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Muhasebeciyi Yatağa Attım_2

Serpil ile beraber çalıştığım işyerinden ayrılmıştım ancak hala arkadaşlarım vardı orada. En son Serpil ile sikişmiştim. Aramızda oluşan bu yakınlaşmadan sonra aynı hızla bir uzaklaşma yaşanmıştı, utandığını söyleyerek beni bir daha görmek istemediğini söylemişti. Aradan bir yıldan fazla geçti ki artık bende de azgınlık hat safhadaydı. Sokakta gözümü etraftaki kadınların götünden alamıyordum.
Artık daha fazla dayanamayacağımı farkettim ve sudan bir sebepten eski şirketimi ziyarete gittim. Arkadaşlarla ilgilendim önce. Sonra çay almaya gidiyorum diyip Serpilin odasını bi yokladım. Daha dakika bir gol bir odaya girer girmez o kocaman götüyle karşılaştım. Masanın üzerine öyle bi eğilmişti ki öyle bakakaldım. Biraz kilo almış ama tam istediğim vücut tipine ulaşmıştı. Balıketli olmuştu. Beni görünce irkildi, ne diyeceğini bilemedi sonra samimiyetsiz bir “merhaba “ diyiverdi. Ben de aynı şekilde karşılık verdim. Sonra “çay ister misin?” diye sordum cevap bile vermeden işine devam etti. Ben bir saat kadar herkesle görüştüm sonra çıkarken son bir kez “seninle görüşmem gerek” dedim yine cevap bile vermedi ve bende ordan ayrıldım.
Ay temmuzdu, hava oldukça sıcaktı ve arabam bozuk olduğundan otobüsle dönmek zorundaydım. Her yer dolu olduğundan ayakta kendime bir yer buldum. Bir önce yol bitsede kendimi 31e vursam diye bekliyordum çünkü Serpilin götü hiç aklımdan çıkmıyordu. Tam o sırada yanımda kolsuz bi tişört giymiş bir hatun farkettim. Yukarıdaki tutunacak yere uzanmıştı ve telefonuyla ilgileniyordu. Kendimi tutmaya çalışsam da bakmadan edemiyordum. Görüntü benim için oldukça tahrik ediciydi. Koltukaltı traşlı ve pürüzsüzdü. Hafif terlediğinden güneş vuruca parlıyordu. Benim ufaklık da yavaş yavaş hareketlenmeye başlamıştı ki ineceğim yere geldim ve evin yolunu tuttum.
Eve vardığımda yine her zaman olduğu gibi 31 çekip rahatlamaya çalıştım ama mutsuzdum. Benim bir am bulmam gerekiyordu ve o sadece Serpil olmalıydı. Bütün gün bunu düşünerek geçirdim. Ertesi gün işteyken Serpil aradı. Bunu beklemediğimden acayip mutlu oldum ve açınca kısa ve net konuştu. “Bu cumartesi öğleden sonra” dedi ve kapattı. Öylece kalakaldım. Mesaj attım hemen “tamam, bana gel istersen direk” dedim. Günlerden çarşambaydı iki gün boyunca yine cevap vermeyince bende de biraz sinir oldu. Aptal yerine mi koyuyor beni diye şüphelendim. Sonra Cuma akşamı “yarın sana gelirim direk” dedi. Ben de hemen evi topladım. Sikimin etrafını tıraşladım.
Cumartesi öğleden sonra gözüm kapıda bekledim ve iki gibi kapı çaldı, gelmişti. O gün gördüğüm dizinde eteği giymişti. Çorap giymemiş bacakları mükemmel gözüküyordu. Benim sikim o azgınlıkla yavaş yavaş kalkmaya başladı. “Hoşgeldin” dedim. Biraz konuştuk derken bana neden cevap vermediğini sordum ama yine kem küm edince aptalca bi cesaretle eşofman altını donumla birlikte indirdim ve ağzına doğru yaklaştırdım. “Ben bunun için gelmedim buraya” dedi ve kalktı kapıya yöneldi. Beline sarıldım ve “niye geldiğini ikimde biliyoruz” dedim. Yok falan dedi ama eteğini kaldırım elimi amına götürdüm ki külot giymemişti. Bunu yapınca gülmeye başladı. Ben de amını parmaklayarak boynunu öpmeye başladım. “özledim” dedim. Yatağa doğru geçerken birden onu domaltıp sikmek geçti içimden. Onu oturma odasındaki koltuğun kolçağına karnını yaslayarak domalttım hayır falan dedi ama beni öncesinde hiç sallamamış olmasından dolayı bir karşılık vermem gerekiyordu gibi hissettim. Kıyafatlerini çıkartmadan eteğini kaldırıp kuru olduğundan eğilip götünün yanakları öpüp kısa bir süre amını yalayıp ıslattım. Sonra kazık gibi olan sikimi sokuverdim bir hamlede. Canının acıdığını gösterir bir şekilde nefesi kesildi ve direnmeyi de bıraktı. O da sabırsızmış ki hemen amının içi vıcık vıcık oldu. O kayganlıkla sertçe girip çıkmaya başladım. Şaap şaap seslerle çok geçmeden hırsla boşaldım içine. Yine çabuk geldiğimi vurguladı ama içine boşaldığım için de kızdı. Bir süre içinde hareketsiz üstüne yığılıp kaldım.
Bir süre sohbet ettik. Geçen zamanın bizi uzaklaştırdığından konuştuk. Sonra bir ara Serpil saçını toplamak için ellerini ensesine doğru götürdü ve o muhteşem koltukaltı karşıma çıktı. Yeni traşlamıştı ve beni yavaştan tahrik etmişti yine. Saçını topladıktan sonra elini taşaklarıma attı, kısık ve ateşli bir ses ile “sik beni” dedi. Deli gibi öpüşmeye başladık. Sonra sikimi ağzına aldı ve kazık gibi olana kadar sakso çekti. Öylesine zevk alıyodum ki koltuğa yığılıp kaldım. Belinden tutup kendime çektim ve sikimi amına dayadım. Hızlıca içine aldı. Derin bir oh çekti. Yavaş yavaş belini kıvırırak zevk almay başladı. Amı sulanınca ayaklarını koltuğa koyup sertçe sikimin üstünde bi aşağı bi yukarı inip çıkmaya başladı. Her seferinde yine şap şap ses çıkıyordu. Bir süre sonra ben de bu pozisyonda sıkılıp onu altıma aldım. Bu sefer de ben bindiriyordum. Ama zevkten de ölüyordum. Bir öncekinden daha iyiydi bu sefer. Ne kadar sürdü hatırlamıyorum kasılarak içine boşalmaya başladım. O da çok geçmeden boşaldı ve rahatladık.
Dinlendiktem sonra beraber duşa girdik. Ben yine sikişmek istedim ama o istemedi. Temizlendikten sonra giyinirken birden ona fetiş objemden bahsettim. Koltuklatından tahrik oluyorum dedim. Önce şaşırdı falan ama daha beş dakka geçmeden kendimi koltukaltını yalarken buldum…

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Eski arkadaşımın bacakları

Önce ben onu gördüm kitapları inceliyordu cesaret edip konuşmıyacağımdan direk görmemiş gibi yapıp kaçtım bir sonraki reyona geçtim bir süre sonra o da geldi ve tanıdı. Merhaba dedi adımı hatırlamak için düşündü sen x’din de mi türü bir cümle kurdu. Salak bir gülümsemeyle evet dedim. Öpüştük ona dokunmak çok hoşuma gitti. Elimi kolunu tutar gibi kavrayıp yavaş yavaş sürtünerek geri çektim. Teni yumuşaktı. Üstünde kısa kollu geniş bir bluz altında mini bit kot şort vardı. Bacakları çok albenili duruyordu. Esmer uzun ince. Dokunmak istedim. O eskilerden neler yaptığımdn konuşuyor. Ben ise onu süzüp salak salak gülümsüyor laf bana geldiğinde öylesine cevaplar veriyordum. O ayrıca benim değişmiş saç ve salaklarımı beğendiğini iyi durduğunu da söyledi. Bu bir mesaj mıydı bu kız yollu muydu? Oradan beraber çıktık konuşma akıyordu. Benim aklımda da ona yapmak istediklerim film şeridi halini almıştı. Onu önce iç çamaşırlı sonra ıslak ardından da çıplak düşündüm. Pozizsyonlar görüyordum. Domalmış, bacakarını açmış, üstüme çıkmış , ağzına almış. Onunla birlikteolmalıydım. Bir yerde müsade istedi. Ayakkabılarının bağcıklarını ( amcığı çağrıştırıyor ) bağlamak için. Orta yükseklikteki duvara yöneldi ilgili ayağını oraya koydu. İşte hayalimdekilerden biri. Şort iyice toplandı ben onu en rahat görebileceğim açıya geçip yüzüne güldüm sonra bacakarını süzemeye devam ettim. Kalçaları bu şekilde çok hoş duruyordu. Oracıkta iki bacağının arasında girmek istediğim yer duruyordu işte ama cesaret yok bende. Zaman akıp gitti otobüsle eve dönüyoruz. Ayrılık vakti. Benim umudum bir daha öpüşmek. Acaba şap diye yapışam mı dudağına ama otobüsteyiz sanki yalnız olsak yapabilecen? En azından net bir öpücük kondurayım. Planlar yapıldı bekleniyor. İşte o an yaklaştı öpüşmek için o da ne oturuyoruz hem de yan yana salak bir öpücük bu en azından belinden sardım ama yanak yanağa değdi. Sonra bi bok olmadı tabi eve geldim. Hayali gözümün önünde. En azından akşama malzeme çıktı bakarsın bir gün asıl istediğim de olur.

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We had a stupid argument and then I had a random fuck with a random guy.

God, I love him. How can he make me feel this way; so completely overwhelmed by my love for him: by the guilt and the fear that I might lose him?

I hold him tight. As I pull back to look in his eyes there are already tears in mine. I open my mouth to speak but he holds a shaking finger to my lips. “I love you baby. God I love you. It fucking terrifies me. I didn’t mean to do it. I was drunk. She was…”

“Me too,” I whisper. Our eyes hold each other in the silence. My heart beats fast. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me close and holds me tight, like he never wants to let go. I bury my head in his neck and hold on to him.

Pushing my shoulders back he brushes my hair off my face and looks into my eyes. There’s a softness there I’ve never seen before, but behind it something else burns. His palms on my glistening cheeks, wet with my tears, he moves closer and kisses me. His first touch is soft, our lips barely meeting. The second is slightly more firm. The third lets his tongue flick gently against mine. His hands move to the back of my head, tangle in my hair, pulling me to him. His kiss is hard. Overflowing with the passion I’d seen burning in his eyes. He crushes his lips to mine, melding us together, his tongue searching my mouth, snake-like wrapping around mine.

We kiss like this for some time. The knot of fear in my stomach gradually unwinds and is replaced by the intoxicating wave of desire only he can arouse in me. His hands pull at my clothes, canlı bahis mine at his. I find myself lying back on the sofa, his body pressing down on top of me, his cock hardening between us. His mouth has moved to my neck now, licking and sucking and biting my flesh; marking me. There is no need; I already know I am his.

I push him back and he falls to the floor, pulling me down on top of him. I lean over him and kiss his neck, moving down to flick my tongue against his nipples, sucking them hard. All the time I rock my hips, massaging his cock with my soaking pussy. I continue my path downwards, kissing every inch of his skin. Reaching his cock I take him gently in my hands. I bring my lips softly to the delicate skin at his head. Adjusting my position I lick, hardly touching, from base to tip. A soft groan of appreciation escapes his lips. The sound sends a shiver down my spine as I open my mouth to him. Slowly I take his entire length in my throat, deeper than I’ve ever dared before. I hold him there for a moment, marvelling at the perfect fit. Then I draw my lips back, my tongue tracing the line back to the tip. I slowly work him in and out, each time drawing him deep. My fingers stroke his balls, gently massaging him. I have never felt more desperate to please.

I continue with long strokes, gradually building pace. He feels almost unbelievably hard in my mouth and my hands. I long to taste his cum on my tongue, and he doesn’t disappoint me. One long last suck pulls a low groan from him as he fills my mouth. I lick him clean, kiss every inch bahis siteleri of his cock, and swallow every drop of his delicious cum. I slither up his body to kiss him. As his lips meet mine once more he murmurs into my mouth. “God I need to hear you come.” I moan my agreement. He presses his fingers into my hips, pulling me up his body. I reach out to grasp the chair in front of me as he positions my hips above his head, shooting his tongue out to flick it against my clit. A long teasing lick from ass to clit, draws a soft moan from me. He slips his tongue seductively inside me, keeps it hard to fuck me with it. My fingers grip the fabric of the chair, my head sinking down onto it, breathing hard. He slightly alters the tilt of my hips, brings his tongue to my clit again. It is hard and eager for his touch as he slips it into his mouth, sucks hard, tantalisingly allowing his teeth to brush against my most sensitive spot. More moans force their way from my lips and I push my hips down further to meet his mouth.

He builds up a rhythm, flicking his tongue. My hips rock gently. I can feel my orgasm nearing. So quickly he gets me there, his skills breathtaking. His tongue is fast, relentlessly constructing the explosion of pleasure that tears through my body. I throw my head back, a rough scream echoing around the room, my lips struggling to form his name as I yell it.

Not allowing me a moments rest he pushes back my hips, adjusting his own position, lying on top of me, pushing his lips down on mine, kissing me passionately. Switching his attention to bahis şirketleri my neck, he kisses hard. In one swift stroke he slides himself inside me. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him even closer, even deeper. He moves expertly, rhythmically, fast, hard. My voice grows hoarse from the moans he so constantly forces. His ruthless thrusts have me quickly screaming again, more pleasure pulsing through my entire body.

Exhausted as I am from the intensity of my pleasure I cannot help but push him back, pulling myself on top of him. His cock slips easily into my drenched cunt. I straighten my back, throwing my head back, gripping my hair with my hands as I ride him. I keep up a relentless pace, torturing my body, pushing myself far beyond the limits of my endurance. But I cannot, will not stop. Continuously thrusting my hips, I keep driving his cock deep into me. My mind floats away into a world where there is only him. I can only hear his groans and hard breaths even above my own. He is holding back. Although my eyes are closed I can feel him watching me intensely, following the path of the beads of sweat coursing down my glistening body, sensing my pain, knowing I needed to do this.

He lets me continue until my hands drop to the floor, my body collapsing onto his chest. Then he allows my body to sink to the floor beside him, looking down at me, taking his place between my legs, soaking with sweat and my pleasure. He sinks inside me, a couple of hard thrusts before finally allowing himself the sweet release of filling me with his cum. And then we lie still on the floor, holding each other tight, our sweat and our cum mingling between our hot bodies. I gulp air into my lungs, my mind far away and fuzzy, but knowing with absolute certainty that this is where I belong.

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Authors Note: This is going to be a three-part story. Honestly, I have no idea when Chapters 2 and 3 will be published. Ideally, it will be near Thanksgiving and Christmas respectively, but I can’t guarantee that. Enjoy.

*****

It was Halloween and the local bar that my friends hung out at was packed. I had managed to sneak in because the doorman was a friend of mine from school. Nice guy, dumb as a bag of rocks, the starting middle linebacker on our team and I had helped him with algebra during our freshman year, so this was his way of helping me out. Every now and then he let me in the door. Tonight, I thought was going to regret it. As it turns out, I didn’t.

I looked across the bar at one of the hottest chicks in the place, complete with painted whiskers, a cute little black nose and kitty cat ears perched atop her brown hair. She also had the greenest eyes I had ever seen. The only problem was I had seen them before and they belonged to my Aunt Kari. That wasn’t so much a problem, the problem was that I was looking across a bar at my aunt. I was only twenty and she damn well knew it.

I did the best I could under the circumstances, I grabbed my beer and headed back to my booth. If I was going to be humiliated, I might as well make it epic. Besides, I was two hundred miles away from home! What the fuck was my aunt doing here? Here of all places? I slid into the booth and looked across at my friends “Uh guys. I’ve got a problem…”

Before I go any further, let me explain something.

My Aunt Kari is only five years older than I am. She was the youngest child of my grandparents and my mom is the oldest. They are seventeen years apart in age so Kari and I grew up more like a brother and sister than aunt and nephew. (I’m no expert, but I don’t think Kari was “planned” if you catch the meaning.) It was kind of funny in Kari’s teenaged years because my mom would get on to her about something and Kari would say “Yes mom.”

When Kari was about seventeen or so she let lose with an F bomb over a dropped pass during the Cowboys game at grandma’s house and mom started in on her. Kari responded with “Sorry mom.” and mom shot back with “Young lady I am NOT your MOTHER!” Kari smiled and then sniped back “Yeah? Well you’re damn sure old enough to be!” The three or so seconds of awkward silence was followed by a screeching banshee running through the house chasing my laughing aunt.

It didn’t help that my dad and I were both bent over laughing so hard that tears were running down our cheeks. I learned a valuable lesson that day, never, under any circumstances, make fun of a woman’s age. Dad and I ate take out for two straight weeks.

So now you kind of understand what I am dealing with here, my aunt is my aunt but she isn’t…anyway back to the present.

“Uh guys. I’ve got a problem…”

“Sup?”

“I’m kind of busted.” I said nodding toward the bar.

Then I looked up to see Kari heading our way and my reaction was one of absolute awe. She was wearing five inch stilettos and a little black dress that showed every bit of her 5’9″ frame to perfection. This wasn’t my aunt, this was a fucking goddess walking toward our booth. The guys just sat there, slack jawed.

I remember thinking “Damn, the only thing more perfect than her boobs are her legs.” and then thinking “Damn dude! That’s your aunt for fuck sake.”

“Derrick Davidson don’t you dare walk away from me again! You owe me an explanation!”

I put my beer down and stood up.

“Sorry?” I offered meekly.

“Sorry’s sweet ass! You told me you were going to call me last week and I don’t like being lied to!”

Which was technically true because she had left me a voicemail asking me to call her and I returned the call but we started playing voicemail tag and I just stopped playing.

“I lost your number? Earthquake? Flood? Tornado?” I said smiling.

“Bullshit, you’ve had my number since last year.” Which again was technically true, she had changed her number last year after she broke up with her boyfriend because the creep kept drunk dialing her at two in the morning.

“But, just in case…” She reached into her purse, pulled out a pen, grabbed my hand and wrote her name and number on my palm. “There, now you have no excuse.”

“You güvenilir bahis know there are several ways to get in touch with someone…” I offered.

“And you didn’t use any of them so what was I supposed to think?” she countered.

Then it hit me. Kari wasn’t pissed, she was playing with the guys I had gone out with. That little tease!

She looked at my buddies and asked, “If I called anyone of you would you have ignored me the way Derrick did?” She was met with three shaking heads and a chorus of “Hell no!” from my trusted associates.

“Thanks assholes.” I muttered.

“Any time Dude.” my roommate Jared piped up. “Any damn time!”

Kari’s self-righteous smirk caused all of us to laugh. She pointed at Jared and said “I like him! Seriously Derrick, give me a call tomorrow, or better yet with your track record, I’ll call you. But Honey this is the last time I will chase after you, I don’t care how nice we play together. Got it?”

“Got it.” I replied.

“Good, because you owe me dinner and a movie now. My friends are waiting on me, we have a party to go to. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that she smiled, rose up just a bit on her toes, and surprising me she draped her arms over my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the lips. To say I was shocked was an understatement, then she almost, almost bit my lower lip before she broke it off, winked and turned away. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swear to God she added a little swish in her hips when she walked off.

Three things happened at that moment. The first was I became a hero to my buddies and I didn’t buy a beer for the rest of the night because they were plying me with questions about Kari. The second was I realized that between the beer, the little black dress and the added swish that I was wrong about the boobs and legs; my aunt’s ass was perfect. The third was that between the beer, the kiss and the twinkle in her eyes as she smiled at me, I had popped a serious boner.

Well, four things…I found myself asking what the fuck had just happened, and I tried to remind myself that the woman who had done that was my aunt. Then I realized that throughout the entire exchange, I hadn’t introduced Kari as my aunt and she hadn’t mentioned it either.

The first day of November found me face down on my bed, hung over, hungry, bleary eyed and wanting to find the ninja that had kicked me in the head and shoot him in the face. Then at the ungodly hour of noon, my phone rang.

“This had better be important.” I mumbled into my pillow and phone at the same time.

“Well good morning Stud. Did we have a late night or early morning?” I heard Kari ask.

“We had a little of both. My buddies kept buying beer to get me to loosen up and talk about the hottie that wanted to jump my bones at the bar last night.”

“Really? There was a hottie that wanted to jump your bones? And I missed it? Damn!” she said laughing.

“What are you doing in town?” I asked, honestly perplexed.

“Bridal shower for Susan, you remember her don’t you? You had a serious crush on her a few years ago.” She responded.

True. I did. Again. I was busted.

“Seriously Kari, thank you for not embarrassing me last night, I really appreciate it.” I said honestly.

“No problem Sweetie, any time. Just don’t tell your mom okay?”

“Yeah, like that is going to happen. Tell you what, I won’t tell her that you kissed me if you don’t tell her we went out to a bar together. How’s that?”

She laughed. “I didn’t kiss you! It was an innocent peck on the lips.”

“Okay, but that innocent peck on the lips would have sent mom into a conniption and you know it.”

“Nah, she can be a tight ass at times, but she wouldn’t get upset unless I grabbed your ass when I did it.” She quipped.

And, the boner was back…I will say this about Kari, she is brutally honest. My dad is a corporate attorney and says exactly what he means. Kari is a Project Manager and has the same ability to let everyone know what she is thinking. My mother, Denise, is the perfect corporate wife and companion for a guy like that. She would have died of embarrassment if someone we knew had seen that kiss no matter how innocent it was. When Kari and I were growing up mom would admonish either of us for stepping one türkçe bahis toe over a line that might not be socially unacceptable under the smallest of circumstances. That kiss would have caused her to stroke out.

“Well, let’s not find out. I don’t want to be eating take out the entire time I am at the cabin for Thanksgiving.”

“Spoilsport!” she said, laughing again. “Listen Sweetie, that’s why I needed to talk to you last week. I’ve been tasked, by YOUR mother, with stocking the cabin this year for Thanksgiving dinner. I was wondering if you want to help your decrepit old aunt and do the heaving lifting for me?”

The cabin belonged to my grandparents. I would like to say it is a small humble abode nestled in the Rockies, but the truth is it is a 4,000-square foot, five bedroom, six bath monster setting just outside of Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Somehow it survived the wildfire there last year. The cabin was where we spent most of our summer vacations, half of our Thanksgivings and half of our Christmases. If we spent Thanksgiving, we skipped Christmas and vice versa. This year it was turkey in Tennessee and Christmas in Mobile. Grandpa hates it, he calls it the Mountain Top Money Pit. Grandma loves it, so, they have a cabin in the Smokies.

“Sure, and you’re not all that decrepit. At least you didn’t look that way in the dress you were wearing last night.” I replied, with a very pleasant and nasty memory of my aunt walking away in high heels and a dress that barely covered her ass.

“Well thank you for noticing, at least somebody did. The other party was a dud, I should have stayed where I would have been appreciated. I’ll be heading up there the Monday before, do you want to come up separately or do you want me to stop on the way and pick you up?” she asked.

“Stopping and picking me up would be better, that way we can take turns driving. And I can brag that the hot chick from last night is kidnapping me for a week or so in the mountains.” I said laughing.

“You would tell them that wouldn’t you?”

“Damn straight, oh and one last thing, writing your number on my hand may have been a bad idea.” I replied.

“Why is that?”

“Well, I kind of passed out a little and I’m pretty sure the heathens I was with may try to call or send you God only knows what kind of text messages. I need to apologize for that up front.”

“Passed out a little? Is that like being kind of pregnant?” She said laughing and then added “Don’t worry about it, if I see something I haven’t seen before I may just call you back to say thank you.”

“KARI!”

She was still laughing when she hung up the phone.

I put my phone down and jumped up to go take a shower; a suspiciously long shower. (Hey, it’s my soap and my dick, and I will wash it for as long as I want to and as fast as I want to. Your judgement is neither desired nor required.)

Twenty-three days later found me sitting in my dorm room, suitcase packed, pacing nervously back and forth. I had only spoken to Kari once since the first. She had called me at six in the morning to let me know she was on the road from Mobile to pick me up. I punched the speaker icon on my phone and mumbled “Hello.”

“Good morning Sunshine. Am I on speaker?” she asked.

“Yes.” I responded sitting up and yawning.

“Okay, well, I’m on the road, headed your way.” she said, just a bit too cheerily for six in the morning on a freaking Monday.

Jared rolled over in his bed, shading his eyes and staring at me with utter loathing and contempt for disturbing his beauty sleep.

“Okay” I replied sleepily.

“My, my aren’t we excited? I would have thought hearing ‘road headed’ would have perked you right up.”

I thought Jared’s eyes were going to bug the fuck out of his skull.

“Who is that?” he mouthed.

“Kari.” I responded back silently.

He flopped back on his pillow and groaned.

“What was that?” Kari asked.

“Jared, he’s pissed that we woke him up.”

“Aww the poor Muffin, maybe I can make it up to him sometime.” I swear I could hear her smiling again.

“It’s never gonna happen Sweetie.” I responded. I decided that two could play this game.

“Really?”

“Yep, I can cock block with the best of them and besides, he has this really güvenilir bahis siteleri nasty rash. I’ll tell you about it on the way up to Gatlinburg.”

“ASSHOLE!” Jared shouted as he sat up in his bed.

Kari laughed and said “I’ll see you in a few hours. You can drive after I pick you up. I like it when you do the driving.”

“Cool. I like it that way too. See you soon.” And I hung up.

And Jared’s eyes were bugging out of his skull again.

“Dude, she had better have a hot sister.”

I stared at him for a minute then honestly replied, “She does, a real MILF, but her husband would kick your ass.”

“Life isn’t fair.” He said as he dropped back onto his pillow.

“Tell me about it.” I responded as I sat there knowing that all the banter was fun but that it was just Kari teasing the shit out of a bunch of college boys.

Four hours later there was a knock at my door. Jared had glued his ass to a chair about an hour before Kari’s ETA and the horsemen of the Apocalypse couldn’t have moved him from it. I opened the door and there she stood. She was a bit more modestly dressed than Halloween night but still hot enough to turn heads when she walked into a room. I say a bit more modestly dressed because she was wearing tennis shoes instead of stilettos, a very short jean skirt with a white tank top and a large blue button down over the top tied at the waist. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was smiling from ear to ear.

“Hi there!” she said as she stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I hope you don’t mind that I stole one of your shirts.”

I decided to play along with Kari’s game. If nothing else, it would drive Jared batshit crazy and my credibility in the dorm would be monumental by the time I got back.

“Nope. It looks better on you.” I said grabbing my suitcase. “You remember Jared, don’t you?”

“Yes I do. He was the sweet one at the bar. I’m sorry for waking you up so early this morning, but I promise once you get that rash cleared up, I’ll make it up to you.” she said laughing.

“I DON’T” was all he could get out before we walked out, shut the door and started walking to the elevator. “HAVE A RASH!” he shouted down the hallway at us.

We walked into the parking lot and Kari pulled out the key fob for her car, tossing it to me she said, “You promised to do the driving for the rest of the trip.”

“BMW huh?”

“5 Series. Your decrepit old aunt is stepping up in the world. Being a Project Manager pays well.”

I put my suitcase into the trunk noticing that my one was matched by her three. I couldn’t help but smile. When she was a teenager she could fill a car trunk for a weekend trip. Somethings never change.

“Six hours to Gatlinburg.” She said settling into the passenger seat.

“Yep.” I replied. “The only request I have is that I can control the radio.”

“Sure. Just no cheesy Eighties crap.”

“Deal.”

“By the way, this really is yours.” she said, looking down at her stomach and playing with the tied end of the button down.

“Huh?”

“It’s yours.” She looked me in the eyes. “I stopped by your house last week to talk to your mom abut Thanksgiving and while I was there I sort of…borrowed it.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” She responded, then she looked at me with those beautiful green eyes and an impish little grin on her lips and said something that will be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.

“I’ve slept in it every night since. I figured if I was going to have my favorite nephew alone in the mountains for two or three nights, I might as well get use to sleeping in his shirts.”

“Kari?”

“Yes?”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Do you really want to know?”

I sat there looking at her for a solid five seconds before I shook my head no. Neither one of us said a word. And I was shaking like a leaf when I leaned over and kissed her. If mom had seen that kiss, she would have shit herself and then had the stroke. We broke the kiss and I dropped my head onto her shoulder wondering what the hell was going on and not really carrying all that much.

“Let’s get to the cabin. We have six hours to either talk ourselves out of this or tease each other silly.” She whispered into my neck.

I sat up, put the car in Reverse and pulled out of the space.

I might be on the road to Hell for what I was thinking and doing but at least I was driving a 5 Series BMW while I was going there.

To be continued…

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Everything looked perfect. The room was dark, except for the reflecting neon signs from the buildings outside. I had a playlist running of some of your favorite music (Portishead, Sinead, etc…). Not loud, but just audible enough to punctuate the silence. All I had to do now was wait for you, Maxine. Even the name rolls off my tongue with desire.

Every second seemed like an eternity, until the knock on the door sent an adrenalin rush through my already sensitive nerve endings. I open to the door to see you, a vision of loveliness, sensuality personified. “Maxine, I’m so glad you could make it out, please come in” I say with a devilish grin.

I offer you a glass of wine, hoping to relax you enough to be receptive to my wishes. You begin to gulp it down, seemingly stressed. “Oh Daniel, I’ve had quite a day. I worked out,then I had a great piano lesson. I almost forgot about tonight. I was all mixed up with life stuff, but then I remembered!.” Then you look around the empty space.

“Where’s the rest of the party?” you ask. “Maxine, I have to be honest with you. No one else is coming. There is no party tonight,” I reply. Looking puzzled, you question me, “But I don’t understand? I thought we were going to celebrate this big news of yours?”

The time has come to let you in on my long planned secret. “No Maxine, I’m sorry I lied to you, but I was afraid you wouldn’t come over if you knew the real reason I wanted you here.” You stand in silence until I can’t hold it in any longer. “I want you Maxine. I want you in every way. I brought you here so I could seduce you, & make love to you the way you deserve to be made love to. Sexy, radiant, glowing, orgasmic.”

I don’t wait for an response. I reach forward & slip my hand behind your back, pulling you towards me. Our lips meet in a soft embrace. I feel your initial resistance give way & soon our tongues dance wildly within each others mouths. I could kiss you forever. Such an intimate act. Perhaps the most intimate.

I open my eyes to see yours closed, lost in the moment. What must be going güvenilir bahis on inside that pretty little head of yours? As I start to shut my eyes again, our lashes begin to flutter against each other in a ‘butterfly kiss’. We both laugh at this spontaneous act, lightening the increasingly heavy erotic mood. “Daniel, I had no idea you felt this way. I don’t know what to say.” I reply, “don’t say anything, just come with me.”

As I lead you to the bed, you sing along to the PJ Harvey song coming from the speakers. It’s a song dripping with raw sensuality, & fits the mood perfectly. I begin to undress you, taking my time with each button Like deep, dark secrets from inside you, every little bit of your naked flesh reveals something new to me. Soon you are completely nude. A goddess of divine perfection.

Leaning you back onto the bed, we continue to escalate our lovemaking. I can taste the wine on the tip of your tongue. I don’t drink anymore, but I’m drunk on something else this time. Something powerfully addictive that I need to express to you.

I need to taste you. With a slight prompt, your legs are completely spread. My head begins a long dreamed of journey. Beginning with soft kisses & licks to each of your thighs, my hand slips into your hand. I want to feel every squeeze in response to my actions. What you like, what you don’t like. I want, no, I need to know what makes you happy.

You scent becomes stronger & stronger as my teasing starts to have the desired effect. Your hips begin to buck, & soft whimpers escape your throat. I can see your wetness glistening, waiting for contact with more hot flesh. The rosebud of your clitoris begins to bloom, moving out into the open, needing attention. I can’t wait much longer & with a sudden motion, my tongue laps flat with full force directly onto your clit & the hot steel of your piercing.

You cry out in ecstasy with the sudden electric jolt of pleasure. Teasing you, I withdraw, letting you come back down to Earth before repeating this pattern for awhile. Our eyes have a chance meeting across türkçe bahis your heaving chest & you smile in appreciation of the pleasure I’m giving you.

I add one finger, then another into your soaking center. You buck instinctively, wanting to be filled. But first I want you to cum with my tongue lapping at you. I increase the pressure & focus of my licking on the hood of your clit. Your breathing intensifies. I can feel you on the edge. Your hips begin to lift off the bed as I feel your pulse in every throb of your coming orgasm.

It begins with like a shock wave from the deep. Each spasm draws a scream of acknowledgment. Keeping my tongue pressed firmly on your clit, even through the violent chaos of your thrashing. Riding out each blast of pleasure, I would never, ever let go. Your juices flow freely all over the white sheets, and your pussy engorges to a beautiful blood red. I love watching the effects of orgasm on a women, and you are the most gorgeous of all.

After a seeming eternity, your breathing begins to return to normal, and the glaze in your eyes turns to a contented gaze. A puddle of satisfied flesh is the best description for the sight before me. However, just as I think you will rest blissfully, you surprise me. Suddenly, like a wild woman, you rip off my remaining clothes until I too am as naked as you.

You pay immediate attention to my cock, which has been throbbing hard since the moment our mouths met. Your velvet lips engulf my shaft, & I struggle within. Against every fiber of my being, I stop you. “Maxine, there will be time for that, I want to be inside you.”

“Oh Daniel. I want you too. I need you to make love to me now,” you say. I push you back onto the bed & lay on top of you, feeling your heartbeat pressed against mine. The natural wetness between your legs make my entry extra slippery & easy. With each inch, our eyes lock closer & closer until I am all the way in. We rest for a minute, making out & letting the sensations wash over us.

I slowly begin to thrust, increasing speed as passion overtakes me. You güvenilir bahis siteleri are mine now. Nothing could break this connection. Every once in awhile, I withdraw & rub my cockhead on your still swollen clitoris & ring, making you moan. Thrusting back in, our hands lock in embrace & we are as close as 2 people can be. You feel so full, and I feel like I’m floating. A blissful joining of 2 like minded souls.

“Fuck me doggy style,” you don’t ask so much as demand! Your wish is my command. Turning you over, dirty thoughts fill my mind as your perfect ass is right in front of me. Those taboo desires will be fulfilled later, unbeknownst to you now. So I line up my cock with your upturned slit and push forward., resuming our lusty fucking.

I can feel your pubic bone grinding the underside of my shaft. That is the best part of this position for me. I reach down to stroke your clit, only to find your hand already there. “Alright! You go girl!” I declare, which makes us both giggle.

Soon however, we become lost in our passion. Emotions & physical sensations blur together. My vision becomes foggy, words indecipherable. I can feel my release building. Whispering in your ear, I beg you to come with me. With a fevered pitch, our lovemaking goes up yet another notch into overdrive. A perfect fucking machine.

“Daniel, I’m going to cum,” you say. “Yes baby, cum with me!” I reply. I can feel your contractions wrap vice-like around me. Like a thousand silk scarves rubbing against every nerve ending in my cock. With a final, desperate push I explode. A damn bursting from inside me.

Hot, thick jets of cum coat the inner walls of your most inner parts. All the while you climax with a shriek, fingers furiously rubbing your clitoris. I thrust forward to get every last drop of my sperm out, emptying myself deep into you. The pleasure is almost too much to bare. Without question, the best orgasm of our lives. All too brief, but seeming forever.

Lost in a daze, I lay on your back, my cock shrinking still inside you. We have not an ounce of strength between us, & with a soft kiss, we close our eyes to sleep. I can make out a few faint whispers as you doze off, half in dreamland already. The only one I really catch is, “I feel like you just made love inside of me.” I smile.

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Auther’s Note: Sorry it took so long to complete the second installment of the story. Hopefully you will enjoy this one even though there is only brief nudity in this installment. Which, in case you are getting anxious for some action, the next installment is already halfway done and has a good bit of action and excitement.

Over the course of the next three months we settled into something of a routine where I would rise early and fix us some breakfast and then take a few minutes to enjoy the sight of the lovely beauty before waking her to eat and then departing for work as she would be also readying her departure for the day. Then, around dusk, we would both arrive home at some point before 9 and, usually, after taking a few minutes to relax, we would eat dinner and then quietly converse for a brief while before heading off to bed. Then, about three months after first inviting her to stay, things took a rather strange turn.

For the past few weeks the construction company that I owned had been working all out on landing a massive new project that could very well bring us some of the more lucrative commercial jobs instead of the homes and apartments we had building until then. The project was the construction of a women’s clinic that had been proposed in a nearby city. We had been slaving as hard as we could to get a proposal in place that would meet and hopefully exceed the client’s needs, wants, and desires.

Thinking that if the place were going to be dealing almost exclusively with women that it would be to our advantage to design something that would be appealing to women, I had recently installed one of my female architects as the leader of the design team and had been working closer with her on hashing out a pleasing exterior for the clinic instead of the antiseptic and impersonal facades most clinics affected. Anyways, worried about getting every little detail right, I had finally reached the point where I needed to find a more relaxing place in which to concentrate before I went insane and so had left work early and headed home. After taking a long and hot shower and emerging feeling much better, I headed back into the dining room to where I had spread out all of the plans for the project and set back to work.

I was so hard at work that I was oblivious to Angel’s return until a couple of hours later I was awakened by her gently shaking my shoulder and urging me to go to bed being as it was almost midnight and I had been asleep drooling on the table for the past two hours. Groggy and sore from the hours spent in such an uncomfortable spot, I reluctantly agreed and allowed her to lead me to my room and to even help undress me.

I was so tired, in fact, that when she pulled down my underwear to reveal my cock, I could only murmur a wooden thank you as she stroked my flaccid dick a few times before drawing my pajama shorts up and then pushing me back onto a bed that I never even felt being as I was asleep before I even got close to the pillow.

****

The next morning I awoke as usual and, as I looked at Angel for a brief moment before awakening her as well, the dim memory of what she had done the night before returned and I found myself lightly stroking her hair until she woke with a soft smile.

“Mmmm. That feels nice. Thank you.” She murmured as she slowly stirred to life.

“Different strokes for different folks, you know.” I quipped, causing her to blush slightly, as I rose to go fix breakfast. When I entered the dining room, I noticed that all of the project papers had been placed back into the carrying tube and briefcase. Slightly puzzled because I did not remember putting them away, I quickly did a güvenilir bahis once over check to make sure everything was all there before continuing on to the kitchen.

A short while later I was momentarily mesmerized by her beauty and sexiness as I watched her walk into the kitchen in some of the sexiest –not to mention sheerest –sleepwear I had seen her in yet. Her only reaction to my gawking was a half-mumbled explanation that she had been up late last night and so was a little sluggish this morning.

I accepted this with a nod and forcibly glued my eyes to my breakfast as I wrestled with the temptation to do something about the sexual tension and attraction that had been growing between us over the last couple of weeks. Eventually though the demanding taskmaster called time settled the argument as the time for my departure arrived way too soon. So, as I quickly gathered all of my materials, I murmured my goodbyes and then made a hasty departure before either one of us would have to mention my sudden awkwardness.

At work the business at hand easily drowned out any stray thoughts of the night before and the morning’s awkwardness. As me and Monica and the rest of the design team set to finalizing all of the final little details and all of the tedious and time consuming minutiae that go into any major project. Finally, after what seemed an endless day of dickering over details, we all finally called it done about 9pm that night and all headed home. Then, on impulse, I invited Monica over for dinner the following night to discuss the project with her and her performance during the project.

Upon arriving home, I wearily informed Angel of our dinner guest for tomorrow, wolfed down the cold remains of supper and trudged upstairs to bed looking forward to being able to finally sleep in for the first Saturday in quite a while. I was so groggy, in fact, that I did not even finish dressing for bed before falling asleep sitting up with one leg in my sleep shorts and one leg still in my work pants but otherwise bare ass naked. At some point during the night, however, my bladder overruled my sleep deprived body and I awoke long enough to shuck both the shorts and the pants and shuffle towards the bathroom and back to my room where I promptly and literally fell onto the bed and did not awaken until much later the next morning and then only long enough to pull the sheet over my bare ass and roll over for the next two hours.

****

Finally, after 12 hours of blissful sleep, I drug myself reluctantly out of bed and proceeded straightaway to the shower and from there out back to the pool for a quick dip before satisfying my grumbling stomach. When I reached the pool, however, my stomach’s need faded to the background as I saw Angel climbing out of the pool to greet me in a sheer white bikini that had gone all but transparent once the water had hit it.

Sauntering up, she gave me a crushing hug and suggestively asked me, “Like it?”

“Umm, yes.” I managed to reply, but was unable to tear my gaze away from her wonderful breasts. When I finally did, however, I found her staring at me with an intense look on her face that carried with it a hint of fright. Concerned, I asked her what was wrong.

She started to say something but then surprised me (and herself too I think) and just suddenly lunged the few inches between us and planted a crushing kiss on my lips. After a second of shock, I gently pulled her loose and, before she could run away in tears, returned her kiss but this time more gently and with enough passion to make toes curl (hers and mine).

After a few infinitely long moments of exploring our passion, we each finally türkçe bahis came up for air. As reason replaced passion, I quietly suggested that we explore this avenue further later being as there had been a lot of sexual tension building between us the past few days that might force us too quickly down this new path. Also, I reasoned, we still needed to prepare for our guest that evening.

Then, before the situation could turn sour, my stomach luckily decided to protest its empty state in a very vocal manner. Laughing, she agreed to the delay and, after a quick hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek, she bounded inside to change and I stood transfixed as I watched her pert ass disappear inside before heading towards the kitchen, my desire for a morning swim momentarily suppressed by other desires.

****

Somewhat surprisingly, the knowledge that we would reach a resolution of he situation soon somehow seemed to release the tension that had been building and we were able to make it through the day without any awkwardness and, by dinnertime, were fluidly working together to ensure everything was ready for Monica’s arrival. And, by the time that the doorbell rang, everything was immaculate and as perfect as could be.

Opening the door, I greeted Monica warmly and quickly invited her in and settled her in the living room as we waited for Angel to put the last finishing touches on dinner. We chatted amiably for the intervening minutes, throwing out ideas for other projects that had been stalled while most of the talent at the company had worked on the clinic project. Then, upon being summoned to dinner, we quickly moved into the dining room to sample the delights that me and Angel spent the afternoon concocting.

We settled down to a mostly silent dinner with the little talk there was confined to inconsequential things. Then, after finishing the last of the dessert, we al retired to the poolside to enjoy the last of the evening sun and to set a pleasant backdrop for the inevitable business talk that was to come up.

Taking the initiative, Monica began by asking me what I had in mind for her now that the design team she was head of had completed the assignment it had been created for.

“Well,” I began, “I will, of course, reassign the bulk of the team back to the projects they have been pulled from. However, I had thought to keep a core team in place to scout out and spearhead other projects like the clinic where a novel approach is more appreciated.

“Also, as far as you specifically are concerned, I would like to say that I was very impressed with the way you handled yourself and the project. Which by the way, who did you get to do all of the landscape renderings? That was a brilliant touch that really was the catalyst for bringing all of the pieces and the concept together.”

“Actually I thought that that was you. I mean, the new renderings didn’t appear until after you took your set home with you the other night.” Monica answered.

“Are you sure? I didn’t commission anyone and definitely didn’t give anyone outside of the project a copy of the plans.” I pressed.

“Oh, definitely, they just appeared yesterday morning when we did the final comparisons and you were the only one with the landscape renderings so they couldn’t have been around before then or they would have been in at least one other set of copies.” Monica asserted.

I silently pondered this for a minute until I was distracted by movement out of the corner of my eye and looked see Angel trying to quietly slip away. “Where are you headed?” I inquired.

‘Oh, umm, I was just, umm, going to, umm, go and, umm, clear the table off and do the dishes güvenilir bahis siteleri while you two talked about, umm, work and all.” Angel haltingly replied.

She then turned to go and had made it only a couple of steps before something about her manner clicked in my head and I suddenly barked out, “Wait! Come back here and sit down for a moment.”

Slowly, like a child caught stealing, she sank back down into her chair and shyly stared at the ground. Monica, for her part, shot me a confused and questioning glance.

“Angel.” I started. “Do you have anything to add to this discussion?” I asked with the same penetrating gaze that I had given her upon our first meeting.

For a moment, Angel opened her mouth and tried to speak several times before finally blurting out simply, “It was me.”

“What was you?” Monica asked bewildered.

“I was the one who did the landscape renderings.” She answered. Then, turning to me, she continued, “After I helped you to bed I went back downstairs to put up your papers and saw what you had been working on and, knowing that you were trying to make the clinic appealing to women, I though that I would help out and ended up being up until about an hour before you got up working on the drawings. Then, in the morning, you jumped up and rushed to work before I could work up the courage to tell you. Then, last night, you just came in and pretty much went straight to bed before I could talk to you.”

I sat in silence, pondering what to do about the situation for a few minutes until I noticed that Angel looked to be on the verge of tears as she nervously awaited the explosion of wrath that her experience in the foster homes had taught her to expect. So, before, she could get any more upset, I stood and quietly said, “Monica, if you would, please make sure she stays right here while I am gone. I need a couple of minutes alone to think this through. I will be back shortly.”

“Sure boss.” Monica replied and, as I turned walked towards the back of the property, gathered the trembling Angel in an embrace and began to quietly reassure her.

After about thirty minutes of thinking, I came back to the poolside and, waiting until Angel’s sobs quieted, announced, “First off, Angel, I am not going to kick you out for this because, although you shouldn’t have altered the plans without my knowledge, you did it with the best of intentions and probably did not realize the full consequences.

“However, I will say that in the future; do not alter any of my work papers without me asking you to. And, finally, I will let you know that, being as we have already submitted our proposal to the board, you are not off the hook until the Board decides who to award the bid to on Thursday.”

After that, the evening was pretty much over and, before it could become too awkward, Monica excused herself with a promise to Angel to stop by in a couple of days. Then, shortly after Monica left, Angel excused herself and went to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The next few days passed in an awkward silence with most of our conversation consisting of short exchanges about relatively inane topics and an unspoken agreement to avoid any mention of Angel’s alterations or speculation on who would win the bid on Thursday. The only topic, in fact that was discussed openly between us was planning for the gathering that I had organized for the project team on Thursday night at my house so that I could inform the whole project team at once (and Angel) of the decision.

By Thursday the awkwardness had grown to such an extent that our interactions had devolved almost to the point of being back at the same point as the first couple of days after our meeting. In fact, by the time the first guests started arriving, it had gotten to where we were noticeably relieved just to have someone to talk to help break the tension that had grown up between us.

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***

— CHAPTER 8: Victim —

***

PRE-COLLEGE (September 2001)

She was already there when I arrived. It was a glorious morning, with blue skies and the sweet smell of flowers and the trees around me. Life was moving on.

Cherys turned from her spot and smiled at me. For a second I hesitated, unsure of exactly how to greet her. There had been no repeats since I took her ‘virginity’, and I wasn’t expecting there to be any either. We’d had our moment together, a culmination of long held fantasies. And yet, we hadn’t verbally discussed how things would go from here on. So I kind of froze in place, trying to decide what to do.

Cherys made up my mind for me when she opened her arms for a hug. I stepped into them and we were pressed close together, chest to chest while she lay her cheek against my shoulder.

I waited until she let go first, and then pulled back to look into her eyes. But Cherys just closed them and then softly pressed her lips against mine.

The kiss was fleeting, and then she leaned back and looked at me. Then she turned and faced the headstone we were standing beside. “See sis, your man is doing just fine.”

I slipped my hand into Cherys’. We both turned and said our prayers for Ellie.

***

FALL QUARTER, SENIOR YEAR (September 2001)

“Well, this is certainly going to be weird.”

“What, you having second thoughts?” Amber squeezed my hand. We’d just finished unpacking my stuff. Phyllis had moved into an apartment with her boyfriend, and I was taking the empty room at Amber, E-Beth, and Diane’s house.

“Oh, no. Nothing like that,” I squeezed back. “I’m used to rooming with girls. Just… not girls that I’m sleeping with.”

“Well, to be fair, you’re not sleeping with Diane,” Amber smiled. “Yet…”

I held up my hands. “Hey, I haven’t touched her!”

E-Beth walked by behind us. “Yet…” she called in a sing-song voice. Apparently she overheard the conversation.

Then Diane came by. “What are you guys talking about?”

I turned beet red. Amber just answered, “Nothing, nothing.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I’m going to my room now.”

“You sure you don’t want to come to mine?” Amber put a fingertip in her mouth and essayed a little girl expression.

“I’m too embarrassed to get it up right now.”

“Aww… I’m sure I can get your hard,” Amber giggled.

“Or I will!” E-Beth said as she walked the other way, heading back down the stairs.

I just shook my head and went into my new bedroom. These girls were going to drive me crazy.

***

“Oh, gawd. You’re driving me crazy!” Amber cried.

I looked up from my spot between her legs, which were flung to the sides as I dug into her channel even deeper with my tongue. My hands were up on Amber’s perfect tits, so large and round and so good at filling my palms.

There was a sudden knock at the door, which to my consternation began to swing open.

Abruptly I pulled my head back and looked around frantically for something to cover us. We were both buck naked and there was nothing that would do the trick in time.

E-Beth swung the door wide open and then leaned against the doorframe. “You two had better hurry up. Amber and I have a class in fifteen minutes.” And then she just stood there and relaxed in her position.

“You gonna watch or something?” Amber asked without a trace of the embarrassment that I was currently feeling.

“Yup.”

I glanced back at forth between them for a second, but then Amber grabbed my head and shoved it back into her crotch. “You heard the woman. Hurry up!”

Bewildered, I obeyed and went to work.

At least until I heard Diane cruising by. “Hey, he’s got a nice ass.”

Ah, hell.

***

“Hey, dude,” Kevin greeted me as I walked in and dropped my bag next to the coffee table. I dropped myself onto the couch a moment later. “Dude, you don’t look so good,” he said with honest concern.

“Really? How so?” I asked in a tired voice.

“Well, there’s the bloodshot eyes and big black bags beneath. You’re pale, really pale if you consider we just got back from summer vacation. And you look like you’re moving at half-speed. Dude, we’ve been at school a week and you’re already wiped out. And today’s a Monday. What the hell are you going to do when finals come around?”

I sighed and let my head loll back against the wall behind the couch. “I don’t know.”

“What’s going on? You not getting much sleep?”

“Uh, it’s not that,” a stupid smirk rose into my face.

“Whaaat?” He asked, leaning forward.

“Well, whoever said ‘there’s no such thing as too much sex’ didn’t live at my house.”

“Amber?”

I nodded.

“E-Beth?”

I nodded.

He paused. “Diane?”

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

“Yet…”

I jerked my head up. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Dude, you got a reputation. You’re such a man-slut. But I guess even you’ve got your limitations.” He chuckled. “Want me to come over there and help you out?”

“Sure güvenilir bahis thing, man. Take all you can get.”

Kevin screwed his face up. “Even Amber?”

I suddenly thought of Kevin and I double-teaming her, one on each end. “You know… I wouldn’t really mind.”

“Hey! I would!” Jen suddenly said from the hallway. She came and sat down in Kevin’s lap. “This man is all MINE. We are NORMAL people.”

“Pfffft,” I tossed off. “Normal, schmormal.”

Jen looked at me. “Man-slut…”

“And there’s THAT word again!”

***

“Baby, am I a man-slut?” I brushed Amber’s hair as she reclined against my chest, comfortably nestled in the crook between me and my left arm.

“Well… yes,” she answered.

“Really?”

“Let me show you.” With that, Amber got up. “Now close your eyes.”

I felt her move around on the bed and kneel beside me. I was watching the bounce of her tits as she moved into position and carefully scrutinized the way they swayed as she bent over my naked body. I felt her blowing cool air across the tip of my wet cock, and despite my recent orgasm, it started stirring to life.

I opened my eyes and looked down. “That doesn’t prove anything. I’m just a guy.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “Fine. Gimme a minute.” She got up and walked out the door, naked as a jaybird.

She was gone a little longer than I expected. But eventually she returned, this time with Diane. My eyes bugged out for a second and I thought about covering myself, but instead I just shrugged and lay there placidly.

Amber arched an eye at me. And then she nodded.

And to my complete and utter surprise, Diane walked next to the bed, grasped my dick with her fingers, and then pulled it into her mouth.

“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed and then the Chinese pixie bobbed her head up and down a few times. I was engrossed in watching her pretty face, with creamy white skin and almond eyes, and a tiny mouth that seemed to be totally stretched by my shaft which was growing at a rapid rate.

Then Amber leaned over and tapped Diane on the shoulder. Immediately, Diane popped off and smiled, wiping her mouth. Amber turned to me. “See, man-slut.”

“Hey, hey. Any guy would have gotten hard if Diane came in and did that. She’s very cute.” I turned to face the girl herself. “You’re very cute. Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak as if you weren’t standing right here.”

“See!” Amber pointed out. “Any other guy would have gotten bashful around a woman he’d never touched, especially with his girlfriend there. But you? Well, I think the term ‘man-slut’ fits nicely.”

I rolled my eyes.

Amber stood up, “Thanks Diane.”

“Anytime.” Diane’s fingertip was tapping against her lips thoughtfully. Her gaze was still on my erection. Then her almond-eyed gaze flicked up to my face, and she smiled before turning out the door.

I watched her tight butt as she sashayed away.

“Ooh, what do we have here?” Amber squealed as she dropped to her knees and wrapped both hands around my cock, which was pointing at the ceiling. “I guess I should put this bad boy to use.”

Once again, she straddled me and slotted me into position.

Damn this felt good. I supposed I could live with being a man-slut.

***

FINALS (December 2001)

I sighed miserably and placed my face straight down into my textbook, my nose slotting into the groove down the middle of the open pages. Maybe if I concentrated hard enough the information would transmit itself to me by osmosis.

I didn’t even have Amber or E-Beth to help me out this time, since they didn’t share any classes with me. While E-Beth’s Chemistry major and Amber’s Pre- Med had quite a bit of overlap so that they could still be study-buddies, my Engineering major had me marooned on my own.

At least I was almost done with this. With job applications happening early next year, barely any potential jobs would give a rat’s ass about my Winter or Spring quarter grades.

“It doesn’t work that way,” came a familiar voice from the doorway.

I twisted my head so that my cheek was pressed against the plasticky page, still smelling of wood pulp and chemicals. Diane leaned against the door, wearing a light-cotton long-sleeved pajama set. On her short 5’0″ frame, the fabric practically swallowed her whole. “What?” I asked.

“Osmosis. Doesn’t actually work. Believe me, I’ve tried it.”

I groaned, “Me, too. But I figure, maybe one day it WILL work…”

Diane motioned to my face. “Keep trying then,” she smirked. “But I think you’ll get chemical poisoning before any useful information passes through your cheek.” She walked over and sat down on my bed in a cross-legged position and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

My perpetually oversexed mind immediately noticed that Diane wasn’t wearing a bra. With the winter cold, her nipples were hard and her arms were pulling the pajama top tight against her breasts. I looked lower, between her spread legs, and briefly wondered what treasures lay there as well.

All türkçe bahis this passed in a fraction of a second and then Diane was asking, “So which final do you have tomorrow?”

“Advanced Fluid Dynamics,” I groaned and then finally sat up. I rolled my neck around a few times trying to work out the muscle kinks that inevitably build up when you’re hunched over a desk for hours on end.

“Ooh, that looks painful. Come over here,” Diane ordered, waving me towards her.

“Huh?”

“C’mere,” she gestured again.

I stood and walked the three steps to my bed, where Diane turned me and sat me down on the floor in front of her so that I was leaning back against my bed frame. And then her small, but strong, hands immediately went to work massaging my shoulders.

“Oh, wow…” I sighed happily and sagged back against the frame. Diane was a compact delight of pressure and form as she squeezed and rubbed and generally worked her wizardry from my neck all the way out to both biceps.

She worked me for five minutes, just chatting about campus gossip before she announced. “Okay. My turn.”

I heard her shuffling around on the bed while I got up and turned around to switch places with her. But then I saw that she was facedown across my mattress and lying comfortably with her head pillowed on her arms. But more importantly, she was now topless, her naked back an unbroken canvas of light tan smoothness and supple musculature.

“Uh, Diane?” I ventured.

“C’mon. Amber promised that you could help de-stress me from my finals.”

This made a certain logical sense. After all, Amber REALLY liked me giving her massages. What woman doesn’t?

“C’mon man-slut. Don’t tell me a little skin has got you shy.”

Ooh, a jab at my ego. With a mild adrenaline boost I mounted the bed and then straddled Diane’s tight backside. I was tall enough that my crotch didn’t press against her ass or anything, lest she realize that she was already having some effect on my lower appendages. And so I went to work on her muscles.

“Mmm…” Diane hummed as I went to work on her. For the next ten minutes, I passed completely beyond neck massages and worked my way across her shoulders, down both arms, wriggling out her hands and fingers, and of course down to Diane’s lower back. My fingertips were getting dangerously close to her breasts on each side and to her butt-cheeks, but I stayed within my own self- imposed boundaries.

By the time I was done, Diane was a puddle on the blanket.

“I am so jealous…” Diane purred when I moved off of her and sat on the mattress with my feet on the floor. “Amber gets those whenever the hell she wants.”

“Yes, she does.”

Diane half-turned her torso, covering her breast with one arm as she twisted around to look at me. “Well, as I understand it, she also has a special way of thanking you for your efforts.”

My mind immediately flashed to Amber’s idea of thanking me. It usually involved my dick in her mouth. “Uh, yeah, she does. But that’s between me and her.”

“Oh, it’s not a secret,” Diane smiled. “We’re her friends; she tells us everything. And really, fair is fair. You did give me a wonderful massage.” And with that, Diane sat up and dropped her arms away from her chest. Her tits were petite but curvy, just like the rest of her. B-cups if I had to guess. And they stood off from her chest with rock-hard firmness and her nipples were even harder now than before. She slipped off the bed and moved around to kneel in front of me, her hands going to my own loose pajama pants.

“Uh, Diane! Diane.” I gripped her wrists before she managed to drag my pants down. “You really don’t have to do anything. I mean, uh, you gave me a massage first. So we’re even.”

My hands had gone slack around her wrists, and before I could tighten them, she jerked my pants down and exposed my hard erection out into the cool night air. Her head bent over it, with her eyes swiveling up into mine.

“What? You don’t want me to?”

I’d gotten a new grip on her wrists, so tiny and thin in my meaty paws. So she wasn’t moving anywhere. “Of course I want you to. That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” She exhaled loudly, a warm and moist puff of air that grazed over my purplish head.

“Amber. I can’t do this to Amber.”

“Why not? It’s not like you haven’t fucked other girls.”

“Well, Amber’s always there WITH me,” I reasoned.

“Not E-Beth. You’ll fuck her alone.”

“Well, that’s different. E-Beth and I… we go way back.”

Diane sighed, her exhalations once again flitting over the head of my cock which was only trying to get itself inside of her mouth, twitching angrily at me. “Fine, fine. I get it. You don’t want to feel like you’re cheating on her.” She leaned away from me and this time I let her wrists go.

She stood up and grabbed her top, hurriedly pulling it over her torso with a disgruntled look on her face. “Some man-slut you turned out to be.”

“Diane…” I pleaded. She was a roommate and I didn’t want to have güvenilir bahis siteleri awkward tension between us for the rest of the year.

She waved me off and headed for the door. “Just…” She turned and held up both hands, palms forward in a ‘slow-down’ gesture. “Just gimme a minute.” And then she was gone.

I sighed and then fell back, my feet on the ground but the rest of me flung spread eagle across my mattress. Had I just totally screwed up a friendship? But it wasn’t my fault, was it? She’d come on to me and I’d tried to handle things as diplomatically as possible.

My mind was still running around in circles trying to rationalize what had happened when two figures appeared in my doorway. My head shot up and the first thing I saw was Amber, her arms crossed and an annoyed expression on her face. Diane was right behind.

“You think Diane’s pretty, right?” My girlfriend asked.

I blinked rapidly, momentarily confused. As such, I didn’t answer right away.

“You think she’s fuckable?” Amber continued.

“Uh, well, yeah.”

“Then FUCK her already! Damn!” Amber spat in frustration. “She’s done nothing but bitch about her finals for the last two days. A girl needs to de-stress a bit, you know? And me, too!” Amber threw up her hands and looked at me threateningly. “Now I have to go study for my final tomorrow. I DO NOT want Diane to come knocking on my door again, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” I held up my hands in a surrendering motion.

“Good.” Amber spun and started out the door. She stopped next to Diane and looked at her roommate. “Don’t wear him out. I’m going to need him later tonight when I get through Chapter 30.”

And with that, my girlfriend was gone.

Diane stepped back into my room, a smile on her face as she reached down and whipped her pajama top back off.

As for me, I’d never gotten around to pulling my pants back up. So I was still naked from the waist down as she approached.

“Now where were we?” Diane mused as she settled to her knees. I’d lost my erection completely while Amber was yelling at me. But watching Diane’s tits barely even wiggle as she moved was putting some new lead in my pencil.

“Hi,” she said to my dick. “Remember me?” And then she sucked me into her mouth.

“Oh, shit…” I groaned. In surrender, I fell onto my back across the mattress, my arms limp and to the sides behind my head. Diane simply worked her way up and down my cock with comfortable ease, going slowly and experimenting as she played with it for the first time.

She didn’t bring me off. Instead, after toying with me at the edge of orgasm for almost ten minutes, Diane stood up, shucked the rest of her pajamas, and then got onto all fours on my bed.

“Come fuck me, David. I want you in my tight little pussy. I am just soooo stressed out, I haven’t been fucked since last quarter, and I need relief.”

For a second I thought of Amber. But then with a what-the-hell expression, I got up and stood on the floor behind the little Asian pixie. She was so petite that for a second I worried about breaking her. There was almost no padding on her thighs and her butt was almost invisible. And with her bare-shaven pussy, she looked almost illegally too young. But there was no mistaking the wet pink center spreading open for me. And Diane was already blindly reaching back for me impatiently.

I leaned in, aiming my cock for her right hand. Diane giggled when her fingertips brushed up against it, and she quickly fisted my rod, giving it a couple of quick jerks before aiming it at her pussy. “Got you now.”

“You got me?” I challenged. And in a quick motion, I brushed her hand off, pushed my mushroom head into her folds, and then gripped her hips to skewer her in one powerful thrust.

At least, that was the idea. I gripped her hips and slammed my own forward, but I only managed to wedge myself in a couple of inches. Good freakin’ lord this girl was tight!

Still, it was enough to cause a howl from Diane that surely alerted my girlfriend that I was carrying out her orders. And so mid-thrust I changed the driving force in my legs to steady pressure instead of a violent lunge. And inch by inch, I was sinking deeper into her.

“Oh, FUCK! David! You feel so good inside me! More! More!”

I did my best to comply, but there was only so far I could go. There was still an inch or two outside when I felt the unique sensation of my head bumping against the narrowing of her cervix. The little five-foot pixie was small and short almost everywhere. For a brief, perverted second, I wondered if this was what screwing a young teenager would have felt like.

“So fucking big!” Diane gasped when I stopped. And then she was pulling away from me to initiate the next pumping cycle. “Stretch my little cunny,” she pleaded.

It was slow going at first, her tight constriction making it impossible to thrust any faster. But the longer we kept going the wetter she got and the more she was able to stretch out and accommodate my thickness.

“Oh… oh… oh…” Diane chanted constantly in a quiet voice, simply overwhelmed by the sensations. I delighted in hearing her sounds gradually speeding up and increasing in pitch the longer we went on, until her oh’s became ai’s. “Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai!”

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What’s up, people? I smile to myself as I greet before this way, instead of saying As Salam Alaikum, the typical Muslim greeting. I blame my lover Stefano Saint-Mathieu for that. The tall, burly and roughly handsome Haitian has a certain effect on me, what can I say? The things I do for love, I guess. My name is Maimuna Jibril and I’m a tall, curvy and sexy, 36-year-old ( in a couple of months I will be 37 ) Somali Muslim immigrant woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got another extremely hot story to share with you.

The other day, Stefano and I went to the City of Gatineau, Quebec, and visited the Canadian Museum of Civilizations. Truth be told, I was nervous about going into the region of Quebec because French Canadians, unlike the rest of Canada, are quite outspoken in their hatred for visible minorities, especially Muslims. Now, don’t get me wrong, white Canadians of all stripes hate minorities, and hide it behind their fake smiles but French Canadians are very open about it.

I’m a Hijab-wearing and dark-skinned woman with a foreign accent, Quebec definitely isn’t the place for me. Stefano told me that it was time to face my fears, and promised me that he’d protect me if things got dicey. I was still nervous but with Stefano’s assurances, I decided to take a chance. Life’s a risk, after all. Might as well live a little instead of playing it safe all the damn time. Don’t you agree?

Stefano was born on the island of Haiti and raised in provincial Ontario, Canada. The brother speaks English and French without any discernible accents. He’s as Canadian as anyone. Me? I feel awkward at times. The French I learned from my cousins in the Republic of Djibouti is quite different from what Canadians speak. I speak Parisian French and it’s completely and utterly different from Quebecer French, which is hard on my ears, to tell you the truth.

Hand in hand, Stefano and I boarded the number eight OC Transpo bus at the Rideau Shopping Center and sat in the middle. The bus ride from downtown Ottawa to Gatineau didn’t take long, and the Museum of Civilizations was right there on the border between the small town of Gatineau, Quebec, and the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I smiled to myself, and felt contentment and peace as Stefano took my hand and brought it to his lips. The Haitian stud is so romantic, quite unlike the Somali guys I grew up.

As güvenilir bahis a Muslim woman, raised in Somalia, an Islamic country, I’m not used to romance. I’m not saying that we Muslims don’t love, we’re as human as anyone else. I’m just saying that in Islamic countries, the rules of behavior for men and women are strict, and prevent us from doing certain things. Marriages are arranged, and dating isn’t something that we do. I was wedded to my long-dead husband Ali and produced a daughter, Amina, whom I loved, but I never felt romantic love for my husband although I cared about him.

Romantic love isn’t something that Muslim women living in predominantly Islamic countries dare think of as their daily reality. It’s not that Muslim men are hard and unfeeling, it’s just that they’re brainwashed by all the strict rules of Islam. It’s so sad, really. Islamic rules set up barriers between men and women, and prevent us from making true connections. That’s just the way of things in Muslim countries, from Bangladesh to Somalia, from Saudi Arabia to Iran. Welcome to our world.

Stefano loves me and makes me feel alive like never before. Small wonder I fell in love with him, even though Stefano is 27 years old, almost a decade younger than me, and a lapsed Christian, while I’m 36 years old and a practicing Muslim. Stefano calls me his Somali goddess, his chocolate MILF, and I find this Frat-type talk endearing rather than annoying or demeaning. The lad clearly cherishes me, and I thank my lucky stars that the two of us met.

The OC Transpo bus crossed the bridge separating Quebec from Ontario, and I looked at the water underneath us. It was around noon, and the sun was high in the sky on this frosty day in late February. We got off at the Museum, and went there. Once we got there, Stefano took out his CIBC debit card and paid for our tickets, then we went inside.

Proudly, I linked my arm with Stefano’s as we walked around the museum. The exhibits were lovely, filled with everything from Aboriginal Canadian artworks to European artifacts, African sculptures and ancient Egyptian artifacts. I smiled to myself as I recognized a piece from Northeast Africa. I’m a Muslim woman, and Islam is the only religion I follow, though I have some basic respect for Christians and Jews.

Still, I was quite familiar with the Animist beliefs that some people in the land türkçe bahis of Ethiopia, particularly the Oromo people, still practice to this very day. Ethiopians are predominantly Orthodox Christians and we Somalis are predominantly Sunni Muslims so we don’t get along but I know a lot about their culture. Plus, lots of Somalis live in Ethiopia. Long before the Abrahamic religions began spreading around the Middle East and the vastness of Africa, we Africans had our own faiths. Cool, I find that very interesting. I’m not changing my religion, though.

Stefano Saint-Mathieu and I walked around the Museum of Civilizations, and just as I expected, most of the visitors were white, even though I saw a few Asians and Arabs here and there. I think Stefano and I were the only black visitors, even though I saw quite a few black security guards and black staff workers in uniform. I guess some things never change in Canada, no matter what part of it you’re in. Still, I enjoyed the hell out of my visit, though.

Exactly three hours later, Stefano and I left the Canadian Museum of Civilizations, and boarded the red and white OC Transpo bus going back to the City of Ottawa. We left Quebec behind, and once we got home, I took Stefano and thanked him properly for a wonderful afternoon. First, I fed him some of my delicious Lahooh with Suqaar and eggs, along with salty buttered rice, goat meat and we washed it all down with some cold Pepsis.

Afterwards, Stefano and I went straight to the bedroom, for my Haitian stud was hungry for my Somali pussy after tasting my cuisine. I lay on the bed, clad in my bra, panties and Hijab, since I know this wickedly naughty combination of outfits turns Stefano on like crazy. The Haitian stud’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when I spread my thick, shapely thighs invitingly, exposing a very obvious target. I winked at Stefano, and the horny young man came to me.

I took Stefano’s handsome face in my hands and kissed him, then he began sucking on my tits while fondling them. Off came my bra, and Stefano pulled off my panties, then buried his face between my legs. I licked my lips as Stefano began munching on my pussy. As per his request, I hadn’t washed my cunt when I showered this morning. Stefano tells me that he likes the natural scent of a woman’s pussy. I found that weird, but I indulged my sexy Haitian lover. Also, Stefano is güvenilir bahis siteleri really into hairy pussies. Mine is pretty hairy and I once felt bad about that because Islamic culture requires women to shave off all body hair below the neck. Well, I threw away my razor because Stefano likes my hairy self. This young Haitian man accepts me with all of my flaws. How could I not love him?

Stefano licked my pussy, teasing my clit with his tongue while his agile fingers wormed their way into my cunt. I cried out in pleasure, for I really, really liked what he was doing to me. My dead husband Ali never licked my pussy. In the isolated Somali village where I grew up, by some miracle I was spared the horror of excision, and my husband thought I was a freak. Most Somali women are circumcised, a barbaric practice which needs to end. I’m one in a million, a Somali woman who is “unmodified”.

Stefano finished licking my sweet, hairy pussy, and then turned me around. First, Stefano kissed my thick, round and juicy Somali derriere, and then he began licking my asshole after I spread my ass cheeks for him. Eating female ass, lots of men find that disgusting but Stefano turned me onto it. Now I can’t get enough of it, and I absolutely love it when Stefano sticks his tongue into the forbidden depths of my asshole. I swear, I like having my ass licked more than my pussy. This delights my sweet Stefano since the Haitian stud is an ass man in every way!

After giving my pussy and asshole a tongue bath, Stefano and I moved onto more fun stuff. Aloe cream got my ass lubricated nicely enough, and then I got on all fours. Stefano got behind me, and pressed his dick against my asshole. Slowly, carefully, Stefano pushed his dick into my ass. I love anal sex, I’m a Somali Muslim woman and I don’t care who knows it. The feel of Stefano’s dick in my asshole was deliciously painful, and I absolutely loved it. Stefano fucked my ass with gusto, and I rocked against him, grinding my big butt against his groin, until he came inside of me in an explosion of power and passion.

Stefano and I lay in each other’s arms after fucking, or lovemaking, whatever you want to call it. I do love these special moments, after banging, when we’re just lying there and talking. I care for Stefano a lot, and I’m honestly falling in love with him, even though our passion for each other kind of scares me sometimes. Stefano wants to introduce me to his family, and I’m scared shitless about that prospect. Still, I’m done living cautiously. I want to be loved, and feel alive, and I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Wish me luck.

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Chapter 1

My wife Leanne and I were in our mid 50s when we were lucky enough to sell our plumbing business and house in the city and retire. We already had a house out in the country, about three hours drive away, so we had decided to move out there. We still wanted a place to stay in the city every now and then when we wanted to visit friends and family.

My wife’s mother had lost her husband about 15 years ago and was still living in their large family home, so she had lots of space. We moved a bed and some furniture into one of her spare rooms so we could stay a couple of nights every month or so.

My mother in law, Joan was thrilled to have someone in the house because she was quite lonely. Leanne was happy as well because she was getting a bit worried about her mum’s state of mind. Joan was 75 but otherwise still in good health. I have always got along with her so I was happy with the arrangement.

Chapter 2

The first time we stayed it was midsummer and in the middle of a heat wave. The house isn’t air-conditioned and was very hot, so we slept on top of the covers with our bedroom door open to let some breeze through.

Joan was an early riser like myself but these days Leanne likes to sleep till about 8 am and doesn’t appreciate getting woken up early.

The first morning we stayed over, Joan was at our door at 6.30am asking if we wanted a cup of coffee. I was awake but it woke Leanne and she was a bit grumpy about it and asked her mum not to wake her up so early.

Well the next morning the same thing, Joan at our door at about 6.30am asking if we wanted coffee. This made Leanne even grumpier with her. We were driving home later that day and Leanne was complaining about how her mum kept coming in and waking her up.

I suggested “Well, we could just lock the door.”

“No, it’s too damned hot at the moment, maybe you should just sleep with your cock flopped out your boxers like you normally do, that might scare her off.”

“Probably give her a heart attack,” I suggested.

We both laughed and didn’t mention it again.

After she had said that though, I couldn’t get the thought of flashing my cock to Joan out of my head.

Probably the only time I had ever thought of her in a sexual nature was nearly 35 years ago. It was when Leanne and I were dating, I would have been about 20 at the time. It was in their previous home that was much smaller than the house Joan has now. I was sleeping over at her place, on the couch of course. I got up through the night to go to the toilet and the toilet door was opposite Leanne’s parent’s bedroom. The door was open and I just happened to look in and there was Joan in the half light, completely naked and standing at the end of the bed. When my eyes eventually moved up from her black hairy bush, to her breasts then to her face she was looking straight at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, she didn’t move, then I did the polite thing and went into the bathroom. When I came out the door was closed. I have no idea what she was doing. I jerked off to the vision of her naked for quite some time after that.

So I reasoned if I gave Joan a quick flash I would be repaying the favour from all those years ago. She probably hadn’t seen a cock for over 15 years. Anyway, the real purpose was to discourage her from coming in and waking Leanne in the morning. If I got a cheap thrill out of it, that was a bonus.

Over the next few weeks I went through various scenarios. The bedroom was quite small and the foot of the bed faced the door. With the door on my side of the bed it was perfect. I tossed up between just a little knob peeking out, the whole cock, but finally decided to go the full monty with cock and balls out the leg of my boxers. I even rehearsed at home setting up my phone to take pictures from approximately where Joan would be standing at the door. I settled on lying on my back, slightly turned away from Leanne, cock and balls out the leg of my boxers, lower leg pulled up so my cock would lay along my leg. If I draped my arm over my face I would be able to peek out under my arm to see the bottom half of the doorway but Joan would not be able to see that I was awake. After some experimenting l got the position just right. Whether my cock would be hard, semi or soft would just depend on the day. I was also going to prop up my phone on the bedside table and set it to record so I could see Joan’s reactions.

It was 3 weeks before we went back to Joan’s place and I was getting very excited about carrying out my scheme.

The day before we left I gave myself a good close trim around the privates. Leanne wasn’t suspicious of this because I like to wear a cock ring on occasions these days and sometimes a ball ring. I am getting older and it’s good to be able to keep a nice hard cock for longer. You don’t want much hair when you wear those. A close trim keeps the hair out the way without all the maintenance and itching of shaving or waxing.

Chapter 3

We arrived at Joan’s in the late afternoon, had dinner and watched a bit of TV. When we went to bed that night I made sure maltepe escort to wear my most loose fitting boxers. The weather had cooled a little so we slept under a sheet but still left the door open for a bit of breeze.

I woke before the sun came up because I was so excited about the thought of flashing Joan my cock. I set up my phone to record and hitched up my boxers and got in my planned position with cock and balls out. I am uncut and I know from Leanne that her father was circumcised. When she first saw my cock she had said she had seen her father’s by accident once and it was different to mine. So I decided to leave my foreskin over my cock head just for a bit of novelty value. I don’t know if Joan had ever seen an uncircumcised cock before or one with all the hair trimmed off.

It must have been about 20 minutes before I heard Joan moving around. I kept the sheet partially over me just in case I wanted to chicken out or if Leanne woke up, though she is usually a heavy sleeper.

I lay perfectly still looking under my arm at the bottom of the doorway waiting for Joan to appear. My cock was slightly firm laying on my leg in anticipation. It seemed like an eternity but eventually Joan’s feet appeared at the door, I heard a slight noise as if she was about to say something then stopped herself, then she moved away. Well she had definitely got an eyeful and a fright. I decided to keep still just in case and maybe 30 seconds later I saw her come back to the doorway. She didn’t move, she was obviously having a good perv at my cock.

Wow, I could almost feel my 75 year old mother in law’s eyes on my cock. Then I began to feel the blood start flowing. I am thinking if I get an erection while she is watching she will know this was on purpose, but I have no control over it. I can feel my foreskin starting to roll back off my knob as my cock starts to lengthen. Now I am starting to panic. My balls start to tighten, my cock starts to move.

Then I hear Leanne say “God mum, what time is it?”

I can hear the panic in Joan’s voice as she stammers “Oh, ah, I was just seeing if you were ready for a coffee.”

“No mum, it’s too early, I just want to sleep a bit more. Maybe Rob wants one.”

Leanne obviously hadn’t seen what was going on. I didn’t want Leanne to know I was flashing my cock to her mum, even though she suggested it I am sure she was just joking. I was also sure Joan didn’t want Leanne to know she was standing there perving on her husband’s dick. While they were talking I took this as my cue to pretend to wake up. So as casually as possible I rolled over a bit, pulled the sheet over me, yawned and opened my eyes. Just as well Joan had been distracted because now I had a full on erection.

Joan looked at me and asked rather meekly, “Would you like a coffee?”

I replied, “Yeah, thanks, that would be nice.”

At that moment Leanne said, “Well I’m going back to sleep.”

With that she rolled away from me taking the sheet with her and pulling it off me. There I was with my cock exposed again and standing to full attention. I looked at Joan, she looked at me, we both looked at my cock. I tried to pull the sheet back over me but it was wrapped around Leanne. So I very clumsily grabbed it and stuffed it back in my boxers. It was out of sight but still making quite a tent.

I looked at Joan and with a pleading look on my face and mouthed the word “Sorry.”

She just looked at me with this sort of a half smile and said very quietly, “I’ll get you your coffee.”

Then she had a quick glance at my tent, turned and went to the kitchen.

That was all way more than I bargained for. I got up, grabbed my phone to stop the recording and went out to the kitchen. Joan was there making the coffee.

I said “Hey Joan, I am really, really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to give you a fright like that.”

“No, no, that was my fault, I shouldn’t just come barging into your bedroom like that.”

“It’s OK, it’s your house. We should keep our door closed anyway,” I offered.

“No, I know that rooms’ a bit hot and stuffy so no need.”

” Well a least I should probably wear something other than boxers to bed when we’re here, they don’t keep much in.”

“No, they don’t do they,” Joan replied with a hint of a smirk.

“Look,” I said “I do enjoy my early morning coffee, but Leanne really does prefer to sleep in a bit. So if we just try not to wake her up it’s fine.”

“Sure,” she said.

Then we had our coffee and just talked about other things as if nothing had happened.

After coffee I went to the bathroom and checked out the video. Joan’s initial reaction when she first looked in was definitely shock and she moved away quickly. When she came back the second time you could see she looked in cautiously at first but then she just stared at my cock until Leanne spoke. Then there was panic on her face. When the sheet came off my erect cock you could see her eyes move from my cock to my face, then that little smirk when I mouthed my apology. I had a raging hard on and had a quick wank and shot the biggest escort maltepe load I have done for a long time.

The next morning I woke early and made sure I was covered this time. About 6.30 Joan cautiously poked her head around the corner of the door and very quietly asked if I wanted coffee.

I said “Yes please,” and got out of bed to join her in the kitchen.

“Thanks for not waking Leanne, and I made sure there was no floor show this morning.”

She just kind of giggled and said “Oh well.”

I didn’t quite know what to make of that and a bit of a silence followed before she changed the subject and the morning continued as normal.

We went home that day and that night I was still so horny thinking about Joan looking at my cock and maybe she actually enjoyed it. I fucked Leanne with a lot more vigor than usual that night, so much so she asked what had gotten into me.

Chapter 4

Our next trip to Joan’s was a month later. It was a bit of a rush and we were only staying one night. I had had her “Oh well,” comment in my head since the last trip. Was she just making a bit of a joke or was she disappointed there was no show. I wasn’t really game enough to take it any further and I had been feeling a bit guilty as well. I had even decided to bring some more modest long pyjama pants.

In the morning at about 6.30 Joan looked into our bedroom. I was awake and sitting up playing on my phone with my pyjama pants on. As usual Joan asked if I wanted coffee but I think I noticed a hint of disappointment on her face. I got up and had coffee with her but that was all.

Chapter 5

We were staying for 2 nights next time and it had been my birthday in between visits. When we arrived in the early evening Joan had put on a nice dinner for my birthday. After dinner she handed me a small gift wrapped package.

She seemed really nervous but said, “Just a little gift for your birthday.”

I tore open the wrapping and pulled out a pair of black satin boxer shorts.

“I hope they’re not too big, wasn’t sure of your size,” Joan explained.

Leanne said “It’s OK mum, we can exchange them if they don’t fit.”

Obviously Leanne had no idea of the significance of this gift.

I said “Thank you,” to Joan then leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Perfect to sleep in.”

When I sat back down Joan had a cheeky little grin on her face.

Well it is now very obvious that Joan would be happy to see more of my cock. I put the new boxers on to go to bed. They were a little big for me but I think that was very intentional on Joan’s behalf. Next morning I sat myself up in bed with my legs spread apart and my cock out the very loose leg of my new boxers. I played on my phone while waiting for Joan to appear. I was in a game and looked up and there was Joan standing in the doorway quietly staring between my legs.

She noticed me now seeing her and just smiled and said, “Ready for our coffee?”

“Yeah,” I replied and got out of bed and followed her to the kitchen.

Joan just started with small talk and put the coffee on.

The following morning I slept a bit later and when I woke Joan was already standing in the doorway but didn’t say anything. She just stood there with what was not quite a demanding look but certainly an expectant look on her face . Now I had a nice wake up hard-on. Leanne refused to have sex when we were at her mum’s house. So I adjusted my boxers so it was sticking out the fly, then threw the sheet off. I laid there with my rock hard cock standing to full attention.

She smiled and looked quietly for maybe half a minute then said, “I’ll put the coffee on.”

I still had a raging erection so I went to the bathroom and jerked off before going out to the kitchen.

Joan set the coffee out and said, “That feel better?”

Did she know I had just gone and shot a load off in the bathroom?

I was a bit put off guard and just dumbly said, “Ah, yes thanks.”

“That’s good, what do you feel like for breakfast this morning?”

When we left that day I gave Joan a peck on the cheek and said, “Thanks for the new boxers.”

“That’s OK, they look good on you.”

Then gave me a little grin.

On the drive home Leanne mentioned, “Looks like mum has finally got the idea and stopped waking me up at such an unearthly hour.”

“Yeah, I had a word to her and we have come to an arrangement.”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“Nothing really, I just get up and have a coffee with her and leave you to sleep.”

I could hardly say “Well if I show her my cock she leaves you alone.”

It was going to be a break of 6 weeks till our next visit. A couple of weeks before we were due to come down Joan called Leanne’s mobile, she was out in the garden so I picked up.

“Hi Joan.”

She was a bit surprised at me answering.

“Oh Rob, I thought I called Leanne, Hi.”

“She’s out in the garden, do you want me to go get her?”

“No, that’s alright, I’ll call later, was just calling to have a chat. When are you maltepe escort bayan coming to stay again?”

“Should be the weekend after next I think, but check with Leanne.”

“Seems like you haven’t been here for ages.” She paused a bit then added more quietly, “I miss our coffee mornings.”

“Me too, don’t worry, you will see me again soon,” I ventured knowing full well what she was referring to.

“Well I’m looking forward to seeing you,” she replied.

“Well just as long as you’re not seeing too much of me.”

“Oh no, the more I see of you the better.”

Just then Leanne walked in so I said “Leanne’s just come in so I will hand you over, bye.”

“OK, bye, see you soon,” Joan answered.

I handed the phone over to Leanne. Phew, that conversation left nothing in doubt without actually saying what it was really about. That convinced me that I should go ahead with what I had been thinking about, which was to see if she would like me to play with my cock for her.

Chapter 6

The time seemed to drag but eventually we headed back to Joan’s. I made sure I brought my new boxers with me and wore them to bed that night.

I woke quite early because I was so excited. I sat up in bed with my phone and with my cock out the leg of my boxers. Sure enough, Joan appeared at the door but didn’t ask if I wanted coffee. We looked at each other for a moment then her eyes went to my boxers. My cock was semi hard, so I tentatively reached down and grabbed it and slowly started to stroke it. Joan looked transfixed so I continued slowly stroking.

It got nice and hard real fast. I slid my foreskin up and down so my cock head appeared and disappeared. Joan just continued to stare but now she lent against the doorway. I looked to check Leanne was still fast asleep then started to stroke with more pace. I pulled my t-shirt up my chest to make way for the imminent load of cum. I spurted several loads of cum over my stomach. I looked to my dressing table for something to clean up with but there was nothing obvious.

Joan put up her hand and mouthed

, “Wait.”

Then she disappeared. I heard water running in the bathroom. She seemed to be taking ages and I was nervously keeping an eye on Leanne because it would be hard to explain me sitting there with my cock out, cum all over me and the door open. She eventually returned with a washcloth, walked in and handed it to me then went back to the door. She had even warmed the washcloth for me. I cleaned myself up while Joan stood there watching.

When I was done she said, “Coffee?”

I nodded and smiled.

I got up and went out to join Joan in the kitchen carrying the cum covered washcloth.

Joan said, “You can drop that in the wash basket.”

I went to the laundry and did as instructed. I returned to the kitchen then she just asked what our plans were for the day.

Leanne and I went out with friends that evening and got back quite late. So I didn’t wake that early. When I did, I looked and saw Joan at the door. She had one hand on her hip and looked just a little impatient. Then I saw she was holding a washcloth in her other hand. I thought, wow, she is really liking this, but so was I, so why not. I sat myself up, pulled the sheet to one side and pulled my soft cock out of my boxers. I had just started stroking it to attention when Leanne started to stir. I quickly covered myself and Joan disappeared. Leanne got up and went for a pee then got back in bed and rolled over to go back to sleep. Joan came back a few minutes later but now I was worried about getting caught. We had been lucky so far.

I said quietly, “I’ll get up.”

Joan left then and I went for a pee myself before heading to the kitchen.

Joan was sitting on a stool at the kitchen bench and I noticed the washcloth sitting neatly folded on the bench.

She just said, “You can do it here.”

I was shocked to say the least. It wasn’t an order but it was certainly said like there was no question about it.

Taken aback I just said, “What?”

She pointed to my groin, “You know, with your thingy, make the stuff come out the end, like yesterday.”

Now that was language I hadn’t heard before but for some reason it went straight to my dick. She had probably never talked dirty in her life and either didn’t know the more appropriate words or was just too much of a prude to use them.

Where Joan was sitting she could see me and down the hall. Our bedroom was at the other end of the house so it was much safer. I pulled my boxers down so she had a full view and I started wanking my cock. As she was sitting and I was standing my cock was just about at her eye level and no more than 2 feet away. Neither of us said a word, me wanking my dick and Joan just watching intently. I was starting to go quicker as I was getting close to coming.

Joan unfolded the washcloth and laid it on the bench in front of me and said, “Put your stuff on this.”

I moved forward and lent against the edge of the kitchen bench which was just the right height to rest my balls on. I aimed my cock at the washcloth and let out a grunt as I shot several loads of cum. The first overshot the washcloth but the rest went on it. I squeezed the last few drips out and finished with a string of cum hanging from my cock to the washcloth.

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Both Marilyn and Robert couldn’t believe how relieved they felt after their first visit to the Abrams Health Institute. Both were unable to contain their smiles during the car ride home. They felt as if a great weight had been lifted.

Once inside the front door, Marilyn turned to her son and said, “Thank you so much for coming with me to the institute, sweetheart. I think the doctor really helped us. Don’t you?”

“Oh definitely mom,” He quickly replied. His mind still overcome with how exciting and erotic the visit to the institute was. “So, when can we go back?” His enthusiasm was difficult to hide.

“We made an appointment for the 20th. That’s two weeks from now.” Marilyn also sensed her son’s excitement and was happy with the success of the treatment. She too could not forget how sexually exciting it was to witness her son masturbating while being coached and encouraged by Dr. Abrams. Images of her son’s erect penis and his ejaculation were fresh in her mind.

“Why don’t you go and get cleaned up,” she requested, “I’m going to take a shower too then get dinner ready. Ok honey?”

Once in her bedroom, Marilyn quickly began removing her clothes down to her bra and panties, entered her master bathroom and turned on the shower. Just as she began to pull down her panties, she noticed how damp they were from the day’s excitement. Once naked, she began to shower.

As the warmth of the water began to relax her, Marilyn soaped her body. Her hands lingering slowly over her C-cup breasts, cupping them in her hands, pausing at her nipples, feeling them harden under her fingers. As she recalled the images of her son Robert stroking his penis, her hands moved down slowly towards her vagina. Marilyn couldn’t stop rubbing herself, the feelings of intense sexual excitement that had built up during the day had to be released. Just as she saw Robert’s orgasm, she needed one as well.

Marilyn couldn’t remember the last time she masturbated. She too did not want anyone to know she what she was doing, least of all Robert. Her sexual releases came few and far between. She had often thought of buying herself some toys, wondering what it would be like to hold a dildo or experience a vibrator, but couldn’t overcome her shyness to purchase one.

Instead, Marilyn used her hands, and tonight, they would be all she needed. Her hands now buried between her thighs, massaging her clitoris, exploring her inner lips, a loud moan escaped as her orgasm approached. “Ohhhhh, Robert!” bursa escort she yelled as she climaxed.

“Oh no,” she paused. Marilyn wasn’t sure what she had just said, or how loud she said it. She just had the most intense orgasm she could remember and then called out her son’s name in ecstasy. Quickly, she stepped out of the shower and dried, getting herself ready to prepare dinner for the both of them.

Meanwhile, Robert had stepped into the hallway bathroom and readied the shower. Once naked, he paused to admire himself in the mirror, feeling a new sense of pride and excitement having just come from the most incredible experience. Thinking of the recent events, his penis quickly grew. His hands moved down towards it, eager to stroke it again but he decided, “No, not yet.” He wanted to wait. Hoping, maybe, he might be able to enjoy it later with his mother, remembering what Dr. Abrams had asked. Robert jumped in the shower, hurrying to get ready for dinner.

His penis remained engorged and at full erection while he soaped his body. Again and again he just couldn’t resist fondling his genitals, giving them extra attention, giving his penis several strokes. Ultimately, he could not resist continuing to pleasure himself. Even with his monumental orgasm earlier in the day, he was overwhelmingly aroused.

Robert’s strokes became faster and faster as he gripped himself more firmly. He head of his penis, darkening in color, signaled his soon to be release. “Uh, uh, ummmph…” he moaned as he spurted his semen against the shower wall. The volume was nearly equal to his earlier ejaculation at the Institute. Each spurt decreasing in power, Robert continued to stroke himself, squeezing his penis and milking the last drops of cum.

Although relieved, Robert couldn’t help but think how much more exciting it would have been if his mother could have seen him. If only she was at the bathroom door, observing him, encouraging him, cheering him on. No, that would have to wait. “One step at a time,” he thought to himself. He finished showering and prepared for dinner with his mother.

During dinner, Marilyn and Robert happily chatted over small things, like food, Robert’s school, and his car, which seemed to remain in a permanent state of disrepair. Both of them were still unable to speak directly about the events earlier in the day. After some time, it was Robert who broke the silence, much to Marilyn’s relief.

“Mom, do you remember what Dr. Abrams said at the end, bursa escort bayan just before we left?” he asked.

“I’m not sure, honey. You mean about the next appointment?” Marilyn said, trying to conceal her true thoughts. Of course she knew what he meant.

“No, um… about the um, other thing. You know, about doing that exercise again?” Robert asked, desperately trying to overcome his shyness and remain focused on the clinical nature of the exercise, rather than his more lustful thoughts. “Dr. Abrams said we should do it again, but here… you know, at home. Do you remember?”

“Oh of course, sweetie. I remember now.” Marilyn added, feeling relief that she didn’t have to initiate the discussion. “Yes, Dr. Abrams said it would be good for us to do that again, and to talk about it. Do you mind talking about it with me honey?

“No,” he replied, “I think it feels good to talk about it with you. I don’t think I’m embarrassed anymore.”

“That’s wonderful to hear Robert,” Marilyn sighed in relief. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more open with you before about… you know, the birds and the bees. I guessed you’d just kind of figure it out on your own.”

“I think I would have been too embarrassed to talk about that stuff with you,” Robert admitted. “But now… after going to the institute… I just feel so much better.”

“Well, now that we can be more open about this, I want you to know that it’s ok for you to masturbate whenever you need to. I understand that you need relief and you don’t have to hide it anymore. I totally fine with it. I know that you’ve been doing that for a while, judging from the number of tissues you leave in your waste basket,” Marilyn grinned.

“Oh, sorry about that mom,” he replied.

“Hush now, no apologies,” she scolded. “Remember, we can be totally open about this now, ok?”

“Yeah mom.”

“So Robert, I guess I want to ask you… um, … what kinds of things do you usually masturbate to? You know, what turns you on?” she asked.

“Well, um… I guess I’ve always liked reading stories on the internet,” he said.

“What kinds of stories, honey? Erotic stories?”

“Yeah. Stories that usually have a young man and an older woman,” he confessed.

“Really? Well, I guess that does explain the video you were watching when I walked in on you. Doesn’t it?” Marilyn remembered quite vividly the scene of an older, mature woman, dressed as a schoolteacher, on her knees, actively sucking on the penis of escort bursa a young male student.

“Um, yeah. I remember,” he quietly admitted.

“So you also enjoy these videos as well? Just like the stories?” as she continued her questions.

“Yeah. I guess after I read some of the stories, I like to look for videos that remind me of them.”

“And then you masturbate to them?”

“Yes.”

Marilyn could feel herself getting more aroused after each probing question. She was not expecting Robert to be so forthcoming with his answers, but she was thoroughly enjoying this new openness. Each question brought her closer to her understanding her son. And with each new question, Robert felt more at ease and more comfortable revealing his thoughts. Thoughts that he held secret and private, he was able now to express them with his mother.

Robert loved the way his mother cared. She wasn’t angry at all. She was instead supportive and nurturing. She had a gentle way of asking these very private questions and made him feel safe. And Marilyn knew that he needed that. She wanted to be helpful and supportive. She wanted to reassure him that everything was alright. And thanks to the Abrams Institute, she had the confidence to do it.

“Well Robert,” she finally added, “I think it’s time we went to bed. Let’s talk more about this tomorrow. Ok honey?”

“Yeah. Thanks mom!” he said. “And if you want, um… maybe we can do that thing, um… you know… that Dr. Abrams said. You know, together? If you want?”

Robert found it difficult to get the words out. He wanted so desperately to masturbate again with his mother watching. His penis was hard and straining against his pants at the thought.

“Oh, you mean watch you again?” she asked him. Of course she knew exactly what he meant.

“Yeah.”

“Yes, honey. You’re right, Dr. Abrams did want us to repeat the exercise,” she responded. “Let’s try it tomorrow night. And if you want, I can try and find something on the internet for you to, … you know… to help you. How does that sound?”

Robert couldn’t believe his ears. Not only would he be able to masturbate again with his mother watching, but she would find something for him to get aroused and show him. She would be looking for porn, just for him! He was in heaven.

“Wow mom, that sounds great” he exclaimed. “I can’t wait!”

Marilyn found it difficult to contain her excitement. She thought how wonderful it would be to see Robert masturbating again, but this time, she would get to choose his masturbation material. The possibilities seemed endless. She couldn’t wait to begin her search. Tomorrow night would be another night to remember.

To be continued…

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