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Billy was pushing hard with his lips outstretched and reaching as far as possible. He strained his neck forward moving in a slight spiral and outstretched his tongue to make even more room. There was a warm slime going down his throat and he tasted pubic skin and smelled musky sex. Pubic hair tickled his nose and light mustache. Swiping his tongue outward he got the sexy taste of the balls and felt ball hairs across his tongue. He wanted to reach behind the balls but his tongue was not long enough. There was a hand on the back of his head pushing him. Billy made swallowing motions with his throat massaging and squeezing the big cock. It was pulsing and he felt another warm jet of slime. It felt good. It was fascinating how well he liked it.

In his sleep he made gurgling like sounds as he dreamed of slurping it in and out. “More, give me cum!” he vocalized in his sleep. “Hmm” he said as he dreamed of tasting the cum that came across his tongue.”

Billy woke up with a start. He had been dreaming and when he woke up his neck was outstretched with his mouth pulled forward and his lips stretched forward out in a big circle with his tongue laid out as if he was tasting balls. He realized he had just had a very realistic dream of deep throating a big cock all the way down to the widening base with pubic hair tickling his nose and he was licking the balls. The taste of the cock and balls seemed real and there seemed to be a taste of cum on his tongue as if a string of cum had trailed out of his throat when the cock was withdrawn to the head. For a moment he had a vision and a taste of licking the pee hole slot.

He shook off the dream and stretched as he got out of bed. Going into the kitchen he poured a glass of sweet tea and got a bagel. Remembering he was going to get an early start on the day and go pick up his friend Ricky, Billy finished his light breakfast and headed to the shower. After the shower he called his friend.

Ricky was already up and enjoying the beautiful day on his patio, when the phone rang. Answering the iphone he said, “Hello.”

“This is Billy, are you ready to go to Larry’s to check out his equipment?” They were going to look at a guitar amplifier Larry has for sale.

“Sure, come on over,” Ricky answered.

As he drove over to Ricky’s, Billy day dreamed a strange thought of sucking balls and licking all around the perineum of the cock that was in his dreams overnight. Perineum skin tasted exotic and the texture and feel on his tongue was from the smooth center part to the wrinkly edges of the ball sack and to the clean brown anal wrinkles, the feel of the tiny hairs tickling his sensitive tongue to the taste and firmness of the cheeks. “That’s interesting,” he said out loud.

Arriving at Ricky’s they greeted and Billy came inside for a minute. They went out to the patio and looked out across a field to the hills and colorful morning sky lighting up. There was an enjoyable breeze that tantalized and enlivened one’s feeling of enjoying nature and life.

Soon they got into the car for Larry’s.

Catching his eye from the side, Ricky noticed that Billy had a semi hard on and just attributed it to a morning wood.

Soon they arrived at Larry’s place, and knocked on the door.

Larry said, “Come in.”

They walked in the door and Larry said, “Good morning.” When their eyes adjusted Ricky thought Larry was not dressed yet because he was wearing a men’s thong.

Billy volunteered, “Beautiful morning isn’t it?”

Larry replied, “Yes.”

Ricky said, “Gorgeous,” poker oyna as he realized his eyes were trapped looking at Larry’s thong which could pass for a revealing G-string.

“The equipment is over here,” Larry indicated behind him. Again Ricky tried to look behind Larry but his eyes landed on Larry’s crotch again.

“Here let’s start the day out right,” Larry said as he lit a joint and started to pass it around. “Panama Red,” he proudly announced the type of pot with a grin.

Soon they were all in good humor. Ricky was a bit naïve about drugs but he enjoyed his friends here.

Larry brought out a substance that they all took turns snorting. Very soon Ricky felt intense euphoria and was totally uninhibited.

Every time Larry brought over another hit where Ricky was sitting, Larry’s crotch was practically in his face. Ricky intensely noticed the bright cherry red seams of Larry’s thong that enhanced the bulge of his cock and balls. The pouch was of shimmering and stretchy white see through silk.

Larry broke the concentration briefly, “Do you like how it looks?”

Ricky said, “Yeah, it stands out.”

Larry said, “The pouch is scented, go ahead and smell of it, take your time.”

Ricky leaned forward slightly as Larry was practically rubbing it in his face. He put his nose along Larry’s shaft. Ricky was so stoned already he was taking in the sight, color, and smell without any embarrassment. Ricky was sniffing all up and down the shaft and then sniffed the balls. The thong was smooth and smelled good.

Billy was watching with a big euphoric grin.

Larry said, “Let me get another hit for you,” as he turned his butt cheek came across Ricky’s lips and nose. Reflexively he took a lick and marveled at the taste, and he could see the thong deeply in Larry’s ass crack. He licked the inside cheeks giving tiny skin sucks for a minute until Larry turned around again.

Larry said, “I was going to let you lick my cock but I might have changed my mind.”

Ricky groaned in disappointment. He hadn’t even been given a chance to decide.

Larry said, “Ok, I will let you lick the top, but just for a minute. Better get it before I change my mind.” He pulled the band of his thong and let the top of his cock out.

Ricky was now looking at a magnificent cock head. Not wasting time he started to lick it, and noticed it was getting harder and longer. As he licked he got a taste of pre cum for the first time. He kept licking the pee hole, and swiveled his mouth on the cock head closing his lips around the flange. Without knowing why he kept licking.

Larry pulled his thong down some more. “Lick further down, and feel my balls.”

Ricky licked the shaft up and down and around all sides. He licked all around the base of the shaft feeling the tufts of public hair tickling his tongue. He took one ball in his mouth and before he wet it too much he could feel the ball hairs tickling his mouth all around. He sucked both balls.

Larry said lick all the way back between the balls, as he lifted a leg to the couch arm.

Hungrily Ricky licked all the way back behind the balls getting tickled by the tufts of pubic hair behind the balls, licking the smooth spot and all the way back to the brown wrinkles. Larry was clean and Ricky was licking the asshole before he knew it.

Suddenly Larry pulled Ricky’s head up, pushed his cock in his mouth and held it there.

Ricky could feel the cock was much stiffer and tasted good. He was smelling the cock skin when he felt it tighten canlı poker oyna and expand. Larry held Ricky’s head in place and his cock started jerking hard. Ricky felt splashes of cum in the back of his mouth and as Larry moved it around, several spurts of cum went into his cheeks and all over his tongue. This was his first taste of cum and he really didn’t know how all this happened. Euphorically he tasted the cum. It was good and it melted in his mouth.

“Clean it,” Larry said.

Obediently, Ricky licked every bit of it clean, enjoying the taste and smell with the colorful thong beneath. As Larry turned he licked the ass cheeks and noticed an enticing smell of cologne. Larry kissed the thong band all the way from the waist line below the asshole. Both his cheeks rubbed gently along both ass cheeks.

Billy had a video recording going on with his iphone.

Larry shared another hit with his friends.

Billy was stoned and all grins. Larry stood Ricky up and loosened his pants buckle. “Billy pull his pants down so we can see what he’s got.”

Billy with a grin started unzipping Ricky’s pants, and started to pull them down letting his hands glide over the butt cheeks as he did it, with the video capturing it all. He pulled the pants down all the way to the ankles but not off. He started to pull down the underwear also but took a minute to smooth out the underwear, and feel the firm cheeks. “Nice and soft,” he remarked. He freed the top of Ricky’s cock from the band and slowly drew the underwear down. He cupped the balls as if he needed to steady the front of the underwear as he slid down the back.

Once exposed, he played with the soft ass cheeks. He took the liberty to lick and kiss the soft ass all up and down the cheeks, crack, and sides. The video captured the softness as the cheeks were kneaded.

“Awesome butt,” remarked Larry, “and so cute.”

Larry laid Ricky over the arm of the sofa. Ricky complied as if under a spell.

“Lay still and relax,” Larry said as he massaged Ricky’s ass. From the coffee table he grabbed a small container of personal lube and applied some to Ricky’s asshole. He massaged some more lube into the asshole with one finger and eventually two, turning and stretching the hole.

Soon, Larry was pushing his cockhead against the asshole, while Billy got it on video. Ricky was getting his anal cherry taken, on video! Very slowly and with gentle pressure Larry kept working his cock head into the asshole, and eventually started pushing the shaft in.

Billy watched as soon Larry’s stomach was spanking against Ricky’s ass. Billy captured the sound and action on video, and then captured Larry’s balls smacking against Ricky’s.

Without coming to a climax, Larry pulled out showing the gaping asshole and motioned for Billy to get some.

Billy had already taken his pants off and had been stroking his cock. He walked up and put a small amount of lube on his cock, and some more in Ricky’s asshole he started to slowly push his cock in. He was about half way in when he felt a cool sensation on his asshole as Larry put some lube on it and then stuck is already lubed cock into Billy’s ass but just far enough to massage the prostate before plunging the rest of the way in.

The prostate stimulation made Billy cum hard, and at the same time Larry had thrust all the way in and was cumming in Billy’s ass.

“Wow!” said Billy.

Larry groaned loudly.

As they started to relax and Larry’s and Billy’s cocks slipped out at the same time, Larry internet casino told Ricky to stand up, and told Billy to sit on the sofa. Ricky was the only one who had not cum yet. Ricky’s cock was now in Billy’s face. Ricky had never had anyone suck him off. Now Ricky was uninhibited from the drugs, and said, “Suck it!”

Billy taken by surprise opened his mouth. As the cock slid in and out violently for a minute Billy noticed it was getting harder. It tasted good. Then Ricky slowed it down enjoying the sensation, trying to hold back, and could feel Billy’s breath on it. His balls were banging on Billy’s chin and it felt so good. It felt so good he was about to cum. But he slowed the motions to feel it longer. He grabbed the back of Billy’s head and pulled hard and he flexed and at the same time, Billy grabbed Ricky’s ass cheeks. “Aughhh,” Ricky exploded cum into Billy’s mouth and throat in multiple gushes. He kept holding Billy’s face in place until he was almost entirely limp.

Billy kept tasting Ricky’s cum and cock.

Later they had cleaned up and took Ricky’s amplifier home. They decided to go to Sammy’s place.

When they came in Sammy lit up some pot and they smoked and relaxed with grins and friendship.

Somehow they started talking about their experience at Larry’s and his thong underwear.

Sammy asked Billy, “Aren’t you wearing panties today? Let’s see them.”

Billy dropped his pants showing some bight pink panties, and Ricky looked on with a grin.

Ricky talked about his encounter confessing, “I was looking at the thong enhancing his package when before I knew it, his cock was in my mouth, and I swallowed his cum.” Ricky confessed to enjoying the taste of cum and the cock sucking.

Sammy said, “Why don’t you guys get naked and lay in a sixty nine position?”

They were still pretty high and uninhibited. Soon Billy was laying over the top of Ricky. They took each other’s cock in their mouth.

Sammy noticed Billy’s asshole was getting a little oval in shape, and Ricky’s was still round and just a little open as he bent over.

Sammy said, “Grab his ass, all the harder as you want him to push your head down harder.”

Billy loved the feel of Ricky’s soft ass cheeks, and squeezed them as he plunged his mouth up and down. He felt Ricky’s hand on the back of his head, and he felt his cock in Ricky’s warm mouth. As he sucked Ricky’s cock, Billy began to squeeze Ricky’s ass cheeks the harder he wanted Ricky to push on his head. Soon he felt Ricky’s cock head start to slide into his throat. With a slight amount of gagging he kept this up, keeping the cock wet with saliva. Soon the head of the cock started into his throat. He knew if the head went in, then soon the shaft could go in.

They kept this enjoyment up, trying to keep each other at the same pace. Soon Ricky felt Billy squeezing his butt cheeks very hard and so he pushed Billy’s head harder, and soon he realized Billy’s face was all the way down to his pubic hair. Suddenly Ricky clinched his ass cheeks hard and flexed his entire body and shot a hot load of cum directly into Billy’s throat.

They both came about the same time and they both swallowed and kept the cocks in their mouths for several minutes, feeling off their crotches, cheeks, and genitals.

When they both sat up, they said together, “That was awesome,” and they both laughed.

Sammy saved the video file with a back up.

The next day Ricky told his friend Donnie about the enhancing men’s thong. Donnie seemed fascinated about it, including the colors, silky feeling, and the scent.

*****

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She was my sister and I loved her. But when Mom called and told me I had to have her up to the school for 4 nights I was pissed. It was the 4 day weekend — Founders Day into Memorial Day — and I’d been looking forward to the college parties and particularly to getting closer to Sandy- my new girlfriend. I was a sophomore and woefully undernourished in the pussy department, but Mom doesn’t take no for an answer. She and Dad were off to Barbados, there was no one else, she didn’t trust Annie over at any of her friend’s homes, etc. etc. So that was that. They were celebrating Annie’s 18th birthday Wednesday night and Thursday they’d be off and she, Annie, would be on her way here (and did I remember to get Annie a present?)

It was only 2 days later that I found out Annie wasn’t coming alone. She called to make arrangements to meet at my dorm and casually dropped the bomb that Beth was coming with her. Beth is this super hot friend of Annie’s who I’d known for 10 years, and had lusted after from afar in the way you do with a sister’s hot friend. I had figured my getting her was pure fantasy until the night of my high school graduation. That’s when she took me in my bedroom with the family partying below us and gave me what was still the best blowjob of my life. “Don’t ever say I didn’t give you something special for graduation Jeff,” she said after with a big grin and a fat strand of sperm dripping from her chin. Then she was gone. I hadn’t seen her since, so I marked it up to a blowjob where nothing leads up to it and nothing leads away from it. But now I reconsidered that and reconsidered the benefits of having Annie up with her best friend. Perhaps Sandy would have to wait.

Annie and Beth had been best friends since the 4th grade when we moved to town. Beth was a couple of months older but when both girls ended up repeating 5th grade for medical reasons (now all cleared up) the bond between them was really sealed. Annie was athletically lean from volleyball and basketball, tall, pretty, smart and funny. Beth got all the curves Annie lacked; she had just about a perfect body and face. Maybe she was a touch ditzy and more than a touch slutty (as my surprise bj demonstrated), but I was more than fine with the overall package. Annie was pretty, with maybe small B-cup tits, while Beth was the gorgeous cheerleader type — C-cups for sure, a killer ass and the face of an angel. For a moment I worried whether Annie knew the special gift I got from Beth, but there had been no sign of it. I was already wondering if there was a way to lose Annie for a few hours so Beth and I could create more secrets to keep from her.

Annie got out of my Dad’s SUV looking like a wholesome, well scrubbed tomboy. Fashionable, but not very tight, jeans and a couple of those spaghetti strapped shirts she loved. Beth got out the other side and winked over at me as I hugged Annie. She came in for her own hug. Beth was dressed like Junior Sluts on Parade, a plaid mini skirt to mid thigh, cute little fuck-me shoes, and a tight blue tee which hugged her free range tits. The shirt knocked off work somewhere north of her naval and nicely showed off her flat tummy and jeweled belly button. I wanted to cum just watching her walk over for the hug. Her eyes were made up, her long brown hair shined and she smelled like heaven.

Since it was still Thursday morning I had to get to one more class. Beth’s hug had me pretty hard but I hid it well and asked the girls if they wanted to come along with me. Annie laughed and said they’d rather hang at the dorm. Off I went feeling kind of like a dope for walking away from that very hot piece of ass my sister had so considerately brought along for the ride!

Problem was I got back from class to find Frank hanging all over them — or more exactly Annie hanging all over him with Beth laying on my bed watching. Beth’s legs were together but the skirt was so short that I figured Frank had a view of her panties from his angle, even as he was bending over Annie to show her some chords on his guitar. Frank is my roommate, and a pussy hound way beyond my ability. He claimed to have fucked nine different girls before Christmas break our freshman year, and most of us believed him. I knew as soon as I saw the scene that he was working to fuck one of what I sort of thought of as my girls, leering over towards Beth as Annie practically rubbed her cute tits on his shoulder.

I looked at Annie and saw a girl flushed and excited by his attention. Then for one second I imagined leaving Annie to him so I could get alone with Beth, who was looking very sexy in the horizontal position. Then I thought of Mom and Dad and realized I needed to save Annie from Frank. His official count of pussy scored had recently crept (he said) to 24, and no way could I let him fuck my sister as number 25, not after the way I’d seen him treat other girls. Plus I was pretty sure Annie was a virgin, and a pretty pure virgin at that.

Frank actually already had a weird poker oyna history of attraction with Annie. A year earlier my family had vacationed in St Martin’s and I’d made the mistake of leaving my photos of the trip lying around. Frank found it and started in not only on Annie — who was cute but not spectacular in her bikini — but even on my mother. About Mom he made the usual MILF jokes (focused mainly on her tits which were actually well hidden in a modest bikini) and asked when she was coming up to visit. But the comment that most irked me — I had to pretend to be amused but believe me I wasn’t — was about the picture of Annie bent over smoothing out her towel after a swim. Frank went on and on about her ass and how (he said) you could get a nice glimpse of her pussy outlined by her tight bikini bottoms. In his memorable line: ‘Dude, you can totally see the outline of her cunt in that shot.’ I knew he was just trying to get me going, but it still bothered me. It was hard to hear her young pussy described that way. But sure enough when I was next alone, I had to look closer and there it was — a perfect outline of the lips of her pussy in the wet suit. The material had sucked up into her snatch just enough to make the camera shot perfect (if that’s what you were looking for.) But I for one was not. Fuckin’ Frank!

I got Annie out of there on the pretext of showing her the new gym where she might play basketball once she got to college. Beth said she’d stay behind, and I tried hard not to whine her in to joining us. I figured I had 4 nights to close the deal with her and that I’d better not rush things at the start. But leaving Frank alone with Beth was one of the harder things I’d ever done. It made me feel angry, sad and noble all at once.

Annie and I ended up goofing around at the gym — playing a little one on one b-ball. She was a pretty good player, although with 6 inches of height on her and probably 60 pounds, it wasn’t too hard to stop her drives to the hoop. One time an accidental contact sent her sprawling on the baseline, her rump in the air, and I flashed back on the picture that got Frank going. The skin tight short-shorts she’d put on for the tour left little about her ass (which is nice) or her crotch (notice I didn’t call it her ‘cunt’?) to the imagination. I tried to wash away the image by thinking of Beth’s much rounder, fuller ass and what I’d like to do with it, but the Annie-image was still in there. And now it had company.

We hacked around the gym and the campus for 2 hours or more, and then went back to the room to shower for dinner. It was empty. With Annie in the shower I got Frank on his cell phone and made plans to meet out at the local Chinese place for dinner. He’d taken Beth down to show her the lake and campus and his lacrosse field house. Two hours after that we were done with dinner. Then the girls went back to the dorm to change for the big party. Frank and I were hanging out on the campus waiting.

He handed me a key and said “Hey, Bill wanted you to have this.”

“OK, why is that?”

“So you’ll have a place to sleep tonight.”

“Huh?”

The plan of course had been for the girls to stay in our room on the floor. Their sleeping bags were already there, and already I’d pictured Beth a hundred times climbing into hers dressed only in skimpy lace shorts and a top. But light dawned on me,

“You mean you want our room to yourself?”

“Well, not exactly myself.” He laughed then. “Uh… Beth and I are going to need some privacy, and Bill is gone for the night back home. So he gave me his key — but only on the condition that you stay there, not me. He said something about not wanting my cum all over his sheets when he got back, but he was fine with you staying there. And there are 2 beds so you and Annie can both be comfortable.”

Damn. Of course he didn’t know I had a history with Beth so I couldn’t fault him for that — but still, damn him. I was afraid of the answer but asked anyway — “You mean you two already got into it this afternoon?”

Frank laughed again and said “Not quite, well all but. Beth knows I’m getting us the room, she’s telling Annie about it now so we don’t freak her out.” He saw me wincing and said “Well look I figured you didn’t want me to play for Annie — right? And Beth is too good to pass up — you should see her ass out of that skirt.” I guess that’s what he meant by ‘all but.’

At the party we hung out, drank some beers and allowed the girls a few. Neither of us wanted to see them get wasted (for slightly different reasons.) Frank danced with both girls and so did I. I got immediately aroused with my arms around Beth and her pelvis hitting mine. We didn’t mention it but we both knew the other was thinking about that bj — and about the bj she’d be giving a little later. After an hour or so we spotted Frank taking Beth out a side door so we figured that case was closed. And since Annie was getting hit on by a couple of seniors on the canlı poker oyna prowl for young girls, we got out shortly after.

Rather than go back right away I took her to a movie which itself turned out pretty funny. There were two really hot sex scenes in the movie — one of which gave me another in the series of uncomfortable woodies that day. A skinny blonde (not unlike Annie), with only tiny pink panties on (not unlike Annie’s suit in the photo), was bent over crawling (not unlike Annie) across a bed to suck the hero’s cock (totally unlike Annie.) It was shot from behind the actress and again I got the flash of Frank saying ‘dude, you can totally see the outline of her cunt.’ Of course in an R rated movie they didn’t show the actual sucking — just her head bobbing up and down in the actor’s lap. But it was enough to send my blood rushing. I gave a cautious glimpse over to Annie. Her pretty eyes were about bulging out of her head. But we don’t discuss things like that in our family so we let it pass then and forever.

We got back to the dorm and without a word to each other went to Bill’s room right next door to my own. I was tempted to listen at my door, but that seemed too sketchy. My reason was I realized only now that we hadn’t brought any of my stuff or Annie’s for the night. But screw it! We had a place with 2 beds and that would have to be enough. We got in and chatted uncomfortably about the day — both of us thinking about (and trying not to picture) the fucking that we knew was taking place behind the wall. It was well after midnight and with nothing much else to do we decided to turn in. We turned out the lights and Annie turned while I stripped down to my boxers and jumped into bed.

She giggled “Now don’t peek!! Really! Turn around.”

And I did — did both I mean. I turned and then, in the darkened room lit by a bright spring moon through an open window, turned back and peeked. Annie had her back to me and shimmied out of the tight jeans she’d been wearing for the party. Heart attack number 1: she had on really pretty yellow bikini panties, number 2: she bent over to pick up the jeans, number 3: ‘dude, you can totally see…’, numbers 4,5 and 6: she pulled off the little top she was wearing, reached around to undo the (matching) yellow bra, dropped it on the bureau beside her, tilted back to the bed — her small tits illuminated by the moonlight — to retrieve the top and drop it back over her head. Oh my fucking word but she looked gorgeous to me at that moment, sister or not. With that she jumped into bed and I turned back to my wall quickly. I was already wondering whether I could jack off with her in the room. It had been that kind of day.

After our ‘good night’s, I was waiting for Annie to drift off. I was lightly stroking my dick but didn’t dare really go for it with her about 6 feet away. Amazingly, I must have fallen asleep first, because the next thing I knew she was calling my name.

“Jeff — did you hear that?”

“Huh? Hear what?” I had been dreaming about Beth getting out of that car.

“That.” I could hear the words but had no idea what she was talking about.

“What?”

“Them.”

“Them who? We’re by ourselves, Annie. We’re all alone here.”

“No you idiot, up here, by the vent. I can hear them through the wall.”

My eyes opened. Annie was kneeling up on her bed pressed against the wall separating us from my dorm room. Above her head I could just make out an air vent in that wall. And below, her ass lit up by that Spring moon. And for the fourth or fifth time that day I was confronted by that image. I gave in. Her ass was fucking hot in those panties, more full and womanly that it had ever been in St Martin’s. Round, feminine and so tempting. Her ass appeared to twitch and shimmy under the tight panties as she twisted her head up near the vent. And, yeah, I could almost think I could make out the image of her cunt as her body leaned in towards the vent. I registered that for the first time ‘cunt’ did seem to be the appropriate word. But hell if she was going to keep torturing me with these glimpses, then …….whatever! Her voice snapped me out of it.

“Oh my God — they’re about to do it. I can hear everything.” Her voice was low and soft and kind of hissing to keep private, and somehow sounded very sexy in the shimmery dark/light of the dorm room. But what the hell was she talking about? I couldn’t hear a thing.

“You mean they’re fucking? Frank and Beth?”

“Not yet — can’t you hear it?”

I honestly couldn’t. It was probably from an ear injury I had with a cherry bomb when I was 14. But she wanted me to hear. And I wanted whatever she wanted right that moment.

“Come over here — you won’t believe it.”

Her voice in retrospect was already getting raspy. I hightailed it over to her bed, hopped aboard and pressed into the wall beside her, glancing down at her top from the side when I bent my good ear in towards the vent. Now internet casino I heard it:

I could hear Frank say “Get down on it girl,” and from Beth some giggling.

“Yeah that’s it — suck it,” followed by her faint slurping sounds.

“Oh yeah, get that pussy up here so I can finger you.”

Beth hadn’t said a word but it was pretty clear what her role in the little off stage drama was. I was beside Annie sporting a huge boner from seeing her body and from listening to Frank command Beth. I reached up to adjust the louvered vent and the sounds from their room became clearer and louder. Had fucking Bill been listening like this every time Frank or I — well, obviously 90% Frank of course, had brought a girl back to our room? I’d have to worry about that later since now it was like being in the room with them as she gave him head.

We could hear Frank moving her again. “C’mere, get that top off so I can see your tits while you blow me.”

Beth giggled again; we waited till they stripped her.

“Oh yeah honey. I liked those tits the minute I saw you.”

Now we heard Beth, “Mmmmm your cock is like steel, it tastes so good.”

Then Frank’s voice, “Mmmmmmmm I’m liking that, yeah, go down deep.”

There was a long quieter pause as we all waiting on Beth’s cocksucking skills to have their effect. I had some experience of those skills myself and was confident Frank wouldn’t last much longer than the 2 minutes it took her to have my seed erupting two years earlier. We could hear Frank gasping a bit, no doubt trying to prolong the bj before he let her taste his sperm. For the record, Beth did not let me cum in her mouth on that graduation night. My first jet that night had surprised her and bullseyed her chin, but the others had gone harmlessly into the palm of her hand. But, as I said it was two years later, and I knew immediately from the sounds in that room that Frank was going to make out better in that regard. That’s when Annie touched my arm and leaned in to whisper.

“We have to be quiet — they could hear us too. Is she still sucking him?” I looked again sideways at Annie in the moonlight and could see her nipples straining the thin fabric of her shirt. I looked down and saw her stomach and the thin panty material disappearing to a small ‘V’ at her crotch.

Whispering back, hoarse sounding in my own ears, I said “Yeah, she’s totally blowing him.” Now I glanced behind her at her ass. The moon was still doing its job of lighting her up from behind and the satiny material shimmered. It looked like her ass was doing a little dance in those panties. And without even knowing it, I started a slow massage of the small of her back with my hand, just making little circles, first over her top, then a bit lower so my hand was roaming from the top to the bare skin above her ass. Annie was still leaning in, and showing no sign of trouble at the hand action. When I realized what I was doing I pulled my hand away quickly so I wouldn’t freak her out.

Annie whispered again “I know that Beth blew you for graduation — she told me.” Now that was interesting and I would have loved to know more about how that story went down and whether Annie was pissed at me, at Beth, at us both or at no one.

But Frank was speaking over the top of Annie’s voice, “Oh yeah, suck it slut — gonna cum way down your throat.” Annie let out a little groan — or surprise or disgust I couldn’t tell.

And then from Beth: “Mmmmm do it, fuck my mouth. Your cock is huge.”

I glanced down and found my hand had already resumed — all by itself! — The circular motion over Anne’s little top, over the small of her back. I felt my chest constrict and then watched as my hand dropped down further to her skin and then over the panties and I began caressing Annie’s lovely ass. When I did that she looked at me quick, and then turned her head back to the wall. I kept circling her ass, getting more and more bold as we listened to Beth struggling to swallow Frank’s cock through the vent. Then I had the full round of Annie’s ass cupped in my hand. Anne was silent, her face turned from me. But she was letting me cup and knead her ass through the panties. I looked down at myself and saw an enormous erection pointing up and out at the wall as we knelt there together. Frank was breathing hard in the vent. I was watching my hand circle Annie’s ass in the moonlight. Now Annie pressed her body into the wall and began grinding her pelvis against the hard surface. I took advantage and cupped her ass cheeks hard so there could be no mistaking what was happening. She turned her face to me, looking confused and lust ravaged.

Annie whispered “I’m so horny” and this time looked up at me with a face both pleading and worried. One look at her and I knew she was a goner. She should kiss that virginity good-bye although maybe it also occurred to me that I’d beat her there to kiss it plenty for her. My hand slipped down below her ass and I found the crotch of the panties and gently moved it aside. Just then Frank started up again and we were as focused on his blowjob as we were on the fact that my fingers were now riding along the lips of Annie’s cunt. Frank started to explode.

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If you’ve read the first three instalments, you’ll have a flavour of the kind of relationship I now had with Anne and Mike. I was seeing one or both of them most evenings – and it nearly always turned sexual! This is the story about how their mom became part of our sexual adventures.

On Saturday evening, I was on my own. Anne and Mike had gone to a wedding and I was at a loose end. I decided to take a bath and since I lived alone, had not bothered to dress afterwards. When the doorbell rang, I forgot that Anne and Mike were out and thought it would be one of them.

“It’s open!” I called out.

“Hello, it’s Sandra!” The voice I recognised at once belonging to Anne and Mike’s mom.

I grabbed a towel in a panic and stammered something about expecting someone else.

Sandra also apologised for disturbing me, as I tried to make a small hand towel fit around my waist in vain. I had to keep hold of it with one hand and felt very naked.

“Look, I’m really sorry to disturb you like this – it’s just that I was on my own tonight and I can’t get my video to work. I wondered if you’d have a look for me?”

“Sure, Sandra, just let me put something on.”

“No need on my account,” quipped Sandra.

Was she being a bit flirtatious? I must admit I has fantasised about Sandra. She must’ve been about forty, but she still has a fantastic body. She often wore tight leggings that showed a firm bottom, and sometimes her nipples were clearly visible through her T shirts.

“Perhaps for the neighbours?” I replied.

I went to a pile of clean laundry and managed to find a pair of boxer shorts one handed. Putting them on under the towel Sandra made no effort to avert her eyes. She continued to stare as I put on jeans, a T shirt and some trainers.

Now dressed, I followed her back to her house and she told me that her husband was always away working, and never fixed anything. With Anne and Mike out all night too she was going to be pretty lonely – especially if she couldn’t even watch a video.

She went into her kitchen to fetch me a drink and I unscrewed to case on the family VCR.

It poker oyna was clear that the video had dirty heads. The tape played, but on the TV was only a snowstorm. I ejected the tape and set to work cleaning the heads with alcohol and swabs. Presently, I put the tape back in and this time everything was working. The tape was a porn film which I had previously seen when Mike had brought it round to my place!

Sandra returned and seemed to be not even slightly embarrassed by the onscreen pictures which currently featured one girl licking the pussy of another.

“You fixed it!” She seemed really impressed at my simple repair.

“I just cleaned the heads – shall I stop it now?”

“Why, does it offend you?” She gave me a mocking look. “I thought you liked this kind of thing!”

“Well…”

“Anne and Mike do talk to me, you know. It’s OK, I’m no prude.”

“No, of course it doesn’t offend me.”

I took the beer and sat on the sofa and wondered just how much Anne and Mike had told their mum.

“Do you like to watch two women?” Sandra posed the question like you would ask someone if they took sugar in their tea.

“Yes,” I croaked, “do you?”

“I’ve often wondered what it would be like,” she replied, still in a very matter of fact way.

“Maybe you should try it then!”

“Maybe I will. I love being licked. I think a woman would do it better than a man.”

The she said something that poleaxed me.

“Mike says you’re the best blow job he’s ever had!”

Stuck dumb for a moment, my mouth fell open but no words came out. He told his mom!

“Don’t worry, we’re very open in this house.”

“You’re not kidding!”

“Best way to be. I wish I was their age again – I’d love to have the kind of fun you guys do.”

“You still can, you are a very attractive woman.”

“I wish.”

“No, really, I think you’re very fit. You have the body of a woman half your age.”

I really meant it. I could see her nipples poking through her T shirt. I desperately wanted to see them. My cock was stiffening and felt very uncomfortable trapped inside my jeans.

“Can canlı poker oyna I ask you a personal question,” I said.

“Ask away!”

“Are you wearing a bra?”

“Never wear one.”

“Then I rest my case. Your boobs must be in great shape!”

“Wanna look?”

Boy did I. With no modesty at all, she stripped off the T shirt. She had perfect, pert 36 C’s – with the most gorgeous erect nipples I had ever seen.

“Wow!” I gasped. I stared at those gorgeous breasts for what seemed like an age. Every so slowly, I stretched out a hand and she did nothing to stop me. I cupped a warm soft breast in my hand and ran the palm of my hand around and over that hard nipple.

“Beautiful.” I said eventually. You have fabulous breasts.

“You’ve made me wet!” she said. She slid her had down the front of her leggings and felt herself.

“You’ve made me hard!” I replied.

“Let me see!”

I undid my jeans and slid down my boxers, setting free my throbbing cock.

“Nice cock, Anne wasn’t kidding! Can I touch?”

I nodded and she took my cock in her hand and squeezed. A little precum oozed out and she ran her thumb over it.

“You need to cum don’t you? You can cum over my tits if you want to.”

I didn’t need persuading. I took of my jeans and boxers completely and standing over her, began wanking with my right hand and fondling her left breast with my left hand. She responded by plunging her left hand down into her crotch and cupping my balls in her left. It wasn’t long before my balls jerked and ropes of cum splattered her chest and and neck. With both hands she spread my spunk all over her tits.

“You made a mess,” she giggled.

“It was you fault!” I replied. “Now I think you should let me lick that pussy of yours.”

“Sounds lovely,” she said. I grasped the waistband of her leggings and helped her wriggle out of them. She had nothing on under them and I saw her beautiful mature pussy peeking out from curls of pubic hair. The musky odour hit me as I knelt between her legs. Her lips were wet and swollen and she gasped as I began to lick and suck at them. internet casino Her juices were sweet and she placed her hands on my head as if to prevent me escaping. My tongue located her hard clitoris and she gasped and squirmed as I licked it rhythmically.

I heard the front door latch click.

‘Don’t stop!” she moaned, and held my head firmly in place.

I obeyed and soon she was thrashing about as she climaxed, almost suffocating me in her wet sex. I carried on licking as her orgasm subsided and eventually she released my head.

By now my cock was rock hard again. I wanted to fuck that pussy and nothing was going to stop me.

“it’s a long time since I’ve heard Mom cum like that!” The voice was Anne’s. I whipped my head around so see Anne and Mike standing just inside the doorway. They were both grinning.

“Hi there,” said Sandra, getting her breath back, “how was the wedding.”

It was a bizarre scene. Sandra was completely naked, legs wide apart. I was wearing only a T shirt, still with a lazy lob and my face covered in Sandra’s pussy juice. Anne and Mike were dressed up for a wedding party – Mike with a shirt and tie, and Anne in a pink party dress. And they were chatting away like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“It was OK,” said Mike, “but it looks as if you were having more fun, we’ll leave you to it.”

Anne and Mike retreated from the room.

“Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Sandra got up and knelt on the sofa, resting her forearms on the back. She wiggled her exquisite bum seductively.

I pushed my stiff cock between those juicy wet lip and slid my cock into her hot sex, and began thrusting.

Sandra became an animal, bucking and shouting at the top of her voice.

“Fuck me you dirty bastard. Fuck me harder.”

Obediently, I grabbed her hips and pounded my cock inside her as hard as I could. There were slapping noises as my torso hit her backside and juices were running down my balls. I was pounding her so hard I was frightened I would hurt her. But the harder I thrust, the better she liked it. The whole street must have heard.

“Fuck me, yes, yes!” she screamed.

Eventually, I could hold back no longer and felt my cock about to erupt for a second time. I gratefully pumped my seed deep inside her, and we collapsed in a sweating heap.

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My pussy was still throbbing, and very, very wet after Daddy left my bedroom. I listened to his footsteps descend the stairs, and then I got into bed, planning on thinking of the wonderful things that just happened. After a couple of minutes of rubbing my steamy pussy and massaging my swollen clit, thinking of Daddy spanking my ass and fucking me with his hard cock, I heard more footsteps on the stairs. My heart began pounding faster and harder. Did Daddy decide that I’ve been bad again? Was he coming back to punish me some more? I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in, Daddy!” Instead of my father, my mother popped her head in the room and glanced around. She caught my hand playing with my pussy, and walked in the room. I took my hand away, embarrassed.

“Well, Anna, I heard what just happened in here. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” My face was red. “Well, Mommy, I’m sorry that I made you worry tonight. Daddy came in and took my panties off, and he spanked me. I’ll never do it again, I promise.” My mother smirked at me, and all of a sudden, my brother, Scott, walked poker oyna in the room.

“Anna, you are very naughty! Daddy just gets done spanking your bottom, and you’re rubbing your soaking wet pussy. I think you need some MAJOR punishment now. What do you think, Scott?” Scott looked at my tits, and pulled my blanket off of me, staring at my cleanly shaven pussy. “Mom, I think we need to punish Anna. She needs to learn to behave herself!” Scott was a year older than me. Ever since I was thirteen, I would fantasize about him and masturbate. I would creep into the bathroom while he was showering, and watch him jerk his hard cock off. Now, I could see the bulge in his blue jeans. He began rubbing his rock-hard dick on the outside of his clothes.

“Stand up, Anna. Right now!” I got out of bed. I was completely naked, and my nipples were hard, my pussy was wet. I had bright red marks on my ass from where Daddy was spanking me. My mother began licking lightly on my hardened nipples. “Turn around and bend over the bed. I’m going to get Daddy in here again to spank your bottom! Wait until he hears that you canlı poker oyna were rubbing your wet cunt, thinking of him spanking you!”

“Oh, Mom, please tell Daddy to come in here and spank me! I love when Daddy spanks me!” A few moments later, Daddy walked in the room. He had his paddle in his hand. “Anna, you need some more, you naughty girl? Does Daddy have to put some more red marks on your bottom?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’ve been so bad! I’ve been playing with my pussy, thinking of you spanking my ass and fucking me!” Daddy pulled off his belt and handed it to my mother, and then he pulled down his trousers. His hardened, enormous cock was wet with pre-cum. “That’s it, Anna! We’re all gonna punish you now, you little slut!” Daddy began spanking me hard with his paddle. In between spankings, he rubbed my ass. My pussy became so wet, and I began playing with my swollen clit. Then, my mother began slapping me on the bottom with Daddy’s belt. They were both spanking me, and my brother was watching with a huge erection.

“OOOhhh, yeah, I’m so naughty! Spank me some more!” My brother stepped over internet casino to me, and removed his jeans. His cock, also, was wet with pre-cum. “Scott, lick Anna’s pussy while we spank her ass.” My brother began softly licking my throbbing clit. He slid his fingers into my soft, wet hole. I was in ecstasy, getting my tight little pussy eaten by my brother while Mommy and Daddy spanked my bottom. Daddy slit his cock in my wet hole. I felt like I could cum!

After my brother ate my pussy for a little while, he bent my mother over the bed, next to me, and slid his cock into her pussy, pulling her panties to the side. From right next to me, bent over the bed, my mother began rubbing my tits. Daddy began spanking me hard with his bare hand, and then he began spanking my mother!

“Scott, we have some sluts here. Both of them are naughty, and deserve to be punished!” My mother’s bottom, and mine, were getting very red. We were both moaning uncontrollably, getting fucked and spanked. My daddy pulled his cock out of my wet hole, and shot his load all over my red bottom, rubbing it into my tight asshole. My brother, then, began spanking my mother’s ass!

“Mom, I’m going to cum all over your hot ass, you naughty bitch!” He pulled his cock out and sprayed my mother with his huge load. I loved being naughty with my family!

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I’d come out here to the park to try to calm down. The slight wedge of a townhouse I’d rented on Savannah’s Lafayette Square was hardly big enough to turn around in, let alone pace in. It was essentially one continuous shot-gun room downstairs, a twelve by eight-foot foyer with a spiral staircase—entered from the street, followed by the “big” room, a twelve by fifteen-foot parlor, dominated by a period fireplace, followed by a twelve by twelve-foot dining room, and then the afterthought kitchen, added, probably a good 100 years after the house was first constructed.

Overhead was just the one bedroom, a bath that had taken over another small room, and the glorious sun porch perched on top of the kitchen afterthought. This porch looked down into a small, but exuberantly lush garden encroaching on a brick patio with a wrought-iron table at which I could sit and compose what my overzealous agent told my publisher were literary masterpieces even while she was telling me to “fix this garbage.”

The house’s one modern convenience, a Wi-Fi connection, had been the selling point when I’d been dickering from New York over a down-south rental. But once down here, I fell in love with the house; with Lafayette Square, one of the original squares in the first truly intentional urban design in the New World; and with Savannah itself. And it’s a good thing I loved the house, because I hid out in it for weeks at the beginning.

I didn’t want to love it; I wanted to take one look and go back to New York and tell Todd that he was wrong, that I hated it. That he was wrong about everything. But once here in Savannah, I had to admit he’d been right about this. And then I had to start reconsidering everything else he had to say.

“How about Savannah, Georgia, Mike?” he’d said. “I’ve always thought of you as the slow, easygoing Southern gentleman.”

It sounded nice, but I knew that, coming from the Jewish “I can git it for ya wholesale” Todd, it wasn’t really a compliment. And now that Todd was leaving me, I was dissecting everything he had to say since we’d driven out to the Hamptons—to see what the underlying dig was.

“You can live anywhere you want to,” he said. “You can take your work anywhere, and you’ve already socked away enough for a cushy retirement.”

Was that a dig, I wondered. I hadn’t been generous enough to him? That was why he could take all of this so calmly after thirteen years of living together? He hadn’t told me there was a problem with his allowance. I’d just found out there was a problem the hard way.

“And I don’t think you’ll want to live here in New York—at least for a while,” he said.

And I supposed he was right about that. I did have to get away from New York—at least for a while—after what had happened. All of the mutual friends we had, standing around, not knowing quite what to say to me—whispering among themselves their “poor Mike” comments. Most of them had never known either of us other than as a couple. No, Todd was right about that. I’d have to be out of New York until the memory of the two of us together had faded.

“Forget me,” Todd said. “You’ll find someone new in Savannah. I’m sure that will be a good place to get back into circulation.”

Yeah, right. As if I could ever forget Todd. And how could I get back into circulation. Thirty-five years old, over a decade of not even speculating about being with another man—which, when I’d tried that on Todd, he’d gone all amazed and speculated whether that even was possible. This only added to my frustration and sense of abandonment, because as closely as I could remember, it was utterly true. How could I just start up again—in Savannah or anywhere else?

In the end, I didn’t say good-bye. I couldn’t bear to say good-bye. I just got up off that uncomfortable chair beside Todd’s bed and walked out of the hospital. We both were moving away from the old and toward something else, something unknown to either of us after all of the years we had shared a bed and a life. Somehow I was sure that it would be tougher on me than on Todd. Even Todd had acknowledged that. But he’d smiled when he said it. The bastard.

So, here I was, sitting on a bench in the Lafayette Square Park five months later, my front door at my back, and facing the scene of the coming assignation, the Café Marquis, across the square from me, the cornflower blue of its outdoor café umbrellas shimmering in the light beyond the shaded square with its flower beds stuffed with dark purple seasonal flowers whose name I never could remember.

The first place I’d ventured to after moving here and hiding on my garden patio for a month with the excuse—very real, actually—of a tight deadline for my new novel manuscript was under those blue umbrellas in front of the Café Marquis. One late morning I had been stuck for just the right word and lost my concentration long enough to realize that I had rushed to the computer with an idea I’d awakened to without eating any breakfast. Since I was at a temporary impasse anyway, poker oyna I walked across the square.

I was in a bit of a funk because I was in a bit of a corner with my writing as well as stuck for a word—and also because I’d been in Savannah, where I was supposed to “get on with it,” for a month, and I hadn’t “gotten on with it.”

The first face I saw upon approaching the blue umbrellas was a smiling one, though, and that started to change my mood. The waiter was young and small of stature and delicate of facial features, a coffee and cream mulatto, as seemed so prevalent in this inexplicably French-flavored genteel southern coastal city that had somehow been tucked away out of sight during the industrial revolution. He introduced himself as Vallois, to be called Val, names that stuck with me even though I was pretty much a dunce at remembering names. And he introduced me to rich, dark-roast coffee and reintroduced me to flakey beignets that I hadn’t tasted since my last visit to New Orleans.

By the time I emerged from under the umbrella, I was content for the first time since I’d come to Savannah—and, perhaps more to the point, I’d surfaced the elusive word I’d been looking for and had devised how I was going to get out of the plot corner I’d painted myself into.

After that, the question of where I was going to breakfast every morning was settled—under the blue umbrellas of the Café Marquis and the attentive smile and service of the small mulatto, Vallois, “call me Val.”

After three months in Savannah, I couldn’t avoid the assignment Todd had set forth for me any longer. I was running out of excuses. I had finished and delivered the manuscript, and my agent had, unexpectedly, been delighted with it and suggested no changes. She sent it directly on to the publisher, and where I thought I’d be able to hide behind the need to rewrite for the agent, I suddenly had time on my hands.

I turned to the Wi-Fi capability and tried the Internet connection route. It was a stupid, naïve thing to do. I got several responses to my listing at the Internet gay male dating service, with at least four from the Savannah region.

I picked out the one most like Todd. I didn’t do this on purpose—although maybe at least subconsciously I did.

I was extremely nervous with this whole “scene,” so I insisted that we’d meet on my turf. I picked the Café Marquis—for breakfast. It couldn’t get any more in my comfort zone than this. If we hit it off, my house was just across the square. I hadn’t done any “on the first date” connecting for thirteen years. But then, I hadn’t had a date, hadn’t gone with anyone but Todd, for the same thirteen years. I had no idea what was expected these days. A whole generation of the gay “scene” had come and gone in the space of Todd’s and my exclusive relationship. I didn’t want to call it a marriage, but that was what it had been in every sense other than the legal one.

Of course the man who showed up, insisting that he indeed was Phil from the on-line gay male dating service, was nothing at all like either his picture or his profile. Couldn’t have been any farther away from Todd if he’d flown in from outer space. He was heavyset and loud and opinionated, and he talked a mile a minute. Poor Vallois. He fluttered around us, giving me the evil eye, signaling that it was ludicrous for me to be having breakfast with someone like this, let alone at the sedate and understated Café Marquis. I wasn’t sure whether he was protecting me or the café.

I appreciated Vallois’s concern, but it was wasted. I knew the minute Phil convinced me he was “the Phil,” but a different Phil than advertised, that we wouldn’t be walking across the square to my house together.

In the end, I excused myself from the table to go to the men’s room inside the restaurant, and with Vallois’s help, I escaped through the service door on Albercorn Street and doubled around to where I could slip back into my house on the square without being seen from under the blue umbrellas. Vallois later told me that Phil had rattled on for another twenty minutes, talking to himself, before realizing I wasn’t coming back to the table.

That put me in a panic, and, although I shouldn’t have, I made a date with another man from the dating service almost immediately. He’d been pretty far down the list as my second choice. He’d been less than forthcoming on his profile, and although he looked squared away enough in his photo, there was something just a little off, a little dangerous looking about him even in the photo. Maybe it was the tattooing around his neck, peeking out above his shirt collar in the photo, something I didn’t really notice until I checked back in the files after the debacle that was that date.

Once again we met at the Café Marquis. Once again Vallois was signaling me that this wasn’t right from the moment Clarence was riding up on his motorcycle, filling the quiet, genteel square with smoke and the rumble of an illegal muffler.

Gone were the ivy league shirt canlı poker oyna and khakis of his photograph, replaced with something in shinier black leather. Now it was quite clear that he was tattooed from his neck down and his wrists up.

He told me in no uncertain terms that he liked what he saw in me—unfortunately. And I made the mistake of letting him know my house was just across the square.

In my anxiety to “get on with it,” I ignored my instincts—and Vallois’s frantic signaling, and I let Clarence hustle me across the square—where we made it no farther than the foyer, where he efficiently stripped me down and fucked me on the spiral staircase.

He apparently hadn’t read the part in my profile that stated that I preferred the top.

Needy slut that I was, though, I went with the fuck. I actually found his full-body, full-color tattooing arousing. And I hadn’t had sex in months. After being fucked was a foregone conclusion, with him bending me over the stair banister and fucking me from behind with a stubby, but thick cock, I sank down to the stair treads, and he turned his belly to me and worked up his cock with my mouth and hands until he had recharged, and then I spread my thighs and raised my pelvis to him and ran my hands and tongue along the curves of the tattooing on his chest as he fucked me hard to a mutual release.

He left me exhausted and panting—and strangely relieved and satisfied—in a heap on the stairs. I would have had no regrets, really, about that encounter, if he hadn’t taken my laptop as a souvenir.

That had cured me of the on-line dating service approach—even if I didn’t have to take some time and hassle in replacing my laptop—including a declaration for the dating service that they’d never had such a man in their files. But it had given me impetus to be a little bolder in my seeking of a new life. Clarence’s fuck may have been run-of-the-mill for him, but it had been exotic for me and had aroused me in ways I never would have suspected I could be aroused. I was amazed to find that I even loved having a man’s cock up my channel. That had never happened with Todd.

Looking back on my “marriage” to Todd, I could see that we had fallen into a very vanilla relationship. I began to feel a little less betrayed by the circumstances that had split us apart. Todd was probably right. It was our time to part anyway.

It was Val—I started calling him Val now, as I finally owned up about my preferences to him, so we were “no secrets” friends now, or so I thought—who came to my rescue at that point. It took me a couple of more weeks after the Clarence incident to build up the courage to go back to the Café Marquis for breakfast. I could see now that my behavior had been far too obvious. And I was embarrassed.

But the Café Marquis made the best dark, strong coffee and beignets I’d had, and there came a morning when I was starting my new novel that I got stuck for just the right word and realized I was painting myself into a plot corner—and woke up to the fact that it was late morning and I hadn’t had breakfast yet. And, without thinking, I strolled across Lafayette square, drawn by the blue umbrellas in front of the Café Marquis.

Vallois was there, as always. Smiling his welcome smile, as always. Greeting me in hushed tones, not a hint of smirk on his face.

But this morning, unlike any other, after he had served me my coffee and beignets, he sat down in the chair beside mine at the table under the blue umbrella.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“What?” I asked in surprise. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“That you can’t find what you’re looking for. You are looking for a man, aren’t you? A man to love. A man to be a lover to.”

I was flustered and I couldn’t answer, but it was in not answering, not standing up indignantly and walking away right there and then, that Val knew everything he needed to know about me.

“That Phil guy told me how you connected. I looked you up on that Web site. It’s OK. You aren’t the only man doing this. I’m looking for a man too,” Val whispered. “A man to love me. We’re all looking for something.”

“But I’m so . . . so ashamed,” I said. Not knowing until now that this was why I had shied away from the Café Marquis.

“Ashamed?”

I might as well say it, I thought, now that I realized it. “You saw that guy, that last guy I met here. The biker. I’m ashamed because I let him take me home—and I enjoyed it.”

Val laughed. Then he looked stricken and apologized profusely.

“I’m . . . I’m not really like that,” I said. “I’m not.” I was trying a bit too hard—to convince myself, not just the waiter.

“You know what I think,” Val then said. “I think maybe you’ve been a bit too much ‘not like that.’ This is Savannah, honey. Live a little.”

I felt sheepish, and I knew I looked the part too.

“Say, I think I know what you need,” Val said. And then he stood up and fished around in his shirt pocket and took out a business card and laid it down on the internet casino table in front of me.

“Club One?” I said, looking at the card dumbly.

“Yes, hon, I think you need to let your hair down a little. You go to that club one night and see if you don’t get a whole new perspective on your life and on having fun. It’s at the corner of Jefferson and West Bay Streets. Just start walking toward the waterfront and listen for the beat of the drums.”

I took the card, but I didn’t do anything about it. I was scared to. That bout with Clarence the biker had frightened the spit out of me. Especially because I’d enjoyed it. Who knows what I’d unleash if I didn’t keep myself reigned in?

Each morning when I went to the Café Marquis, Val met me at the edge of the blue umbrellas with a smile on his face and an urn of steaming coffee in one hand and a basket of beignets in the other. And each time I sat down, he placed one of those Club One cards on my breakfast plate.

And I took each one, and as soon as I returned home, I dropped it in a brass plate on the bureau beside the front door like it was a hot poker. I was building up quite a collection of those cards on the bureau inside the front door.

That was until the day I got the letter from Paris. Nothing in writing, just a photograph in the envelope. Todd and Edward standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, all smiles, arm in arm. Todd had a walking cast on his calf. The break from his spill off the horse when we’d both been invited out to the Hamptons by Edward and Todd had tried to bluff himself into being an expert horseman had been really bad, I thought, for him to still have to wear a walking cast. Of course the date on the postcard was almost two months old. It had been redirected from New York.

Edward had been mortified about Todd’s accident, and Todd had simpered as only Todd can. Edward had found Todd’s simpering precious—and, I would suppose, arousing. I had found Edward fucking Todd in the bed in that private hospital Edward had insisted he go to for convalescence. And everything had gone downhill from there. Edward was richer than I was, which, I guess was the bottom line for Todd.

I turned the picture over to what the exuberant underlining and exclamation point told me was the breathy written comment, “He proposed at the top of the Eiffel Tower.”

And one of them—it must have been Todd, as it would have been Edward’s place to propose—had seen fit to send me the photograph. Me. Good old stuffy, dull Mike.

That night I dressed carefully and closed the door to my house on Lafayette Square behind me with a solid click and turned to the right on East Harris and walked slowly west, crossing Madison Square and half way across Pulaski Square. And then I turned north, walking through Orleans Square and Telfair Square and what would have been Ellis Square if they hadn’t leveled that, back when historical preservation was an unknown term, and made a parking garage there. It was being made back into something like a square now, but I bypassed the construction there, and moved on toward where Bay met Jefferson. I didn’t have a Club One card with me. I didn’t need it. The location had been burned into my brain—and, besides, by the time I reached where Ellis Square once was, I could hear the rhythmic beat of the drums.

Club One was a real eye-opener. I had my choice of sins. Val had specifically mentioned the Cabaret one morning, though, so that’s where I set my sights.

It was a transvestite extravaganza. I’d seen nothing like it before. I’d had to give my name to the host at the door, and there were several couples—mostly men—waiting ahead of me, but the host took me ahead of all of them and led me to a table right down near the dance floor. The other tables climbed in rows of occupied banquettes behind me—all in a red leather—or, more likely vinyl.

I didn’t have to ask for a drink. The host had snapped his fingers, and a topless male waiter—all muscle and hunk—met us at the table with a bottle of good, chilled champagne and two flouts at precisely the moment we got there.

As soon as the lights went down and the music started up and the beautiful women started sliding out onto the stage, I was lost in the show. They were fantastic. Some were celebrities and some were in a class all of their own. All of them were dressed to the nines and prancing on stiletto heels and mouthing the words of the songs in perfect synchronization to the original songstresses—and all, I knew—but only because I’d read the billboards outside—were men.

Several of the performers were particularly good and alluring. One in particular, a small, cream-in-coffee colored Ertha Kitt look alike, showed particular interest in me whenever she wafted by in her routine and with the periodic parade of beauties—and I, in turn, thereby paid particular interest in her.

As the lights came up in the room at the end of what was a mesmerizing show, the performers fanned out into the audience, to the appreciation of the clientele.

The Ertha Kitt look alike folded “herself” into the booth where I was sitting and scooted over to me close. The topless waiter hunk materialized instantaneously and filled her flout with champagne.

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“Fuck!”

Brandon slumped back with a groan. “God damn, you know how to suck cock.”

Lonnie raised his head from Brandon’s lap and made a show of swallowing the remainder of Brandon’s load. “I love sucking you.”

“That fucking mouth of yours is gonna give me a fucking heart attack.”

Lonnie snickered, then planted a kiss on the end of Brandon’s cock. He let it fall and it slapped heavily against Brandon’s thigh, totally sated. Lonnie smiled, congratulating himself on a job well done. He planted a soft kiss on Brandon’s belly.

“C’mere,” Brandon growled. He grabbed Lonnie and pulled him forward. Lonnie straddled Brandon, planting his knees on each side of his hips. Oh, fuck yeah. Lonnie had never sat on Brandon like this before. He liked the view of the younger man sitting on his spent cock. He wondered briefly what it would feel like to have Lonnie ride him.

Brandon spit into his palm and grabbed Lonnie’s dick. He slid his hand up and down, twisting and turning, slow and steady. Brandon had done this enough over the past few days to know exactly how Lonnie liked it. Lonnie arched his back and braced his hands on Brandon’s thighs. Brandon’s other hand roamed up and down Lonnie’s tight little body. His tiny nipples were hard and pointy. Brandon wondered if Lonnie liked them played with. He reached up and pinched one of the little brown nubs. He flicked his thumb back and forth across it and Lonnie bucked up into his hand. ‘That answers that question,’ Brandon thought with a smirk.

“Brandon, oh god, Brandon,” Lonnie moaned. His whimpers and moans grew louder and higher pitched. His body went rigid and started to shake uncontrollably.

Brandon knew that he was about to shoot. Lonnie’s body was so responsive, so predictable, so in tune to his touch. When Lonnie was about to come, he shook so hard that Brandon thought he might just shake himself apart one of these times. He could make the boy come so easily with a lethal combination of twists, turns and tweaks. All from Brandon’s hand. Brandon wondered if Lonnie’s previous lovers did this for him, did it this good for him. He refused to think about them, touching Lonnie’s lithe and delicate body. The thought of anyone else’s hands on Lonnie pissed him off.

Brandon continued to stroke Lonnie’s cock steadily while he tweaked the boy’s nipple. He was about to lose it. Any second now…

Lonnie drew in a sharp gasp and thrust up into Brandon’s hand, fucking the slick fist. “Daddy, I’m coming!”

Pearly white strings of jizz spurted all over Brandon’s chest. It covered his stomach and spilled down his hand.

The release was clearly intense. Lonnie drew in deep gasps of air, his whole body shuddering and heaving. Brandon couldn’t help but chuckle and Lonnie laughed with him.

“Oh!” Lonnie grabbed Brandon’s wrist, stilling his hand with a hiss. Brandon still managed to swipe his hand up Lonnie’s dick once more, twisting around the head as he stroked up. “Oh god!” Lonnie cried out as his body convulsed. He yanked Brandon’s hand away from his raw, over-sensitive dick.

“Wow, you’re good at that,” he said with a happy sigh.

“Had a lot of practice, cupcake,” Brandon chuckled as he made a ‘jerk off’ motion with his messy fist.

Lonnie leaned down and kissed Brandon. “I like when you call me cupcake,” he whispered against the bigger man’s lips.

Brandon kissed Lonnie back until Lonnie pulled away to take a breath. Brandon was holding his spunky hand out, trying not to let it touch anywhere. Brandon looked at his hand and snickered. His cupcake had a cream center. Images of Twinkies ran through Brandon’s head. Nope, Lonnie was no Twinkie. He was definitely a cupcake. His cupcake.

Lonnie grabbed the slimy hand and brought it up to his mouth. He stared into Brandon’s eyes while he sucked and licked it until it was clean.

Brandon watched him with a wide-eyed lusty stare and that made Lonnie smirk with glee. Brandon may be confused about his sexuality, but there was no denying what made the man hot.

Lonnie let out a soft sigh, then happily snuggled against Brandon and laid his head down on the big man’s furry chest, not caring that he was laying in puddles of his own cooling spunk.

After a moment’s hesitation, Brandon’s arms slipped around him, holding him tight.

Brandon swallowed but didn’t speak. The feelings coursing through him were so confusing.

For the past five days, he had come to Lonnie every night. They shared dinner together, talking and laughing, getting to know each other more and more. Lonnie was so easy to talk to. Brandon told Lonnie personal things he didn’t normally share, even telling him details about his marriage and the subsequent failure. He found himself spilling out things he never even told Ben, like how humiliated he was by Ginny walking out on him, how he felt like a total failure. Even though their marriage was completely dysfunctional, it still bruised his ego.

They talked about his poker oyna mom and having to put her in a home when she got sick, and how hard it was to walk away and leave her there. He even told Lonnie about how he bawled like a baby as soon as he found himself alone in his truck. He never told a single soul about that. Lonnie had put his hand on Brandon’s and held it, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes.

They talked about his remodeling business and how it was struggling in the economy. They weren’t in danger of going under, but he really hoped the flip would bring them a new source of revenue. He had ten full-time employees to take care of.

It wasn’t just one way, Brandon unloading everything onto Lonnie. Lonnie also talked about growing up always feeling a little different. The white kids didn’t like him because he wasn’t white enough. The Asian kids didn’t like him because he didn’t speak Japanese and was too American. And not only did he not look like the other kids, but he also struggled with his sexuality for a long time. He grew up being called ‘sissy’ and then later ‘fag’. He came to terms with being gay in his late teens and came out to his mom after he graduated from high school, but he just couldn’t tell his dad. He loved his dad, but he always made him feel inadequate.

It was comforting to Brandon to be able to talk to someone about all of the bullshit floating around in his head.

It was also nice to just spend time with someone, kicking back, relaxing, talking about work and how their days went. Brandon had his own home, but it was empty and lonely. He had friends like Ben and Walker, but they had lives of their own. Was it pathetic that he’d rather spend time in an abandoned house with Lonnie and Ricky than his own home?

The nights would eventually lead to the two of them laying together on Lonnie’s mattress. That second night, Brandon brought him a new set of sheets to make it more comfortable.

Each time, Lonnie rocked Brandon’s world, giving him mind-blowing head like he never had in his life. Lonnie seemed very appreciative of the handjobs that Brandon gave him, always climaxing hard, his moans and whimpers shamelessly loud. And when Lonnie called him ‘daddy’… fuck, it made him so damn hot.

That word — “daddy” — seemed to naturally spill out of Lonnie’s mouth, like the spunk he sucked out of “big daddy’s” dick. Talk about a trigger. It let a man know that his boy knew who he belonged to. Brandon wondered if Lonnie knew what it did to him.

And last night, Brandon had even spent the night. After Lonnie gave him an amazing full-body massage, concentrating on the tight knots in his neck and shoulders, Brandon couldn’t have got up even if he wanted to. When Lonnie whispered a plea of “stay, please,” Brandon pulled him close and they slept, Brandon holding Lonnie in his arms through the night. It felt so right spooned up against the little man. Lonnie had fallen asleep right away, and he looked so angelic laying on his hands folded under his cheek. Brandon surrounded him and protected him with his big warm body, holding his smooth and lean body against his softer and hairier bulk.

Brandon now looked down at the young man laying on his chest. His heart was pounding in his chest, echoing in his ears. He was relaxed but stressed out at the same time. His body wanted to lay like this forever, let someone take care of him, make him feel good, take the stress away. His mind wanted him to run, fast and hard and not look back.

“You’re amazing,” Lonnie whispered. He pressed his lips to Brandon’s chest, then sat up and kissed Brandon’s lips again, this time harder. He opened his mouth and let his tongue tickle the bigger man’s lips. Brandon opened up and stroked his tongue against Lonnie’s.

Their kisses quickly turned heated, passionate beyond anything they had done before. Brandon held tight onto Lonnie, and rolled them over so that Lonnie was underneath him.

Lonnie’s legs spread automatically as Brandon moved on top of him, cradling the big man between his thighs. Brandon covered his smaller body completely, making him feel really safe and protected for the first time in a long time. He knew that Brandon was a good man, despite that outward attitude he used to keep people at bay. If he could just break through that shell, they could be so good together. He just knew it.

With a groan, Brandon kissed Lonnie. Lonnie poured all of his emotions into the kiss, letting the big mountain of a man ravish his mouth. He could feel Brandon’s cock coming back to life as it pressed beneath his balls, its full ten inches nudging into his crack as if it was drawn towards his target. Lonnie’s hole twitched in anticipation and Lonnie whimpered into Brandon’s mouth.

Brandon pulled off Lonnie’s lips and kissed a trail down his jawline to his neck. He licked and sucked at Lonnie’s neck, his whiskers rubbing the skin red, his mouth pulling blood to the surface, boldly marking him. His calloused hands canlı poker oyna caressed the baby soft skin of Lonnie’s body, making Lonnie tremble underneath him, making Lonnie whimper and moan. Brandon loved the power he had over the boy.

Brandon’s beard rubbed against Lonnie’s skin, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine directly to his groin. “Feels so good,” Lonnie whimpered, arching his head back to give Brandon more access to his neck, while also pressing his aching dick against Brandon’s furry goodness.

Brandon growled while rubbing and kissing Lonnie’s neck and shoulders. “Yeah, cupcake. You feel so fucking good.”

Lonnie’s body bucked underneath Brandon’s. He was so big and heavy, his hairy bulk pushing him down into the mattress. His huge cock pressed harder underneath Lonnie’s ball sack. Lonnie’s groin contracted and his hole twitched again in anticipation. He couldn’t think straight. He knew damn well that it was not a good idea to go all the way with Brandon. He tended to become too emotionally involved with people he had sex with. He would just have to deal with that later. All he knew was that he needed Brandon inside him right now, more than he ever needed anyone or anything in the world.

“Fuck me,” Lonnie groaned. “Fuck me, big daddy.”

Lonnie slapped his hand to the edge of the mattress. He felt around until he found what he was looking for. He pulled back a near full tube of gel and pushed it into Brandon’s hand. “Please, Brandon. I need you. I need you inside me.”

Brandon was operating on autopilot, not giving a second thought to what he was about to do, or the line that he was about to cross. The sound of Lonnie’s needy voice was just too much. Holy mother of god, he was actually begging to be fucked! Brandon squeezed the slippery gel onto his fingers and smeared them into the crack of Lonnie’s ass. He grabbed his cock and started to push up onto his knees, but Lonnie grabbed his wrist.

“You need to stretch me out first,” Lonnie said.

“Oh. Yeah. Right. Sorry.”

Brandon pushed a slick finger into the boy, then slid in another when Lonnie begged for it.

“Like that?” Brandon asked, hoping that he was doing it right. He didn’t want to hurt him, but right now he didn’t have the patience for long, drawn out foreplay. He wanted to fuck. Lonnie’s ringed muscle throbbed around Brandon’s fingers, squeezing him so tight it felt like his hole was trying to snap his fingers off. Brandon’s mind had a single purpose: to bury his fat cock inside that hole, to feel it squeeze and throb around him. There were no other thoughts, no other priorities.

“Yes,” Lonnie groaned. His hands fisted the sheets, gripping them with tight knuckles. “More.”

Brandon pushed in three thick fingers. He pumped and turned, twisted and scissored. He watched in amazement at Lonnie’s reactions. The little guy was clearly loving what Brandon was doing to him. He bucked his hips up into the air, then backed his ass up against Brandon’s fingers. He wanted to get fucked. Well, god damn it, his ass was going to get fucked.

“God, Brandon. That’s enough. I need you inside me. Oh, god, I need you so bad.”

Brandon hesitated for a second. He needed Lonnie to know about the test before things went further. “I got tested… I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

A silent acknowledgement passed between the two of them.

Lonnie turned over onto his hands and knees, presenting himself to Brandon.

Brandon squeezed more gel into his hand and coated his cock. Brandon moved up behind him and used his meaty paws to spread the cheeks of the smaller man’s ass. His little brown pucker winked at him and Brandon’s cock jerked in response. His ass looked so small, he wasn’t sure Lonnie would be able to take him. But he sure as hell was gonna try. He lined the tip of his cock up to its shiny target, and with a push, the head slid into Lonnie.

Lonnie hissed in pain as Brandon breached his muscled ring. He had never had a cock so big. As Brandon pushed in, Lonnie pushed out, easing his entry. Brandon gripped his hips with his big, rough hands, making sure he couldn’t get away, not that Lonnie was going anywhere. Lonnie breathed slow and deep and willed himself to relax through the burn. He wanted this. No way was he going to back out now. The spasming slowed and his sphincter relaxed and opened up for his man.

Yes, he thought of Brandon as his. This morning when he woke in Brandon’s arms, with the big man’s warm body spooned behind him, he knew. He was beyond falling hard and fast for the man. And with Brandon inside him now, he knew it was too late. He was already there.

When Brandon felt Lonnie’s body opening for him, he pushed forward, sliding in deeper and deeper. Once he was buried completely inside the boy, he held still. His ass felt so damned tight, so hot, so soft. If he moved he knew that he would come and it would be all over before it started.

Brandon kneaded and squeezed the round internet casino cheeks of Lonnie’s perfect ass. He spread them with his thumbs and looked where their bodies were connected. Brandon knew he was hung like a horse, but he just couldn’t believe how the tiny little hole stretched out for his girth. The dark auburn bush surrounding his cock spilled thickly onto Lonnie’s smooth and pale cheeks, providing a sharp contrast in color. His low-hanging nuts rested against Lonnie’s tightened sack. Brandon didn’t have to reach down and feel between Lonnie’s legs to know that Lonnie was rock hard and dripping.

“Move, Brandon. Please.”

Brandon gripped Lonnie’s hips and slowly pulled back until the ridge of his crown broke free of the tight muscle. He gently pushed forward until he was once again buried completely. When Lonnie moaned and pushed his ass back against him, he pulled back and snapped forward once again. He began moving faster and faster, building up speed and intensity.

“Shit,” he grunted. “Tighter than fuck…”

Lonnie panted as Brandon slammed into him. His dick was hard as a steel, pressed against his belly, dripping pre-come onto the mattress beneath him. Then Brandon moved and hit his sweet spot.

“Yes! Right there! Oh god!” he cried out as stars danced in front of his eyes and waves of pleasure soared up his spine.

“There? Like that?” Brandon accented each word with a snap of his hips.

When Lonnie cried out in ecstasy, Brandon made sure he hit the spot over and over. Their skin slapped against each other, the sounds loudly echoing throughout the empty room.

“Oh my god,” Lonnie moaned as he pushed back against Brandon.

“Fuck yeah, back that ass up on my cock, boy.”

Lonnie’s breathing hitched and he started to tremble.

Brandon usually preferred doggy style when he fucked, but this time he wanted to see Lonnie’s face. He pulled back and flipped Lonnie over onto his back. Before the boy could protest, he grabbed Lonnie’s legs and pushed them towards his chest. He slid forward on his knees and sank into him, all the way to the root in one push. He leaned down onto his hands, hovering over Lonnie.

Lonnie looked up at him in wonder, bringing his hands up to Brandon’s chest. He scratched his fingers through Brandon’s thick pelt of chest hair. His brown eyes silently pleaded. He wrapped his legs around Brandon’s hips and arched upwards.

Brandon couldn’t look away from Lonnie. He slammed his hips forward, in and out, up and down, around and round. Hard and fast, slow and easy. When he found Lonnie’s g-spot, he made sure to hit it over and over. Lonnie’s body was writhing beneath him. He arched his back up and slumped back down onto the bed over and over, his breathing was quick and shallow.

“Fuck me, daddy,” he whispered. “So good, so good…”

Lonnie’s words inflamed Brandon’s desire. Every time he called him ‘daddy’, his cock swelled and throbbed. Brandon couldn’t believe how tight Lonnie’s ass was. His tunnel milked his cock, bathing it in silky soft heat. And the way Lonnie was responding… Christ. Brandon never had someone respond to him this way before. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as Brandon was, maybe even more. Soft little high-pitched whimpers and moans spilled from his lips, turning Brandon’s crank even harder. He wondered for a second if he was faking it like his ex-wife. He looked down between their bodies and saw the evidence of Lonnie’s arousal. His dick was hard and swollen, deep purple and sopping wet with need, his ball sack already drawn up tight. With every snap of Brandon’s hips, every thrust across his prostate, Lonnie’s dick throbbed, oozing pre-come all over his belly.

“Harder, daddy.”

Jesus! Brandon looked back at Lonnie and became lost in the emotions on his face. He thrust without abandon, slamming into his boy’s ass like a jackhammer. He could hear himself grunting like an animal, but he couldn’t help it. He was giving it to Lonnie as hard as he could, pounding him straight into the mattress. And Lonnie took it all, everything Brandon dished out, pushing back against his body, pressing his aching dick into Brandon’s soft furry belly, clawing against his back and sides, whimpering and begging for more.

Lonnie’s body suddenly went rigid. His toes curled and he dug his heels into Brandon’s thrusting ass. He moaned wantonly, digging the fingers of both of his hands into Brandon’s back. “Daddy,” he gasped.

Brandon could feel Lonnie’s whole body shaking uncontrollably. Brandon’s eyes widened. Was Lonnie about to come? Lonnie’s mouth then fell open in a silent scream and his back arched up hard and swift.

Brandon gasped as his cock was gripped in what felt like a vise grip. Lonnie’s ass muscles began contracting around him and Brandon felt bursts of hot liquid between their bodies. He lifted up and looked down at Lonnie’s cock, and watched it spurt jets of come onto his sucked-in belly.

Holy fucking shit. He had fucked the come right out of Lonnie. The knowledge that he had given the boy the ultimate pleasure, that he had fucked him so good that he had come without even so much as a touch… it was just too much.

“Lonnie, I’m–! Oh, Jesus, fuck!”

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Yes, another chapter. I will finish this one this year! And of course, I’ll most likely post other stuff as well…

-LadyDaisyDA

***

Eve was feeling awful. She didn’t want to lose the woman she loved but it seemed like that was going to happen. Several hours of crying later, she realized Melody might not be far out.

“Where are you rushing off to, young lady?” Eve’s father called after her.

“I’m going to look for Melody!” Might as well be honest with him. If everything worked out, she might not even come back.

Carrying Melody’s things and a few of her own, she went on the horse a few miles into town. There was a stagecoach stop, and a tavern near it, so she stopped in there.

“Hey there, you’re the Chambers girl, aren’t you?” the bartender asked, noticing her.

“I am. Was there a Melody… (she checked in Melody’s things) Marron that passed through here?”

“Could have been. What did the lady look like?”

Eve stopped and went into a whole loving description, like one might do for a piece of art. “She has brown hair… blue eyes. She’s slim, and puts out one side to the other when she walks. poker oyna Her laugh is perfect, just at the pitch to be admirable. And when she looks at you, you can tell if she dislikes you… or if she’ll love you forever.” Eve started blushing, she had not meant to go on so long.

“Brown hair, blue eyes, slim? Yeah, she came through. She took the last stagecoach to Dallas. The next one leaves early tomorrow.” Oh, well. A few coins for the inn wouldn’t set her back, but she wondered about a large city. Could she find her love?

A woman about a generation older than Eve came up to her. “Pardon me, miss. I’m going on the stagecoach as well. Would you like to travel together? You can stay in my room.” The woman seemed rather intent, so Eve agreed.

There was only one bed in the room, so the two women were sleeping together. Eve put on a gown, but her companion stripped off all her clothes and got into bed with her. She could tell she was a polite woman, so she doubted she would be aggressive.

Still, it was rather awkward sleeping next to her. Eve noticed she was avoiding any physical content. Eve was as well, her hand went to her pussy a few canlı poker oyna times, but didn’t start outright masturbating. She wondered if her new friend was doing the same, and if there was a connection between them. Eventually, the two of them drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the two were on the stagecoach. They were told they likely would get to Dallas before nightfall. There had been nothing other than plain land for miles. It was just them inside, so they began conversation. Eve admitted she was interested in women, though she wasn’t sure where it would go.

“I am too.”

“Yeah. Right.”

“It’s been a while since I had fun with a woman. Well, a lot longer than when I was with a man. Lord knows where he is, and our child, for that matter.”

Was this really going to happen? She didn’t know if she was ever going to see Melody again. She didn’t even know the woman’s name, and it might as well stay that way.

Giggling, Eve said “Let’s do it then!”

“Oh dear, I’d thought you’d never ask…” She spread her legs and Eve noticed her fairly hairy pussy. She gave the woman a nice wet kids as she massaged the bush, internet casino trying to get at her clitoris. Apparently the husband was never able to get there, but Eve had it rather quickly. Still, she could sense the pleasure she was causing. Almost in a soft, tender way, she applied pressure with her mouth. Yes, indeed, her lips were on the woman’s vaginal lips and they both were huge fans of that.

They started hugging, Eve suddenly being caught in a big one, and were touching each other. Both flashed their breasts, hard to do as it was, and those were massaged too. Eve played with her friend’s breasts, and licked and kissed them. She sucked on each for a second.

The pair laid down on the one bench and rubbed their pussies together, which helped their sexual organs, every one ready for pleasure. This kept on until it went to outright scissoring, perhaps the best. Well, the woman was good, but Melody’s scissoring was of course the best. She was sure Melody was the best at everything. Eve had been told that she was the best, even with as many partners Melody had previously. She stopped thinking about it, just as they both orgasmed.

Many hours of sex later, the stagecoach stopped in the city. The sex partners stepped out and were at a bit of an awkward moment as nome of them kbew what to say. They offered a simple goodbye and set off on their paths.

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The familiar, ominous image materializes before him of a narrow track in the woods opening toward him from a convergence of stark, bare-branched trees in the distance with a swirl of choking ground mist. Derek feels his heart racing and the essences inside him rising as, from the far end of the track, where the trees converge, the whirling figures form—white and muscular—and start pounding toward him. The figures solidify, separate, and take on the visage of stallions—magnificent, pure-white beasts—pounding toward him, coming closer and closer. Two of them. As they soar toward him, hooves barely touching the ground, black smudges above the stallions begin to form into riders. The gleam of whirling steel overhead.

The stallions peel off in both directions as they roar past him on either side. His body jerks and lurches from the centrifugal force of their passing, and . . .

. . . his hands clutched to the sides of Michel, saddled on and riding his cock. He arched his back up from the bed and cried out as he ejaculated deep inside the Frenchman’s passage. Michel fell off to the side of Derek, stretched along his body, moved a thigh over Derek’s, and searched for and found Derek’s lips with his.

As they cooled down, Michel whispered, “You cried out at the climax. Something like ‘They’re coming.’ Is that what you exclaimed? What were you thinking? What did you see? You were looking intensely at the ceiling. And I’ve never known you to writhe like that—to come that much—before.”

“Horses. White stallions. They were magnificent and monstrous at the same time. They were going to run me down. The expressions on their face were a mixture of malevolence and sheer terror. And then I came, and they had passed by me.”

“Ah, la petite mort. Oo la la.” Michel smiled, kissed Derek on the lips again, and gave him a smile when he’d pulled away.

“La what?” Derek asked. “It wasn’t funny. It was . . . frightful.” Derek’s irritation showed in his voice.

“La petite mort. A little death. In France we equate it with orgasm. As close to a glorious death as one can get, we say. And the white horses. They are associated with death too. You must have had a special ejaculation.”

“Yes, I did,” Derek answered. But his voice was a bit distant. He was thinking of something else, something more sinister in relation to the white horses. He had another idea why they had intruded into this last fuck with Michel.

“Just the horses?” Michel asked. “No riders . . . dressed in black? Swinging swords? That would be a different matter altogether.”

Not wanting to answer or for Michel to see the expression on his face, Derek looked beyond the French doors of his father’s hunting lodge. As if on cue, the figures appeared in the distance, at the opening of the tree line, where the drive from the lodge entered the forest. Two white horses. Stallions. Both with black-clad riders. The two men his father employed to handle worker disputes at his factories.

The hoofbeats of the horses as they raced for the lodge hammered in Derek’s brain. Michel didn’t seem to be able to hear them. But they were so loud in Derek’s head that he couldn’t understand why Michel remained oblivious—still taking and giving pleasure with his hand roaming on Derek’s naked body.

He looked into the handsome face of his French lover in panic. Michel’s return look was only one of satiated lust and complete devotion. To avoid frightening Michel until the very last moment of inevitability, Derek grabbed the sides of the Frenchmen’s curly haired head and pulled their faces together for a passionate, hungry kiss. One last kiss.

The men were at the door in the lodge’s great room beyond, and then forcing their way in, reaching for a now-shocked and struggling Michel.

* * * *

Derek Hoffman first saw Michel poker oyna Picault standing with one foot on a bench and the other one on a table top in a biergarten at the foot of the cobblestone street from the university that also surrounded the base of the castle. His high tenor was floating out over the chorus that surrounded him in singing the rousing drinking songs of the university. He didn’t appear to have a care in the world, and there didn’t appear to be a reason why he should.

He was a gorgeous young man—just having arrived at the university when Derek was near time of leaving and sinking into the staid, but dull, life of his father’s manufacturing empire. Derek already had been engaged—in absentia, by his father—to the daughter of a rival business prince. Watching the boisterous, full-of-life Michel leading the drinking songs made him reconsider having dutifully fallen into plodding along to the fate his father had carved out for him. Michel was small and slim of stature, all smiles and bravado that belied his small stature, and dark and sultry, a man of the Mediterranean south. He was dressed in silks elegantly enough, if not up to Derek’s father’s standards. That he was not up to Derek’s father’s standards weighed heavily in Derek being drawn to him.

Derek had dabbled in man love before—usually in small, otherwise hidden rebellions to the demands from his father—as, indeed, had nearly all at the university, where students were expected to unfurl their wings and curiosity for a short time before settling down to responsibility and mind-numbing mediocrity. There was nothing deemed unmanly in letting a man fellate you or even allowing you to pin his buttocks to a mattress in mere mechanical release, all being explained away by a deeper explorations of the meanings and workings of Greek philosophy.

But Michel was like a beckoning flame, a soaring phoenix—almost literally that night, as he rose up from the table top, his voice and beer stein held higher than all the rest—and Derek instantaneously had the desire to rise to the heights with him, if only for one more brief burst into the sun before joining his father’s life and plan for his future existence in the senior Hoffman’s “exciting” ball bearing factory world.

Whatever the appeal of Michel, representing a world that Derek was about to lose forever, he was mercurial, charismatic, attracted to Derek’s blond, muscular good looks, highly experienced in lying under and fellating a man, malleable, and willing. And that night he was drunk when Derek followed behind him as he staggered out of the biergarten, caught up with him as he struggled up the steep and narrow cobblestone street toward the university grounds, pulled him into an alley and up against a stone wall, and fucked him hard and deep.

Michel laughed, spread his arms and pressed them against the slimy and grimy stone wall of the alley, as he jutted his buttocks back, into Derek’s pelvis. There was no struggle. Just burning need and quick acceptance, as Derek unbuckled, first Michel, and then himself. Michel turned his head, his lips finding Derek’s, as he jerked a bit and moaned deeply at the penetration and then full, pumping possession.

For Derek, it was an act of desperation, an attempt to both reject the world he inevitably was sinking into and to steal from Michel and share the blazing light that made the young French student’s seemingly carefree and heinous world so glittering. For Michel, it was just another encounter of being ridden hard with a man’s dick inside him—of being wanted so badly that the man took what Michel was more than willing to give.

So steeped in Michel’s light was Derek that he wanted to prolong the experience as long as possible, and when he asked Michel to come back to his university lodgings with him, Michel readily agreed. canlı poker oyna Once there, Michel could clearly see that Derek’s lodging circumstances were so much more desirable than Michel’s were and Derek’s attentions were flattering and satisfying enough that Michel remained in Derek’s rooms and in his bed for the rest of the university term.

Derek’s father didn’t learn of Derek’s definite turn toward men—and one man, in particular—until the end of the term, when Derek returned to the fold and moved Michel to the family’s Black Forest hunting lodge. The lodge was in use by his father only during hunting season, so even then Derek’s father only was keyed into the waywardness of the son because of Derek’s unseasonal visits to the forest and his increasingly somewhat rebellious and nonpliable attitudes on the match that had been set up for Derek and on how privileged he was to be entering the world of ball bearings.

In these brief months, Derek couldn’t get enough of the enticing and malleable young man, who met him at the door of the hunting lodge laughing, naked, and in maddening erection even as Derek dismounted from his horse only to be mounting Michel’s ass moments later on the bed, or over the arm of a chair, on the dining table, or on the rug in front of the fireplace. Is was a fairytale life, but like all fairytales, it proved to be mere illusion when confronted with the reality of necessity.

Suspicions raised, researched by the dark-side assistants riding into the forests on their white stallions, and confirmed as worse than anticipated, the father cornered Derek and issued certain demands and conditions.

That Derek caved was evidenced by his actions the day he saw the approaching white stallions both in imagination while Michel was riding his cock on feathered bed and in fact through the French doors of the hunting lodge bed chamber overlooking the drive into the meadow hosting the venue of the illicit assignation.

The beat of the legs of the galloping stallions matched the rushing rise and fall of the luscious small French student’s channel on Derek’s cock, as Derek clutched the young man’s sides and Michel bounced up and down on his German lover’s cock, burying the palms of his hands into Derek’s nipples and moaning the thickness, length, and throbbing of Derek’s staff in his orgiastic death throes, knowing—regretting—that this was the end for them.

Thus, when Michel interpreted the horses of Derek’s imaginations as la petite mort, the figurative death of an explosive orgasms, Derek’s interpretation, punctuated by a flinging wide of the hunting lodge’s doors was much more down to earth and couched in reality.

* * * *

Derek’s eyes misted over as they were prone to do in his last days and the recurring image of the white stallions galloping at him from the convergence line of the narrow forest track was before him again. The image had recurred periodically throughout his long, dull life, at times the only thing that set his heart racing and his emotions jangling on what could have been if he’d made other choices. It had been a comfortable life, and how so he had come to despise that word—Gemütlichkeit—comfort. Smug mediocrity. The goal of his father. The goal he’d let his father impose on him.

And what was the outcome? He had been gemütlich—so comfortable that it had numbed and smothered him. It still was smothering him. He would died of suffocation from it. One thing was clear—he would soon die. His father couldn’t buy his son’s destiny from that, just as his father hadn’t been able to accumulate enough, been dull enough, to build a barrier against his own death.

Derek had to go back fifty years for any sense of when he’d actually been alive, happy, fulfilled. And when he thought on this time—the brief time with Michel—was when the internet casino dreams of the white stallions came to him.

The dreams had changed, though. They were becoming more ominous. The expression of the stallions’ faces—their snorted tufts of breath, the foaming at the mouths, the wild, malevolent blazing of their eyes—became more pronounced as they reached him and parted on each side, with each succeeding dream seeming to come closer to him as the brushed by. And over the last year—since he had received a death sentence—the black-clad figures astride the stallions were forming greater substance with each succeeding imagining. The men in black. Swinging shining swords, swishing them ever closer to his head as they roared past him.

With each passing day, he had regretted more the decisions he’d made early in life. That he’d chosen Gemütlichkeit. over Michel. That’s why, as he knew the end was drawing close, he’d drawn away from the life he had so readily allowed himself to be cowed to accept and had moved into the hunting lodge, banning all but the minimum number of day attendants from his presence. Choosing the memories of the closeness of the brief time with Michel over all he had chosen in selling out to his father’s world.

He thought he’d scream if just one more person asked him the going price of a ball bearing. Or he would die. Of course he was dying anyway.

“Michel. Never a word from him ever again. If he had really wanted me, he would . . .”

“Foul!”

Derek opens his eyes. A quick roll back to the past. He is on his back on the featherbed in the bedroom of the hunting lodge. Michel, not aged a day, his naked body gloriously the same, is saddled on his cock. He—Derek—is hard as a rock, and throbbing inside the tight, warm passage. He hasn’t been hard for a good ten years. The palms of Michel’s hands are pressed into Derek’s nipples, Michel is rocking his hips forward and back on Derek’s cock, forcing the staff to sink deeper into him.

Derek hears a deep moan. Only in echo does he realize the moan is his.

“Michel! Foul? What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You knew than what was happening. You know why I never contacted you again. You knew why those two black-clad men, riding up on their white stallions, meant. We’d just discussed it. They meant death. You knew what they came for; what they would do. You saw the death stallions that day. Whose death did you tell yourself they heralded? Not yours. Not your father’s. You had already sealed my fate when we last made love.”

“No, I never. I—”

“Shush. It’s all right. You have paid for it a thousand times over. You realized the dull life you tossed me away for. But you have suffered enough. You deserve one last orgasm. One last la petite mort.”

“One last—?”

“Shhh. feel my passage make love to your cock. Explode for me—give me your seed one last time. Do you hear them? Turn your head toward the meadow, the forest, where the lane enters the trees.”

Derek moans at the pleasure of the beautiful, ever-young Michel riding his cock, as he turns his eyes to look through the French doors and out into the world. The two white stallions burst forth from the forest opening, and eyes wild, mouths foaming, churning down the drive straight for him. The figures on their back, two men clad in black, swinging broadswords, completely materialized now.

Michel leans over and kisses Derek on the mouth. But, as his body arches up and he rises and falls ever faster on the cock, he pulls a pillow out from underneath Derek’s head, places it over Derek’s face, and presses down.

Even while fighting for breath and knowing he is being suffocated, Derek can still see, in his imagination, the onrushing white stallions, the swinging of the broadswords. They are upon him, charging through the walls of the hunting lodge as if they aren’t even there, swords swishing in the air. Blinding light shines off the descending blades of the swords as Derek ejaculates . . . one . . . last . . . time.

La petite mort.

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Just then Devante’s phone vibrated with a text coming in. Spencer stood up to see what it was and picked up Devante’s phone. Inside his head, Devante was cursing himself for not putting a lock on his phone, but before now he had never needed one.

Spencer almost dropped the phone when he read the message.

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After regaining his composure, Spencer put the phone back down and finished cleaning the dried up cum off his body. He then got back in bed and fell fast asleep.

Hearing Spencer start to snore, Devante couldn’t help but to rub one off after seeing his roommate in such bliss after his little wank session; but first, he had to see who in the world was texting him in the middle of the night.

So Devante turns over and grabs his phone. The first thing that he reads is the from line. “NEW MESSAGE: Theo” then his eyes almost popped out of his head when he read “I see I went too far with you last night when I jerked you off. Man I’m sorry. Please don’t be on that”

“Oh shit” he thought to himself. “This is not happening. Spencer did not just read that.”

Now with his anger building, and the mood ruined, he just turned over and called it a night.

The next morning, Devante woke up to a sleeping Spencer as usual. With this being their last day until the actual start to classes there wasn’t much planned.

Devante grabbed his shower stuff and headed down the hallway to sneak in a quick shower. When he walked in, standing in all his glory, was a naked Lance.

“Hey Devante” said Lance

“Damn, dude! Cover up” Devante said

“You’re sure one to talk” Lance chuckled

Both guys laughed it off as Lance continued to dry off and wrap his towel around his waste.

“Just for the record, you’ve never seen me naked, just those other two bozos!”

“That’s true. What do you guys have planned for today?”

“Nothing so far. Probably just sum video games or something.”

“Well you know over in the union they are having the clubs fair. I think yall should check that out!”

“Oh word? Aight, we just might slide through there.”

“Let me know what you think.” Lance said as he grabbed the rest of his stuff and left the showers. Devante took his time showering in no rush to head back to his room. When he did return, Spencer was already poker oyna awake and stirring.

“Hey man, why didn’t you wake me up this morning” asked Spencer.

“Huh” replied Devante rather confused.

“Were you just gonna let me sleep all day and waste our last day before classes started?”

“Oh… Uhm… I didn’t know you wanted me to wake you up.”

“It’s cool. Anyway, what’s the plan for today?”

“So we cool?” Devante asked blatantly.

“What you mean are we cool? We been living together almost a week and you just now trying to figure out if we cool?”

“Naw, I mean…” then he thought for a second about the fact that he pretended to be asleep when Spencer read the text message. “Nothing man. Anyway Lance just told me about this club fair that I think we should go to. We can checkout what kinda shit they got to do here when we not in class. Call Jeff up and see if he wants to go.”

Spencer called him and before he could hardly hang up the phone Jeff was there. They all finished getting dressed and headed out to grab food before the clubs fair.

Back at the dorm after spending about an hour at the clubs fair, all the guys were excited about all the stuff that they signed up for. Walking to their room Lance called out “Hey Guys!”

They stopped. “Hey Lance” Jeff said.

“Did you guys go to the club fair?”

“Yeah man, that’s where we’re coming from now” said Spencer.

“What did yall think”

“It was pretty dope!” Devante said. “We all must’ve signed up for at least 8 or 9 things.”

“Typical freshmen! Signing up for all these email list for things you’re never actually going to go to.”

“I’m going to da stuff I signed up for” Jeff shot back.

“Me too” said Devante. “I’m a great DJ so being on campus radio sounds like a pretty sweet gig to me!”

“What are yall up to right now?”

“Nothing” said Spencer.

“Yall wanna hang out in here? Yall are more than welcome.”

“Shit why not” Spencer agreed.

As the guys walked in, Jeff walked over the Lance’s refrigerator. “So what’s in here anyway?”

“Don’t open that!” screamed Lance.

Before he could finish his thought Jeff has it swinging open unveiling to the room his fully stocked booze bar.

“Hmmm mister… Are you 21?” challenged Spencer.

“Oh course canlı poker oyna I’m 21″ replied Lance hesitantly.

“Cut the bull dude! No you’re not and you know it!” said Devante.

“Damn, I guess that’s what I get for trying to be cool with my residents. Yall caught me, you happy?” Lance says frustratedly.

“Dude calm down. That’s pretty bad ass!” responded Spencer.

“Yeah, now we got a place to hang out and drink!” said Jeff.

“Damn, don’t talk so loud, and yall aint finna be in here drinking up all my beer.”

“Don’t worry dude, we’ll put in” stated Devante “or we could always just tell the dorm director…”

“Naw man, he just playing we wouldn’t do that to you. You too cool fa dat.” said Spencer.

After another two and a half hours of talking and joking, they all left to head to their rooms for bed.

Back in the room, both Spencer and Devante change for bed. Tonight, there was something a little strange. Instead of Spencer shedding his clothes freely like usual, tonight he made a point of turning his back against Devante.

After they were all stripped down, they both climbed in bed and Spencer dialed up his parents to tell them how his first few days of college life were going.

While he was on the phone, Devante got another text from Theo. “Dude, really?”

Unable to take it anymore, Devante responded “THEO! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

“I didn’t mean to fuck things up between us. I got carried away”

“Stop texting me”

“Come on man, please don’t be like that. You’re a cool dude!”

“And”

“Please can we just meet and talk about this?

After a brief hesitation Devante responds “Yeah, I guess. Wednesday @5 somewhere off campus. Pick me up outside of the library”

“I got you”

Devante didn’t respond. Instead he just slammed his phone down on his night stand and turned over.

“You ok over there?” Spencer asked. “Seems like you and your cell phone are having a little argument” he chuckled.

“Just finish talking to mommy” Devante said in a baby voice.

“For your information, we already hung up.”

“Well don’t think you finna talk to me!”

“That’s exactly what I’m finna do” Spencer said coming over and plopping down on Devante’s bed.

“Aye man, didn’t I tell you about all that naked shit… internet casino Especially sitting on my bed.”

“Get over it! You would probably be in a better mood if you weren’t all stuffed up in those boxers.” Spencer said as he quickly yanked Devante’s boxers off.

“Dude! What the fuck!”

“See, you’re feeling better already” as he threw Devante’s boxers across the room.

“Out of all the people in this world I could have roomed with, how did I get stuck with a nudist?” Devante said halfheartedly.

“Anyway, after you’re done thanking me cam we talk about tomorrow? I’m nervous. What if I’m not ready for college? What if I flunk? I don’t know, what if I get hit by a bus on the way to class?”

“Then good, that way I get to get a new roommate!”

“I’m being serious”

“So am I! Stop worrying. You’ll be fine. You’re only taking pre-reqs anyway. We’re all taking the same classes dude so we can help each other out.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! So can I go to sleep now? Unlike you, I have an 8am.”

“Dude, whatever. If you want me to go back to my bed so you can beat off, that’s all you had to say.”

“Fuck you! Dude I don’t need to beat off, I get all the pussy I want. Watch and you’ll see!”

Spencer starts laughing to himself

“What are you laughing at?”

“Oh… Nothing… I guess I’ll just have to wait and see” Spencer said with a doubtful undertone. “Well, unlike you I’m not too modest to talk about cuffing the carrot so please don’t disturb me.”

“Talk about what?” Devante asked confusedly

“Wanking… Beating off… you know MASTURBATING!”

“Dude what’s up with you, and talking about your dick, or taking your dick out, and touching my dick or trying to take off my boxers? Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Is there something you want to tell me Devante?” Spencer shot back.

“What are you talking about” Devante asked defensively, knowing very well that this was in reference to the text message from the other night.

“Just asking, that’s all.”

“I’m going to bed. Try not to drown yourself in cum over there.”

With that, Devante was fast to sleep leaving Spencer to cuff his carrot.

Tomorrow marked their first day of college and their first week of a new, and very unique, chapter in their lives.

———-

This is chapter 6 of College Roommates Meet. I hope you enjoyed.

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This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance. There is an incident of spanking and a couple with piss.

All characters are age eighteen or older.

For background please read previous chapters.

*****

I slept later than usual the morning after my mother had told me about her friends. Mom woke me when she had breakfast ready for me. She handed me a bathrobe and told me to come downstairs to eat. I felt content and relaxed.

I was still wearing my nightgown from the night before. Mom was too. Her robe was open and the shadows of her tits and pubes showed erotically through the gauzy material.

I was in the bathroom when I remembered what was in store for me that day. My contentment vanished.

I was to be put on display, shared as a sexual toy with two other women. Who knew what might come after that. My anguish returned. The feeling of contentment, the result of wonderful sex with Mom, had vanished. I felt tears well up in my eyes and angrily rubbed them away.

Far in the back corner of my mind the truth lurked. Such gratifying degradation.

I buried those thoughts, my mother was betraying me, but I must obey her. Then I remembered the day before. The exciting and satisfying sex we had engaged in. Incestuous, yes. Debauched, perhaps. That was a large part of the thrill.

My mind in a turmoil I went downstairs. One thing was paramount; I must obey her.

Mom served me a good breakfast. She sat opposite me with coffee and talked as I ate.

“This will be a big day for you, Andy. You must trust me. I love you and would not do anything to harm you. I have set some rules for the ladies to abide by. They have agreed to do so.

“Our guests will be arriving about ten. We’ll fix a salad and finger sandwiches for lunch. We can take care of that after you finish breakfast. Then we can shower and get ready.”

I finished breakfast and cleared the table. Mom made the sandwiches while I fixed the salad. We put the food in the refrigerator and set the table in the dining room for four. Apparently I was to be included.

We went upstairs to shower. Mom took my collar off so I could shave. As we washed each other I noticed that Mom’s clit was already enlarged. It appeared that she was anticipating hot times.

I knelt wanting to suck her. “Not yet, Andy. Later maybe,” she told me.

After drying Mom, then myself, Mom combed her hair. Next we picked out the outfit I was to wear. “I’ve been having a little problem trying to decide just how you should dress, Andy, but I think pantyhose and bra first.”

She meant, of course, crotchless panty hose. She opted for nude color. The bra she picked out was white, lacey and very feminine. As with all my bras it molded my chest into a small pair of breasts. She put a filmy white bed jacket on over it, but left it open.

She made me up next. Not completely. My eyes and eye brows; Rouge, too much I thought. Too much lipstick too, but no wig. She clipped on earrings and locked the collar around my neck.

In the mirror I looked a bit ridiculous. At least I thought so. Like a young girl playing at grown up. I asked Mom to let me wear a wig, but she refused. “You’re not to look like a girl, Andy. You’re to be a sissy boy.”

I waited for her as she carefully applied her own makeup. She used cosmetics sparingly, but to good effect. When done she looked like a pleasant matron. Mom had me roll black seamed nylons on to her legs. She chose a short filmy white nightie, the color matched my bed jacket. She did not put on panties or bra. She had me put heels on both of us.

“I think we’re ready,” she said. “We’ll go downstairs and get coffee ready for the girls.”

She got her small overnight bag from the closet, the one that contained her strap on and other toys. She handed it to me to carry. I followed her downstairs. Her broad ass swayed beneath the gauzy fabric of her nightie. I found it quite stimulating. It helped me forget my embarrassment at my costume.

We set up the coffee maker in the kitchen, but did not turn it on just yet. We organized the living room next. Three comfortable upholstered chairs were positioned around a circular coffee table. Off to one side was a recliner. Mom had me clear an area of the living room about ten feet by ten. She didn’t explain why. Last she got eight, or so, pillows from the closet and left them by the cleared area. She told me to put one of them next to the chair she would be sitting in.

A few minutes before ten. Mom turned on the coffee maker, opened the garage door and told me to set cup and saucers, sugar and cream on the coffee table. A plate of cookies too.

“You’ll be kneeling on the pillow next to me, Andy,” she instructed. “You are to look and act meek. You will obey all my commands without question. If I send you on an errand you are to return to the pillow as soon as you are done.

“If I tell you to go with one of the ladies you will do so. In that case you will do as she wishes. No poker oyna matter what it is.” She emphasized the last phrase. “She will be aware of what is not allowed. All else is.”

“Yes, Mom,”

“Well, kneel there. What are you waiting for?”

I knelt on the pillow as she directed.

Mom puttered about making sure everything was ready.

I heard a car door shut in the garage. Someone had arrived. There was a tap on the door from the kitchen to the garage and Bridget poked her head in. She entered followed by Myra.

Mom met them with hugs for both then kisses on the lips. The kisses lingered for a few moments.

“Come on in,” she told them. “Coffee’s ready.

“Andy, stand for the ladies and let them see you,” I stood, my cock exposed and half hard. “Turn around.” Mom commanded.

“You may serve the coffee now.” Despite the polite tone it was not a request.

The women sat in the chairs around the coffee table I poured for them with my cock hardening rapidly. I set the carafe on a pad then, as Mom had directed me, I returned to my pillow.

The women sipped their coffee and nibbled on cookies. Mom spoke first. “You both know my son Andy,” she said. “As I told you he has become my sissy boy. Panty boy might also be a good term for him since he likes to dress up as a girl.”

I could feel my whole body turning red with embarrassment.

“I have found him to be a quite interesting plaything, girls. I thought of you both when I found out how much fun he could be. We have been friends and lovers for quite a while now and because of our friendship I decided to share him with you.”

“Thank you, Alice,” Myra said, echoed closely by Bridget.

“Andy,” Mom said. “The ladies have a few things in their car. Please help them bring them in.”

“Yes, Mom,” I responded. I had been wondering if Mom had meant it when she said she found me to be fun. Even more, just how she meant it. I stood and waited for the ladies to go first.

The garage door was open. I closed it before exposing myself to the street. Myra pointed out two large bundles that seemed to be quilts, or pads of some sort. There were also two small suitcases.

I carried the bundles into the living room one at a time. Mom directed me to open them out, one on top of the other in the space she had me clear earlier.

The ladies threw the pillows onto the soft pads and set their suitcases next to it. They disrobed then, both stripping down to bra and panties. Like Mom both wore nylons and heels.

I watched the women with interest. Bridget was a large woman, big boned some would say. She was about 5′ 10″ and weighed about 170. She was not fat, just big. Her tits, hips and butt were all in proportion. She was slim-waisted for her size. I think that in her younger days she may have been a voluptuous beauty. The beauty was faded now and she seldom smiled. Her normal expression could be described as sour. At least in public. She was smiling now as she chatted with Mom and Myra.

Bridget was a pillar of the community. She was very active with charitable work and was a leader in her church. Her husband was one of the cities foremost lawyers and a member of the city council. They were quite well off.

I somehow had trouble thinking of such a large woman having a name like Bridget. It just seemed, to me, that Bridget would fit a small, slim woman better.

Myra, physically, was almost the opposite of Bridget. She was about 5′ 4″. She had a compact body. Her breasts were the size of small grapefruit, her butt and legs eye-catching and her face pleasant. She was the smallest of the three. And the most attractive.

She had been married twice. Both divorces had resulted in large settlements for her. She did not need to work since she had invested her divorce profits wisely.

Mom asked her friends if they had decided who was first. “Bridget won the draw,” Myra responded. “I hope she doesn’t use him up, I like the looks of his equipment.”

They all laughed. “Well, let’s have him warm us all up,” Mom said. “Come over here, Andy.”

I moved to the front of my mother and when she spread her meaty thighs I moved between them. Her clit was hard and erect. I sucked it between my lips and gave her clitcock a blow job.

She came loudly and intensely. Her legs clasped me and her hands twisted in my hair. She pushed me away when She had orgasmed a second time. “Crawl over to Bridget,” she instructed.

Bridget was waiting for me. She still had her panties on but she had pushed them aside to shove a couple of fingers into her vagina. I reached for the waistband and tugged it down over her hips. She lifted her ass to help me get them off.

She drew me to her pussy. It was hairy, like Mom’s, her labia were large and fleshy. They were parted slightly to show me the redness of her inner self. She was surprisingly gentle. She caressed my head as I savored her scent. Her musk was strong. It overlaid a natural scent that was sharp, but not unpleasant. Her nylon sheathed canlı poker oyna legs held me firmly, but did not squeeze. I tasted her and licked at the dewy droplets on her labia. She sighed softly and urged me on.

I licked her and sucked her and made her cum. Her juices flowed and coated my face in her fragrant nectar. Her clit was a hard nubbin that I sucked between my lips. It did not match Mom’s but few did.

Her hands held my head as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm. She pushed me back then. “Let’s save some for later,” she said.

I turned to Myra’s chair. She wasn’t there. She and Mom were on the pad together. Myra’s panties and bra were off and she and Mom were fingering each other’s pussies.

They saw me crawling toward them and separated. Myra shoved a pillow under her butt and splayed her legs lewdly. Mom held out a hand to Bridget who joined her on the mat.

Myra, too, had a full bush. But hers was slightly trimmed, the wilder parts. Her scent was sweeter than either Mom, or Bridget. Her taste was a sweet salty essence. Her clit, like Bridget’s, was of a normal size.

I buried my face in the folds of her wet cunt. My mother had started her juices flowing and she was hot and ready. She twisted her hands in my hair and I responded with passion. I licked and sucked and thrilled from the feel of her thighs clasping my head.

She rolled me over and sat on my face. She rubbed her pussy over me and came on my face. My tongue was deep into her tunnel and my nose rubbing her clit when she came again.

She moved back as the waves of her second orgasm subsided. “That was good, Andy,” she said. “You make a nice sissy boy. Your mother is very lucky.”

Mom and Bridget had their bags open and had laid out a number of vibrators. Both had a strap on belt too. I understood, now, why Mom had already had a strap on. It was obvious why she had seemed familiar with the equipment.

“Would you like him now?” Mom asked Bridget.

“Yes,” Bridget’s voice was husky.

I had returned to my pillow as Mom had instructed. My cock was hard and throbbing. It stood straight before me. I watched as Myra opened her bag. She too had a strap-on belt. She took out a butt plug next and squeezed lube on it. She turned to Mom and knelt presenting her ass. Mom pushed the butt plug into her and I heard a pleased gasp.

When she turned around again she was smiling. “Thank you, Alice,” she told Mom. They hugged each other and kissed hotly.

Bridget had stood and come to me. She held her hand out to me. I took it and stood. She led me onto the mat. She lay down and drew me with her. Hot kisses made her desire known. She pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her hot cunt. She was tight. She made a soft gasp when I entered her. But her hands on the cheeks of my ass pulled me into her.

She held me still letting her pussy enjoy the feeling of fullness. She loosened her grip and whispered, “Fuck me.”

I lasted as long as I could with her. But I was so hot that I came far sooner than I wanted to. Even so she had an intense orgasm as she pulled my face to her for wild wet kisses. I filled her cunt with my creamy cum and as I softened Mom pushed me out of the way and lay between Bridget’s thighs to suck my cum from her pussy.

Bridget gasped and held out a hand to Myra. Myra straddled her face and rubbed her pussy over Bridget’s face.

It got hotter from there. I was eating Myra’s pussy and Bridget was sitting on her face when I felt Mom putting lube on my ass. She slid the dildo into me, and thrust as her vibrator brought her to multiple orgasms. We were soon all cumming. My cum gushing from me onto the mat. The three ladies gasping as orgasms played music on their bodies.

Bridget and Myra took their turn at butt fucking me too. Both took me from behind. Myra as I ate Bridget’s pussy; then Bridget as I sucked at Mom’s clit.

My cum spurted onto the mat and Mom made me lie on my belly and lick it up. She pulled my pantyhose off my ass and spanked me as I licked at the slick white cum. She rubbed my face in it, not roughly, but decisively. She let the other two women take their turn at spanking my bare ass. The spankings weren’t hard, but they stung. I was crying before they were done. More from humiliation than pain. Sobbing as I sucked at the gobs of cum on the mat. I was devastated, Mom had told me she would only spank me as part of another purpose, I felt betrayed.

The little voice in the nether reaches of my mind said. Not betrayal, delicious humiliation. Lovely, sensual.

They took a break for lunch. I started a fresh pot of coffee and the ladies sat naked, or almost so, at the dining room table. I was not allowed to sit, even though a place had been set for me. I was made to kneel beside the table and was fed when one, or another of the women felt like giving me something. The ladies drank wine with their meal.

They found it to be hilarious when Myra rubbed a sandwich on her wet cunt and fed it to me. At first I tried internet casino to refuse it, but Mom grabbed my hair and twisted. “Eat it you little slut,” she said menacingly.

The other women did the same thing then. Laughing as they pushed the sandwiches, soggy with woman cum, into my mouth. I did not resist again, instead I savored the tastes of their succulent pussies.

During the meal the ladies discussed how much they were enjoying themselves. They talked as if I wasn’t there. “You are so lucky, Alice,” Bridget told Mom.

“Yes you are,” Myra said. “Every woman should have a sissy boy of her own.”

“That’s a good idea, Myra,” Bridget told her. “But where would we find one.”

Mom laughed. “I was lucky, girls. Don’t worry, we’re friends. You can always use Andy.”

After lunch the ladies made a circle and buried their faces in each other’s cunts. Licking and sucking and cumming on each other’s faces. I found the sounds and scents to be quite arousing as I knelt on my pillow and watched. They switched around a couple of times and it was about forty-five minutes before they broke apart.

The ladies laid together on the mat recovering from their multiple orgasms. They had all seemed to enjoy their threesome immensely. I waited, kneeling on my pillow, for Mom to tell me what to do. I had been butt fucked by all three ladies. I was spent for a while.

The women took a break. They stayed on the mat and talked. I could overhear most of what they said. In fact they seemed to have forgotten I was there. Myra sat up and said she had to pee. Mom laughed. “I do too. Let me show you how to use Andy for that,” she said.

They all stood. Mom got the chain and hooked it to my collar. I was red with embarrassment. My mother seemed to be telling her friends everything that would embarrass me.

She led me, with the chain, to the downstairs bath. It was quite large and contained a toilet and sink.

Mom sat on the toilet and pointed to the floor between her splayed thighs. I knelt, without complaint, I would obey her; I had to. I heard the sound of her piss. Her hand gripped my hair. “Clean me up you little sissy,” Mom said. She moved forward on the seat and pulled my head to her pussy to lick the droplets of piss from the lips of her pussy.

Myra and then Bridget sat and I serviced them the same way. Bridget’s piss was especially strong, both the odor and taste.

Both women seemed to enjoy the experience. “That was delightful, Alice,” Myra said. “Have you ever pissed on him?”

“Not yet,” Mom replied. “I may sometime.”

I was shamed by what had occurred. But, again, there were whispers in the dark reaches of my mind. Fuzzy visions of degradation, of women pissing and me supine.

Mom led me back to the living room, to my pillow. I watched, entranced, as they rubbed their pussies together. First Myra, then Bridget, straddled Mom and pushed their wet pussies onto Mom’s hard clit. They used it as a cock and Mom seemed just as satisfied as the other women. They all came intensely.

They took another break and poured wine for themselves. They were all in a good mood as they sat in their chairs around the coffee table. I was still kneeling next to Mom.

Her hand was on my head softly caressing it. “Andy needs to be debased often, girls,” Mom told them. “But I like to let him act like a man sometimes. He’s quite well hung and can fill me nicely. He’s been well trained to eat pussy, too. Perhaps we should use him that way.

“We all like that,” Bridget said. The women laughed together.

“Actually, though, I had fun butt fucking him,” Bridget continued. “That was a first for me.”

“For me too,” Myra said. “I agree it was fun.”

“Does he want to be tied up?” Myra asked after a slight pause.

“He says not,” Mom replied. “But I may someday.”

They were talking about me, again, as if I wasn’t there.

“We don’t have time today, but he likes to dress up like a girl.” Mom told them. “He liked it when we made him suck up his cum too.”

I was red with delicious shame.

They made another circle after that and ate each other’s cunts for a long time. They all had multiple orgasms and the room was redolent with the scents of hot pussy and woman cum.

They broke up and started dressing. Mom told them to leave the dildos they had used on me. She said I would clean them. Both women thanked Mom profusely for a wonderful day.

“Can we tell anyone about it?” Bridget asked.

“Be discrete,” Mom replied. “Only women who are in the know. Even then there are some you shouldn’t mention it to.”

With kisses and hugs the women left. They left the mats they had used too, for me to clean.

Mom saw them off and then came back to me where I was kneeling on the pillow. “Did you enjoy yourself, Andy?”

“I was very humiliated at times, Mom. I don’t think it was fair of you.”

“Andy, Dear, don’t you understand? There is no fair for you. There is only your need to please me and obey me.”

“Yes, Mom,” I said. My tears were starting again. This did not sound like the love she had been telling me she felt.

“Andy, that is because I love you. It is because of that love that I made sure you came three times today.”

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