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Kocasiyla karisini Becerdik
Kocasiyla karisini Becerdik
Merhabalar ben Viyana’dan Tuncay alçı boya işleri yapıyorum bir gün bir daireyi boyamaya gitmiştim ev sahibi yeni evli bir çifti adam işten izin almış oda evdeydi karısı Nilay çok tatlı özelikle kalçaları çok harikaydı ben işe başladım işim dört gün sürerdi arada bir Nilay çay yapar oturur çayımızı beraber içer sohbet ederdik kocası o ben ama benim gözlerim hep Nilay’da idi işin üçüncü günüydü sabah kapıyı çaldım Kapıyı Nilay açtı Sanki bir yere gidecekmiş gibi süslenmişti üzerinde mini etek vardı bacakları harikaydı bembeyaz bacaklar kahvaltı yapmak için mutfağa girdik kocası masadaydı oturduk çayımı doldurdu yanıma oturdu ama çok yaklaştı yanıma bacakları bacaklarıma değiyordu Bir an utandım eşinin yanında sohbet esnasında eşi sence karım nasıl seksi buluyor musun dedi. Ben şaşırdım biraz durakladım Nilay neden sustun çirkin miyim yoksa dedi bende yok çok güzelsiniz dedim Nilay güzel olduğumu düşündüğünü biliyordum zaten dedi aletin dimdik olmuş beni sexsi bulmasa kalkmazdı dedi elini yarrağımın üstüne koydu dudaklarıma yapıştı bende bacaklarını okşamaya başladım. Kocası bizi izliyordu salona yatak odasının boyası bitmişti elimden tutu yatak odasına geçtik kocası da bizle beraber Nilay da bende soyunduk Nilayı yatağa yatırdım dudaklarından başlayıp öpücükler kondura kondura amına indim amını emmeye başladım o sırada kocasıda soyundu Nilayın dudaklarını emiyordu biraz öpüştükten sora yaranı azına verdi nilayın amı sırıl sıklam olmuştu kocası hadi sende artı geçir karıma dedi amını sana bırakıyorum dedi yaram taş gibiydi nilayın amına dayadım kafasını o ıslak amına sürtmeye başladım nilasok artık aşkım diyordu yavaşça girdim amına birkaç git gelden sonra tempoyu artırdı hızlı hızlı köküne kadar sokuyordu nilayın amı daha daracıktı çok tatlıydı yaramdan çok zevk aldı beliydi ben geçirdikçe daha bi iştahlanıyor. Kocasının yarana koparacak gibi saldırıyordu 3 dakika sonra kocası azına boşaldı ben sikmeye devam ediyordu 2 dakika sonrada ben amının içine boşaldım kocası karısının memelerini okşuyordu nilay doldu. Yaramı azına aldı çok geçmedi yine taş gibi oldu kocası karımı sandiviç yapalımı dedi nerdensikmek istersin dedi bende o güzel götünden sikeyim dedim kocası yata uzandı nila üstüne oturdu öne doru eyldi o harika kalçalar önümdeydigtünü okşadım biraz tükmükledim parmamın tekini soktom çok rahat girdi daha önce götünün sikildi beliydi iki parmamı soktum biraz yumuşatım götünü sora yaramı tükürükleyip götüna dayadım girerken biraz zorlandı kafası girmişti ar arakökledimsora hızhandık kocası altan ben arkadan zevkten çıldırıyodu nilay kocası boşaldi ben götünden cıktım kocası kaktı benlilayı tekrar domaltım o harika göt delini yalamaya başladım. Götünün yanaklarımı eöpüp okşadım soratekrar sikmeye başladım daracık sımsıcaktı götü 5 dakika sora boşaldım o gün nilayı iki kez daha sikti çok güzel bi gündü hala görüşüyoruz bir kaç haftada bir gurup terapisi yapıyoruz.

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Çeşme kaçamağı
Merhaba, önceki hikayenin üzerinden epey bir süre geçti ve yeni bir anımız oldu. Onu sizlerle paylaşacağım.

Kız arkadaşım Tuğçe cuma günü dırdır etmeye başladı. “Beni bir yerlere götürmüyorsun, hadi bir yerlere gidelim.” diye. Baktım susmayacak, tamam hadi hazırlan cumartesi günü çeşme’na götüreyim, 1 gece kalalım dönelim, denize girer eğleniriz dedim.

Kendisini cumartesi sabahı almaya gittiğimde ilk tartışmamızı yaşamıştık. El kadar etekle sokakta beni bekliyor, gelen geçen erkekler sevgilimi yiyecek gibi bakıyordu. Arabaya bindiği anda bağırmaya başladım, bu etekle ne sokağa çıkıyorsun? nerden aldın bunu, niye bu kadar mini etek aldın diye. Nerdeyse tüm yol boyunca kavga ettik.

Sonunda otele vardık ve arabadan inip otele girdik. Hâla çok sinirliydim ve kendisiyle konuşmuyordum. Oda özürler dilemekten yorulmuş vaziyette, sadece arkamdan kıvırtarak yürüyordu. Otelin lobisindeki resepsiyon gerekli bilgileri aldıktan sonra anahtarı verdi bana. Ben önden yürürken bir anda Tuğçe dönüp “beyfendi valizimi taşır mısınız?” dedi ve daha da sinirlendirdi beni. Sanki bana söyleyemez gibi gitti herife söyledi.

Asansöre bindiğimizde Tuğçe resepsiyonistin nerdeyse içine girmişti çünkü asansör küçücüktü. Ortamda Tuğçe’nin tatlı parfüm kokusu vardı. Asansörün kapısı açıldığında odaya doğru yürürken en önde Tuğçe, arkasında Tuğçe’nin kalçalarını izleyen resepsiyonist hemen arkasında onu seyreden ben vardım. Herif resmen sevgilimin kalçalarını izleye izleye yürüyordu. Sinirim daha da tepeme çıkmıştı.

Odaya girdiğimizde Tuğçe resepsiyonistin gözlerinin içine bakarak teşekkür etti ve bana kaş göz yaptı para vermem için. Resepsiyoniste resmen sevgilimin kalçalarını izlediği için para ödüyordum. İstemeye istemeye verdim parayı ve kendimi duşa attım sakinleşmek için.

Duştan çıktığımda karşımda Tuğçe bikinisiyle beni bekliyordu havuza gitmek için. Bikinisi tanga bikiniydi ve nerdeyse her şeyi apaçık ortadaydı.
Sen beni delirtmek mi istiyorsun diye kendisine bağırdım ama “ne olacak aşkım, güneşlenmem yanmam gerek, hem çeşme burası, ne olacak ki?” dedi.

Artık sadece sakinleşmek istiyordum ve havuza indik. Tuğçe oyun peşindeydi resmen. Hoşuna gidiyordu kendini izlettirmek. Havuza giderken güzel güzel öptü beni dudağımdan ve az da olsa gönlümü aldı.

Havuza geldiğimizde fark ettik ki, otelde bizden başka ya 1 ya 2 oda var. Bomboştu otel. Aslında biraz rahatlamıştım, en azından Tuğçe’yi dikizleyecek bir sürü tip yoktu ama bu seferde otel resepsiyonisti ve garsonlar çaktırmadan izliyordu onu. Oda göstermek istiyormuş gibi sürekli ayağa kalkıyor, yürüyor, telefonunu şarja takıyor. Bir şeyler yapıyor ve sonuçta o güzel götünü millete seyrettiriyordu. Onun kalçasını gören resepsiyonist ve garsonlar artık belli etmemeye çalışmayı bırakıp, ciddi ciddi izliyordu. Hatta bir kürt garsonun çaktırmadan fotoğraf çekmeye çalıştığını bile fark ettim. Akşam gidip 31 çekmek için sevgilimin fotoğrafı çekiliyordu ve ben sinirlenmiştim iyice.

Tuğçe’ye her ters bir şey söylediğimde sanki hiç bir şey olmamış gibi gelip dudaklarıma yapışıyor “aaa aşkım tatildeyiz lütfen huzurumuzu kaçırma seni seviyorum bitanemm” diye beni susturuyordu.

Bir süre sonra şezlongta uyuyakaldım. Ne kadar uyudum bilmiyorum ama uyandığımda bir baktım şezlongunun yanında garson ve resepsiyonistle kahkalarla sohbet ediyorlar.
Tuğçe kalk odaya gidiyoruz dedim hemen. “aa aşkım muhabbet ediyorduk cemal amca ve serhat abiyle” dedi.
Tuğçe hadi dedim ve Tuğçe toparlanmaya başladı. Cemal amca garson ve Serhat abide eşyalarını taşıyan resepsiyonistti. Onlara “kendinize iyi bakın kusura bakmayın benimki gergin bugün.” diyerek peşime takıldı.

Odaya girdiğimde ağzımı bıçak açmıyordu. Tamamen Tuğçe’yle konuşmayı kesmiştim. Çok sinirliydim. Oda sinirimi fark etti bir şey demedi artık.

Akşam arkadaşlarımızla dışarıda yemek yemeye gittik ve baya alkol aldık. Güzel bir gece geçirdik. Daha sonra otele gece 1 gibi geldik.

Geldiğimizde Tuğçe’de bende epey sarhoştuk. Hatta Tuğçe’in dekoltesi baya açılmıştı elbisesinden fakat kafamız o kadar iyiydi ki pek sallamadık.

Odamıza çıktıktan 5 dakika sonra kapı çaldı. Tuğçe kapıyı açtı ve “aa teşekkürler, buyrun buyrun sizde” dedi. “ben ne diyor bu kız ya?” demeden resepsiyonist serhat abi göründü.

İçeri girerken çok sarhoş olduğumuzu görüp bize kahve getirmiş. Tamam her şey hoş ama Tuğçe niye bu herifi içeri davet etti ki? Tuğçe yatağa, ben sandalyeye ve adam koltuğa oturdu, üçgen oluşturduk. Kahve içiyorduk ve Tuğçe’yle serhat abi sohbet ediyordu.

Tuğçe sohbet ederken sürekli frikik veriyordu, memeleri, bacakları, arada bir yatağa uzanıp kalkması falan. Resmen kur yapıyordu bilerek. Bir anda dönüp “yaa cemal amca nerde?” demez mi…
Serhat abi “çağırabilirim istersen” deyip telefona sarıldı ve onu da çağırdı.

5 dakika sonra kapı çaldı ve yine gidip Tuğçe açtı içeriye cemal amcayla geldiler…

Sohbet ederken bir anda konular cinselliğe geldi. Cemal amca ve Serhat abi türk kızlarının ne kadar kötü seks yaptıklarını, doğru düzgün sakso bile yapamadıklarını falan söyleyip gülüyorlardı. Tuğçe de sanki türk kızlarını savunurmuşcasına sürekli “hayır, sizin yaptıklarınız kötüdür, ben spermleri yutuyorum bile!!” diye savunuyordu. sevgilimi resmen oltaya getiriyorlardı.

“hadi be yapamazsın saçmalama” diyordu cemal amca. Tuğçe “gerçekten yapabilirim Birkan’a sorun.” diyordu
serhat abi “Birkan sevgilin senin, tabii ki evet dicek şimdi, biz nerden bilelim gerçeği?” dedi.

cemal amca hemen lafa atlayıp daha arkadan alan türk kızı bile görmedim dedi Tuğçe’ye. Tuğçe hemen “ya ben alabiliyorum, siz nasıl insanlarla seks yaptınız, saçmalamayın alakası yok türk kızlarıyla bunun.” falan dedi.
serhat abi hemen “görmeden inanmayız.” dedi.
Tuğçe “göstereyim o zaman” dedi ve bir anda ayağa kalktı. ben şok olmuştum.

en azından bana sorar diye beklemiştim ama Tuğçe direk Serhat’ın yanına gitti ve kemerini çözüp fermuarını açtı. önünde dizleri önünde eğildi ve serhat’ın boxerına elini sokup kıllı penisini çıkardı. önce eliyle biraz sıvazladı sonra ağzına almaya başladı.
resmen sevgilim önümde sakso yapıyordu başka bir adama ve başka bir adam da izliyordu.

adam nasıl sekssiz kaldıysa daha 1 dakika geçmeden sevgilimin kafasını penisine bastırdı bastırdı. Tuğçe öğürüyordu ama nafile adam kafasını kavramıştı Tuğçe’nin. sonunda bağıra bağıra Tuğçe’nin ağzına boşalttı hepsini.

Tuğçe ağzını penisten kaldırdı ve ağzının kenarlarını sildi eliyle. “bak gördünüz mü? hepsini yuttum!!” dedi ve yatağa oturdu.

cemal amca “yuttun ama arkadan alıp almadığını hâla göremedik.” dedi. Tuğçe “bekle o zaman cemal amca” dedi ve çantasının yanına gidip krem aldı. kremi cemal amcaya uzattı. “hadi bakalım, alabiliyormuymuşum gör!” dedi. Tuğçe kafasına koyduğunu yapar. ama kandırıyorlardı sevgilimi. salak sevgilim.

cemal amca yerinden kalktı ve Tuğçe’nin elbisesini çıkardı. en ufak bir öpüşme yoktu. adam sadece memelerini ellemişti Tuğçe’nin.
Tuğçe’nin o güzel götü ortaya çıkınca adam kremi Tuğçe’nin göt deliğine sürdü. iyice yedirdi. Tuğçeden inlemeler gelmeye başlamıştı. adam Tuğçe’yi yatağa götürüp domalttı. parmağını da sokuyordu adam arada.

sonra adam penisini çıkardı ve Tuğçe’nin ağzına doğru götürdü. Tuğçe “hayır seks yapmıyoruz, sadece sana alabildiğimi kanıtlıyorum hadi çek şu sikini ağzımdan götüme sok” dedi. adam sinirlendi ama belli etmedi ve Tuğçe’nin götüne götürdü sikini. kalçalarını iki yana ayırdı ve sertçe sıktı. bir tane tokat yapıştırdı götüne. Tuğçeden inleme geldi “ahh” diye.

Tuğçenin götünün deliğine skini yerleştirdi herif ve hafif hafif bastırmaya başladı. serhat izliyordu bu arada. adam yarağını ağzına almadığı için Tuğçeye öfkesini çıkarır gibi bir anda Tuğçenin götüne yarağı soktu. Tuğçe öyle bir bağırdı ki ben hayatımda böyle bir bağırış görmedim. yan odadakiler polis çağıracaklar diye çok korktum. Tuğçe deli gibi çığlık atıyordu ama cemal amca sevgilime hiç acımıyor köklüyordu. 1-2 dakika geçtikten sonra Tuğçenin bağırışları, ufak inlemelere yerini bıraktı. ufak ufak inliyordu artık Tuğçe. en sonunda cemal amca Tuğçenin kalçalarına deli gibi sarıldı ve kendisiyle bütünleştirdi. bağıra bağıra haykıra haykıra, Tuğçein götüne tokat ata ata boşalmaya başladı. tüm dölleri Tuğçenin götüne bırakmıştı. hatta bir kısmı Tuğçenin göt deliğinden dışarı akıyordu. Tuğçe yatağa gömülmüştü. kalkacak hali yoktu. bitikti. adam Tuğçenin üzerinden kalktı ve giyindi.

Tuğçe hala “bakın alabiliyormuşum dimi?” diye mırıldanıyordu. serhat abi Tuğçe’ye baktı ve “bende girebilir miyim?” dedi. Tuğçe “hayır ben bittim, istemiyorum gidin artık odadan”. dedi ve odadan çıktı adamlar.

Tuğçe o haliyle önümde uyudu, bende sandalyede uyuyakaldım.

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Doktorumuz Cahit amca ve oglu Berk ile 1. Bolum

merhaba arkada?lar.. ismim Ozan , aslen bursal?y?m fakat do?ma büyüme ankaral?y?m..burada okudu?um ço?u hikaye bana nedense hep fantaziden ibaretmi? gibi geliyor. yani tabi onlar? da kötülemek istemem ama sadece benmkisi ele?tri..sizlere ?imdi anlataca??m hikaye çok de?il 1 sene önce ya?anm??t?r..bizzat benm taraf?mdan 🙂
bizimle esk**en beridir ailesiyle birlikte görü?üyor olan cahit amcamla ilgili..
hem aile dostumuz hem de aile hekimimiz olan cahit amcamla ( ismi gerçektir ) s?ks?k görü?üyorduk 2010 k?? ay?nda..malum grip salg?nlar? nezleler ve okulda devams?zl?klar?m? azaltmak üzere alm?? oldu?um geçmi? gün sa?l?k raporlar? nedeniyle sürekli cahit amcam?n kap?s?n? çalar olmu?tum..buarada kendimi tan?tt?m fakat pek detaya girmedim k.bakmay?n..
ya??m 18 sar???n 1.85 boyunda 80 kg ela gözlü hafif sar? saçl? biriyimdir..liseyi henüz bu sene bitirdim..
konuya dönelim ;
geçen sene hiç unutmuyorum may?s ay?nda okullar?n kapanmas?na son 1 veya 1.5 ay filan kalm??t?. eve geln devams?zl?k ka??tlar?na bakara durumum baya kritik hale gelmi?ti 🙂 devams?zl?k süresi 20 gündü fakat bnm 27 gün görünüyordu 7 gün geçmi?ti bile..müdür yard?mc?s?yla da papaz oldu?um için s?rf saçlar?m? kesmedim diye ya beni okuldan yaka paça at?yor ya da öylesine keyfi yok yazmaya ba?lam??t?..
sonunda cahit amcam?n yan?na gittim tekrar…
cahit amcam? da tan?tmay? unutmadan ;
45 – 46 ya?lar?nda azeri kökenli 1.70 boylar?nda saçlar? hafif yanlardan dökülmü? , hafif tombul esmer do?u?tan sürmeli siyah gözleri ile gerçekten kad?nlar?n ilgisini çok çabuk üzerine çekebilecek bi profili vard? do?rusu..
ayn? zamanda aile dostumuz oldu?u için yan?na giderken randevu filann almama gerek yoktu..beni de çok severdi ayr?ca..sürekli maçlara giderdik sinemaya yüzmeye gezmeye tozmaya babam gibiydi yani..bana araba kullanmas?n? bile o ö?retmi?ti..
neyse gitti?im gün hem?ire bana cahit amcam?n hastas?yla ilgilendi?ini söyleyerek bekleme salonuna ald?..beklemeye ba?lam??t?m doktorumu 🙂
neyse uzatmayay?m yakla??k 20 dk filann bekledimm daha sonra s?k?ld?m ve gitmeye karar verdim tam ç?kacakt?m ki hem?ire beni ça??rd? ve cahit amcam?n müsait oldu?unu beni bekledi?ini söyledi..
odas?na giderken kap?dan türbanl? uzun boylu hafif bal?k eti bi bayan surat?nda tuhaf bi gülümsemeyle beni süzerek yan?mdan geçip gitti.
ben pek tak?lmad?m zatenn g?c?k oluyodum türbanl? kad?nlara nedense ??
içeri girdimm cahit amcam baya ne?eliydi öyle böyle 10 15 dk filann da muhabbet ettik..derken ben mevzuyu anlatt?m detayl? bi ?ekilde ve yard?m?n? istedim o da hallederiz kafan? yorma dedi ama tabi inceden de kula??m? çekmi?ti devams?zl?k olay? için..son senem oldu?unu dikkat etmem gerekti?ini filann söyledi ve son bi kez olarak da neden devams?zl???? bu denli çok yapt???m? sordu..ben de anlatt?m durumu ve k?z arkada??m oldu?unu sürekli olarak da görü?tü?ümüzü filann söyledim , ili?kimizinne boyutta oldu?unu sordu?unda sadece arkada??z ve ilerisini dü?ünmüyorum dedim..
derken sohbetimiz bitti ve oradan ayr?ld?m..eve do?ru yürümeye ba?lad?mm eve do?ru geldi?imde kap?da beyaz bi opel corsa vard? yabanc? plakal?yd? dikkatimi hemen çekti hemen..neyse eve geldim kap?y? çald?m annem kap?y? açt? ho?geldin o?lum diyerek beni içeri ald? neyse içeri girdi?imde ise ne göreyim bugün gördü?üm o kad?n ve serpil teyzem( cahit amcam?n e?i ) bizim salonda beraber oturuyorlard?. sohbet baya koyuydu ve içerisi de kalabal?kt? neyse ben direkt görünemden odama geçicekken annem içeri gel dedi ve bi slm ver ho?geldin de filann diye ba??rd? arkamdann..benn de anne yaa filann diyerekk içeri girdimm herkese ho?lgeldin deyil ellerini öptüm..gödü?üm o kad?n ise bu sefer bana ciddi ciddi bak?yodu sizde ho?geldiniz dedim o da bana azeri ?iveyle ho?bulduk dedi..
neyse ben duruma tak?lmadan içeri girdim “bu kad?n cahit amcam?n odas?nda ne ar?yodu tek ba??na neden öyle bakt? güzelmiydi çikinmiydi” diye dü?ünmeye ba?lamamla dü?ünceleri restlemem bir oldu zatenn..
ak?am oldu ve cahit amcamlar da bize geldiler babamlar filann ev yine kalabal?kla?t? ben tabi yine odamday?m…neyse bi ara yemek yemeye içeri girdim ve annem bana çabuk ko? dedi serpil teyzenlere evde dizüstü bilgisayar varm?? onu al gel dediler..ben yine söylenerek anahtar? ald?m ve do?ru cahit amcamlar?n eve do?ru yürümeye ba?lad?mm gittim evlerine girdim ve masan?n üzerinde duran dizüstünü ald?m..derken içeriden yani cahit amcam?n o?lu berk in odas?ndan çok tuhaf sesler geliyordu…ne oldu?unu anlamak için odaya biraz daha yakla?t?m ve sesler giderek artmaya ba?lam??t?…hemen akl?ma berk odaya bi hatun att? herhalde onunla i?i pi?iriyor gibi geldi fakat sesler aras?nda bi kad?n sesi yoktu ! 2 farkl? erkek sesi vard? ve “yava? ol lütfen , yan?yo , daha yava?” filann gibi sesler geliyodu…
çok tuhaf olmu?tum nedense…buarada bnm 21cmlik aletim bu duydu?um sesler kar??s?nda sertle?mi? ve ta? gibi olmu?tu..
normalde seks yapmaya aç biri de?ildim k?zarkada??m selin ile hemen hergün en az 2 posta olmak üzere sürtünerek veya oral yolla bo?al?yordum..
ama o halde bile o kadar çabuk sertle?meyen penisim bu sesler kar??s?nda daha fena olmu?tu kafas? resmen zonkluyordu..ama ne içeri girmeye ne de o kar??ma ç?kacak görüntüyü görmeye cesaretim elvermiyordu..
derken hemen pc yi al?p oradan uzakla?t?m eve do?ru yürümeye ba?lad?m gelirken tabi kafamda 100 tane ? ile geliyordum..
eve geldim deddiler bana nerde kald?n filann neyse..
odama geçtim ve o an? dü?ünmeye ba?lad?m..
berk ;
17 ya??nda lise 2 ö?rencisi ayn? okulda okuyodukk zatenn benden 1.5 ya? filann küçüktü..
o da esmer ye?il gözlü yak???kl? resmen Gökhan Tepe nin t?pk?s?n?n ayn?s? gibi bi çocuktu..çok arkada? canl?s? utangaç ama çok kibar biriydi..k?z gibi tav?rlar? vard? ama ben bunu pek dikkate almazd?m..ama o günden sonra o tav?rlar?n? dü?ünmeye ba?lad?m ve nedense hiç akl?mda yokken onu dü?ünerek masturbasyon yapmaya ba?lad?mm..
tuhaft? ama gerçekti..
aradan 1 kaç gün geçti fakat ben halen daha berk i dü?ünüyordumm..
berk ile aram?z fena say?lmazd? fakat kalk?p soram?yordumm ona…resmen arzular hale gelmi?tim art?k yaa inanam?yorum ama gerçekti bu..
en sonunda hacker bi arkada??mdan ald???m çok sa?lam bi keylogger program sayesinde berk in pc sine att???m truva at? sayesinde her dakika baan gelen raporlarla berk in kimlerle neler yaz??t??? an bean bana gelmeye ba?lam??t?…
çocuk resmen pc yi seks amaçl? kullan?yordu..bi tane bil?e k?zla yaz??m?yordu sadece k?z nickleriyle ald??? fake hesaplarla birileriyle ?urda ?öyle yapal?m böyle yapal?m filann gibi laflarla sohbetler ediyodu..en sonunda Pasifim_Ol_006 nickli biriyle yaz??mas?n? okudum aynen ?öyle diyordu ;
” geçen o kadar güzel s..nki beni 3 kere bo?ald?m..bu sefer sadece emmek istiyorum ve hepsini a?z?ma istiyorum” diyordu..
sözle?tikleri tarih ise hemen yar?n ak?amd? fakat nerde oldu?u yazm?yordu…demek ki ayn? yerdeydi herhalde..
yar?n oldu ve ben ne yapsam diyordum…ne yap?p edip o an? görmem laz?md? diyordum kendi kendime..
en sonunda berk i arad?m ve nerde oldu?unu sordum..bana evde oldu?unu ders çal??t???n? söyledi benn de ona ben de ona geçen verdi?im oyun cd sini alabilirmiyim diye sordum o da tabi yar?n veririm deyince hemen atlad?m ve bugün alman gerek dedim o da bana bug?ün olmaz kemküm derkenn mecburen kabul etti…saate bakt?m ben onlar?n bulu?aca?? saate 15 dk kala hemn onlar?n kap?s?n önündeydim..
geldi?imde berk kap?y? açt? evde kimse yoktu..sordum nerdeler diye gittiler misafirli?e dedi bana..neyse elinde cd hemen verip beni yollayacak..
önce bakt?m ve ona dedim ki ” Kad?n olmak m? güzel yoksa Erkek olmak m? ”
gözleri fal ta?? gibi aç?lm??t? bana öylece bak?yordu gözlerini k?rpmadan..
söylediklerine bi anlam veremedim dedi bana..fakat bunlar? söylerken bile sesi titriyordu bunu hissetmi?tim…onu daha fazla muallakta b?rakmamak için elimde ki ka??tlar? ona verdim..ka??tlara bakarak bunlar ne ? dedi..benn de okursannn görürsün dedimm..ka??tlarda onun pasifim_ol_006 nickli, vatanda?la yapt??? konu?malar?n benn de ki kay?tlar? vard?..ç?kt? alm??t?m öyle gelmi?tim kap?s?na bo? de?ildim yani k?sacas? 🙂
okudu ve bana ne istiyorsunn dedi ? benn de korkma zatenn bu ka??tlar fake dersen sana herkes inan?r ben seni tehdit veya ?antaj yapacak de?ilim dedim..
sadece neler çevirdi?ini çok iyi biliyorum seni en az 1 haftad?r her yönden takip ediyorum dedim..
geçen geldi?im gün duydu?um seslere de?inmedim ama…
iste?im sadece sizi izlemek diyebildim benn de..
o da nas?l olcakk filann dedi benn de nerde nap?yosan?z o taraflarda biyere gizlenece?im dedim sadece o kadar..o da baana o ?ok teklifi yapt? ” istersen sen de kat?l bize”… ?ok oldum yaa ne yalan söylimm fena oldumm…
hay?r ?imdilik sadece izleyece?im dedim ama bi yan?m da kat?lmak istiyordu..neyse daha sonra 5 dkm?z var dedi hemen gelebilir dedi bana..
neyse hemen anne ve babas?n?n ebeveyn odas?na geçtik benn hemen gardroba ( klasik ) sakland?m ve sadece 5 cm lik bi ara b?rakt?m kendime…dedi?i gibi 5 dk sonra zil çalm??t? ard?ndan kap? aç?ld? selamla?t?lar..içeri gelen sesler herhalde salona geçtiler gibiydi…20 dk sonra yatak odas?na geldiler…
Tanr?m…inanam?yorum…o kad?n yine…o tesettürlü kad?n evet..ta kendisi..
ne alaka dedim yaa bu o olamaz…kad?n de?il erkekti dedim kendime ve hayal kr??kl???na ba?land?m bi an..neredeyse d??ar? ç?k?p gidicektim onlar ordayken..ama yapmad?mm..ba?lad?lar sevi?meye….çok ate?liydiler..daha sonra tesettürlü hatun soyunmaya ba?lad? uzun siyah saçlar? beline kadar geliyordu…at gibi derler ya aynen öyle..
derken küloduyla kald?lar sadece…kad?n?n önünde bi kabar?kl?k vard? ve daha dikkatli bak?nca yok dedim yaa :)) ?ok üstüne ?ok ya??yordum kad?n?n penisi vard? evet..hem de bni bile k?skand?r?yordu boyu ve çap?..
TRAVEST? hem de azeri as?ll? bi travestiydi…k?sacas? SHEMALE – LADYBOY – CROSS DRESSER herneyse…çok fenayd?… 2. BÖLÜM DAHA SONRA VERECE??M ARKADA?LAR…BE?EN?RSEN?Z YORUMLARINIZI ALMAK ?STER?M..

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Farklı Fantezilere Yelken Açan Evlilik -2- Devam
Ilık esen Akdeniz rüzgarları ve biramız eşliğinde Galip bana eşiyle bir zamanlar yaşadıkları deneyimleri anlatırken ben hikaye dinleyen bir çocuk uysallığında onu dinliyor, hiç bölmüyordum. Saat neredeyse gece yarısı olmak üzereydi. Son bir haftamızı burada geçirmiştik. Gökçe, ben ve Galip… Beraber çok şey paylaşmış, çok farklı şeyler deneyimlemiştik. Neredeyse her saat dolu dolu geçiyordu. Zevk, tutku, huzur… Hepsi vardı bu güzel tatilde. Şu an ise bu deli dolu çiftin, bu harika insanların ilişkilerine çok yakından bakma fırsatına erişmiştim. Galip anlatmaya devam etti başlarından geçenleri, bölmeden ve soru sormadan dinledim.

Galip;

O gece bana rüyasını anlatıp ağzıyla bir güzel beni boşalttıktan sonra beni öylece bırakıp gitmişti. Odada bir şeyler yapıyor, tahminimce su içiyor, telefonuna bakıyordu. Ben ise boşalmam bitmiş ama kasılmalarım devam eder halde orada öylece yatıyordum. Ne yapmam gerektiğini düşündüm; rüyayı sorup hakkında konuşmalı mı yoksa böylece bırakıp devam mı etmeliydim? Aklımda bu düşünceler savaş verirken yatağın üzerinde Gökçe’nin ağırlığını hissettim. Yanıma uzanmıştı. Bir eli karnımda geziniyordu. Tırnakları derimi hafifçe çiziyor, gezdiği her noktayı sanki tekrar ve tekrar keşfediyordu. O sırada kulağıma gelen seslerden onun kendini yanımda yatarken tatmin ettiğini anladım. Yine klitorisini uyarıyor, parmaklarıyla sertçe kendini tatmin ediyordu. Bazen kendini kaptırıp inliyor, bazen tırnaklarını derime iyice geçirip sıkıyordu. Bir süre sonra yatakta doğruldu ve ağzımı artık iyice acıtmaya başlayan ağız topunu bir çırpıda çıkartıverdi. Vajinasını ağzıma denk getirdi ve oturdu. Ben tek kelime edemeden hatta rahat nefes almaya bile vakit bulamadan ona oral seks yaparken buldum kendimi. Ağzımın üzerine oturmuş yavaşça sallanıyordu.Bir elini başımın altına koymuş ve beni dolayısıyla ağzımı vajinasına iyice bastırıyordu.

-Karına oral seks yapmayı çok mu seviyorsun?

Evet anlamında başımı aşağı yukarı oynattım, dilim vajinasının içindeydi.

-Karını çok mu seviyorsun?

Tekrar evet anlamında başımı salladım. Ben her hareket ettiğimde dilim farklı noktalarına temas ediyor, daha çok zevk alıyordu. İnlemeleri arasında bana cevabı ‘evet’ olan sorular sormaya başladı. Her defasında ben başımı daha güçlü hareket ettiriyorum ve o her defasında tekrar soruyordu. Hoş bir oyun bulmuştuk anlaşılan.

-Karının sana oral seks yapması seni çok mu iyi hissettiriyor?

Devam ediyordum başımı hareket ettirmeye, eli ile başıma yaptığı baskıyı arttırmıştı.

-Karının her deliği sana ayrı zevk veriyor değil mi? Karını doggy pozisyonunda becerirken kıçına şaplak atmayı çok seviyorsun değil mi?

Her soruya evetti zaten cevabım. Orada mest olmuş, kendimden geçmiş bir şekilde onu yalamaya devam ediyordum.

-Sana bir rüyamı daha anlatayım mı peki kocacığım? Bu da içimde kalsın istemem, senden bir şey saklamak istemem.

Düşünmeden başımı evet anlamında hareket ettirdim. İstediğimi düşünmemiştim o an aslında, güdüsel olarak kabul ettim. Yolun sonu nereye gidecek çok merak ediyordum. Hem korkuyor, hem rahatsız oluyor, hemde yolun sonuna yürümeyi istiyordum.

İnlemeleri arasında, nefes nefeseyken bana rüyasını anlatmaya koyuldu. Aklımda kaldığı kadarını şöyle bir şeydi;

-Geçen aydı galiba. Hani tv karşısında seviştik ya, o gece uyuduğumda gördüm. Yine seninle sitenin otoparkında, arabanın içinde oynaşıyorduk. Sen bana oral yapmayı teklif ediyordun. Bende vajinal yapalım deyip arka koltuğa geçiyordum. Beni orada ön koltukların arasına eğip vajinamın dudaklarını yalıyordun. Çok zevk alıyordum. Sonra kucağına oturuyordum ama yanlışlıkla kıçıma giriveriyordun. Hiç bozmadan sertçe kucağında hoplamaya başlıyordum.

Evet anal yapmayı, arabada seks yapmayı seviyordum ama beklediğim rüya bu değildi. Ne yalan söyleyeyim hayal kırıklığına uğramış hissettim. Ben başka erkekleri duymak istiyordum galiba. O sırada Gökçe elini penisime uzatmış kontrol ediyordu. Sertliğim azalmıştı…

-Sen beni kıçımdan becerirken ben zevkle inliyordum. Sonra birden kucağından indim. Bu sefer yüzümü sana dönüp penisini vajinama soktum. Ben sertçe hoplamaya çalışırken sen göğüslerimi yalıyordun…

Evet hoş bir rüyaydı ama tatmin etmiyordu beni o an. Oral seksten bunalmış gibi hissettim kendimi. Rahat nefes alamadığım için biraz modum düşmüştü. Gökçe farkındaydı. Hızlı bir hareketle 69 pozisyonuna geçti. Vajinasını yine ağzıma iyice yapıştırıp oral yapmam için beni zorladı. Dilimle, dudaklarımla klitorisini, vajinasının içini sürekli yalıyor, emiyor, hafifçe ısırıyordum. Klitorisi iyice sertleşmişti. Ama benim sertliğim neredeyse bitecekti. Gökçe’nin nefesini nemli penisimde, kasıklarımda hissediyordum. O ellerini baldırımda gezdirirken rüyasını anlatmaya devam etti.

-Daha rahat edebilmek için arabanın arka kapısını açtın ve dışarı çıktın sonra. Oralar tam net değil kafamda, uzun zaman geçti sonuçta rüyayı gördüğümden bu yana ama bir şekilde ben yine doggy pozisyonunda koltukta uzanırken sen arabadan taşan kalçalarımı kavrayıp içime girdiğini hatırlıyorum. Ben her ne kadar ‘birileri görür!’ desemde beni dinlemedin. Hızlıca içime giriyordun. Bazen penisini çıkartıp diğer deliğe giriyor ve öyle devam ediyordun. O sırada arabanın diğer kapısı açıldı birden. Şu üst kat komşumuz altı çıplak bir şekilde gelip koltuğa oturdu. Penisi önümde sallanıyordu.

Bu sözler beni tekrar hızlandırdı. Penisime hücum eden kanı hisseder gibi oldum, sertliğimi hızlıca geri kazanıyordum. Gökçe belki de kafasından uydurduğu rüyada neye tepki verdiğimi ölçüyor ve beni tahrik ediyordu. Kasıklarımda gezen ellerinin yarattığı his artık tekrar baştan çıkartıcı olmaya başlamıştı.

-Ben ne yapacağımı bilemedim ama sen kafamı tutup o adamın penisine doğru yaklaştırdın. Yanağımı yumurtalıklarına denk getirmiştin. Dilimi çıkarıp hafifçe yalamaya başladım.

Bunları anlatırken ben vajinasına son gücümle adeta saldırıyordum. O da eliyle penisimi kavramış ve hafifçe sıvazlıyordu bile… Sesi iyice kısılmıştı zaten, inlemeleri artmıştı, boşalmak üzereydi…

-Ben…. Ben adamı yalarken sen arkamdan giriyordun…… Adam saçlarımı tuttu ve kafamı kaldırdı. Kendi penisine…….. Tükürdü ve…. Türkürdü ve beni ağzıma almam için…. Ağzıma…. Ohhhh. Boşalıyoruuum….

Nihayet sesi kesildi ve boşalmaya, sarsılmaya başladı. Beni bacaklarının arasına iyice kıstırmıştı. Boşalırken eli sıvazlamayı kesmişti ama bende birden boşalmaya başlayınca spermlerim boşlukta süzüldü. Eşim tekrar kontrolü almak için ağzını yaklaştırdı ama hepsine yetişemedi… İkimizde boşalmıştık; en sevdiğim! Aradan bir kaç on saniye geçtikten sonra eşim ağzından penisimi çıkartıp üzerimden kalktı. Göz bandını söktüğünde loş ışığa gözlerim hemen alışmıştı. Gözlerini bana dikmiş gülümsüyordu ve yüzü sperm içinde kalmıştı. O an biraz utanır gibi oldum.

-Bak ne yaptın karının yüzüne!

deyip gülümsemesi henüz suratındayken, kendini temizleme zahmetine girmeden ellerimi ve ayaklarımı çözme işine koyuldu. İpler serbest kaldığında iyice gerindim, her yerim ağrımıştı. O kadar çok kasılmıştım ki bedenime hükmedemiyordum. Eşim beni çözdükten sonra banyoya gitti. Döndüğünde yüzü temizlenmişti. Üstüne ince bir gecelik geçirip yanıma uzandı. Çıplak bedenlerimiz iyice yakındı.

-Hep böyle arsız rüyalar mı görüyorsun bir tanem?

Yüzünde utangaç bir gülümseme yayıldı, uzanıp beni öptü ve ben düşüncelerimin arasında boğuşurken göğsüme yatıp uyuya kaldı…

Bu sevişmemizin üzerinden henüz bir hafta geçmişken yorucu bir günün ardından gidip Gökçe’yi iş yerinden aldım. O gün son iş günüydü. Gökçe grafik tasarım işleriyle uğraşıyordu, firma küçülme sebebiyle çıkışını vermiş. Ama onun canı sıkkın değildi. Arabaya bindikten sonra bana sarılıp öptü.

-Hiç üzgün değilsin?
-Niye üzüleyim? Freelance çalışarak daha fazla bile kazanabilirim. Bağlantılarım var. Hem bak sana ne diyeceğim tazminatımla güzel bir tatil yapamaz mıyız? Yunan adaları olabilir misal ya da güzel bir Karadeniz turu?
-Eee yazlık var ya.
-Oradan sıkıldım…

Konuşa konuşa trafikte ilerledik ve nihayet evimize geldiğimizde keyfimiz gayet yerindeydi. Yavaş adımlarla, birbirimize sarılmış şekilde apartmana girdik. Asansör gelmek üzereyken bina kapısı tekrar açıldı ve üst kat komşumuz beklediğimiz noktaya gelip selam verdi. Tüm tüylerim diken diken olmuştu. Karım selam veren komşumuza çok hoş bir şekilde gülümseyerek ve halini sorarak karşılık verdi. Nihayet asansör geldiğinde üçümüz beraber bindik ve adam bizden uzakta durmaya dikkat ederek laflamaya devam etti eşimle beraber. Ben konuşulanları duyuyorum ama tepki veremiyordum. Artık konuşma bitmişti ve bizim oturduğumuz kata gelmiştik. Asansör kapısı açıldı ve tam çıkarken Gökçe;

-Kaç yıldır komşuyuz, bir akşam yemeğine bekleriz artık.
-Çok güzel söylediniz Gökçe Hanım. Hatta şöyle mi yapsak, siz bana gelseniz? Aşçılık eğitimi almaya başladım ve bir kaç denek ihtiyacım var.

Bu sözler karşısında ben zoraki bir şekilde gülümserken karım gayet şuh bir kahkaha attı.

-Seve seve…

Nihayet eve girdiğimizde aklımdan onlarca düşünce geçmeye başlıyordu. Eşimin birisiyle flörtleşmesine mi tanık olmuştum az önce? Hemde rüyalarına giren bir erkekle? Hemde komşumuz olan bir erkekle? Eşim artık evde yalnız başına oturacaktı ve ya ben evde olmadığım sırada… Biraz ürpermiştim. Fantezi olarak anlatılan rüyalar, başka erkekler belki zevk verebilirdi ama bu işin başka boyutuydu ve ben bu sefer tahrik falan olmamıştım. Eşime pek yansıtmadan o geceyi bir şekilde geçirdim.

Komşu muhabbeti kapanmıştı o günden sonra ve biz tatilimizi küçük bir Ege kasabasında 4 gün olarak değerlendirecektik. Yol hazırlıkları bitti ve biz yola çıktık. Hava daha yaza yeni dönüyordu ama eşim üst düğmeleri açık, incecik bir gömlek ve beyaz keten bir şortla yetinmişti. Yazlık bahçesinde bile böyle giyinmezdi daha önceleri. Kadınlığının belki farkına varıyordu. Beni pek rahatsız etmiyor, tersine böyle giyinmeye başlaması az biraz heyecanlandırıyordu.

Yol boyunca şarkı söyleyip muhabbet ettik. Nihayet yorulduğumuzda park yeri gurbetçi arabalarıyla dolu bir benzinlikte durduk. Türkçe ve diğer dillerin karşımı bağırışlarla dolu çocuk parkını geçip içeri girdik, tuvaletlere yönelmeden önce hediyelik eşyaların olduğu yerde eşim takılı kaldığı için onu bekledim. Gökçe eline aldığı saçma bir anahtarlığı düşürdü ve eğilip almak zorunda kaldı. O sırada keten şortunun içinden koyu pembe bir iç çamaşırının üst kısmı gözüktü. Bu yetmezmiş gibi pembe renkli çamaşır şortun altından belli oluyordu, tahminimce string giymişti çünkü pembelik kalçalarının arasında kayboluyor gibiydi. İçerisinin yoğun ışığı her şeyi daha belirgin yapıyordu. Sertleşmek üzere olduğumu hissettim. Eşim demek artık bu tür çamaşırları görüneceğini bilerek rahatça giyip dışarı çıkabiliyordu. Bu yol tehlikeli miydi yoksa ben mi abartıyordum? Tüm bu düşünceler aklımdan geçerken gözüm diğer raftan kuruyemiş alan esmer, iri kıyım adama takıldı. Standart gurbetçiydi ve gözleri eşimin kıçındaydı. Ne düşüneceğimi bilemiyordum ki Gökçe nihayet anahtarlığı alıp doğrulmuştu bile. Adam ise gözlerini eşimden almıyordu. Uzun ve süt beyazı bacakları, hoş kalçaları olan bu kadından kim gözünü alabilir ki? Çok düşünmeden aklıma gelen ilk şeyi yaptım ve elimde inceler gibi yaptığım diğer anahtarlığı bilerek düşürdüm ve derin bir ‘off’ çektim. Gökçe ‘sakar adam seni’ deyip tekrar eğildi anahtarlığı almaya. Adam eli cebinde, muhtemelen kendini sıvazlarken eşimi izliyordu. Bunu yaparken adam hiç çekinmiyordu. İşin garibi bende sertleşmiştim. Hızlıca oradan eşimle ayrıldık anahtarlığı yerine koyunca. Tuvalete girince hiç vakit kaybetmeden pantolonumu indirdim ve mastürbasyon yapmaya başladım. Çok geçmeden boşaldım. Elimi yüzümü yıkarken, geri arabaya binerken aklım eşimin çamaşırı ve dikkatleri çekmesindeydi.

Nihayet pahalı butik otelimize vardığımızda hızlıca duşlarımızı alıp yatağa ulaştık. Klimanın serinliğiyle yatakta bornozlarımızla uyuyakalmıştık. Kalktığımızda saat çoktan akşam olmuştu ve biraz sırnaştıktan sonra üstümüzü giyinip yiyecek bir şeyler bulmak umuduyla resepsiyona gittik. Esmer, yapılı bir resepsiyonist güler yüzle bize yardımcı olmak için otel restoranına kadar eşlik etti. Yemeklerimizi yedikten sonra havuzun başında biraz vakit geçirip odamıza çekildik. Ben sadece şortla yatacaktım. Şortumu giyip yatağa geçtim.

Eşim üstüne ince bir gecelik geçirmiş saçlarını örüyordu oturduğu makyaj aynasının karşısında. Gözlerim kalçalarına takıldı. İnce kumaşın içinden nasıl güzel gözüküyordu! Yataktan kalkıp arkasına dikildim ve ellerimi geceliğinin içine sokarak göğüslerini okşamaya başladım. Karım başını karnıma yaslayıp kendisini bana bıraktı. Boşta kalan elimle şortumu ve iç çamaşırımı birlikte indirdim ve ayaklarımdan geçirip kurtuldum. Hiç konuşmadan yeni sertleşmiş penisimi alıp ağzına doğru götürdüm. Eşim hiç karşı çıkmadan, tek kelime etmeden penisimi ağzına alıp emmeye başladı. O ağzının içine penisimi aldıkça ben başını tutarak kendime bastırıyordum. Penisimin iyice ıslandığına karar verdiğimde omuzlarından tutup Gökçe’yi ayağa kaldırdım. Sırtını bana döndürüp makyaj aynasına eğdim ve geceliğini yukarı kaldırıp ıslak penisimi bir hamlede vajinasına sokuverdim. Yine içinde string külot olduğu için çıkarmakla vakit kaybetmemiş ve ipi kenara çekmekle yetinmiştim. Odada inlemelerimiz kısa bir süre yankılandı. Bir elim kalçalarında, bir elim omuzundaydı. Her içine girdiğimde çarpışan tenlerimizin o şehvet dolu sesi inlemelerimize eşlik etmeye başladı. Ben sarsılarak boşalırken o hala kendini ileri geri sallayarak bu seksin sonlanmaması için uğraşıyordu. Doymamıştı. Boşalmam bittiğinde hızlıca banyoya gitti ve temizlendi. Geri döndüğünde tamamen çıplaktı, beni iterek yatağa attı ve üstüme çıktı. Penisim sertliğini korumakta zorlanıyordu. O ise ısrarla tükürerek ıslattığı eliyle penisimi sıvazlıyor ve biran önce üstüme çıkmak için uğraşıyordu. Bu sırada kah dudaklarımdan öpüyor, kah diğer eliyle belimden kavrayıp beni kendine çekiyordu.

-Tekrar sertleşmen lazım aşkım. Ben daha olmadım.
-Uğraşıyorum aşkım ama yorgunluk…
-Modumu kaybetmek istemiyorum. Lütfen bebeğim, sertleş ve gir içime. Doldur içimi, seni istiyorum. Yaşlandın mı yoksa?
-…
-Şu resepsiyondaki çocuk gibiydin ilk tanıştığımızda, şimdi bence yaşlanmaya başlamışsın.
-…

Azıcık sertleşen penisimi hemen vajinasına soktu, biraz zorlansa bile artık üstüme çıkmıştı işte. Her an içinden çıkabileceğimi bildiği için vajinasını bana yapıştırmış ve sadece dairesel hareketler yapıyordu üstümde.

-Esk**en olsa çok ses yapıyoruz diye otelden kovulurduk. Yaşlandın mı, yoksa çok mu yorgunsun?
-Sadece yorgunum, devam et ama, bitirme.
-İstersen şimdi bırakalım sabah denizden gelince tekrar deneyelim. Yanıma bikini aldım belki beni görünce tahrik olursun ve harika bir seks yaparız, ne dersin?

Bikini lafını duyunca tekrar beynime kan gitmeye başlamıştı. Gökçe bikini giymezdi normalde. Genelde her yeri kapalı, şort mayoları bile giyerken çekindiğini söylemişti bir keresinde. Ama artık bikini giyecekti ve sahilde herkes onu görebilecekti.

-Kıskanmazsın değil mi aşkım bikiniden dolayı.
-Yok aşkım… Sen devam et sertleşeceğim, biraz daha sert hareket et üstümde.
-Kırmızı, hoş bir bikini aldım. Biraz küçük gibi geldi ama bakarsın, beğenmezsen giymem.
-Devam et karıcığım, sertleşmek üzereyim. Nereden çıktı bikini konusu şimdi…
-Bilmem. Kıskanırsın başka erkeklerden diye aklıma gelmişken paylaşmak istedim.

Aklımda o bedenine küçük gelen kırmızı bikinisi ile sahilde yürürken erkeklerin ona bakması canlanmıştı. Hem şu resepsiyonist çocuk vardı birde. Karım havuzdayken kesin izlerdi onu. Hatta belki yağ sürmek isterdi…

-Ooo, sertleşmiş benim kocam.
-Devam et Gökçe.
-Bikini şimdiden tahrik etti anlaşılan, olmadı giymeyeyim onu. Başkaları tahrik olup sertleşirse kızarsın sonra bana.

Tek kelime etmeden kalçalarından tutup kendime alan yarattım ve o hala üstümdeyken ben içine girip çıkmaya başladım. Ne kadar süre bunu yaptık bilmiyorum ama Gökçe haykırarak vajinal orgazma ulaştığında ben daha boşalmaya yaklaşmamıştım bile.

Gökçe azıcık dinlenip nefesini düzene koyduktan sonra parmaklarını ıslatıp kıçını ıslatmaya başladı. Hem bunu yapıyor hem boynumu öpüyordu. En sonunda kendini hazır hissetti ve davetkar bir şekilde ayağa kalkıp elimden tutup beni de kaldırdı. Yüzü cama dönük şekilde arkasını döndü ve kalçalarını elleriyle yanaklarından tutup iyice ayırdı. İkimizde ayaktaydık, henüz genişlememiş ama ıslak kıç deliği önümdeydi. Penisimin başını yerleştirip hafifçe içeri girdim. İçerisi çok dardı ve bu her zaman olduğu gibi hoşuma gidiyordu. Belinden tutup içinde gidip gelmeye başladım. Gecenin karanlığında ben kıçının içine boşalırken aklımda sadece bir şey vardı; kırmızı bikinisiyle havuz başında uzanmış eşime yağ süren resepsiyonist çocuk.

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Making love to a virgin isn’t easy. No one tells you these things. It’s something you dream about, and when you imagine it, it’s all velvety smoothness, warm apple pie, maybe a bit of giggling and awkwardness. But here’s the reality: it’s like trying to shove your cock into a clenched fist. No one tells you that part. But’s let me say this: it’s all worth it the first time you hear the desperate yelps of someone losing control, someone feeling shudders of pleasure feel they didn’t realize were possible. And then you feel those tiny little pelvic muscle spasms that let you know you just gave a girl her first orgasm. That is something I’ll never forget.

But let me back up a bit. It took me months to get to that part. I think a little background is in order first. For starters, I’m 29 years old. I had, quite reasonably assumed that my deflowering years were well behind me, and that was just one experience I was never going to have. I’ve always found myself with more experienced girls, from Kimberly Jansen, who took MY cherry back in senior year of high school, right through my last girlfriend. I’ve never really had a good enough rap to get any girl to part with her virginity. It takes a more predatorial type, and I just don’t have it in me. The closest I ever came was being second — that was when I was a junior in college, and a wide eyed freshman was drunk enough to let me go all the way and then told me she loved me, just before puking on my couch.

So it must have just been fate that brought Katja into my life. I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend, with whom I was sharing a two-bedroom apartment. I started looking for a roommate to help with the rent, but also because it was getting lonely around the place. A friend of mine worked over at the medical school, and someone in his program was looking for a place in the city. But, he asked, did I mind living with a girl? She was 26, and had just arrived from Prague. For some reason this had me picturing a squat, frumpy woman who cooked strange stews and spat out her words when she talked. I asked him if she was normal (because I this mental imagery had me a bit spooked). He said she was quiet and rather serious, but very responsible. Oh, he said, and she’s quite attractive, so if nothing else, it will be some nice scenery to have around the apartment.

Katja showed up the next day to check the place out. Far from being squat and frumpy, she was tall and rather stunning with the type of white blonde hair more commonly associated with Scandinavian girls. I didn’t know they had that color hair in the Czech Republic. No one tells me these things. She had a bulky winter coat on, so I couldn’t really check out her body, but at this point I was really just looking for help on the rent, and honestly had no designs on sexual conquest. OK, so it did cross my mind, but I’m only human, okay? She was a bit socially awkward, and shy about her limited English. It was a strained conversation, but she was definitely interested in the apartment, if nothing else.

“I like dees place. I vill take it.” She had a heavy accent, and it seemed cute and incongruous coming out of her mouth.

“Well, we’ve got a deal then,” I said, not having any idea where this would lead me.

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It was about a month after she moved in before I first figured out that she was a virgin. We had started spending a decent amount of time together. It started with watching TV in the living room (each of us on a separate couch). Then she started cooking meals for me, which was a nice little perk in its own right. We also occasionally went for jogs together. One day, when we had just returned from a run, we started discussing her life experience, or lack thereof:

“But, you’ve had boyfriends,” I ventured.

“Not in a long time. I am very busy with studies.”

“So when’s the last time you kissed a guy?”

A long pause followed. “Something like six years. And we only dated for short time, two weeks I think.”

I was in disbelief. “So you haven’t kissed a guy since you were 18?” This didn’t add up. The girl was stunning. She had to have guys knocking down her door constantly.

But she nodded shyly, confirming this impossible fact. She was clearly a bit embarrassed to admit this. The blood was still pumping pretty fast from our run, and this news caused some of that blood to get instantly diverted to my cock. I quickly sat down before I got a hard-on. The sight of her tight little ass in those jogging shorts was just too much. A drop of sweat rolled down her neck and disappeared into her cleavage.

“So you’ve never… done it?” I asked. By this point, I could have guessed the answer to this one, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes…. I am virgin.” The ‘v’ in virgin came out halfway between a ‘v’ and a ‘w’. This word, in this exotic accent, was like an electric bolt of energy straight to my cock. I suddenly felt as hopelessly horny as a teenager. I stole another look at her firm little breasts, perfectly showcased by her jog-bra. Her nipples were erect, possibly from the exercise, but possibly because she was as turned bahis siteleri on as I was.

“But you’ve done other stuff…” I wanted to hear her tell me about some guy feeling her up, or the story of her awkward first blowjob. Anything.

“No, only kissing.”

“You’ve never let a guy touch you?”

“No.” She looked down at the floor, obviously uncomfortable with this line of questioning. I took the opportunity to let my eyes soak in the curves of her body. My god, I needed to see her naked, it was simply imperative. I had to figure out a way. Maybe I could drill a hole in the wall between our bedrooms.

I finally stopped fighting the oncoming hard-on, and let my cock strain against my shorts. I was sitting down, so there was no way she could see it, but it felt as huge as a third leg. Outwardly, I was the perfect gentleman. “You really should, you’re a very attractive girl you know. You could have your pick of any guy you want.” Like me.

“Yeah, well…” she drifted off to her bedroom. As she left, and my eyes watched her ass swish out of the room.

After that conversation, the pressure in my cock was so unbearable it felt like my balls were going to explode. I really hadn’t felt this horny since I was about 18. I threw myself onto the couch, and tried to think about something else. But my thoughts kept straying back to Katja, and I found myself trying my hardest to imagine her naked body. My hand went into my shorts to check how swollen my cock really was. Soon, of course, I was stroking it gently. After a few seconds of that, I heard her bedroom door open, and quickly yanked my hand back into the open. Luckily I was laying at such an angle that my hard-on wasn’t obvious, and I had enough time to pick up a magazine, so it looked like I’d just been lying there reading. Her footsteps came closer, and she hurried through the room in her bathrobe, headed for the bathroom. She kept her eyes downcast, no doubt feeling vulnerable in her near-nakedness. The shower! She closed the bathroom door, and left me alone in the living room again with my raging boner.

The idea of her naked in the shower provided a rich new vein for my little fantasy. I needed to stroke myself again. However, I take the risk of having her walk out and catch me… what if she had forgotten a towel or something? I waited until I heard her step into the water before I decided it was safe to start jerking off again. Now that I knew she was in the shower, I started going at it with renewed vigor. As i caressed my swollen cock, I shut my eyes and pictured the steam rising around her perfect body. I had pictured her naked a thousand times, but now I thought about how this time I knew she actually was naked, just 2 rooms away. I pulled my shorts down for better access, and started jerking faster. It was too much to take. I decided to do something really stupid. I got up and tiptoed over to the shower door. I would just take a peek.

I could hear the sound of running water, and Katja singing something softly to herself. I knew my hormones were affecting my judgment, but I just had to get a look at that body. Luckily for me, the know on our bathroom door often got stuck, so the door didn’t ever click shut so much as just swing into a closed position. There was no lock to speak of. I knew that a tiny nudge would dislodge the door from it’s closed position and allow it swing open a crack. This actually happened all the time on its own — it was one of the downsides of living in a creaky old apartment. I put my hand on the door and gave it the gentlest of pushes. It gave under my pressure, and swung open about an inch. It was just enough to give me a view into the room.

The mirror was half steamed over, but in it I could see Katja bending over to shave her legs. This meant that the first naked glimpse of her I got was not an innocent thigh or nipple, but a unrestricted view of her ass. Even though she was 25, she had the underdeveloped body of a teenager. Her legs were skinny and coltish, her ass was high and perky, not yet understanding anything of gravity. Her skin was milky white and flawless. It was better than I could have imagined. As I watched, my hand went to my cock again, involuntarily this time, and started to rub up and down over the head. I was delirious, and my eyes followed the slithering lines of her body, and wandered across the broad expanse of her back. Katja’s arms worked the razor up her skinny legs in short strokes, and every time she moved to reach further down, I got a peek between her ass cheeks at her small mound. Her virgin pussy. I thought about how no guy had ever gotten his hands on the delicate blonde peach fuzz that covered the pussy lips. No one had slid a finger into the soft wetness. I stood and watched like this for a full minute, making sure that I could duck out of the way if she turned around. My hand was moving quicker and quicker, and my breath was starting to come in quick gasps. I knew the moment wasn’t going to last forever, and that I needed release before she finished her shower. But I wanted to see her tits, but she was bent over with back to me. I was getting real close to canlı bahis blowing my load, but I wanted to see her tits. “C’mon, stand up,” I thought to myself as I jerked myself to the edge of orgasm.

Finally, she finished with her legs and started to stand up. As she did, I caught the sight of her pert little breasts in profile, hanging like ripe fruits. Her nipples were almost the same color as her skin, and they were sticking out like tiny pearls. She stood up to gather her hair behind her back, in the process arching her back. This made her tits stand out from chest, then flatten down as she leaned her head back. I pictured myself cumming all over them, shooting streams of cum which arced up to lick the bottom of her chin, then fell onto her tits and dripped from the end of her nipples. As I pictured this, I felt myself start to cum for real. My shorts were around my ankles by now, and I cupped my balls with one hand, and machine-gunned my other hand over the head of my cock. My eyes stayed glued on Katja’s tits while I started shooting all over the wall next the bathroom door. It came in quick bursts, four of five right in a row, which splashed against the wall. I started to lose awareness of my surroundings and thought I might pass out. I was imagining cumming on her, cumming inside her, cumming simultaneously with her. Fortunately, my orgasm stopped and I returned to my senses in time to see Katja moving to turn the water off. I pulled the door back an inch, so that the it was again closed, and slinked away to find something to clean up my mess before she came out of the bathroom.

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That was about the time that decided to make it my mission to have her. To hell with the consequences and complications of getting involved with your roommate. I was too focused on the present. I found myself daydreaming about her at work, trying to preserve the mental image of her naked body, looking forward to getting home and seeing her. I found myself flirting with her more openly, trying to weaken her defenses. But I also knew that for a girl that beautiful to go six long years without kissing anyone, those defenses had to be pretty strong indeed.

In the end, it was my old friend alcohol that helped me in my quest. One night we were sitting around at home on a Friday night, and I suggested we go around the corner for a drink. One drink led to four, and as we staggered out of the last bar, I decided it was now or never. But when I went to try to kiss her, she pushed me away, protesting, “no, we can’t do this.” Back at the apartment, rather than going straight to her bedroom, she stayed out in the living room to talk to me. And the second time I went in for a kiss, she succumbed. We spent the next few hours making out on the couch, quite innocently. Her lips were full and sensual, and I would have never guessed she was out of practice. Or perhaps it was the eight years of buildup all trying to release itself at once. Whatever it was, it was intense. I tried my best not to let her feel the raging erection trying to burst out of my jeans. I knew I was going to have to move really slow, and I didn’t want to freak her out right off the bat.

For the next month we had a pattern: at night we’d watch some TV on the couch, start making out, dry hump on the couch for a while, then both head to our separate bedroom, so sexually frustrated we could barely sleep. Without fail, every time I tried to slip a hand under her clothing, it got pushed back. I remember this month clearly – it was the horniest I had ever been in my life. And since we were living in the same apartment, I didn’t really even have any opportunities to jerk off and relieve the unbelievable pressure. So I just walked around with blue balls all the time.

Ironically, as I started making some progress the problem only got worse. There were nights when I was able to finally wriggle a hand into her bra, or loosen her jeans. Eventually I was able to get her to undress down to her underwear. And all of this only made the pressure more unbearable. I began to wonder whether it was possible to just spontaneously blow a load in my pants.

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Then one night everything started to change. It was the night that I managed to get her completely naked. She was lying in my bed, trying to preserve her modesty by hiding behind the sheet, but she was naked all the same. And she was far more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Her skin was milky white and I couldn’t help running my hand up and down her body, from her face and neck, in between her pert breasts, down over the bony expanse of ribs and hips, down over her porcelain thighs. It was smoother than I imagined skin could be. She was trying unsuccessfully to hide her tits with one arm, and every time I tried to move her arm away she protested.

But she couldn’t hide her excitement. Her breath heaved in and out and she seemed on the verge of losing all self-control. Though she kept her legs crossed out of modesty, she kept rubbing her thighs together to stimulate herself. I gradually moved my caresses down between her thighs. She resisted güvenilir bahis but breathed even harder. I pried my way between her legs and began to gently caress her pussy, first running my hand up and down over the hair, then locating the wet spot, and proceeding to spread her juices up and down her slit. I zeroed in on her clit, rubbing circles around it as it grew under my fingers. “Stop. We shouldn’t be doing this”, she protested. She slid a hand down to move my hand away, but her hand ended up pushing against mine, adding to the pressure on her clit.

“Why shouldn’t we be?” I asked. “It seems like you like it.” Then I realized something. “You’ve never had an orgasm, have you?” I asked. I knew she hadn’t ever messed around with a guy before, and I was guessing that she was too shy to even get herself off.

“No, never.” This just kept getting more unbelievable.

“Well relax, Katja, because I’m going to give you one.” She looked scared. Scared and aroused. It’s been said that lust is somewhere between sex and fear, and Katja’s face betrayed this very mix of emotions right now. With one hand I was gently rubbing her clit, and with the other I was exploring the contours of her tits, her hips, her ass. I took advantage of the fact that she was out of her mind with lust to slip off my jeans and boxers. Now we were both laying there naked. I put both hands on her hips and placed myself over her, running the shaft of my cock up and down against her tight little pussy for a few seconds. I knew she would stop me, but I wanted to test the limits.

“No, I am not ready yet.” came the helpless plea. She wanted it, I could tell. She was scared out of her mind, but deep down in the animal part of her brain, she wanted to fuck.

I moved off of her, and slid my hand back down to her pussy. She was so wet now that my finger slipped right in, causing her to let out an audible moan. I started to finger fuck her while I mashed my hand against her clit. She was wriggling under my hand and bucking her hips. “Do you like that?” I asked her. I wanted her to talk dirty to me.

“Yes, I like. I like ven you touch me there.” Her accent had never sounded so sexy. She started to moan with increasing urgency. I took out my finger and rubbed my whole hand up and down her cunt. I found her clit and rubbed it hard. Her head was arched back, and her hands had balled up into little fists. “Uhnn. Unnhhh….. s-s-something… is happening,” she whispered. It was then that I could feel those little muscle spasms beneath my hand while I rubbed. It was the cutest thing I had ever encountered. She was moaning loudly now, completely unaware of herself. I could feel each shock wave pass through her pussy, each tremor. Her orgasm lasted at least thirty seconds.

When she was finally finished, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I had,” she said. I didn’t stop to correct her grammar. She was grinning from ear to ear. She was still raring to go, guiding my hand back down to her drenched cunt.

By now, my cock was throbbing and begging for attention but I had figured out that she was scared to touch it. I interlaced my fingers with hers and guided her hand towards my cock. She resisted, but I forced her hand downward, wrapping her fingers around it. Her hand was motionless. She was like a deer trapped in the headlights.

“I dun’t know vat to do,” she said.

“Well, let me show you”. I loved playing teacher. This was great. I placed my hand on hers once more and guided her hand gently up and down my shaft. At first she couldn’t get the hang of it, and she tentatively pawed at it. I stopped her hand and showed her where the most sensitive areas were, and how to properly stroke it. After this her technique improved slightly. The thing is, I was so turned on, it didn’t matter what she did. It was going to work. She continued to work her hand awkwardly up and down, fully concentrating on her task.

“I’m no good at this,” she complained. While I knew she was right, I nevertheless found myself getting closer to shooting a load. I decided to hold back for now.

“You’re doing just fine,” I assured her, folding my arms behind my head and stretching out. I let her pull on it for a few more minutes, occasionally running my hands along her smooth skin. I reached down and started gently massaging her clit. She let out a long sigh and stroked my cock with renewed intensity. We laid for a while like this, both on our backs, slowly jerking each other off. I felt the cum start to gather momentum again, and I decided it was time to introduce her to the wonders of the male orgasm.

“Ummm, that’s good. Faster.” I coaxed her along. “You’re doing great.” I sat up a bit, so my cock was close to her face. She was bent over and fully concentrating on her efforts. “You wanna make me cum, baby? You wanna make me cum?”. She nodded. I was fully engaged in the moment, and determined to drag it out a bit. I could feel myself on the edge of a monster orgasm but I held on and elongated the moment. I watched the way her little tits swayed as she pumped her arm. I felt the way she ground her pussy against my leg, and the way her soft hair tickled my stomach. Most of all, I watched the way her tiny hand worked up and down over my throbbing cock. I wanted this moment to go on forever. I wanted to cum all over her and never stop cumming.

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Surveying his workshop, Santa frowned. It wasn’t like him to be in a bad mood, but work was progressing slowly this year, and the number of good little boys and girls seemed to be at a record high this year. He was worried that they wouldn’t finish all the toys by Christmas Eve. Now it looked like a pair of elves had taken an unscheduled break. A pair of hammers lay unused next to a partially-assembled rocking horse, and the door to one of the back rooms was slightly ajar. Santa pushed it open and peered inside.

It was Petra and Ulli. Petra was leaning against a workbench bent over at the waist, her ripe tits dangling beneath her, swaying slightly back and forth as she moved. She was naked, and he could see the smooth curve of her flawless skin flowing from her ample white breasts past a flat tummy, over a ripe pair of buttocks, down a slim yet muscular flank, past the delicate calf to her dainty little foot, of which only the toes remained on the ground with each of Ulli’s thrusts. The jiggling buttocks which had caught his eye a moment earlier were currently spread wide to accommodate the thrusting of Ulli’s urgently stiff cock, and seemed to grasp and suck at it as it plunged between the two bubbly pillows. Ulli would pull out slowly, tease around the moist puckered opening for a moment until a mew of longing escaped Petra’s lips, then plunge back inside to bury himself within her moist depths with a shared groan of passion. Petra rolled her head back, eyes closed, luxuriating in the delicious sensations caused by Ulli’s shaft straining upwards within her. The motion caused her delicious bobbing elf-breasts to thrust forwards, piping nipples standing at attention and begging to be tweaked. A moment later a particularly forceful thrust from Ulli sent her forward, her breast mashing against the flat surface of the workbench and bulging elastically outwards. A giggle escaped from her throat and she tossed her curly red hair to look back at her lover. “Oh, Ulli…”

Ulli grasped his lover by the hip with one hand, and with the other reached down to capture one pert soft breast in his cupped fingers, giving the aching nipple a little tug as he did so. Petra arched her body upwards, Ulli’s hand still on her tit, and with a thrust and tilt of his pelvis she was up, suspended on his birch-hard cock, writhing and twisting in passion, her slim waist and generous breasts on display in the cool air of the studio as her cunt spasmed around his impaling cock. Her lips found his and they kissed passionately, Ulli pawing and mauling at her breasts as she continued to ride his pole with utter abandon. Ulli staggered backward to a half-finished rocking chair and sat down in it, his hungry cock standing at attention like the fount of creation. Petra refitted her soft open pussy onto it, and slid down wetly, eyes closed, red curls shaking, breasts jiggling as she bottomed out and started teasingly upwards again. Soon she was sliding her little elf-snatch up and down with abandon, eyes still closed, chest thrust out achingly, her smug tits beaming upwards, topped by two little cherry-red nipples.

Santa cleared his throat, and the two young elves turned their heads to look. When they saw who was watching them, they froze for a moment, then Petra burst out, “Oh Santa! You always stop us just when we’re starting to have some fun!” She grinned poutingly, but Ulli at least had the grace to look shamefaced as she pulled off his cock with a little pop, primping at her coppery curls with one hand.

“You two look like you’ve more than just started. Now, you know how much work we have to do before Christmas this year. All the good girls and boys are waiting for their presents. Get your clothes on and get back in that workshop so they won’t be disappointed.”

Ulli mumbled assent as he fumbled with his pile of velvet fur-trimmed clothes. Petra also began to dress, but Santa could have sworn that she wiggled her tempting little ass at him as she bent over her discarded robe. Her pussy was opened up like a little flower, its pink petals on display for him and glistening with moisture. Before he could tear his eyes away, a drop of wetness ran down one of her sculpted thighs, leaving a sparkling trail as it went. Santa shook his head and went out through the rear door, stepping abruptly into the crisp polar air.

He needed to clear his head. The pressures of the holiday season were getting to everyone, it seemed. Petra and Ulli weren’t the first pair of elves he had caught playing “hide the pole”. In fact, come to think of it, he thought he had seen Petra giving head to Olfar in the reindeer stables last week — at least, it had certainly looked like her set of red-bronze curls that had been bobbing up and down on Olfar’s prong, as his hands fumbled within the unlaced top of her robe, squeezing and kneading her joyous tits as her talented mouth did its work. He had almost said something then, but a moment later Olfar’s muscles tensed and his prick began pumping ropes of semen into her still sucking mouth. Then she was lacing up his velvet breeches, and he was reluctantly stuffing bahis siteleri her ripe tits back into her robe, and with a few words Santa didn’t catch they headed off in opposite directions.

To make matters worse, he wasn’t getting anything from Mrs. Claus lately. She has made it known that she was fed up with the late schedule he was keeping in order to get all the work done before the holiday, and most nights when he came home it was to a cold dinner and a pillow on the couch downstairs. He recalled the days when they had been first married. She had been a buxom wench of an elf, and could suck the color out of a candy cane. He had loved to titty-fuck her in their sleigh-bed, her pointy red tongue reaching down to lick the tip of his cock on the upstroke, its head disappearing into her pillowy mounds on the down. Those were the days… Perhaps when the Christmas season was over he would try to recapture some of that old flame. Maybe that would work.

Santa shook his head. Here he was, behind on his work schedule, and he was daydreaming. Time to get back to the workshop. He tried giving a jolly “Ho ho ho!” to make everything right again, but somehow his heart wasn’t in it and it didn’t come out sounding the way it usually did.

When he re-entered the workshop, Santa noted with approval that Petra and Ulli were back at work, completing the assembly of the rocking horse. But the hem of Petra’s robe seemed unusually high, because it rode up whenever she bent down to work on the rockers. He couldn’t quite tell if she was wearing anything under it, and he couldn’t stop recalling how inviting her ass and flowering pussy had looked in the back room. If it rode up just a little bit farther, he might be able to see it again… Santa jumped as her luscious ass wiggled, just as it had back in the storeroom, and he realized that he had been staring, and that now her sparkling green eyes were looking right back at him. She giggled, but didn’t say anything as she bent back over her work, hitching her robe up another fraction of an inch as she did so. Santa tore his gaze away.

The rest of the evening passed slowly. Toward the end of the shift, he saw Petra and Ulli exchanging significant, smoldering glances. Petra’s glistening red lips formed into a pouting O shape, and her pointed pink tongue ran lightly around its edge, flicking out momentarily and then retreating back into the moist depths. Her eyes swiveled toward Santa a moment later and winked, and Santa felt himself blushing almost as red as his robe. Fortunately, his bushy white beard hid his embarassment from the elves. Before he could react, the steam-whistle blew announcing the end of the shift, and the elves began to troop out of the workshop. With a saucy toss of her flaming curls, Petra took Ulli by the hand and led him towards the exit. She paused as they passed the spot where Santa stood, stretched up on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek. Her full breasts bursting beneath the robe flattened hungrily against his chest as she did so, and Santa felt his pole begin to stiffen below his belt.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier, Santa. I know you’re just trying to do your best for the children,” she cooed, her minty breath fresh upon his face, as her sparkling green eyes stared into his from mere inches away. Then with a little giggle, she flicked out her tongue to trace the tip of his earlobe momentarily, and was suddenly dancing away, grasping Ulli by the hand again, and heading out the door. Santa was left speechless, smelling the lingering scent of her lithe warm body, seeing her figure silhouetted in the doorway, full breasts proud and high on her chest, red hair falling to her waist, long legs slender and irresistible. The Ulli was scooping her up with both hands, she was flinging her arms around his neck, and they were gone. Santa could well imagine how they would spend the night, wildly fucking, perhaps with Olfar joining in for good measure. He sighed, and turned to survey the state of his shop.

They were not doing too badly. A lot had been accomplished, despite the elves’ tendency to sneak off together from time to time. With a little luck, they might be back on schedule by next week. Here was a doll’s cradle that wanted finishing, and there was a wooden toy soldier half assembled. If he stayed, he might finish them tonight. For a moment, he thought of Mrs. Claus. He ought to go home to her right now, he supposed. He would pick her up, carry her up the stairs, throw her on the sleigh bed and fuck her senseless, lick her hairy dripping snatch until she squirmed and begged him to stuff her with his big hungry cock…

Santa sighed, picked up a hammer, and began attaching the headboard to the doll’s cradle. He simply had to finish these toys by Christmas Eve. The children of the world were depending on him.

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The candle on the workbench had burned low by the time Santa was finished with all the toys. He just had one more to put together, a red-painted sled with wooden runners. As he held a runner up to the light, eyeing its curve, a slight noise made him canlı bahis turn his head. There, by the door was one of the young elves — Timma, he thought her name was.

“Master Claus? Why are you working so late? Everybody else is in bed now.”

In bed, but not necessarily asleep, Santa thought. “You’re not in bed, little one. I’m finishing the day’s toys. Why are you still awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” She came towards him where he sat at the workbench. Santa saw that she was not so young as he had first supposed. Her slim hips had a pleasing curve to them, and atop her chest sat two happy little breasts, perfectly in proportion with her delicate torso and slender legs. For an instant Santa thought he detected the points of her stiffened nipples pricking out through the red velvet robe she wore, and he imagined that they were high and proud. Other than the robe, she was dressed only in a pointy fur cap and fur-line slippers — her young legs were bare and graceful, emerging beneath the hem of the robe in a tapering line that led downwards from her flaring maidenly hips. Santa blinked and looked up at her face, taking in the blue, doe-like eyes that stared trustingly into his own, the dainty chin and button nose, pointed ears matching the pointy velvet cap, out of which cascaded rich tresses of straight blond hair that seemed like rivers of brushed gold falling down onto her shoulders. Her gaze was innocent as she asked, “Master Claus, can you help me?”

“Why certainly, Timma… tell me what’s wrong.”

With astonishing grace, Timma drew close to him, then settled herself into his lap as he sat there on the workbench. All the young elves were used to sitting on his lap when they were little, as he would tell them stories through the long polar winter. Now as she faced him, her eyes staring soulfully into his, her sweet breath stirring the whiskers of his beard, Santa found that he had to struggle hard to remind himself what she had asked. Sitting as she was, her robe had gaped open, and Santa could see the slopes of her pert young breasts swelling in the shadows of the garment. His cock gave a little leap under her, and he shifted uncomfortably so that she wouldn’t feel it pressing up against her soft thighs.

“I don’t think the other elves like me.” Her clear blue eyes clouded with tears as she said this, and her pink lips quivered slightly. “We all used to play together, but now Pekka and Tyko only want to spend time with Nummi. They’re always sneaking off with her and leaving me alone. And I don’t think Nummi likes me either. Once I saw Pekka in the reindeer stable. He was in Dancer’s stall, and I went up to talk to him, but he wasn’t really paying any attention to me. Then I looked down, and saw Nummi hiding below the wall of the stall. She was on her knees, and had her head pressed against Pekka’s tummy, and she wouldn’t even talk to me! All she did was kind of grunt at me without looking, and Pekka told me to go away.” Timma was crying softly now as she said this, her soft bosom heaving up and down, and her sobbing caused her sweet bottom to rub back and forth on Santa’s thigh. Her robe had ridden up, and Santa realized with a burst of arousal that her bare pussy was rubbing on his velvet breeches. His penis stiffened to attention, and when the sobbing Timma threw her arms around him, mashing her young elf-breasts against his chest, she caught his hardened cock between the outside of her limber thigh and his own belly. Each wracking sob caused an exquisite friction on his penis, and just when he thought he might burst and coat both of them with his creamy spunk, she leaned back and stared into his eyes with innocent apology.

“I’m sorry Master Claus. I know you have better things to do than listen to a silly little elf-girl. I’ll go back to bed now.” And with this she climbed off his lap, her long coltish limbs unfolding gracefully. But during her crying fit, one edge of her robe had gotten caught in Santa’s great metal belt buckle, so that when she stood up it opened up, revealing pert little breasts topped with raspberry nipples, a trim white stomach with a tiny little belly button, and the smallest little triangle of downy golden fur covering her tiny little pussy. With a squeal of embarrassment she clutched at the robe, but it was stuck fast and one of her legs caught also, so that she sprawled awkwardly onto the workshop floor, the robe coming off entirely, her delicate legs splayed wide and revealing fully the pouting lips of her nether portal. Hastily Santa rose to cover her with the robe, at the same instant as she scrambled to her hands and knees and began to stand up, so that in an instant her full bottom collided with Santa’s waist, and his still-erect cock slipped between her legs and grazed the lips of her pussy with its velvet-covered softness.

Both of them froze. Santa was too stunned to react for a moment, and before he was able to gather his wits about him, Timma began to move slightly, first forward and then back, so that her lush backside nestled itself more firmly into his groin. This action caused the velvet top güvenilir bahis of his hardened prick to rub teasingly along the lips of her cunt, and it seemed almost as though she was testing out this new sensation that had so unexpectedly presented itself. Forward and back she went again, and a low moan escaped from the back of her delicate throat. Soon she was engaging in a regular motion, her eyes half closed, panting slightly, the entirety of her concentration focused on the new and tender sensations emanating from between her thighs. Her breasts swayed with each movement, and in the guttering light of the candle cast enormous shadows upon the walls. Each stroke plowed a furrow between her pussylips, drawing a lingering caress along their edges, and coaxed a shuddering sigh from her lungs.

Suddenly her warm, sucking young cunt pulled off of Santa’s straining cock, revealing the dampness of the soaked velvet material, and her hands were working deftly at the laces of Santa’s breeches. A fierce determination showed itself in her eyes as she pulled the garment down to his knees, setting free the tautly stretched rod inside. Her slim delicate fingers curled around it testingly, exploring its length with a feathery touch. Santa groaned wordlessly, and Timma looked up at him, her doe-eyes shining, and whispered, “Now I know what Nummi was doing in Dancer’s stall.” And with that, her agile tongue flicked out teasingly and traced the tip of his cock for a moment, before retreating again between her full pink lips. Out again came the pointy little tongue, tracing around the purple crown, coating it with gleaming saliva. Then she formed her moistened lips into a round O, closing them delicately around the tip of his cock, engulfing its head in her warm wet mouth, sighing slightly as she did so, so that her warm breath fluttered along the length of his prick and her lips vibrated resonantly. Her golden hair spilled down her naked back, as she knelt before Santa with his prick in her mouth, cute little elf-breasts sticking out proudly before her, knees spread so that her wet pussy gaped openly downwards below its soft thatch of golden fur. Looking upward with her wide blue eyes, Timma slid her lips longingly down the length of Santa’s straining pole, then backwards again, running her tongue gently over its bumps and ridges as she stroked in and out, in and out. She hummed wordlessly, lost in an ecstasy of worship, soaking in the new sensations she was experiencing as his steaming meat filled her eager little mouth. Suddenly her baby-blue eyes popped open, and she pulled her lips off of Santa’s cock, which emerged wet and shining from the depths of her slender throat.

“That’s nice, but not so nice as the first thing,” she said, hopping up on the workbench and spreading her long legs around Santa’s shoulders. She grasped his prick in her tiny little hand and pulled it gently, inexorably toward the point where her legs met, where the bubbly globes of her backside lay slightly flattened on the bench, and above them the opening lips of her tiny golden pussy covered with shining golden hairs. The purple head of Santa’s cock pushed fatly into the folds of her cunt, splitting the two lips on either side and stretching them out redly, and extending the little button of her clitoris so that it rubbed against the tip. Timma lay quivering, breasts poised, mouth half open in longing. The opening lay waiting redly, expectantly, as she gradually pushed herself downwards onto the madly stiff pole, which disappeared into the sucking depths with a slow, smooth glide.

There was the briefest of hitches, and then Timma’s clutching arms pulled Santa’s cock deep within her warm folds, spearing her wanting hole with his manly weapon. A moment later, she was sliding off of him, and then back down his length, clasping his prick with a soft, firm grasp that nonetheless yielded each time he reentered her. Soon Timma was bouncing gaily on his cock, crying out with a little gasp each time she hit bottom, her tits jiggling wantonly, legs splaying out slightly with each thrust. Her mouth gaped open each time her needy pussy slid down the length of his prick, and as he slid out again her cuntlips seemed to suck tenderly at it as though sorry to see it go. Santa’s hands came down and squeezed her cute young breasts together, rubbing and playing with the desperately stiff little nipples, causing her to groan with arousal. Her rhythmic gasps filled the workshop, faster and faster, as her suddenly knowing little pussy worked his cock and her full ruby-tipped mounds occupied his hands.

With a roar, Santa felt the last of his self-restraint give way, as a river of semen gushed from his cock into her eagerly awaiting pussy. Urgent pulses of energy pumped life into her willing womb, filling her up with sticky come. Timma was lost in the throes of orgasmic bliss, her breath coming in short little gasps, head thrown back so that her delicate neck was exposed and her golden tresses spilled over the workbench. At last her throes of ecstasy subsided, and a delicate flush of color spread from her cheeks, down over her heaving young breasts, almost to the point where their bodies still remained joined, Santa’s cock buried deep within her lithe little body. “Well, now I know what I want for Christmas,” she said breathlessly.

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Celeste’s reply and we have very different sexual experiences

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. For those who haven’t yet read the previous chapters, I suggest you read them to provide context before continuing with this chapter. I am open to suggestions about where you would like this story to go, if you wish to comment. Thanks.

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I tied off the laces and tucked them away as Celeste placed her hands around her slim waist and admired her form in the mirror.

“Only a couple more inches before my fingers touch,” she said, turning to look into my eyes, “Thank you for your support in helping me reach my goals, darling.”

“That’s quite Ok, honey, it’s what fiancés do, even ones who haven’t officially been appointed yet.”

She turned to me and hugged me, burying her face in my chest and began sobbing.

“Honey, I’m sorry. I know you need time to think but the hope and tension of not knowing is really getting to me,” she replied. I hoped my comment wasn’t pushing away the one person I loved most.

She stepped back and took my hand, leading me to the sofa, where we sat alongside each other as she composed herself. Eventually she spoke.

“I thought I’d lost you,” she began, “Last week you seemed to ignore me and give all your love and attention to Margarite. I saw what she was doing; keeping me sexually satisfied with a vibrator while she took away the love of my life for herself. I felt my sexual desire decrease as she systematically numbed my clit, while fucking you like there was no tomorrow.” She buried her face against my chest once more, sobbing and mumbling: “I thought I’d lost you, darling, I really did.”

“Sweetheart, I love you; I proposed to you because I want us to be together forever. I’m sorry; I didn’t realize what Margarite was doing to you, to us. I promise I won’t work with her again. It wasn’t love between us; she was a client, and a very well-paying client at that. $50k for a week of skiing and having fun wasn’t bad; far better than we’d have earned if we’d stayed home.”

“Yes, darling, I know all that, I know she’s your best client, I’d hate for you to lose her, but not as much as I’d hate for me to lose you. I know I should have given you an answer way before now, but I just can’t seem to make the commitment and, at the same time, I just can’t seem to let you go. I’m afraid to say yes but will not say no because I might lose you. So, I seem to be stuck in limbo. Why can’t we just continue as we are? I know many people who are wonderful partners to each other until they marry, then they change, seemingly overnight, and they part a few months later. Marriage doesn’t always mean happily ever after. I don’t want us like that; I want what we have now to continue, forever.”

I stayed silent for a long time, simply holding her, feeling her body quieten as she rested against me. I knew she was through the worst as she began stroking my cock through my undershorts. It felt wonderful, as usual, and he hardened up quickly. She stayed resting against me as she repositioned my swollen appendage so the head was poking over the edge of the elastic. She used her thumb to spread the precum over the head.

I looked down her body, seeing her nipples redden and harden on her breasts. I slipped my free hand between her thighs, which she spread welcomingly, and ran my finger up her trench, feeling the wetness of her arousal. She moaned softly.

“That feels so nice, darling,” she whispered in my ear, “Towards the end of the week I missed you so much, honey. I was sexually exhausted from cumming on the vibe but I needed your body against me, but it seemed that bitch had you under her spell. So, it’s wonderful feeling you feeling me again.”

She used her other hand to cup my balls through the thin cloth, massaging them and moving them in their sac, which always felt wonderful. My mind inevitably returned to the last time they’d been massaged, by Margarite. I viewed the whole saga of our week skiing, seeing how she’d taken me away from Celeste, the love of my life, and seeing how willingly and completely I’d fallen for her feminine wiles. Celeste was right; another few days and my brainwashing would possibly have been complete; I would have belonged to Margarite as surely as if she’d purchased me as a slave on a block. So close; I came so close to rejecting Celeste and staying with that siren.

Celeste moved, tilting her head upwards, her silent request for a kiss, which I gave freely and gratefully, our tongues entwining as our passion mounted. bahis siteleri She broke the kiss and lowered her head, watching as she pulled my undershorts down, assisted by me lifting my ass off the sofa. She then straddled me, sandwiching my rampant cock between our bodies as she pressed her breasts into my chest, kissing me fervently, passionately, almost frantically, as though to reassure herself that I was real, that this moment was real.

I moved my hand over her, feeling the tension in her corset as I ran my hand over the laces I had so recently tightened. Then downwards until I caressed the globes of her ass cheeks, feeling lower, between them, the heat of her arousal in the wet cleft, so hungry for my rampant cock. I lifted her up and, while she held me around my neck, I slowly lowered her onto my waiting spike, feeling myself entering her welcoming tunnel, followed by the sensation of her walls pressing against the length of my shaft, the sensation increased by the compression of her tight corset, until finally I was completely engulfed, the root of my cock pressed firmly against her clit, the head pressed into the yielding end of her capacious cunt. We sat like that for a long time, her head resting on my shoulder, her body pressed against mine as we held each other tightly.

Whether it was deliberate or not, I felt her sheath contracting and releasing around my cock, causing subtle but persistent arousal. I became even harder and felt myself pressing further into her as she began a very slow and rhythmic movement with her hips, stimulating her clit against me while stimulating my cock with her slight movements. It took maybe half an hour before we progressed further, during which time we renewed our sexual and emotional wordless communication, becoming, once again, the sexual couple we had been before last week’s activities and my attempted hijacking by Margarite.

It was Celeste who broke the spell, moving away from me slightly, placing greater pressure on our point of conjunction, as she began moving her hips further and faster. I responded by holding her ass as I lifted her up a few inches and then plunged her downwards, pounding my cock once more into her willing, slippery receptacle. In a very few minutes we were both ready to give our ultimate expression of love to each other. As I was almost unable to hold on any longer, Celeste leant back further and began trembling and shaking, moaning between closed lips as her release approached. I let go, my cum spurting hard and deep inside her, pushing her into an even stronger orgasm as she screamed her ecstasy to the four walls, then leant against me, her clit pressing hard onto the root of my cock as she moaned for several minutes until her orgasm tapered off.

Then we were still. She lay against me, resuming the wordless, loving communication as our bodies returned to rest. After a long time, during which I felt my cock wither inside her occasionally spasming sheath, she looked up and kissed me. Again, we tongue wrestled for a short time, then she broke away and gazed at me, as though seeing me for the first time.

“That’s the Hank I remember. Thank you, honey, thank you for returning to me after your escapades with the bitch. I know, she was just a client and it was just money, but this is love; true love; love I want forever. Yes, darling, I’ll most definitely marry you, be your wife, have your children, but on one condition.”

My heart leapt with joy; she’d accepted me, the love of my life had agreed to marry me. I wondered what the condition was, but I knew that regardless of what it was, I would accept.

“Thank you, darling, that’s absolutely wonderful.” I bent my head and we kissed again, long and lovingly. Once the kiss ended, she grinned up at me.

“Don’t you want to know the condition?” she asked.

In my joy I’d already forgotten the condition. I nodded.

“The condition is that we stay as we are in our relationship. That neither of us becomes possessive of the other. It is possessiveness, the feeling of ownership that marriage can confer, that is the reason for so many break ups. I don’t own you; you don’t own me. Neither of us can tell the other what to do or what not to do unless the other permits that. We can have sex with whoever we like, whenever we like, wherever we like, provided that we reserve our love for each other only. So, sex is sex but love is just for us. If you want, you can invite a third person into our bed, as can I; we can even extend the relationship to polyamory if you wish, but our real love is for each other, only, although other partners may enjoy a lesser love from us. That is my condition.”

I remained silent, considering Celeste’s condition for accepting engagement and, ultimately, marriage. I could see her point; restricting marriages were probably the main cause of their failure. Then I considered it pragmatically: If I agreed, we would have an unknown length of very special time together and with others; if I did not accept the condition, then that would canlı bahis probably start the rift that would result in our premature breakup. There was only one possible answer.

I bent my head again and we kissed, sexily. “Yes, sweetheart, I accept your condition and look forward to a long and exciting married life together. Now, when do you want the big day?”

She grinned up at me, almost as though she’d known all along that I’d accept her condition.

“It’ll have to be in the summer because I want to be naked when I marry you, and it won’t be a private ceremony but on a public beach. So, there’ll be people around to watch us marry each other and to watch us consummate our marriage immediately afterwards. So, to avoid being arrested, I suggest we return to the beach we visited after our circus interlude.”

“An excellent idea,” I agreed immediately, relieved that I wouldn’t be spending my wedding night in lock up.

“So, now that’s decided, I want more. Sex, that is. Although Margarite’s ‘treatment’ for my nymphomania worked in the short term, by numbing and desensitizing my clit, which was her aim, it did nothing to reduce my libido long term. In fact, I feel that my body became used to a large number of orgasms each day and so has adjusted to expect that.”

Celeste stood up, ignoring my cum dripping onto the floor from her swollen lips, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We emerged several hours later, Celeste grinning from ear to ear, me feeling like I’d been through a wringer, both completely sated and completely drained. I wondered how I was going to keep up with Celeste’s demands and realized that under the condition she had made for acceptance of my marriage proposal, there was also the availability of assistance in meeting her needs. But how to find that assistance? Could I really put and advert online? Maybe something like: ‘Guys wanted to assist me in fucking my nympho fiancée.’ I chuckled to myself, thinking the best way would be to help her to obtain more clients. That way she would at least be paid, which would be an advantage, although no longer strictly necessary due to our now vastly improved financial status due largely to Margarite.

Margarite! An enigma. I powered on my laptop and the first email was from none other than Margarite.

‘Hi Hank and Celeste, thanks for a great time at the ski resort. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as we did.

‘Dietrich and I belong to The Crucible BDSM club in DC and next week they have a guest night (usually once a month – guests can only attend two per year without joining, which is easy and cheap). So, I’d like to invite you along to the night and Dietrich is inviting Celeste. That way we can continue our relationships in a slightly different and more exciting setting.

‘Dietrich and I will be dressing for a Roman orgy, wearing togas, so I suggest that you might like to join us in that theme. Let me know if you’re interested. It’s Friday of next week and usually starts at 9pm and goes through to around 2am, but we could leave earlier if you really feel the need. Afterwards you are most welcome to return home with us and spend the remainder of the night at our home.

‘We’ll look forward to hearing from you. Love, Margarite xx’

I called Celeste over from the kitchen and she read the email over my shoulder. Once she’d finished, she had a grin on her face.

“We’re accepting, of course, aren’t we?”

“If you’re happy to then I guess I will be too. I’m still a little dubious about Margarite’s intentions but they may change once she learns we’re now engaged. It will definitely be interesting to see how she responds.”

“Well, it’ll probably make things less tense between you and her. After all, before you had the guilt of feeling you were betraying me, but now, due to your agreement to the condition I imposed, there is no reason to feel guilty; you can have both of us, just as I have you and Dietrich, and many others at the club that night I hope.”

“That would have to be about the sluttiest thing I’ve heard you say, and that’s saying something. Bu8t you’re right; there now is no reason why I should see Margarite as a problem, and I’ll be the first to admit that sex with her is great – almost as great as with you.”

Celeste bent and kissed me, gripping a handful of soft cock as she did so while I cupped her breasts tenderly. “You say the nicest things, darling,” she grinned, “Ooohhhh, I’m sooo happy. We’re engaged; going to be married; have the opportunity to have an open marriage with lots of sexual partners. How much happier could a girl be?”

“Well, there is one thing; we’re a working couple so we need to be able to service our clients and must be sure that there are no serious marks from BDSM activities showing on our bodies. So, we’ll need to point that out to Margarite.”

“Yes, I totally agree,” replied Celeste, looking down her beautiful body, “I wonder how whip and cane marks would look all over my tits and pussy. Probably better not to find out, at least, not güvenilir bahis while I still have clients. Speaking of which, I have one tonight.”

“Yes, so do I. A father phoned and asked if I could carefully and sensitively deflower his 18-year-old daughter. Apparently, she has a boyfriend and it’s getting serious, but she’s really scared about sex and losing her virginity, so he felt that a sensitive, experienced male would be preferable to an impetuous, inexperienced youth. I agreed. Ah, the things we have to do.”

“Yes, it’s a tough job but I can see by your broad grin that you’re probably able to manage it. Just remember to use a condom; we don’t want any little Hanks running about and as she’s a virgin she’s probably not on the pill or any other form of contraceptive.”

“Yes, darling, I had thought of that and am prepared. I am a professional. You know.”

Celeste poked her tongue out at me then took my hand and led me to the kitchen, where we ate lunch. After lunch I helped Celeste into her corset and adjusted it until it was slightly tighter. As usual, she used her hands around her waist to check the measurement; as usual, her fingers didn’t quite meet yet.

“Another few weeks, I would think,” I commented.

“Yeah, guess so,” she replied breathlessly, “Time for a nap. I’m picking that I’ll be out all night tonight.”

“Oh, Ok, that’s fine. I guess I’ll be home quite early. Once my client no longer has her virginity, she’ll probably want to have sex with her boyfriend asap, I would think.”

Celeste slept for a while and I checked emails and visited the website of The Crucible. It looked interesting, to say the least, so I was excited by the prospect of visiting. I replied to Margarite’s email, thanking her and Dietrich for the invitation, then checked out a few more interesting sites before beginning preparations for supper. I interrupted those to help Celeste back into her corset after she’d awoken and showered, then we ate an early supper, Celeste returning to her room to dress and make herself up for the evening, while I finished in the kitchen and selected suitable clothes to wear to put parental minds at ease as I introduced their precious daughter to sex for the first time.

I took a cab to the Stevenson’s house and rang the polished doorbell, hearing the musical chimes through the house. The father, David, opened the door and was obviously expecting me. We shook hands and he led me inside and introduced me to his wife, Peggy and 18-year-old daughter, Olivia.

“Would you like a drink?” asked David.

“Just a cordial, please,” I replied, adhering to my rule of never drinking alcohol on the job.

He brought some orange cordial for Olivia and me, handed a wine to Peggy and sat down, holding his whiskey.

“Well, here’s to success tonight,” he toasted, much to Olivia’s embarrassment.

We chatted for a while, trying to draw Olivia into the conversation, but she’d have none of it. She sipped her drink while looking at the floor for most of the time, replying in grunts if she was asked a question directly. So much for establishing rapport with the client before getting down to business, I thought.

Once we’d finished our drinks, David announced that it was time to ‘get down to business’, as he put it. This seemed to be a signal for Olivia to make a final attempt to put off the inevitable.

“Mom, do I have to do this?” she pleaded, looking directly at Peggy for the first time all evening.

“We’ve been through this many times already and we’ve all decided that it’s the best thing for you. Far better than being brutalized by some animal of a boyfriend for his own pleasure,” she replied.

I wondered how I would be able to carry out my role with a person who was obviously unwilling to give permission for sexual contact to take place. To go against Olivia’s wishes would be rape, and that was something I stayed well clear of. As the obvious impasse was not going to disappear quickly, if at all, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I stood and sat beside Olivia, close but not touching.

“Tell me about your boyfriend,” I said in what I hoped was a friendly manner.

She turned and looked at me then. I kept a neutral, gentle smile on my face to encourage her to talk, I hoped. Something worked because she began talking to me, telling me about Rick, the guy who was six months older than her. They’d met nearly a year ago, started hanging out and gradually fell in love. I could tell by the way she spoke that she really loved him.

“So why do you want me to take your virginity when it would be so much more romantic if Rick did?”

She cast a hard glance in her parents’ direction. “Mom and Dad think it best if I have an expert,” she said, “So nothing bad happens. I really, really want Rick to be my first, but Mom and Dad say no and Rick’s parents support them also. He’s a virgin too, so neither of us know much about this; only what we learnt from SexEd, which is pretty useless when it comes to anything practical.”

I saw a possibility and wondered if all parties could agree. “What would happen if Rick could take your virginity and lose his at the same time and there was no chance of anything going wrong?” I asked.

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Emily had to stay late to finish filing her boss’s case and drive home late, so it was a lose-lose situation. But she was determined to do it. Being a strict Catholic and a virgin at 21 was difficult for her but living alone helped her with this predicament.

“What a fucking mess” said Emily as she looked around the last pile of papers. After putting them in their respective cabinets, Emily handed the keys to the guard and entered her car. She looked at the bag of chips from the morning and after letting out a cry of agony, she drove out of the parking lot.

She took her time but eventually reached the railway tracks which divided the downtown area and the suburbs. “Oh shit oh no please not now…” said Emily as her car started to struggle and stopped at a corner.

Emily tried to look at any sign of a problem but couldn’t find anything, so immediately went to look for help in a house nearby.

Out came Jack, a twenty something himself who drunk as hell because his parents had left him home alone to teach him a lesson. Ironically, Jack’s passion was racing so seeing a beautiful, wet, lonely but well maintained Sedan outside turned him on.

Jack only noticed Emily when he allowed her to stay for the night, but he had his eyes on her car. “Um thanks. I know the weather’s crazy but my car just gave up you bahis siteleri know,” said Emily.

“It happens, I mean machines right? But I’ll look into it tomorrow. The room’s upstairs so help yourself out kay?” replied Jack hesitantly.

“No, I want to sit here if you don’t mind,” said Emily as she had seen Jack staring at her body so she wanted to make sure his intentions weren’t wrong.

Jack showed her the way to the shower and gave her old clothes. She undressed immediately and threw her wet clothes out. However, she had forgotten her cell phone and car keys which she wanted to keep near to herself.

After putting on a towel, she came to collect them but was shocked to see Jack sniffing her clothes like a search dog. “Oh my God what the hell are you doing?” shouted Emily.

“I was just seeing if they were dirty or something miss,” a shaken Jack replied.

She rushed to grab her phone and keys but Jack stopped her. He convinced her that he was only looking to put the clothes into the washing machine after showing her that her jeans were already in there.

Emily decided to stay and after taking a shower, she came out to see Jack watching some Game Of Thrones footage. She hated that show because of the nudity and all but watched it anyway with him.

Moments later, their hands touched as canlı bahis siteleri a sex scene ended. Soon they were shoulder to shoulder after a sword fight scene ended. And finally, Jack put his arms behind Emily and rubbed her back.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but I haven’t done… this ever. So please… don’t” a shy smile remarked.

“Well, somebody told me first time for everything isn’t that bad,” replied Jack.

Both realized that Emily was a virgin and Jack had lost his virginity recently. Emily being the hungrier of the two stood up and asked Jack to stand up.

Jack and Emily stood in front of each other and the former took her to his room. “Your turn” said Jack after taking of his clothes. Slowly and seductively, Emily took off the shirt. Her puffy nipples in full sight. Then she took off the shorts which Jack had given her. Her trimmed coin slot was there for a thirsty Jack.

Jack tried to kiss her but Emily stopped him and went down. She grabbed his penis and started sucking it. Jack moaned but Emily was in mood. It was her first experience after all.

Emily kept going and going and Jack was already having a better time than the first time. Emily could her Jack’s cries but didn’t care. He started sweating and breathing heavily so Emily let go.

She wiped off the cum canlı bahis on her mouth as she threw Jack on the bed. Being the weaker of the two, Jack bounced away like a ragdoll. Emily was now on top of Jack and both started kissing each other.

Jack stroked her pussy while kissing her neck and Emily made a whimpering sound. He started rubbing it even more as she eventually came. Then, Emily started smothering Jack’s face with her boobs as they bounced up and down on the bed.

Soon, Jack turned her over and started fucking her in the ass. Jack kissed grabbed her hair while kissing her neck, face, pits, chest and arms everywhere and Emily replied with a lovely smirk.

Emily let out screams of “Yes!” as she wrapped her feet around Jack’s dick and gave it a nice rub. Their wet and sweaty bodies only helped their cause as the room got hotter.

Emily and Jack switched sides as she grabbed his head and he gladly put it between her legs. Jack started kissing and licking everywhere whereas Emily gave him a hard handjob.

After drying him out, Emily sat on top of him and rubbed her ass and pussy on him even denying him any air. Jack’s body eventually gave up and he stopped holding Emily’s boobs.

Emily got off him and crashed beside him. “Thank you” she whispered in his ears. Jack opened his eyes for a while and after seeing an overjoyed and a non-virgin Emily beside him, he passed out and went to sleep.

Emily stayed the night and left after promising him a date and thanking him for turning a crappy day into a wonderful night.

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“Let’s go swimming…” he murmured into my ear, traveling the length of my neck with his fingers and lips, torturing me with an undeniable, exquisitely slow sensuality. I groaned, my body seeming to melt upon itself as I imagined the feel of him stroking the fire within me combined with the cool water on my blazing skin. “Oh, god, yes….” I groaned, saying yes to a multitude of things, desire causing my voice to flow from my lips with a new rawness.

He was all blondness and brazenness that night, and Time appeared to draw still and it seemed as though we were instantly there, standing next to the unlit pool under a moonlit sky. I shivered and his arm wrapped around my shoulders as he smiled at me, not asking if I were cold, a knowing smile resting softly on his lips. “Come on.” He urged, pulling me into the water beside him and circling my waist with his hands.

I gasped, feeling the water flow around my naked breasts as the shirt he had let me wear billowed out. My waist length, jet-black hair, free of its tidy braid, spread fan-like around me and I saw his eyes stop to admire it for the first time. His hands against my lower back shot electric impulses up and down my spine and I strained against him, feeling the rigidness of his engorged cock against my thigh. I shivered, the wetness between my legs having little to do with the water from the pool. As he began to draw me into a slow dance, my eyes closed and my head began to spin—Suddenly, I didn’t know if it were my head that was spinning or our movements—but I sank closer into his arms, shivering with mounting need as I pressed myself into him, wanting him more than I have ever wanted anyone.

“Please…” I found myself moaning, as his lips traveled the length on my neck. Goosebumps rose on my arms and my nipples grew harder still. He laughed softly against my cheek, as if we shared a secret no one else knew. A small shuffling sound drew my eyes towards a nearby window, and then another. Suddenly alert and amused, I took in the dim lights around us and saw blinds parting discreetly as at least a dozen eyes watched us with rapt fascination.

“Do you,” I began, laughing into his shoulder, “know what they are thinking?”

His grin was fast and erotic. “Yes…they want to see us fuck.”

We laughed together, and it seemed as though all of those lights grew dark. canlı bahis We could still feel the stares, but it only seemed to heighten our desire and the eroticism of the moment. “In that case,” I murmured, “why disappoint them?”

Our lips met and as my lips parted, I felt a jolt of fire spread through my body as our tongues began to dance. My eyes closed and I felt myself surrender as his hands slipped beneath my shirt and he began to caress my breasts, rolling his fingers over my rock-hard nipples. My hands tore at his shorts and my fingers closed around the hardest, biggest cock I had ever felt!

My eyes flew open and he was smiling at me, his cock growing even harder as I stroked him from length to base, easily reaching nine inches, and as thick as my wrist! My breath came out in gasps as I imagined him trying to fit that monster into my tiny pussy, wet as it was!

We were at the shallow end, in perhaps only 4 ft of water. The water came up to my chest anyway, my 4’11 frame delicate against his 5’8 one, and easily he lifted me up onto a shelf in one smooth motion. My legs parted of their own accord, and suddenly I felt his lips on my inner thigh. I felt myself grew weak as he gently eased my legs apart even further, and then he was there, burying his face in my smooth, bare little pussy.

“You shave…” He murmured approvingly, licking my creaminess like a delicious dessert against his perfect tongue. I moaned, urging him on by spreading my legs wider, and tugging at his blond hair, begging him with my little cries to lick my pussy more!

“God, you taste so sweet! I’ve never tasted such a sweet pussy!” He exclaimed, driving his tongue deeper. “It must be an Asian thing, because they sure don’t make this kind of shit around here!” He exclaimed.

I felt my pussy begin to contract and furiously he began to work his tongue inside me, sliding one thick finger into my wet cunt. I screamed loudly as my juices began to gush all over his face, come leaking out of my long-neglected pussy as he continued to eat me.

“Fuck, you are delicious!” He said again, working his way up to my rigid nipples. “I’m so fucking hard, woman!”

Lying there, with my legs spread lewdly and his face glistening with my pussy juice, reality set in and I became increasing aware of what I was doing. I felt embarrassed as my bahis siteleri old world values and ideas lay tossed aside next to me. Shame drew a flush to my cheeks and I averted my large, almond-shaped eyes. “I can’t believe this!” I whispered, suddenly humiliated. “I never do this kind of thing!”

He paused briefly, frowning, then sighed at my dramatic change of mood. “Sherry…” he began, and then stopped, his hand pressing against his painfully swollen cock. I turned to look into his cobalt grey eyes and I began to cry. “I don’t want to be a one-night stand.” I said, quietly. “Not with you. I couldn’t stand it…” I explained.

“I can’t promise anything, Sherry,” He said, honestly, looking at me. His handsome face became serious and he reached out to touch my cheek. “I think you are beautiful, and smart, and funny…and I like you, more than I have liked anyone in a long time. But I can’t make promises…” He laughed suddenly, mischievously. “I can tell you that you are the sweetest girl I’ve known in a long time—personality wise, and that pussy of yours!”

I paused, then I felt the hilarity creep up on me. Suddenly, we were laughing hysterically. I felt my resolution dissolve and I smiled at him. It had been a long time, nearly four years without anyone besides my ex-husband. It was time to move on, all right…and I wanted him!

Slowly, I slid back into the water and wrapped my arms around his neck. “All right, then…that’ll be enough…”I whispered, kissing his cheek as his lips passed over my forehead. “But please…be gentle with me….”

“I promise…” He said, lifting us onto the cool cement and sliding off his shorts and positioning his cock at my waiting entrance. I grimaced as I felt the wide head part the first outer folds, and despite my wetness, I stiffened, panicking immeaditatly as I felt him push and enter with difficulty. “Relax….” He groaned, angling my legs around his waist, “You’re too fucking tight….”

Gradually he eased about two inches in, and I almost screamed from the pain of it. My poor pussy, always tight and firm, seemed to balk at something so large and hard! Still, wetness gushed from inside me and I felt myself rocking frantically against his incredible dick as I began to come on just his head!

“God damn!” He groaned, feeling my pussy contract around him. He took a deep breath, and canlı bahis siteleri impaled me with his cock, burying that nine-inch monster inside me. My nails dug into his back and I came again, almost wailing as I spasamed around him, riding his cock like an American girl!

“This is fucking unbelievable!” He groaned, fucking me relentlessly, his hips rocking against mine as our passion began to explode. “Fuck, I’ve never…never felt anything so damn tight…your pussy in unbelievable….”

He yelled outloud suddenly, stiffening as his cum exploded inside me. “Oh, fuck yeah!” He cried, his eyes shutting tightly as he pistoned into my narrow channel. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life!”

“I want to taste us…” I cried out, pushing him back. Eagerly I dove to his crotch and wrapped my mouthh around his still rigid cock. I could taste my pussy juice and his cum on his dick as I sucked him dry, and as I began to work my tongue around the tiny hole at top, and when I pumped his cock enthusiastically, I was rewarded by a blast of warm cum! “Give it to me!” I yelled wildly, brazenly baring my firm ass to him, feeling wild and animalistic in ways I had never felt before.

His eyes grew wide and his cock grew even harder as he jumped on me, growling. “Oh, yeah? Think you can take this monster?” he challenged, feeling my bottom with his wide, rough hands, “Your pussy could barely take it, I’ll rip you in half!”

I could only moan in reply, feeling every fantasy return to my mind and seeing his face take on every shadowy figure in those fantasies. I felt like a whore, and loved it. “Fuck my ass!” I screamed, pushing back at him, feeling my pussy flowing with his cum.

He lathered the tip and length of his amazing dick with our juices and began to push at my small brown hole. I grimaced but tried to relax—a long time ago, I had been broken in by a guy with a 4 inch dick—but compared to that, I felt like an ass virgin! Still, I wanted it, so I gave a brutal push back and felt his ruthless cock spear my insides like a hot poker, filling me like I’ve never been filled before.

“So, you like it like this, dirty sex, want to be my little whore, my little asian whore, my china doll?” He groaned, yanking my hair as he rode me fiercely.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned, feeling his cock work inside me and feeling faint and delicious all at once. “Fuck me harder!” I groaned.

We came at the same time, screaming loudly, and collapsed on the cement, holding each other tight. It seemed as though we heard applause, and we looked at each other and laughed.

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It has been a really long time since I posted the previous chapter of Paradise Island. I moved jobs and became really busy and the muse just left me. Thanks to everybody who kept sending me emails to carry on writing the story. Without those emails, I wouldn’t have found it in me to restart writing. Hopefully, the next chapter won’t be so long in the writing!

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It’s best to go back and read the previous chapters. If you don’t want to, here’s a brief summary:

Paradise Island is a tropical island in the south seas. It is very isolated from the rest of the world and is divided into five estates. Some trace elements in the soil of the island skew the population so that twice as many girls are born as boys. The girls are also quite beautiful and ‘feminine’. The head of the estate has complete control of all the people on his estate.

Tom’s sister Jill has recently been widowed. She had been married to the head of the Fontana estate and she suspected Serbius of murdering him. Serbius wants to take over the Fontana estate and Jill asked Tom to come over and take over as the head of the Fontana estate. Tom came over, enjoys himself with several girls and gets engaged to Macy – the previous Fontana head’s sister. However, the council doesn’t agree to Tom taking over as the head and asks him to leave with Jill and Macy once they are married. Before they get married, Tom is framed for the murder of Serafina – one of the girls on his estate..

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Tom looked up in a desultory fashion when the guard came in and announced visitors. There was no specific prison in Paradise Island and he had been held in the Council building with a few guards.

Jill and Macy came in. He had been sitting listless and wan and Macy came running into his arms. He held her without any great force. His sister Jill said, “Tom, you’ve got to buck up. All of our lives are at stake here. You cannot just sit quietly while they railroad you into a murder charge. We know you couldn’t possibly have killed Serafina and you have to prove it to everybody.”

Tom looked in surprise at his sister at her angry tone. Slowly, some of her anger seeped into him as well. He became more aware of his fiancee’s body in his arms. He held her more tightly and smiled grimly at Jill. “You are right!” he told Jill, “We’ve got to find the bastard who killed Serafina and make sure Macy and I get married, so we can all leave the island.”

“I have to tell you something else,” said Jill, “We just heard last night that Dad is dead.”

“Pa! dead?” said Tom looking shocked.

“Yes,” said Jill, “I’m leaving now to go home. The council agreed that I could leave the island and go to Mom immediately. The boat leaves in half an hour. It’s bad timing but Mom needs me more.”

Tom shook his head.

“It never rains but it pours!” he thought.

Aloud, he said, “You are right. Your place is by Mom now. Don’t worry about me. Macy and I’ll sort out this charge here and come out and meet you back home.”

He disengaged himself from Macy and stood up. He hugged Jill and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

“We’ll keep you informed of developments here,” he said. Jill nodded and left.

Tom sat down again and took Macy’s dainty hands in his larger hands. His keen lawyer’s mind had started ticking again. “Find out what Serbius was doing in the days leading up to the mid-summer party and who he was with. It wasn’t a coincidence that he was so conveniently around to accuse me as soon as Serafina was knifed.”

Macy nodded. They hugged and kissed until it was time for Macy to leave.

The council met two days later and Tom was called in. He looked around past the guards’ shoulders. The room was crowded and there was a large contingent from his own estate. He recognized several girls that he had fucked and more that he hadn’t. Tom realized with a pang that even if he beat the rap, he’d still have to leave Paradise Island in a few days and the days of masterful debauchery would be just a memory.

The five council members (including Macy who was representing the Fontana estate) sat in the front of the dock. Tom was seated in a chair and four men stood guard round him. Serbius was seated in the front row of the audience, looking very pleased. As the senior council member, Lukid called the room to order and asked the prosecutor to start his work.

The prosecutor, a dry old-ish looking man, gave a brief outline of events leading up to Serafina’s knifing. Tom raised no objections as the case was laid out against him. Several witnesses were called who testified that they had seen Tom looking angry when Serafina danced with other men. Another witness, a girl from the Fontana estate, testified that Tom had pulled Serafina out of the unknown man’s hands and the next thing they knew was that Serafina was on the ground with clutching her stomach and bleeding.

Tom stood up and looked at the girl carefully. He remembered her as the girl who had served him breakfast a couple of times. He remembered the feel of canlı bahis her bottom in his hands as he had felt her up while she was bent at the waist serving Jill or Macy. He had even felt her tits – smallish but with very perky and sensitive nipples – when she bent in front of him while serving him. He smiled at her and the girl blushed. Tom suddenly remembered her name.

“Marie,” he asked, “Did you see me stab Serafina?”

“No Sir,” she replied.

“Thank you, Marie,” Tom said and added, “No more questions.”

It was now Tom’s turn to lay the case for the defence.

He called for Firni to be his first witness.

“Firni, did you dress me on the day of the murder?” Tom asked when she was seated and sworn in.

“Yes Sir,” she replied.

“Was there a knife on me?” he asked.

“No Sir,” she replied, “There was no knife on you at all.”

“Thank you, Firni”

Tom let her off the stand.

He looked at her back and remembered how he had fucked Firni and Serafina in a menage-a-trois (his first) the day after he had landed on Paradise Island. He shook his head and concentrated on the task at hand.

Tom called out, “My next witness is Serbius.”

There was a stir in the courtroom as everybody looked at Serbius in surprise. Serbius himself looked astonished.

Once Serbius was ready, Tom asked him, “Serbius, why were you at the Fontana estate’s mid-summer party?”

“Why?” asked Serbius looking perplexed.

He had clearly not anticipated Tom’s question and was wondering where this was leading.

“Yes, why? You were not invited to the party. Didn’t you have any friends at your own estate’s party?” Tom teased.

A titter passed through the courtroom and Serbius became angry. This was exactly the reaction Tom was hoping for. If he could get the witness angry, he’d reveal more than if he was carefully controlled.

Serbius sat silent for a tense few seconds and before Tom could open his mouth, a voice called out from the back of the courtroom, “I know why he was there. He knew the murder was going to be committed and he wanted to be there to pull Tom down.”

Everybody, including the council, turned to the voice. It was John, Lukid’s nephew and heir. He walked down the aisle to the dock and bowed to the council.

John said, “I know this is irregular, but I’d like to present some evidence that I’ve gathered.”

Lukid waved at him to continue. Obviously, trials on Paradise Island were run far more informally than back home.

John turned and said loudly, “Bring them in!”

Several men and women from the Fontana and Lukid households came in, surrounding a group of foreigners. Tom glanced at Serbius. Serbius was looking panicky and darting quick glances at the exits. He caught Macy’s eye and glanced meaningfully at the doors. She caught on and with a sign, stationed guards on all the doors.

Meanwhile John pushed one of the guys forward and said, “We caught him with the murder weapon. He’s confessed that he killed Serafina. Serbius promised him and his mates gold and several Fontana women as mistresses once Serbius became the head of the Fontana estate.”

A slow growl swept through the courtroom as they digested John’s statement. They were not angry about the gold or even the murder but about promising Paradisian women to outsiders as payment. That contradicted the duty of the heads of estate to look after his women. The head of the estate could enjoy all the women he wanted and they accepted that. That did not mean they were slaves who could be sent where they did not want to go – especially to foreigners.

“Lies! All lies!” screamed Serbius.

“I have proof,” John said and took out a battery powered tape recorder. Most of the people in the courtroom had never seen such a device and didn’t know what it was. They looked at it suspiciously. John pressed a button and Serbius’s voice boomed out.

“I’m not going to give up. I mean to become head of Fontana and make those two stuck-up bitches grovel in front of me. Sam, you and your guys will be well rewarded. I’ve already given you half the money and the other half will be given once you kill one of the girls with that guy and frame him for it. Once I become the chief, you can each select three girls of your choice from the serving women to be your play things. Those girls will show you what paradise is!”

Serbius’s laugh cackled out and John pressed another button and stopped the player.

John said, “There’s no honour among thieves. They wanted to be sure you’d not renege on the deal once they did their work. That’s why they secretly recorded your conversation.”

With a snarl, Serbius took out a knife from a hidden pocket and jumped at Tom. Instinctively, Tom grabbed Serbius’s wrists, desperately trying to stop the knife from reaching his throat. Tom was no match for Serbius in his maniacal state. The knife slowly reached Tom’s throat.

John and a couple of his friends recovered from their shock and jumped on Serbius’s back, pulling at his upper arms. It became very confused bahis siteleri after that. Serbius fell down and John and his friends fell with Serbius. They rolled around for a few seconds before a scream rang out and they were all still. John and his friends slowly stood up, bleeding from nicks and scratches. Serbius however remained on the ground, the knife deep in his chest. The knife had slipped in between the ribs straight into the heart and there was surprisingly little bleeding.

The courtroom was cleared and Tom was sent back to the little office which served as his cell. An hour later, Macy and John came in and told him he had been cleared of the murder charge.

Macy gave him a quick hug and said, “I’ve got to go back to the council. We are discussing something even more important!”

Tom frowned as Macy walked away, wondering what was that important.

Tom thanked John for his help and John shrugged deprecatingly, “It was your idea to concentrate on Serbius.”

They went out of the building. Several of John’s men and Fontana men came and congratulated him. Somebody brought out a tambourine and started playing. Some women joined them and they started dancing together in the shade of the trees. Tom did not join them. He just sat on a stone platfrom surrounding a large tree looking at the dancing people and savouring his freedom. John stayed with him in companionable silence.

A council official came out and asked Tom and John to go into the council meeting. When Tom and John walked in, they were directed to two seats at the council table. Lukid cleared his throat, “After a lot of discussion, we’ve decided that Tom is the best person to head the Fontana estate once he marries Macy.”

Tom’s jaw dropped in surprise and John gave a whoop of delight. Macy was smiling widely and clapped her hands. Lukid waited until there was silence and said, “It has also been decided that blood relatives should not hold more than one house simultaneously.”

Tom and John were both stunned. No wonder Serbius’s father and brother were looking stormy. One of them would have to give up their house.

Lukid then turned to Tom and held out his hand. Tom took it and they shook hands. Lukid said, “Welcome aboard, Tom. I’d like you to marry Macy as soon as possible, preferably within a day or two. I want to settle this whole matter and put it behind us.”

Lukid sighed and suddenly looked old. The whole affair had been a big shock to him.

Tom, Macy and the whole contingent of Fontana members returned home in high spirits. Tom and Macy immediately went to the communications room and called up Jill.

“Hi Sis! How’s mom?” asked Tom when he heard Jill’s voice.

“Tom! You are free!” shrieked Jill.

“And not just free, Jill. It’s official. Tom will be the head of the Fontana household as soon as we get married,” said Macy over his shoulder.

“Wow! That’s great news. I can’t wait to get back to Paradise Island,” said Jill.

“Unfortunately we have to be married in the next day or two,” said Macy.

“Oh No! I don’t want to miss the wedding!” wailed Jill.

“HOW’S MOM?” Tom almost shouted interrupting the conversation between his sister and his fiancee.

“Don’t shout, Tom. Remember, you are not yet the head of the house”, said Jill. Tom could almost imagine his sister wagging her finger. He snorted and Jill relented, “Mom’s taken it quite well. Apparently, mom and dad had led quite separate lives in the last few years and mom’s not too grief stricken.”

“Oh!” said Tom. He hadn’t really thought about his mom and dad’s marriage in any great depth and this was news to him.

“It’ll take me a couple of weeks to sort out all the stuff here before I can make it back there. Have a wonderful wedding and I may have a surprise for you,” said Jill.

“Surprise?” asked Tom.

Jill said, “Surprise. May have.”

They signed off after Macy and Jill had another animated conversation about the wedding. Tom wanted to talk to his mother, but Jill said she was out.

Tom and Macy decided to get married the next day and make it a very simple affair. They sent invitations to a very few of Macy’s friends and to the four heads of houses. The heads of houses declined but sent representatives. Lukid sent John in his stead even though John had also been invited as a friend.

Tom wanted a quiet night and went to bed on his own. The next day dawned bright and three giggling girls woke up Tom. They were all wearing the short cotton shifts that revealed their legs and moulded their boobs. They helped Tom with his ablutions and Tom helped himself to their willing bodies. He cupped their tits and bottoms. He pulled them close and kissed them. He pinched their nipples and thrust his fingers into their cunts. The women seemed to enjoy his attentions as much as he did. He was rock hard and the girls took turns feeling his cock. However, he did not fuck any of the girls. He was getting married this day and he wanted it to be just Macy today.

When they finally took off his clothes, his twitching bahis firmaları cock stood at ninety degrees to his body. One of the girls immediately dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth. The warm, wet feeling almost overwhelmed Tom and he was tempted to let the girl continue her blow job. He stopped himself in time and asked the girl to get up. The three women were very astonished when he asked them to just give him his bath without any hanky-panky. The three girls clothes got wet and transparent and it took a long time for his erection to come down.

By tradition, Tom and Macy were not allowed to meet all day and the wedding commenced in the evening. All the heads of houses’ sent gifts. The gifts included several nubile girls from each house along with material things. Tom’s eyes widened in delight when Lukid’s gift turned out to include Esha. Esha was a pretty Fontana girl with a wonderful, firm bust topped by sensitive nipples that were not too big or too small. Her bottom was quite shapely too. Tom had given her as a gift to Lukid when she was a virgin after fucking her in the ass. She was now coming back. Tom looked forward to putting his hands on her magnificent tits and then felt guilty about thinking such thoughts with his beautiful bride standing next to him. If he asked, however, Macy would be the first person to disrobe Esha and help him ravish her.

Finally, the guests left and Tom and Macy went to the nuptial room that had been made ready for them. Both of them felt impatient to consummate their marriage. Macy would have let him take her a long time ago, but Tom had insisted that he wanted to take her virginity only on their wedding night. When they entered the nuptial room, Tom saw a big, round bed surrounded by lots of candles. The room was filled with white tropical flowers giving off a musky fragrance. Macy noticed that the three girls who had given him a bath in the morning were waiting to serve them. They helped Tom and Macy take off their clothes. Tom’s cock hardened rapidly when he saw Macy’s beautiful body revealed. She was a tall, willowy girl with a slim waist and long legs. Her boobs were not as big as some others’ that he had seen but they were at least a C-size and they were very firm. Her butt was rounded and flared delightfully from her slim waist. Tom noticed that Macy’s pussy hair had been carefully trimmed. There was no hair on her pussy lips and a carefully delineated strip above her pussy.

Macy saw Tom’s hot stare on her body and dropped her eyes. Her glance fell on his rampant cock and she blushed furiously. Tom rapidly closed the distance between them and took Macy in his arms. His cock lay like a steel rod across her belly and Macy’s boobs were crushed against Tom’s broad chest. Tom’s arms encircled Macy at the waist and her arms snaked round his neck. Tom’s face dipped and Macy’s face upturned to look at him. Their open mouths met in an hard kiss. Tom’s tongue darted out into Macy’s mouth. After a brief pause, Macy’s tongue met his in a hot duel. Tom’s right hand came up from her waist to the back of her head. He gripped her head and pushed it harder against his mouth. Macy’s hands tightened further round his neck. The kiss went on and on. Tom’s left hand dropped from Macy’s waist to her ass. He squeezed his wife’s ass gently and pushed it against his groin. Macy was moaning against his mouth. Tom closed his eyes and gave himself to his sense of touch.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of boobs crushed against his back and a hand gently fondling his dangling balls. He broke the kiss with a jerk and separated from Macy. He saw that the three girls who had helped him and Macy undress were still in the room. They were nude as well.

“What?” cried Tom, looking confused.

Macy put her hand on his arm and said, “Tom, I am a virgin and not experienced. I did not want our wedding night to be a disappointment to you, so I asked them to stay on and help me.”

She looked so worried that Tom laughed. “My dear darling bride! I love you and there’s no way this night will be a disappointment. I want this night to be just the two of us.”

Turning to the three girls, he said, “Off you go!”

The girls waited until Macy nodded and prepared to leave. Tom saw their boobs bouncing as they curtsied to him and one of them turned round and bent at the waist to pick up her dress. He saw her pussy peeping out from below her butt. As they were going off, he couldn’t resist adding, “Come back tomorrow morning and if I’ve any energy left, I’ll fuck you all.” They glanced back and left with a laugh.

Tom turned to Macy and whispered, “Alone, at last!”

He led her to the bed and laid her on it. Tom stretched himself next to Macy and lay on his side propping himself on his left elbow. Tom lay the palm of his right hand on Macy’s flat stomach. He slowly glided his hand up to her left tit and squeezed it gently. At the same time he bent his head towards her and started kissing her. Macy squirmed under his hand with excitement. Her tongue came out to meet his in a glad duel. Tom moved his hand to her other boob and squeezed it as well. The firm yet velvety soft feel of her boobs was heavenly. He circled his index finger on her brown rippled aureole and pinched her erect nipple between his finger and thumb.

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