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CHAPTER 1

Have you ever woken up with the feeling that the day somehow had something special installed for you? Hmm, well, this morning felt just like that. But unlike other occasions when the promise ended by delivering up something good, this morning the sensation had a ring of apprehension about it. Don’t ask me how I knew, that’s just the way it felt to me right that minute, deep in my gut. I may not have all that many years of experience tucked in my belt, but those I have have taught me to heed my ‘gut feeling’, my intuition.

“Bugger!,” I moaned to myself as I hauled my weary body from the rumpled sheets. The show must go on, time stands still for no woman … clichés began scrolling across my mind’s window. I cast a saddened glance at the empty bed then, following a few minutes of ritualistic stretching, I padded my way into the kitchen. Reaching into the refrigerator for the carton of pulp-free orange juice, so recently squeezed and shipped to me from the sunny south as announced proudly by the all too bright lettering, I leaned back against the cool granite counter and sipped the refreshing fluid, letting it slip down my throat while gazing out at a dreary grey day filtering through the warm wooden slatted blinds. My mind began its habitual scanning of the day’s schedule, noting several staff and management meetings, lunch with a new client (promising?), yet more meetings, then the arrival time of your flight from the coast. A silky smirk of a smile drew itself across my lips and I ran the tip of my tongue around them savoring the juice glistening there. “Just you wait”, I murmured to myself returning the carton to its place among the fully stocked shelves in the fridge. It’s been way too long since I laid hungry eyes on you and a tingle of anticipation ripples through my body at the thought of having you here at home for several weeks … all to myself.

I moved quickly out of the kitchen, its elevated position overlooking a jungle-lush dining and living area alive with stands of bamboo, exotic tropical plants flaunting their brightly colored flowers, and the ever-jubilant waterfall tumbling into the clear rock pool. Off to one side, entirely hidden behind a screen of thick, tall bamboo is the guest shower and facilities. My naked body threw a bouncing shadow over the stones ahead of me as I followed the path to the shower enclosure.

Minutes later hot water, steamy and luxuriating courses over my body and I can sense my whole being relaxing. Subdued lighting, sifted by the bamboo surrounding me, danced and sparkled on my glistening skin; wisps of steam swirled up from around my feet and the water gurgled down through the stone floor to the hidden drain underneath. A fragrant aroma permeated the air as I lathered the soap and began massaging my supple skin. I’m so glad I inherited a golden color from my mother otherwise I, like so many people, would be subjecting myself to the tanning booths chasing after that ever-so-youthful glow. And likewise, my hair is a midnight black blue, falling in luxurious thickness to pass my waist, another gift from my mother. Oh how I miss you, mum. A tear blended with the shower.

Nostalgia gave way to a strange sense of foreboding as I towelled off. What the hell is this about? Am I becoming paranoid or something? I haven’t had this kind of feeling for ages, and never this strong before. I quizzed my pensive reflection in the mirror but no answers were forthcoming. Dark green eyes stared intently back at me, gold flecks like so much glitter swam in those two quizzical pools. Shit!! I don’t need this … not today! I poked a pink tongue out at myself and hurried off to dress for my first meeting. Being predictable is one trait no one could assign to me. As a young girl growing up in the wild highlands of Papua New Guinea, what had started out as a game between myself and my parents in order for me to keep them on their toes and for myself to maintain some modicum of control over my small world, I learned the secret of being ever-changing. In exasperation my mother would exclaim at least once every day that she “could never work me out”; that she couldn’t tell from one day to the next what devious new ways I would devise to surprise both her and my father; be it a new game of hide-n-seek, new imaginary friends, etc. So now, standing before my full length mirror I smiled to myself as I ran a critical eye over my attire. My staff never knew what to expect me to wear to the office from one day to the next as they all regarded me as somewhat of an enigma as far as bosses go. I even suspected someone was running an office pool on what I may turn up in, or at least what my “color for the day” may be. And today I am determined not to disappoint them.

Black is my color for today. From head to toe I am clad in black semi-aniline leather. My preferred choice of clothing fabric, leather doesn’t itch and it doesn’t scratch when you put it on. Leather is first cool to the touch and Mersin Escort then warms to your body temperature, forming to your shape, much like your favorite pair of jeans. However, nothing smells quite like leather. All leather has its own aroma that is unmistakable. The smell of new expensive shoes or boots … the interior of a luxury car … I love it. The pants were tucked into knee-high boots with stiletto heels, the jacket with collar turned up in anticipation of the outside cold accentuates my wide shoulder frame and is cinched in at the waist by a 3 inch-wide studded belt. Apart from the leather thong, I wore nothing else under my outer shell. To enhance the diabolic look my lips sported a glossy fire-red. Then to finish off my apparel I slipped my Glock 28 subcompact pistol into its concealed holster inside the jacket. After all, a girl can never be sure when a dinner date may become overly amorous and not want to accept ‘no’ as a directive. Satisfied with the overall look I turned on my heel and headed down to the subterranean garage.

The spiral staircase between the main bedroom and the kitchen delivered me into the garage. Sensors detected my decent and illuminated the spacious area with incandescent lighting. The focal point of the garage is the sleek black Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. My new pet is a sports car and supercar automobile codevelop by DaimlerChrysler and McLaren Cars. It is one of the fastest automatic transmission cars in the world. Most people presume “SLR” to stand for “Sportlich, Leicht, Rennsport” (German for “Sport; Light; Racing”), while it actually means “super-leicht, Rennsport” (super-light, racing). My 722 Edition refers to the victory by Stirling Moss and his co-driver Denis Jenkinson in a Mercedes-Benz 300 SLR with the starting number 722 (indicating a start time of 7:22 a.m.) at the Mille Miglia in 1955. The “722 Edition” creates 650 bhp, with a top speed of 210 mph and 0-60mph in 3.6 seconds. All in all a good match for my life-style … besides, I just love the gull-wing doors. The inside of the SLR is as exotic as the Batmobile exterior, with carbon-fiber seat shells covered in fine leather and a cockpit built of contrasting colors and textures. Slipping on my leather driving gloves, I turned the stubby key, flipped a cover at the top of the gear selector, and thumbed the button that hid there to bring the 5.4-liter V-8 rumbling to life.

The whisper-quiet garage door cycled open and the sleek sports car, emerging like some black panther from its lair, slid out onto the cobblestone street now slick from a light drizzle and roared off into the misty grey morning. A shadow detached itself from an adjacent dark doorway and slit eyes watched as the car disappeared around a far corner then shifted their intent gaze to the recently vacated brownstone building.

CHAPTER 2

Despite the dreary weather and the pall of weariness it had leveled on everyone shuffling about the city, I was most content with the day’s business. All the meetings had started on time for a change and all attendees had been keen to have the proceedings done with as quickly as possible. It was Friday after all. The luncheon, too, had been more than fruitful, bearing a new 10-year contract for the company and a rain-check for a future dinner date for myself. I smiled wickedly. And I hadn’t had to use any undue force to secure that either, just a surreptitious touch of the guy’s inner thigh. I glanced up at a leaden evening sky.

Through the windshield the street lights and headlights of passing traffic appeared as a glossy oil painting, colors leaking into one another as pools of water tentatively touched each other then raced to form into larger palettes of shimmering rainbows. The tires of my car hissed as they swished through puddles stretching across the road. Up ahead the city loomed as a sparkling crystal citadel rising from the swirling tendrils of fog hugging the wet earth. I’m excited to see you again after so long a break, and my breath fogged the glass forcing me to turn on the air to clear it. The rush of cold air swirled around me, reached under my coat, and teased my nipples into hard, excited nubs of sensitivity. They rubbed on the inside of my coat and the pleasurable tingle coursing down my back made me let out a soft moan and I squirmed in my seat. I had time after work to dash home and change into my thigh-length leather jacket. The night was full of promises.

I pulled up in front of your apartment and you were already waiting for me. At first you didn’t notice my car and I took the opportunity to run my eyes over your lithe body as you stood chatting with the burly doorman. He said something to cause you to throw your head back and laugh generously and my eyes followed the sensuous curve of your neck till it met the plunging vee of your black shirt. My breath caught and my pulse quickened. It was all I could do not to call your name and you turned at the sound of the huskiness emanating Escort Mersin from a strange car. You pecked the doorman on the cheek causing him to blush, then you glided over to my car.

“New wheels, I see … I like very much.” For a few seconds nothing else was said…hot silence sat between us as we both drank in each other. Then the spell was broken. You let out a soft laugh, leaned over and kissed me softly, full on the lips and settled back into your seat. I laughed, tossing my thick hair, and gunned the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren out into the flowing traffic. ” … and the car’s not too bad either.” You smiled wickedly as I cast a smoky glance your way.

We sped through the center of the city and our conversation kept pace as we both endeavored to make up for lost time by recounting every second that had passed since we were last together. The interior of the car filled with companionable warmth, friendship … and love. Outside I could see people huddled down against the falling rain as they made their way home to their own loved ones. At least I hoped they were not alone on a night like this, I think to myself. The SLR grumbled down through the gears as if it resented having to slow down as I swung off the main road and into a narrow, tree-lined cobbled street. Fashionable old-world gas lamps spilled pools of yellow light onto the street and I rolled the car down into the garage even before the door was fully retracted. You arched an exquisitely curved eyebrow as you eye.

“New place, too, hon,” I said, then noticing your expression I smiled. “It’s been a good year.”

As we mounted the spiral stairs you couldn’t take your eyes off my figure moving sensuously ahead of you. The glow from concealed lights were captured, then thrown back randomly in muted tones from the ultra soft red leather coat I wore which fell to mid-thigh. It was cinched in at my narrow waste by a wide leather tie knotted casually on my left hip. The collar was turned up at the back against the weather but couldn’t contain my thick dark tresses that cascaded over my shoulders and way down my back. The tip of your tongue flicked out and reamed your lips as your eyes glided down my legs to my feet cupped in soft red leather ankle boots that matched the coat. My hips swayed seductively up the stairs and you sensed a warm sensation of anticipation emanating from your groin.

Once the door had closed behind us, you couldn’t help but catch your breath as you took in the surroundings. The carpet was thick and a rich coffee bean color; the walls a dark green seemed to softly shimmer as flecks of imbedded gold caught and threw back the light emanating from somewhere above or among the dense stands of bamboo, you couldn’t determine which. The sound of tripling water intermingled with an aroma suffused with the smell of lush jungle and tropical blooms. You sensed rather than heard the strains of music flowing among the leaves as some primaeval rhythm. You caught me smiling at you as you suddenly realized you’d been holding your breath for some time.

“My god, this is … is…beautiful!.” You felt a compulsion to whisper.

I shucked off my boots and, hooking my finger, beckoned you to follow me deeper down the passage, which seemed more like a jungle trail than a hallway. Leaving your shoes at the head of the stairs, you followed me bare footed revelling in the deep carpet pile and it seemed to you that we were walking on heavy moss. You stretched your toes in sensual delight. Making a left turn and walking a half dozen steps we emerged from the bamboo-lined trail and stopped at the edge of a sweeping set of wide stairs, or rather various planes of rock shelves, because that’s what they looked like as they lead down to a lower level … more a jungle clearing, because the room was filled with yet more bamboo in cohabitation with lush tropical greenery, gorgeous arrays of orchids, and numerous other equatorial flowers. It’s only when you felt me take your hand that the spell was broken and you suddenly noticed the water running among the stone stairs and spilling into a good sized rook pool from an ten foot high waterfall at the edge of the clearing. I lead you gently down beside the cascading water till we were standing at the pool side.

“Care to join me?” I asked, slipping out of my leather jacket. I was completely naked. My skin appeared to have an inner glow all its own; the subdued light only helped to enhance the very fine golden hair on my skin. The twin globes of my full, supple breasts were tipped with the hard nubs of my nipples and as I stepped up to you my breasts jiggled ever so slightly with my feline movement. The deep emerald of my eyes twinkled with mischievous intent as I helped you out of you short black skirt, letting it pool at your feet like a discarded shadow. Our bare breasts pressed softly at first, then harder as I took you in a passionate embrace. My tongue glided around your lips, savoring your taste then Mersin Bayan Escort insinuated itself pass your teeth and deep into your inviting mouth as you uttered a guttural moan, and your eyes flickered then closed with delight. My tongue was alive in your mouth, reaching round every curve, massaging your own tongue and all the while we both moaned and mewed with sensual pleasure.

My hands were in your hair feeling its rich texture then one hand slipped gently to your neck where it teased the fine hairs there and I felt a shiver coarse through your body … then your pressed harder to me … ground your hips against mine … both your hands clasped my arse, squeezed, kneaded the supple fullness, pressed me even tighter into your own body. I took my mouth away and dropped my head to your neck biting, nibbled, sucked like some vampire while you threw your head back and let out a loud moan. I continued to nuzzle your neck as I drew you down gently until we were both kneeling. I pushed you further till you were laying on your back.

Your eyes were closed in ecstasy, your arms raised above your head, your fingers digging deep into the carpet. I gazed down at your wonderfully full breasts now that they were stretched up and apart. I ran my tongue along their underside, first one then the other while my hand kneaded the other … my thumb reached up and played around one hardened nipple, rocked it back & forth, round & round. My lips closed in over the other nipple, sucked it into my mouth … I teased it with the tip of my tongue, flicked it … my tongue circled the nipple which grew even bigger, even harder under my attention. You moaned and twisted your body, taking short, sharp breaths as your breasts and nipples grew more and more hot and sensitive at my touch.

Your hands came down and pulled my head harder to your breast, urging me on … while I continued working on one nipple and breast, alternatively sucking and licking, my hand left the other breast. I raked my finger nails ever so lightly over your stomach, around your belly button, down to the edge of your black panties. One, then two, then my whole hand sloooowly slid under the band of your panties; finger tips touched the silky curls of your hidden bush; pressed down gently onto your mons … a load moooan escaped your lips, and you arched your back, pushing your hips up to meet my hand down there. I smiled to myself. My fingers pressed down firmer. The outer fingers pressured your mons while the inner two fingers slipped down between the cleft of your pussy lips—it was moist with your love juices.

“OH … OH … my … my god!” you exclaimed aloud. You whipped your head back and forth. I forced my head up despite your hands pulling me down, so I could watch the action between your legs which were now wide apart, slightly bent. My fingers were buried in your pussy now. I thrust deep into you … sloooowly, then faster … harder … my whole hand now wet with your juices. “NO, no … let … me …” You abruptly sat up and tugged your panties off then slumped back with a sob. I could see your whole pussy now, the hair glistening with your love juices. I abandoned myself to desire. My hand and fingers pumped in, out, in, out … faster, faster … fingers searched out your G-spot while the thumb roamed back & forth over your hardened clit. I knelt closer to your bucking, grinding hips, working on your pussy. Your hands grabbed your breasts and kneaded them hard, pinching, twisting the nipples. Sobs and moans escaped your lips as your tongue darted in and out, licking.

I moved round till I was between your legs. I glanced up over your rising and falling stomach, between your quivering breasts now beaded with perspiration, you bit your lips. Then I lowered my head and closed my mouth over your pussy. I slid my tongue up and down your labia, savoring your taste. Suddenly you bucked, thrusting your hips up in convulsion. Your hands seized my head and pulled it harder into you pussy—you moaned louder. My tongue searched out your clit and as I sucked hard on it—swirled my tongue over, round it—I forced my tongue to pressure your clit. My passion was driving me on faster. I slid two fingers inside your drenched pussy. I penetrated you deep—deeper—you could feel my fingers touch the walls of your love cave—felt them massaging the inside of you—pumping in, out, in out … faster … FASTER … HARDER!

You’re spent now. Your breasts heaved with every gasp—every pant—every MOAN. I gave you no rest. My fingers found your G-spot and you jumped at the shock of ecstasy—you stifled a scream of pleasure. I pulled my face away from your pussy as juice flooded out. I began kissing, teasing your inner thighs— my fingers were still drumming your G-spot. Now my thumb was on your clit, rubbing it back and forth, round, round. You panted faster—short, sharp breaths—your legs quivered—your body twisting, thrust up, shaking. You begged me to STOP! NO! DON’T STOP! OH, GOD … PLEASE … NO MORE …

My fingers worked like a piston—in, out, in, out—faster—FASTER —FASTER!!!!!!

“OH … OH … I’M CUMMING …,” you almost screamed-shouted-sobbed. “I’M … OH … OH … OH … I’M CUUMMIIING!!”

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS/ARTISTS – This series is a series about a girl named Hannah who has discovered that she actually has magical powers (levitation, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, mind control, and a whole heck of a lot more). She in turn uses her powers to have amazing sexual adventures with various partners as well as her friend Cindy. This series has many parts, but we like to think that each story can stand alone just fine.

While the ‘magical’ aspect of things mostly sets up the scenarios that Hannah enjoys, there are various times where she does use her magical powers to enhance her sex. The sex mainly found in this series is that of the lesbian nature, but expect to occasionally find heterosexual and group sex. If you do not believe that is in your interest, we advise you to look elsewhere. If you are open to this idea, enjoy.

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Cindy was having a very difficult time accepting who she was and where her life was going.

Cindy sat on her bed in the late morning with her legs folded over. She just sat there and tried to grasp the last few months of her life. Her friend Hannah had paid her a quarter million dollars just to quit her job and stay at home, among other things. So for the past month, that’s what Cindy had done; stayed at home. She had little to no contact with the outside world, and had not seen Hannah since her last amazing day of work.

It was over these months that Hannah had even helped Cindy perfect her body to that of a super model or a porn star. Cindy’s breasts were larger, her waist was smaller, and even her hair, legs, hips, and ass were too good to be true thanks to her friend. On top of all that, it seemed as though all the dreams she had been having lately were not dreams but real. It was in these ‘dreams’ that she had amazing and passionate lesbian sex with the same girl Hannah. Cindy had never considered herself to be even bisexual, but the way that Hannah and her made love was so magical. The way Hannah touched her made her feel so sexy and good. The things that Hannah showed her were spectacular. It wasn’t one of those ‘a girl knows how to treat a girl’ kinda things that some lesbians say; it was Hannah’s sexual talents and lustful ways. Hannah was just a sexual goddess.

Yet it wasn’t the thrilling lesbian sex that had caused Cindy to have such a strange view of her life. It wasn’t the money, or even her new flawlessly luscious body. It was something far different. It was something far more amazing.

Cindy closed her eyes as she sat calmly on her bed with her legs folded. She thought of her body; her very busty, sexy and gorgeous body she had tucked underneath her pajamas. She though of that very body being lighter; not smaller, but lighter. She concentrated her thoughts and thought about being lighter than the air she was breathing.

Within less than a minute of thinking hard about that idea, Cindy realized she could no longer feel her bed beneath her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw looked down at her bed; her bed that was three feet below her legs.

Cindy was flying.

She remained there in the air as she smiled for she knew that it was her thoughts that allowed her to float above her own bed. But her concentration was lost not moments after she opened her eyes. As if someone simply let her go, Cindy fell from her levitation back on to the bed. She violently bounced onto her back, and landed on her pillows.

Cindy was learning magic, and she having a very difficult time accepting who she was and where her life was going. She was learning how to fly, learning how to pick herself up off of the ground and soar through the air with simply her thoughts. Accepting that she was actually capable of magical feats was something she had to overcome if she wanted to fly like her old college roommate Hannah could. Hannah made flying seem so easy. Cindy had witnessed Hannah’s ease with levitation and watched as Hannah soared through the skies above the city in a skimpy bikini, tiny lingerie, and even completely naked. She could even lift other things up into the air with her mind, like a wine glass, Cindy’s own body, and even something as large as a king-size bed. Cindy knew that Hannah could do more magical things, and neither girl seemed to know how or why. Cindy wanted that kind of magic.

Having failed to keep her mind on her flight, Cindy crawled to the edge of her bed, and headed out of her bedroom in her skimpy pajamas. She entered her bathroom, and thought she could ease her mind with a long hot shower. She looked at her self in the mirror, a self she was still getting used to. She looked at her large breasts tucked under her tiny shirt as they pushed out firmly from her chest. Her clothes fit awkwardly as her new body was taking some getting used to. Her pajama bottoms fit loosely, hanging barely to her tiny waist as her shirt was stretched to its limits around her bulging breasts.

Cindy loved her new immaculate body; an erotic and irresistible şişli bayan escort figure that Hannah had simply given to her with her phenomenal magical powers. But she had long since had no clothes that fit her right. She knew that Hannah wanted her to stay home and practice so that she could improve and discover her full magical qualities, but living in uncomfortable clothes wasn’t, well comfortable. As she looked at herself, hating how her clothes now fit, she thought it was time to spend some of that money that Hannah had given her. There was tons of money in that black briefcase to be wasted, so why not waste it?

But a shower was needed. It had been a few days.

Cindy quickly pulled the string on her large pajamas, untying them as they hung loosely to her tight waste. With just the normal pull of gravity, her bottoms fell to the floor and revealed her tight pussy. Cindy softly ran her hand over her vagina shaven pussy. It was so amazingly smooth and soft, and Cindy hadn’t shaven since she reunited with Hannah. It was as if her body would no longer allow hair to grow there, keeping her pussy hairless and naked. The same went for her legs as she ran her hands down her body and along her sensual legs. Her legs were just as hairless and smooth as if she had just stepped from the shower. Yet again, she had not shaved in almost two months. She no longer had the need to.

As Cindy stepped from her pajamas that were now a pile on the floor, she lifted her now-tight top from her chest, releasing her bra-less breasts from their firm imprisonment. Now naked in front of the mirror, Cindy looked over her entire body. As she modeled for herself, she realized that Hannah had definitely worked some serious magic to permanently alter her body in such a flawless way. Her large D-cup breasts perfectly stood atop her chest, shadowing her tiny 22″ waist. She ran her fingernails over her breasts, feeling how firm and exemplary they were. They looked unachievable without plastic surgery. They magnificently sat on her chest, perky yet massive and without the support of a bra. Yet as Cindy closed her eyes and squeezed her own breasts in her hands, she felt the softness that could only come with a real set of un-enhanced breasts.

With her hands on her own body, Cindy felt that her body wasn’t just perfect; it was enchanted. She felt a warmth radiate from her skin that wasn’t there a few months ago. She may not have known how to use it yet, but for the first time she felt her magic flow through her.

Keeping her eyes closed, Cindy continued to run her hands over her own body, feeling the sexiness of her figure through her fingertips. As she felt her magical warmth, she couldn’t help but touch herself with greater and greater passion, clinching her hips and her thighs and pressing her breasts together in her hands. As the magic in her veins rushed through her body, she slowly stepped backwards and leaned against the wall of her bathroom as her hand climbed between her legs and uncontrollably pushed against her needy pussy.

The need for an orgasm was too much. With one hand on her breast and one hand between her legs, Cindy looked to the shower and knew that she had gone beyond the point of no return. She needed to cum.

With a turn of the shower knobs, hot water blasted over Cindy’s sensational figure. Water ran down her chest, covering her wonderful breasts and dripping down her legs. She lifted her hands up around her breasts, pushing them up into the water and letting the spray blast her curves. With her breasts firmly in her hands, she squeezed them together, enjoying the amazing sensation she gave herself as she felt her immaculate features. Cindy closed her eyes and stuck her head under the rushing water, feeling its warmth through her face. Cindy took in the bliss that was the warm water running over her body, but she needed to get down to business.

Relaxed and ready, Cindy fell against the wall of the shower and let her fingers creep between her legs. With her wet hand on her wet pussy, she began to rub herself, feeling her own clit in her fingertips. She sunk her fingers in and out of her pussy as the water trickled down her chest. Her chin rose as the erotic sensation took over her body. She bit her lip and moaned as her finger’s probed her pussy and massaged her clit. She braced herself with her free hand against the slippery wet tile wall of the shower, trying to hold herself up. But as the water made the shower far to slick, Cindy soon lowered herself to the edge and sat herself down.

With her legs spread wide and her pussy being battered by the water that fell from above, Cindy joyfully massaged herself. She clinched her left breast with her free hand, squeezing and massaging her wet body as she fingered herself. As the water rained down, she rubbed her clit furiously and moaned to herself. She plunged three fingers inside herself, and arched her back outward away from the wall at the penetrating sensation. She roamed şişli escort her free hand all over her tight wet body as her fingers climbed in and out of her pussy.

But her fingers would not be enough, and Cindy longed for her favorite waterproof vibrator, a toy that she had been using quite frequently since her stay-at-home magical practices started. Cindy stopped pleasing herself and prepared to rush into her bedroom to grab the vibrator, but then saw it sitting a mere few feet away on the bathroom counter. She didn’t remember putting it there, but luck was now in her favor. Cindy quickly reached out of the shower, latched onto the toy, and ducked back under the warm water.

Cindy sat down and positioned herself on the edge of the shower, still letting the water rain down on her busty body. After a simply twist, a smile climbed onto Cindy’s face as the vibrations filled her body. She calmly rubbed the toy up and down her pussy, spreading the electrical sensation all over herself. She probed her clit with the tip of the rubber sex toy. She ran her hand along her inner thighs as she plunged the toy deep. Seven inches of rubber pleasure climbed deep inside her and spread vibrations to all her sexual nerves. She cried in pleasure.

“Oh, Mmm. Yes!” She screamed out as she fucked herself. In and out the toy moved, faster and faster as Cindy knew there was no going back. She pinched her perfect nipples as she pulled the wet toy from her pussy and probed her clit once more. She pressed the toy hard against her pussy, enjoying the sexual throbbing that the toy was causing. She enjoyed the toy, the water, and everything that was going on with her new perfect body. She needed to cum, and cum hard and she wasn’t going to stop until she climaxed.

Cindy spread her legs wider and braced herself up against the tile wall of her shower. She plunged her vibrating toy deep inside her, farther than it should have gone, and then pulled it out again in hopes of driving herself over the edge. She frantically fucked herself and rubbed her clit up and down as the water continued to pour down on her.

Finally, her body cringed. Her leg jerked. Her teeth clinched. She latched onto a the side of the shower. The shower head spat out water violently and frantically. Shampoo bottles fell down into the shower. Cindy came.

“Oh fuck!” Cindy cried out as she came hard. Waves of pleasure hit her as her body jerked about. She fell off of the edge of the shower and into the tub, still holding the vibrator on her clit. Water hit her naked body as she collapsed in the shower. A smile climbed onto her face as the lie there in the tub, quivering still as the orgasm moved about inside her. She just waited there on the floor of the shower without a care in the world and let the water fall onto her naked body.

Cindy arrived at the mall not far from her house with her purse stuffed with over five thousand dollars of Hannah’s gift. She passed clothing stores, trinket stores, and other notable and average booths that littered the two story building. She noticed the signs above her of all the trendy clothing stores, but wasn’t sure which one to check out first. She hadn’t really been in public much lately except to get food, so being among people again was a nice change.

Yet, with all these people around her, Cindy felt somewhat alone in that large mall. Despite the crowds roaming the walkways, she was such a stranger among them. This morning she was levitating above her bed, and none of these people could do that nor would they ever know that she could. It was to remain a secret. She was going to have to get used to being different from the rest of the world, being that just this morning she was floating above her bed simply because she wanted to. Magic, as amazing as it was, was something that could alienate her from others.

The other fact was that she really had no friends to go shopping with. Cindy’s social life revolved around the few people she had known at her job, and didn’t exceed that much anymore. She hadn’t kept in touch with anyone since she quit either. No one seemed to miss her.

“Cindy!” a voice echoed out that broke her wandering thoughts. She found herself in the food court of the mall among dozens and dozens of other people. She didn’t recognize any of them.

“Over here!” the voice called again, and Cindy turned and saw someone she did not expect to see in that mall, or in public at all. Cindy’s blonde friend Hannah was calmly sitting in the middle of the food court in a blue tank top and shorts. In the middle of this quintessential mall was an equally average looking twenty-five year old girl-next-door who secretly possessed magical powers that seemed to allow her to do just about anything and everything. Cindy was startled to see her for she obviously knew Hannah’s abilities unlike the rest of the world around her. While Cindy noticed her right away, no one else would have any reason to notice her for she didn’t have her glamourous looks mecidiyeköy escort or her impossible curves like she did when she visited Cindy in the past. Hannah was very plain, average, and even a tad pudgy compared to Cindy’s exceptional body. She was currently doing her best to keep the truth of her powers a secret and look like the average girl in the average mall and not a sexual goddess.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Hannah said as Cindy stood before her table.

“What are you doing here?” Cindy asked.

“Honestly? Waiting for you.” Hannah answered. “Have a seat. It’s been a while.”

It had been a while without any contact from Hannah, well over a month. Cindy sat down in the small plastic chair in the middle of the food court. Hannah just calmly smiled back as Cindy seemed uncomfortable sitting with Hannah in public. Cindy was concerned about making a scene because the last time she saw Hannah, Hannah decided to take her clothes off in the break room where Cindy worked. Hannah had sent a double-sided dildo through the mail and had it delivered to Cindy’s office. Hannah even had sat on the desk of Cindy’s boss completely naked as she simply sprouted a majestic pair of angel wings from her back. With Hannah’s lustful attitude, mischievous ways, and magical powers, there was no telling what she might do next.

“Chill out.” Hannah told Cindy as she heard her thought process with her amazing telepathy. “I’m not some freak who’s going to rip her clothes off and run around naked. I’m just a normal girl.” Hannah then put her hands on the table top. She looked down at her hands as she held them close, covering a small portion of the table from view of anyone else. She then quickly pulled her hands apart as she revealed a powdered doughnut sitting atop a small plate.

” … well, sometimes.” Hannah finished as she simply created the small treat with her mind. “So, looking to spend some of that money I gave you?” Hannah asked, ignoring Cindy’s question completely. Cindy was momentarily shocked to hear that Hannah knew of her reasons for being there, but quickly got over it.

“Yeah… I don’t know. I just wanted to get out and about.”

“Of course. You’ve made amazing progress.”

“Are you kidding? I can only fly … ” Cindy stopped her words, and leaned in closer to whisper so no one walking by would hear. “I can only get up off my bed if my eyes are closed.”

“Well, you’re probably not going to figure it out over night.” Hannah pointed out as she finished her treat.

“Or in a month?”

” … or in a month. Trust me, it took me a long time to do what I can do. You ‘re going to have be very patient.”

“You just make it seem so easy.” Cindy said with the sound of jealously in her voice.

“It will become easy. Just hope it doesn’t become too easy. I used to accidentally let my mind wander and suddenly people around me would have orgasms or my clothes would vanish off my body. I like to think I have a bit better control now.”

Hannah slowly brought the last remains of the doughnut to her mouth, but stopped just before she was about to take a bite. She just starred past Cindy, frozen in her glare.

“Now is one of those times I need to keep control.” Hannah said as she held the doughnut outside her mouth. Cindy was confused as to what Hannah was doing, but as she turned and followed Hannah’s sight to see what was behind her, she realized what Hannah was talking about.

Hannah, the intense lover of both men and women had spotted a girl. Cindy saw that this was more that a girl, however; this was a woman. This was the epitome of beauty. This was a woman that surpassed Cindy’s magically enhanced body in every way. Even Cindy’s jaw dropped as both her and Hannah could not stop staring at this woman who’s own glamourous looks put theirs to shame, and she didn’t even have magic.

There, leaning against the railing on the second story of the mall was a brunette woman of roughly thirty-five years old. She looked over the edge, paying no attention to the two girls entranced by her beauty. Her round ass shook every so slightly in her dark blue jeans as she looked over the side. She then stood up and ran her own hands through her black hair. Hannah dropped the left over doughnut from her hands as this brunette arched her back, pushing her giant breasts that were tucked underneath her white tank-top up into the air. She shook her hair about, and then turned towards Hannah and Cindy.

Like two girls caught snooping, Hannah and Cindy quickly turned away for fear they would be spotted.

“Wow.” Hannah muttered quietly.

“And I thought my body was hot …” Cindy said with the slight sound of defeat in her voice. Cindy looked across from her to Hannah and saw that Hannah’s eyes were firmly closed.

“Her name is Erica.” Hannah told Cindy quietly as she kept her eyes shut. Cindy realized that Hannah was scanning this girl with her magic, reading her mind and most likely her memories, her turn-ons, and her desires. As Hannah talked, Cindy turned and watched this woman as she walked away from them, headed down the walkway of the large mall. Cindy was hypnotized by Erica’s hips as the swayed beneath her tiny waist.

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NOTE: To previous readers of the series, two minor changes have been made to two names. As both names are mentioned only once or twice before the changes are not story altering but could cause confusion hence this note. Teena Crescent is now called Tanya Crescent and Cloe Brook is now called Cloe Garcia. As I said only their names have featured so far so I hope this does not effect anyones reading pleasure. Thank You.

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Tanya Crescent is 18 years old and at five foot three she is a pretty little thing. She keeps her raven hair cut a little above the neck line and usually leaves it free hanging on either side. Her bright blue eyes and peachy skin tone match well her prim nose and small mouth which almost always has a smile on it. She is not overly slim but she has curves in all the right places, small but obvious B cup breasts along with shapely legs. She has that air of innocence around her that drives boys wild and she knows it; she uses it to her advantage to get what she wants but without being slutty.

At school she had a modest group of friends and though not exactly in the popular crowd, they were a long way from being the rejects. She was the type of girl every boy wanted but could not have. There had been a number of boys who had tried to win her affections but none had succeeded. At the time she was more interested in her studies. She was polite and helpful, and did not annoy her teachers, simply enjoying her time at school and getting a good education.

After graduating, during the summer between school and college, she went with her friends to France for a month and came back not only tanned, but also rather enlightened in the exciting world of sex. It marked the beginning of a new Tanya; gone would be the innocent and studious Tanya; now was the time for boys and fun. For teachers and parents, college was where boys and girls went to learn how to be men and women. Tanya agreed in part with this; her view was that it was where boys and girls became men and women. To her newly sexually-active self, college was nothing more than a feeding ground. Oh she promised herself her grades would be unaffected but who said she could not have fun all the while?

But Tanya had to admit, there was one guy she had had feelings for throughout the years, even when she was not interested in boys. The worrying part was that it was her cousin, Brecon Storm. She had not been sure herself if this was the case having not experienced feelings like this about anyone else up till now, but since her trip to France and having experienced similar feelings for the boys she met on holiday, she had put two and two together. She had always known that she enjoyed spending summers with him, either at her own home or his parent’s home on the other coast while they were growing up. She had always looked forward to him coming more than her other relatives and she would do anything he asked and never complained about him. Now she knew why and thought it was probably the reason she had never given much attention to other boys during high school.

As fate would have it, Brecon’s parents had been killed in a car crash over a year ago and, unable to support himself at the time, he had moved in with her, her sister Faun and their mother Loren, which meant she got to see him more often than ever. She had enjoyed this before her French trip but when she got back and knew how she really felt about him, she had found it hard living together and not knowing what to do about it. To complicate matters, he had started the year before at the college Tanya now attended, so she could not even escape him there. She knew if things kept up like this she would have to do something, but what?

It was September, Sunday the 14th at 5.30am. Tanya lay awake in her room. Everything was still around her and so quiet she could here the clock tick-tocking away to itself in the kitchen below her room. She had only just woke, no alarm needed as she had developed this routine over a number of months now. She slipped noiselessly from the bed, the silky duvet falling away to reveal the fact that she slept naked. She stretched, arching her back, tippy-toed as she reached toward the ceiling. Next she bent, supple legs straight and touched her toes. Feeling relaxed and completely awake now, she turned to her dresser, plucked a pair of panties from the slightly open draw and slipped into them. Next she donned a t-shirt lying on the chair next to the door. The cool fabric rubbed her sensitive nipples, already hard from the morning chill, stirring something between her legs. She took a deep breath and cracked open her door.

Sticking her head out onto the landing, she checked for noise. There was none meaning no-one else was up yet. She slid silently along the wall, avoiding the boards that creaked, past the bathroom and round the corner and along to his room. Listening carefully at the door and hearing nothing, she slowly twisted the well oiled handle and pushed the door open just enough for her to view the bed. Brecon lay sprawled Mersin Escort across it, the light duvet wrapped around his midriff and feet but leaving his upper body and legs exposed. Tanya stifled a giggle, lest she wake him; she always found him in the weirdest positions. At times they prevented what she was up to but that didn’t matter; she also enjoyed watching him sleep.

She moved into the room, leaving the door open in case she needed to make a quick exit. She tip-toed to the bed and crouched down beside him. He looked so peaceful in sleep, unlike the slight but persistent mope he adopted when awake, like he was eternally preoccupied by something sad. Tanya knew it was to do with his parents. She lent across him, her chest almost touching his stomach as she took hold of, then peeled back part of the duvet. She had not been surprised, when first she started doing this, that he also slept naked; a lot of guys supposedly do.

Now before her, his already hard cock was on show. She knew it was only morning wood but she liked to think it was her actions that caused such a display each morning. She had recently came to the conclusion that a guy’s penis was not the ugly monster kept tucked away as a lot of girls she knew thought of it, but a beautiful instrument of pleasure. She liked how soft the skin was, its curves and the general shape of the thing, and she loved how hard they felt erect and the many ways in which one could be used to pleasure a girl like her. An added bonus about Brecon was that he kept his clean shaven; she didn’t like guys with exceptionally hairy packages.

She lent forward once again, bringing her head almost in contact with it. She breathed gently on the very tip and grinned as it twitched and Brecon let out a soft sigh. She brushed her dry lips on the sensitive head, barely touching it and was rewarded with a jump and a louder moan. She dare not do anything more at this point for fear of waking him, but someday, somehow, she would taste his cock properly and she knew she would love it. Moving further up his body, still making no contact, she rested her lips briefly against his before silently leaving the room.

Ten minutes later she lay in bed, naked once more, and listened as his alarm went off. 6am, the same every morning. After the alarm was shut off, she heard him stumble about his room, opening and closing draws as he dressed. She could tell he was trying to be quiet and found it amusing that he was less than succeeding. His door opened and closed, then he was away down the stairs and out the front door. She knew he was off for his morning run and wouldn’t be back for an hour or more.

Beneath the duvet, already wet fingers once again found her entrance and went beyond and she worked herself to thoughts of how he must look. She saw his muscular legs pumping back and forth as he pounded the road, saw his chest heave as he concentrated in putting his all into what he was doing, saw him work hard so he would coat his toned body in sweet tasting sweat that she would love to lick from him. She took the image and translated it to him in bed with her, pounding her instead of the road and came for the third time since returning to her room, the juices joining the steadily growing wet patch between her sheets. She fell asleep, exhausted, her fingers still at her dripping pussy.

Tanya woke but kept her eyes shut and smiled, warm and not quite ready to get up yet. She felt fuzzy all over and she liked it. It took her a second to work out why; ah, of course, she was still buzzing from earlier. The memories widened her smile into a grin and she rolled onto her side, curling up tight as she thought of him pounding her again. It sent shivers down her spine. She would have to have him soon, she decided. It was getting unbearable; at first she had only been his voyeur once or twice a week, but now she had to see him — see it — everyday. She had even started finding ways to see him during the day while he was awake.

She finally opened her eyes as the images of Brecon’s naked form dissolved and she gained full consciousness. She flung back the covers and crossed to her dresser in one fluid motion. She plucked fresh panties from the draw — the others had been soaked by the time she got back to her room — and pulled them on. She regarded herself in the full length mirror. Her well proportioned if a little rounded body gave her no end of pleasure; she knew by now just how to use every aspect of it to her advantage. And she planned to do so with Brecon today.

Grabbing her woollen housecoat off the back of her door, Tanya left her bedroom and headed left along the landing to the spiral staircase that would take her into the rear of the house. When she reached the bottom she glided along the corridor to the kitchen. As she entered she stopped, surprised. The place was deserted; Brecon would usually be home about now, eating breakfast. She knew her mother, Loren, would not be back till Tuesday as she was visiting with a friend up near the university she had Escort Mersin driven Faun to yesterday, but for Ewan not to be back from his run by now was weird.

The whole place was black granite, stainless steel and scratchproof glass, filled with all the latest modern appliances and kitchen accessories. Tanya always thought it was far too space-age but that was her mother’s taste; the rest of the house, save bathroom and bedrooms, was the same. The house still retained its original features like fireplaces and ceiling beams but even those had been stained to match.

‘Well, it’s almost space-age,’ she smiled to herself as she caught site of Jinx in her tattered, plastic dog-bed in the far corner from Tanya.

The dog had noticed Tanya too and, after a good stretch, padded over, looking for attention. Teena bent at the waist reaching out a hand to scratch Jinx’s ear but the sizable Border Collie ignored it, instead passing beneath the hand and shoving her nose into Tanya’s crotch within the open housecoat. Tanya had left it open on purpose, hoping to march into the kitchen and give Brecon an eyeful, before covering up, playing the innocent ‘didn’t know you were here’ act. It would have got his attention.

Now she regretted that decision. The dog took several long sniffs and then began to nuzzle Tanya’s panties. Tanya’s breath caught for two reasons; first that the great, wet nose was exceedingly cold and second because of just what it was rubbing against. The whole incident took only the time it takes to cough but Tanya was caught off guard. As soon as she realised, she turned Jinx’s head aside. She found it disconcerting that the dog always knew when she had been pleasuring herself.

Straightening, she quickly tied her robe and moved to the double sliding doors on her right, opening them onto their acre of land that served as both back-garden, overgrown wilderness and exercise area. Jinx took off immediately after a distant rabbit but Tanya stopped at the edge of the patio. Usually if not in the house, Brecon was out here, but not today. It was mysterious but she would get it from him when he got in anyhow; she was good at that. With a satisfied smile, Tanya nodded to herself before going back in.

Tanya spent a couple of hours filling her time with household chores and meaningless channel surfing in the lounge. She planned to stay there till Brecon came in so she could catch him; the forward stairs and the rest of the house could only be accessed via the lounge. She was going over how she would act and what she would say when she heard Jinx barking aggressively out back. A male voice answered and the dog’s tone changed to happy.

‘Curse it all, he must be coming in the back!’ she thought.

She leapt from the couch and strode quickly to the kitchen, hoping to be first there, but Brecon was already getting a bowl out of the appropriate top-cupboard. He was topless and had his back to her. She could see his exposed skin was glistening with sweat, even though the towel and t-shirt by the door were obviously drenched. He turned then but her eyes did not leave his torso.

“Oh, good mornin’, Tanya,” he said, a little surprised as he had not heard her approach.

Tanya stirred from the images of running her tongue across his body and met his eyes.

“Hmm? Oh, Brecon. Yeah hi,” she managed to say.

“Actually,” he chuckled as he moved to sit at the breakfast bar, “I said good mornin’ but I guess hi will do.”

“What?” Tanya was still a little confused.

“Never mind,” he shook his head as he reached for the cereal boxes.

Finding the one he wanted he opened the work top fridge they kept the milk in and fished out the blue lidded kind. How the women could drink the green one he did not know. They were so against full fat he had to buy his own. Still, at least he knew there would always be milk when he needed it, not having to share and all that implied. He drowned his cereal and began to eat. Looking round suddenly he found that Tanya was still standing in the doorway. Now she looked like she was staring into space, though.

“Hey, cuz, you gonna just stand there all day?”

For the second time, Tanya was disturbed from her planning of how to get him in bed. She shook her head and came and sat opposite him.

“Sooo?” she asked as she slid onto the stool.

“So?”

“Where’ve you been? You’re back late.”

“Oh, I was just at … ,” Brecon caught himself.

He had been about to say ‘Jenny’s’. Knowing that she knew none of his friends were called Jenny, that reply would have led to far too much probing from Tanya and he did not want that out yet. In fact he did not think it should be out at all, especially not to someone else who went to the same college. He quickly thought of somewhere else to say.

“Just at where?” Tanya asked when he did not continue.

“Just at the river,” Brecon stared her straight in the eyes as he said it.

“You ran all the way to the river?” Tanya’s expression was sceptical.

“Yeah, Mersin Bayan Escort that’s why I’m late, had to sit down for awhile and get my breath back before I could head home.”

The river was at least two miles away so it seemed plausible to him but Tanya still seemed doubtful.

“Why the river? You don’t usually run to the river.”

“Yeah, well, today I did,” he said, a little peeved now.

“But why?”

“Jeez, Tanya, just let it go, aright!?” He replied heatedly, “You asked where I was so I told you, ok!?”

Tanya nodded slowly, regretting that she had annoyed him.

Brecon sighed; he did not like fighting with her. He tried to get her back onside by changing the subject.

“So, cuz, what you up to today?” He asked.

“Fuck all,” Tanya replied, leaning back in her seat, letting the gown slip open a little, enough to show she had no top on.

She had recovered quickly, simply looking bored now he noted.

“Same, though I do need a shower first,” he said as he went back to his cereal.

Tanya was disappointed that he appeared not to have noticed. She slumped a little, but took comfort in the mention of a shower as it provided an opportunity.

“Well when you’re done, leave it running, I need one too,” she said, laying the bait.

“Why? I’ll be using the one in my en-suite so you can get one at the same time in the main bathroom.”

She looked away, her neck flushing. She felt so stupid, having forgotten for a moment; Loren had given Brecon her room when he moved in so the ‘Man of the House’, as she called him at times, had his privacy and the three women shared the bathroom on the landing. They even had a downstairs toilet for guests. Tanya was running out of ideas and almost missed the fact that he had got up. She looked round but he was only at the sink, rinsing his dish. He moved to leave the room and she pouted. The look disappeared quickly when he turned back toward her.

“Bring Jinx in will you, she’s barking like mad,” he turned to leave. Over his shoulder he said, “Oh and if you’re not gonna dress properly, don’t come near me when you get the cold.”

Tanya brightened a little. She had not noticed Jinx’s barking but at least he had noticed her absent top. It did not sound like he was interested yet but it was a start. She went to call for Jinx and after the dog was in, she crept through the lounge to the front stairs. His room occupied the front of the house and she listened for noise from his bathroom. When she heard the door creak open, up she went, silently, ghost like. His bedroom door was shut as she reached the landing but a quick flick of the wrist had it open without a sound. She waited a moment, expecting to hear him call ‘who’s there?’ but no alarm sounded.

She cracked the door open and looked in. He was not in the room and steam was drifting out of the partially open en-suite door. Sliding into the room, like earlier that morning she left his door open and tiptoed across the floor. She stopped at the door and looked through the gap. Even with the air vent on and the window open she knew the shower created too much steam, especially at the ‘turn skin bright red’ heat he liked it at, hence the open door. It provided the perfect view of the shower from where she stood; part side on, part behind, giving her a great view of his profile but at the same time his firm butt cheeks.

If not for the steam Brecon would have seen her straight away but it had clouded the mirror above the sink to the point were nothing was discernable. She knew from experience he always faced into the water, except to rinse his hair but he invariably had his eyes closed at the time. Right now he was lathering up his back in that awkward way you have to but it did stretch his back muscles in ways that made them ripple beneath his skin, making Tanya sigh with longing.

Slowly, her hand slipped under her robe and pulled her panties down enough to allow her fingers access to her pussy. Two fingers slid in straight away and she fucked herself slowly as she watched him now lather his ass cheeks, watched him run his fingers across his butt wishing it were her hands there instead. Just then, he rinsed off, dipping under the water and letting it stream in rivers down his hot, toned body. Tanya gasped aloud, knowing he could not hear her thanks to the shower; her fingers were moving faster now.

After shaking the water from his head, Brecon bent to pick up the shower gel, awarding his secret audience a full view of him from behind, his legs spread just enough to reveal the silhouette of his penis between them, half erect from the heat. He straightened, resuming his former position and squeezed a generous amount of the gel into his right hand.

Tanya knew what was coming next and her other hand automatically dropped to her groin from the breast it had been tormenting. Her finger tips found her clitoris just as his hand wrapped around his shaft. She could not actually see it from here but she could tell by the way his arm was crooked and the movements it began to make. As he slowly began to massage the gel up and down his length, stroking it to fullness, she began to rub her clit at the exact same speed, matching him move for move.

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Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, whose father has kicked him out (which happens way too often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) have placed him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity between Fernando and any other character in this story.

HEADS UP! Part 30 contains NO SEX, if you’re only looking for stories written to make you hard and horny, skip this chapter. Part 30 mostly deals with Fernando’s transition into a loving (gay friendly) foster home, and his adjustment to a new school and making some new friends, and maybe a bit of humor. If you’ve been following this story, I think you’ll love this chapter.

Just a side note, to try and eliminate confusion. Anthony and Antonio are the same person. His real name is Antonio Chevas, and he and Maria are Mexican, but he named the business Anthony’s Pizzeria to give it a more Italian sounding name.

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DJ – Part 30

On Thursday morning, February 15th, Maria rose early, about 6:15 AM, made coffee, and started preparing Huevo con Chorizo (Eggs and Chorizo Sausage) for breakfast burritos. Antonio came into the kitchen about 6:30, kissed his wife good morning and poured a mug of coffee. After that first cup, he went in to wake Fernando at 6:55.

Antonio, turning on the ceiling light and causing Fernando to cover his eyes with his arm, “Wake up son, breakfast is almost ready, and Mary will be here to pick you up at 8:00. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a rock!” Fernando replied, “Good morning, Dad, I’ll be out as soon as I can get dressed.” Anthony left the room and returned to the kitchen, grinning.

Maria, seeing the smile, “What did you find amusing, Honey?”

Anthony, snickering, “I couldn’t help but notice that Fernando’s underwear was on the floor, evidently he sleeps naked. He’s 15, I guess he has the right to sleep how he wants.”

About 10 minutes later Fernando walked into the kitchen dressed in clean slim fitting jeans, a plaid, long sleeved sport shirt and sneakers.

“My, you look handsome this morning!” Maria exclaimed.

“Thanks, Mom,” Fernando replied, “I figured I should try to dress decently for my first day in a new school.” Maria nodded approvingly.

“I hope you like Huevo con Chorizo Burritos,” Maria commented.

“I like almost all food, I’m not too fussy,” Fernando replied.

The three finished eating breakfast and Mary arrived at 7:55 to pick up Fernando and take him to his new school. About a half a block from Fernando’s home they came upon a group of about 12 teenagers that looked to be high school age. Mary pulled along side of them and asked what school they attended. Several answered “Carter High” and this is where they catch the school bus. They told her the bus is scheduled to arrive at 8:10. Mary knew that Carter High is the school Fernando will be attending. Tomorrow morning, Fernando will be joining this bunch to ride the bus to his new school.

Carter High School is the only high school in this part of the county and has less than 300 students split between 10th, 11th and 12th grades. Students are assigned to a homeroom, with about 30 to 35 students in each homeroom, for a total of nine homerooms, three for each class.

Mary led Fernando to the main office to submit his school records and get him registered. Mrs. Quick, the school clerk, welcomed them. Mrs. Quick asked Sabrina, her assistant, to watch where the busses unload and grab Chad Stewart, and bring him to the office.

Chad, when he and Sabrina walked in, “Good morning Aunt Mary, have you brought us a new student?”

“Yes I have, Chad.” Mary responded, “Fernando, this is Chad Stewart, President of the Sophomore Class, and also my nephew. Chad, this is Fernando Gomez, he is in foster care, and transferring from Sherman High.”

Chad, shaking hands with Fernando, “Welcome to Carter High.”

“Chad,” Mrs. Quick stated, “I know you are in Mrs. Wentworth’s homeroom and Fernando will also be assigned to her homeroom. Would you escort Fernando quickly around the school, and introduce him to Mrs. Wentworth and his other homeroom classmates? Fernando, when Chad is done, please return here so I can give you your class schedule.”

“I’d be happy to,” Chad replied, “Fernando, let’s go.” Fernando followed Chad out of the main office. Chad led Fernando around the school and pointed out what was where. Fernando asked where the boy’s rest room was and Chad said it was at the other end of the hall, but the boy’s shower room also had bathroom facilities, and was right close by.

When Chad and Fernando entered the boy’s shower, Fernando noticed the open showers and had an unpleasant Déjà vu of what almost happened at Juvie Hall. Hopefully, the boys here in this school won’t be like those thugs in Juvie Hall.

Chad, while the two boys were in the locker room, “Fernando, signups are in progress for both the Softball and Baseball şişli bayan escort teams. You might consider signing up for one of them.”

“Maybe softball,” Fernando responded, “I’m really more of a soccer guy.”

“That’s a fall sport,” Chad replied, “this is a small school and we don’t have a football team, but we do compete in soccer, and basketball in the winter.”

“I’m only 4’11”, kinda short for basketball. I would consider trying out for Softball, though, thanks.”

Chad ended the tour in room 203, Mrs. Wentworth’s homeroom, and introduced Fernando to Mrs. Wentworth (who is also one of the English teachers) and the students that were already there. Fernando told Chad that he could find his way back to the office.

Mrs. Quick told Mary that Fernando would need a note from his parents or guardians in order to have the bus drop him off at the shopping center instead of the pickup stop near Fernando’s home. She accepted a note from Mary for today, but Fernando would need the note for tomorrow, and the future. It will be the same bus that he rides in the morning, Bus number 34.

Fernando is actually starting his classes today. Mrs. Wentworth marked Fernando as ‘present’ in her register, and told him she would expect him in her English class a little later. Mrs. Quick gave Fernando his class schedule, and issued him a locker with a combination lock, so he would have a place to put his books today.

Fernando needs to do some shopping this evening. Southside Drug should have most of the school supplies he needs, including a backpack. By tomorrow he should be all set for school. After what he has gone through the last few weeks it will feel good to be back in school, but he has no friends there yet. He’s quite likable, and will likely make some friends easily, but probably not the kind of friends he really wants.

He misses his friend Danny White and intends to write him this weekend. By the time Danny gets his letter, he should be down to only a couple more weeks of detention.

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Thursday morning was quite typical for DJ and Jamie. They attended their computer lab from 9:00 to 12:00, ate lunch in the cafeteria, then killed some time just chatting with some other students until time for their volleyball class at 2:00. They left the student lounge and headed to the Men’s locker room about 1:45 to change into their gym outfits. Rusty entered the locker room about the same time.

“Hey Rusty,” DJ greeted, “how are you and Jamal getting along?”

Rusty, with both thumbs up, “Doing great! We did Jamal’s parent’s yard Tuesday together, spent the night at his house, and then yesterday afternoon after classes we uncovered the pool at my Grandparents and got it ready for summer. His Dad bought a new grill, and we picked that up at Lowe’s and took it to Jamal’ house. He’s at my grandparents house now, waiting for me to get home from this class, and we’ll be coming to school tomorrow from my place.”

“Speaking of the pool,” Rusty continued, “some weekend, after the weather warms up and when my grandparents are gone away, Jamal and I plan to host an all male, all gay, clothing optional pool party. I’m telling you now that you two are on the guest list.”

Jamie, grinning, “That sounds awesome, we’ll be looking forward to that! I can picture a bunch of naked gay guys skinny dipping!”

“Not only that,” Rusty remarked, “Jamal’s parents have accepted me as Jamal’s boyfriend, and Jamal is welcome at my home too. It’s really cool, having families that accept and understand us.”

“I’m glad for you and Jamal,” DJ added, “Jamie and I are both fortunate enough to have families that understand and love us, unconditionally. See you on the court.”

When DJ plays volleyball he wears a constant smile, seems like he is really getting into the game, and is having a lot of fun.

* * * * * *

Fernando managed to get through his first day without incident. He observed that maybe about 5% of the students were of Hispanic heritage and the rest about 50/50 black and white. In his first class, which was World Geography, he was aware that he had no pencils, pens, or notebook. Lori, a rather nice, friendly girl gave him a notebook that she said was an extra, and he could keep it, and the teacher, Mrs. Lawrence, gave him a pencil she said he could keep. He would be taking that textbook home today, as there was a reading assignment that needed to be done before Friday.

At 1:30 to 2:50 the boys were scheduled for Physical Education on Mondays and Wednesdays, and the girls had P.E. at the same time on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Other days he had study hall at that time. School days end at 3:15 and the busses leave to take the students’ home at 3:30.

Chad had informed Fernando that he needed to bring his gym shorts, probably a tank top or tee shirt, sneakers and a towel on the day of his first PE class (Monday). The coach, (PE teacher) will assign him a locker in the boys shower room, and Chad advised him he may want to get a combination padlock for his şişli escort locker to protect his personal stuff while in gym class, and his exercise clothing and towel at other times. Chad told him that most of the boys had a separate pair of sneakers just for PE that they kept in their lockers.

With the exception of Physical Education, the students had the same classes every day, Monday through Friday. Chad also suggested that, since we’re nearing the end of the basketball season, Fernando might wish to attend the game Friday night and root for the Carter Cardinals. Tip off should be about 7:30 PM. That invitation helped to make Fernando feel welcome in his new school.

At lunchtime all the kids headed to the cafeteria except Fernando, and he just kinda hung in the hallway, not having thought about bringing any money with him.

“Hey, dude,” a tall black boy spoke to Fernando, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I didn’t think to bring any money with me,” Fernando replied.

This boy, putting his hand on Fernando’s shoulder, “C’mon bud, it’s only 75 cents, I gotcha covered. I wouldn’t want to see anyone be hungry. I’m Devon, Devon King, and I believe you’re name is Fernando Gomez?”

“Right, I just transferred here from Sherman High, and this is my first day,” Fernando answered. The two boys bumped fists. Devon and Fernando went through the cafeteria line and Devon paid for both of their meals.

“Let’s sit over here,” Devon stated, and led Fernando to a table where two other boys were sitting.

Devon spoke, “Mike Calhoun and Drake Edwards, this is Fernando Gomez, and this is his first day here at Carter.” Both young men stood and shook hands with Fernando. Mike is white and Drake is black, not that it really makes any difference.

“Fernando, you’re coming to the game tomorrow night aren’t you?” Drake asked.

“I’m thinking about it, maybe.”

“Fernando,” Devon stated, “If you’re gonna be part of this school, you damned better be around to support the Carter Cardinals! The three of us are all part of the basketball team.”

Fernando, smiling, “OK guys, I’ll try to be there!” Fernando is actually starting to feel welcome and wanted.

“Whatdya mean you’ll try?” Devon asked.

“Well, my foster parents run Anthony’s Pizzeria, and, if it’s busy, there may be no one available to bring me to the school, or pick me up after the game.”

“I got you covered, bud,” Devon responded, smiling, “my parents never miss a game, I’ll ask them to pick you up at Anthony’s and bring you to the school. After the game, just come into the boys shower room and hitch a ride with one of us back to the pizzeria. I know some of us will be headed there after the game. Are you OK with that?”

Fernando, smiling, “Sounds like a plan to me. You don’t think your parents would mind?”

“Not at all, I know my parents,” Devon replied, “they will likely be there to pick you up about 7:00 PM, so be ready.”

Fernando, as the four boys got up to leave, “Devon, thank you so much for buying my lunch. I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

“No need to,” Devon replied, “one day someone else, maybe even me, might not have lunch money, and you can pay it forward. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Fernando was in study hall when the bell rang out at 3:15, signaling the end of the school day and that it was time to board the busses. He went to his locker and grabbed the notebook, and his English and Geography textbooks, and made his way down the hall with about 150 other students. He found bus number 34 and stepped onto it, handing the note from Mary Stewart to the bus driver, instructing her to drop him off at the shopping center. She nodded in response.

“Ma’am,” Fernando asked the driver, “is there any particular seat you want me to use?”

“I haven’t assigned seats, so just sit anywhere you wish,” she said.

Fernando walked about halfway toward the back and selected an empty seat, sitting next to the window. A couple minutes later a young lady approached him.

“Excuse me, but you’re sitting in my seat,” she stated.

Fernando, instantly rising, “Sorry miss, I didn’t know.” He is looking around for another empty seat, but didn’t see one.

“Hey, don’t leave,” she said, “I usually sit in that seat, next to the window, but nobody usually sits on the side next to the isle, are you new here?”

“Yeah, this was my first day here at Carter, I was transferred here from Sherman. My name is Fernando Gomez.”

“I’m Elizabeth Martin, but most everyone just calls me ‘Liz.,’ do you have a nickname?”

“I think I do now, my foster parents run Anthony’s Pizzeria, and Jamie, one of the servers, started calling me ‘Fernie.'”

“I think that’s a cute nickname, for a cute boy,” Liz said, smiling, “what grade are you in?”

Fernando, blushing a little, “I’m in Tenth.”

“So you’re a sophomore, and I’m a junior, are you Mexican?”

“No, my biological parents are Argentine, but I was born here, so I guess I’m just American. There were problems at home and mecidiyeköy escort CPS took me and placed me in a foster home. I’ve only been with them since yesterday, and so far, I’m very happy there. I call them Mom & Dad, and they treat me more like their son than my real parents ever did.”

“I’m happy for you that you, apparently, got placed in a good foster home,” Liz commented, “Some kids aren’t that lucky.”

It was only about an 8 or10 minute ride from the school to the shopping center.

Fernando, as the bus pulled into the shopping center, “Here is where I get off, see you later.” He picked up his books and walked toward the front door of the bus.

Liz, smiling, “Bye, Fernie, see you tomorrow.”

It was about 3:45 when Fernando entered the pizzeria. There were no customers, Maria and Anthony were sitting at a table, and both rose when they saw Fernando enter and held their arms open to give him a hug. It seems that Anthony and Maria have quickly lost their hearts to this young man.

“Well Son,” Anthony asked, “how was your first day at Carter High?”

“Not bad,” Fernando answered, “actually it was pretty decent. Do you and Mom think you could get by tomorrow night, if I was not here to help you?”

“Probably,” Anthony replied, “what do you have on your mind?”

Fernando explained about how the day went, and how Devon King bought his lunch, and he ate with Devon, Mike and Drake, and they all encouraged him to attend the Basketball Game tomorrow night. That Devon’s parents would pick him up here and take him to the school before the game. He also mentioned that he needed to pick up some school supplies, and that he had some reading assignments to do tonight.

“Son,” Anthony said, “there is no way I would want to deprive you from attending your school’s games. I’m actually pleased that you want to get involved with your schools activities. I think it will help you meld into the school, and not feel like an outsider.”

Anthony, reaching for his wallet, “Will $20 get what school supplies you need? You should be able to get what you need over there at Southside Drug.”

“I don’t know, a backpack will probably take most of that,” Fernando replied, smiling.

“Wait,” Anthony said, “you’re probably right, here’s another $10, if you have anything left over, you can use it for lunch money.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Fernando replied, smiling, as he stuffed the $30 in his pocket and headed to Southside Drug.

Fernando found a backpack that he liked, and one of only two that were still left in stock, and gathered up the other school supplies he needed and headed to the checkout where Gwen was working.

“I haven’t seen you before,” Gwen said, “what school do you go to?”

“Carter High,” Fernando answered, “today was my first day there, I was transferred from Sherman.”

“Did your family move to a different neighborhood?”

“No, I’m a foster child, and my foster parents live in a different area from where my real parents live, I really like my foster parents, though, and I think I’m much better off with them.”

“Did you see the Carter Cardinal Tee shirts we just got in?” Gwen asked. “They’re on that rack over there, check ’em out.”

After Fernando paid for the merchandise, he walked over and checked out the Tee’s. Some were red and some were white, all had a Cardinal bird image on the front with lettering stating ‘Carter Cardinals’ and lettering on the back stating ‘GO CARDS!’ He wants one to wear to the game tomorrow night, but they’re $15 that he doesn’t have right now. He still has that $20 that Jamie and Ruth gave him last night, but it’s at home. He plans to come back tomorrow and get one to wear to the game tomorrow night.

When he returned to the pizzeria, Anthony suggested he hit his homework, and told him the best place to study is in the party room, or, if he preferred, he could study in the office.

“Thanks, Dad,” Fernando replied, “I’ll be in the party room, come and get me if you need any help.” He took his new school supplies and gathered his textbooks and headed to the party room to study.

About 4:45 PM Anthony entered the party room and told Fernando that dinner was ready. Fernando followed Anthony out to a table where there were three tossed salads, and three plates of Fettuccini Alfredo with chicken. The three enjoyed their first dinner together as a family. Anthony had to break away a couple times to make pizza’s that were ordered. Lindsey had one table to serve, and Ruth came in to work at 5:00 PM.

Anthony, at about 5:15, “Fernie, how much more time do you need for your homework?”

“I don’t know,” Fernando replied, “maybe 15 or 20 minutes.”

“When you finish, I’d like to show you how to run the cash register so you can cash out customers, if it’s OK with you.”

Fernando, smiling, “Sure Dad, I’ll do anything I can to help you and Mom out, I hope you know that.” Anthony smiled, loving the cooperation he is getting from this young man. He is very happy that he and Maria have this foster son to care for.

As usual for a weekday night, they closed at 9:00 PM and headed home. Fernando took a shower and was in bed shortly after 10:30 PM, after kissing his parent’s goodnight. He loves living here with Maria and Anthony.

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***

My mother thought she was doing me a favor by getting me a tutor, and in a way she did because I did raise my grade enough so that my Math score got decent enough for the rest of my really good grades to get me onto the honor roll.

Most guys wanted a car or something lavish for their eighteenth birthday present but since Dad was gone it wasn’t like we were all that flush. Besides, I don’t know how Mom was even able to afford to pay for the tutor, but then again she had managed to stretch a buck well enough for us to live decently so I guess it’s a talent.

The real favor was getting to meet Aaron, a bespectacled graduate student with skin of a mocha hue and a modest Afro, and although black folks were scarce in our neck of the woods back in the 70’s somehow Mom had found this scholarly looking 25 year old African-American to mentor me. Mentor me, he did.

***

I sat in my room waiting for Aaron, my math tutor, and all I could hope for was that this second session wouldn’t be as embarrassing as the initial one the week before was.

It was awkward from the start for me, because in our part of upstate New York, black people were rather scarce (and this was the early 1970’s when the term black was usually used) and while I wasn’t scared of Aaron, who was about my height and weight and almost as nerdy looking, he was different than the people I was used to.

For his part Aaron did his best to be pleasant and friendly, seeming to understand my nervousness, and he did a lot of touching while he worked with me. His hand on my arm or on my shoulder as he tried to get me to be less dense about Math was meant to support me but only made me more nervous.

It was around that time when I figured out that I wasn’t like most of the other guys. I loved girls, or at least that was what I claimed, but the fact was that I liked girls well enough but when it came to being attracted to them they usually left me rather cold.

That wasn’t the same as what I felt when an elderly man gave me a lift one day when I was hitchhiking. When I ended up at my destination later I knew my life would never be the same.

The problem was that not only was I not all that handsome and had definite issues regarding self-esteem when it came to my body, I was also shy. Painfully so, so while Aaron’s hand on my neck kneading softly was meant to get me to relax, it did the opposite.

Still and all, things would have been different if Aaron’s hadn’t asked if I had another protractor. I told me I did and it was in the drawer he was sitting next to. When Aaron tried to open the drawer it stuck, as it was prone to do from time to time, but when it jerked open something from the back of the deep shelf slid forward.

“What the?” I heard Aaron say, and while I was deep in thought while trying to solve a problem I was working on, when I saw what Aaron had taken out of the drawer I freaked out.

“Here you go,” Aaron chuckled as he handed me the protractor instead of the dog-eared paperback book he had found. ‘Well well, Timmy. Your mother know about your reading tastes?”

“Let me have it,” I said as I unsuccessfully reached for the book, but after a brief game of keep-away I gave up and pretended I didn’t care, even making up some cockamamie story about finding the book and having no interest in the lurid contents.

In fact I had bought that book and another one like it as soon as I was old enough to legally get into a porn shop down in the city. The other book like it was gone forever, with me having “loaned” it to this guy in the neighborhood in exchange for him letting me suck his cock in the woods.

The one Aaron was holding, which was a paperback book with grainy black and white photos, had a brief story line that explained that these two guys were sailors who were “more than friends”. That happened to be the title of the book but the pictures left no doubt the two guys were sure way more than friends.

The two guys were not very handsome but the pictures were pretty graphic and the way the pages were curling was a testimony to how much I had read the book and how much I had gotten for my money in buying it. The fact that one of the guys was black did not go unnoticed by Aaron either.

“I’m not a kid,” I insisted when Aaron kept asking me if my Mom knew about my tastes. “I’m 18 you know.”

“You şişli bayan escort don’t look it, but what I meant is about her knowing that you’re a homosexual,” Aaron asked, and although I told him that it was just a coincidence that the people in the book were men and I really dug girls, the way he looked at me suggested he thought I was a full of shit as I truly was.

“Nothing wrong with it, you know,” Aaron concluded as he leafed to the back of the book and handed it to be, adding, “Too bad they didn’t use a brother with better equipment.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that because the black dude had a big penis – bigger than his white photo partner – but Aaron had moved on.

“You dig black guys?” Aaron asked. “Or, as your mother would say, Negroes?

“NO!” I said sharply, and he laughed at that response as well as my backtracking when I amended that to say that black guys were cool and all and mumbled more about my sexuality being misunderstood.

Our tutoring session ended shortly afterward, and after Aaron left I locked my bedroom door and did what I did best at that time, the fact that Aaron seemed to think I was gay not fazing me much at all.

***

The next tutoring session had me on pins and needles but it was all business, at least at the start. Aaron’s tutoring efforts had been helping me start to catch on to some things that had eluded me up until then, and when I mentioned that success toward the end of the hour he just shrugged.

“It’s why I’m here,” Aaron said as he stood up and went over to my bookcase and looked at the titles. “You have any more porn, Timmy?”

“No,” I said while my face burned.

“Too bad,” Aaron replied as he pulled a book off the shelf and leafed through it.

It was then that I noticed something that would have been tough to miss with him standing a few feet in front of me like that.

Aaron was wearing snug fitting bell-bottom jeans, and while I had already noticed his butt before, this front angle was even more revealing, and it had me blowing my breath up my face to cool me off.

I could see his cock or the outline of it, and the bulge snaked down to the left of the fly of the denim and the inside of his thigh. I could even see the outline of the head of his dick, for crying-out-loud!

“Something wrong?”

Aaron’s voice snapped me out of my trance, and when I looked up and saw his bemused expression while glancing at me from over the book it was obvious that he was well aware of what I was staring at.

“Sorry,” I mumbled while trying to go back to the problem on the book instead of Aaron.

“No you aren’t,” he chuckled.

“Those jeans – they don’t leave much to the imagination,” I explained.

“I guess you’re right,” Aaron agreed, but then after he put the book back he walked around the table and came up beside me. “I think your Mama got a look at it too. Maybe that’s why she almost walked into the wall before when she let me in. Is this better? Oh, that’s right. You aren’t gay.”

“What are trying to do?” I asked.

“Trying to reward you for your hard work,” Aaron said. “You deserve a break, so if there’s something you want to do, go ahead. I sure won’t stop you.”

“My Mom…”

“What about her?” Aaron asked. “She looks like she hasn’t gotten some in a while but I was getting a vibe like you wanted something of mine.”

“But what if she comes in?”

“She won’t. Besides, I locked the door.”

“You did?” I asked, and when I looked around Aaron I could see that he had turned the lock. “I’ve only been with a few guys guys.”

“Then I guess I’ll be another of the guys,” Aaron said as he stood there waiting for me to move.

I did eventually, swiveling in the chair and reaching up to fiddle with his belt, but Aaron stopped me and told me to unzip him and pulled it out through the fly.

“I’m not wearing underwear, so you should have no problem.

I nodded, although I didn’t think it would be easy to take his stiff dick out like that. That wasn’t the case though, because after I pulled the zipper down and reached in with the back of my hand brushing through his kinky pubic hair, I learned that he wasn’t hard. Not even close.

That bulge I had been staring at was pretty flaccid, and after I grabbed the spongy shaft and coaxed it out of the snug confinement, what was hanging out of that open fly was close to 6″ of thick ebony manhood, and who knows what more inside the jeans.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled as I gawked at the imposing uncut cock with a mixture of fear and awe.

“It’s just a cock,” Aaron said with his hands on his hips. “You’ve got one too, don’t you?”

“Not like this,” I said in the understatement of the year as I looked at the fat vein that ran down the top of the shaft.

“Well, if all you’re going to do is look at it…”

I nodded and reached up to take hold of it again, and as I raided it I couldn’t get over how heavy it was. Rubbery too I discovered as I pulled on it gently and watched it stretch out even longer. şişli escort Clearly, this monster was going to get even bigger when it got hard.

“That’s it,” Aaron sighed when I finally opened my mouth and took in the shrouded crown of his cock. “Look up at me Timmy.”

I did as I was told, and Aaron smiled as he ran his hand through my hair and asked me whether black cock tastes different than white. I shook my head while he guided my face further down the shaft.

“That a boy. Suck that cock. Make it big and hard.”

My lips had only managed to moisten about half of Aaron’s tool, and as it swelled that percentage was going to go down. My lips were making the foreskin slide up and down as well, exposing the plump head which was the color of a plum and not too much smaller either.

In front of me was a little of Aaron’s crinkly pubes and about half of his stiffening cock, but when I started to reach out to grab the veiny shaft he brushed my hand away.

“Just use your mouth Timmy,” Aaron explained. “Gotta get going here so…”

With that Aaron held my head in his hands and started to thrust his lower torso at me, in effect fucking my skull.

“Aw!” he cried out, and then I felt him erupt in my mouth, spraying his load while his manhood pulsed and twitched away.

I managed not to choke on it and let the seed roll down my throat as he finally stopped cumming. I kept sucking on Aaron as he went limp in my mouth, only stopping when he pulled it out.

“Damn good for a novice,” Aaron declared as he tucked his limp snake back in his jeans and patted me on the head. “You’ll get better too with practice. Tomorrow night?”

“You going now?” I asked as I followed him to the door.

“Gotta run,” he declared as he turned the knob, but stopped when he looked down and saw that the front of my slacks were tented out, and there was also a wet spot right at the end of the very modest tent. “Oh my, don’t let your Mom see that. Here.”

Aaron reached down and grabbed my boner through my slacks and briefs and squeezed it – hard.

“Little fella, huh Timmy?” Aaron chuckled, but I was too busy cumming to let the remark affect me.

I was almost doubled over as Aaron’s hand seemed to be trying to crush my dick, and I fell up against him as an incredible orgasm roared through my loins and took an amazingly long time to end.

“You okay man?” Aaron asked as I straightened up and took his hand off of my crotch, looking down at the result of his touch. “Damn, you cum in quarts!”

I didn’t know about the quart part but the front of my slacks now had a wet stain about the size of a dinner plate covering the front.

“Tomorrow dude,” Aaron said, and with that he unlocked the door and left.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Wells,” I heard Aaron exclaim. “Just finished up.”

I exhaled, glad that Mom hadn’t been a minute earlier, but as they chatted about my progress I realized that she was going to come in here next and the sight of me in these cum-soaked pants would be tough to explain.

Scrambling around the table, I managed to sit down behind the desk just in time before she popped in while she was exclaiming how happy she was to see I was making such improvement.

“My, it’s musty in her,” Mom sniffed as she inhaled the semen fumes of both of our orgasms, and as she went over to open the window she gushed about Aaron and how polite he was and not only handsome but so intelligent too for a Negro.

“Black, Mom,” I corrected her after she dropped the n-word of the times – Negro. “If you have to call him anything besides Aaron for some reason.”

“I keep forgetting,” Mom said as she left my room with her voice trailing away, “…Although he’s not really black, he’s more of a mahogany or maybe…”

“Good grief,” I mumbled. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

Then again, the more I thought about it, I was 18 and if I didn’t like it I could leave. That financially unpleasant prospect put that thought out of my head, so as I peeled off my spunky slacks I let my mind go back to a far more pleasant thought. Aaron.

***

Under the covers I was having trouble sleeping. It had been one hell of a night, and what Aaron had said about tomorrow night had me wishing the clock would spin faster. Finally, not wanting to mess the sheets I climbed out of bed and retreated to the bathroom to get rid of my problem.

After locking the door, I dropped my pajamas and lifted the toilet seats like I had a thousand times before and took my erection in hand.

Little fella. That was what Aaron had called my dick when he had grabbed it but heck, I bet most of the world was little compared to what Aaron was blessed with. I wished I had seen him without his pants on so I could tell how big his cock was. He had to be 8 or 9 inches long, so compared to him I was small.

No, I admitted to myself as I looked down at what my thumb and index finger were holding. I was small period. Countless peeks in the showers at other guys back in high school and at urinals had made that pretty obvious, mecidiyeköy escort and my growing years had already passed. Que Sera Sera, I hummed while wishing I could be Aaron for a day at least.

I came picturing Aaron and that magnificent cock of his, and after I made sure that my mess was cleaned I flushed it down twice to make sure. Sleep came easy when I got back to my room.

***

Giving Aaron head became a regular part of our routine, the final act of our hour-long session, and as Aaron had predicted I got better each time. The affection however was one-sided. To put it bluntly, Aaron would come and go.

He did start taking his jeans off though, and that only made me hornier. His smooth ebony skin and the rippling muscles along his sleek torso was about as erotic as it got, and seeing all of those treasures was great eye candy for me.

Aaron had rather small balls though, not all that much different than mine. He did have a cock that was 9.83″ long when erect however. I found that out one night when I asked him how long it was and he claimed he didn’t know.

“Measure the thing if you want,” Aaron suggested while waving at the many pieces of equipment there on the desk, so I did.

I announced the precise measurement, and instead of being happy he claimed that he was way bigger than that, proving my suspicion that he knew the dimensions of his cock all along and simply got off having me measure him and then my oohing and ahhing all over it, which I was glad to do.

“Here,” Aaron said while squeezing the base of his dick and straining so hard the head was looking ready to pop. “There you go! 11 inches!”

“That’s cheating,” I said.

“Bullshit. How big is yours, Timmy?”

“About 6″,” I claimed.

“Bullshit.”

“You never saw it. Heck, you only touched it through my pants that one time,” I reminded Aaron.

“Didn’t feel like no 6″,” Aaron maintained.

“How come you never touch me?” I asked, and the question seemed to shock Aaron because I wanted him to do to me what I enjoyed doing to him. “I mean really touch me.”

“You’re just a kid.”

“I’m 18.”

“You aren’t really my type, Timmy. No offense. You’re a good looking dude and I like you but just not that way. I dig guys more like – me I guess.”

“You mean black guys or guys with big cocks?”

“Black guys,” Aaron said in a matter-of-fact manner. “Black guys and white women.”

“Oh. You like girls too.”

“Sure. You said you did too right? Just personal preference.”

“I was hoping that we would become – you know?”

“Afraid not, besides, I won’t be going here much more. Tomorrow night is it.”

“Huh?”

“Your Mom said that your grades have gone up so much and she really can’t afford it, so tomorrow night is it.”

“Shit,” I sighed, and it struck me that I had really fallen for the guy despite knowing he wasn’t all that enamored with me.

“Hey, tomorrow night we’ll have a party,” Aaron said.

“Maybe Mom can bake a cake,” I said sarcastically.

“No need,” Aaron said as he waved his semi-turgid cock at me. “Now before I go.”

It was a bittersweet moment – not Aaron’s semen which creamy and delicious as usual – but realizing as I sucked his cock passionately that I wouldn’t be doing this anymore.

“Tomorrow night Timmy,” Aaron said after getting his pants back on, and I walked out in the hall with him as Mom approached.

“Oh, and tomorrow night, if you want,” Aaron said after Mom had turned away, but not before she had clucked and fawned over him while paying him.

He whispered the rest of it for my ear only, and when I heard it I stood there in shock for a second before nodding okay.

“Looking forward to it?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I mouthed, not really sure whether I was or not.

***

There was very little Math involved in our last session, since our last session was going to involve one equation and that was one plus one. Aaron’s cock, 9.83 or 11 inches, whichever measurement you want to use, into one anus. Mine.

There was little romance involved. Once Aaron got to my room he locked the door and stripped down. If my mother ever got the inclination to come up with milk and cookies, like she had once early in Aaron’s tutoring, I would be fucked in more ways than one but as I looked at Aaron naked I realized it was worth the risk.

Although his facial features continued to resemble the studious bookworm he was and much of his physique was not much more impressive than my own, you wouldn’t spend much time lamenting his lack of bulging biceps and pecs when that magnificent cock was in sight.

As I gazed in awe at his body it struck me that I was going to have to take my clothes off and while this was something I had fantasized about often since Aaron started tutoring me, actually getting naked in front of him was now intimidating.

Not that my body was all that horrible but there was an area where I was very inferior to Aaron and now he was going to see for himself what he had already deduced from that brief grope through my clothing.

To make it worse, my erection was disappearing as I disrobed so that by the time I was naked my dick was trying to crawl up into my intestines as it often did in times of stress and fear.

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The Family:

Bill Branch was born September 18, 1963 6’1″ 185 pounds Black hair blue eyes he is a corporate office manager and married Bonnie November 20, 1984 settling down in Kansas City.

Bonnie Branch was born October 3, 1963 5’7″ 140 pounds 38-26-40 Blonde hair and Green eyes she is a dentist’s secretary but considers her first job caring for her husband and their three kids.

Bobby Branch was born August 9, 1985 6’2′ 195 pounds Black hair and blue eyes he is Bill and Bonnie’s oldest child about to enter his third year of college where he is on the swim team and is admired by girls as being one of the true hunks around campus.

Babbette Branch was born June 25, 1986 5’5″ 135 pounds 44-26-42 Blonde hair and green eyes the middle Branch child entering her second year of college has looks that stop everyone guys and girls alike in their tracks.

Bambi Branch was born April 14, 1987 5’6″ 125 pounds 38-24-36 Black hair and green eyes the baby of the family who just graduated high school and was looking forward to college life but not the studying.

Brenda Cooper was born February 9, 1978 5’3″ 115 pounds 36-24-38 red hair and brown eyes Bill’s business partner and thinks other people are made for only one thing – for her to give lots and lots of oral sex to.

Brad Cooper was born December 28, 1977 5’11” 185 pounds Brown hair and blue eyes Brenda’s oversexed husband who cannot get enough of her fellatio.

Benjamin Washington born 02/23/1987 5’11” 175 pounds with green eyes and black hair is Brenda’s much younger brother who has had very little sexual experience due to his overwhelming shyness.

Our Story Concludes:

Life for Ben Washington had been confusing, depressing and exciting the past five years. It all started with the death of his parents in a car wreck. After their death his sister, Brenda, took over as his guardian. His role in the family became confused when she got married when he was 15 years old. He was proud to give her away at the wedding but always felt like a third wheel in his own house after that.

Brenda’s husband was a very nice guy but Ben always felt like he was in the way of normal marital activities. So, when he got the opportunity to go away for college he pounced on it. Besides, he hoped to find a loose woman to help him lose his virginity. He soon found that there were plenty of loose women but none of them would make the first move and he was just too damn shy to even say hello much less ask one of them out.

Finally, a friend had fixed him up on two dates in the spring which were nothing much to write home about although he made out a little with both of them he was still a virgin. Overall, though, he was enjoying the college experience. His visits home seemed to be much nicer as by then his sister and husband had gotten the chance to be alone for the first time since they got married.

Brenda made each of the monthly visits special for Ben and always seemed to find something special to do with her baby brother. Ben thought trips to movies, amusement parks, or camping were great but what happened over Spring Break topped all of that. When he got home Brenda informed him that Brad, her husband, was out of town for the next five days and they would be on their own.

While Brad did not travel much on his job this time alone was really frustrating for Brenda as she believed herself to be a nymphomaniac. Not only did she need sex with Brad daily but fucked her business partner regularly and sucked cock every chance she got. When there was no cock around to suck she had discovered the sweet taste of pussy through her partner’s wife.

The first night that Ben was home Brenda took him out to a nice Mexican restaurant and they discussed their plans for the week. They did not really come up with any good ideas so they decided to sleep on it and maybe something fun would come to mind overnight. Part of the problem was that they both could not help but notice just how attractive the other one had become.

Ben was all muscles and had a wonderful smile that just lit up a room when he entered. And how could he help but not notice his sister’s luscious curves and beautiful hair and her long legs were straight out of a fashion magazine. They both just sat there talking and eating trying to ignore the sexual tension between them. When they got back home Ben suggested they relax by watching a movie and munch out on chips and spicy salsa dip.

About halfway through the movie Ben complained that his stomach hurt so Brenda, being the good sister, ran and got him some antacid. It seemed to have no effect as after a while longer he complained of sharp stabbing pains in the pit of his stomach. Brenda suggested that Ben lay down on the floor and she would rub his belly and try and soothe his pain. Figuring he had nothing to lose; besides he could think of worse things than having his pretty sister’s hands caressing his tummy.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt, Sis; shit this really hurts,” he complained. şişli bayan escort

As she watched her lanky brother get onto the floor she scolded him, “You know you can’t eat that much spicy stuff!”

“Oh Sis don’t lecture me I’m enough fucking pain.” Brenda just nodded her head and smiled as she laid down beside him on the floor. Quickly Benjamin noticed that he couldn’t see the television while on his back so he rolled onto his side so he could see Sharon Stone better. Brenda said nothing as she knew exactly why her brother had done this and moved in behind him with her head directly behind his and her feet at his knees. Reaching around him she began rubbing small circles on his belly. Soon she lifted up his shirt so she could directly rub away his pain. Needless to say Ben quickly forgot about the pain and Sharon Stone as his cock came to life and full hardness. Brenda was getting lost in the feeling of her brother’s soft skin nearly forgetting that this was her brother as her circles got bigger and bigger. After about five minutes it happened; her hand bumped against the bulge in his trousers. The first time they both tried to ignore it as an accidental touch. But, Brenda was having trouble maintaining her composure as she felt a tingle in her cunt. She thought about running away to her room and jacking off but decided that her brother needed her and she would just have to be good. But, less than a minute later she brushed that wonderful bulge again and quickly retreated. Rubbing another circle she hit it once again and before she knew what she was doing her hand had stopped and was just resting on her brother’s cock. Neither of them said a word as her hand seemed to be frozen right there. She felt the rod under her hand pulsate slightly which turned her on. No longer thinking Brenda grabbed the hard on and gave it a squeeze which caused the boy to exhale deeply. Lust had consumed Brenda as she unzipped her brother’s pants and pulled the rigid pole out of his underwear and softly began stroking it. Ben rolled onto his back forgetting all about the TB and looked up into his sister’s sweet eyes. For her part, Brenda couldn’t believe what a perfect cock her brother had. It was nice and long and thick; she was no judge of measurements but knew it would more than satisfy her pussy. The head of his circumcised prick was soft and spongy and would feel so nice entering her twat preparing the way for the rest of his smooth hard rod that seemed to pulsate with each little caress that she gave it. She just had to suck this beautiful cock as it was so massively wonderful. But, she had to make sure her brother was really into it and not just letting her have fun first. With her free hand Brenda unbuttoned her blouse and taking her hand off the gorgeous rod only for a second flung her blouse across the room behind them. Resuming the attentions to Ben’s cock she leaned over her brother’s face with her boob filled bra just inches from his face and asked, “Would you like to suck my titties?”

“Oh fuck yes,” he answered shocking her at how fast he had his hands on her tits sucking her boobs through the silky material of the bra. In a matter of seconds Brenda was moaning softly at her brother’s efforts and she began giving him a serious hand job.

“If you can take off my bra you can have the actual titties,” she teased. Ben was in no mood for teasing and reached behind her and unfastened the confining garment which his sister quickly helped him remove. Her areolas were the size of quarters and a beautiful shade of brown topped by a large stiff nipple all of which was mounted on the firmest and yet sexiest titties he had ever seen.

“Oh my fucking God you have huge tits!” He sucked first one and then the other into his mouth marveling at the wonderful taste of her skin. His tongue circled each of the glorious nipples as he went from one to the other rapidly. Brenda thought she might cum from his suckling of her boobs as she moaned out loud. One of his hands was now feeling up her ass so she knew he was ready for the full treatment.

“You are a fantastic tit kisser Ben; Oh God! But, wouldn’t you like me to suck that monster cock of yours?” She gave his rigid member an extra hard stroke causing her younger sibling to let out a grunt.

“Oh shit yes, Sis suck my prick suck it all the way into your sexy mouth.” Ben was more turned on than ever before but worried about the blow job Brenda had asked to give him. He had a girl at campus give him a blow job a few weeks back and she didn’t know what she was doing as she scraped his cock with her teeth and didn’t even suck long enough for him to cum.

That was the most he had done with any girl and it didn’t turn out to be very rewarding. But, he was so turned on by Brenda he figured that she would give him a proper blow job so he eagerly agreed and from the first lick of her tongue on his pee hole he knew he would soon be in sexual heaven. She swirled the tip of her tongue around the crown of his hard shaft as she lightly caressed şişli escort his balls with her hand.

It was clear to her that Brad wasn’t sure about what to do so being the helpful sister she swung her body around so she was laying on top of him. Suddenly he found her crotch covered by her black skirt in his face and he got a whiff of the smell of her womanhood. He reached around her butt and began fondling the cheeks as her mouth slid down on his cock. She had her legs together as she popped his erection out of her mouth momentarily cooing, “You can pull off my skirt if you want; it just yanks straight off.”

Finding the hem he gave a tug and marveled to himself at the wonders of elastic as the skirt came right off. He loved the feeling of her thigh high nylons but the sight of her white cotton briefs with a wet spot in the heart of the crotch blew him away. Brenda was going to town on his cock; literally fucking him with her mouth.

With each suck her vacuum action seemed to drive him more and more crazy. Soon he found his face buried in her underwear. As his hands caressed her panties and nylons he gingerly began kissing the center of her panties and sucking the wet spot. He just had to find out what eating pussy was like so asked, “Oh sweet heaven, can I take off these panties and kiss you down here between your legs.”

“Help yourself, that is what I have been waiting for little brother,” she encouraged. None too gently he ripped her panties down her legs revealing her shaved cunt. Her legs melted apart as he slowly began kissing the soft smooth skin around her twat. Brenda was anxiously waiting until he reached her inner folds as her deep throating of his cock went to a fevered pitch she adjusted her crotch nearly covering her brother’s mouth.

Oh sis, it is so beautiful and it smells so sweet, too.”

“Oh shut the fuck up and kiss, suck and eat the fucker out while you use those damn hands to play with my God damn ass; come on eat me kid!” She wiggled her crotch across his face; catching the side of his nose with her protruding cunt lips as she did. That was all it took as he grabbed her big ass and began savagely licking and sucking all over her entire crotch.

He had no idea of what he was doing but it must have been good enough as he could hear Brenda moaning from around his prick and she kept getting juicier and juicier. After a couple of minutes Ben explored his mates ass crack gently running his fingers deep into the deep crevice until he found her puckering hole.

He rubbed hard around the opening and instantly found Brenda pushing the hole against his finger. Taking the hint he pushed his finger in slightly. Brenda kept pushing against his finger until he found himself finger fucking her bowels as he continued his oral assault on her honey pot.

As Brenda pushed his pants off of his legs both lovers could feel their own orgasms rising up from their inner beings. The experienced cock sucker could feel the unmistakable twitching in Ben’s cock and knew she was about to get her reward. This fact caused her to explode in her first orgasm. The flood of cum from his sister’s pussy totally caught Ben off guard as it covered his face in sweet honey.

Quickly he tried to eat it all up as he didn’t want to miss a drop. As he scooped at her twat trying to catch her juices he came with a mighty orgasm filling Brenda’s gullet with a gigantic load of his spunk. Swallowing hard Brenda caught all of his sticky delight not letting a drop escape. Reluctantly she forced herself to stop sucking the magnificent cock in her mouth as she also wanted it inside of her horny cunt.

Getting up on her elbows, grinding her cunny in Ben’s face she asked, “Hey Pussy Eater don’t you want to fuck my hot cunt?”

“Really, you mean it? Oh fuck yes, Sis, I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather fuck my first time.” The words were out before Ben realized that he had just admitted to being a virgin. He was scared at what Brenda’s reaction might be but he shouldn’t have been as all this did was excite the older sibling even more.

“Oh fuck yes; you couldn’t stop me now if you fucking wanted to, oh fuck yes I want to take your fucking cherry!” Deftly Brenda swung around and planted one hell of a kiss on Ben’s lips before using her tongue to lick off the cunt juices running down the sides of his face. As he gave her titties a couple of hard squeezes he couldn’t believe the look of pure lust in his sister’s eyes.

Laying flat on her back she pulled her brother on top of her. Reaching between them she caught a hold of Ben’s prick and flicked its tip against her swollen clit. The boy closed his eyes in pure ecstasy anticipating what was to come. He didn’t have to wait long as his sister placed his erection at the entrance to her pussy and using her other hand pushed on his rump causing him to enter her as he exclaimed, “Oh my fucking god, Brenda!”

“Oh yes, Ben, you feel wonderful inside of me; now, pound that big fucking cock into my damn pussy!” She made sure mecidiyeköy escort she had a tight hold of him as she didn’t want him to inadvertently pull all of the way out wrapping her legs and arms around him. Ben couldn’t believe how tight his sister’s cunt felt around his manhood or how great it felt when she squeezed the muscles of her twat against his prick.

In a matter of seconds Ben was aggressively pounding in and out of her sexy cunny; Thrust after thrust. His cock felt so good that Brenda couldn’t help herself and was soon slamming her hips up to meet each of his strokes. Sweat was now pouring from both of them and teeth clinched as their passion drove one another crazy. Brenda found herself moaning like a porn star as she yelled out, “I am fucking cumming; give me your spunk!”

Oh shit, yes, Brenda” he roared as a large load of his sticky white jism invaded her fuck tunnel. As Ben fell off of her Brenda picked up the TV remote switching off Sharon Stone and clasped his hand pulling him up and motioned for him to follow her to her room. Needless to say he didn’t sleep in his own bed at all during spring break.

Brenda taught him all of the sexy ways to please a girl and in return got to suck his cock whenever she wanted. After just three or four days Ben was a very exceptional lover thanks to his own sister. The only bad thing in the mix was that they both knew that when Ben came home for Summer Break that she would be mostly off limits to him as Brad would be around all of the time.

Sadly Ben went back to school and Brenda returned to her normal sex life with her husband and Bill and Bonnie Branch. She was happy with them but still was always in the mood for more. She loved going over to the Branch’s house for dinner as she loved looking at their three grown kids and lusting after them. So, when Bonnie had arranged for her to have sex with each of them that May it was a dream come true.

Ben got a little bolder at school and actually had asked a couple of girls out and had some fun but was still lusting after his sister. Little did he know that as he was studying hard for his finals that May evening his sister was fucking everyone in the Branch household as well as her own husband.

He would have been jealous had he known that as he was licking whipped cream off his spoon from the Strawberry Shortcake he was eating at that exact moment his sister had a can have cream shoved into Bobby Branch’s asshole and was filling it up. Somehow, he made it through the week and hurried back home on Friday.

His sister greeted him with a great big bear hug and a long lingering sensual kiss as he walked through the door. Then she told him that the Branch’s had invited them over the next day for a barbeque and to do some swimming. Ben was disappointed as he wanted to have some quiet time with Brenda and Brad; especially Brenda. That evening passed routinely with no sign of the plan Brenda and Bonnie were cooking up to get Ben to join in the family fun fuck club.

Everyone slept in late the next morning as they caught up from lack of sleep caused by work and school.

When they were eating breakfast Brenda asked Ben if it would be ok if they dropped him off early at the Branch’s as she and her husband had some shopping they just had to get done. The idea didn’t thrill him a lot but it had been awhile since he had seen Bobby and his sisters. He agreed as it would give him a chance to catch up on their lives.

So, as Bonnie and Brenda had previously arranged they dropped Ben off at the stroke of noon. Mrs. Branch greeted him at the door hiding practically nothing. His eyes locked on her breasts as all she had on was a skimpy bikini. He almost fell over when she walked in front of him guiding him into the house as both of her butt cheeks were hanging out proudly from the suit’s thong bottom. She purred, “Ben, the kids are out back swimming; you can go in to the restroom to change and meet them out there.”

He found himself completely tongue tied as he carried the plastic sack with his suit into the bathroom. It was bad enough that his sister had been flaunting herself in front of him but now his friend’s mother was dressed hotter than she had been in any fantasies he had ever had of her. He thought about jerking off right then and there but resisted as he didn’t want his hosts to wonder where he was.

As the horny boy came out of the restroom he saw Bambi approaching from down the hall. Right on cue she ran full speed toward him excitedly. To Ben’s surprise she was wearing the same swimsuit as her mother was. Acting the part of a giggly school girl she hugged him tight pressing her boobs and crotch hard against him and squealing, “Oh Ben, it is wonderful to see you; you just have to come out to the pool and see Babbette. We have all missed you so much, besides I need you to rub some lotion on me.

Giving him one last grind of her pelvis she pecked him on the lips. Shocked Ben didn’t know quite what to do but gingerly returned the hug putting his hand on the bra strap of her suit. There was nothing to do but follow her ass outside. When they reached the pool deck the only other person there was Babbette swimming laps so he asked, “Bambi where are Bobby and your parents?”

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“No! That sounds like a terrible idea!” Amanda Blake could not believe her ears.

If only she had the inner strength to really challenge her husband.

“It’s not such a bad idea, dear,” her husband, Matt smoothly replied. “It will make our marriage stronger.” Amanda was afraid to even give him the concession of looking at him when he spoke. She stood with her back to him, looking out the window at the grounds around their house.

“Studies show that an infusion of outside perspectives helps to ‘freshen up’ a marriage,” he said, persuasively. “I forget what word they used, but it pretty clearly showed that a menage a trois would more likely help to keep married partners together, rather than to drive them apart…and I love you, and want to keep us together.” He paused. “If you love me, you’ll agree.”

Amanda wasn’t deaf to the implied threat in his words, and her shoulders slumped just enough for Matt to see that he had scored a point.

“Just a one time thing…with a stranger. No muss, no fuss, and what is left is you and I…us…standing together, stronger than ever in our marriage. And as beautiful as you are inside, I bet you can get some ideas on makeup, and fashion, and even losing weight, from meeting someone new… what do you say, old gal?”

In spite of Matt’s terminology, learned either at his prep school or at his Ivy League university, Amanda was not at all “old.” In point of fact, she was as young as he, twenty-six, and every bit as attractive as he, which was considerable.

She was quite lovely to the discerning eye – plump, yes, but fair complected, with white, even teeth, sparkling blue eyes, a lovely smile, glossy long black hair – but she had been much abused by Matt’s mind games, so much so that she had begun to doubt herself. His mental domination had beaten her down, instead of helping her to be someone that she, herself, could admire.

“Well…” she began, and Matt knew that he had her…again. He’d be able to bring in his girl friend, the one that Amanda didn’t even suspect existed, have some fun with two women at once, and once again, degrade and humiliate his wife. It was the perfect setup, until…

“Perhaps I would go along with this, but there would be ground rules. First, I would choose the other woman. Second, there would only be one time – if you need to add to our marriage to make it stronger, certainly once would be adequate. Third, you may never communicate with this woman once she has, um, been over. Agreed?” Amanda had turned to face Matt for this declaration.

“Er, why of course, Amanda,” Matt said, smiling an oily smile. “Perfectly fine.” At least the door would be opened to an extra-marital affair that was to his liking, Matt thought. If not this time, then the next time…and there would be a next time, too. The precedent would be set.

Matt just hoped that Amanda would find another woman who was at least somewhat hot. No chance she’d get someone as hot as Charlene, his girl friend, but if she had the requisite holes and didn’t bark, he’d make do! After all, it was all about his long term plan. Take his wife’s inherited money, one way or another, and as much of her family’s home security business as he could finagle, and then dump her pretty, but naive, fat ass.

After Matt left, Amanda sat down, heavily. “What have I gotten myself into?” she wondered. Her father, God rest his soul, had always told her that when she was standing neck deep in pig shit, even a shit-covered rope was better than nothing. Although Amanda had never found herself in a situation even remotely resembling her father’s aphorism, still, she could derive the kernel of wisdom, and perhaps save herself and her marriage, as poor as it was.

“So…where to find a woman who’ll act as another, temporary, partner in our bed?” she asked herself. Thinking back, she remembered an article that she’d seen in the Wall Street Journal, about an internet site called “Gregslist.com”, where people could find services, some of which were rather disreputable. “Offering to sleep with a happily married couple certainly qualifies as ‘disreputable,'” Amanda thought.

“It shouldn’t cost anything to at least look at the website,” she thought. She went over to the desktop computer that she used far more often for following her favorite charities, and checked out the site on Wikipedia first – after all, she might be naive, but she wasn’t stupid. After assuring herself that the site itself was safe, although many of its businesses might not be, she entered the web address, took a deep breath, and pressed “Enter.”

What a delightfully raucous world she discovered! But, also very confusing. When she finally figured that the personal ads weren’t going to get her what she wanted – someone she could pay, and go away after the one time, she got a little desperate. “Why can’t they just have ads for ‘ladies of the night,’ and be done with it?” she thought. Then she just began picking ads at random – the equivalent of throwing her hands up, and running şişli bayan escort off screaming into the night.

During this, more boring search, she ran across an ad that either sounded perfect, or a complete misunderstanding, but by this point she decided that she had to do something.

The wording sounded hopeful: “Woman-owned company offers in-home services to couples. Our pretty, friendly and young servicewomen will handle the most unusual needs around the house. Must be reputable, clean and we WILL check you out! Reasonable prices.”

“Well, it’s worth a shot, anyway,” Amanda thought. She contacted the mail box that she was directed to, and subsequently an email connection. The woman who ran the business, named ‘Samantha,’ seemed very nice, and assured Amanda that she certainly might have understood the real message of the ad, but also conveyed to Amanda that she had to be careful, to avoid police becoming involved.

Finally, both women agreed to meet at a local coffee shop. Although the woman said that she didn’t care what Amanda’s husband looked like, and that she really had no interest in him, still she insisted that Amanda bring a picture of him with her. Amanda didn’t understand what the woman meant when she said, ‘husbands have to be male’. “Well, of course they do,” Amanda thought.

…

Amanda returned from the initial meeting in a good frame of mind. “The young lady seemed very sweet, not at all like the women that I see on television doing that sort of thing,” she said to Matt. “And certainly her price wasn’t unreasonable – you couldn’t pay me enough to have sex with a stranger.” Unusual for such a deliberate person, Amanda had decided the “work” should be done at her house the following night. There were a few assurances that Amanda had wanted, and she was satisfied that Samantha would comply.

“Normally, I’d do a lot more research into possible issues, but I have a good feeling about this,” Amanda said to her husband. “Besides, I want to get this over with so that you’ll stop pestering me about it.” Amanda was sorely disappointed that sex had turned out to be such an unsatisfying endeavor, after all the buildup people had given it, but she had resigned herself to the fact that men were unceasingly interested in it, even if it offered little to keep a woman’s attention.

The following night, Amanda was seated reading a book about colors – at least, it was titled something about shades of grey, although it didn’t really seem to talk much about that at all. She’d have to mention that to Lily, her avant-garde friend who’d recommended it. When the door bell rang, she said, “She’s here, Matt,” and went to answer the door.

Matt raised his eyebrows. “Please don’t be a cow, please don’t be a cow, please don’t be a cow…” ran through his head like some sort of mantra.

“Hello, Samantha,” Amanda said, standing aside to allow the young girl entry. “And who is this?”

“This is my, um, partner, Trish. We’ve had a bad experience or two, so she’s along to make sure that everything’s okay. I hope that’s alright.”

“Oh, fine,” Amanda said. Trish seemed to be cut from a similar mold as Samantha – a bit younger, but equally cute, though they looked nothing like each other.

Matt rose. It was apparent to Amanda, from the expression on his face, that he was pleased with her choice. “Hello, who is this?” he said loudly, in a hearty voice. Amanda rolled her eyes. He was putting on his ‘fake persona,’ as she called it.

“This is the young lady that we arranged for, Matt. Matt, Samantha…Samantha, Matt.” Samantha smiled politely at Matt, as he leered back at her.

“Welcome…you certainly are attractive, Samantha, as is your friend, um, ‘Trish,’ is it? Do you play, too?”

Samantha and Trish looked uncertain. “Um, no,” said Samantha. “She’s just here for my personal safety.” The two women exchanged uncertain glances.

“Would you like a drink?” Amanda asked the two women. Fearful that they might be slipped something in the drink, Samantha and Trish declined. Matt was pleased.

“The faster I can get in these two chicks’ pants…” he thought to himself. The foursome chatted uncomfortably for a few minutes, and then Matt spoke up.

“Well, dear…shall we retire to the bedroom?” Amanda looked at the two women, unsure of protocol, and then decided that there was no reason not to.

“Yes, that’s a good idea,” she said, rising from her chair. The others followed her to their spacious master bedroom. “I don’t know quite how this sort of thing is supposed to go,” she said, distress growing apparent on her face, at least to Samantha and Trish. Matt seemed oblivious…or just uncaring.

Samantha spoke up. “Let us put you at ease, it’s obvious that this is a new thing to you both…” She had no idea if Matt had done this before or not, but Samantha was concerned that Amanda not become upset. She had bonded with Amanda at their first meeting, and didn’t want to upset her. Besides, she was the one paying the bill.

“Would you like a little back şişli escort and shoulder massage, Amanda?” Samantha asked. “That’s very helpful in putting people at ease…”

“Yes…I’d like that,” Amanda replied, relieved. She felt as though she were going to throw up.

Samantha arranged herself behind Amanda on the bed. Both women remained fully clothed. Samantha began lightly touching the attractive woman on her upper back, around her shoulder blades and shoulders, then increased the pressure. Even to a novice like Samantha, it was apparent that Amanda was very tense.

As she massaged Amanda, Samantha whispered in her ear, “Everything will be fine, you and your husband will be satisfied and we’ll leave. You needn’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”

Those were just the reassurances that Amanda needed to hear, and combined with the physical relaxation from Samantha’s touch, she visibly relaxed. She turned her head to Samantha, and whispered back, “Thank you!” She was startled by the presence of Samantha’s lips so close to hers, and quickly turned away.

The massage continued for a few minutes, then Samantha suggested, “If you take your top off, I can massage you more effectively…and to be fair, I can take my top off, too.”

Amanda reluctantly agreed, and mentally kicked herself for her reluctance. “What did I think was going to happen?”

The two women took off their blouses, clad still in bras. Samantha resumed her massage, now extending her touch to almost all of Amanda’s upper body, including around the front of the woman, and over her bra-clad breasts, although just lightly.

Meanwhile, Matt was angling his way with Trish. He managed to convince her that, while she might not participate, she should at least disrobe as Samantha did. She could see some logic in that – after all, it would help the atmosphere of sexiness that the couple had paid for, and move the job to a finish. So, Trish and Matt were slowly disrobing, even as Amanda and Samantha were, too.

Amanda was visibly responding in a more sexual way to Samantha’s touch. It was possible that Amanda had lacked for female companionship over the years, Samantha thought, which was exactly the case. The wealthy woman’s mother had died young, she had no siblings and she’d been home schooled by a series of female tutors to whom she had yearned to bond, but her father had changed them out every year out of ignorance of Amanda’s needs as a young girl.

Amanda moaned, and Samantha smiled. “Finally, I’m making some progress,” she exulted.

“I’d like to give you a full body massage,” Samantha suggested, this time her lips brushed Amanda’s ear. Amanda nearly jumped, then turned her head and upper body to more closely face Samantha.

The two women faced each other, their faces moving closer, and Samantha decided, “Oh, why the fuck not,” and brought her lips to Amanda’s, their kiss sweet, and to both women’s minds, far too short. Samantha stood, and stripped off her skirt, down to bra and panties. Amanda did the same, a little nervously, but with far more enthusiasm than she’d shown before.

“Matt, how are you doing?” she asked, looking at her husband as he pulled off his pants.

“Great, dear,” he said, pulling his eyes away from Trish’s slim legs, as she shimmied off her jeans. “Just…great.” Trish managed to bend over to finish removing her pants, her barely panty-covered ass close to his face, her pussy’s fragrance teasing him.

Samantha dove into her massage of Amanda, as the woman lay on her stomach. She alternated deep tissue massage with gentle caresses, leaving no exposed area untouched, with her fingers provocatively slipping under the strap of Amanda’s bra and the hem of her panties. Amanda clearly was beginning to really relax and enjoy herself, which made the process more fun for Samantha, too.

And she was enjoying Amanda’s body immensely. She continued caressing the woman’s body, from shoulders to her feet, manipulating every muscle group, eliciting moans and groans of pleasure. Samantha unhooked Amanda’s bra, running her fingers over her flesh where it had been compressed by the strap, all the way across her upper back, and down her sides. Samantha scraped her fingernails over the sides of Amanda’s breasts – her moans at that point were loud and passionate. Samantha leaned down and kissed Amanda’s neck, as her fingertips pressed into Amanda’s breasts.

Then Samantha boldly began removing Amanda’s panties. At first, the attractive woman stiffened and froze, then seemingly came to a decision, and from that point aided in the removal of the last of her clothes, by lifting her hips off the bed to ease Samantha’s pulling her panties down her hips and legs. Amanda’s ass was cute and looked delicious, giving Samantha a sweet thrill in her clit.

Meanwhile, Trish was naked, and giggling, removed the last of Matt’s clothes. She oohed when she saw his cock, which was immensely stiff and a good four inches long. “Oh, that’s so BIG,” she exclaimed, taking it lightly in her fingers.

“Careful,” mecidiyeköy escort Matt said. “A pretty girl like you, you don’t want to get me off too quick…” Trish kissed him, her lips on his, her mouth open to receive his tongue, as one of his hands went to her breasts, the other to her naked ass. As he squeezed what he could get his hands on, she swiftly stroked his cock, sending him over the top in what had to be record time. He spurted his hot cream all over his own leg, his load of jizz seeming bigger than his cock itself.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey,” Trish said, the expression on her face conveying her upset at taking him out of the picture so early. “You’d better go clean up.” After she pushed him out to the hall bathroom in search of tissue, Trish looked over at Samantha, and winked. Then she closed and locked the bedroom door.

She joined Samantha and Amanda on the bed. “Can I help?” Samantha gave her lover a warm smile.

“You’ve already helped immensely, but why don’t you show Amanda how close you’d like the three of us to be.”

Trish lay down next to Amanda, who opened her eyes and smiled. “At last,” Amanda said.

“Hi,” Trish said. “I guess Sam told you about me.”

There was a smile in Amanda’s eyes, for the first time in Samantha’s experience. “She told me that you had a lot of very good ideas, some of which might even help an heiress desperate to get rid of her husband.” She paused. “She didn’t say that both of you would be teaching me about Sapphic love, but I love the idea. You’re a very lucky woman…does she do these massages all the time?”

“Oh, that and more,” Trish said, leaning in to kiss Amanda, who sighed as she felt soft, warm female lips meet hers.

“So gentle,” Amanda whispered almost soundlessly, sighing contentedly. Samantha continued massaging Amanda all over, but her touches were more caresses than anything else, and more and more involved her erogenous areas.

Soon, Samantha lay down, on the other side of Amanda’s slack body, still touching her, as Amanda and Trish’s soft kisses began to heat up. Gradually, Samantha’s caresses were augmented by her own kisses, starting at Amanda’s shoulders, and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, working her way down her back, light soft touches of warm, moist lips against increasingly responsive female flesh.

Lightly perfumed, Amanda’s body was a sensory delight for Samantha, her skin sweet and smooth under Sam’s lips, salty from the faint sheen of perspiration that her growing excitement was bringing to the surface of her glowing and lovely body. A faint blush was rising on her upper chest, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

“So lovely,” Amanda murmured, returning again and again to the pleasure of feeling Trish against her, their stiff nipples actually touching at times, hips jerking into each other, seemingly by accident. Samantha’s hands traced over Amanda’s naked hips, her warm vulva pressed into Amanda’s soft, round ass. Amanda couldn’t keep herself from grinding her sweet bottom into Samantha’s puffy bush, the feeling so erotic to the highly deprived wife.

Samantha’s hand continued past Amanda’s full hips, to the moist, deep shadow between her legs, Samantha’s finger romping through Amanda’s bush on its way to her plump clit, teasing wetly around her small, rose-colored button, sheathed protectively under its fleshy hood.

Amanda gasped.

“Oh…that feels so good…oh, don’t stop, please!” Her hips quivered and shook, her face turned a rosy red. Trish giggled.

“You’re so pretty when you cum!” Trish exclaimed, a happy smile on her face, just as she brought her lips to Amanda’s again. The two women kissed languorously, and Amanda shivered and shook again as she received the most beautiful of female stimulation from the two randy, young lesbians.

“Is that an orgasm?” Amanda gasped, when she broke her kiss with Amanda. Trish looked surprised.

“Haven’t you ever had an orgasm?” she asked Amanda, wonderingly. “A beautiful woman like you?”

“No one ever told me that I was beautiful,” Amanda sobbed, as tears began racing down her cheeks. Both Samantha and Trish sat up.

“Get out of here!” Samantha exclaimed. “Surely Matt told you that…”

“No,” Amanda said. “He told me that I was lucky to get a man as good looking as him. He used to tell that I ‘could look pretty good, if I lost some weight.'”

“Jesus, what a dick!” Trish said, an angry expression clouding her face. “Fuck him!”

“Seriously,” added Samantha. “Some fucking men.” She paused. “Look, you’re very beautiful, you have nothing to apologize to anyone for, and your worth comes from you, not from the people around you. You’ve been hanging around the wrong fucking people.”

“Do you think so?” Amanda quavered.

“Absolutely, responded Trish.

“Yep,” said Samantha.

“You girls are so nice,” Amanda said, wiping at her cheeks. “I must look a mess…”

“Oh absolutely, you do…” Samantha quickly responded. Trish and Amanda stared at her.

“…and the only thing to do for it is a group bath.” Samantha smiled. “I guarantee you’ll forget about those cruel people…and we can teach you about orgasms.” Trish smiled, and a smile soon came to Amanda’s face, after seeing the sincerity in the two women’s faces.

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Parp…. Parp…. Parp…. The siren, or hooter, or whatever it was that was making that appalling racket was set to deafening and with each bleat of the siren the room lights flashed on. Jen rolled over, squinting at the bright light as she woke up. Blearily she looked around until, with a sickening thud, it all came back. This wasn’t a dream, this was real, very real, and, if she was going to survive, she would need to keep her wits about her. Wendy was smart, there was no doubt about that and, last night, she had shown a breathtaking ruthlessness along with a sick sense of humour. However, Jen wasn’t the sort to give up easily. She’d play along, she had very little choice at the moment, but she’d be looking for the outs, looking for the way to regain her freedom and get her revenge.

As soon as Jen sat up in bed and swung her feet to the ground the siren stopped and the lights ceased flashing. She glanced up at the CCTV camera; inevitably the red light was lit indicating that she was being watched. Apparently the siren was someone’s idea of an alarm clock. Vaguely she wondered whether it was Wendy, Fran or Juanita at the other end but speculation was pointless and she needed to get on; she couldn’t see the current regime being sympathetic to a lie-in. As she went over and sat on the toilet the whine of an electric motor coming from the CCTV camera as it turned to follow her made it obvious that privacy, along with freedom, was going to be in short supply for the foreseeable future. Even though she sat down gently the sharp twinges from her buttocks attested to the severity of the bruising from last night and she probed gently with a finger to confirm the damage to her sphincter. With only the small mirror above the basin she wasn’t going to be able to do a thorough investigation but, after all, there wasn’t much she could do about it anyway.

She washed her hands and was looking around for a towel when the door opened and Juanita appeared.

“Breakfast, this way,” she said curtly and was gone. Jen followed as quickly as she could, her stomach reminding her that she hadn’t eaten last night and she was ravenous. For a moment she thought about overpowering Juanita but she was astute enough to realise that Wendy would be expecting that and was bound to have some sort of contingency in place. It would be better to play along for the moment and wait for a better opportunity, a clearer chance of freedom.

A short distance down the hall they reached a kitchen area and Juanita motioned Jen over to a breakfast bar where Fran was already perched, sipping at a cup of coffee. Fran looked up and smiled but Jen took no comfort from the smile; it was the smile of a predator, a shark maybe, or a crocodile measuring its prey. Jen chose the stool farthest from Fran but even so she was uneasy; Fran radiated a quiet menace and Jen had no idea how far her licence ran. Was her attack last night a one off, a softening up before being presented to Wendy, or was it going to be the norm; was she going to be brutally abused again? Reinforcing Jen’s feeling of vulnerability was not just the difference in size and power, but the fact that Fran was clothed whereas Jen was naked, and that made Jen shiver and not just with cold. Shaking off these thoughts Jen looked around the breakfast bar to see what was available before helping herself to a cup of coffee from the percolator.

“Morning, ‘Nita, morning Fran.” The door burst open and a fourth woman entered the room. She was athletic looking, in her thirties, quite pretty, with a short cropped hairstyle. She wore a navy blue trouser suit which, whist having no insignia, had the look of a uniform.

“Hello, you must be Madam’s latest pet. Stand up.” The woman went over to Jen who, sensing that the ‘stand up’ was a command rather than a suggestion, slipped off her stool. The woman walked round Jen, inspecting her, running her fingers along the welts on Jen’s buttocks and cupping her breasts as if checking out a piece of meat before purchasing.

“I’m Sally,” the woman continued. “It looks like you’ve already met ‘Nita and Fran. Welcome to our happy crew. What’s your name?”

“Jen.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I’m sure Madam would have chosen something more appropriate. Let’s have a look.” Sally reached up and inspected the padlock holding Jen’s collar. “piglet, it says here. Now, let’s try again. What’s your name?”

“piglet,” Jen replied.

“That’s better. Keep remembering things like that and you’ll get on so much better, won’t she girls?”

Fran just stared and Juanita was too busy preparing breakfast to reply but that didn’t stop Sally.

“So where did Madam find a pretty little thing like you?” she continued. “Has she been trawling the bars again? Enticing you back here with tales of lezzie lust? Did she lure you into her web?”

“I work for Amalgamated. We met there,” Jen replied. She certainly wasn’t going to explain the whole blackmail story. She had no idea how the whole power structure worked round here. Sally had assumed some authority Mersin Eskort

over her, the way she told her to stand, the way she touched her without asking and now the way she was interrogating her all spoke of being in charge, but Jen didn’t know whether this was by right or by nature. She knew she should be scared of Fran, her buttocks attested to that, but should she be scared of Sally too, and what about Juanita? The whole set-up was so bizarre that she couldn’t make any assumptions.

“Oh, you’re the one from the office; well, you’ve caused me quite a bit of work over the past couple of days. I was up late last night moving furniture because of you; I broke a nail on that damn desk so I reckon you owe me one. How about it, girl? How about you pleasuring me to pay me back? Madam isn’t the only one round here who likes to play with the girls, you know; we’re all lezzies here, isn’t that right Fran?” Sally’s voice had developed and air of menace and Jen really didn’t know whether the suggestion that she ‘pleasure’ Sally was an order, a proposal or a joke.

“Leave her alone,” Fran growled, “and shut up, you talk too much.”

“Ok, ok. I was just having a little fun.” Sally pulled out a stool and sat down at the breakfast bar. Jen, grateful that Sally had finished, returned to her stool and resumed quietly sipping her coffee.

Juanita came over with three cooked breakfasts and the three women ate together in relative peace. Jen mulled over all the new information she had gleaned. As she had thought she wasn’t the first to be held here, Wendy was accustomed to ‘trawling the bars’, as Sally had put it, and Jen wondered what had happened to her predecessors. Had they been freed? Had Fran disposed of them in some dreadful way? Had they been coerced, enticed back with tales of ‘lezzie lust’, had they been willing or captured? More importantly Jen was beginning to get a feel for the structure. Sally had described it as ‘all lezzies here’ and it looked like Wendy’s revenge on her was not just business but personal as well. She wondered vaguely who, if anyone, was sleeping with whom but none of the combinations seemed to make sense. The slow taciturn Fran with her taste for violent anal rape didn’t seem to fit with the ebullient Sally and neither of them would fit with the quiet and withdrawn Juanita.

As for Jen, she’d never had a lesbian affair; for that matter she’d hadn’t had many affairs of any sort. She’d been far too busy at college and afterwards at Amalgamated to get seriously involved with anyone. Most men, no make that all men, bored her; they all seemed to have only one objective, to get inside her panties and they never gave her the respect she felt she deserved. As for women, well, she had no basic objections but it had never really come up before. All in all, to date, her greatest lover had been her rabbit vibrator.

“Time to get moving.” Sally looked at her watch. “You have forty five minutes to get ready; you’ll find everything you need in your room. Wait there, I’ll come and get you.”

Wiping her mouth on her napkin Sally got up and left. Jen, uncertain if she were about to break some unknown rule by leaving the table unaccompanied, looked for support from Fran and Juanita but they both ignored her and she was too uneasy to ask for advice so she got up and headed back to the room where she had slept. Someone, Jen guessed it had to be Sally, had delivered some things whilst she had been away. There, on the bed, was a neatly folded pile of clothes and, over by the sink, there was now a towel, some assorted makeup and a hairbrush. Jen unfolded the clothes; there was a short skirt in charcoal grey, a matching jacket, a white cotton blouse, a pair of hold-up stockings and a pair of high heeled court shoes. She ruffled through the pile again and again but there wasn’t much there and she certainly hadn’t missed anything. That confirmed it; there was neither bra nor panties anywhere in the pile.

Time was getting on and she hadn’t a watch so she couldn’t check but quite a bit of the forty five minutes must have gone already. She turned on the shower and went over to the basin and looked at the make-up whilst it warmed up. She was bemused by the fact that the range provided was identical to what would be found on her dressing table at home. When she checked the shower it was still cold, and, however she adjusted the knobs, it stayed that way; it looked like it was a cold shower or none at all and she definitely wasn’t going to go out unwashed. Shivering under the cold water she soaped her hair, hoping that this would help sort out the tangled mess that last night had left her with. The shower gel was also her own brand and, as quickly as she could, she washed herself down, desperate to get out of the shower as soon as possible.

While she was towelling herself dry she looked again at the make-up, the shower gel, the shampoo, even the toothpaste was the brand she used at home. Someone, she guessed Fran, had done their research very thoroughly and it was creepy to think just Mersin Escort Bayan how well she’d been investigated. How much more did Fran, and, by implication, Wendy know? Were any of her secrets safe?

She checked her appearance in the mirror; the shampoo and conditioner had done wonders for her hair but it was still wet. There was no hair dryer but Jen’s shoulder length style was just about short enough that she could get away with it and let it dry naturally. At least, towelled and brushed, it was neater, more presentable than it had been over breakfast.

Her ablutions finished, she went over to the bed and started to get dressed. She hated hold-up stockings; come to think of it she hated all types of stockings but, if that was what was provided, that was what she had to wear. Futile rebellion over trivia like stockings would get her nowhere; best to save up the anger for when she could use it. Then she unfolded the blouse and realised that the material was much, much thinner than it had looked; it was almost transparent. She put it on and went to the mirror over the sink and her heart fell. The blouse could just, at a pinch, be called decent. With a white bra underneath it would have been fine, if a trifle risqué for office wear, but, in her braless state, you didn’t have to look too hard to see the darker outline of her nipples through the thin cotton. However, as with the stockings, it would have to do; she really had no choice. The skirt turned out to be an improvement. She had wondered just how short it was going to be, whether it would be another assault on her modesty, but it ended up maybe four inches above the knee. The matching jacket was, like the rest of the clothes, very smart and a perfect fit but, when Jen looked, she realised that there were no pockets anywhere. She certainly wasn’t going to be concealing any weapons in it.

She went back to the mirror and, as far as possible, checked out the result. She had to admire what she had to assume to be Wendy’s style. At first sight she looked just like any other smart, presentable businesswoman in a charcoal grey suit and white blouse. It was only on the second look that the fact she was not wearing a bra became evident. As she twisted back and forth trying to get a better view, the collar around her neck glinted in the bright lights. Again there was this subtle blend of the obvious and the hidden. Had she been wearing a leather collar, for example, there would have been no way she could have worn it to work without attracting the wrong sort of attention, not just for her but for Wendy as well. The silver collar, on the other hand, was sufficiently like a choker to pass muster, at first sight, as ‘normal’ jewellery and it was only on the second glance that you saw what it was, and what it represented.

The door opened and Sally poked her head in. “Come on, slowcoach. You don’t want to keep Madam waiting. Trust me on this.”

Jen slipped on the shoes and followed. The shoes were, of course, a perfect fit, but the height of the heels was just enough to slow Jen down. She could wear these all day, she was going to have to, but she wouldn’t be running any marathons, that was for certain.

She followed Sally down the hallway and, as they approached a heavy looking door at the end, the light above it turned from red to green and there was a click as the hidden bolts withdrew. Wendy obviously took her security seriously. This was a door which would keep intruders out and, more relevantly, keep her in. She wondered what had triggered the locks. Although there were the usual CCTV cameras dotted around Jen couldn’t envisage Wendy paying anyone just to open and close the doors and it would be far too menial a job for a security expert like Fran. She surmised that there was probably some sort of sensor, something in Sally’s pocket perhaps, that opened the locks.

The door opened out into the garage and Sally led Jen across to Wendy’s Mercedes and motioned her to get in the back. Sally then slid gracefully into the front and, putting on a peaked cap she picked up off the passenger seat, started the car and drove it out into the morning sunshine. They had hardly arrived at the front of the house when Wendy appeared. Sally jumped out and opened the door for her letting Wendy into the car beside Jen.

“Good morning, piglet. Did you sleep well? I hope Juanita fixed you up a proper breakfast, it’s going to be quite a day today.”

“Good morning, Wend… Mistress,” Jen replied, correcting herself just in time.

“Tut, tut. Not a good start, we’ve hardly begun the day and you’re nearly forgetting how to address me already. We’ve got a big meeting today and your behaviour has to be perfect. I can’t afford any silly mistakes. Let me down on this and I’ll have to consider my options. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” As ever with Wendy, Jen was finding that the steel fist was not far beneath the velvet glove.

“That’s better.” Wendy reached inside her briefcase and brought out a file. “Now read this, I want you Mersin Escort word perfect by the time the meeting starts.”

Jen opened the file. It concerned Shanghai Allied Logistics, S.A.L. for short, and more particularly Mr Hong, the CEO. The first few pages were the normal sort of briefing, what the company was, what it did, where it did it, and so on but, as the report progressed it became more about Mr Hong, his rumoured connections with the Triads, the various power struggles within S.A.L. and how he’d risen to the top. The final section was very personal, describing his various tastes in detail, how he saw himself as a connoisseur, not just of fine food and wine, but also of the arts and of women. Jen was so engrossed she hardly noticed the journey and was still reading when the car pulled up at the front entrance to Amalgamated.

Quick as a flash Sally was out of the car and opening the door. Wendy got out of the car and Jen followed behind. As they progressed through the lobby every door was opened for them and there was a constant background of ‘good morning, Miss McCuskell’ from the various people they passed. Then it was straight into the executive lift to be whisked up to the fifteenth floor and the executive suite.

As they entered Wendy’s office Jen was amazed to see a desk, her desk, had been moved out of the general office area and into a corner, out of the way but in full view of Wendy. Noticing her surprise Wendy chuckled.

“Did you think I was going to leave you out there, out where you could get up to all sorts of mischief? That’s not how it works anymore; I want you right here, right where I can keep an eye on you. There’ll be no more plotting behind my back and, anyway, this will fit your new role so much better.”

“My new role, Mistress?” Jen enquired.

“Oh, yes. You’ll still be my assistant but your duties will be so much more personal from now on, you’ll be working with me very closely indeed. You’ll see soon enough. Now, you had better get on.”

Jen sat down at her desk and fired up her computer. Once she had logged on she opened her email; there at the top of the list was a message from Wendy called ‘Read This Now’. She opened it and read

Just to show that I don’t make empty threats I suggest that you check the ‘My Pictures’ folder on your PC. Note that any attempt to delete the contents will be monitored and result in severe punishment.

Jen opened the folder to find it was full of files, files that she was sure had not been there the day before. She opened one at random and was appalled. She was broad minded and took a live and let live attitude but anything that involved children, especially the perverted, degrading, disgusting….

“Oh my God…” she groaned as nausea welled inside her.

“Sick, aren’t they?” Wendy replied from across the room. “I’m sure you’d agree that anyone with filth like that on their computer deserves to be locked up for a very long time. I know that’s how the courts would see it. Now, maybe you need some time to reconsider your attitude towards me.”

“Please, please Mistress,” Jen was shaken to the core, “please, let me get rid of them.”

“Maybe if you came and asked me nicely.” Wendy’s voice had regained its edge of steel.

Jen got up from her desk and went over to Wendy. She wasn’t exactly sure what was wanted but she was beginning to understand the general idea. She fell to her knees and bowed her head.

“Please, Mistress, please may I delete those files. Please, Mistress, they’re so sick they make me feel ill just knowing that they’re there.”

“And why should I?”

“Please, Mistress, I’ll do anything, anything at all, anything you ask, just please let me delete those files.”

“Let me think… Umm…. No! And I’ll tell you why. I don’t trust you, I can’t trust you, why should I? You would stab me in the back at the first opportunity; you’ve already shown that with your pathetic attempt at blackmail. If you want those files gone then you’ll have to earn it; you’ll have to regain my trust, prove to me that you deserve it, prove to me that you’re worthy. As to ‘I’ll do anything at all’, yes, you will, willingly or not, and it’s only when you’ll do it willingly, when you do my bidding without any coercion, without the need for threats, that, maybe, we’ll reconsider. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jen felt as if she’d been kicked in the stomach, unbidden tears welled from her eyes. Up until now the whole thing had been some sort of dream but now, now that she could really see what she was up against, now that she could appreciate the strength of the cage around her, she knew she was beaten; anyone with the skills to put that filth on her computer would have the skills to frame her completely and she could see only too well that any jury would convict her in seconds. Part of her, a huge part of her, wanted just to run away but, even if she found a moment when she wasn’t being watched or confined, there was always what Wendy had said about Fran being a trained bounty hunter. If she ran and was found, and it looked likely that she would be, god knows what Wendy, with Fran’s assistance, would do to her. For a minute or two she just knelt there, rocked to the core, the unchecked tears running down her face.

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RECAP

Praveen is a starry-eyed young groom, dreaming of a fairytale life with his husband. But what happens when the fairytale has no happily ever after? Watch as Praveen deals with the disappointment of his broken dreams. A courageous story of a young boy’s struggle in the world that is against him… Can he survive and find true happiness? Destined hearts starts now.

Feel the passion…

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“That is you in the picture?” Antonio gasped, pointing shakily towards the magazine. He quickly rushed to Praveen, grabbing the magazine away from him. “B-but, how? When? Where?”

Praveen shook his head, frowning at the question his husband was asking. “That day when I was locked out in the room, I came out and found that you had already had the shoot. Mr. Lopez felt really bad that he decided to have the shoot. I couldn’t turn him down so…”

“But…”

“Oh, stop whining!” Granny chuckled, slapping his hand a bit. His eyes were still glued on that cover. “Praveen, dear, you looked really different.”

Praveen sighed, smiling at granny. “I know granny. That’s just another part of me that I haven’t seen for a really long time. Actually, I used to look like that before I started wearing glasses.”

Emilia was really surprised. She went to Praveen and looked at him. “I am so proud of you, Praveen. This is a really high fashion photo.”

“Thanks, mother.” He nodded. “I am really sorry that I didn’t tell you that about the shoot earlier.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” She rested her hand on his shoulder. “It’s a shame that my son didn’t get to shoot with you. I am proud of the both of you, son but most especially you because you’ve proved that you can do anything those models can do.”

Bruce on the other hand was standing there looking like a constipated monkey. He was burning, mad because of what he had seen. Praveen was his competition, he thought as he clenched his fists, looking straight at Praveen. He wanted to vent out! His body was about to start shaking in anger.

He moved his eyes to Antonio, seeing him looking at the cover like he wanted to rip it made him want to cry. He could tell by the way Antonio looked at that magazine that… anyway, he didn’t want to even think about it. Praveen had won against him and he needed to beat him.

Ethan chuckled when he saw the look in Bruce’s eyes and he had an idea. “You know, this is really nice considering that it was your first photo shoot. I would say that you’ve…” He eyed Bruce, giving an evil grin when he saw him frown. “…done a lot compared to some of these models, even Antonio’s photo isn’t that hot.”

They all laughed except for Antonio who was still staring at the magazine, Bruce who was burning in anger and Andrea who was still shocked by the news of Praveen’s photo shoot. The boy had guts and she knew it wasn’t gonna be easy to do something to him.

Antonio slowly opened the magazine and the first photo he saw inside made him feel really cold and weak. In that picture, Santiago was seated on a classy office chair with a big building behind him, dressed in a beautiful gray Designer’s suit with his shirt half way done and his jacket off but it was with Praveen who was holding it seductively in his hands.

Praveen was wearing a beautiful black designer’s skinny jean with a white shirt and yellow snickers and his hair tied in a braided ponytail. He looked like a true model, especially with his body language. He had his foot between Santiago’s parted legs and then leaned down in a position that made him closer to Santiago’s face. It was as if he was teasing him.

Antonio had seen such a pose before but there was something about the way Praveen and Santiago took it that made his blood boil. They had a smile on their faces with Praveen pulling the tie of Santiago, office romance.

Antonio couldn’t believe what he was seeing. For the first time since his marriage to Praveen, he felt really mad at seeing such a romantic photo of him with another man. It felt as if… he didn’t even know how to explain it. His heart was racing beyond miles.

He flipped through to the next page and he just got weaker. This time, Praveen was in front, pulling Santiago by his necktie with a really brilliant smile on his face, slightly looking behind at the handsome man behind him who had one of his hands around his waist. Shit! Antonio clenched his fists, going to the other side of the page.

This Ankara escort time Praveen was alone, dressed in a beautiful red designer’s shirt that was tucked in a beautiful white designer’s skinny jean that showed his gorgeous curves that almost looked feminine. He was standing in a place filled with flowers with the brightest smile Antonio had ever seen on him. His hair was being blown backwards, revealing his gorgeous face. It was almost as if Antonio had never seen him before. He couldn’t believe that was the same boy standing right next to him.

He slowly started passing his hands on that beautiful picture, a smile popping up his face but before he went far, he withdrew and then went to the next page. But he lost his cool when he saw Santiago holding Praveen as if he was about to fall, holding his waist tightly.

Praveen was holding on tightly to the man’s shirt, both of them looking into each other’s eyes. Antonio closed the magazine and looked at the boy that was talking to his granny, his mother and Celine. He looked really different, smiling at the people he was talking to and were congratulating him. He had no expression on his face because he felt a little mad.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?” Antonio heard a voice say to him.

He looked passed his shoulder, seeing his friend with a smile. He chose to ignore him and just looked at Praveen, getting lost in him. Both of their eyes met but Praveen decided to look away and talk to the people he was talking to.

Meanwhile, Bruce was still standing there feeling out of place. People in that fucking house hadn’t given him attention like that when his and Antonio’s magazine had come out a few hours back. They were acting as if Praveen was the first model to have ever appeared in a magazine.

“Fuck!” He said under his breath.

“This is absolutely amazing, Praveen.” Granny said with a smile on her face. “Now I can see that my two sons are celebrities.”

“No, granny.” Praveen shook his head, smiling brightly. “I only took this photo shoot because I felt like I had let the crew down. They had so much expected to see me in magazine and they felt bad when I explained what had happened. I didn’t do this because I wanted to be famous.”

“But you are.” Ethan said, coming closer to him with his eyes on the phone. “The people online are demanding answers as to who the model in the picture is.” He said, looking at Praveen with a bright smile on his face. “There are reporters right now at the modeling company and they demand answers right away.”

“What?” Andrea gasped, feeling extremely mad. “But that’s impossible. Praveen knows nothing about modeling and besides, there is nothing good about that photo shoot. I still think Antonio and Bruce’s is hot though.”

Everyone looked at Andrea in shock, wondering why she would say such a thing. She looked at them with her eyes moving from side to side, shrugging. “What? I am only saying the truth. All of you saw that Antonio and Bruce’s magazine has been the highest rated magazine of their history in the few hours it came out. That to me seems like good modeling.”

Ethan shook his head and then just chuckled softly. “You think so?”

He opened his palm, showing his phone to her. He was showing her the number of sales and views that had happened in just two hours after the release of the magazine. When her eyes landed on that phone, her mouth fail open as her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her heart instantly started pounding deep in her chest as anger and envy got the best of her.

“This is impossible?” She shook her head. “I am sure those views and sales are all fake.” She chuckled bitterly. “He’s the owner of that company and can do anything just to…”

“This is the official website, Andrea.” Ethan was a little pissed by the way she answered. “Not everyone is narrow minded like…”

“But it’s impossible to sell…”

“50,000 copies and 10 million views in 2 hours.” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “This is possible and it’s because when you’re good, you’re good.”

Andrea clenched her fists, looking away in anger. She could tell that Bruce was dying inside because of the way he was looking. There were a lot of things going on through his head. In his years as model, he had been getting more views. His pictures, magazines and commercials had been getting high sales than any other model in the industry but never had he reached such sales or views in just a few hours. Those usually took weeks for him to reach. He was so mad that an amateur like Praveen had dethroned him and that meant war.

Antonio on the other hand felt as if the entire world had just fallen on his shoulders. He was looking at Praveen non-stop, getting angrier and jealous at the same time. He had supposed to take that photo shoot with Praveen that particular day and not some guy that had his hands all over him.

His heart was racing his anger, his breaths coming out harshly. He couldn’t control himself at all. He knew that being there and listening to his Ankara escort bayan family members telling Praveen that he looked hot with another man made him really mad.

He knew he couldn’t be there. He just turned and started leaving but he didn’t even go far before he suddenly stopped and froze, his eyes widening. His mouth started shaking as his feet felt cold, his body reacting. Antonio was suddenly hit by strong emotions that pounded on him like heavy stones.

His body started vibrating in anger, his fists getting clenched. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing at all. The guy, the some guy that had taken photos Praveen with him was standing right in front of him with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a dark blue designer’s shirt, green trouser and brown shoes with a black blazer. His hair was well done and he looked handsome but Antonio didn’t care.

“Oh, hello.” Santiago greeted the man that was staring at him like he was a ghost. “I am sorry to come in like this.” He extended his hand to Antonio who just looked at it like it was made of thorns. “It’s really nice to finally meet you face to face, Antonio. I am such a fan.”

Antonio gave a half smile, slowly shaking the man’s hand. He didn’t even say a word but deep down inside, he was so mad that he wanted to kill the guy in front of him.

“Santiago!” Antonio heard Praveen’s voice behind him.

Praveen was really surprised when he saw Santiago right in his house. He somehow felt uneasy and uncomfortable because everyone was inside that house and he didn’t want things to go… anyway, just forget about it.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, moving slowly to him.

“I am so sorry.” Santiago apologized, looking at the boy with a smile on his face. “I couldn’t help but come to you because what you’ve just done is an achievement to my company. I had to come and see you myself. I just hope it’s not too much trouble, otherwise, I could…”

“No!” Granny said with a smile, coming closer with a smile on her face. “Please, come in dear. You’re most welcome.”

Santiago looked past Praveen and saw a beautiful elderly woman with a smile on her face. She reminded him of someone, his grandmother that he had lost a few years back. Seeing her, he couldn’t help but smile brightly.

“Thank you so much.” Santiago said as he quickly rushed to the woman, touching her feet. “Please, just give me your blessings. I have been missing this for a really long time, now. Please!”

Everyone was in shock with what they show. Santiago looked like one of those modern men that didn’t give a hoot about culture but what he did, pleading for blessings proved them all wrong.

“Bless you.” Granny touched his head with the brightest grin. “May you always be happy, son.”

He slowly got up, touching his head softly with a smile on his face. Granny cupped his cheeks, slowly rubbing them and right in front of everyone gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Fuck!” Okay that was it for Antonio. He didn’t like the guy one bit. First he had gotten a photo shoot with Praveen and now he was stealing his blessings? He was so pissed that he saw red. He was mad and he was having difficulties controlling himself.

“I am sorry for coming in like this.” Santiago apologized, putting his hands together. “I know this was your family moment but I couldn’t help myself. After all the achievements that my company has made in just a day, I had to come here to thank all of you, especially you, Praveen.” He turned and looked at him as if he was staring into his very soul. Praveen couldn’t help but blush. “Our magazine has had more views and sales than I had expected. I am now receiving calls from various firms and media houses asking me about the model that I took a photo shoot with.

They all want you as their model and they are offering all kinds of deals to me. The phones at the company are going crazy. There are reporters all over the company premises and they all just wanna know who this talented model really is.”

“But I already told you that…”

“I know Praveen.” He gave a sigh, nodding his head. “I won’t ever disclose your identity to them. But they shall have my head for this. What you’ve done is nothing that any model has ever done at my company. To be honest, I thought Antonio and Bruce appearing on the cover would yield more sales but that…” He chuckled happily, taking a deep breath. “…that was a shocker and I am glad I was in that picture with you. You’re like the greatest model ever.”

Bruce’s heart gave a sharp pinch, making his entire system feel as if it was poisoned. He clenched his fists harder, ready to snap but before he opened his mouth, he felt a hand grip his arm, stopping him from creating a mistake. He looked past his shoulder and saw Andrea staring at him, shaking her head in disagreement to what he was thinking of doing at that particular moment.

He breathed harshly, biting his bottom lip hard and swore that Praveen was gonna get it from him. He wasn’t gonna just let it go like that.

“Why Escort Ankara are you guys talking like that while standing?” Emilia asked, raising her eyebrow. “Son,” She smiled brightly at Santiago. “Why don’t you come to the living room where we can all talk and enjoy this time we have?”

“Sure!” Santiago nodded.

Emilia led him to the living room and made him sit down on the couch. The entire family went there with the exception of Antonio and Ethan. While Antonio was looking at the guy, hating on him, Ethan on the other hand had been watching Antonio’s reaction ever since Santiago had arrived.

“Why do you look like that, dude?” Ethan whispered, wondering what was going on in his friend’s mind.

Antonio sighed, his eyes still glued on the handsome man. “There’s something that I don’t like about him.” He groaned, clenching his fist.

“What?” Ethan teased, slightly hitting his shoulder. “Is it because he had a photo shoot with Praveen?”

“What?” Antonio looked at his friend, wide eyed. “Fuck, no!” His voice was filled with anger. “I had a photo shoot with the love of my life. What else can I ask for? I don’t care about who Praveen takes a photo shoot and if you think I am jealous then you’re wrong.”

With those words, he rushed to the living room and sat on the couch with his legs crossed, his eyes still on the guy. Ethan on the other hand shook his head, laughed and went into the living room. He had no idea if it was his craziness but he could tell Antonio was jealous.

“So son, what would you like to have?” Emilia asked, smiling brightly at him. “We have anything that you want.”

“Oh no!” He shook his head. “I don’t think that…”

“You cannot come to the Gonzalez house and leave just like that.” Granny shook her head. “I will have the maids make something for you.”

“No mother,” Praveen interrupted, getting up from the couch. “I will do it. After all, he is a my guest.”

“But Praveen…”

“No, granny.” He smiled brightly. “Santiago came to see me so it’s better I serve him. I will be back.”

He quickly left the living room into the kitchen to make something quick. He just took some flour, made dough and started making some cookies for his guest which he was sure he was gonna love. He was still making the cookies when he looked towards the entrance and found Antonio entering with his eyes everywhere.

Antonio slowly walked towards Praveen who was staring at him as if he had just seen a ghost. He looked away and continued what he was doing. Antonio wanted to talk to him, tell him to send the Santiago guy away but he didn’t know where to start. Plus, he didn’t want to talk to him but he also needed to get his attention somehow.

Antonio slowly walked towards Praveen, clearing his throat. Praveen just looked at him once and continued making his cookies. He wasn’t interested in what Antonio was trying to do or his trouble.

Praveen put the cookies in the oven and got some ice from the fridge, putting them in a bowl. He was trying to get some cups but almost bumped into Antonio who was standing right there without saying anything. They looked at each other awkwardly and looked away.

Antonio took an apple from the table and started eating it, leaning towards the table. He saw Praveen opening the fridge and then walked slowly to him. When Praveen closed the fridge to go back to the table, he just found himself staring into Antonio’s beautiful eyes and found himself drifting away.

Antonio was staring at him as if he was telling to just stand down and remain immobile and that was what he did. He felt as if something had him glued where he stood. He was holding in his hands but he felt really weak in his knees.

A shiver went down his spine to his brain, making his heart jump in his chest. His body felt hot and cold at the same time, making him feel as if he was standing in a really cold shower. Everything suddenly froze. It was just him and Antonio there.

Antonio on the other hand had no idea what was happening to him. Looking into Praveen’s eyes, his beautiful face and his sweet, pink lips got too much for him. Wait! Did he just say Praveen was beautiful? What was wrong with him, he thought as he tried to move away but he couldn’t do it.

For the first time ever, Antonio saw Praveen in a way he hadn’t seen him before. He was wearing glasses but he was breathtakingly gorgeous and his coolness, his quietness was something that he couldn’t understand. Sometimes Praveen was a little fierce but other times he was just quiet.

With all those questions in his mind, Antonio didn’t even realize how close he was getting to Praveen. His hands were slowly moving up to Praveen’s face, probably to cup his cheeks. His breaths were getting a little harsh and his body, his feelings were vibrating, getting out of hand with each passing second. He was getting lost in those…

“Antonio!”

A voice got the both of them out of their thoughts, bringing them to reality. Antonio almost jumped up from where he stood. He quickly stood right in front of Praveen staring at the person in front of him with wide eyes. It was Celine and she had a really beautiful smile on her face. She wasn’t even talking but Antonio knew she was teasing them.

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The Girls:

Paige- A bachelorette, looking to get the most out of her last weekend of freedom. She has black, wavy hair, down to the middle of her back; Bright green eyes, fair complexion. She is 5’5″, about 135lbs. Nice perky, B-cup tits. She’s wearing black stilettos, a short, red halter dress with a matching red, lace thong and no bra.

Leah- Paige’s work-b.f.f. and bridesmaid. She is the edgiest of the group, with straight, bright-red hair (shoulder length).She has brown eyes, tan skin(of Hispanic decent). She is 5’8″tall, about 125lbs. She is very toned with a firm, round ass and $10,000 perfect c-cups. Leah is wearing a very low-cut, backless, top; It’s a glittery, silver color paired with a skin-tight black leather mini skirt, silver 7 inch heels and absolutely nothing else.

Tasha- Paige’s friend from college and a bridesmaid. Mia is a sexy lawyer. Mia is half African American. She has light brown, curly hair and big brown eyes. She is an even 5 feet tall, and about 135lbs. She is mocha-brown and the most voluptuous. She has big, natural double ds and a big ass to match. She is wearing her little black dress that hugs every curve and barely covers her ass. Underneath she’s rocking a matching black strapless bra and satin boy-short panties.

Mia- Paige’s B.F.F. since high school Ankara escort and her maid of honor. Mia is a beautiful Italian women with long, brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. She is a model, working in Chicago. Mia is 5’11” tall, about 120lbs. She has a very thin and toned body with perky, A-cup tits, and a small round ass. She is wearing a sheer, white blouse, and designer blue mini skirt. She makes it even sexier by forgetting a bra, letting her dark pink nipples show thru.

*

I’m excited about this trip, Leah, I can’t wait until this plane lands!

Oh yeah, I know, same here. I have a feeling that we’re going to have the time of our lives.

Ha, yeah, at least the time of MY life, after this trip I am going to be Mrs. Paige Rodgers. So, no more trips to Chicago with my girls.

Later that afternoon…

Paige and Leah, we’re over here!

Hey! Mia and Tasha, oh my goodness I missed you too!

So, are you ready for the big weekend, or better yet the big day???

Yes, especially the big weekend!

The four girls enjoyed catching up with each other at dinner before heading out to some bars and night clubs. They partied and did body shots on each other…and a few lucky guys. They danced with each other, catching everyone’s attention as they grinded Ankara escort bayan up against one another. Leah rocked her hips and spanked Tasha as she bent over and bounced her ass. Paige held Mia at the hips as she grinded her ass against Paige’s pussy to the music. After the night clubs all closed they caught a cab to their hotel.

Wow, ladies did y’all know this suite has a private hot tub!

No. damn, and we didn’t pack bikinis.

Well I am not shy, Leah. I’m about to get in naked!

Yeah, me too, who cares, we’re all girls aren’t we?

Come on Leah, let’s just get in. They’re right.

Okay…

Mia, will u reach behind you and turn on the jets?

Yeah, good thinking Paige.

Ahh, this is nice… Leah, are you alright?

Yeah, sorry, I got to get away from this jet, it’s tickling my womanhood!

So, I like it. After all that fun at the bar my pussy needs some tickling!

I’m with you on that one girl!

The ladies all giggled and agreed that they wanted some stimulation. After the giggling stopped, it got very quiet. Then all of a sudden Tasha turned around on the hot tub bench and positioned her pussy right on the water jet. Paige, Mia, and Leah looked at her in disbelief, then looked at each other. Then they all followed Escort Ankara suit. The room was full of different moans of ecstasy as the vibrations from the water stimulated their clits. Then, Mia got some courage and reached over and began to play with Tasha’s erect nipple. Tasha looked at her and got up from the jet. Mia turned around and sat on the edge. Tasha began to eagerly lick and munch her sweet mound.

Ohhhhh Tasha! Yes!

Paige and Leah watched for several moments. Then Paige got up and went behind Tasha and started fingering her pussy from behind.

Mmm, there you go Paige! Now put another finger in my behind!

Hold on Paige, I got something you’ll like.

Leah leaves the tub and returns with a 10″ dildo. She gets behind Paige and and begins to massage her cunt. After a couple minutes she shoves her dildo up Paige’s dripping wet pussy from behind. All the girls begin to climax at the same time. When they come back down they decide to continue their orgy on the bed. Leah and Mia sixty nine as Paige fucks Tasha in the ass with Leah’s dildo. After several minutes they decide to switch it up. Paige and Leah scissor each other while they take turns licking and sucking each other’s tits. Mia plays with Tasha’s huge tits while Tasha pounds her pussy with the dildo. After about an hour they all pass out on each, Leah didn’t even bother pulling her dildo out of her pussy.

They spent the last two days partying, dancing and fucking each other’s brains out.

I guess I can say It was my trip of a lifetime!

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