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I was chatting on the computer with Greg, my secret crush. Greg is a drop-dead gorgeous hunk that goes to my high school, we unfortunately don’t shares many classes. He is popular, and he is the captain of pretty much every cool sport in the school; and of course he’s dating the perky head cheerleader, like all head jocks do. I have no luck, huh?

I am the complete opposite of Greg’s girlfriend. I have blonde-brownish shoulder-length hair. Ware framed glasses over my ocean blue eyes and braces on my slight overbites; I am not svelte, I stand a meagre five foot six and weigh a generous, for a girl, hundred and thirty pounds. But what sets me apart most from Greg’s girlfriend, and pretty much every other girl at school, are my extremely large natural breasts, don’t get me wrong, I am not the only big titted girl, but unlike the rest I grew them, rather then come back from the plastic surgeon with them.

My breasts are pretty much the only assets I have to work with to get a date. My tits look like two enormous bowling balls sticking out of my chest. It has been hard to find bras for my oversized mammaries. My bras would consist of at least four shoulder straps and a heavy under frame, to hold up my jumbo melons, and keep me from literally tipping over. I am failing gym class because I refused to run or pretty much do anything that consists of me jumping up and down.

Puberty struck me very late; I wore a B cup bra through my entire junior high, and for practically three years of high school. But finally over the summer before entering my senior year, my B cups blew up into double D’s, soon followed by F’s, and I’m now stuck wearing G’s.

Many of the unpopular girls tried to hide their chests, especially the ones who were well endowed, but seeing how it was impossible for me to do that, I just avoided wearing low-cut shirts, tight shirts, and anything else revealing to the public. My big tits were a pain until I met Greg. He was new at our school, but he was already very popular, mostly due to his good looks and charm. I was going to try to avoid using my huge breasts to get a date with Greg, but, I was too late, Susan had already won the mantle and was his current girlfriend.

I used my network of contacts to get Greg’s AOL screen name. My friend knows Greg’s best friend, so she asked his, and he gave her the info, she then relayed it to me, and since I asked her to keep it quiet, and she asked his to also not tell Greg, he did not know who I really was. I asked them to introduce me to Greg online, but to do it casually. The introduction went off smoothly; Greg and I became friends quickly, and I’ve been talking to him ever since; but I have taken great efforts to avoid revealing my true identity, however I have been telling him the truth about my life.

Oh, Greg just popped online, he always IM’s me the second he gets online and sees that I’m available. Let’s see what he has to say today.

Greg101: How is it going Anne?

AnneSweetheart: I’ve been better Greg, but thing are pretty good. Especially now that I’m talking to you:)

He seems to bubble when I tell him that, the only problem is that I don’t know if he realise how true it is.

Greg101: That’s bebek escort great to hear Anne.

Greg has the habit of turning on his webcam while we talk, today is no exception. He loves to show off his body, he has kept it mild until now, I can always dream, but he almost never wares a shirt while we talk, on look he’s topless again today. I have a web cam also, but I rarely use it, and of course I have never let Greg know I have one, I know he would urges me to use it, and I would cave, but then he would know who I was, and I don’t know what he would say, or do. I don’t want to deal with him rejecting me.

I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t hear Heather, my best friend, climbing the stairs, but suddenly, my best friend came walking into my room. I jumped in surprise as she said, “Hey Anne!” Heather doesn’t know that Greg and I are computer buddies, and have been for a while now.

Her curious eyes quickly recognised the live Webcam feed of Greg. “Anne, that’s that Greg, isn’t it? I know you have the biggest crush on that hunk, why didn’t you tell me you two know each other?” Heather quipped. “I had no idea him and you were computer buddies? How come you’re not on your web cam showing him some naughtiness?”

I replied frantically, “Because, Heather. He doesn’t know I have a crush on him and that we go to the same school. And even more importantly he doesn’t know who show I really am. I haven’t told him yet.”

“Anne you little minx, you haven’t told him who you are. Just how did you get his nickname, and even more importantly, how did you manage to get him to put you on his buddy list?”

“I had a friend setup the meeting, and we just became friends.”

“You sneaky little thing, you so need to tell him who you are.”

“No!” I anxiously replied, “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he stops talking to me? I can’t afford to take the risk.”

“Anne, how do you expect to get anything in life if you never take any risks? Besides, how else do you suppose you will get him to notice you, you have to reveal your secret?” Heather urged me on, “This is your chance. Make your move, it’s worth the risk. Besides no man can resist your charms.” Heather had her hands wrapped around her the sides of her breasts as she stuck he chest at me to emphasise her point.

So I am sitting there, wondering what to do, heather is still egging me on and tempting me to finally reveal myself to Greg. And that’s when I notice that Greg has just typed his seventh “hello?” Oh my god, I have been ignoring him, he must be wondering where I am. I quickly type back.

AnneSweetheart: Sorry Greg. A friend of mine just showed up and I got carried away talking with her.

Greg101: Oh. So does that mean you have to go now: (

Just then I decide that I want him to know, so I reply.

AnneSweetheart: No Greg. I’m not going anywhere, but I have some good news for you, she brought over her webcam, so, if you want, you can finally see what I look like.

Greg101: Awesome! Let’s see what you look like girl.

I quickly rush to hook up my webcam, and as we wait for it to come on Heather takes a seat right beside me. I send the invitation istanbul escort to Greg to view my webcam; butterflies file my stomach as I wait to see how he reacts. His face fill with shock as my image comes up on his PC; I can’t tell if it’s good or bad, my heart stops as I wait to see what he has to say.

Greg101: How come you didn’t tell me it was you?

I type back hesitantly.

AnneSweetheart: Because, I didn’t think you would want to chat with me anymore after I had revealed myself.

I feel my life ending, his expression softens s he sees how worried I am, then he types back the best words I have ever read.

Greg101: That’s not true Anne. I’ve always noticed you walking in the hallways and sitting in the back of Science class. I just didn’t have enough courage to talk to you.

My world is turned on its side, he knows me, he wants to talk to me, and even more importantly he has just admitted he has wanted to approach me, but was worried to make the first move.

AnneSweetheart: Really?

I could barely bring myself to accept that Greg might have actually wanted to get to know me better, and now I have to hear it again, to hear he actually has been trying to talk to me all this time.

Greg101: Yeah really. Just because I’m well liked around the school doesn’t mean I can’t talk to whomever I want. Susan can be a bitch about that sometimes.

AnneSweetheart: lol yeah. I can’t stand her.

“Hey Anne. Ask him to see his dick?” Heather volunteered. “I want to see how big it is?” I gasped.

“Heather. I couldn’t do that,” I protected.

Heather pushed me away from the keyboard and quickly typed in, “I want to see your cock.”

“HEATHER!” I shouted out loud angry.

Greg laughed as he typed back. “As you wish.” “Oh my!” I said stunned by Greg’s decision to actually show us his cock.

Greg stood up and unzipped his jeans right in front of his cam. He opened the slit in his boxers and pulled out his limp cock. It was unusually big for a flaccid cock but beautiful none to less.

Greg started playing with his cock for Heather and I. We were getting very turned on by Greg’s large, even thought it was soft, cock. I couldn’t wait to see how big it would get when hard.

Greg101: How do you like it? Sorry I’m not at my full potential. Just not very horny right now.

I refocused and typed back.

AnneSweetheart: It’s nice Greg. Really large, it being soft and all, and your balls look enormous too.

“Hey Anne! If you showed him those big ol’ titties of yours, I’m sure that would turn him on,” Heather suggested.

Greg sat back down after toying with his cock and balls for a while. He saw the huge grin across my face.

Greg101: I knew you would like it. I could show it to you personally sometime 🙂

Heather and I started giggling like schoolgirls.

AnneSweetheart: Do you want to see my breasts?

Greg licked his lips and typed back.

Greg101: Oh yeah!

I stood up and leveled the web cam with my gigantic chest. My breasts were solidly encased inside my large red Hawaiian shirt. The words and picture were distorted by the strain beyoğlu escort my huge breasts put on the garment. Heather looked up at me but her eyes locked directly onto my huge boobs. I started lifting up my shirt over my massive bra cups. My enormous breasts swelled over the top of the cups.

“Jesus Christ!” Heather said excited. “I’ve never seen you in your bra before. Let me unleash those monstrous puppies.”

As I held my shirt up to my neck, Heather grabbed the bottoms of my white bra cups and started lifting them up over my fleshy orbs. My huge G breasts tumbled out and started swaying gently back and forth in front of the cam. My enormous pink areolas captured the gazes of my audience, while my small pink nipples seem to hypnotise Greg and Heather.

I saw Greg’s facial expression, he was blown away. I saw his hands starting to reach into his jeans and play with his cock. Heather had her eyes glued to my big swinging tits as she held my bra cups up.

“Holy Shit Anne! Those are some fucking enormous titties! You must have the biggest fucking tits in the whole damn school,” Heather shouted.

I bent down over my ample orbs and typed, “How do you like them?”

Greg101: Big and juicy just like yours sweetheart. God my cock is hard.

I started smiling after Greg said that. The next thing I knew, Heather’s cold hands started fondling my hanging tits. She scooped them up and dropped them back down and watched them jiggle and ripple, then flip and flop like crazy.

Heather then typed in “God Greg. If only your hands could feel this massive mammaries. You would but your nut in those jeans.”

I started laughing and Greg agreed.

Greg101: Lick Anne’s nipples Heather.

I was shocked at what Greg had asked Heather to do, but sure enough, I felt a juicy wet tongue circling the small bud on my left breast. Heather used the tip of her tongue to trace circles around my hard nipple. She then pressed the back of her large tongue flat against my nipple, pressing my nipple back into my tender breast flesh.

She turned her tongue around and pressed my nipple back into my pillowy flesh with the front of her tongue. Then her mouth locked over my small nipple as she began sucking my nipple like nursing baby. Her face was pressed flat against my soft breast while she suckled the nipple, I could feel the air from her nose rushing against my tit.

She cupped, squeezed, and mauled my large tit as she was sucking in both her small hands and captured a good amount of tit flesh between her eager lips. She was sucking away at my left jug just like a starving lady might.

I started moaning and crying out from Heather’s sucking. I saw Greg had whipped out his large hard cock and was stroking it while watching Heather and I.

Minutes later, I heard a large pop as my left tit fell out of Heather’s mouth, it glistening in her saliva.

AnneSweetheart: Her huge juicy tits taste good Greg. You could come over and taste one with me.

Greg stopped stroking his extremely large cock and replied.

Greg101: I would like to come over if that is ok with Anne?

Heather looked up at me while sliding her tongue back and forth over the nipple she sucked repeatedly. Flickering and pushing at my wet nipple with her tongue and then lapping around my enormous wet areola with her tongue. I was so turned on by Heather, that knew I needed Greg to come over and relief me of my horniness. So I nodded my approval.

Greg101: I’m on my way…

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Rita’s glare intensified as a slow, arrogant smile spread over her brother’s face. She couldn’t believe that the little dweeb had actually gotten the better of her for once.

She knew that getting a tattoo was a bad move – with parents as strict as hers, even suggesting that she was thinking about getting inked would have been enough to get her grounded for life, but one rebellious night, she’d told herself that it was her life to live, and gotten a butterfly on the inside of her thigh – somewhere that her parents would never, ever see.

If it were anything else, she’d just be able to claim that her brother was lying, or somehow distract them, but she knew that all he had to do was drop a hint of an idea, and her parents would insist that they prove him wrong.

He had her exactly where he wanted her.

“It’s simple,” Fergus said. “If you don’t want mom and dad seeing it, you have to show me your tits.”

“What!? But…I’m your sister!”

“I’ve never seen any before,” the eighteen-year old replied, and before Rita could splutteringly object, he gestured at her leg.

Rita had no idea how he’d even caught a glimpse of her tattoo in the first place, but his request seemed to suggest that he had more than a sisterly interest in her. She shuddered at the idea of him jerking off at the sight of her tits…but he had left her with no choice.

There was a long pause, as Rita considered whether spending the rest of her life under direct parental supervision was better or worse than her creep of a brother seeing her topless. Finally, through gritted teeth, she tersely gave a single-word response.

“Fine.”

“Once a day,” he nonchalantly added. “For the next two weeks.”

“Fine!” Rita responded, and pulled her shirt up.

Better to get this over with. The first time, she knew, would be the worst. Reaching around to undo her bra, she hoped that he’d get bored of them quickly.

By the smirk on his face as her bra dropped and her nipples came into view, she didn’t think it was likely.

*

“What!?” Rita said angrily, her lips pursed and one foot stomping the ground. “But we had a deal!”

“I’m sorry,” her brother replied calmly, “but the deal was once a day for two weeks. No more, no less.”

It had just hit ten pm – like clockwork, the sound of snoring had emerged from their parent’s room, and just as she had for the past fourteen nights, Rita had sneaked over to flash Fergus.

Tonight, however, he’d reminded her that the two weeks were up. No matter how much she’d begged or pleaded, his trademark stubbornness had remained in place, and he’d refused to let her show him his tits again.

“Come on, bro…” Rita said desperately. “Let’s talk about this…”

“I’ll tell you what…” Fergus replied, deliberately slowly. “Show me your pussy as well, and I’ll let you flash me.”

Rita instinctively recoiled, and her brother looked worried for a second, before his smirk returned, and he looked directly between her legs.

Glad she was wearing jeans, Rita tried another tack.

“How about chores? Let me keep on showing you my tits, and I’ll do your chores for the next week…the next month!”

“I’m sorry,” Fergus said, turning back to his computer. “I made an offer. Show me your pussy, and I’ll let you show me your tits. Actually, just so that it’s definitely worth it, your ass as well.”

“But…” Rita replied, feeling sick at the idea, “…but I’d pretty much be naked!”

“Perfect,” Fergus said, taking her statement as an agreement. “Once a night, but naked, instead of just topless. Starting tonight, of course.”

Rita bit her lip nervously…she’d had a few boyfriends, of course, but none of them had actually seen her naked body before. Ignoring the ick-factor of being naked in front of her fully-clothed brother – in his bedroom, at that – she felt extremely self-conscious.

But compared to not being allowed to flash Fergus any more…

Almost immediately, she started peeling off the tight sweater she’d worn in. It’s not that much worse than being topless, after all she told herself, and after removing her bra, she slowly unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered them as well.

As Fergus watched expectantly, she hooked her fingers into the elastic of her panties, and reluctantly dragged them down her legs, showing off her neatly-trimmed pussy.

The broad smile on Fergus’s face showed that he was enjoying the view. She shuffled nervously on the spot, as he leaned in close, staring at her pussy, not even noticing the breasts that she fatih escort was proudly thrusting forward.

Before too long, he dismissed her. Rita had a fairly good idea of what he was going to do immediately after she left.

*

“Would it really be so bad?”

“Of course!”

Rita couldn’t even believe that he’d ask. She was his sister, for Christ’s sake. Other than the fact that she came into his room each night, and stripped for his viewing pleasure, there was absolutely nothing weird about their relationship…where did he get the idea that it was okay to ask her to…to…to do THAT!

“Well then, I’m just going to go to sleep. Good night, Rita.”

Fergus turned away, and as Rita considered the possibility of leaving without him even getting a peek of her pussy, she reconsidered.

That night, she’d gone into his room as usual, to stand in front of him and slowly strip. She loved the way that he stared at her, his heavy breathing as she removed her panties, the erotic thrill of knowing that her body was being admired…to suddenly cut her off from the highlight of her day was…well, it was just plain cruel.

“Oh, hey sis. Sorry, I don’t feel like jerking off tonight,” he’d said dismissively as she entered. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Her throat suddenly closed with panic, and it wasn’t until he’d turned back to his computer and started typing that she found her voice again.

“What? You…you can’t do that.”

“Sure I can,” he said, not even turning back to face her. “It’s my room.”

“Yeah, but…that’s not fair! How about if I strip and you just don’t jerk off?”

“Sorry, Rita. There’s only one reason I look at you each night, and I think you know it. Of course…”

He’d turned back to her, and her hopes had risen, only to be dashed again by his next words.

“Maybe if…maybe if you jerked me off. Yeah! If you jerk me off, I’ll let you get naked for me.”

What a pervert. What a sick, foul, disgusting human begin. What a horrible request…looking at each other, that was fine. Everyone saw their siblings naked from time to time, after all. But jerking him off? That was crossing a line that she knew she could never cross.

“Never!” she’d said, and there had been a long pause, before he’d asked her if it would really be so bad. Now, as she stared at his disinterested back, she was asking herself the same thing.

“It’s my body,” she feebly protested. “If I decide I want to show you my body, it’s my right. You can’t just refuse it.”

“G’night, Rita…” he said, and she’d sighed and agreed.

His arrogant smirk was back as he turned around, and undid his pants. He didn’t even have the decency to stand up, and after disrobing, Rita got down on her knees in front of him.

“Let me know when you’re going to cum, you little twerp” she said, making sure to aim away from her body.

“Oh come on,” he replied. “If you’re going to jerk me off, you at least have to let me cum on your body. If you’re not careful, I might not be in the mood tomorrow night either…”

Rita gagged at the idea of feeling her brother’s hot, sticky cum landing on her body, but she knew that he was holding all the cards. A part of her wished that she hadn’t spent so much time convincing him to let her strip for him in the first place, but now that she’d started, she knew that she’d do anything to avoid giving it up.

“Seriously?” she asked, looking up at him, trying to use her big eyes to her advantage, to make him realize just how wrong what he was asking her to do was.

In return, she just got a smirk, and so with a sigh she reached out, wrapped her hand around his stiff prick, and started to jerk him off.

“You’d better have a towel handy…” she muttered, wishing she didn’t get quite so much pride at the hungry look that came into his eyes as he stared at her naked body kneeling before him.

That first night he aimed for her tits, but ended up hitting her face as well.

*

The pause stretched out for an unbearably long time, the two siblings locked in a death-stare.

Fergus’s ever-present smirk was on his face, as Rita stood before him, completely naked and close to crying with frustration.

Fergus had just told her that he was thinking of dating a girl at school, and wanted to “save himself up” for her. The prospect of going even a single night without being doused in her brother’s cum scared Rita so much that she’d responded without thinking, threatening to never let him see her tits again.

Even çapa escort Rita knew that she’d gone too far with that one, and the pair were sitting in silence as they each waited for the other to break.

Finally, Rita asked a question, trying to hide the quiver in her voice.

“What do you even need a girlfriend for? I already come into your room each night and get you off – are…are you after someone prettier?”

Fergus’s expression softened, and he looked down at his sister with love in his eyes.

“Rita,” he said, “there’s no one prettier than you. Look at yourself!”

Staring down at her naked body, Rita had to admit that her brother had a point. Her body was undeniably gorgeous…after all, if it inspired a stud like Fergus to get off on her each and every night, she had to have something going for her.

The towel that Rita had brought in with her the second night sat in the corner, forgotten. Rubbing her brother’s cum into her skin had become Rita’s favourite part of her visits – no matter where he came – front, back, face, pussy, ass, tits…she treated it like an expensive moisturiser and never returned to her own room without as much of her skin glistening and sticky as possible.

The threat of having such a gift snatched away from her had caused Rita’s outburst. She knelt down in front of him, put her head on his lap.

“C’mon…” she said, “why do you need a girlfriend? You’ve got your naked sister, right here, happy to get you off whenver you like…”

“Hmmm,” he said, the gentleness of his tone gone. “Look, Rita…”

“Yes?” she replied, in her most seductive tone.

“If you want me to keep cumming on you each night, you’ll have to make it worth my while.”

He slapped her hand away as she tried to lower his sweat-pants, and she pouted in response.

“Fine,” she muttered. “What do you want? Money?”

The offer seemed to appeal to Fergus, but he quickly shook his head, his grin widening.

“BJ’s.”

Sitting naked in front of her brother, as his hand lightly stroked up and down her back, Rita would have said that nothing could shock her, but her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she looked up at her brother in response.

“Is that a yes?” he joked, and she stood up.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” she asked. “Why…why would you even…oh, god! I can’t believe you’d want me to put my mouth on, on…on your THING! I will never, never let you do that to me…”

Adrenaline pumped through Rita’s body, and a flush spread across her exposed skin. Fergus just sat back and looked at her, one eyebrow raised, and it suddenly occurred to her what she was risking.

The end of her nightly cum-showers. She’d lose her favourite sensation in the world, the feel of his cock in her hands…

She gulped as she realized how angry she’d suddenly gotten.

“Well…maybe once.” she mumbled.

Fergus’s grin returned as his sister dropped back down to her knees.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking her hair as she took his cock in her mouth. “And don’t forget to swallow it all down…”

*

“Absolutely not. No way, no. I am not letting you fuck me. Not now, not ever, no matter what. You…you know that’s wrong.”

“Look,” Fergus patiently replied, “I’ve got a lot of women who want to fuck me…”

Kneeling before her brother, dressed in the lingerie he’d picked out for her, Rita couldn’t help but nod. He was the most attractive male in the whole school, if not the state – she knew that the only reason she’d had exclusive access to him for this long was because of her accessibility, her enthusiasm for blowing him, and her perfect double-D breasts.

“…the only reason I don’t is because you’re right across the hall, but if you can’t match what they’re offering, you can’t blame me for going elsewhere! Either you fuck me – and it had better be good, sis – or I’m going to have to start returning girls’ phone-calls, and let them know that the Fergus train is ready to board.”

A furrow appeared on Rita’s brow as she continued fellating her brother. Sex with Fergus – sex with her brother – incest…

It went against everything she knew was right. But at the same time, her stomach was already beginning to growl, so eager was it for Fergus’s sweet, rich, full cum. She didn’t know what she’d do if he cut her off…he did, after all, have an exclusive supply.

Putting her mouth into the O-shape that she knew her brother liked so much, and letting him rapidly fuck her face, Rita hoped sarıyer escort that her submission and compliance might distract him, at least for long enough to cum in her hungry mouth.

He quickly worked out what she was doing, however, and pulled out. Sitting back, desperately wishing that her brother’s cock was in her mouth once more, Rita realized he had her exactly where he wanted.

He had total power over her.

Suddenly nervous, Rita looked at him more seriously than she had all night, and spoke in her soft, earnest voice.

“You don’t really want to do this, do you? With me? Your sister?”

“Of course I do, sis. I’ve wanted to plough your hot little cunt for years.”

A grimace came over Rita’s face at the image of her brother laying on top of her, his thick cock pumping in and out of her. What if she got pregnant? What if someone caught them?

What if she liked it?

There was a long silence, as Rita mentally ran through every worst-case scenario that she could think of. Getting caught, getting pregnant, getting off…hating every second of it, hating herself, loving every second of it…being branded a brother-fucker, being socially ostracized, being disowned by their parents…even going to prison!

No matter how hard she tried, however, Rita couldn’t imagine a situation worse than never getting to suck her brother off again.

Finally, after almost ten minutes of deep thought, Rita’s shoulders slumped, as she resigned to the fact that her brother had won. He had the supply, she had the demand…he could do whatever he wanted to her, and all he had to do in return was let her suck his perfect cock.

“Fine,” she sighed, and slowly began removing her panties. Her brother didn’t say a word – he just smiled in triumph as he moved his glistening cock to her entrance, and slowly thrust forward.

*

“Oh god, yes!” Rita said. “Oh wow, yes…that would be sooo hot.”

“Really?” Fergus asked, taken aback. He didn’t even particularly want to fuck his sister’s ass – he was more than happy to keep on cumming inside her wet and willing pussy each and every night…he’d just wanted to see how she’d react.

Enthusiastically, it turned out.

“Fuck yes! Oh Fergus…can we try it right now? I’m getting juicy just thinking about it. Promise me this though, bro – you’ll make sure to use my pussy to get your cock nice and wet first, okay?”

*

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh yes!”

Not for the first time, Fergus was realizing that mid-coitus wasn’t a good time to have a conversation. As soon as she entered the room, however, Rita insisted that they fuck as quickly as possible. She learned that if she got him off fast enough, he’d be able to cum in both her holes before insisting on going to bed.

“So…you’ll start wearing miniskirts to school?”

“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck! Yes! Oh, Fergus, that’s such a hot idea!”

“And you’ll shave?”

“Yes! Yesss! I want you to…oh god yes, keep going…I want you to be able to look at my pussy and see that I’m keeping it so bare…for you! Oh, Fergus, yes! All for you!”

“How about a new tattoo?”

“God yes, what a sexy idea! Every time I see it, I’ll know that I belong to you, that I’m my little brother’s personal sex slave! I’ll know that you own me, that you’ve marked me as your own personal property…”

“What about seducing your friends?”

“God yes, what a sexy idea! I…mmm, yes! Fuck me, little bro! I think Tammy’s at least a little bit bi. Do you want to watch me fuck her? Do you want to watch your hot slut of a sister fuck another woman for you?”

“And Dad?”

“You want me to fuck Dad? Oh Fergus, you get me so wet! What a sexy idea!”

“And Mom?”

“Yes, of course! I’ll help you capture Mom! I’ll help you make Mom your sexy little sex-slave! She’ll join me in her role as servant to your cock, all day every day!”

“What if I said I wanted to knock you up?”

“Oh, Fergus, yes! I want to have a million of your babies! Can you imagine it, your hot older sister, full of your seed? Everyone will know that some stud has had his dick in me…but no one will know that it’s the my stud of a brother. Oh god, Fergus, I want to have your incest babies! At school, everyone will be…staring…at the…knocked up…slut…in a mini-skirt!”

The image painted by her words, combined with the contractions of Rita’s ass as she came caused Fergus to unload into his sister’s tight behind. She collapsed, and as she lay in a blissful delirium, sprawled and naked on his bed, Fergus pulled out, and moved over to his desk.

Day 68, he wrote. Once subject crosses a certain boundary, absolutely nothing seems to be off-limits. Program more effective than anticipated…will have to transfer enthusiasm to another male as phase two commences: testing program on a much older female.

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Jakki’s silky hair arrives in my lap like an indulgent gift, a cool tumble of platinum, a golden river that brushes my thighs and drapes over my hips. A ragged sigh leaves me at these first feather touches.

Jakki’s mouth and neat upturned nose grazes my abdomen, plants slow leisurely kisses along my wide spread thighs, onto the folds of my buttocks where the double bed ends. Her hands slide up my shins as she kisses my arse and I am afforded an excellent view of her head, the crisp line of her fringe that compliments her girlish cheekbones, propped as I am against a stack of pillows.

I witness the arch of Jakki’s back, her tight butt and kneeling legs, the soles of her feet, reflected back at me by the doors of the mirrored wardrobe. Another sigh quivers from me.

Nuzzled against me and on her side lounges Kelly. These are the crumpled sheets of her bare double bed. My eyes travel her creamy skin as she meshes slender fingers through my chest hair, long fingers that have inspired my body before, squeezed and massaged my body to the heights of pleasure. She makes a loose claw and drags polished nails over my left nipple, over ribs and down the side of my leg. Two girls touching me, teasing my senses.

Thin curtains soften the summer light. Kelly’s detached house is quiet, still in the mid-morning heat. There is only our breaths, the aroma of hair. The whisper of flesh on flesh.

Hung over from the night before, I am tired and relaxed.

Last night I shared this bed with my girl friend Kelly and the new long-limbed blonde we chatted up at the bar. In the morning blackness we got back drunk and curled up together, my arms and legs round Kelly; her’s round our new friend Jakki. Though I was exhausted I barely slept, with the other girl so close. My cock wouldn’t soften, sandwiched in the nook at the top of Kelly’s butt cheeks and against my stomach. My heart had raced through those long dark hours, throat tight with anticipation.

Jakki had agreed to Kelly’s proposition.

Now she was about to carry out the promise.

This same woman, whose eye the men at the bar had been desperate to catch. She is knelt here on the floor, my thighs trapped beneath her arms, her breath washing over my lap, into my groins.

I am hard.

My abdomen aches with hours of pent up fire. I’ve left my bladder full. It helps intensify the sensation of bloated lust. I am soaking up their caresses.

Jakki’s sapphire eyes bore into me. My cock lies before her and she gazes up my body and into my face. She heaps licks all over my bulging ball-sack.

Her palms haven’t taken my cock yet. Instead they stray near, over my fuck-ready pleasure-hungry abdomen, slither up my torso. She points to my mouth, one long index finger. It slides over my teeth and tongue to rest at my throat. The silver manicured nail. Every slim knuckle. Staring back along her arm, this reversal has my brain thudding with expectation. I suckle and she flops her face onto my feriköy escort stomach, rolls her tongue in, into my navel in wet spirals. She moans. I’m moaning onto her finger.

Kelly slithers her arm under my neck, cups my shoulder and cuddles close, enchanted by our mutual appreciation. The groaning, Jakki’s probing. A pant escapes Kelly. She bites her lower lip. Nails dig, curl into my shoulder. She loves to be jealous.

Jakki comes up; her finger glides from my lips.

Kelly’s whisper is a hot gust in my face. “You want her to do you, don’t you.”

“Yeah.”

“You want her,” Kelly lifts Jakki’s glossy hair in her fist, “to suck you, don’t you. Don’t you.”

It slides out of me. “Yes.”

I am locked in Jakki’s gaze. I can feel her hard nipples pressing apart my inner legs. Her sleek hair, almost bum length when not defying gravity, trails up to Kelly’s grip. My eyes roam, trying to drink in this trophy, this immaculate woman, every facet and inch of her skin. Jakki’s smooth shoulders. Tan skin. Vivid full lips. Small nose, angular and pert. Just the way I like it.

I bask in her gaze as her fingers coil about the root of my sweaty cock. She lifts me, proud and flaccid.

Kelly lets the hair drop. A golden fan, it falls around Jakki’s face and in my lap. Kelly gathers it over to the other side of Jakki’s head so she can watch this woman’s face.

Kelly wants to know.

She wants to see this act from my perspective, appraise my responses as another woman sucks me off.

Jakki tilts her face, dark eyes resting on Kelly while she rubs me with her lips, mashing slowly up and down the underside of my rod.

The rush is overwhelming, as if my whole body were being rubbed. I go taut, toes curling and grunt. I watch, feel and grunt. I can’t resist. I’m falling now, consumed with urges. I collect Jakki’s hair, twist it into my palm and hold the curtain aside. Energy, hot and rubbery, blooms through my abdomen.

“Look at you.” Kelly leaves a kiss on my shoulder.

I take it in. The mirror. Jakki’s shiny bum, the under-bulge of her shaven cunt, the curve of her spine, her hair captured in my fist. My mouth has gone slack, eyes droopy with the infusion of selfish desire. Kelly stares back, all snowy blonde and lovely curves, sprinkled with freckles, faint across her cheeks and shoulder-line. A slight smile hovers on those lips.

She talks at my reflection. “Do you like her, sssliding those lips against your dick?”

“Ohhhhyeah.”

Kelly takes to watching the girl in my lap.

Jakki brings her lips just shy of my wet tip. And blows. An invisible breath that cools my dick and brushes past my face. Another gust.

Her face changes, her teeth clench.

“You filthy little fuck,” she growls.

The hair pours from my hand.

Her grip becomes a strangle hold around my cock-root. Her other palm presses my stomach, heavy as she kneels up, forcing air gülbağ escort to fly from my nostrils.

“What-” I start to say.

She slaps my cap.

A stun wave that jolts my nerves.

My root in her vice-grip, her other fist clenches on me and tugs just behind the bulbous cap. Fast, vigorous, tight. A fiendish glare occupies those dark eyes. Her fist a pressure ring rushes just beneath the shiny bell. Lovely hard friction.

“Fucking hell!” I am bucking, buttocks off the mattress. Kelly’s nails bite into my bum flesh. She clicks kisses on my shoulder.

Jakki’s fast bond pulls and yanks and I swear into the close air.

I am panting. “Like that, like that, like that…”

Then she is slowing me. Thorough pulls but slowing.

“Think you can take some more?” Jakki snarls, hand pumping. “Think you can take more of my jerking you?”

Her lashes flutter at me, tease her fringe. Her mouth becomes an ‘O’. Still yanking she drops low and engulfs my right ball. Sucks it in, pulls the bulbous sack taut. Kelly is nail-stroking my torso and nibbling my neck. A groan creaks out of her. Then we are all groaning, all three of us, huge protracted moans that fill the room and our heads. And we laugh and settle and return to moaning.

My eyes fly open. I’m in Jakki’s mouth. The bell-end held to where her fist is wringing me. Those defined cheeks hollow and her lips are drawing on me. I feel her tongue roll circles on my knob, a warm swirling intimacy that has me gasping. She is binging on my member and keeps track of my responses with eye contact that borders on worship.

Now she clasps the root, just forefinger and thumb. Her jaws yawn wide. She forces me deep, squashes my cock-head into her throat and gags and keeps me there, holding my gaze, swallowing my big fat shiny bulb, and keeps me there as spit drizzles down the trunk, unchecked by her wide open lips.

“Ghhaaaaarrrrrggggg.”

She comes up for air like a swimmer. My knob has swollen from the throat-swabbing. She uses the heart-shaped tip to paint her lips with a mixture of pre-cum and spit. It makes an incandescent lip-gloss and Kelly coos appreciatively.

“Look at her. She adores your cock, wants to suck you harder. She looks sssso fucking horny.”

Kelly leans and their faces meet in a roiling kiss. She pulls back, her lips now shiny with my lacquer too.

Jackki spends a few moments marinating my loins in flat-tongued licks then hovers her mouth over my prick. In I go, engulfed by that pliant gob, her fingers twisting the root. My hand pulls the back of head down and she moans compliance into my meat. Her sound hums via my cock down my thighs, out to my hips, up through my stomach. This long-limbed girl hums on my prick like it is her best hobby and bliss resonates through me.

“That’s a girl,” Kelly says. She takes Jakki’s chin and presses down the back of her head to bob Jakki on me.

The muffled moans, kağıthane escort the sheer rocking of it all in the mirror works me up.

“Take it all,” I gasp. My trunk pokes way down her neck.

“Throat-fuck him,” orders Kelly. Jakki’s nose dips to my pleasure-tightened abdomen. Gag-blub noises issue from her.

“That’s it – throat-fuck his cock you sexy fucking slut.”

I grope her hair, my head lolling in the cushions.

Jakki blinks watery eyes as she bounces her throat on my tip over and over.

“See how deep you can get him,” Kelly drawls in her ear. She shoves the girl’s head in my lap hard, buckles the tip of Jakki’s nose into my belly.

I feel the twitches of Jakki’s throat muscles massage my knob, gulps that throb on the glands. A spasm takes me and I half-sit up, drop my face back and ‘ooohhhh’ silently at the ceiling. Jakki’s golden head quivers between my thighs.

When her head comes off me I slump in shivering delight.

Kelly regards me with a fervent stare for a long moment, then reaches for it.

She palm-rubs my cock-head, squeezes the fat bud and I am wriggling under her ministrations. Her twisting palm bathes my cock-head, envelops it with strokes, and performs pull-offs that enliven me yet more.

Kelly stops after I’ve grunted several times and locks my root in her fist

“Fuck him with your mouth you filthy bitch,” she says.

I grasp soft hair as Jakki bows and eats me again. Frantic now. She joggles me, gag-blubs, takes me out and slaps me on her flattened tongue, stuffs me deep and coughs on me, out again she spits on me, and my resilience against release flutters toward the edge.

“How long? How long can you last? Huh?” Kelly is squatting, tits squashing my thigh, hands raking my calf, hip and belly. My sopping cock quivers, my balls contract and I feel as though I am buoyed aloft, her head diving, throat-glugging on me again and again, gorging on me.

Then the hard push, jaws, tongue and lips hugging me tight, neck stiff and those sapphire eyes flash up at me and hold.

I want to groan but my mouth hangs open.

Electric tension engulfs my every fibre, emanates from my cock.

Balls tight I erupt into her, fire roaring in my thighs and belly. I twitch and convulse, whip my head about. That final groan drones from the pit of me as my cum drains into Jakki, unseen.

A coy grin forms on Kelly’s glossy lips.

“Oh, you swallowed the cum right out of him girl.”

Between pants I mutter a ‘thank-you’, Jakki’s mouth sliding off me. With gentle tugs they bring me down, prolonging the mellow bliss unfolding through me. Juice oozes from the red eye. One quick brush and Kelly harvests it with her tongue.

After Jakki has left, Kelly corners me in the kitchen. She rubs my trouser lump, jutting her tits through her T-shirt at me. She bends and smoothes her cheek over the bulge, baby-blues turned up to gauge my face.

“You nearly enjoyed that too much. I’ll have to do something about that, won’t I? Don’t want the competition better than me.”

I cup the back of her head and watch her face brush against me like a cat. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow I’ve got a new thing I want to try on you.”

And then she kisses me where it matters.

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The BMW chirped as Jessica pushed a button on the key fob and locked it. Her high heels echoed through the garage as she walked past her father’s other two cars, an Audi and a Mercedes, and entered the spacious house.

She crossed the marble floors and wondered where everyone was; the house was unusually quiet. “Hello?” she called, as she made her way up the main staircase toward the bedrooms.

Jessica looked down the carpeted hallway toward her father’s bedroom and noticed a flickering light, like candlelight, coming from within.

“Dad?” she called, as she cautiously walked toward the room.

She looked through the doorway and was startled to see his Asian maid, Anna May, and a beautiful blonde-haired woman facedown on the bed. Both of them were naked, gagged and bound, with their ankles and wrists tied together behind their backs.

Jessica dropped her bags and ran over to untie them. “Oh my god,” she whispered, “who did this to you?”

Their eyes were both wide open in fear as they struggled and tried to warn her through their ball gags.

As a chill crept down her spine, Jessica realized what they were trying to tell her — the intruder was still in the house! She spun around and her blood ran cold as she saw a silhouette, standing in the shadows on the far side of the room.

“Dad?” she whispered.

The stranger, a tall, muscular man, completely naked except for a leather mask, stepped toward the candlelight. Jessica first noticed the whip in his hand, and then saw the huge, throbbing weapon between his legs.

“Dad!” she screamed.

Leaving the two women bound on the bed, she kicked off her high heels, ran from the bedroom and raced down the stairs. She was fumbling in her purse for her cell phone to call 911 when she stumbled and fell at the bottom of the stairs, her phone skidding across the marble floor.

Jessica’s father, dressed in an expensive suit and tie, bent down and picked up her phone.

“Dad, call 911!” she said. “There’s a rapist upstairs, and he’s got Anna May — “

“Jess…calm down. No one’s being raped.”

“Calm down? We need to — ” She froze when she saw it in his hand — a leather mask, identical to the one she’d seen on the man upstairs. Her father was part of this!

Jessica scrambled to her feet to get away, but the man in the mask had followed her and he grabbed her from behind.

“Let me go!” she screamed. He clamped his hand over her mouth, and held her tight as she fought to get free.

Her father stood in front of her and pleaded with her to calm down, but Jessica kept struggling to scream as she tried to twist loose from the man’s iron grip.

Sighing, he told the man in the mask: “Take her to the room of confinement.”

Jessica’s eyes went wide with fear as she was carried, kicking and screaming, downstairs.

Her father had told her these rooms were off limits, but she saw that both doors were now open. She was dragged into one — a carpeted octagonal chamber — and when she looked up she saw a menacing metal hook in the ceiling.

“No, please!” she said, as the man in the mask closed the door and locked it from the outside. She pounded on the door and screamed for her father, but she knew it was no use — she was a prisoner.

As Jessica slumped against the door, she could still hear her mother’s warning:

“Jess, I know things haven’t been going well at school, or with Jason, but you need to be strong and face your problems, not run away…don’t go to your father’s house. You were so young when he left us, you barely know him. You’ve always had this idealized image of him, but he isn’t the man you think he is. That’s why I’ve never allowed you to visit him; he’s got secrets, dark secrets. I know you think, now that you’re twenty, that you can do what you want. But you need to listen to me: stay here, finish school…forget about your father.”

But Jessica didn’t have a choice — she had to leave. She didn’t think her boyfriend loved her anymore, she wanted to quit school and she couldn’t handle the pressure her mother put on her. She had to run away. She had to escape.

But now she was a prisoner again, and she closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep in the dungeon.

* * *

A few hours later, Jessica woke when she heard the door unlock. She crawled backwards and pressed herself against the far wall as the door opened, but was relieved to see it was Anna May, untied and dressed in her maid uniform.

Jessica jumped to her feet. “Anna May,” she whispered, “we have to escape!”

“Jessica,” Anna May said, as she took her hands and squeezed them. “Relax, he will explain everything.”

Jessica looked over Anna May’s shoulder as her father entered the room.

“Anna May, you can let her go,” he said. “I’m sorry I had to lock you in here, Jessica, but you were panicking; I couldn’t take the chance that you’d call the police and, misinterpreting what you saw upstairs, put anyone at risk.”

“I know what I saw,” she said, as she angled toward the open door. “You had them tied florya escort up so you and that…that freak could take turns raping them!”

“No one was being raped,” said her father.

“Yeah, right. Then why were they tied up naked? Why did you have masks?”

“It was bondage play, honey — they’re slaves.”

“Oh my god…slaves? You’re keeping them prisoner here?”

“Not that type of slave, they’re free to come and go as they please. Let me show you what I mean.” He turned to Anna May and, when he signaled with his hand, she gracefully knelt beside him.

“Do you see how she submits to me? When I say slave I don’t mean she’s my property, I mean that she’s willingly given herself completely to my control.”

“Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone let you hurt them?”

“Jessica,” Anna May interrupted, “your father is my Master. He would never hurt me; he loves me and takes care of me.”

She lifted her chin so Jessica could see her silver choker. The character engraved on it matched the symbol on her father’s cufflinks. “This necklace symbolizes my devotion to your father.”

“But…why were you and the other woman naked? Are you some kind of sex slaves?”

“Jessica,” said her father. “It’s a little awkward to explain, but I want to be completely honest with you. We do have sex — all of us — but Anna May isn’t a sex slave. If I ever tried to force her do something she didn’t want to, she could stop me with a single word.”

“I would never say the word, Master. Never,” Anna May interrupted.

He looked down at her. “Slave Anna May, twice now you have spoken without my permission.”

Anna May’s shoulders slumped as she dropped her head and looked down at the floor.

“You will be disciplined later, return to your duties.”

“You don’t even let her talk?” Jessica said, as Anna May left and went upstairs.

“Our relationship has rules; she expects me to follow them and I demand the same from her. I’m not trying to punish her, I’m trying to make her better, stronger.”

“Stronger? If she was strong she wouldn’t be a slave.”

“Jessica, relying on others doesn’t mean we’re weak, it means we’re human,” he said.

“You know what, it’s really late and I know you’re confused and probably angry with me. And you’re right to feel that way, what happened tonight was one hundred percent my fault. Once I knew you were coming to stay with me, I should have made other arrangements so what happened tonight could have been avoided.

“But I just want to let you know how happy it’s made me to finally be able to spend some time with you. When you phoned me out of the blue, I assumed you needed more money. I never expected you to ask if you could come stay with me.

“I know we don’t know each other as well as I’d like. When you were younger, I’d fly up to visit you every time you called, assuming your mother would allow it, but you haven’t asked to see me in years. Please believe me when I tell you that I love you, and would never do anything to harm you. As long as you’re under my roof, I’ll always keep you safe.

“But if I’ve blown it,” he said, as he handed her back her cell phone, “I completely understand why. And if you want to leave, I’ll buy you a ticket on the first plane home.”

After she returned to her room, Jessica felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. She’d fled to her father’s because her life was spinning out of control, and she didn’t know where else to turn. But now she wanted to escape again, and there was nowhere left to run to. Whether she liked it or not, she was stuck here.

* * *

When Jessica came down for breakfast the next morning, she let her father know she was staying.

“I’m glad,” he said, smiling at her. “And I wanted to apologize again for last night. I didn’t think you were going to be home until later. This is your home too, Jessica, and it was unfair of me to put you in a situation that made you uncomfortable.

“But that being said, I also can’t let your presence make us uncomfortable either. I won’t act differently because you’re here. So, unless you want to watch Anna May get punished, you may want to go eat your breakfast in the living room.”

Jessica froze with a piece of fruit halfway to her mouth. “What?”

“Anna May spoke last night without my permission, and now she will be disciplined.”

Jessica watched as her father calmly took off his leather belt and folded it in half. At his signal, Anna May bent over his lap ready to be spanked. He pulled her skirt up; she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Jessica’s father looked up at her, waiting to see if she was staying or leaving. When she didn’t move from her chair, he lifted the belt high in the air, watching his daughter’s eyes; she jumped as he cracked his belt across Anna May’s ass.

Jessica pulled her knees to her chest and held them tightly, as he cracked his belt a second, third and fourth time; Anna May’s ass cheeks had turned crimson red.

“Have you been punished enough, slave Anna May?” cihangir escort he asked.

“No, Master,” she said, and he cracked his belt down a fifth time.

Jessica saw tears on Anna May’s cheeks, but her eyes weren’t sad — they were excited.

Her father drew the belt back for a sixth swing, but stopped. “You’ve been punished enough, get back to your duties.”

Anna May stood up, disappointed that her punishment had been so brief, and rubbed her sore bum as she went back to cleaning the breakfast dishes.

“Slave Anna May,” he said, as he put his belt back on and grabbed his dark gray Canali jacket.

She turned around and, at his command, kneeled beside him once more.

“You’ve been very good,” he said, and took a pomegranate out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.

Anna May looked at it in wonder, clutched it to her breast and, crying harder than she had when she’d been spanked, whispered, “Thank you, Master!”

* * *

Later that afternoon, Jessica was in her room checking her ex-boyfriend’s status on Facebook when Anna May came in to drop off her laundry.

“Anna May, can I ask you a question? Do you like being a slave? And being punished?”

“I like being devoted to my Master, and doing everything I can to make him happy.”

“Umm, okay. But isn’t it kind of crazy to escape China just to be made a slave here?”

Anna May laughed. “I did not ‘escape’ China — I’m from Indonesia.”

“Oh my god, I’m an idiot,” Jessica said, in the way of an apology. “I shouldn’t have assumed you were Chinese.”

“It’s okay, I’m Chinese Indonesian. My ancestors came from China to Indonesia, which is the most beautiful place in the world, about a hundred years ago. But the native Indonesians — not all of them, some of them — hated us, the Chinese. They attacked us…they raped some of us…they beat my father, and they burned my parents’ store.

“They sent me to America so I’d be safe, so I’d have a better life. And it was better, at first. But then I realized I’d escaped the violence, but not the racism. And I missed my family so much. My parents couldn’t come here, they weren’t allowed. I felt lost…lonely…I had no one to talk to, no one to help me. I wanted to go home, even though my parents begged me not to, but then I met your father. He gave me a home. He guided me, protected me, made me stronger…he taught me not to be afraid, and showed me that there are people who can love, not hate.”

“By making you his slave?”

“Your father didn’t make me his slave — I asked to be his slave. And when he agreed, he set me free. I hope you can understand, Jessica,” she said, as she left to continue the laundry.

“I wish someone would set me free,” Jessica thought, as she saw a new text message from her mom on her cell phone.

“Hi honey,” the message read, “just wondering why u haven’t texted me yet today, like I asked u to? Is something wrong? Is everything okay there? I wish u would come home soon. I saw Jason at the mall and he said he misses u.”

“Yeah, right,” Jessica thought, as she texted her mom back that she was fine and wanted to stay a few more weeks.

Jason was her ex-boyfriend or boyfriend — she wasn’t sure. She’d met him after high school, and they’d just finished their first year of college when he dumped her. She didn’t have to ask why, he was more than happy to tell her: she was fat, she was boring, she sucked (in the wrong way) at sex, etc.

Her friend Sophie obviously gave a better blowjob as he was going out with her by the next day. Jessica begged him to take her back, promising she’d change, but he wouldn’t answer any of her texts. She desperately tried to lose weight, even though her friends insisted that 135 lbs wasn’t fat for her height. But Jason completely ignored her, and soon all of their mutual friends shunned her too.

So she was surprised a month later when he started sending her texts late at night, telling her how much he missed her. He said that he was still with Sophie, but wondered if he’d made a mistake.

Jason asked her to come over — Sophie was out of town — and Jessica foolishly agreed. He fucked her in his bed and, as soon as he was finished, told her she had to leave. She didn’t hear from him until a week later when he called to let her know he’d found the panties she’d hidden on Sophie’s side of the bed, and told her ‘nice try’.

Jessica would pass the two of them in the corridors at college, and see them whispering and laughing at her. Humiliated, she assumed Jason had made his choice. That was why she was so confused when he texted her a few days after and asked if they could talk.

He picked her up a half hour later and drove her to the park, but there wasn’t much talking. He asked her for a blowjob and, thinking if he still wanted her for sex she still had a chance, Jessica was soon sucking him off. These ‘dates’ in the park became a weekly ritual for the two of them, as long as Sophie had a class that night.

Jessica had fooled herself into mecidiyeköy escort thinking that Jason was taking her to the park because he still loved her. But he popped that bubble the last time he’d dropped her off, when he warned her that, if she didn’t get better at blowjobs, he wouldn’t be coming by anymore.

And apparently it wasn’t just sex she was getting bad grades in — she was failing all her classes at school too. In their first year of college, Jason has insisted she sign up for all the same courses as him so they could be together all the time. Now that he’d dumped her, every class was a painful reminder of it. She couldn’t focus on the lectures when he and Sophie were sitting only six seats away, snickering every time they’d catch her looking at them.

Jessica finally quit going to classes, and knew she was going to fail. But she didn’t care; she planned on dropping out anyways. That was why she’d come to her father’s, so she could figure out how to tell her mom that she was quitting school.

But she still hadn’t worked up the nerve to do it and, as her phone beeped with yet another message from her mom, she pulled her pillow over her face, and wished she could move to another country like Anna May.

* * *

Later that evening, Jessica was in her room shopping online while listening to tunes on her iPod. She saw headlights out the window and watched as her father’s car pulled up. He got out of the car and a beautiful blonde — the one who’d been tied up on the bed the night before — followed him inside.

Jessica went out on the second floor landing and watched from the railing as her father walked in. She was surprised to see Anna May kneeling, with her toes touching, eyes lowered, and hands on thighs palms up as she waited for him. She was dressed in leather panties with black silk stockings and matching corset. He gave a signal and the blonde, dressed in a blouse and skirt and with her hair tied up, went downstairs while Anna May followed her father to the kitchen.

Soon, Jessica watched unobserved as her father went downstairs, leading Anna May by a silver chain attached to a large ring on the front of her leather panties. After a while, Jessica wandered downstairs, and she could see the door opposite the room she’d been held prisoner in was open.

She peeked through the door and saw that her father had taken his business jacket off and rolled his sleeves up. The blonde woman, who he called Cassandra, was on her knees beside Anna May wearing a nearly identical outfit, except her stockings, panties and corset were white. Jessica was envious of their beautiful bodies, and hid by the doorway as her eyes drank in every curve. Both of them had long, silky, straight hair, and she watched as Anna May swept her hair up and waited while her father put a silver collar around her neck.

Jessica ducked back as he signaled for the blonde to get to her feet, and led her toward the door. She hid at the end of the hall and watched as he took Cassandra across to the same room she’d been imprisoned in the night before — the room of confinement. After a few minutes, he returned to the dungeon.

Jessica peeked inside and saw her father watching Anna May undress. Once she was naked, he tied her face down on a table, tying her wrists and ankles to each corner.

Leaving the two of them, Jessica peeked into the room across the hall and was shocked to see Cassandra bound naked and blindfolded. She had a three foot long steel bar tied to her ankles, forcing her legs apart. Another rope bound her arms together just above her elbows, while a third rope went from her wrists to the hook on the ceiling, lifting her arms behind her and into the air, forcing her forward.

Jessica tiptoed into the room and crept around Cassandra. Her long, beautiful legs were spread so wide. As Jessica’s eyes drifted up her taut thighs and lingered between them, she noticed her pussy was clean-shaven, and she wondered if she was as excited by being bound as Anna May had been at being spanked this morning. Jessica’s gaze wandered over Cassandra’s high, firm, round breasts and she saw her tiny pink nipples were fully erect. As she kept walking around her, she eyed her perfect butt, bent over so enticingly. Jessica stopped to admire it, wishing she had an ass like that. She reached out, wanting to touch the ropes that bound her, when Cassandra spoke.

“Master? Is that you?”

Jessica froze and held her breath.

“Who’s there?” Cassandra asked, and shook her head trying to remove her blindfold. “Master!” she cried.

Jessica ran out of the room as quietly as she could. She heard her father’s footsteps coming toward her, and she quickly ducked into the bathroom down the hall just as he ran across to the room of confinement.

She heard her father trying to calm Cassandra, who insisted someone had been in the room with her. He untied her and took her back to the dungeon.

Jessica waited a few minutes before leaving her place of hiding. She crept back down the hall and peeked around the corner to see if anyone would notice her passing by the door.

Inside the dungeon, she saw Cassandra kneeling in a corner facing the wall while Anna May was still tied to the table. Her father was standing in front of her with his fist in her hair, tilting her head back until her mouth opened while he slowly unzipped his pants.

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Asian

Swap Meat

I got to the swap meet first thing in the morning, and it had paid off for once. There was a time when I made good money buying vintage video games on the cheap, and then reselling them for a handsome profit online. Unfortunately, a lot of other people had started doing the same thing. That meant the games were harder to come by, more expensive, and went for less in the end.

That day, I’d happened across a new seller with a large stack of NES games who had no idea what she had. Though they weren’t sealed, I managed to snag five carts with boxes, manuals, and most of the other paraphernalia. The real gem was a copy of Little Samson, which could easily fetch a grand or more.

I’d paid twenty bucks each for them.

Riding on cloud nine, and eager to put that Little Samson cart up for auction, I was heading for home after barely thirty minutes when something caught my eye. Another seller was still setting up, and I saw her hanging something that I knew my father would love. He had a theatrical poster, the standee, and pop-up display in his man-cave, but Spaceballs: The Mobile from the video store release had so far eluded him.

She did know what she had. I managed to negotiate a reasonable price, though I would have passed if I was hoping to resell it. Since it was a gift, and I already had a tidy profit awaiting me, I bought it and checked off my dad’s birthday present from a mental list.

Once again, I headed for my car, and once again, something caught my eye. It wasn’t merchandise. It was a redheaded woman, probably about my parents’ age, browsing the booths, and she was hot as hell. I saw her just as she bent over to pick up something on the far side of the table at the booth, giving me a great view of her ass in tight jeans. She had big tits, and she was showing them off with a low-cut top. A large gold necklace further attracted attention to her well-displayed cleavage.

I got a little too wrapped up in staring, and got caught. Just as I looked away, her irritated expression changed to one of wide-eyed surprise. As I walked out into the parking lot, I heard her call out, “Excuse me. Hello. Excuse me.”

I turned around and saw her walking toward me. She pointed at the mobile and asked, “I don’t suppose there was another one of those where you bought that one?”

I shook my head. “No, this was the only one she had.”

She continued her approach, and I had to fight to keep my eyes away from her tits. Damn, they looked good.

“Is there any chance I could buy it from you?” she asked when she stopped a couple of feet away.

“Well, it’s a birthday present for my dad,” I responded. “He really loves this movie.”

“So does my brother,” she said. “His birthday is coming up, too.”

“I didn’t exactly get it cheap, and my dad has been looking for one for a while,” I said. I honestly needed the brownie points, because he was mad I’d missed a softball game that they ended up losing.

She offered me a crooked smile. “What’s the I don’t want to sell it price?”

“I really don’t want to sell it.”

“Oh, come on. Everybody has their price.”

I thought for a moment, and tossed her a price I was sure she’d refuse. It was easily double what it was worth, and more than double what I’d paid for it. “Hundred bucks.”

“That’s a little steep,” she said.

“Well, like I said, I don’t want to sell it.”

She pursed her lips for a moment. “Hmm… What about sixty?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, that’s barely more than I paid for it. Honestly, I don’t know that I’d take the hundred. I really need to get home.”

She reached out and grabbed my arm. “Wait.” Her voice then quieted, and she asked, “What about sixty and I’ll show you my boobs?”

That caught me off-guard. “Are you serious?” I asked.

She gave me a one shoulder shrug. “Sure. You were staring at them, so I assume you like them.” She punctuated that by cupping one of her breasts and lifting it.

I regained my composure and said, “Forty is pretty steep just to look at some tits — even if they are nice.”

“And a naked handjob?” she suggested.

I shook my head.

“Blowjob?”

My pants were quickly growing uncomfortably tight. I did still have two months to find a birthday present for my dad. Her willingness to suggest it only made her even hotter.

“I swallow,” she said in a suggestive voice. “My apartment is only a minute or two walk away.”

By that point, I was already sold, but I pushed for a small thing that no girl had let me do yet. “Suck me on your knees, and let me come all over you?”

“If that’s what you want,” she said without any hesitation. Her hand slid down to my wrist. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and then lifted my hand to her left tit. “Deal?”

“Yeah,” I answered while giving her breast a squeeze. It felt as good as it looked.

She smiled and said, “Let’s go.”

I followed as she led me through the parking lot. She looked back just as I pushed fulya escort my raging hardon into a more comfortable position, and her smile widened. “Only a couple of blocks.”

From the way she smiled every time she looked at me, and the sexy sway of her ass, I’d say she was looking forward to our little transaction as much as I was. Since I’d be seeing it all soon enough, I wasn’t coy about checking out her jiggling tits and tight ass, either. She didn’t seem to mind at all.

Her place was one half of a duplex, in a line of nearly identical apartment buildings that covered three blocks. She unlocked the door, let me inside, and then put her purse down on the kitchen bar, which was next to the door.

She had nice furniture and the place was decorated well. I saw several pictures of her with a boy and a girl at various ages, including some graduation pictures.

Genuine Milf, I thought.

She opened her purse, pulled out a wallet from inside, and then laid three twenties on the bar. “There’s the sixty,” she said.

I sat the mobile and my bag of games down, and only had the briefest of second thoughts as I did so. Even if any such thoughts had endured, they would have vanished a moment later. She tugged at the tail of her shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing a beige bra holding in those big tits of hers. For a woman who had two kids, she didn’t have many stretch marks at all.

“Right here?” I asked as she reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra.

She glanced down and said, “Tile floors. I’d rather mop up cum than clean it out of the carpet.”

“Works for me,” I said as I lifted a foot to untie my shoes.

She went about removing her bra in a practiced series of movements, quickly freeing her breasts. They were pale, and spotted with light brown freckles. She had big nipples, and I had little doubt that they were hard, from the way they were standing out. The pink circles surrounding them were only a little more than double the circumference of the erect points.

We both were removing our shoes at the same time, and when she bent her leg, her jeans lifted enough to reveal that she was wearing cute little ankle socks.

“Why don’t you leave those socks on?” I asked as I dropped my shoe to the floor.

“Like them?” she asked, giving her toes a wiggle.

“Oh yeah.”

“Okay.”

I took a moment to admire her other dainty, sock-clad foot before taking off my other shoe. Even though she had a head start on me, I caught up by yanking off my socks, and whipping my shirt over my head while she was struggling to push down those painted-on jeans. Her white panties slipped down with them, leaving her pussy barely covered. She was shaved — or more likely waxed — bare.

I won the undeclared race by pushing down my pants and underwear while she was still kicking her jeans off to the side. Her eyes widened and she let out a sharp moan when my erection sprang free.

Her voice deep, and sensual, she said, “That is going to be a job.” She pushed down her panties and kicked them away as I walked around the counter to her. I reached for a handful of those big tits as soon as they were in reach, confirming that her nipples were indeed pebble-hard.

She moaned and shivered from my touch, but before I could move in for a suck, she put on a hand on my chest, and gazed into my eyes with a mischievous twinkle in hers. She turned, and carefully pushed everything away from the end of the bar. Naturally, I squeezed her taut ass, and she let out another moan.

She turned and hopped up on the bar in one seamless, fluid motion. I was at just the right distance for her to stretch out her socked feet, and trap my cock between them.

Her feet stroked up and down my shaft, and the soft material felt incredible against my skin. Then, she split them apart, and used the toes of her left foot to tickle my balls, while the toes of her right foot caressed the head.

I groaned and said, “You’ve done this before.”

“Mmm hmm,” she moaned while playing with one of her breasts. “Thought you might like it. You can always change your mind to a footjob, if you want.”

As good as it felt, I was ready to have those lips wrapped around me. I shook my head.

“Blowjob it is, then,” she said. She let her feet drop down, and then slipped off the counter. She glanced away from me for a moment, snatched up a dish towel hanging from a nearby rack, and folded it before sinking to her knees.

She didn’t waste any time, and wrangled my bobbing cock in her hand as soon as her knees settled on the towel. A moment later, her tongue was sliding up the underside of my shaft.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” I groaned while watching her tongue me. I reached out with my right hand and laid it on her shoulder.

She licked me up and down, wetting the shaft, and then kissed the tip. Another long lap brought her tongue to my balls, and she turned her head sideways to lick them with broad-tongued swipes. bomonti escort She looked up into my eyes as her tongue glided up my shaft to the head, kissed it once more, and then parted her lips.

I growled as her hot mouth engulfed me. She took me halfway in that first suck, her lips sealed tightly around me. She pulled back slowly, looked up into my eyes when her lips reached the rim of my cockhead, and then took me in again — even deeper.

Damn, but she was a hell of a cocksucker. It was easily one of my top three blowjobs ever, and she was just getting started. She let go of my cock, and put her hand to work caressing my tightening balls. Her lips slid up and down my cock, nearly reaching the root on every suck. My hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her head, and my fingers entwined in her hair.

Much to my delight, her other hand found its way between her legs. I could just see her playing with her pussy around her big tits. I could hear a faint jangling from the necklace around her neck and a matching bracelet on the wrist of the hand working her clit.

A couple of sucks later, my cock vanished entirely in her hot mouth.

I gasped at the same time as her cheeks puffed out, and a blast of air rushed up my saliva-coated erection. In only a fraction of a second, she had her lips tight around me, and sucked back to the tip at a torturously slow pace. She let me escape with a wet slurp, and then started licking again.

“Good?” she asked between licks.

“Oh yeah,” I answered. “Making you wet?”

“So wet.” She tongued the head of my cock, gave it a quick suck, and then added, “Making my poor pussy ache.”

“Play with it all you want, so long as you keep sucking.”

She let out a sad sounding moan while tonguing the head of my cock. “I need more than my fingers. You can still come all over me if you want, but I need this cock inside me.” She kissed my cock. “Please.” Another kiss. “Please.” Yet another kiss. “Oh, please fuck me.”

I didn’t really need that much convincing. I moved my hand under her arm and lifted. She stood up instantly.

“Hurry,” she implored as she turned around and bent over the bar, with her tits resting on it.

She wasn’t kidding about being wet. The moment the head of my cock brushed her pussy lips, I could feel it. I gave my cock a couple of wiggles, coating the tip in her wetness, and pushed inside her.

“Oh god yes!” she cried.

“Fuck yeah. That pussy feels good,” I said as I pumped my hips.

I felt her fingers brush against my shaft when they slipped between her legs to her clit. “Give it to me. Fuck me. Oh, so full.”

The angle was a little awkward, but when I edged forward slightly, and got a good grip on her hips, I was able to drive my cock home hard. She yelped when my balls slapped against her, and then gasped when I buried my cock in her again.

I pounded her tight Milf pussy, sending ripples through her ass and making her cry out with every thrust. I could feel her fingers thrumming over her clit. Her juices were soon meandering through a crease in my balls. Loud smacks echoed back from the walls every time our bodies collided.

“Like that. Don’t stop. Right there,” she yelped.

I let out a loud, deep-chest growl. “Come for me.”

“Yes! So close! So close! So close!”

“Do it.”

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck meee!”

The last, squealed word vanished in a desperate gasp. Her muscles clenched, defining them in her arched back. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. Then she screamed as she exploded in orgasm.

The screams just kept coming, jumping in volume and pitch every time I buried my cock in her climaxing pussy. The tight squeeze pushed me quickly toward an eruption of my own. I held on as long as I could, but it only took a few more thrusts into her clinging canal to push me past the point of no return.

“Gonna come,” I grunted as I yanked my cock out of her.

She was panting for breath when she lurched up from the counter and turned on unsteady legs. She dropped to her knees — missing the towel with one of them — and I took aim. A roar surged up from my chest, and my cum blasted out with it.

The first thick rope of cum decorated her cheek, chin, and her fiery hair. The second almost missed her entirely, leaving a glob in her eyelash at the corner of her left eye. She pushed her tits together, capturing what was dribbling off her face. The rest spattered on the cabinet doors behind her. I pushed my cock down, and the next ejaculation shot onto her chin and neck. Several more followed, leaving thick pools and spatters all over her chest and tits. I closed my eyes and groaned as I began to dribble onto her tits.

I could still hear her panting for breath. Then she moaned, and I opened my eyes to see her smiling up at me with a half-wink, caused by her cum-blasted eye. She licked her lips and moaned — though the sound turned high-pitched at the end when an aftershock of her orgasm ripped kurtuluş escort through her. I had to slap an arm on the bar to steady my wobbly knees. Soon enough, I was resting my head on it as well.

Eventually — after she’d wiped the cum-glaze off her — we ended up on the couch. She sat on one end, facing me, her socked feet resting on my legs. She had her legs parted and her fingers glided up and down the parting of her pussy lips. The sight made me grunt when it caused my sensitive cock to protest.

“You’re young. I bet you can get hard again in no time,” she said.

“Deal’s already done,” I teased. “What have you got to offer?”

“Besides a wet pussy to fill full of cum? I might have an idea you’ll like.”

Truthfully, I was already sold on the wet pussy.

****

When the huge bubble mailer arrived at my apartment four days later, I had no idea what it was at first. I’d tied one on the night before, and I had a miserable hangover. Her name was on the address label, but that didn’t do me any good, since I’d never gotten around to asking it.

It all came back to me when I opened the envelope and saw the mobile inside. Her brother made replicas of his memorabilia, and displayed those, while keeping the originals carefully conserved. Her offer for that second fuck was to have him make one for me to give to my dad.

It was impressive work. Even up close, I could barely tell it wasn’t an original. He’d even matched the cord and hook it hung from. I knew Dad was going to love it.

That’s when I noticed something else inside. I pulled out the sheet of paper, and my head pounded when what I saw set me to laughing.

There was a phone number at the top, and a printed picture of her wearing a Dark Helmet mask, with the huge tie dangling between her bare breasts. Black panties and black ankle socks completed the ensemble.

At the bottom, in beautiful handwritten script, it said, “Want to come play with your doll again?”

The Schwartz was definitely with me.

* = * = * = *

Morning Jo

Josephine was so glad to be home. She had never cared for staying in hotels, but that was the only disadvantage of her promotion. This time, a client had asked to meet a day early due to a scheduling conflict, allowing her to return home a day earlier as well.

After a welcome night in her own bed, she showered, toweled dry, and slipped into her luxurious pink bathrobe. Dressing could wait until later. Coffee was the first order of business.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she stepped into the kitchen to find someone there, running a pod through the coffee maker. He started from the sound of her gasp, and spun on his heel to face her.

Jo swallowed hard at the sight of her son’s friend Brett. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, revealing vast expanses of lean young muscle to her widened eyes. Though he was a fixture in the house — and had been for years — he had only started working out upon entering college. The sudden change when he returned that summer coupled with the phenomenal results had not gone unnoticed.

To her shame, she’d given in to temptation that first night, and brought herself to a thundering orgasm with thoughts of his new body dancing through her head. Seeing him in nothing but his underwear was like a moment of that fantasy come to life in front of her.

Brett said, “Hey. Sorry, Miss V. Didn’t mean to scare you. Trace said you were out of town. We stayed up late, so I crashed here last night.”

In order to cover her embarrassing stare, she offered a dismissive wave and continued into the kitchen. “I got home late last night, and went straight to bed. I wasn’t expecting anyone, because I knew Trace was supposed to go fishing with his father this morning.”

It was only after she committed that she remembered she was stark naked beneath her bathrobe, and her ears burned even hotter.

Brett hiked a thumb toward the coffee maker, and said, “You can have the first cup. It’s your house.”

That trapped her in her own rule of coffee never leaving the kitchen. Once again, she tried to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary when she bantered, “As if you don’t practically live here.”

He chuckled while retrieving another mug from the cupboard. She picked up her cup and doctored it with a splash of creamer. Then, she sat down at the kitchen table, as that at least somewhat hid her legs, which were revealed to four inches above the knee. A quick peek ensured that there were no gaps in the part of her robe, revealing the bare skin beneath.

She sipped her coffee, trying not to think about the gorgeous, mostly naked young man behind her. It wasn’t easy. It was as if the image of him was burned into the back of her eyes. He didn’t make it easier a minute later when he sat down opposite her with his own cup of coffee.

The table did nothing to hide his bare, sculpted chest.

“So, good trip?” he asked before taking a sip.

She shrugged. “The meetings went well, and I made it home a day early, so I suppose.”

“I never did congratulate you on the promotion.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m not fond of all the flying and staying in hotels, but the money makes it worth it. At least I don’t have to worry about paying Trace’s tuition now.”

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Blonde

One thing I’ve learned about women is that they tend to share information about the lovers they’ve had. This isn’t to say that men don’t do that, but women, I think, use much more detail in describing their sexual exploits. This can be quite intimidating for some men, but for others, it can be quite beneficial.

I didn’t know it at the time, but Starla, the Vietnamese exotic dancer who I lost my virginity to, shared details about me. Though she didn’t tell many people, since by her own admission on one of our trysts, she didn’t talk to too many of the other girls at the club. However, there was one other dancer who she was very close with, and that was a woman who I would get to know more intimately also.

I made plans to spend time with Starla at her club one Tuesday night. Even though she and I were closer than just dancer and customer, I still felt as though I buy dances from her since that was how she made a living. Though she insisted I didn’t have to, I didn’t mind helping her out. Plus, they were worth it.

However, when I arrived at her club and took a seat at the end of the bar, I realized she wasn’t there. I sent her a quick text message, since she told me she usually works on Tuesdays, but she shot back a quick reply telling me she wasn’t feeling well, so she stayed home. I sent another message telling her to get well soon. Though I wasn’t angry with her, that did ruin my plans for the night.

Since I was in the club, I figured I may as well get a few dances. But who did I want them from? Pretty much every woman in the club looked incredible. As cliched as it may sound, I did feel like a child in a candy shop. Though part of me couldn’t help but feel as though I was cheating on Starla.

Despite us just being friends with benefits, I still felt as though I shouldn’t be sleeping with other women. Starla and I had been seeing each other for a few weeks at this point, and in that time, she was the only woman I was talking to. She always seemed surprised by that, and insisted I spend time with other women. I wondered why; it seemed me being loyal to her was a good thing. But she thought it would be good for me.

I didn’t think it was good to be with more than one woman at a time. At least, that’s what I thought until that night.

Ogling the women has usually been something I’ve been uncomfortable with. Even though they were there expecting men to check them out, I still found it rude to stare at them as they danced on stage. I caught a few quick glimpses (it was hard not to, given that the stage was at the center of the room), but never let my gaze remain too long.

One of the dancers at the club that night though … try as I might, I wasn’t able to look away from her. She was an Asian woman with slightly slanted eyes, yellow skin, and a thick head of dark hair that went down her back.

She was the only Asian woman at the club that night, which automatically made her stand out. Not that it would have mattered; her outfit alone could have gotten my attention: she wore a red and black latex corset which almost looked painted on. But even better than that were her black thigh-high boots, the heels of which were so tall that while she stood on the stage’s platform, she seemed extremely statuesque.

When she took the stage, I was immediately in awe … the way she moved her body and circled the pole on stage was like nothing I’d ever seen up to that point. Her movements were graceful and seductive; it was almost as though her dance was being shown in slow motion.

I rose from my bar stool and went over to the stage and left some money at her feet. She flashed a smile, then it seemed as though she was studying me for a moment. Even when I crept back to my stool, her eyes stayed on me for a while, only leaving when other men tipped her as well.

Was she going to come over and talk to me? That was both worrying and exciting. I wanted to speak to her, yet I was also nervous. She had the sort of sexiness that would tongue-tie even the most confident of men. If she came over, would I even be able to get a word out?

When her set ended and she went to speak with some other men, I relaxed. Of course, a woman as gorgeous as her would have some regulars who she saw. She went to the private area with one of the gentlemen. Lucky guy, I thought.

Not too much later, though, she came back down and made her way over to the bar, saying hello to one of the other dancers who was sitting there as well as the bartender, then when she reached me, she gave me as smile.

“Excuse me, but is your name Martin?”

I told her it was. How did she know my name? We hadn’t met before; I definitely would have remembered acquainting myself with a woman as sexy as her.

“I thought so. You’re just like Starla described: innocent-looking, glasses, kind of muscular, brown skin, and big, brown eyes.”

“She said all that?”

The woman took a seat and crossed her legs. “Yes. She told me a lot about you. A lot.”

“What else has … oh. bursa escort She told you about that?”

“She sure did.” After seeing the look on my face, she added, “Oh, she had very good things to say about you, if you’re wondering.”

I decided to ask how well this woman and Starla knew each other since she knew so much about me. The woman told me that she was Starla’s “big sister.”

“Not in a literal sense,” she went on to say, “but I’ve taught her things and looked out for her. I’ve been dancing for more than a decade and she’s pretty new, and we’re some of the few Asian women here. Even though she’s Vietnamese and I’m Japanese-American, we’ve got to stick together.”

“That makes sense. Oh, I don’t think I got your name.”

“Now, Starla gave you her real name, or her Western name, but I don’t give my real name out when I’m in the club. Here, I’m just Asia. Typical name, I know, but it’s what they call me and it just stuck.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Martin, did you want a dance from me? We can talk more upstairs if you’d like.”

“That’d be great.” I didn’t mean to seem over eager, but she didn’t seem to mind. The woman took my hand and led me upstairs to the darker, secluded area of the club and told me to sit on the bench, then sat next to me to wait for the next song to start.

“Is it wrong for me to be up here with you?” Even though I was looking forward to getting a dance, I still felt as though I shouldn’t “cheat” on Starla.

“Not at all. You have the right to get dances from whoever you want. If you only want to get them from one girl, fine. If you want dances from all the girls, that’s good too. Speaking of that …”

The next song began, so Starla’s big sister got to her feet and told me to open up, turned around, got in between my legs, and moved her ass on my groin in time with the music. Her ass, bubble-shaped and large despite her petite frame, swallowed the thong of her corset, and looked even better as it moved on me. It took very little time for her to make my pants get tighter.

I heard her moan lightly as she danced on my erection. To my surprise, she gripped it through my pants and held it up and rubbed herself on it. If that was any indication of how good it would be to have sex with her, I hoped that would happen soon.

When the next song started, she turned around and made eye contact with me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she moved slowly on me.

“Starla told me you weren’t seeing anyone else.” Her voice was just above a whisper.

“Yeah. She says it’s cool if I do, but I don’t know. I feel like I’d be cheating on her.”

“Martin, sweetie, let me tell you something.” She looked directly into my eyes. “When you have a casual relationship with someone, it’s all right for you to be with other people. Besides, Starla actually wants you to see other women.”

I asked why. In response, the woman stroked my face.

“She was right. You are innocent. Listen, Starla knows that as a man, you have needs. You want to be with multiple women. And don’t lie; I already know you’ve probably fantasized about dozens, maybe even hundreds of women. It’s all right for you to find other women attractive, date them, and even sleep with them if you want.”

Incredulously, I asked, “Are you sure? You’re sure Starla wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Her hand made its way to my chest. “Besides, I’ll tell you something else. It’s good for you to get experience with other women. That way, when you meet your wife, you’ll have no issue satisfying her, because you’ll have gotten really good at it.”

The song switched. She continued grinding on me.

“You know, if you want to, Starla thinks it’d be a good idea for us to hook up. I happen to as well. After all, she shouldn’t keep all that milk chocolate for herself.”

I was taken aback. Starla actually wanted me to be with her? I wouldn’t have expected her to be all right with me sleeping with a woman she worked with. The woman grinding on me explained that it would be good for me to learn some things from her.

“Starla tells me you don’t have too many problems with stamina, but I can help you last even longer. I’ve helped lots of men, and I can help you too, Martin. That, and I can help you explore more about yourself if you’d like.”

“What do you mean by that last part?” She said I’d have to hook up with her in order to figure that out.

Curiously, I agreed. However, she wanted to meet me for lunch first, since she doesn’t have sex on the first date. She didn’t have anything against it, it just wasn’t her thing.

“That, and I need to be sure if the man who’s asking me out can handle what I have in store for him,” the dancer said with a giggle.

Now she really had me curious.

When the third song ended, she asked if I wanted any more, but I decided against it. Still, she gave me her number and told me to text her when I got back to my apartment, then we’d arrange to have lunch later in the week. I bursa escort bayan paid her for her dances, tipping as well, then she walked me back down to the main floor.

“It was very nice to meet you, Martin.” She gave me a hug. “Remember, text me when you get back to your place. I might still be dancing, but I’ll text back once I’m done.”

I told her I’d do just that, and after walking the short distance back to my apartment, I did send her a message, but didn’t get a reply until almost one in the morning, which said that we’d meet at a sandwich place nearby at one o’clock. I sent her a message confirming this, and went to sleep, wondering just what was going to happen.

#

I went to the sandwich place she mentioned, surprised when “Asia” was sitting at the back of the eatery with a bored look on her face, already eating. When I approached her table, she frowned, then told me to sit. I took the seat across from her.

“You’re late,” she said. I checked my phone, which said “1:02.”

“We were supposed to meet at one.”

Wait, was she really upset? She went on to say that she expects the men she’s meeting with to show up when exactly when they’re supposed to. I apologized, which made her smile.

“It’s fine. By the way, since we’re not at my job, you can me Ayame. That’s my real name. Go ahead and get something to eat, the line’s not too long.”

Ayame was a lot pushier than I would have liked, but I still thought she deserved a chance. I paid for some food, then went back over to our table. Once I did, she looked me up and down, nodding and smiling. Curious, I asked what she was thinking about.

“You have potential,” she said. “You might not see it now, but I think you’ll be a great lover someday. You just need a strong woman to show you a few things.”

She grinned.

“What makes you say that?”

“Trust me, I know. I can tell a lot about someone by the energy they carry. And you have the desire in you, I can sense it. You have very powerful sexual energy, but you’re just nervous a lot of the time. Why don’t you express it? Are you afraid of rejection?”

No one ever told me I had sexual energy of any kind, much less that it was powerful. Hearing that was both confusing and flattering. I never thought of myself as much of a sexual being, probably because I wasn’t popular with girls growing up.

She was right, part of that was because I was afraid of rejection. I didn’t ask many girls out because I believed they weren’t attracted to me, so I admired them from afar most of the time. When I did work up the nerve, it was only after weeks or knowing them, which at that point, I was already placed in the dreaded friendzone.

I told Ayame this. She listened intently, then spoke.

“You know, rejection isn’t anything to be afraid of. So what if someone doesn’t want the same thing you want? Just find a person who does.”

“That makes sense.”

Ayame nodded, then continued. “Right. And as far as approaching women, I can tell you that it’s best to be honest with women. I’ll let you in on a little secret, Martin: as women, we know that men who talk to us want to fuck. Sometimes, we just want to see if they’re bold enough to tell us. And if the man is, and I’m attracted to him, I don’t see why I wouldn’t. Most women think the same way.”

I was taken aback. “Really?”

“Sure. And I’ll tell you something else. Most women love dirty talk, as long as its from a man who we’re attracted to. So don’t be afraid to express your real desires with a woman. You can go up to her and let her know that you want to fuck her … you don’t have to say that exactly but tell her you’re attracted to her and you’re trying to date her, not be friends.”

She continued giving me advice about women. Most of the advice I’ve gotten about women from other women hasn’t been very good, but her advice was more in line with what the men in my life told me. I could tell Ayame was much different from most other women out there. For one, she was much more sexual. Even though she wasn’t wearing strip club attire and going for a more casual look, she was still eye-catching.

Ayame wore a tight white tank top which showed not only a lot of her breasts, but also her toned, flat stomach. Her jeans gave the impression that they were painted on. And she wore another pair of black, thigh high leather boots. When her foot brushed against my leg, I asked her about them.

“Oh, I love my boots,” she said. “The heels let me be eye-level, or even taller than many of the men I see. A lot of them also like when I walk on their backs.” The last part she said in more of a hushed voice.

That was hard to believe. It sounded like that would be painful.

Ayame must have sensed what I was thinking, because she said, “It might hurt them, but some pain is good. Lots of men love letting a woman take control of them. Trust me, I know.”

I rose an eyebrow. “And how are you so sure?”

“Do I have görükle escort bayan to spell it out for you?” She giggled and broke out into a devilish smile.

As some older people said, I was still “wet behind the ears” in a lot of ways. It took me some thinking to figure out just what she was talking about. Once I did, she nodded, but told me to make sure I wasn’t so loud. She didn’t want the entire restaurant privy to our conversation, after all.

“I’m surprised you didn’t pick it up earlier,” she said. “But yes, I do have some men who wish for me to dominate them. Think about it, as a man, you have to make so many decisions and the world expects you to be in control all the time. Isn’t it nice to have a woman take charge? Especially she if she knows what she’s doing … and what men like.”

I said nothing, caught up in what she was saying.

“That, and some men have secret fantasies. Often those which they’d never tell anyone about. Especially not their girlfriends or wives.”

Once again, she surprised me. “I would think that men would comfortable telling their wives or girlfriends what they really wanted.”

She mentioned that it was quite the opposite. Most men subscribed to the Madonna-Whore Complex, so they would never want to have dirty, kinky sex with their wives; instead, they seek it out with her. Which benefitted her, not only did she get the thrill of sleeping with a taken man, but she often got compensated highly for it.

“Trust me when I say this: men in sexually unfulfilling relationships or marriages are the easiest to sleep with. I bet its true for women. I’m sure if you approached a married woman and let her know you wanted her, I’m sure she’d be even more receptive than a single woman. I see a few married women in your future.”

I wasn’t too sure about that, but I could understand where she was coming from. I can’t think of anyone who wanted to be with someone who didn’t fulfill their needs.

“Now as for you … I don’t think you’ll want to get whipped or anything, but I have some plans for you. I’ll be taking the next few days off, so tomorrow, I want you to come to my house at eight in the evening. I’ll text the address to you later. And Martin, make sure you’re on time. I won’t tolerate more tardiness.”

I asked Ayame if she was sure. With no hesitation, she told me she was. And that I shouldn’t be worried, not only would I enjoy what she would do, but it would make me a better lover.

Ayame told me she had some things to take care of and that she would see me tomorrow. Before leaving though, she told me to rise, then she gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek, then she strutted off. I sat back down, wondering.

What did I get myself into?

Ayame said she wasn’t going to inflict pain, but how could I be sure? The whip probably wasn’t going to come out and she probably wasn’t going to walk on me, but I couldn’t help feeling she would subject me to something.

Worrisome as it was, I still resolved to go over her house. And like she said, I would be on time.

#

Remaining aware of the time, I made sure to arrive at Ayame’s doorstep one minute before our appointed time. She lived out in the suburbs in a surprisingly large house. I wouldn’t have expected she’d be able to afford living out here; she must have made huge amounts of money dancing. And doing other things, of course.

Though she sent me a message letting me know her door would be open, I still felt it would be common courtesy to ring the doorbell anyway. I did so, then walked in, closing and locking the door behind me.

Ayame’s house was good-looking on the outside, but even better inside. Her place looked as though it had been professionally cleaned, not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. Her furniture looked like she just bought it, and the walls of her living room were lined with elaborate paintings.

“Head downstairs and wait.” Ayame’s voice came from upstairs. Hesitant, I moved through her living room and found a door leading to her basement and walked down the stairs and turned the light on.

Seeing a stripper pole in the center of the room in front of a couch shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did catch me off guard. Also near the couch was a chaise lounge with a deep slope in it. I’d never seen anything like that before.

I sat on the couch, my heart pounding. I knew Ayame would come down soon. Would I be able to handle whatever she was going to do? Would I be able to handle her? I took a few breaths and closed my eyes.

The basement door creaked, and soon after came the clicking of her boots on the stairs. I braced myself.

Slowly and commandingly, Ayame made her way over to me. As expected, she wore a pair of thigh high boots, making her stand eye-level with me when I stood up to hug and kiss her. She wore a small, long-sleeved black leather top which stopped well above her navel, and her bottom was covered by nothing more than a tiny black thong.

Along with the outfit, I noticed the smaller things, too. Her makeup was done perfectly, highlight all her natural beauty, and her hair was extremely shiny and full, giving the occasional glimpse of her hoop earrings.

“Excellent, you showed up on time,” Ayame said, easing me onto the couch. She remained standing in front of me.

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And I Danced Ch. 01

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Part one: For Charles

The attraction was there the first night I saw him. Something about this guy caught my eye in the crowded noisy room. I found myself drawn back to his face many times through the evening. He had intensity in his eyes that just spoke without words. I usually don’t even notice the men in this place sometimes it is hard enough being here myself and I question why I would be here.

Dancing is a job that is at times a pleasure. I have to close my eyes and take myself away from the club and its patrons nearly every time I step on the stage. Learning to look through the men while they think I am looking at them was a necessity for me. Some of the girls love the play they love the tease quick frankly I love the money and the music.

It was the first Saturday of the month the night I did the shower scene. It was very popular and always brought big tips. Once I found a way to put a shower and a wet tee shirt together on the stage I knew it was going to be a good thing for me. A woman’s body all wet, braless with a clingy white tee shirt and strobe lights and a little liquor always seemed to seduce the entire room. Some nights it was a difficult set for me because it was hard for me to get into it. Not tonight.

Naughty moves and nasty ideas omitting from bedroom eyes were all part of the dance all the while looking blindly at the faces looking back at me. He just silently demanded my attention.

My first set was a dance to the song Holy Water by Bad Company. I liked the strong pounding beat. The red and black leather lace up bodice and matching red leather g-string was always a hit I love the smell of leather and the feel of it against my flesh. Black thigh high stockings and 5- inch heels made my 5 ft. tall body have the illusion of towering power.

The 10 tables that were pressed against the stage were always occupied and they were usually occupied by the loudest most crude men in the club, it is as if they had to be up close to ensure they were seen and heard. The stage is wood, horseshoe shaped and equipped with tiny lights in the walking portion to add visually pleasant illusion. There is a burgundy drape running across the back and sides of the stage made of some tacky velvet material.

On the other side of the room in a loft is where JJ works he is a wonderful DJ and announcer always so enthusiastic almost like it is his first night of working at the club he made the mood. I spend a lot of my break time visiting with JJ and trying to answer his question, “What the hell are you doing here Cherry?” I am still trying to find the answer. I only offer a smile and a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass to my friend.

Holy Water began pounding through the speakers as I entered the stage from the side the red and white strobe lights flickering around me, this is about the time I close everyone out, everyone and everything except the music but tonight I closed it all out except his face. About 45 seconds on stage with my back to the room while hips swayed and a seductive tuzla escort look back over the shoulder I began loosening the laced bodice. Taking a slow step down each of the 5 steps from the stage I began to work the room.

The man at the oval table carefully pulled the bodice strings loosening them as I held the two sides together to cover my breasts I walked over to the small two seat table opened the bodice and lifted my breasts cupping them with my hands pinching my nipples for affect while my body continued to keep rhythm with the music. Every now and then I would look over and see his face.

Jenna walked out when her music began and I freshened up in the dressing room. It would be about 30 minutes until my next set. What surprised me a bit was I actually was feeling a little aroused that was a rare occurrence doing my job. His dark eyes and brown hair stood out as did his lips. He seemed so serious and withdrawn yet he seemed to be able to demand my attention and certainly my imagination, which was in high gear. I slipped the robe off laying it on the back of the chair and put on my costume.

The purple one- piece silk teddy snapped at the crotch for easy removal. It was backless and a little skirt hung and barely covered my ass. The front had a collar, which snapped in back and a V shape front flowing into the skirted portion. Purple fishnet stockings and calf high leather boots. The music; I Touch Myself one of my favorites to listen to and to dance to. Tonight I would find myself doing just that.

My shoulder length auburn hair tickled my shoulders in a stimulating way and I was very aware of how hard my nipples were poking into the silk I could also feel the dampness between my legs and increasing by the second. As soon as I saw him again I was aroused.

The lights came on black and purple flashes of light the room still pretty dark. Leaning against the pole and my arms extended above my head my hands on the pole I began moving my body with the music. Sliding down the length of the pole never letting go I was on the floor legs parted and hips lifting seductively. The whistles brought me back to the room when my hands let go of the pole and reached behind my knees lifting my legs and spreading them wider and then sliding down until I was lying on the floor.

Running my hands along the inside of my thighs as they split touching the floor flexibility always seems to liven the crowd. In my routine I never touched my pussy but tonight I did. I began tapping against my clit and felt the jolts shoot right through my body. The crowd noise seemed to encourage me for a change. I imagined his face and what his eyes might look like. My fingers pressed a bit more firmly against the silk material of the teddy.

The louder the crowd got it seemed to feed what ever this mood was. With my back arched and my ass pressed hard against the floor one finger moved the silken crotch to the side and slid along the folds of my pussy and it was indeed wet. When the music ended göztepe escort I was far too aroused to be embarrassed and far too horny. Even JJ boomed out his approval and slight shock. I could not even bring myself to look over and see his face.

“What the fuck am I doing?” the words spewed out across the room. The other girls just laughed and joked about my apparent mood tonight. Marcy walked over to me cupped her hand over my pussy and smiled. She did not say a word she just leaned over and bit down on my bottom lip flicked her tongue out and then turned to walk away.

To get ready for my last dance and close up the club I had to head to the shower. I took the bottle of baby oil and dousing my skin rubbing it across every inch in order to create a shimmer in the stage lights then rubbed a little bit into my hair. First I put the flesh color g-string on and then I put on the cut off pair of jeans shorts with the ass cut out of them. The last thing was the white men’s cotton tee shirt.

It took a lot of convincing to get the management to set up for this dance but after the first time there was no more discussion it brought in the crowd on the first Saturday of every month. The small portable shower was like any other but wider cut and no door. It had lighting on the top and the floor portion. The faucet was designed to trickle water rather than spray. The amplifiers created the illusion in the room of more water than there was. My mood had changed and I was ready for this set and then to sleek out of this place.

The song; Sex Me, a great R&B tune. Nice slow seductive. The shower is rolled out on stage the bottom drain in place and the water begins to trickle out. It always amazes me how quiet the room gets. As I walk out on stage I can’t help but look over and see if he is there. I did not see him and instantly began to feel badly.

I walked over to the shower stepped inside and was startled by the coolness of the water. Facing the faucet a side view to the audience I began my dance. My head against the shower wall back arched out away pressing my tummy out running my hands up and down my stomach feeling the clothing becoming saturated.

Turning pressing against the back wall putting my back to the audience I closed my eyes once more trying to get into the mood for this number. The song is lengthy and very slow and seductive tune. Pressing my self out away from the wall my arms holding my body my legs began moving with the tune. Bending one knee slowly moving my hip to the side then changing to the other back and forth.

Stepping back from the wall putting my hands under the tee shirt and on my breasts excited the room. My back was still turned to them but it was obvious what I was doing. Still bending the knees, swinging the hips but adding the gyrating motions of the pelvis. Slowly turning around facing the room I caught glimpse of him. He had moved to a stage table. All the previous feelings returned in an instant. My eyes seemed to lock on his and he seemed to look üsküdar escort right through me.

Unbuttoning the shorts tucking both thumbs in a belt loop and pulling them open I continued dancing. The water running down the shorts onto my skin aroused me more.

Slowly I let the shorts come down past the hips, then the thighs, across my knees and to the floor. I stepped out of them and turned my back to the room and with my legs parted bent to pick them up. I tossed them out of the shower toward the back area of the stage.

Like fucking the air my body movements mimicked sex. The glimmer on my body from the baby oil and water seemed to be a fascinating combination to the group. Slowly lifting the tee shirt above my breasts exposing the erect nipples then turning my back to the stage once more

Lifting the tee shirt over my head then ringing it out as best I could I turned and tossed it out into the room. The flesh color g-string was al that was left. With a hand on each ass cheek I moved my body to the beat of Sex Me like I was floating in a pool with gentle waves. My hands covered most of my body during this dance and I was enjoying it this time. Even wet, I could feel that special kind of wetness now kissing my thighs I could feel my clit when I put my legs together I knew it was so engorged and hard.

The lights slowly dimmed until the room was dark. The music stopped. The sound of the running water through the speakers was all that could be heard. I stepped from the shower and behind the curtain. When the lights came back on, I was gone, the shower was gone and nothing remained on the stage but a pair of cut off jean shorts.

“Let’s hear it for Ms. Cherry.” JJ’s voice boomed out. JJ said his normal goodnight everyone and commented on how hot the girls were tonight and that he was headed to the bar to have some of what ever I had sampled that night.

I could not bring myself to go out and see if the man was still there. I decided my horny body should go home, alone. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt along with a pair of sandals, gathered my stuff up in my bag and headed to the back exit.

The drive home was long and in total silence I did not even have the CD player going as usual. I stepped inside the house and walked to my room without turning on a light undressed, and climbed into bed.

I found myself lightly rubbing the lips of my pussy they were swollen and sensitive. I knew if I pressed past them how wet I was and how the juices would just flow. Masturbation wasn’t new to me but the feelings tonight were like new. Putting my feet on the headboard I slid up almost touching it with my ass.

I began rubbing slowly with the flat part of two fingers pressed against my clit. I could feel my skin becoming warm and clammy. Lifting my hips from the bed I stroked my clit faster and my orgasm pounded through my body and more quickly than normal. Bringing myself there 4 or 5 more times I began to relax.

After cleaning up a little I retuned to my bed. Fell asleep while slowly rubbing my nipples and feeling the cool early morning air on my skin. The last thing I remember seeing was his piercing eyes they held all the secrets and I wanted him to whisper them in my ear soon.

More to come

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First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 01

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Lingerie

This is a seven chapter saga divided into three stories, due to the overall length.

Chapter 1: Brother Butch’s Boner

Growing up on a farm a kid learns all about procreation naturally. Learning about sensuality is a whole other lesson. A farm girl pretty much gets a good look at how things work, after observing several cows and horses pairing off. However, it wasn’t until I reached the tender age of eighteen that I observed first hand what arousal was. In my case it was a strong visual combined with a heavy dose of emerging hormones that made it so exciting.

Having three older brothers, it was only a matter of time before I was exposed to the inevitable. I had other siblings – a grand total of seven, but this particular recollection involved Butch. He was four years my senior and in every way a typical farm boy. When he wasn’t going to school or working the fields, he was generally nowhere to be found. It seemed as though Mom was always tracking him down in some unexpected hideaway. After so many years of searching, Mom had a fair idea of his favorite haunts.

“Barb, be a sweetie and find your brother. We’ve got to be at church in a half hour,” she asked.

“Sure, but where should I start?”

“Try the quonset or the barn; he’s probably in one or t’other,” she suggested, as I headed out.

As kids, it was a delightful pastime to sneak up on each other, so I opted to consider it a stealth mission and silently peaked inside the quonset building, but no Butch. Avoiding a few fresh cow pies along the dusty path, I peered into the hay barn. There was still no one to be seen. Letting go a sigh of frustration, I scanned the entire barnyard. That’s when I heard the faint sound of grunts and slaps breaking through the light summer breeze. It seemed to be coming from the barn, maybe from the back. I tip toed around the side and the sound grew loader. Turning the corner, I could plainly hear it was Butch’s voice coming from inside a corner of the barn. There was just enough of a crease in the old planks to peak through. He had carved out a spot in the bales of hay to make a secret hideaway, big enough for him and his magazine.

“That’s it Bitch, suck that hard cock. Yeah, take it all, you slut!” He groaned and barked, as he roughly jacked his fully erect pecker back and forth.

“Holy crap, he’s jacking off!” I thought, instantly aware of why it was so defined. I should have been embarrassed by the language, for intruding or felt guilty and turned away at that point. I should have. I didn’t.

The initial surprise of witnessing a private moment melted into an appreciation of his technique, then into a fascination. This was the farthest thing from personal abuse; he was in seventh heaven. I couldn’t pass up this singular opportunity to observe the entire process.

“Let’s see, ‘being late for church’ and enduring my mother’s wrath or ‘watching my brother climax?'” Weighing the options, I fixated on his rock-hard cock. Being it was Sunday, it really felt like I was committing a delicious sin.

“Oh Baby, you want it so bad,” Butch mumbled, as a thin clear film of goop coated the head of his young pole.

Unexpected desires in me started to flow, as I watched and listened to his forceful strokes turn from dry to lubricated. My infatuation was not for him, but clearly focused on his now throbbing dick.

“Show me those big tits, yeah!” He begged, as his strokes slowed to a strong, deliberate pace.

“Who was he looking at in that magazine?” I thought, as my hand found its way inside my cotton blouse to massage my young breast. I was so aroused. I dare not move my legs, for fear I might spring a leak. “Whoever this bimbo is must have huge tits,” I guessed and fondled my boob.

My brother grunted, tightened his cock grip and slowly shot two long streams of white jism. I caught my breath, as he jacked out more thick cream from his red hot poker. Silently I fixed my blouse and sneaked back around to the front of the barn.

“BUTCH! Where are you? It’s time for church!” I yelled, trying to disguise any anxiety in my voice. “Mom’s gonna tan your ass!” I added.

“I… I’m coming Barbie!” I heard from beyond the bales.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are,” I whispered to myself, as he emerged from behind the hay bales. I took off back down toward the house, with him following at his normal, safe distance. Of course Mom was livid by then. I shrugged my shoulders, slipped past her and jumped in the car, as Butch got his expected ass-chewing.

The following week I spent planning another secret mission. I had to find my brother’s magazine. “What or who could ever bring a guy such pleasure?” I’d glanced at a girlie magazine once, so I had an idea of what to expect. It wasn’t until Wednesday of that week that I knew Butch would be working the fields. I dug around in the hay bales until I found his hideout. Prying up several bales, I found his stash of Playboys. I assumed the 1963 edition on top was probably his favorite. Thumbing through the pages, I found a centerfold that was worn suadiye escort and frayed.

“Donna Michelle, Playmate of the Year” – there she was. She was blonde and beautiful and naked from head to toe. So, this was the object of his desire – his dream girl. Of course she was cute, sultry and sexy all rolled into one tidy package. According to her profile, she had to be about my age. I couldn’t help but do a comparison, from the top on down.

Her clear radiant face was in direct contrast to my pot-marked ruddy complexion. There was no discounting that. Shoulders, arms and chest were next. I unbuttoned my top and bra to compare boobs. Donna had a nice set, perhaps 34″, similar to me. However, cupping my hefty round melons, I plainly had her beat. “Butch thinks this slut has big jugs?” I laughed, as I completed a full inventory. My hips were maybe a smidgen wider than hers, but that only served to give my torso a more pronounced curve. Our thighs and legs were virtually identical.

“So, except for my face, I’d beat this chick hands down. Damn, I could be in this stupid magazine,” I calculated and mimicked several of her pseudo-sexy poses. “Guys would jack off and shoot their stuff fanaticizing about screwing me! Hmmm, now that would be simply delicious,” I dreamed and proudly shoved my chest out. “Right…and my family would disown me. My girl friends would hate me and guys would label me a slut,” I rolled my eyes and returned the book to its hidden spot.

My own secret visions of seducing and having sex with a man were formed that week. The fire was lit and I was eager to feed it with every pleasant kind of kindling. I never looked at newcomer, Tom Jones’ hip action the same way again. Celebrating my first solo trip to the gynecologist, I talked the doctor into writing my first script for the pill. On my next big shopping spree in the big city I made a point in buying a real mini skirt, not some just-above-the-knee substitute. My days as a virgin were numbered. The only question then was, “Who would be the lucky guy to pop my cherry?”

Chapter 2: Dating & Premature Evacuations

I was an early blooming teen in every respect. By age fourteen my figure had blossomed along with a bad case of acne – kind of a mixed blessing. My bubbly blonde personality and striking figure kept me and my pot marked face from having to check into “Wallflowerville.” I had my fair share of boys ask me out, but not many would give me full eye contact and the goodnight kiss was often a haphazard chore.

Dating venues for girls my age meant going to either the local drive-in or to the Lower Creek Grove. The Sycamore Drive-In was a relatively safe spot for necking and petting. The Lower Creek Grove (the “Grove”, as everyone called it) bordered on our farm’s lower forty (acres) and simply was “not a place where good girls went after dark,” Dad warned us. Its proximity to our home place made it an alluring, yet taboo rendezvous. As a young teen, I would take an occasional daylight horse ride and stop in the hidden grove of trees to give Shadow a drink from the creek. It was on one of those rides I noticed a wadded up pair of used panties. Contemplating the sordid story behind them and fearing contamination, I quickly got the hell out of there, never to return.

Going to the movies was more than just “something to do” in a small town. It was a kind of pre-school for young adults. We picked up on and mimicked every nuance of the cultural and sexual revolution, as it was happening. I assumed all the cool girls smoked, dressed in skimpy bikinis, occasionally had a drink and got laid by the likes of Sean Connery, Paul Newman, Steve McQueen or Omar Shariff.

In 1965, teenage boys didn’t take a girl to see The Sound of Music. The makeout macho movie that year was Thunderball and I must have sat through most of it four or five times. I say most of it. There were several scenes I missed due to my dates’ feeble attempts at copping a feel. Just because a sexy scene with a girl turns the guy on doesn’t automatically mean it has the same effect on the girl (in this case, me). By summer’s end I had whittled down my number of potential suitors to two, by simply telling most of them, “No thanks, I’ve already seen Thunderball.” This left me with two steady dates.

Tommy and Jimmy were normal farm boys; high on hormones, low in experience. They were more boy-friends than candidates I would ever consider for making a woman out of me. Within the last year, my dates with the “boys” escalated from necking and French kissing to fondling private parts. Inevitably, our makeout sessions would end with dry humping or feature me rubbing the bulges in their pants. The sad part was neither of them could last long enough for me to get them out of their clothes, before they made a mess. I suppose I should have considered that a compliment to my physical attributes or my talents of seduction, or both. However, after the third or fourth messy episode, the whole exercise became less than stimulating for me. I mean fun is fun, but I wanted a real yakacık escort man to take me the first time.

Chapter 3: Uncle Stud & The Double Date

Paul was my Dad’s youngest brother, but it was always hard to think of him as my uncle. Eight years separated us and he spent most of his younger years hanging with my older brothers. It’s not like I ever considered him as one of my stupid brothers, but I had a real hard time with the “uncle” thing. At 26, he was a total hunk and extremely charming. Every girl in my senior high class would have gladly given it up for Paul, even to the point of hounding me to set them up with him.

My deep affection for Paul went beyond his tall, dark and striking good looks. Throughout my eighteen (almost nineteen) years, he was the only guy that saw the real me. While other guys shied away from dating “crater face,” Paul didn’t see my facial flaws as an issue. Since it never came up in our conversations, I was totally at ease confiding with him about all sorts of things. Any degree of persuasive flirting or sexual teasing I have now I owe to trying it out on him first.

My frustrating dates with the boys only served to point me in Uncle Paul’s direction. Of course, any impropriety on our parts would have been grounds for family banishment, so I was left to secretly fanaticize how great it would be for him to take me. It was in the dead of most every night, under the covers, I learned to finger myself to multiple orgasms. That was my bittersweet burden for months, until later that spring.

It was at our regular Saturday family bar-b-que that I saw Paul arrive with a date, Mary Ellen Schmitt, a pretty girl in my class. I’d seen Paul with older girlfriends before, but this was the first time he was dating someone my age. And, of all people, Mary Ellen! Mary Ellen was one of those skinny model types, whose perfect facial features had matured before the rest of her. There was no denying that from the neck up she was every schoolboy’s dream. From the neck down she was thin as a rail and flat as a griddle.

Mary Ellen was from (what people commonly referred to as) the wrong side of the tracks. Besides her ideal complexion, her family and others on the south side of town were less than well-to-do. Not quite white trash, they lived in older homes and worked menial jobs. Though I never thought any less of them for their lot, they did exhibit a baser perception of life; one I was certainly unfamiliar with.

“Hi Mary, hi Paul, glad you guys could come by,” I said with an inviting tone to hide my envy.

“Hi Barbie, you’re looking swell,” said Paul with a smile.

“Yeah Barb, is that a new outfit?” Mary Ellen casually added, as she snuggled close to Paul.

“Thanks, no I’ve had it for a couple of weeks,” I replied, wishing I had worn my more revealing white halter top, instead of the boring coulottes I had on.

The meaningless conversation between the three of us regressed, as she continued to pamper Paul like he was some prize puppy. Paul finally excused himself to have a beer with my brothers. Mary’s pseudo-sweet condescending remarks eased as Paul walked away.

“God Barb, your Uncle is such a stud,” she started and nodded at how neatly packaged his ass looked in those tight jeans. “And, what a lover! He just can’t seem to get enough of me,” she winked.

“I believe that. What’s there to get?” I smirked to myself. “Yeah, he’s quite a catch. I’m happy for you two,” I lied.

“That’s so sweet. Say, are you still dating Timmy and Jamie? God, they must spoil you rotten,” Mary said.

“Tommy and Jimmy actually. Yeah, just can’t make up my mind, I guess,” I quipped.

“Hey, isn’t your birthday coming up soon; planning anything special?” Mary asked.

“Yeah – next Friday and I’ll be an old woman like you,” I laughed, knowing her nineteenth was only two months ago. “No, don’t have any big plans yet,” I added.

“Well gosh, maybe you should pick one of those guys of yours and double date with Paul and I. That would be fun,” she beamed.

Instantly my mind was filled with a warped vision of Paul dumping her along the road somewhere and taking my virginity in his powder blue ’62 Impala. “Yeah, that might be fun,” I nodded.

When Paul made his way back to us, Mary could hardly wait to ask him. Seeing the grin on my face, Paul could hardly refuse. “Sure, sounds good to me. We could take in a movie or something,” Paul offered.

“Well you know Thunderball is still playing at the Sycamore, what do you say Barb?” Mary Ellen asked.

“I don’t know Mary. Barbie might not be,” Paul interrupted her.

“Thunderball? That would be great. I’ve heard it’s really good!” I broke in and giggled with delight.

“Thunderball it is then. We’ll pick you up around eight next Friday,” my uncle smiled.

The following week seemed extra long, with my anticipation of Friday. Everyday after chores I snuck off to find a vacant field to get in some nude sunbathing (Coppertone, not that icky Q-T crap) to smooth out my farmers’ şerifali escort tan. My older sister, Jean took pride in prepping me for my first double date.

“My God Sis, you look like Raquel Welch in that top!” Jean exclaimed, swabbing another coat of Max Factor on my dented face.

“So… is that such a sin?” I asked, batting my blue eyes, thick with Maybelline mascara at my reflection in the mirror.

“Mom will kill you, with your boobs sticking out like that,” she reckoned.

“You’re probably right. I’ll wear my zipper jacket, at least until I get to the car,” I giggled.

“Well you just better watch yourself,” she warned, like an old mother hen.

Applying a fresh coat of pink glossy lipstick to match my mini skirt, I combed out my long blonde hair and wiggled my panty hosed hips into the short, short skirt. I sprayed another shot of Shalimar down my cleavage and threw on the jacket, when I heard Paul’s car honking. Stepping into a pair of black flats, I grabbed up my purse and flew downstairs.

“I still think those skirts are way too short,” said Mom giving the twice-over.

“Oh Mom, it’s the style. I might be a little late. It’s a double feature, OK?” I blurted out and kissed her cheek.

“Well, you’re nineteen now. I suppose you can take care of yourself,” she sighed.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of myself for sure,” I thought, eyeing up Uncle Paul holding the front door open for me.

“Wow, don’t you look like a million bucks,” he said, eyeing my skirt.

“Thanks Paul,” I replied and got it.

As he made his way around to the driver’s side, I unzipped and slipped out of the jacket. Jumping in his side, he keyed the engine and started to put the car in gear, when he glanced back at me.

“DAMN Barbie, make that two million bucks!” He exclaimed at seeing my tight white halter top showing plenty of cleavage.

I spread my arm to rest on the back of the split seats and inched myself closer to him, while he stared at me. “Is there something wrong?” I asked raising my right knee just enough to show the crest of my pantyhose.

“N-No,” he said, as I let my fingers slide inside of back of his shirt collar.

“Then how about a birthday kiss for your favorite niece?” I demanded and pulled his neck.

“Sure, you bet. I almost forg..” he started, when I leaned and opened my mouth to his. Supporting himself on the seat with his right hand, his left smoothed my face, while I held a grip on the back of his head. My tongue edged its way through his lips, as his mouth finally opened on mine. That was the sign I’d waited months for. He wanted me. On some level, he wanted me!

The masculine smell of English Leather filled my senses, as his tongue filled my mouth. Sucking more of his tongue inside, I began moaning. Taking his hand from my cheek, I slowly lowered it to rest on my breast. When he gently started feeling me up, I broke for air and threw my head back. He lightly kissed his way down my bare neck.

“Happy Birthday Barbie,” he whispered between licking and kissing my shoulders.

Taking a few licks on my cleavage, he moved his hand from my tit back to my head. “Is that the kind of birthday kiss you want from your uncle?” He asked, pulling my head to meet his eyes.

I nodded, licked my lips and smiled.

“I know one thing,” he sighed, pushing me away from him.

“What’s that?” I asked, rubbing my right hand up his thigh.

“Ole Jimmy is in for a treat tonite!” He stated, while I stroked the outline of his erection. “I certainly do envy him,” he added and put the car in gear.

Heading down our gravel road, I unzipped his pants and leaned in close to tongue his ear. “And I really envy Mary Ellen,” I echoed and reached to pull his hard shaft out.

“Hey, that probably isn’t such a good idea, Baby,” he winced, as I tugged hard on his manhood.

“Am I doing it wrong?” I asked, jacking it harder and faster.

“NO, I mean… No, you’re doing it just right! It’s just that I’ll make a mess,” he said, catching his breath.

“What if I promise to clean it up?” I asked, moving my knees under me, while I stroked him harder. “I’ll make sure there’s no mess at all, how would that be?” I said and leaned down to take his nine inch long cock in my mouth.

“OH GOD Barbie! No Baby. We can’t be doing this!” He exhorted me to stop, as I felt the car turn on to the smooth road.

I was in no mood to stop sucking him. This was the first cock I’d tasted and I was savoring every inch of it. Bobbing and twisting my head to take more and more of it, I finally got my first taste of his sweet precum. I raised up to circle the head of his ready cock with my tongue, when he jerked my head back.

“Stop it now Barb!” He barked. “We’re pulling into town,” he said and fixed his pants. “Let’s just imagine this never happened, okay?” He said with frustration filling his voice.

“Okay, if you think you can,” I challenged and proudly smiled to myself.

At Mary Ellen’s house I crawled over the front seat to sit in the back, as Paul went to get her. Dressed in a blue shift dress, with her bouffant brunette tresses, she looked like a matchstick. We made pleasant conversation, as she eyed my revealing outfit. Paul nervously drove on the Jimmy’s house, not far from where Mary lived.

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Tall, with legs for days with blonde hair streaming down her back like a silvery waterfall. My Sexy Goddess lies on the bed, and wishes me well for my meeting. In reality, I know she doesn’t truly care, hell, I paid for her services so she could keep me company for my trip, but damn. I almost don’t want to leave so I can stay and enjoy what I paid for. I give her what I am hoping, is a lustful smile and leave the hotel suite.

The only thing that sucks about running a multibillion dollar company is the meetings. I hate not getting what I paid for, and yet I grin as I simultaneously plot the sexual destruction of the gorgeous Goddess I left and the board meeting I myself had called for, last minute of course, it was my right after all.

I opened my bag and… Shit. I left the briefing papers on the table by the door… That Mynx made me forget them. I growl as I tell my driver to wait and turn on my heels, my hand twitching for my flogger as I picture that Goddess’s skin changing colour and all the spectacular cries I will drag from her.

As I unlock the door to the hotel suite I freeze in my tracks as I hear the undeniable sounds of pleasure echoing around the suite. “That Bitch!” I growl to myself. “How dare she have another client in my room!” I stalk down the hallway to the room and peer around the doorway, ready to burst in on her. My pants immediately tighten at the sight before me.

She sits before a laptop, Her laptop, the part of my brain that is still functional, supplies the information. She is completely naked and arched backwards, her legs splayed, and according to the sounds fikirtepe escort I can hear, she is working herself into a frenzy. The sounds, much to my delight coming from the computer are not male, but female, and they are urging her, encouraging her.

“Gods I wish I could paint you like this. So open to me, so gorgeous. My Angel, my sweet sexy Angel” The voice from the computer encourages my Goddess. My meeting, forgotten as I stand transfixed at the sight before me. Whoever is behind the computer I now consider my ally as this is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. A personal show for me and the best part is I didn’t even have to dictate the terms.

The sounds of her pleasuring herself in the room before me are echoed back by the speakers, a symphony that my whole body reacts to, and one I know if I join, will be spoiled so utterly. I am stuck, watching, listening, paralyzed… I breathe in, and all the self control I possess is employed not to groan aloud at the smell. I contemplate for a brief second playing along, and just as quickly banished the thought. If i was caught, if I ruined this show… I would never forgive myself.

My Goddess, growls and I am shocked momentarily at the sound. “Just keep going Baby, come already so I can see you come apart before me!” The bossy tone of my girl both irritates and intrigues me. She is usually very compliant and never talks back… The punishment for this has just gotten more exciting, yes, I’ll make that Goddess mine again!

“Gods, I love that sassy tone, I love to watch you fall apart, I only wish I could be gebze escort there so I could kiss that smart mouth of yours. Please show me my Angel, show me Heaven while I am stuck in Hell without you”. My Goddess arches further back, her beautiful body displayed, her breasts lift and are proudly displayed, shimmering from the sweat of her exertions, The sight alone if captured on camera would be called fake, so perfect it looks to my eyes. She gasps, moans, and cries out, a perfect sound of pleasure as her orgasm rips through her, echoed back at her from the woman on the other side of the monitor. I watch as her body shudders and she gasps and her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, raising her face, that beautiful blond hair stuck to her sweat and her hair all messy. That there is one of the most beautiful sights in the world I smile to myself, as I see a lazy smile cross her face.

“Gods.. that view! My Angel… Seeing you cry out mmm, yes I’m going to paint that sight” The words call almost lasily from the computer, exhaustion evident in the words. I instantly envy the viewpoint from the camera on the computer. I am instantly frustrated and annoyed, I stare side on and I have barely seen anything, and yet… and yet… “No you won’t! You won’t paint me like that! Someone would find it!” My Goddess snaps back with a ferocity I am not used to, but the other woman takes it in stride. “How else am I supposed to get off when you are busy with your clients? Wait until you have time? I miss you every time when you are not beside me… even this view… It’s not enough”.

My Goddess’s içerenköy escort face softens at the words spoken. “I’ll call you like this whenever I can… I miss you too, but I have to go, I need time to get this place sorted before he gets back.”

“Ok, Good-bye My Angel”

“Goodbye Baby”

I heard the Laptop click close as I walked quickly down the hallway to the kitchen. Pulling out my phone, I was profoundly happy once again that the vibration was turned off.The vibrations of phones was something during meetings I couldn’t stand the sound of. Either you had it on or on silent there was no other option in my opinion. I stared at the multiple missed calls from both the board meeting I was going to attend, and my driver. I immediately called my driver and apologised, my voice echoing through the suite, and then placed a call to the board. Urgent business had turned up and I would be an hour late. I glanced towards the bedroom actually… Make that two hours late.

I could hear her in the room struggling to clean up. I knew she had heard me and was trying to cover the evidence. Smiling as I hung up the phone, I strode to the room and casually leaned on the doorframe while she scurried around the room. “Who’s been a very Naughty Girl?” I drawled, and for a second I saw fear in her eyes, as she froze and her blue eyes locked with mine. “Oh yes, I saw you, so sexy… So delicious” Her eyes flicked to my pants. I was as hard as a rock and I wasn’t hiding it.

“But for being so deliciously naughty, for at least giving me a sexy show, I’m going to reward both of us” I say as I stroll over to the cabinet and pull out my favourite toy. “Gods yes… Watching your ass turn pink and making you mine again will be. So. Much. Fun.”

Many thanks to my Muse VixenValkrane for the characters I got to work with for this story. I hope you enjoy it!

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Dina Linden is 20 years old and she’s a freshman at college. She’s also a grade A student who likes college, if it wasn’t for one thing.

Ever since high school she had been picked on by some of the guys in her class as well as some of the girls. But mostly the guys.

The reason for this, is the fact that she has rather enormous natural breasts. At 20 her breast size is a size F.

And the last years in high school she got to hear terms like: Boob queen and big boobs.

But there was one guy that always tried to get the guys to stop calling her names, but most of the time he and the guys just got into fights, after which they still continued to call her names.

That one guy’s name is Tyler Wiliams, and most of the times he ended up in trouble with the teachers after he had fought the bullies.

Tylers and Dina’s parents had moved into, at that time a mostly white neighborhood at the same time. So even though Tyler and his parents were black they became very good friends.

And from the age of five, Dina and Tyler became best friends. They even went to the same classes all through school.

But now as they both went to college, even the same college as a matter of fact, they didn’t have any classes together.

Tyler had put his energy into football and Dina was more of a studying person.

——–

Tyler was also 20 years old. He’s about 6 foot 4 inches tall. He trains a lot for the football team, so he’s quite muscular.

Dina has auburn hair, and she’s about 5 feet 5 inches tall. And she weighs about 130 pounds. Even though her chest is rather large, she has a rather average body figure. Although she thinks that she’s a bit chubby and that her butt is a bit too big, but so do most girls.

Girls that have a big chest like Dina sometimes have back problems, but due to the fact that she has gym classes and she also works out two or three times a week, she doesn’t have any problems with that.

——–

Dina had hoped that when she came to college that the name calling would stop. But one of the guys who had been calling her names in high school, had ended up at the same college as Dina went to.

So there that same guy got some followers and kept on calling her names. But this time Dina was reluctant to tell Tyler about it, because she didn’t want him to get into trouble and maybe loose his scholarship.

And lately she had also started to feel something else for Tyler. Something that made her a little bit warmer each time she thought of him.

——–

It was a Tuesday and Dina had just finished her math class. As she was walking down the hallway amongst other students, she heard something that she had heard before.

“Well there goes the boobie queen.” A guy said.

Dina looked over and it was Jake, the bully who had been in the same class as her in high school and had called her names.

“Look guys, she has a pair of balloons underneath there.” Jake said to his small group of friends who stood with him.

And the guys laughed.

“Isn’t that getting a bit old?” Dina then said trying to hide the fact that what he said hurt.

“I don’t think so.” Jake said as they laughed.

Then as Dina went over to her locker, there was a sketch of a girl with huge breasts drawn on it.

But then a teacher came over to her.

“Who did that Dina?” The teacher asked her.

Dina looked over at Jake and his friends.

“I see.” The teacher said.

“Well Jake, why did you do this?” The teacher then asked Jake.

“I didn’t do anything, she is just trying to get attention.” Jake told the teacher.

“I am not.” Dina told them.

“Well I want to see you in my office Jake.” The teacher told him.

“Fine.” Jake said.

The teacher talked to Jake, but it didn’t change anything. He still continued to draw pictures on her locker and call her names.

A half an hour after she had gotten home one day, Tyler came by her house. Dina’s mom opened the door.

“Oh hi Tyler.” Dina’s mom said hello.

“Hi Mrs. Linden, is Dina at home.” Tyler asked.

“Yes, she’s up in her room. But she’s a bit down about something that happened at school I think.” Dina’s mother told Tyler.

“Is she ok.” Tyler asked.

“I think so, but maybe you can find out about what happened at school.” Dina’s mom asked Tyler.

“Okay.” Tyler said as he went upstairs.

When Tyler came up to the door to Dina’s room he knocked.

“Don’t come in.” Dina’s said from within the room.

But Tyler had already opened the door.

Dina laid on top of her bed and she was crying.

“Dina, what’s wrong.” Tyler asked as he went over to Dina.

“I told you not to come in.” Dina told Tyler.

“I’m sorry.” Tyler said.

“It’s just that I didn’t want you to see me like this.” Dina said.

“Well let’s wipe of those tears.” Tyler said as he brushed of a tear from under her eye.

“And let me see that smile of yours.” Tyler said smiling.

Dina gave out a small smile.

“That’s better.” kaynarca escort Tyler smiled.

“Now, is it because of something at school you were crying?” Tyler asked.

Dina nodded.

“It’s not that jerk again from our high school is it.” Tyler asked.

“Yes.” Dina said as she looked down.

“Well now he’s going to get it.” Tyler said with an angry voice.

“No, I don’t want you to get into trouble.” Dina said as she hugged Tyler trying to stop him.

Tyler slowly calmed down.

“It’s ok Dina, I’m not going to get into trouble, I’ll just have a talk with him.” Tyler reassured Dina.

Then as Dina slowly let go of Tyler, she looked into his eyes and he looked back into hers.

“Uhm, well I have to get going, I have some stuff to do.” Tyler said as he stood up.

“Oh ok.” Dina said trying to pretend that something almost didn’t happen.

A moment later Tyler left.

After that Tyler went out and bought some stuff for school the next day. He also made some phone calls.

The next day classes began and the students went to their class rooms. Jake was walking in the hallway towards his class, when he was grabbed by a couple of guys from behind.

He was dragged into a bathroom.

And there in front of him stood Tyler.

“What the hell is going on?” Jake yelled.

“We are going to teach you a lesson on what will happen if you say or do anything to Dina in the future.” Tyler told him.

“What the!” Jake yelled out as the guys who were holding him started to strip him.

And then they gagged him.

Then when they had gotten him totally naked, Tyler poured something over him from a bucket that read: Washable glue.

When Jake was covered in that stuff, Tyler held up a bag of yellow feathers over his head and then just poured them over him.

The feathers stuck to the glue on Jakes body, and he started to look like a chicken.

Then one of Tylers friends looked out from the bathroom to see if anyone were out in the hallway.

“The coast is clear.” Tylers friend said.

“Ok, let’s get him out.” Tyler said.

They picked up Jake and then carried him out to the corridor, and then over to the west wall. There they tied him to a pole. In front of him they sat down a tape recorder that had a tape with chicken noises.

“Now remember, if you say anything to Dina again something worse will happen.” Tyler told Jake.

Then as the bell rang, they played the tape. The recorder began to make chicken noises.

And soon the hall filled with students that saw Jake looking like a chicken and heard chicken noises coming from him.

Most of the students started to laugh. Dina was also coming out from her class room into the corridor, and there she saw Jake.

Dina couldn’t help but to laugh a bit.

But soon some teachers came and released Jake and took him away. It took three showers to get rid of all the feathers and glue on Jake.

The next day at school as Dina was walking through the hallway Jake came up to her.

“What is it now?” Dina said as she thought he was going to say something smart.

“I…I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to you.” Jake told her looking down at the floor.

“Oh, well… ok.” Dina said.

She couldn’t believe that he actually was apologizing to her.

“And that it will never happen again.” Jake then said as he walked away.

“Wow.” Dina thought to herself.

Dina knew that it was Tyler that had gotten him to stop calling her names. So that afternoon she went out and bought a present for Tyler.

After which she went over to Tylers house to give him the present.

It was Mr. Wiliams who opened the door.

“Hi Mr. Wiliams, is Tyler at home.” Dina asked.

“Hello Dina, Tyler is in his room.” Mr. Wiliams told her.

“Thanks.” Dina said as she walked in and then upstairs to Tylers room.

“Tyler, are you here.” Dina said as she opened the door to his room.

And there she saw Tyler sitting on his bed with his pants down looking at something and stroking something else.

“Dina!”

Tyler quickly got the cover from the bed over his lap, and he put back the thing that he was looking at into his bedside table.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Dina said as she quickly turned around.

As Dina looked away Tyler quickly pulled up his pants and then stood up.

“I’m so sorry Tyler, I should have knocked.” Dina said.

“No harm done.” Tyler told her feeling embarrassed.

“I just need to go to the bathroom for a minute, you can wait here in my room.” Tyler told her as he went out from his room.

As Dina was waiting in Tylers room she also felt embarrassed. But then she started thinking about what Tyler had been doing.

“Had he really been masturbating?” Dina wondered.

Dina wondered what it was that he had been looking at while he was doing this. She saw him put something into his bedside table.

“Should she look?”

“It was probably a dirty magazine.” Dina thought to herself.

“Maybe I should just take a peek.” She then thought.

Dina küçükyalı escort decided to take a look in his bedside table.

As she went over to his bed and opened the drawer she was stunned at what she found.

It was a picture of Dina in a bathing suit.

She couldn’t believe it. Tyler had been looking at her while he was…

Dina then heard someone walking and she quickly closed the drawer.

Tyler came back into the room.

“Dina, about what you saw.” Tyler said.

“Oh, I didn’t see anything.” Dina told Tyler lying.

“Well…” Tyler said.

Dina felt that this was getting a bit awkward, but then she remembered why she was here, her present.

“Here I bought you something.” Dina said as she handed a rapped gift over to Tyler.

“What’s this for.” Tyler asked.

“I think you know what, a certain bully apologized to me today.” Dina told Tyler smiling.

Tyler smiled back at Dina.

“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” Dina asked.

“Sure.” Tyler said.

Tyler opened the present. It was a watch.

“I’ve seen you looking at that watch lots of times in the store.” Dina told Tyler.

“Dina, I can’t accept this. It must have cost you a lot of money.” Tyler said.

“I want you to have it, you’re my best friend and more…” Dina stopped herself before she could finish that sentence.

Dina blushed as she looked down at the floor and then up at Tyler again.

“Dina I…” Tyler tried to say something.

“I have to go.” Dina said as she rushed out of the room.

Dina came to the door and was about to walk outside.

“Dina wait!” Tyler said.

Dina stopped and turned around.

“Yes.” She said.

“Dina I… would you like to go out with me on Friday.” Tyler got the nerve up and asked her.

Dina looked at Tyler and she smiled.

“Yes, of course I will.” She said smiling.

“Great… pick you up at six.” Tyler said.

“Ok.” Dina said still smiling as she then went home.

The days up to Friday all Dina could think about was her date with Tyler. She realized that she had been in love with Tyler for quite some time now.

When Friday came and school was out Tyler checked his new watch. It was still hours away until he was going to pick up Dina, but he just had to go over to her and tell her that he had gotten tickets to her favorite concert.

As Tyler went over to Dina’s house the front door opened and Dina’s father came out with a suit case.

“Oh hi Mr. Linden.” Tyler said.

“Hello Tyler.” Mr. Linden said.

“I’ve heard that you and Dina are going out on a date this evening.” Mr. Linden said.

“Yes, if it’s ok with you.” Tyler then said.

“Well I’m glad it’s you that she’s going out with, I know that you are dependable.” Mr. Linden told Tyler.

“Thanks.” Tyler said.

“But don’t be out to late.” Mr. Linden said.

“Of course not.” Tyler told him.

“Are you going away or something?” Tyler asked Mr. Linden.

“Oh yes, the Mrs. and I are going away to Paris for the weekend.” Mr. Linden told Tyler.

“Well have a nice weekend.” Tyler then said as he went inside and walked up to Dina’s room.

Tyler was rather exited about that he had managed to get those concert tickets, that he forgot to knock.

“I’ve got a…” Tyler paused as he opened Dina’s door.

Dina was standing over by her closet, wearing only a bra and a pair of panties. Wow, was the first thing that came to Tylers mind as he saw Dina in front of him.

Dina turned and saw Tyler standing there, and the both of them looked at each other for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry.” Tyler then said as he quickly turned around.

Dina then got a towel around herself while she got a little smile on her face.

“You can look now, I’m decent.” Dina told Tyler.

Tyler slowly turned around.

“Sorry.” He said again.

“Our date isn’t until six is it.” Dina said.

“I know, but I just had to tell you that I’ve got tickets to that concert that you’ve been wanting to go to.” Tyler told Dina.

“Oh Tyler.” Dina said as she rushed over and hugged Tyler.

A moment past.

“Well I should leave you to get dressed.” Tyler said.

“Bye.”

As Tyler came home he took a shower and then got dressed. It was already half past five so he got out and took his car over to Dina’s house.

He then went over and rang the bell. Dina opened the door.

“Wow, you look great.” Tyler said as he saw Dina.

Dina was wearing a dark purple and rather tight top, showing a little cleavage. She also wore a pair of tight pants.

Tyler couldn’t believe that she could wear a top like that with the size of her breasts.

“You look nice yourself.” Dina said.

“Should we go?” Tyler asked.

“Sure.”

They then drove over to where the concert was being held. The concert were held inside of a stadium and Tyler and Dina had seats in the middle.

They sat down and soon the concert began. A few minutes later Dina looked over at Tyler and then took and held his hand. Tyler smiled back at her.

One sancaktepe escort and a half an hour later the concert was over, and soon after they got out to Tylers car and drove home.

As Tyler pulled up to Dina’s house they talked for a minute.

“I had a great time tonight.” Dina told Tyler.

“Me too.” Tyler told her.

The two of them looked at each other for a few minutes then Tyler reached over and gave Dina a kiss.

They looked at each other again and then they started kissing again.

“Tyler.” Dina then said.

“Yes.” Tyler replied.

“My parents aren’t home.” Dina said as she looked at Tyler.

“Do you want to come in?” Dina then asked him.

“Are you sure.” Tyler asked.

“Yes.” Dina told him.

“Ok.” Tyler said.

Dina and Tyler then got out of the car and went inside. As they came inside Dina took Tylers hand as she walked him upstairs towards her room.

As they walked into her room they sat down on her bed.

They looked at each other for a second then they got close and started kissing. Soon they had their tongues inside of each others mouths.

Tyler had his hand on her thigh, then a moment later Dina took his hand and guided it up to her breasts.

Tyler felt her huge boobs as he began to caress them on the outside of her top.

Dina then reached over and began to unbutton Tylers shirt. Tyler unbuttoned his final button and then he removed his shirt. Dina then laid her hands on his chest and ran her them through his muscles.

A moment later Dina pulled away a bit and took a hold of her top and slowly pulled it over her head, revealing her large breasts in her white bra.

Tyler looked down at them as he then reached over and touched them. He looked up at Dina as she reached around back and unhooked her bra.

She then slowly removed it and let it drop to the floor.

“Oh wow.” Tyler said as he for the first time saw her huge naked breasts.

Dina smiled.

Tyler slowly reached over and cupped one of her boobs. It didn’t fit in his hand, they were so big and soft.

Tyler leaned over and kissed Dina, as he then continued to kiss her neck and then worked his way down to her hard nipples.

“Mmm.” Dina moaned as Tyler sucked her nipples.

A few minutes later Dina and Tyler both stood up, and began to remove their pants in front of each other.

As Dina pulled down her pants she showed her bra matching panties. She looked over at Tyler as he got down to his underwear.

Dina couldn’t help but to wonder about that huge bulge in his underwear, as she slowly pulled down her panties.

Dina now stood completely naked in front of Tyler, but then she laid down on the bed.

Tyler pulled his shorts down revealing his hard 12 inch black cock. It stood straight up.

Dina got an amazed look on her face.

“I didn’t know that they could get that big.” Dina said softly.

Tyler smiled as he reached down and took out a condom from his wallet. Dina watched Tyler as he had some trouble getting it on, because his cock was a little too big to fit right.

But as he managed to get it on, he walked over to the bed and laid down next to Dina. They kissed for a few minutes.

Then Tyler was making his way between her legs, which Dina parted so that he could get in.

“Tyler, please go slow, I’ve never done this before.” Dina told Tyler.

“I know, I’ll be careful.” He told her.

Dina smiled.

Tyler then reached down and guided his cock up to Dina’s tight virgin pussy.

He then started to gently push his thick cock into her pussy. A few pushes and her pussy opened, and his cock began to glide inside.

“Ahh.” Dina cried out in a soft voice.

“Are you ok?” He asked Dina.

“Yes.” She said.

He then pushed a little more inside of her.

“Ahhh.” Dina cried out once more, this time a little louder.

“Does it hurt?” Tyler asked Dina as he stopped moving.

“A little, you’re just too big.” Dina said.

“Do you want me to stop?” Tyler asked her.

“No, I want you to have me, I’ll be fine.” Dina told Tyler.

Tyler then started moving again, slowly pushing more and more of his shaft inside of her.

As he had half of his cock inside of her he started to move it in and out.

“Ohhh.” Dina moaned out.

“Does it hurt?” Tyler asked again.

“No, it’s starting to feel nice.” Dina told him.

Tyler then continued to move his cock in and out of her. And soon he was getting up a rhythm.

“Oh…oh ah.” Dina moaned.

Tyler reached down and kissed her.

“Oh oh yesss.” Dina then cried out as she then started to shiver a bit.

“Oh Tyler… I love you.” Dina moaned softly.

Tyler smiled.

“I love you too.” He told Dina.

A few minutes later Tyler started to grunt more and more.

Dina looked up at Tyler.

“Ahh ahhh.” Tyler grunted out as he came.

His cum totally flooded that condom.

Tyler then looked down at Dina and they both then smiled as he sunk down onto Dina.

That night they slept in each others arms.

The next morning they woke up at noon. It was Saturday and Dina’s parents weren’t going to be home for another day.

“Hi gorgeous.” Tyler said.

“Hi.” Dina said smiling.

“Last night… it was great.” Dina said smiling.

“Yes it was.” Tyler told her.

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