’m not so sure and well, we are friends and…”

“So you really do want to come home with me tonight?”

“If you take it slow Steph,” Claire replied.

The two women continued holding hands as they walked to Stephanie’s apartment building. As they stepped into the apartment Stephanie asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

“I had a lot to drink at the bar, I think I’m fine.”

“Okay, if you don’t mind I’m going to grab a glass of wine,” Stephanie replied walking into the kitchen. “Just have a seat anywhere.”

Claire sat down on the couch and then watched as Stephanie walked out of the kitchen carrying her glass of wine. Claire always thought she was beautiful but now, looking at her in a different light, she could see just how stunning she was.

Stephanie sat down on the couch beside Claire, took a sip of wine and then placed the glass down on the table. Looking back at Claire she reached out and ran her hand through the woman’s hair. She paused a moment then began to lean forward.

“Wait a moment,” Claire whispered, “I’m sorry, I’m a bit nervous and also, I’m also wondering… why. I mean I grabbed your hand and walked out with you but why did you carry on with it… with this?”

“I like you Claire.”

“But you are so beautiful and I… well I am not…”

“You are beautiful…”

“I have downs, that means my eyes…”

“I know what that means, my sister has downs and she is beautiful. Don’t you see, I carried on with this because, well, quite frankly the way you told that guy off. It turned me on.”

“It did?”

“A canlı poker oyna lot,” Stephanie replied, leaning forward and finishing the kiss she had started before Claire interrupted her. Her lips slowly, lightly touched Claire’s and she paused for a moment before opening her mouth and touching her tongue to her lips. Claire responded by opening her mouth slightly and letting their tongues touch.

Stephanie let her hand move up to Claire’s large breast and gently squeezed as she continued kissing. She could feel the woman trembling slightly. She pulled back from her kiss and whispered, “You’re trembling.”

“Yes, I’m nervous and turned on.”

“You don’t mind if I slip out of my clothes,” Stephanie asked.

“Please do,” Claire replied, moving back and unbuttoning her own blouse. As she undressed she watched Stephanie remove her blouse and bra exposing her small breasts. Claire couldn’t help but notice how large her nipples seemed.

The two naked women settled back down onto the couch and Stephanie moved her mouth down to Claire’s nipples, sucking and licking one, then the other. Claire ran her hands down to Stephanie’s breast letting her palms slide over her firm nipples. She then noticed Stephanie begin to kiss down her stomach.

Claire leaned back on the couch and opened her legs as Stephanie settled between them. She closed her eyes and gave into the sensation as her more experienced lover slowly ran her tongue over her lips, gently parting them as she slipped into her pussy. Claire could feel her wetness and then heard the wet lapping sounds as Stephanie ran her tongue in and out of her pussy.

Then she felt an incredible sensation roll over her clit, something she had never felt before. She was not a virgin, she had been with guys before but when they went down on her it never felt like this. Claire began lifting her hips, pushing her pussy against Stephanie’s face as she got closer and closer to… yes, yes, a wave of pleasure shot through her as she came.

“Oh yes, yes,” she cried out, reaching down and running her hand through Stephanie’s hair. She expected it to stop, but after a brief pause, the sensation started again and she felt the wave of pleasure shoot through her again and Stephanie, her tongue, her mouth, her fingers her hands continued as wave after wave shot through Claire. Finally, she reached down and gently pushed Stephanie’s head away.

Claire’s whole body seemed internet casino to shudder and pulsate as she worked to catch her breath. The pleasure she had felt was intense, almost too intense and she needed to be held, which was exactly what Stephanie was doing.

After a few minutes of silence Stephanie whispered, “Well was it what you expected?”

“Oh god, it was so incredible, so much more than I thought possible. How did you do that?”

“Well there are a few things I did, but mostly I did want I know feels good for me.”

“I see,” Claire replied, “well I guess it’s your turn.”

“No, no, now wait a moment. That’s one thing… with a guy it’s all tit for tat, I do you, you do me. It’s not like that. The first time I was with a woman, she showed me how good it can be and then, she showed me what made her feel good.”

“She showed…”

Nodding, Stephanie said, “She masturbated while I watched. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, her opening up to me like that. And I learned what she liked most.”

“So now?”

“So now Claire, I want you to just watch me,” she said as she moved back on the couch and spread her legs.

“But I wanted to make you feel good, wanted to turn you on.”

“You just watching me turns me on and once you learn what I like you will then make me feel that much better.”

Claire sat up as Stephanie smiled and then slowly moved her hand down between her legs. She slowly opened her lips and worked a finger, then two fingers into herself. Moving them in a circular motion she continued until her fingers glistened with her moisture. She then moved up between her lips, unfolding them as she went until she found the tiny nub of her clit.

Delicately pinching her clit between her thumb and index finger, Stephanie slowly began circling with her fingers. As her fingers moved she began to move her hips, just slightly at first, but then more pronounced. A low moan came from her lips as she lifted her ass up off the couch in unison with the circling motion of her fingers.

Her motions quickened and Claire could see the muscles in Stephanie’s thighs tighten. She moaned loudly, lifted her hips and cried out “Yes, yes.” Her body then relaxed as she fell back onto the couch. Claire’s eyes were fastened on her lover’s pussy and clit as she could see it move as the pulsations inside her body subsided.

After a few minutes Stephanie stood up, took Claire’s hand and led her to bed. She whispered, “In the morning we’ll see what you learned by watching me.”

Claire climbed into bed with Stephanie so glad she finally decided to take a dip on the other side.

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I was raised by my mother ever since my dad left us 10 years ago.

I think she did a good job. I was a straight B student, had a job, had a girlfriend, kept out of trouble.

But my life changed prom night which coincided with my 18th birthday. My girlfriend, Lori, was dressed up. I rented a tux and a limo, and about 8 of us went out for a great time of drinking, dancing and messing around before I crashed at a buddy’s place until noon the next day.

I stumbled home around 1pm. Unfortunately, my mom was waiting for me.

My mom is a big woman, very curvy. If you’ve seen Katy Mixon from “Mike and Molly” and “American Housewife”, you get the picture – a big buxom brunette with big brown hair and a loud voice. I was a beanpole, a stick of a kid though we shared the same shaggy dark hair. Unfortunately, my mom could be an angry drunk and she had been throwing back the beers, waiting for me.

“Oliver, you stink!” My mom announced when I walked into the house. I knew I probably reeked of cigarettes and weed. We had started a campfire to roast some smores.

“Mom, please. I’m so tired.” I tried to get past her to go to my room.

“Not so fast, Oliver! That tux is a rental. Get out of those clothes. I’m going to have to clean them or else you’re paying if they end up charging for a damaged suit!”

“Mom!” I threw off the jacket, the ruffled shirt. I scooted across the floor as I unbuckled the pants and shook them off.

“Everything off, young man!” She was gathering items as I shed them down the hall.

I was down to my shorts and socks, and I laughed as I headed to my room.

“Oliver? What is that!” My mom was still following me.

“What?”

“You have marks on your back.”

“Oh,” I smirked. “I was out with Lori last night.” I turned to head back toward my room, but my large marge mother pushed me onto my bed.

“Let me see what she did to you!” My mom sat on my bed and inspected my back. “What did she do?”

“Mom! Please! You’re embarrassing me.”

“Those look like scratches! Why would she be scratching your back like that?”

“Seriously, mom? Seriously? She scratched me when we were messing around.”

My mom shook her head, puzzled, curious, “But I thought Lori was one of those promise keeper types – no sex until marriage. That’s what reason why I thought she was a good girl.”

I laughed a bit. I was sooo tired and still buzzed from the night’s drinking, I laid on my stomach and watched my mother inspect my back. “She is, mom. We don’t have actually sex but she still loves oral.”

“Oral? Then I don’t get it. Why all the scratches?”

“So stupid. Okay,” I began, like explaining math to a baby, “Imagine her lying on her back. Then I climb over her, my face at her crotch, so my crotch is over her face. Sixty-nine. She was sucking me when my balls got suctioned into her nostrils so she can’t breathe, and she starts clawing poker oyna at my back. That only made me hotter so I’m pushing more dick into her mouth. Which only makes her wetter and hotter so she’s gurgling more spit around my dick, and I’m… holy shit, mom. TMI. Too Much Information!”

“Oliver! Don’t sass your mother like that! I’m trying to understand why Lori would hurt my son!”

“Not hurt, mom. she was excited. but i guess with my balls in her face, she couldn’t breathe. So she scratched my back, that’s all.”

“But how could your balls get into her nostrils? I don’t get it.”

“Because we were in a 69 position. mom! Geez.”

My mom looked puzzled. She made hand puppets but she was still confused. “Oliver, pretend I’m Lori.” She shoved me over so she could lay down on my bed. “How were you positioned?”

“Geez, mom!” I clambered over her, my face facing her crotch, my crotch hovering over her face. “Like that, get it?”

“Stay like that for a second, Oliver.” My mom reached to feel my hips. She imagined trajectories and angles.

I was planking over my mother, feeling the warmth of her body beneath me. But I was tired, I wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

“You stink, Oliver. You need a shower.”

“Thanks, mom, you read my mind.” I began to move, but my mother held my waist.

“So Lori reached up and scratched my baby here…” She gently raked me where Lori had. “And here…”

Maybe it was our position, maybe it was my mom’s nails, but I feel myself getting rock hard. I immediately tried to get off her, but my mom was fascinated by our posture, lightly scratching my body and looking up at my crotch. I was wearing the baggy blue and green plaid shorts she had gotten for me for Christmas. To my shock, my mother reached up and pulled my erection through the slit. In her position beneath me, her warm hand tugged and polished my hardon.

“Mom? What are you doing?”

“And Lori took you like this? But how did your balls get in her face? Her nose?”

“I didn’t have my shorts on.”

“Oh, I see.” My mom reached up and with a quick pull, slid my shorts down. Gravity took care of the rest – my balls sagged down and my mother reached up again to pull me by my erection down toward her face. She could see my balls lowering straight for her nose.

“Mom?” I rolled off her and laid back, panting. What was wrong with her? What was wrong with me?

“Oliver, don’t be embarrassed. I’m your mother! I used to bathe you!”

“Yeah, but I’m a little bigger now.”

She smiled and looked at my softening cock lying on my stomach, like a sleeping puppy. “Oliver, you’re growing into such a handsome young man, I get a little jealous about Lori. When i see scratches, well, I, I just want to scratch her eyes out.”

“Mom, please.” I waited for her to leave, but she seemed content to sit on the edge of my bed, while I laid there practically naked with canlı poker oyna a subsiding boner and my shorts down.

“You know, Oliver, your dad used to say that I gave him the best oral sex he’d ever have.”

“Mom!”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Wow, when your dad was here, we would be at it every night. Sometimes I’d worry we’d wake you.”

“Mom!” I didn’t want to hear sex stories about my mom and dad.

“Your dad, he would come home from work, sit in his armchair, and I’d kneel in front of him and just gobbled him up before dinner.”

“Mom, please! TMI.”

“And just when he was ready to cum, I’d plop that big red hot dog of his between my titties and squeeze him until he popped.”

“Mom!” I looked at my mother’s cleavage. All my friends noticed her large boobs. To think that she held my dad’s dick in between them, shit, and he still left us?

“Oliver!” My mom pointed at my crotch. I didn’t notice that I was rock hard again, pulsing, shaft veins flaring hard.

“Geez,” I tried to pull up my shorts, but my mom held them down.

“Let me see if I still have the touch.” She smirked, then sat closer to me. With one hand gripping the base of my aching erection, she took a quick sniff and then went down on me. My entire body felt like it was being sucked through my cock. I looked down amazed as my mother’s head began to bob and slurp rhythmically. She licked the sides and around the big strawberry head before gulping me down over and over again. Then, she aimed my erection and swallowed me whole. She held this position for many seconds before releasing my drool-covered dick. “That, Oliver, is called deep throating!”

“Geezus.” I was weak in the legs, I couldn’t protest. I laid back and let my mother continue to suck me off until I started to spasm. I released my load into her hungry mouth. I came so hard, I almost lost consciousness because I was only vaguely aware that she had walked my naked body into the shower.

The warm water felt good. I felt my face pressed up against the shower stall. And then I felt the warm of my mother’s body as she soaped me up while she pushed up against my back. I felt her large boobs rubbing against my back as I splayed my fingers up against the wall, as if I was assuming the position for a cop to search me.

My mom detached the shower head and rinsed the soap off me, then her. She naughtily sprayed my ass cheeks, my balls before she was squatting in the tub, soaping my hairy legs and thighs. “Oliver, you smell much better now. Turn around and face momma.”

I did as I was told but realized my soapy genitals were facing my mother’s boobs. With both of her hands, she kneaded them into me, forcing me to power as I became quickly erect between her breasts.

“Omg, mom!”

“Has Lori ever done this for you, Oliver?”

“No.” I was rocking my hips now, pushing my slippery dick between her tits. OMG, I was titfucking internet casino my mother.

She hugged my lower body tightly while I continued to titfuck her. After several minutes, with the spray of water, the sight and sensation of my reddening erection snug between her, I trembled as I came standing up – the first time for me – I shook as I came, embarrassed, excited, relieved.

My mother stood up and rinsed herself off. She was shorter than I was but twice as wide. She hugged my skinny torso and moaned, “Oliver, my handsome boy.”

We both got out of the shower wordlessly. I thought this bizarre experience was done, but she led me by the hand to her room.

“Oliver, have you had sex with Lori?”

“No, mom, not yet.”

“Anyone else?”

“No, just messing around. Not P in V sex.”

“Good, Oliver, momma wants to be first.” She guided me to her bed, laid me on my back and parted my towel.

“No, mom! We can’t.”

“We can. I don’t want Lori to have you first. You’re my son, and she scratched you. I want to show you what sex should be like.”

She straddled me. I was erect in an instant. With an experienced but long out of practice hand, she pumped my erection and squeezed my shaft so that my mushroom head looked absolutely huge. She guided my head to run against her vaginal lips. “See this, Oliver, it prepares a woman’s body. Be gentle. It makes me wet. It makes me feel ready to be parted and spread.” She used my dickhead like a lipstick and ran it around her lips. And with that she sat on me – slowly at first to enjoy my squirming, my length. Then when she was fully impaled on my teenaged body, she gyrated on me, and like her oral skills, I soon felt as if I was disappearing into her.

She leaned over me so that her breasts hovered over my face. I felt like a baby as I started to suckle at her breasts, all while my cock was being churned by her innards. In between breast feedings, I looked down between us to watch my organ disappear in and out of my mother’s womb.

When I came, I fell back on her bed and fell asleep. It wasn’t until much later in the day – actually it was already getting dark out – when I felt my mother sucking on my toes as if they were a row of little penises for her to enjoy.

“Mom? What time is it?”

“It’s late, Oliver. You sleep all day.”

“Oh shit, I was supposed to call Lori!” I sat up and looked around, realizing I was naked in my mother’s bed.

“Oliver, you can call Lori and hope she makes out with you a little, or… you can stay home with your momma, and I will guarantee you a night to remember.”

“Don’t be nuts, mom.” I swung my legs onto the floor, but my mother began to rub my back.

“Oliver.” She kissed me down my spine which electrified me.

“Oliver.” She reached around and happily found me semi-hard. My mother’s hand encircled my balls and dick as she continued to rub her face against my shoulders.

“Lay down for a second, Oliver.” She eased me to lie back. I didn’t put up a fight. My erection was up and waving in surrender as I watched my mother take me again.

No Lori tonight.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Dear Reader: This story is a response to a request. It’s a stretch for me to try an unfamiliar genre. Since I am not gay and have very little experience interacting with the gay lifestyle, please excuse my naive view and know I wrote from the heart. Regards, shptchr. As always, this story is fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Now, on with the story.

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Andy Markson appears to be your average male. He is a bit shorter than average height and weight. He is handsome and has a slightly soft complexion. Women seem to flock to him like moth’s hover around a streetlight in the summer. Unfortunately, even with his good looks, high school was particularly problematic for Andy when it came to dating. His emotions were conflicted. The crowd he hung out with were much like him, outcasts from the socialites, athletes, and goth kids. Although Andy was successful academically and received a full-ride to a Division II college, he was a failure at romance. Throughout high school, he tried dating girls. His classmates bragged in the locker room about who they fondled, fingered, and fucked, but Andy could not bring himself to do so. He was scared of girls, and the thought of kissing or groping a girl at school was unnerving. Growing up in a profoundly religious home, his fire and brimstone Baptist mother put the fear of God in him.

Andy’s parents died at age 17, two days before his 18th birthday when they were killed by Tower 2 on 9-11. They were sightseeing in Manhattan when the tower collapsed and was buried under tons of debris. The loss of his parents was emotionally devastating.

In college, Andy struggled with his sexuality. Oh, he was cute all right, his physique was perfect to model underwear, but there were no agents in his Podunk Midwest farm school town who could give him a career. During his senior year, a very nice farm girl sat next to him in his Econ class. Andy liked her, and she would meet him in the commons building for lunch twice a week after class. About six weeks before graduation, Andy’s fraternity held an off-campus party celebrating the end of their schooling. Not one to be a party animal, Andy was required to be at the party because he was a sponsor of some of the freshmen pledges. He was sitting off to the side nursing a beer when the girl from his Econ class sat down next to him.

“Hi, Andy.”

“Hi, Mary.”

Andy hated parties, and it showed. The furrows in his brow were deep trenches as he watched the shenanigans of his frat brothers. He thought the immature people were disappointing and shameful. His mother taught him to always be the gentleman and to treat people nicely even if they may not do so to him.

“Penny for your thoughts Andy.”

“Uh, what, I’m sorry Mary, what did you say?”

Andy was in deep thought about his future. He had no home to return to because his parents did not have life insurance. The sale of the family home paid the mortgage, but it wasn’t enough to be comfortable. The sale of the house provided enough equity money to pay for his college education expenses, but he had to work part-time at the campus bookstore to make ends meet.

“I said, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, in particular, I was watching my idiot frat brothers making fools of themselves.”

“Andy, may I speak with you in private? It’s too loud in here. Follow me.”

Mary took Andy by the hand and walked upstairs to a bedroom where she and Andy were alone. Once inside the bedroom, she took Andy to the bed and sat down.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Mary asked.

“Of course, I think your pretty. Mary, I think you are probably the prettiest girl at school.”

“But do you like me, Andy?”

“Yes, I like you.”

“Why then haven’t you tried to kiss me?”

Andy became very nervous. His blood pressure rose, he started to sweat, and his voice cracked as he spoke.”

“Well, ahem, I, ahem, girls and I, ahem…”

Quicker than he could realize, Mary stood up, faced Andy, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him onto the mattress. With her body weight on his, her mouth found his mouth, and they kissed. Mary’s tongue invaded his mouth. Andy was conflicted. On the one hand, he liked the feeling of Mary pressing against him. His dick engorged with blood as her hips ground against him. But, he was paralyzed as the sensations enveloped his brain. Mary stood up and worked to unbuckle his belt to remove his trousers. She was amazingly fast. In less than three seconds, Mary had his pants around his ankles. Andy’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the pleasant sensation of Mary’s mouth on his cock. Her tongue lapped at the underside on his Ahh-spot. Although Andy’s cock is longer than the average size man, his girth is typical, and Mary had only a little difficulty getting it down her throat. She was an expert cocksucker. Her hands were like that of an expensive call-girl, stroking him as she poker oyna gave him head. His mind was awash with pleasure, and his climax was close at hand.

“I’m going to cum.” He warned.

Mary released his hard cock and crawled up straddling his legs. She lowered her naked quim onto his dick and started fucking him. The feeling of the warm tightness of her cunt on his cock was pleasurable but confusing. Andy felt the cum rising from his balls and prostate as Mary ground away. Her naked clit rubbed against his pubic hair causing her to moan. She brought his hands to her breasts and encouraged him to feel. Nature took its course, and a massive load of baby batter filled Mary’s cunt. She climaxed as she felt the hot cum coat her insides.

Breathing heavily, Mary collapsed onto Andy and spoke softly into his ear.

“God damn, that was good.”

A knock at the door startled Andy. He pushed her off him, pulled his pants up and dragged Mary into the adjoining bathroom.

“Is there anyone in there?” The voice said.

Andy opened the door to find Trevor Wilson, his frat brother standing with, make that holding up, a drunken girl. She was silly, smiling, and horny.

“Are you finished? Shelia here wants to fuck.”

“Ask your friend if he wants to join us. He’s cute.”

Without saying a word, Andy rushed out of the room, flew down the stairs, and drove back to his apartment leaving Mary far behind. He was sick to his stomach and barely made the toilet before vomiting. His mind was reeling with confusion. Mary is a nice girl. She was not drunk, she is fun to talk too, but he’s not sexually attracted to her.

For the next six-weeks, Andy avoided Mary as much as possible. When they were in class together, he was distant but cordial. When Mary tried to get Andy to go out with her to parties, Andy declined to say finals were coming soon.

Graduation came, and as he left the stage with his diploma holder, Mary found him. They had not spoken much since the party.

“Andy, I’m pregnant with your baby.”

“What? No way. How could you- “Mary cut him off mid-sentence.

“At the party. I’ve not been with anyone before or since. You are the father, Andy.”

His world collapsed in pfft of a second. His heart dropped, and his shoulders sank. Andy felt the weight of the world upon him. He turned and started walking away. Mary walked beside him and spoke:

“You can’t run away from this Andy. I’m carrying our baby, and I am NOT going to have an abortion or give it up for adoption. We are going to get married and raise our child together.”

Andy heard what Mary said, but did not process the information. His mind was in a fog of disbelief. Mary drug Andy toward where her parents were standing. Andy shuffled along barely able to walk.

“Mom, Dad, this is Andy. He’s the one I told you about.”

Mary’s father shook his hand vigorously.

“Glad to meet you son. I see you have been taking good care or our Mary.”

Her mother was next. She pulled herself close and hugged him tightly. She kissed him on the cheek and said:

“Mary has told us all about you.”

Mary had her arm through Andy’s beaming with pride. All he could do was produce a weak smile.

“Mom, Dad, Andy has asked me to marry him. We were waiting until we graduated before telling anyone.”

Both of Mary’s parents were super excited. Her mom had tons of questions to ask, and her father asked Andy about their future.

Andy started to think on his feet: “Well, we haven’t given it much thought yet. We both need to find jobs right away. Until then, we can stay in my apartment after the wedding and then decide what to do.”

Mary’s folks invited Andy to join them for lunch, and they walked toward their cars.

The wedding was a Catholic Mass. Several hundred people showed up for the combination wedding reception and the 25th anniversary of Mary’s parents. The events of the days leading up to and including the day of the wedding were a blur for Andy. He did not remember saying I do during the ceremony. It was as if Andy was dreaming a nightmare. At the wedding reception, a friend of Andy’s father-in-law offered Andy a job at his Port of Houston operations in the shipping and receiving department. He would oversee making sure cargo was loaded on ships and offloaded properly. It did not take long for Andy to become proficient at his job. He made enough money to afford a beautiful apartment in a suburb of Houston while Mary carried their baby.

Nine months to the day, Mary delivered a beautiful daughter. They named her Charity Ann Markson. When Andy first saw his daughter, it was love at first site. He had never felt this way before about anyone, and the emotions were overwhelming. From the instant first held Charity, her little hand latched on to his finger. It was as if they were meant to be together. Andy’s life started its downward spiral immediately after Charity was born. Sudden Infant Death Syndrom took Charity away from Andy when she was 8-weeks old. After their first canlı poker oyna anniversary, Andy became a recluse and more disenchanted with marriage. Sex had become non-existent with Mary, and he was now resentful for trapping him. Andy tried hard, in the beginning, to make his marriage work. But he began to not look forward to having sex with Mary.

One afternoon, Andy came home unexpectedly for lunch. When he entered their apartment, he heard noises coming from the bedroom. The noise sounded like Mary might be in trouble. As he approached the bedroom, from the hallway he could listen to Mary say:

“Oh, yes, your cock is so big. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Give me that meat stick. Slam my cunt.”

Andy could not believe his ears. He peeked around the corner of the open bedroom door and saw Mary on their bed with her face on the mattress and one of his co-workers Jim Landers laying pipe. Mary’s head was facing away from the door and did not see Andy move to stand in the doorway leaning against the door jamb. Both Mary and Jim were fucking like animals. After a few minutes, Andy heard Jim grunt and moan while he was filling his wife with cum. Jim pulled out of Mary and lay beside her. She flopped onto her back next to Jim. Both were oblivious to Andy’s presence and were startled as he spoke:

“Mary, I don’t understand. Why did you do this?”

Jim sat upright and started putting his clothes on. Mary, on the other hand, said nothing. She lay there with a smirk on her face. Jim pushed past Andy and left their apartment. After she heard the front door slam, she flew into a rage:

“YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?” Pointing to the cum dripping from her snatch she said: “THIS IS WHY! DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER THE LAST TIME WE HAD SEX? DO YOU?”

Andy realized he was a failure as a husband. He had zero sexual desire for his wife and accepted the fact that she was cheating on him. Calmly, he turned around and left.

Not knowing where to go, he drove aimlessly around the city. His thoughts were scattered. Several hours after leaving, Andy decided to return to his apartment, packed his suitcase, and stopped to speak with Mary.

“You are right. Our marriage is a sham. I have never loved you and have resented you trapping me into marriage. It makes no sense to stay married to you. You can have everything. I want nothing from you.”

Mary cried.

Their divorce was final six months later. Andy had quit his job and moved back to New York. He found work in Manhattan at an accounting firm following up on customer audits. His workday was to audit the auditors from his company. Life became boring for Andy, and he struggled with his sexuality. At home after work, he would often find himself looking at porn sites on the Internet and, when he saw a couple engaged in sex, his attention focused on the man and not the woman. Soon, he was discovering the joy of masturbation while looking at transexuals and transvestites. Something in his mind clicked, and he started ordering women’s underwear and stockings from the Internet. He would wear the garments while watching porn and jacking off.

Andy especially liked the feel of nylons on his legs and the silky feeling of a shimmering nightgown against his pantyhose clad legs. He was becoming a transvestite.

At first, he was not passable as a woman. He read many stories and realized that he was a woman trapped in a man’s body. The joy Andy felt dressed as a woman was exhilarating. Afraid to go out in public, he wore women’s clothes in private.

On weekends Andy would make his transformation right after work and stayed feminine until going to sleep Sunday night. Sometimes, he would wear a bra and panties to work. The tight feeling of the thong against his cock made him suffer from a hard-on nearly all day. On those days, he would make several restroom breaks to jack off and relieve the pressure. One night, Andy stumbled onto a website where transvestite men would meet and dress ladylike for one another. Stirring up the courage to meet a group of like-minded people, on the following Saturday afternoon, Andy packed a small suitcase with his feminine items and met two men at a gay bar. They had been chatting online for several weeks and had exchanged pictures of ordinary clothes and cross-dressing. Nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, the meet and greet went well. They agreed to share the cost of a hotel room together. Once inside the room, the three individuals started to prepare themselves. Andy was amazed at his transformation. The other two gave him tips on makeup, how to tuck his package, and how to walk and talk feminine. Andy felt he was passable and when the others decided to go back to the bar where they met, Andy was reticent but agreed to go. They arrived at the bar in a taxi, and as they exited, the doorman commented on how lovely the ladies looked. Andy felt flush as the gaze of the big and burly doorman smiled at him. Inside, the three found a table and ordered drinks. It did not take long for handsome men to come to their internet casino table to talk. The other two excused themselves and left the table to go be with their male admirers. Andy was now alone.

Within a few minutes of his friends leaving, Andy felt like the woman in the Jimmy Buffet song Fins. “She’s takin’ care to look for sharks, they hang out in the local bars, and they feed right after dark. You got fins to the left, fins to the right, and you’re the only bait in town.”

One by one, admirers came up to Andy and chatted. When one asked his name, he was dumbfounded. He did not have a feminine moniker. He tried to be coy and dodged the question, but the man kept pressing for a name.

Finally, he said:

“Andrea.”

“Andrea is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” The man took Andrea’s lace gloved hand and kissed it. Andrea’s heart fluttered.

“My name is Howard, it’s very nice to meet you Andrea.”

Howard was an average male and ruggedly handsome. He was wearing an expensive suit, but his hands were rough and calloused. Andrea learned that Howard worked overseas 18-months at a time in the oil industry and had to return stateside when his visa was up. He would be home for six months and then back overseas again. Howard had just returned from southeast Asia.

After all the years of self-abuse for not being like a normal man, Andrea felt at ease with Howard. She liked the way the man was kind to her and showed an interest in her mind. At first, she was reluctant to speak, but the alcohol soon took her inhibitions. When the gentleman suggested that they retire to his apartment for some privacy, Andrea was ready.

In the years following her divorce from Mary, Andrea had come to realize she was gay and longed for the opportunity to suck on a cock. Now, she is giddy with excitement at the prospect of fulfilling her dreams and fantasies.

Howard was an international business traveler. He hop-scotched his way around the world selling computer parts for companies in southeast Asia. When Andrea entered his apartment in mid-town Manhattan, she was awestruck at the appointments and furnishings. Erotic paintings and sculptures from contemporary artists were throughout the place. Andrea was stupefied at the beauty before her eyes. Howard pointed to the large leather sofa, she sat at one end while Howard brought out a bottle of vintage Cabernet.

Sipping the French wine, Andrea asked:

“The artwork you have is lovely. Do I see a Monet over there in the hallway?”

“Yes it is a Monet, but it’s a terrible forgery. I bought in Paris several years ago from a gallery on Champs-Élysées back in the early 90s. I paid a pretty penny for it, only to find it was fake. I keep it there to remind me of how significant provenance is when trading art.”

“It certainly is beautiful.”

As you may imagine, Howard is a strong masculine figure compared to Andrea’s demur and feminine features. His expensive Italian suit, pheromone cologne, and buff physique contrast with her simple cocktail dress, stockings, and pumps. She is trembling with desire as Howard scoots closer to her.

“You know, Andrea I find you very attractive. I sense you are out for the first time as a woman. Is this true?”

Bowing her head and looking at her folded hands in her lap she let out a barely audible: “Yes.”

Taking his bent index finger and placing it under Andrea’s chin, he lifts it gently so he can look into her eyes. Her emotions run the gamut from fear and anxiety to butterflies in her stomach and downright horniness.

“May I kiss you little dove?” Howard asks.

Andrea closed her eyes and leaned forward as he brought his face near hers. When their lips touched, it was as if a million volts of electricity was triggering every neuron in her brain. His kiss was gentle as butterfly wings. It only lasted a few seconds, and when they parted, Andrea opened her eyes and saw Howard smiling at her. She was trembling.

He held her hands in his and told her how beautiful she was. Howard leaned forward again, and their lips met. Only this time, she was the aggressor and thrust her tongue inside his mouth. Unknowingly, she parted her legs as her clit became erect. He had his hand on her thigh and moving it up toward her crotch. Andrea was focusing on his kiss and did not feel his hand. When Howard’s hand touched her clit, she let out an audible gasp. Her eyes were wide open and having a man’s hand surround his hardness was a brand new feeling. Andrea mewled as Howard’s fingers encircled him. Her hardness increased as the firmness of his grip started to slowly move up and down her clit. Their kissing increased its intensity and soon they both were clawing at one another. Her hands were under his coat around his back. He was leaning over as she slouched on the sofa. He maneuvered himself around to her side as she lay stretched out on the luxurious leather furniture. Instinctively, Andrea spread her legs as Howard continued to stroke her clit. He broke their kiss, and while looking into her eyes, he raised her dress up to her waist and pulled her thong out from under her body. Andrea’s clit was only 5-inches long, but it was standing straight up like a flag pole. Howard’s mouth began to water as she said:

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Amanda silently pushed the front door closed behind her and placed her purse next to her shoes.

She glanced towards the living room, and winced as she noticed the light.

“Daddy? Are you awake?” she called out quietly.

No answer. “Maybe he fell asleep in front of the TV,” she thought to herself, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Silently, as if walking on pillows, she tiptoed through the hallways towards the light.

“Where have you been?” she heard her father as she approached.

“I, I told you I was going to be late tonight,” Amanda stammered and looked away from him.

“Where were you?” he asked more sternly, reaching out to grab his glass from the nearby end table. “Why were you out so late?”

“I told you I was going to be late, don’t do this to me,” she looked away again.

Amanda’s father held his drink in both of his hands, slowly pulling it towards his mouth.

“I got a phone call tonight,” he pulled the drink to his lips and paused.

“A phone call from a friend of mine,” he paused again.

“What? What daddy?” Amanda looked down at her father confused.

“I can’t believe what he told me,” he bowed his head towards his lap. “He told me that he saw you. Saw you at…”

“Who was it?” Amanda grabbed herself and gasped. “Who was it, where did he see me.”

Amanda felt her chest tightening as her legs gave out and she gently fell to the floor. She looked up at her father, tears slowly forming in her eyes.

“Daddy,” she reached her hands out towards his legs. “Let me explain.”

Amanda watched the look of anger cross his face, his blue eyes shining on her like steel.

“So it’s true,” he looked down at her and then away disgusted. “It’s true, you were at a strip club. My nineteen year old daughter is whoring herself out at some strip club.”

“Daddy!” Amanda sobbed. “Please, let me explain.”

She reached her hands out to his legs pleading. She felt her body tensing like she was going to get sick, her stomach pulled together in a knot.

“Explain what,” he responded calmly. “What do you want to explain?”

Amanda couldn’t respond. She felt herself slowly losing control of her sobs, her body shaking.

“What do you want to explain? Why you’ve been out so late the last couple of months? Is that what you want to explain?” He looked down at his daughter, her blonde hair barely brushing her shoulders.

“Or do you want to explain what you do? How you rub your body all over strange men for ten dollars?”

Amanda gasped at his last statement and slowly regained control of her body. She looked up at her father angrily.

“I can’t believe you,” she looked into his eyes defiantly, “I can’t believe you said that.”

Amanda’s father pulled his fingers though his graying blonde hair and exhaled as he leaned back into his chair. He calmly looked down at his daughter.

“Why don’t you show me,” he nodded towards her, “if you’re not embarrassed, I shouldn’t be.”

Amanda wrapped her arms around herself poker oyna as she felt her stomach jolt into her chest. Slowly she turned her head back towards her father, her face felt flushed.

“You want me to show you?” she looked up at him as he nodded again.

Amanda didn’t know what to do. She reached her hands out to the floor to steady herself, trying to stand up.

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” she looked at her father, finally getting to her feet.

He looked away but nodded yes.

She felt the tension that filled her body ease. She looked at her father, and felt her body shake. “What was coming over her?” she thought to herself. “Was she really going to do this?”

Amanda slowly walked towards the stereo, kneeling down and turning it on.

“I’ll need a little music,” she looked back at her father, her eyes staring into his as she walked back towards his chair, her hips gently swaying to the beat.

Amanda reached down and pulled her white blouse over her head. She felt her nipples press into her bra as the cool air rushed down her chest. She felt her mind disconnect as she looked down into her father’s eyes.

She reached her fingers into her bra and gently stroked her nipples.

“Mmm, do you like this daddy?” she looked down at her father, his face as ashen as his eyes. “Do you want to see more?”

He looked into his daughter’s eyes, his mouth shuddering unable to answer. He felt his body filled with fear, but he wasn’t sure what he was afraid of.

Amanda drew herself nearer and gently reached her hand into her bra and pulled her out her breasts. She felt her body tense with excitement.

“How do you like my breasts daddy?” she licked her finger and rubbed it over a nipple before reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra. She felt her hips rocking against her father’s knees.

Amanda’s father felt his eyes drift across his daughter’s body as her hands squeezed her breasts together. He closed his eyes embarrassed as he felt the twitch in his pants grow firmer.

Amanda rolled her hips, her hands pressing her breasts together.

“Do you want to see more?” Amanda bit her lip playfully and pushed her hips forward towards her father’s face, slowly unsnapping her jeans.

She felt her knee press between his legs, his cock jolting against it.

“Oh daddy, you’re so big,” she bit her lip playfully again. She pulled the snap apart, her fingers searching for the zipper. She pulled it down slowly, seductively, her eyes staring towards her father’s.

His eyes were unable to look away. He felt his body tense, his mouth already dry felt ready to crack. This was his daughter, he kept repeating to himself but his body wasn’t listening.

She pulled the zipper all the way down and let her finger slide under her panties. She started to pull down her pants slowly turning herself around, until they dropped to her knees. She pushed her hips back towards her father’s face as she finished wiggling out of her jeans. She felt canlı poker oyna his chin bushing her underwear between her cheeks.

“No touching,” she turned around and waved her finger. “That’s against the rules.”

Her father felt his stomach twitch as he smelled his daughter’s excitement. He looked into her lace panties, her lips parted and obviously moist. He tried to speak, to protest, but his mouth just stammered.

Amanda looked towards the wall. “Why was he letting her do this for so long?” she wondered.

Reaching behind her she slowly pulled her panties down revealing the top of her crack. Her cheeks pulled together by the elastic in the panties, she felt the first cool breeze drift through her legs, sending goose bumps down her spine.

She waited for a moment, her fingers frozen at her side. She felt funny pulling her panties all the way down. She closed her eyes.

Her father felt his body stiffen. He couldn’t help but watch as she pulled her panties further and further down her legs. He reached his hands out instinctively and brushed them against her hips.

Amanda felt her body quiver suddenly as her father let his hand drift down her hip.

“You feel so nice,” she moaned softly lost in her excitement.

She pushed her underwear away, bent forward and pushed her legs apart. Looking back over her shoulder she slowly sucked her middle finger.

“Oh daddy, you’re making me very excited,” she looked into his eyes and slowly pressed the wet finger between her thighs. She watched his eyes drift to her ass as she gently worked the finger back and forth between her legs.

Slowly she lowered her hips onto her father’s lap, her cheeks pressed on either side of his cock. She let her hips move to the music, feeling his cock stiffening between her cheeks.

He felt his cock pressing into her ass. He reached his hands out to her hips apprehensively and let his hands roll with her hips. He closed his eyes, savoring the softness of her skin against his hands.

Amanda felt her father’s throbbing quicken as she gently pushed his hands off her hips and turned herself around. Kneeling between his legs she rubbed her hands through his pants and against his throbbing shaft.

Her fingers deftly reached for his zipper, her small fingers reaching inside of his pants, she clutched at his cock.

“Oh god,” he finally managed to moan, his head tilted back on the chair. He felt her soft little fingers work their way through his underwear.

She unsnapped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He felt her soft breasts envelope his cock, her nipples pressing against his hips.

Amanda felt the heat of his cock radiating through her chest. She turned her head up to her father’s, as he slowly pressed his cock up and down between her breasts.

He looked up at the ceiling, feeling his cock aching. “She’s your daughter,” he kept repeating to himself, his hips pressing up and down against her heavenly soft breasts.

Amanda slowly lowered herself between internet casino his legs, her mouth gently pressing against his throbbing cock. She looked up into his eyes, as she let her lips surround his cock, the heat filling her mouth.

He let out a moan as his daughter’s soft tongue slowly worked around his shaft. Gently she lowered her head further and further, taking it all into her mouth, before slowly pulling it out.

“Oh daddy,” she moaned, slowly putting him back into her mouth.

She let her fingers slide up to her father’s chest, gently stroking him as she let her mouth slowly suckle her father’s cock. She felt her body tensing with her own excitement, as his cock got harder and harder inside of her.

She stood up and straddled her father’s legs. She leaned her hips back and parted her throbbing wet lips, her pink flesh glistening with her moistness.

“Oh daddy, you have gotten me so excited,” she looked down at her father, as she let her middle finger gently work it’s way deep inside of her.

Facing her father, she put her knees on his chair and slowly lowered her hips down towards his throbbing shaft.

“Honey,” he barely found the strength to moan.

Amanda touched her finger to her father’s lips as she led her hips over his shaft.

She groaned as she felt his hot cock pressing into her, opening her wider and wider. Her hips rolled to the music. Finally she felt her clit pressed into his hip.

“Oh daddy,” she moaned, her hips gyrating back and forth over his.

Amanda’s father felt like his cock was going to explode. He let his hands wander to Amanda’s breasts. They were so firm, so hard. He pushed his hips deep into her’s.

He looked up into her eyes as he lowered his head and pulled on of her nipples into his mouth. They were so sweet, like honey, he thought to himself as his tongue drifted across them.

Amanda felt like her body was ready to explode. She felt her chest tightening with each thrust of their hips.

“Oh daddy,” she moaned. “I’m going to,” her words trailed off as she felt her body tensing on the verge of orgasm.

Amanda’s father felt himself pressing his hips higher and higher into his daughter. He was barely able to control himself.

He reached up and pulled his daughter’s face to his, his lips pressing her’s apart he explored her mouth.

Amanda felt her body lose control, her father’s big tongue pressing deep into her throat, her hips rolled faster and faster against his. She felt her body tense before throwing itself into orgasm.

Amanda’s father felt his cock give out as his daughter’s walls vibrated against him. Finally the tension sprayed from his cock, filling her.

Amanda felt like she would never stop coming. Her body rolled and rolled for what seems liked forever. She felt her father’s thrusts slow and then subside, his warm juice mixing with her’s, trickling through her.

Amanda leaned forward, her face pressed against her father’s shoulder, and caught her breath. She felt him softening inside of her, his heart racing against her breast.

“Oh daddy, I’m sorry,” she moaned.

“So am I honey,” he rubbed his hands through her hair.

“I’m only a waitress daddy,” she pressed her lips against his neck and gently kissed him.

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John woke up to a pair of soft lips kissing him. As he opened his eyes, he saw his daughter’s face looking at him. “Good morning sleepyhead, I thought you were going to sleep all day,” she said. She gave her father a hug, pressing her nude body against his. Since she was six months pregnant, her belly touched his body first. She quickly rolled on her side; her hand ran down his chest, past his belly and stopped when her fingers found his erection.

“I love men,” she exclaimed, “They always wake up with exactly what a horny, pregnant woman needs.” Amanda threw her leg over her father’s body and sat on him. She positioned herself so that his erect cock was pressed against her hot slit. She leaned down and mashed her lips against her father’s mouth shoving her tongue deep into his mouth. Then she sat up. Daddy, just lie there, I’ll do all the work this time.”

Amanda rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her slit up and down her father’s cock. When her clit was pressed hard against his cock, she moved her hips in a circle, mashing her clit against the erect cock. Then, she would go back to the rocking motion.

John just lay there watching his daughter. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of total concentration on her face. As she really got into getting herself off, she moved her hands up to her breasts and grabbed her tits and pulled on her nipples. The more excited she got, the harder she pulled and pinched her nipples. John could tell she was getting very close to an orgasm, her hips were moving faster and she was pressing down very hard on his cock. John decided to try something on his daughter that turned his wife on when she was pregnant. Using his fingernails only, he lightly traced the outside of his daughter’s pregnant stomach from top to bottom. When he got to the bottom, he brought his fingernails up through the middle of her belly, brushing her navel with his little finger.

“Oh, that feels good, Daddy. Keep doing it,”

So John continued to scrap his fingernails over her belly and watched his daughter bring herself to an orgasm. Within minutes, her mouth was open and she was breathing quite deeply. She began to moan, quietly at first, then louder. Her body tensed up, she ground her pussy so hard against John’s cock, and it almost hurt him.

“Oh, fuck…. here….. I cummmmmm,” she yelled and collapsed on the bed aside of him. Her hips were still moving in circle and her fingers were still playing with her nipples as she lay there. After a few minutes she stopped playing with herself and opened her eyes.

She saw her father’s smiling face looking down at her. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” John asked?

“It was not bad for a start. I thought we would continue engaging in my fantasies. Of course when I fantasized this I was in high school and I didn’t imagine I would be six months pregnant.

“How many fantasies do you have involving me?” John asked.

Amanda thought for a while and then said, “I guess about nine, no wait ten. I figure with me being here so long, I can have my fantasies become realities.”

Daddy, what do you say about a nice slow morning fuck, are you ready to give your daughter some hot morning sex?”

“I am, honey, however I better make an appointment to see my doctor if you are going to stay here for two full weeks.”

Amanda looked puzzled, “Are you afraid that all the sex we are going to have is going to kill you. You don’t have a weak heart, do you?” Amanda asked, half laughing, half serious.

“Of course not honey. I just think I might need a prescription for Viagra, I know I’ll need it to keep you satisfied for your entire visit”

“I like the idea of you staying hard, no matter how many times you come. You should call as soon as we are finished. I had thought of visiting a few of my high school friends while I am here. They can help me with my urges.”

“I thought you said Bill wanted you here so you did not fuck other men, only me,” Asked a puzzled John?

“He did Daddy, these are my girl friends. In fact quite a few of my girl friends had crushes on you, while we were in high school. I bet we could have some great three way sex.”

“You are just like your mother,” chuckled John. “Which ones of your friends had crushes on me?”

“Most of them Dad, however Janice, Heather and Keesha were the ones that really had the hots for you. They would even ask about you when we were in college.”

“Janice was the thin blonde girl,” asked John? “Keesha was the black cheerleader with the huge tits?”

“”You are right Dad; in fact I think Keesha is still bigger than me and Heather was the tall redhead. Have I got your interest in any of these girls?” She said with a big smile on her face.

“Amanda, I think I am going to enjoy your stay here,” said John with a mischievous smile. “How do you know the girls will be interested in have a threesome with us? You can not really say, hey, I’m fucking my father, want to join?”

Amanda poker oyna laughed, “Dad, these are three of my wildest friends. I have had sex with all of them, both when we were in high and also in college. Janice has fucked every male member of her family, and Keesha has had sex with her older brother, so I don’t think any of them will be taken back by my confession. Enough talk, I need another orgasm, this time bigger” said Amanda.

John leaned down and kissed Amanda on her lips. When she opened her lips, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues played with each other. While they were kissing, his hand went to one of her enlarged breasts. John liked the way they felt, firm yet soft to the touch. He massaged her breast with his palm and last three fingers, while his thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled on her nipple.

Amanda reached over and played with her father’s erect cock and balls. As a teenager, growing up in a house with just herself and her father, she spent many nights she fantasizing about making love. Most often her fantasies involved her father, the first love of her life. She would masturbate to the image of her father’s fingers rubbing her clit. When she was in high school she found a dildo in a box in the basement. She would slide it in and out of her young pussy, imagining it was her father’s cock filling her up. In college, those particular fantasies occurred less and less, especially when she started dating Bill. But even in college, when she masturbated, some of her most explosive orgasms were thoughts of her father making love to her. After marriage, those fantasies seemed just that, fantasies; that was until a couple of months ago, when Bill and their love making took a strange but enjoyable twist. The fantasies of her father fucking her became active again and in fact she made plans to make those fantasies come true.

She felt her father’s lips on her nipple; he sure knew how to push all the right buttons to turn her on. Maybe she took after her mother so much, it was easy for him to make love to her. John’s teeth began to tease her nipples, first the right one then the left one.

“Ah, that feels sooo goood, Daddy.” Amanda moaned. “Bite me harder.”

John did as his daughter asked; he sucked the nipple in through slightly opened mouth. This caused the nipple to scrap against his teeth. When the nipple was in his mouth, he moved his teeth back and forth across her nipple.

“Fuck Daddy, Oh shit, I’m getting so damn horny. Stick your cock in me now. I need to feel your big, hard, cock inside of me. Hurry up Daddy, I need it bad!”

John put two pillows under his daughter’s hips. He grabbed a leg in each hand and spread them as wide as he could. He looked down at his daughter’s open cunt, her wet lips puffed out slightly, just waiting for his cock to enter it. His eyes moved up her body taking in her round pregnant belly. John’s eyes continued up his daughter’s body, first stopping for a moment to admire her much larger tits, with nipples as hard and erect just like his cock. Finally he stared at Amanda’s face and eyes, which were looking directly at him. Her expression was one of happiness and also sexual arousal.

“Daddy, please fuck me now. I am so horny, I need to come again.

He moved his hips forward causing his cock to move close to her moist opening. When its head touched her pussy, his daughter grabbed his dick and pushed her father’s cock inside of her. Then she moved her hands back up to her breasts where she grabbed and pinched them.

John gently and slowly pushed his cock inside of Amanda until his pubic hair was touching her pussy. A low, soft moan escaped from her lips. He withdrew his cock the same way, very slow. When the head of his dick was just emerging from her hot pussy, he pushed his cock back in. He repeated the process for three or four minutes. Amanda’s moans became louder and more frequent, her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth was slightly open and her breathing was very rapid. Amanda’s finger’s were pinching and pulling on her nipples.

“Faster, fuck me faster. I need more.”

John picked up the pace a little bit, but not to the extent of his daughter’s wishes. He decided to keep her on the brink of an orgasm as long as he could hold out.

“Daddy, faster….shit… I’m almost there….. Fuck me faster Daddy!” Amanda tried to move her hips at a quicker pace, but since her ass was propped up on pillows and her father held her legs, she couldn’t control the pace of the fuck, the way she wanted. John increased the tempo of his fucking his daughter, but not too fast.

Amanda quickly came up with another plan. “Oh, Daddy that feels soooo gooood…..Fuck me with your big hard cock…..Shove your dick up your daughter’s pussy….. Make me come….I want to feel you shoot your come deep inside of me…..Feel how wet I am….You make me soooo hot”

Having his daughter talk dirty to him was having an effect on John; that Amanda canlı poker oyna wanted. He began to fuck his daughter faster.

“Daddy, look at your cock going in and out of my pussy. See how your cock is wet with my love juice. Look at the way my pussy lips wrap around your hard cock. Your cock is making me crazy. Daddy, can you feel the heat from my pussy on your cock?” She reached around and took his balls in her hand. That did it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

John couldn’t believe how soft his daughter’s hand felt on his balls. He needed to come, now. “Here it comes, baby. Take Daddy’s cock,” John shouted, as his hips were moving like a piston, shoving his cock in and out of Amanda’s pussy. “I’m going to shoot my come inside of you.” He released her legs and grabbed her hips. He pulled her hips against his body to meet his thrusts.

Amanda wrapped her legs tight around her father’s back. She had succeeded in getting her father to make her come. She pinched and pulled on her sensitive nipples, harder and harder she pinched them.

“Fuck, here I come Daddyyyyy” Her whole body went into spasms as wave after wave of one of the most intense orgasms swept over her body. “Oh shitttttt….. that…. feels……. sooooo ……fuckinnnnnn…. goooooddddd. ………

Her hands went to her father’s hips, pulling him into her, even harder than before.

All this affected John too. He could feel his orgasm was only seconds away. His hips moved as fast as they could, shoving his cock deep into his daughter. Then it happened. “Here I cum baby…… Here comes your Daddy’s sperm. He grabbed her hips and shoved his cock as hard as he could into her pussy. He held her there as his cock shot one then two loads of sperm deep in her cunt. He moved his cock in and out of her three or four time, and then fired more sperm inside of his daughter.

“Fuck….. take…. that….. feel …… shit…… I’m …… cummmmminnnn . ooh….. Damn …….. Godddd…….”John’s entire body stopped moving and went rigid.

Meanwhile, Amanda was coming and coming. “Daddyyyy ….. awesome …… sooooooo …….. goooddddd.”

As John slumped to the side of Amanda, she turned her body so that his cock was still inside of her. Her orgasm continued however, only moans and groans were coming out of her mouth. Her hands still pinched her nipples, although she was not aware she was doing it.

John could feel the muscles of her pussy grabbing his cock and then releasing it. Both lay like that for three and four minutes, not moving, just enjoying their orgasms.

They came back to reality at about the same time. John rolled over and lay aside of his daughter.

“Honey that was probably the most powerful climax I have had since your mother died. You were unbelievable, like I said before daughter like mother.”

Amanda leaned over and gave John a hug and a kiss. “Thank you Daddy, I’m glad I could make you feel good. You are quite a lover; I think I will be satisfied until after dinner. The way I have been in the last two or three months, that’s probably a record for me; not wanting sex for over ten hours.”

John got up and went down stairs to make the coffee and fix breakfast. Amanda took a shower, put on a long tee shirt and went down stairs to help her father. When she entered the room John had to smile. In her pregnant state, the tee shirt barely covered her pussy. John gave her a wolf whistle. Amanda smiled and did a little turn around showing her ass off to her father.

“Is that the way you are going to dress today,” asked John?

“While I’m home, it’s either this or nothing. Don’t you like it?”

“Honey you look gorgeous, I told you that. I’m going to take a quick shower, watch the eggs for me, please.” John left the room. When he came back in five or ten minutes, he was wearing a short robe. It only came down to mid-thigh and he had it loosely tied; allowing most of his muscular chest to be visible. Now it was his daughter’s time to whistle.

“Daddy, you look so sexy.” Amanda hugged her father, and then they sat down and ate breakfast.

“So Amanda, you were going to tell me why you decided to seduce me and have your way with me,” John said with a big smile.

“It all started about two and a half months ago, just after your last visit. I was just beginning to have those strong sexual urges.”

John interrupted her, “I know the few nights I spent at your house; I could her you and Bill making love. You tend to be a bit on the noisy side.”

“I know, I am a screamer, but so is Bill. In fact our loud love making was what actually started this whole situation between me, Bill and his mother.”

“You mean that tight ass Katherine?” John was mystified. “I never took her for anything but a prim and proper frigid lady. In fact I thought she would be rather cold in bed, I guess I was wrong.”

“No Daddy, you were absolutely correct, Katie, as she likes to be called now, was just internet casino that, an iceberg; but a series of events turned her into a sex craved woman. She feels she has about twenty five years of fucking to make up.” Amanda and John laughed together at that statement.

“Let me tell you the story of how she changed. They found termite damage at Katie’s house. They had to rip out part of the first floor and replace the wood that the termites damaged, plus they had to treat the whole house for termites. Since her house was a total disaster, Katie decided to come and live with Bill and me until the project was done. Bill thought it would be nice, they could ride to work together and I could get to know his mother even better. She stayed in our guest room.”

“The one I stayed in when I visited you,” asked John?

“Yes. It is at the end of the hall, so we thought she couldn’t hear our love making.”

“Guess again and if you use the guest’s bathroom, it is right next to your room, so you can really hear you and Bill making love. It didn’t bother me; in fact, I would have been upset if I didn’t hear you making love to your husband. But, knowing how Katherine is, or was, I have a feeling she was rather shocked, to say the least.”

“You are right Dad. She didn’t tell us until she stayed with us for three days. On the third day, she really got an eye full. She had made plans to go to the movies with her friend Elizabeth. She left right after diner to pick up Elizabeth and go to the movies. Bill and I thought we had the whole house to ourselves, so we decided to make love in the family room. Well, it seems Elizabeth was not feeling well, so Katie came right home. She used the back door and made her way to the family room. I guess she heard us and her curiosity got the best of her, so she quietly made her way to the family room. Standing in the shadows she watched her son make love to me. Because we had a few hours to ourselves, we were not in a hurry to make love, so she saw everything. She saw Bill go down on me; she saw me sucking his cock; me riding Bill; Bill giving it to me from behind and even Bill sticking his cock up my ass. She didn’t say a word, just watched us for about thirty minutes or so. Finally, she left the house and drove around until the time the movie would have been over and then returned home. She didn’t mention anything to us when she came into the family room where we were watching TV.”

The next morning, she told Bill she wasn’t feeling well and would stay home from work. That left Katie and me alone for the day. She seemed out of it for most of the morning; I thought it was just due to her not feeling well. Finally, after lunch she got enough nerve to talk to me.”

It seems Katie’s mother brought her up to think of sex as evil, something a good woman had put up with from her husband but not enjoy it. Only sluts enjoyed sex. Good, God-fearing women did not. Her mother got married late in life, when she was almost forty. She married out of necessity, Katie’s grandmother had died and her mother had no money left after paying her medical bills. Katie’s grandmother had instilled the same sexual values into Katie’s mother, so come wedding night; she just laid there and prayed it would be over soon. That was her sex life, lie there and think of other things until her husband was finished. Finally, Katie’s father began to seek out woman to fulfill his sexual needs, which was fine with Katie’s mother. That was Katie’s parent’s marriage, until one night her father came home drunk and horny and forced himself on his wife and Katie was conceived.”

Katie’s marriage was arranged by her mother. It seems they needed money and Bill’s dad was an older man with a lot of money, so Katie was forced to get married at age twenty. Her mother moved in with them immediately and continued imposing her views of sex upon Katie. So Katie followed in her mother’s footsteps. Bill was born in their second year of marriage. Her mother never forgave Katie for having a son, she wanted a granddaughter, and she couldn’t stand males regardless of how old they were. Lucky for Bill, his grandmother died when he was young, so he didn’t have to put up with her abuse. That didn’t help Katie’s marriage though and her husband soon found other woman to occupy his time. He was killed when Bill was eight and Katie never even dated again.”

“Boy, she has had a fucked up life,” added John. “No wonder, she was so uptight and cold. So what made her change?”

“I did. She heard and saw how much I enjoyed sex and she knew I wasn’t a slut. She realized at age forty-five, that sex could and should be enjoyed by women too, the only problem was, she didn’t know how to make love. She asked if I could teach her.”

“Of course you said yes. Even when you were a young girl, you were always the one who helped everyone else. I always liked that about you, you were never selfish. It made me proud to be your father.”

“I found out Katie never played with herself, good girls didn’t do that either. The closest she had come to pleasuring herself was when she took a shower and washed herself. She told me, she noticed a strange feeling when she washed her breasts and pussy, but she ignored it.

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I stretched back on the couch and placed the bag of ice onto my knee. The relief was almost immediate as the ice chilled the pain. I sat back and watched Madison play with some of her toys on the living room floor. She was making a growling noise as she batted a ball around. She was too cute for words sometimes. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. My mind drifted for a bit, and then I began to think of places where I could hide Zack’s body. I was definitely going to kill him when he got home.

Two months ago moving in with Zack sounded like a dream come true. I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of the hospital. When I first moved in everything was wonderful. Sure I had some problems moving around and I was still pretty heavily bandaged up, but I was with Zack and that made everything better.

It only took a few weeks before the rose colored glasses were ripped from my eyes. Zack was a slob. That explains why I was sprawled out on the couch. I tripped over a wet towel he had left in the hallway. Yes that’s right. He dropped it in the fucking hallway. I could understand if he left it on the bathroom floor, or even the bedroom floor. Today is the fifth time I’ve fallen over some misplaced object.

Zack had a maid service that used to come in twice a week. He might have been a neat freak at some point in his life, but having someone clean up after him definitely made him lazy. I say he had a maid service because I cancelled it. He wasn’t going to be happy when he found out, but Zack would just have to deal with it. I just was not comfortable with someone else going through my things or picking up after me.

I understood Zack’s point that he could afford it, but just because you can afford it doesn’t mean you have to do it. I shifted the bag of ice on my knee and sighed. There were other problems besides Zack being a slob. Zack hadn’t made a move on me since Ariel tried to kill me. I tried to get him riled up and horny a few times, but he always brushed me off. I figured I would just give him some time, and hopefully he would come around.

I had a bad feeling that moving in with Zack may have been a mistake. Maybe we weren’t ready for this big of a step yet. A tiny voice in the back of my head thought that maybe we could never be ready for this. I quickly tried to push that thought aside, but as the days went on I was having trouble not believing it. Things seemed to be getting worse instead of getting better.

My thoughts were interrupted as Madison suddenly sat up and looked down the hallway. She looked at me and barked once before running down the hall. Zack was home. This had become her normal routine. She would run ahead to greet him at the door and then stay close to his heels until she was given a treat. Zack entered the living room and grinned at me as he threw his suit jacket and tie over the back of a chair. I held back the sigh that threatened to hiss from my lips.

“How’s my baby today?” Zack asked me as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. He looked at the ice on my leg. “What happened to you?”

“I tripped over a towel that some mysterious person left in the middle of the hallway.” I said with a grimace as I shifted the bag of ice again.

“You’re getting really clumsy, Cam, are you sure you don’t need glasses?” Zack said with a grin.

I knew he was teasing. Sure I did. That certainly didn’t stop the anger that began to bubble up inside of me though. The fact that he didn’t even try to apologize for it pissed me off. If I were normally a clumsy person I wouldn’t be upset, but I’m not. And what was with the kiss on the forehead? I grinned back at Zack and crossed my arms.

“I don’t think I need glasses, honey, but maybe I should get you a map. That way you could find the laundry basket. Which, by the way, is not located in the middle of the hallway.”

Zack was still smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m going to have to call the service. The maid should have had all of that taken care of before you even got out of bed. I didn’t leave until 7:45 and they are supposed to be here at 8 a.m.” Zack said as he reached for the phone.

“Don’t bother calling them. I called a few days ago and cancelled the service.” I said before he could dial the number. “I told you I wasn’t comfortable with strangers picking up after me.”

“You what??” Zack growled at me.

“I’m sorry. I must have mumbled or stuttered.” I shot back sarcastically. “I…cancelled…the…maid…service.”

As I repeated myself I moved my hands as I spoke and used sign language to drive the point home. Zack’s neck bulged a bit and started to turn red. I knew the move would piss him off, but I didn’t care.

“You are such a fucking child.” Zack said as he stood up from the couch. He shot me an evil look and headed towards the kitchen.

“I might be, Zack, but at least a child cleans up after himself.” I threw over my shoulder at him. “You spoiled fucking brat.”

I heard his footsteps pause at my words, but it was only for a second. He knew poker oyna that I was trying to get a rise out of him. That’s why he didn’t respond to me. Ever since I woke up in the hospital things had been a little different between us. I knew that Zack loved me. I could see it in his eyes. He was pulling away from me though, and I didn’t know how to get through to him.

As I took the bag of ice off of my leg I could hear him slamming cupboard doors in the kitchen. He calls me a child, but he’s the one slamming shit around. I grabbed my cigarettes off the table and lit one up. Madison came bounding over to me with a tennis ball clutched in her mouth. I took it from her and threw it down the hallway. The sounds of her paws scampering after it echoed throughout the apartment.

“You’re really not supposed to be moving your shoulder around like that for a few more weeks.” Zack said quietly.

“The bullet only grazed my shoulder, Zack.” I said as my hand rubbed gently against my wrapped up shoulder. “I started physical therapy last week. I’m supposed to be moving it around more now.”

“I thought you didn’t start therapy until next week.” Zack replied.

“It’s on the calendar in the kitchen.” I said as I rolled my eyes. “I wrote it down on there just the way you asked me to.”

“I guess I’m just used to you telling me day to day what’s on the schedule.” Zack said with a small grin.

His attempt at being charming wasn’t working on me this time.

“You’re right.” I said as I took a drag off of my cigarette. “You are used to me advising you of the schedule, BUT since you won’t let me come back to work just yet it looks like you’re on your own. Honestly, Zack, if you can’t even read the calendar on the fridge how the fuck are you managing your business calendar?”

Zack didn’t respond to me. I glanced over my shoulder at him and he quickly looked away.

“What aren’t you telling me, Zack? You know I can tell when you’re lying.” I said to him. “So just fess up!”

“I’m not handling my calendar at work.” Zack mumbled.

My gaze tightened on him and my eyes went ice cold.

“You just told me yesterday that you were handling everything fine on your own. Did you have a temp brought in?” I hissed. He shook his head. “Please tell me that you didn’t hire someone else for the position.”

Zack raised his head to meet my gaze. He nodded his head quickly. I jumped up off the couch. I was so fucking mad I was seeing red.

“Well I’ll be a dirty mother fucker.” I said, as I got right up in Zack’s face. “YOU told me that everything was fine. YOU told me that you didn’t need ME to come back right now.” My finger poked him in the chest to accent my words. “And yet you hired SOMEONE else to take over my job. You could have at LEAST just brought a temp in. Then again I guess what you said was true. You did need someone there, but you just didn’t need ME.”

I spun around and headed towards the kitchen. I need a drink and goddamn it I needed it now! How the fuck could he do this to me? Didn’t he realize that I would find out about this? I LOVED my job and it wasn’t just dealing with Zack every day that made me love it. Sure it was a great perk that I could see him all day long, but I actually enjoyed what I did. Well technically I guess that would be what I used to do.

“I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid that you…” Zack’s voice broke off as I began slamming through the cupboards.

“Afraid that I would what, Zack?” I tossed over my shoulder at him. My voice was starting to rise with my anger. “Afraid that I would be irrational and upset? Afraid that I would freak out and start throwing things? Be pissed off because your dirty, lying piece of shit ass lied to me?”

“Cam, you need to calm down.” Zack said as he put a hand on my shoulder.

“FUCK being calmed down.” I shot back at him as I brushed his hand off of my shoulder. “You lied to me. You told me that you wanted me to come back, but you felt I should have some time to get over what happened. It’s been over two months, Zack. I was ready to go back to work after two weeks, but you wouldn’t let me. YOU thought I should take some more time off. If you ever planned on having me come back then you wouldn’t have hired someone to fill my position.”

“I didn’t know how you were going to react to what happened, Cam.” Zack said softly. “I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you. I figured I would hire someone in your place so that way you had all the time that you needed.”

“You didn’t know how I was going to react?” I threw back at him. “You haven’t even ASKED ME HOW I FUCKING FELT! You haven’t consulted me about anything. You’re making all the decisions and not even bothering to fill me in on anything. Why should I expect you to even talk to me when you won’t even fucking touch me.” Zack’s eyes flared at my words, but I continued on. “Well that’s not going to float around here anymore. We are going…”

“You’re not going to tell me how to act in my own home.” Zack shot back at me.

“Of canlı poker oyna course. How foolish of me. Your home. Not our home, your home.” I said softly in defeat. “I knew that this was going to be a problem. I shouldn’t have agreed to move in here. This was a bad idea.” I turned and headed towards the bedroom. “You’re so concerned about what’s yours and what you want that you never stopped to realize what you lost.”

“And what’s that, Cameron?” Zack asked.

“Me.”

* * *

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, Aiden.” I said as I dropped my suitcase next to the bed. “It was nice of you to let me crash in your guest room on such short notice.”

“Anything for a friend, Cam.” Aiden said with a smile. He reached up and scratched his belly. Aiden was in a pair of running shorts and a white, worn tank top. As his hand scratched at the invisible itch it showed off his rock hard ab muscles. “So what was with your grab and dash from Zack’s place? You two seemed to be perfect for each other.”

“Zack’s place is the key part of what you just said, Aid.” I replied. I started to pull clothes out of my suitcase. This gave me the opportunity to look away from him. The man was a walking advertisement for sin if there ever was one. “It never was really our place. I think I was more of a guest actually.”

“I’m sorry, Cam.” Aiden said with a sympathetic smile. “You’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you want.”

“Don’t be sorry, Aiden, it’s not your fault.” I replied with a small smile. “You know what they say. Relationships based on intense experiences never work.”

“Ok. We’ll have to base it on sex then. You want to go grab a drink Jack?” Aiden said with a huge grin.

“Sure Annie.” I laughed. I was glad he caught my reference to the movie Speed. “But don’t think you are going to get me all liquored up and take advantage of me.”

“Why not?” Aiden asked as I walked past him.

“Cause I’m a sure thing.” I threw back over my shoulder with a wicked grin.

“You’re a pain in the ass. That’s for sure.” Aiden threw back as he followed me.

“I’ll give you a pain in the ass.” I growled at him. I turned around and grabbed my crotch. “You’d definitely be walking funny the next day, studly.”

Aiden walked past me laughing his ass off. I followed him into the kitchen. It was difficult to keep my eyes off of his firm, muscular ass. Images of Zack’s ass filtered into my head, but I firmly pushed them away.

“What’s your poison this evening, sir?” Aiden asked in a perfect bartender impersonation.

“Surprise me.” I said with a grin.

“I expect a really huge tip by the end of the evening for serving you.” Aiden said with a chuckle.

“First, I want to know who told you how big my tip was.” I said with a wink. “And you can have whatever you want if you service me the right way.”

“You are just too much sometimes you know that?” Aiden asked as he passed me a bottle of beer.

“Who told you I was too much?” I asked grabbing my crotch again.

“What has gotten into you tonight?” Aiden asked with a laugh. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining! You’ve just never been this sexual.”

“I think the problem is what hasn’t gotten into me in over two months.” I mumbled. I quickly tilted the bottle back. The beer burned slightly as it rushed down my throat. I hadn’t meant to get into this topic of conversation. My mouth always moves faster than my goddamn brain though.

“Are you fucking serious?” Aiden said with a raised eyebrow. “How could any gay man in his right mind keep his hands off of you that long?”

My face blushed hard from his compliment. It’s been a long time since anyone complimented me like that. I was glad that I called Aiden before anyone else. I needed someone I could relax around and not have to worry about rehashing everything that happened to me. He was aware of the entire “Ariel-gate” situation.

“If I ever figure out the answer to that question, Aid, you’ll be the first one I tell.” I said with a sigh. “He was so affectionate at the hospital, but once we got home it was a different story. What could have happened?”

Aiden was just about to answer my question when the phone rang. He leaned over me to grab the wall extension. My head swam for a minute in his scent. I’m not talking about body order. I’m talking about that special scent that every man has. I think it’s a pheromone or something, but don’t quote me on that. I sucked at biology in school.

“Hi Grandma!” Aiden said into the phone. “How are you?” Aiden started chuckling.

“Tell grandma I said hello.” I whispered in his ear as I headed back towards the bathroom. On my way back from the bathroom I heard him talking quietly.

“Yes, grandma, he’s the one I told you about. He’s been having some problems and needed somewhere to crash.” I heard Aiden murmur. “Yes, I’m sure it’s a good idea. They are just going through a rough patch right now…everything will be fine, gram…yes, I know you worry about internet casino me…I’m a big boy now.”

I walked into the kitchen as the ‘big boy’ comment left his lips. I playfully grabbed at his crotch. He laughed and slapped my hands away.

“Grandma!” Aiden said loudly. His face turned bright red. “Yes, you may have changed my diapers, but that doesn’t give you the option to say things like that to me.”

A giggle escaped from my lips. My hand shot up and covered my mouth, but it was too late. Aiden heard me. He shot me a death look. Of course that only made me giggle harder. Aiden turned his back to me. I turned and grabbed my beer. Just as I took a swig I looked back at Aiden. He jerked up the back of his tank top and mooned me! I would have admired the view, but the action caught me so off guard. I wasn’t able to stop myself as beer shot out of my mouth and nose.

“I got to go, gram.” Aiden said into the phone. “It seems that Cameron is a pig. He just spit beer all over my kitchen…what…no, I didn’t moon him…yes, ma’am, I know I shouldn’t lie…yes I mooned him. I love you too. Bye.”

Aiden hung up the phone and turned to look at me. His hands shot back to pull up his shorts. Aiden came over and patted me on my back. I was still coughing up a storm from my beer fountain impersonation.

“I’m guessing I got you pretty well…” Aiden began. “Or were just so excited about seeing my ass you couldn’t help yourself?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, buddy.” I said once my coughing fit was done. “Your ass couldn’t excite an inmate that’s been in solitary for ten years without any human contact.”

“Ouch! You’re a bitch.” Aiden said as he pinched my ass.

I lunged for him, but he darted around the table. He picked up his beer and laughed at me. The atmosphere was so relaxed, and under any other circumstances I would be probably making a huge play for Aiden. I knew where my heart was though. It belonged to that fuck head Zack.

A few hours later we were feeling pretty damn good. I haven’t kicked back and had a guys night out like this in a long time. We had been joking around and laughing so much my stomach was actually hurting.

“Why do people drink?” Aiden said with a slight slur.

“I drink because I am a sensitive and highly strung person.” I replied giggling.

“No.” Aiden said with a grin. “That’s why your co-stars drink.”

“First Wives’ Club!” We said at the same time cracking up.

Tonight was probably the best night I’ve had in months. There was no tension or arguing. There was no worrying about whether or not I would be restricted to sleeping on my side of the bed. I didn’t have to worry about whether or not he would call me during the day. I was able to just relax. I was grateful to have Aiden as my friend.

* * *

Zack’s Point Of View

A sigh escaped my lips as I sat up against the headboard. I couldn’t sleep for shit. This was the third time tonight that my body rolled over to the other side of the bed. Which normally wasn’t a problem, but tonight that side of the bed was cold. There was no warm body there. My eyes glanced over to where Cameron should be lying sound asleep right now.

God lord, how could I have let things get this bad? I knew that I was having issues, but I really wasn’t ready to talk about them. So being the ass that I am I just acted like everything was fine. I should have talked to Cameron and let him know what I was feeling. I should have at least told him something, but instead I ended up losing him. Which is what caused this entire problem in the first place.

My past relationships haven’t been the best. Lucas was a prime example of how my past relationships went. Sure I was with someone, but emotionally I really didn’t let anyone in. Cameron changed all of that. Somehow he managed to get through every wall I had setup around myself. If I were honest with myself he didn’t just get around the walls. That man blew them apart.

The moment he walked into my office for his interview I knew that there would be trouble. The man was fucking gorgeous in my opinion. One of the best things about Cameron though is that he really doesn’t have any idea about how attractive he is. The other thing I realized right off the bat was his wicked sense of humor. The man’s tongue was sharper than barbed wire and faster than a pre-teen jerking off.

Things went pretty smoothly at first when Cam started. The last few assistants had things so disorganized most of Cameron’s day was occupied with that. In fact I was impressed because he got everything under control by the end of his first day. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I had gotten very lucky when Cam applied for this position. He was not only one of the smartest people I met, but every day he just seemed to become more and more attractive to me.

I couldn’t tell you the number of times I called him into my office just to watch him walk away. Fate had bestowed a tight, firm, muscular bubble butt on the man. The dress pants he wore almost seemed to caress his ass when he walked. Just watching him walk was enough to excite me. There were a few times I couldn’t even get up from my desk, otherwise my situation would have been clearly evident.

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