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I never actually planned to do it.

Sure I had cyber sex and later phone sex with men. I cam hard, but I had no intention of actually doing it for real. Lately I’d even combined the phone sex with letting a guy see me on my cam. That was wicked hot.

I led on some guys and made them think I was serious. We’d cyber or have phone sex a few times, and I’d put them off, make excuses on why I couldn’t meet that particular day. They’d finally realize that I was a flake.

The truth was I was a straight thirty year-old Abercrombie type-guy who would ultimately stick to chicks.

However, the scenarios became dirtier, nastier, kinkier.

That meant basically a dominant guy calling me names and treating me like a bitch and cumming in my face—and the more verbal–the better.

Everything changed on a lazy Saturday in June.

We were in the middle of another Northern California heat wave and for about an hour I’d been looking at straight porn on the Internet. I’d been close many times but at the end I couldn’t seem to find anything good.

Seemingly every clip that was hot wouldn’t download, was too short, or was simply a letdown. I always like to cum to something extra hot.

I got an e-mail from a hot bi Asian guy. We’d had incredible instant messaging conversations but, again, I never planned to act out the crazy shit we’d talked about.

Still, the pictures he sent me were fucking hot. He was 5’8″, three inches shorter than me, but he had a great smile and built body. He wasn’t lieing when he said he had, “guns”—his arms were hot.

Even though we hadn’t talked in over a month he was the guy I thought about when I jacked off.

I tried not to answer him back.

I looked down at my rock hard hard-on and instant messaged him.

He immediately asked, “Do you still wanna meet?”

So there I was on my knees, sexually frustrated and with my big thick cock rock hard.

I wrote back, “Yes, if it’s today.”

“Fuck ya, bursa escort let me call my girlfriend and make some shit up.”

We worked out the details and two hours later I was waiting for him in a nearby park.

I paced back and forth, back and forth.

What the fuck am I doing? This is fucking crazy.

He was even better looking that his picture. He was 5’8″ or 5’9″ but built, with broad shoulders and a nice thick chest.

He wore a dark grey Henley, and blue jeans.

I had worn a nice long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It’s mostly with embroidery on it. To be honest it’s one of my date shirts.

We walked for a little bit and talked about how it was weird.

Things turned when we talked about appearances.

He hadn’t seen my face so when he told me I was “hot” my cock stirred.

As we walked I confessed to him that I had lied in our on-line chats. I hadn’t been with two guys. I’d been with zero.

He said, “Cool. Cool. Don’t worry about it.”

He leaned in close me and said. “Just looking at you as gets me hard, white boy. Let’s go to your place.”

We could walk to the park from my house so we did. I had trouble walking. I felt feint and a little like I was in a dream.

Once we got back to my place, a two-story condo, he came at me. He had is hands all over me.

My arms were pinned against his hot chest as grabbed my ass.

“You gonna be my little bitch?”

I was stunned, realizing that he took our on-line chats pretty literally.

He stopped and took a step back.

“You O.K. with this?”

“Um,” I said, “let’s start slow. I’ve never done this before. Remember.”

He reached down and felt that I was rock hard.

“Ya,” he smiled. “Fuck you. You want this.”

I felt his hot, hard chest and he put his hands back on my ass. It felt odd to look down, look down at a guy.

He backed away and pealed off his shirt.

I was speechless. I couldn’t keep my hands off bursa escort bayan his chest—he was ripped.

“You are so hot,” I said.

“I know.” He laughed.

My hands roamed all over his tight chest and his round shoulders. He touched my chest and his hands went back to my ass.

We went upstairs and he saw the mirrored closets that ran along one wall. He looked back at me and smiled.

He grabbed me and stood me by the mirror so that it was the left of both of us.

Watching in the mirror He pressed his hot chest against my back and ground his pelvis into my ass. I gasped. He slowly pealed down my pants, but left on my boxer briefs and put his hands up my shirt.

“Look how hard you are?” He laughed.

He grabbed my arm and shoulder and forced me to my knees. Banging hard on the carpet my knees stung.

He looked down at me on my knees, my pants at my ankles.

He said, “Time to suck cock, bitch.”

I was frozen—amazed at what was happening.

He slapped me, but not too hard.

“Come on, bitch. You wanna suck cock, don’t you, you fucking asshole.”

He slapped me again.

I was again rock hard.

I started to undo his belt and he laughed. “That’s right. A white guy fucked my girlfriend and now I’m gonna fuck your face, you fucking bitch.”

I looked up and he slapped me again.

Quickly, urgently he unzipped his jeans, tore down his pants and boxers and whipped out his beautiful, bronze cock.

All six, cut inches bounced in front of my face.

He was trimmed extremely close.

He began to slap me in the face with his cock.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

“That is fucking hot,” he said.

I spit on my hand several times and began to stroke his hot, rock hard cock.

“Oh, fuck no,” he said. “Fuck that.”

He slapped me hard. It stung. My face felt hot.

“You are gonna suck me, bitch.”

He slapped me again first with his hand, then with his escort bursa cock.

“Open. Open, wide bitch!”

I did

“Look at me, look at me when I take your pride.”

He made me keep eye contact as he stuck his fat, thick, salty cock into my mouth.

Every time I stopped for a moment he’d slap my face.

I began to suck on it, but it stuck in my mouth. I backed off of it and spit on it to get it fully lubed up.

He slapped me again. “Suck my fucking cock,” he said. “You know you want it. Look at how fucking hard you are. You want that Asian cock down your throat, don’t you. You want to be my bitch, don’t you?”

I nodded careful to be looking up at him. The slaps were hot but my face was now pink and sore.

He grabbed me by hair and chin and began to face fuck me. He pulled me back and forth across his cock.

Salivia and spit rolled down my chin.

He grunted and moaned and said things like, “Fuck ya,” “that’s so good,” “suck my fucking cock.”

Twice he nearly hit the back of my throat and made me gag. At which point he would slap me for pulling off his cock.

“Come on, bitch,” he said. “I need to finish.”

His thrusting became frantic, my hands on his hot ass, but he was careful not to go too deep.

He felt my broad shoulders and my upper back. I kept sucking cock while he told me I had a hot body.

“Ah yeah,” he said pulling out.

He began jerking his cock and unloaded stream after stream of hot cum on my face.

“Ya, fuck you,” said. “Fuck you, you stupid bitch.”

He finished shooting one last stream and slapped me with his cock.

I suddenly realized how sweaty I was and how rock hard I was. I began to jack myself off.

On the left side of my face, which had considerably less cum, he slapped me.

I moaned and kept jacking. He grabbed me by my hair and told me. “Ask me to come over again. Tell me you want to suck my cock again and again.”

In a soft voice I did.

He laughed at me and made me put my free hand on his ass while he rubbed his cum into my face.

I began cumming violently.

He smiled and said, “I’ll be back when I want. Be ready to for a call, bitch.”

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Anita had a plan to get Steve a job if he became redundant.

Steve was Louise’s husband and Anita’s neighbour.

Andrew had become involved with both Louise, a young housewife, and Anita an older woman, who was a friend of his wife, before she passed away.

Under threat of all the infidelity being disclosed to Steve, Andrew had gone along with all that Anita had wanted, including being tricked into sleeping with Louise’s mother.

The web of intrigue continued.

Anita arrived for coffee. Today she was conservatively dressed in a modest summer dress below the knee, and semi high mules.

“Good morning young man,” she said sarcastically to Andrew, as she kissed him, on arrival.

“Hi, take a seat,” replied Andrew, as he left her in the lounge to go and make coffee.

But Anita followed him into the kitchen, and watched him grind the beans and percolate the coffee.

“Me and Trish have come up with a plan to take that Martin down a peg or two, and possibly get Steve a job.”

Martin was the HR guy at Trish’s work who hires, and fires. He was also a part time bully, and full time bastard.”

Anita always had a gleam in her eye when she was planning her next devious trick. Andrew had found that out the hard way.

“Well let’s take the coffees into the lounge, and make ourselves comfortable,” Andrew said leading the way. Placing the mugs on the table, they both relaxed into the sofa.

“Well the aim of the plan is to achieve a body of photos, or videos, which will incriminate him, and be used to get what we want.”

“And how do you expect to do that?” smiled Andrew.

“Now there’s the thing. Trish got lucky. One lunch time she happened to walk into Martin’s office when he was on his laptop. She caught a reflection of the screen from the glass partition in the office. Just for a few seconds, but she recognised the web page. It was a swingers site. She knew it because she’s used it in the past herself.”

Andrew just said, “Wow, so what next?”

Anita continued, “It didn’t take long to search, and find his, or their profile. He and his PA are on there as ‘Longandshort.’ Male, 46, Female, 21, lookng for other couples, single men for nsa sex. They have had the profile for six months.”

“So what are you proposing,” asked Andrew.

“So here’s the plan. Trish is setting up a false couples profile that might appeal to Martin and his PA. Hopefully they will want to meet, and a hotel room will be set up with hidden cameras. So what do you think?”

“On the face of it, it sounds good. But who is the couple?” Andrew looked puzzled.

“C’mon Andrew, get with it. You! And, of course, Stephanie.”

Andrew’s face was a picture. “Anita, you devious cow.”

Anita laughed loudly, “Oh Andrew, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Now there’s one thing we have to get done. Trish’s proposed profile needs some photos. I’ve discussed this with Stephanie, and I’ve got her coming here in the next half an hour to get some taken.”

Andrew pulled yet another face. “I’m not showing my face,” he said emphatically.

“No, of course not. I will only take a few body shots, that’s all we need to give the impression the profile is for real.”

“Hmmmmm,” he muttered as the front door bell rang.

“That will be Stephanie, I expect.”

Anita remained on the sofa, as Andrew answered the front door. She heard him welcome Stephanie with a kiss, and quickly saying, “Are you ok with all this?”

Stephanie replied, “Well Anita is pretty persuasive.” Meaning she had been given little choice.

Anita stood up, and welcomed her with a kiss, and while Andrew made another coffee, she filled in some more detail about the plan.

“When Trish has completed the profile with some photos, hopefully Martin will take the bait and a conversation will follow. When he’s sufficiently interested, she will set up the meeting with bursa escort you two, Martin and his PA, who I think is called Lyn”.

She continued, “I have a ‘friend’ who is a surveillance technician, and he will set up the hotel room. Then it’s down to you two”.

Stephanie looked a bit white faced, and was silent. She was being asked to have sex with a stranger yet again.

Andrew decided to throw in some words of reassurance. “Hopefully at the end of this Steve will have a more secure job”.

“Ok”, said Anita, “When you’ve both finished your coffees. Is it alright to use your bedroom Andrew?”

“It’s a bit of a mess, actually. We’d best use the spare room”.

Andrew led the way, with Stephanie following nervously, and then Anita with a small compact camera.

The spare room was a guests room with a large, double bed. They all shuffled in, and Anita started by saying, “This is all purely mechanical. I want a couple of body shots of each of you separately, then a couple of you together. There’s no embarrassment, just take your clothes off, it will only take fifteen or twenty minutes. I’ll do Andrew first”.

Andrew realised that Stephanie was terribly embarassed, despite what Anita had said. He squeezed her arm and said, “C’mon, this won’t take long,” as he stripped off.

He stood by the window to get the best lighting. His cock hung down, meek and mild, as Anita had said, it was purely mechanical.

It seemed to embolden Staphanie, she undressed on the other side of the bed, while Anita took three or four shots of Andrew’s lower half.

They then swapped places, awkwardly brushing past each other.

Anita took rather more shots of Stephanie, both of her boobs, and lower half, and then some more of her spread on the bed.

Andrew tried not to stare. He remembered her body from the pool party, and how it had responded to him.

Anita’s next instruction snapped him out of his daydream.

“Now some of you both, please. I want you to stand in front of the window, face to face, with Stephanie’s arms around your neck, and Andrew’s round your waist, bodies close together.”

The two of them did as they were told, Stephanie’s breasts up against Andrew’s chest, and his tummy and cock pressed against her.

A couple of shots from different angles brought approval from Anita.

“Now can you both get on the bed, just a couple more, and then we’re done.”

Andrew looked at Stephanie as they moved apart, and raised his eyebrows, as if to say, ‘I hope so.’

Stephanie lay on the bed on her back, her legs slightly parted, and her breasts showing that her nipples had hardened.

Andrew joined her, and following Anita’s instructions lay almost on top of her, his right leg across her thighs, and his chest pressed against her boobs.

Anita’s directions were being fussy now, and Andrew’s face was close up to Stephanie’s. He whispered to her, “I’m sorry about all this.”

“Don’t be, it’s nice to see you again,” she whispered back.

It was like a light had been turned on. He felt himself hardening. His cock had been well behaved up until that point, but Stephanie knew what was happening too, although it was out of sight to Anita.

As one, they kissed, and as Anita took one more shot, she suddenly saw what was happening to Andrew’s body. She could see his cock stiffening by the second.

“Oh my god, you two are like rabbits. Ok I’m going downstairs. When you’re done I’ll be waiting.” And chuckling she left the bedroom.

Stephanie and Andrew couldn’t have cared less. Almost before Anita had got through the door, Andrew was inside her, and her legs were gripping him tightly. They did indeed begin to fuck like rabbits, the bed shaking, and Stephanie running her nails down Andrew’s back.

It didn’t last long. They were both ready to express themselves, and as Andrew started to empty himself inside bursa escort bayan her, Stephanie came herself.

The whole episode had lasted less than ten minutes, and almost shamed facedly they got dressed, and joined Anita back downstairs.

“Sorry about that,” Andrew said. Stephanie was blushing slightly.

“Oh don’t fret about that, I got some great shots to finish the session”. She was holding up the camera and on the review screen was a photo of them fucking.

“Don’t worry there are no faces shown, and the ones we use for this profile will be totally anonymous”.

Both Andrew and Stephanie were now quiet. The dye had been cast. They were now part of the ‘honeytrap.’

The photos were duly posted on the profile, and ‘ maturecouplemids’ went live.

Trish went online every couple of hours for the next few days. Lots of messages came in, but not from ‘longandshort,’ so, finally, she sent a ‘wink.’

That did the trick. A couple of hours later Martin messaged.

Slightly flirty at first, he said that he and his young ‘girlfriend’ were looking for a mature couple to have regular fun with. His girlfriend Lyn liked older men.

Trish took the conversation up a notch or two, and sent some of the ‘fucking’ photos, which really confirmed Martin’s wish to meet. She suggested a couple of possibilities, and he promised to get back with a date, when he’d spoken to Lyn. He added that she thought the idea of sharing an older man was hugely arousing.

By the following weekend two family hotel rooms were booked for the Tuesday. Family rooms had a double bed, and a second double sofa bed. One of the rooms was needed for the ‘technician,’ the other for the meeting.

Tuesday arrived, and Anita’s technician got into Room 37 at 4.00pm. He set up two cameras, one was in a light fitting above and to one side of the two beds. The other in a hair dryer that was placed on a shelf. They were connected ‘wirelessly’ to a laptop in Room 39, next door. When tested one gave an overhead view of the two beds, the other a lower view of both.

Andrew met Stephanie in the hotel car park at 7pm, ready for the meeting at 7.30pm.

Stephanie was dressed in a tight fitting, low cut, red dress, with red high heeled shoes. Although Andrew didn’t say it, he thought she looked very ‘tarty,’ but, inwardly, he knew they were there to do a job.

The technician had handed the key cards to Andrew as he entered, and after a few words Andrew and Stephanie found a corner table in the bar. They were both incredibly nervous.

As 7.30pm approached Martin and Lyn arrived in the bar. Andrew stood up, and with a “Hi there,” and a hand shake, he greeted Martin. Martin bent over, and kissed Stephanie on the cheek, while Andrew towered over Lyn, and did the same.

Martin was dark haired, brown eyed, about six feet tall, and slimly built.

Lyn was very petite, just under five feet, blonde hair in a bob, blue eyes, small boobs, but shapely thighs, and a pert ass. Dressed in a leather miniskirt, and tight, white t-shirt, she looked sexy, but almost innocent.

After they’d all got drinks there was lots of small talk, some gentle banter, but always with the hidden undercurrent of what was to come.

Finally, after about forty minutes Andrew said, “I’ve got Room 37 booked, are we going to use it?”

Martin looked across at Lyn, and asked, “You ok with this, Lyn?”

“Yes, I’m cool,” she replied.

Andrew wanted to make sure everyone was happy.

“Are we all going up together? Or shall we go in twos?”

Totally unexpected came Lyn’s response. “Let me go up first with Andrew, you follow in a while.”

And that’s how the evening began.

Fast forward to Wednesday morning.

Anita, Andrew and Trish were at Anita’s, seated in front of her I-Mac. Trish had taken the day off work. All of them were desperate to see the downloaded escort bursa file, although Andrew was preparing to be embarrassed. There was an air of anticipation.

The screen showed the empty Room 37 with both double beds.

“Don’t blink ladies, it all starts very quickly,” laughed Andrew. And with that, Lyn entered the room, followed by Andrew.

The screen showed her reaching right up, almost pulling herself up by his shoulders, to kiss him. Then, suddenly, she stepped back, and started stripping off her clothes. In a flash, she was on her knees, unzipping his trousers, almost rushing to free his cock.

As she took him in her mouth, Andrew was taking off his shirt.

His cock grew, and she took as much of it as she could. As her head moved back and forth, Martin and Stephanie appeared on screen.

They too, began to kiss, and it showed Martin sliding down the zip at the back of her dress. Unclipping her bra, his head lowered, sucking her nipples in turn. As he lowered her backwards onto the bed, he slid her panties down, spreading her legs, and thrusting his face into her pussy. At the same time he was extricating himself from his trousers, shirt and boxers.

Lyn had pulled Andrew to the sofa bed, and she had made him lay on his back. His cock was erect, and it looked almost too big for someone as diminutive as Lyn.

Trish was playing with the keyboard, zooming the screen in and out, when suddenly the sound from the download blasted out.

You could hear Lyn groaning out, “God Andew you’re so big,” as you could see her slowly pushing her pussy onto his cock.

You could also hear Stephanie moaning loudly, as Martin was eating her pussy.

“Fuck, I didn’t realise there was sound as well,” Andrew said with surprise.

“The quality isn’t great,” said Trish, just as Stephanie started to cum.

You could make out her eyes closed, as Martin pulled his body on top of her, and plunged his cock inside her. As he began to thrust, Lyn was reaching her orgasm. She was shaking so much that she looked like a tiny rag doll being tossed about by Andrew, the much bigger man.

The screen was so full of action, the room so full of sexual sounds.

As Stephanie was being fucked, Lyn crawled onto her bed, and between her quickening breaths, kissed her, and held that kiss. There was no attempt by Stephanie to resist, but then you could see Andrew licking Lyn’s pussy from behind.

When the kiss ended, Lyn forced Andrew onto his back again. She spread her legs, and sat on his face. Leaning forward, she took his cock into her mouth once again.

Side by side, they were at it, Martin fucking Stephanie, Lyn doing a 69 with Andrew.

Andrew was fidgeting, and feeling self conscious. “Folks please don’t treat this next bit too seriously.”

“That’s sounds a bit strange,” said Trish. Anita was intrigued.

It was obvious that Lyn’s oral technique was having an effect. Both Trish, and Anita knew that from personal experience.

But then came the surprise. As Martin was thrusting in and out of Stephanie, he leaned over towards Lyn. She obviously knew Andrew was close to cumming, but moved her head aside. Andrew was still eating Lyn’s very wet pussy. Oblivious to what was happening, and close to his orgasm, he didn’t register Martin taking him into his mouth.

Trish groaned, “Oh my god Andrew.”

“I didn’t know, I didn’t realise.”

Both women watched, fascinated. You could see Andrew’s legs tense, and you could see Martin swallowing his spunk.

Lyn lifted herself up, so that Andrew could look down, and he saw his cock slipping out of Martin’s mouth.

“That’s a first,” Anita giggled. “For future reference, Andrew is now officially bi.

Andrew grimaced, and attention returned to the screen.

On the video Andrew was slightly shocked, as he watched Stephanie cum. As she cried out, Martin withdrew his cock, and Lyn lowered her head, and took the jet of spunk over her face.

Trish stopped the download, “Well, I think we have more than enough evidence there.”

Anita added, “I shall enjoy editing it.”

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“Jade?”

There it was again! I looked up only to find Her staring straight at me. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. As it happened I didn’t need to. Now that She had my attention She didn’t need a reply.

“Could you hand me that riding crop, please?”

Shit! What? No! This didn’t happen. I wasn’t meant to be a part of this. I wanted to scream, “I’m only here to watch!” Despite this, I found myself slowly reaching out and picking it up. The crop felt alien in my hands; I had never handled anything like it before. I crossed the room and handed it to Her … it would have been impolite not to … right? I walked back to my chair, only too aware of the deafening sound of my heart beating in my ears.

She used the crop on Zoe’s arse, flicking it almost casually over her pale skin. Each bite of the crop seemed only to increase the flow from Zoe’s cunt. Abruptly, She stopped, pulling Zoe’s mouth from Her clit. Standing, She moved Zoe to the back of the couch, pushed her over it and kicked her feet wide apart.

“Don’t move!”

Then She left the room, idly tossing the riding crop onto the table next to where I was sitting. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. What was wrong with me? All I had done was hand it to Her! You’d think the damned thing was going to leap up and bite me the way I was acting!

Slowly I pulled my eyes away from the crop only to have them fall on Zoe, face first over the couch, her pert red arse just begging to be fucked.

Before my imagination could go any further She walked back in wearing a large, black strap-on and carrying a big, thick whip.

The sight of this whip made me tremble … what with? Nerves? Anticipation?

She walked straight over to Zoe and I was shocked to hear Zoe moan with delight. She whipped her slave over and over again whilst she squirmed and humped at the air. Zoe was loving every lash, even as the pools of mascara and tears slid down her face.

She threw down the whip and swung Her hand up hard between Zoe’s legs, slapping her soaking wet pussy so hard she screamed as she came so fiercely that she shook from head to toe. She waited no further and thrust the dildo into Zoe’s ass whilst her body still jerked and convulsed.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. My own clit was begging for some attention, begging to be allowed to join in. God what was I thinking? This was not something I had ever thought about before, and yet there I was watching the horniest sex and all I could think is that I wish it were me getting whipped and fucked.

I couldn’t take it anymore and got up to run. Run home, only to endlessly masturbate and replay the images over and over in my mind.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

Shit, where had the week gone? There I was lying in bed with a clit three times the size it should be. Well I knew what I would do, I would just phone them and apologise (regretfully) that I would no longer be coming to their house. No longer watching their lives. No longer seeing the full extent of their kinkiness.

NO! I need to stop that thinking. I needed to get up and phone them before my fickle self tried to stop me. I pulled on a pair of shorts and my favourite basketball vest and headed downstairs to make the call. Just as I lifted the phone there was a knock at the door.

I got a shock when I opened the door and there stood Zoe. Looking confused? Or was it concern? Was she truly worried about me?

“Jade, I have been trying to ring you all week! What’s wrong? Are you ok? Why did you leave like that? Are you mad at us?” she blurted out.

“Slow down, Zoe. I’m fine. I just remembered this … um … thing I had to do”.

“A thing??” Zoe repeated, raising one eyebrow in that all too knowing way that she has.

How had I never noticed the gold flecks in her large brown eyes before?

“Ok, so why didn’t you answer the phone?” she asked.

“Zoe, let it go, please” I implored, “there’s nothing wrong, it’s just personal.”

I moved backwards away from her but she just stepped forward, invading my personal space, forcing me to look at her, to smell that damned perfume she always wears, and the soft delicious smell of the lavender and jasmine shampoo that She always bought for her.

Crap. I’m hopeless!

“Jade Jones.”

That’s what she calls me when she’s being serious.

“You are in big trouble!”

God, didn’t I just know it.

“You know all my personal stuff” and she made quote marks in the air with her fingers. “So you can just spill! Besides, I thought we were friends,” and she took one step closer to me.

Shit, shit, shit.

“We are friends,” I reassured, “I’m just not ready to talk yet. Please don’t push me.”

She paused, and I found myself holding my breath.

“‘K,” she grinned, “but you’ll come out for dinner tonight.”

Before I could even begin to think of an excuse she grabbed me into a big hug. Oh god, that woman felt good. I hugged her back resisting the temptation to nuzzle my lips into her neck, and before I knew it, she was out of my embrace and saying, “Cool, we’ll pick you up at 8.” Then she was gone, leaving bursa escort behind her intoxicating scent to torment me a bit longer.

Shit, Jade, how did you let this happen?!

I’ve asked myself this question all week. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, much less been with one. So what makes Them so special?

I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Yeah, that would help … a nice cold shower. But then I remembered something, and returning to my bedroom I found what I was looking for: a bottle of that shampoo, lavender and jasmine. Needless to say, I took a very long shower.

Oh shit! What to wear? I think I tried on about twenty different outfits. Had I ever been that flustered and indecisive about a date before? Wait! Get a grip! It wasn’t a date!

I finally settled on my favourite jeans, a white linen shirt and a pinstripe blazer.

When the bell rang, my heart quickened. Jeeze, this is a mistake. Walking to the door I told myself, “You go out with them all the time, Jade, just get a bloody grip!”

“What?” She said.

“Nothing,” I replied, as I felt myself blush. “I was just talking to myself.”

She glanced down and asked, “Did you tell yourself to put shoes on, or do I need to carry you to the car?”

I blushed furiously, and in my embarrassment I fumbled with my laces.

“Here, let me help,” She said, kneeling at my feet.

Oh my god. My heart went into overdrive. Calm yourself, Jade. Standing up, She opened the door for me and we headed towards the car.

Sitting in the restaurant, I felt more relaxed as I was on my third glass of champagne. We were discussing the meaning of names, and Zoe was telling me that Jade is a type of precious stone that is revered by the Chinese. Ok, so I already knew that, but what she says next shocked me.

“One definition of Jade is slut.”

I nearly choked on my champagne, and She gave me an all too knowing smirk. Then Zoe gasped, her eyes widened, and her pupils dilated. Our eyes made contact, and I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t even if I wanted. I was consumed by the absolute lust in her eyes.

“Tell me. How does that feel, Zoe?” She asked.

“Delicious.”

The waiter approached the table with our meals, and I could only presume that because Zoe didn’t move that She was still fingering her. Zoe’s eyes remained locked on mine, then I became aware She was talking.

“These two beautiful ladies would like some more champagne. Right, darling?”

“Please,” Zoe managed to say, then quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom before dessert. I am certain that it was to clean herself up as She had been using her throughout the meal. She licked Her fingers, and for the first time I found myself wondering what she must taste like. Jesus, Jade, what is going on with you?

“What does it taste like?” I found myself asking. Whoa, where did that come from?!

“The escargot?” She queried. “Didn’t you have some?”

“I didn’t mean the food,” I replied, blushing.

She chuckled, a throaty sound that made me quiver.

“Have you never tasted your own?” She asked.

“Um … well … yes. But I was …”

“Oh, you were specifically asking what Zoe tastes like.” It wasn’t a question. She already knew what I meant. Fortunately, I didn’t have to answer as Zoe returned, and I hastily drained another glass of champagne.

She drove one of those big old American cars, so on the ride home Zoe insisted that I sit in the front with them. She insisted that Zoe take her dress off. Well, the bottle of champagne was already enough to make my head spin, but the smell of her already warmed cunt combined with her perfume was enough to make my clit swell until it felt like squeezing a tennis ball between my thighs!

She had Zoe spread her legs as wide as she could and slide down in the seat, tilting her pelvis up so that She (and I, though I tried hard not to stare) could see everything as She told Zoe to finger herself. Very clearly, without rushing, She talked Zoe through a lewd but calculated finger fuck.

“That’s it, baby. Show me what you’ll do for me. Show your mistress what a horny little slut you are.” As She said the word slut, it resonated in my clit. Was She saying these words on purpose, perhaps talking to me? After all, had Zoe not told me that my name means slut? All I wanted to do was take my clothes off and join in with Zoe, let Her voice lift me into the heights of bliss that Zoe was experiencing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, fascinated by her fingers. I wanted to fall to the floor and bury my face in her pussy as she cried out her mistress’ name.

And then I realised they were quiet, and the engine was stopped. We were at my apartment, Zoe was relaxed in Her lap, and my hand was down my pants. Fuck!!

I pulled my hand out, mumbling something totally incoherent about too much champagne and then jumped out the car, then practically ran up the path to my house. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Jade, wait!” I stopped in spite of myself (this is the power that She has over me). “We want to be sure you get in safely.”

“I’m bursa escort bayan fine,” I said, making a lavish gesture with my hands, tossing my keys straight into the hedge. Fuck!

She scrambled in the hedge and returned my keys to my hand but didn’t let go.

“We’d also like to invite you to stay with us tonight.”

And just like that, I was back in the car with them. It was like a giant magnet was pulling me. I had no control over it. Was I already giving Her all the control?

She opened the car door for me as She always had, but this time She was holding my hand as I got in.

Zoe had put her dress back on and was smiling at me reassuringly. We didn’t talk in the short ride from mine to theirs, but Zoe held my hand, occasionally squeezing it for reassurance.

Inside the hall, Zoe removed her dress again and knelt as her mistress buckled the black, leather collar around her neck. I looked at her, not knowing what to do, but she gave me a grin that assured me I was ok. She turned towards me and although I didn’t even know if I wanted to, I started to kneel. She chuckled and, grabbing my hands, pulled me to my feet. Her face grew soft but serious as She tenderly brushed my face with Her knuckles.

“Anything that happens tonight will be strictly up to you, Jade. Zoe and I have discussed and agreed that there is a place for you in our lives that cries out for further exploration. This is not something we have ever considered with anyone else. We trust no other in the things we do … except you. We have been discussing it for some time but you have never given us any indication that our way of things would appeal to you … until now.” She grinned at me, and I felt myself start to melt, but before I could respond She continued.

“Still, we want you to feel comfortable, so tonight we will do what comes naturally to us, and you may join in if you want.”

Then She kissed me softly on the lips, and I glanced nervously at Zoe as my heart started to race, but she was smiling … proudly.

“Wha–?”

I began to ask a question, but She silenced me by kissing me once again, then said, “For tonight, let’s just enjoy finding out what we can about you.”

I smiled a little, sighed raggedly, and blushed profusely. She kissed me once again, and I felt my clit jerk in response. I wanted to wrap my arms around Her, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to touch.

She turned to Zoe and said, “Why don’t you two go upstairs and get comfortable? I’ll give you some time to relax a little and then I’ll bring up some more champagne. Alright, darling?”

“Yes, my love.” Zoe smiled, stood, and taking my hand led me up the stairs, telling me how happy she was that this was finally happening.

Oh my god. I think I might faint!

I took a deep breath. I’ve been in their bedroom before. Of course, I’d never been in it whilst a naked, delicious smelling Zoe was taking off my blazer. I started to shiver with anticipation as she stripped me of my shirt. Her nipples were so hard against me, and her skin was cooler than mine. Well, that made sense, she’d been naked longer.

Wait, when did she take my jeans off? Shit, did I put my good underwear on? Get a bloody grip, Jade, you want this!

I felt Zoe’s hands on my hips and slowly, oh so very slowly she eased my underwear down until I was naked in front of her. Zoe led me to the bed and sat me down. She pushed me back on the bed, then ran a lazy trail with her tongue up my body. I gasped as her mouth found my nipple and she gently rolled her tongue round it, teasing it. Zoe then lay on top of me. I felt all of her, her soft skin, her full round breasts, her sweet lips, her warm, wet tongue in my mouth and her hot, wet cunt on my thigh.

I found myself pushing my body up to her, wanting her, aching for her touch. Zoe’s body slid to one side, so she was still on top, pressed against me, but her full weight was no longer on me. Her fingers began to wander their way down my body, gently stroking and teasing me. I held my breath in anticipation as they crept lower and lower. Then her finger was on my clit. I let out a deep moan as she began to circle it in a steady firm rhythm. I thrust my pelvis up to meet her, and my orgasm ripped through me.

I heard the tinkle of the champagne flutes but not Her footsteps as She entered the room. I opened my eyes from the bliss I had been experiencing and gazed at Her magnificent, lean body. She had undressed already — she is so beautiful.

Again, I was struck with all the times I had seen that amazing body in the same state of undress, and yet that time … that time as She approached Her slave, I was underneath her. That time as She reached out Her hand it could just as easily have brushed my tingling skin. It didn’t and I cannot begin to describe the disappointment I felt as She trailed her fingers down Zoe’s spine. Zoe lifted her head from my shoulder, and her eyes and mouth widened in pleasure. Then her body was moving against mine in tiny up and down thrusts, and I realised that She was fucking Zoe with her fingers. Zoe’s eyes, filled with greedy lust, escort bursa were locked with mine.

“Jade?” She was talking to me, but I couldn’t draw my eyes away from Zoe’s quivering, panting, pre-orgasmic face.

“Let’s do this together, shall we?”

“Yes!” Oh my god, yes. What other answer could I give?

Oh god, oh god … filled with trepidation, I released my grip on the sheets with my right hand and slowly slid it, palm up, between my body and Zoe’s. I found her engorged clit with ease and began to slowly circle it with my trembling fingers.

Zoe’s breathing intensified.

“Mistress? Please!”

“Yes, Zoe, you may cum. Cum for me. Cum for Jade.”

Fuck, how she came. I felt her whole body stiffen and then tremble on top of me as she screamed and moaned into my neck. She bucked against both my fingers and Hers. As Zoe ground her pussy onto my fingers it forced the knuckles of my upturned hand onto my own soaking wet sex. When I started to cum, I spread my legs as wide as I could and lifted my knees, making Zoe’s weight settle more solidly on my hand, bringing on my second orgasm of the night, an orgasm so strong I couldn’t silence it, and I came calling out Her name. I moaned loudly, and Zoe answered with her own primal lust.

I felt the wet spot beneath me from the flood of pussy juices. It was Zoe — it was me — it was us! That thought alone made my heart leap and my clit thrum. I could get used to this!

I felt Zoe’s weight shift from on top of me and, opening my eyes, I realised that She was lifting Zoe onto her hands and knees. Looking at Her, I saw she was wearing the very same black strap-on from that fateful day.

Shit!

Pulling Zoe’s head back by her hair, She said, “Does my little slut (my heart leapt again at the use of that word) want to kiss Jade?”

“Yes! Yes, Mistress!”

“Good, because I very much want to see your hungry mouth on Jade’s lovely lips.” With that, She released Zoe’s hair.

Leaning forward and panting heavily, Zoe asked me, “May I kiss you?”

Fuck, yeah! I nodded my head without voicing what was screaming in my head.

As Zoe’s lips found mine, She pushed that hard black strap-on into her sweet wet cunt, and Zoe moaned into my mouth. I imagined that She was taking me; I could almost feel the cold smoothness of that large dildo sliding into me … almost!

That night, with very little sadism, She fucked her beautiful Zoe and, through her, me. She mounted her from behind whilst she was still atop me, and I kissed and caressed every bit of skin that I could reach. I so desperately wanted to touch Her, but I was afraid. Not sure how to. I know that doesn’t really make sense, but Her dominance was so complete, and I was so unsure of the rules. How do I reach out and wilfully touch a dom? Do I need permission? How do I get permission? For the time being, I was content to enjoy Her through Zoe.

Suddenly She pulled Zoe to stand at the edge of the bed, but kept her bending over so that Zoe’s head was level with my dripping, needy pussy.

“Does Jade want my little slut to lick her out?”

Will I ever be able to hear that word again without it making my clit jump to life?

“Oh god yes,” I managed to breathe out.

Chuckling, She pushed so hard into Zoe that her face was forced into my soaking wet sex. I have no adequate words to describe the way her soft face and her tender lips felt when they touched my clit. Zoe’s mouth worked on my pussy, and I felt myself twining my fingers through her hair and raising my pelvis up to meet her face. Holding her head in place I writhed on her tongue like an animal, frantically bucking up to her whilst forcing her head down on my hungry cunt. In what seemed like seconds, like a string of firecrackers, we each exploded. She was still fucking Zoe, who answered with her own orgasm while she moaned loudly into my pussy. It was all too much! The sweet tongue on my clit, the sweat from Her body, the moaning, the gasping, the lingering champagne buzz … my orgasm ripped through me like a steam train. I was loud! Boy, was I loud, and I was loving every second of this amazing new way.

This was ME. This was what I wanted. All I could think as I softly drifted back to earth was, when? When would I feel this amazing again?

I received my answer sometime during the night when Zoe woke me with soft, questioning kisses.

“Mistress wants me to eat her out. Do you want to join me?”

“Yes, yes I would.” In my haste to sit up I almost bumped heads with Zoe.

She and Zoe had swapped places so that She was lying in the middle, and I found myself next to Her beautiful, lean, bronzed body. My need to touch Her was intensified now that I was so close without Zoe between us. I didn’t have to fret over how to do it this time as She took my hand and placed it on Her taut stomach. Beneath Her skin I could feel Her hard stomach muscles, and leaning forward I placed a tentative kiss on Her stomach. When I heard Her slight gasp, I grew bolder and trailed my tongue up Her body, just as Zoe had done to me earlier in the night. Taking Her nipple in my mouth, I gently rolled my tongue round it, feeling it stiffen as I did so. My right hand found Her breast, and I squeezed it slightly, nervously. Then I felt Her strong hand in my hair, tilting my head up to meet Her eyes.

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Celia was completely undressed from head to toe after Sophie chose to have her for dessert. She had been so turned on by Sophie, and it was more than just lust. She knew the difference between lust and passion. This was definitely a passion that reached to the core of her body. It felt as though her body was hit by lightning with all the sexual electricity coursing through her veins. Sophie had satisfied her beyond what she had ever felt before, and Celia wanted to make her feel the same intensity.

She casually took Sophie’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Sophie did not hesitate for one moment…Celia could tell she was wet and ready for whatever was awaiting her in that bedroom. Celia kissed her softly and laid her on the bed. She walked away and lit some candles that surrounded the room, and the ambience immediately turned into an illuminated magical world. Sophie could feel herself relax but excited at the same time thinking about what Celia had in mind. The shadows from the candles made Celia look even more like the Aphrodite she was…extremely radiant.

As Celia turned to look at Sophie, she had that seductive look in her crystal, blue eyes again. Celia moved to the bed, pulled up Sophie’s shirt, and began kissing her belly with light touches of her soft lips. Sophie could feel her heart beat faster. Celia slowly made a trail with her lips and tongue across every inch of Sophie’s belly, and she could feel Sophie’s breathing increasing with every kiss. While she continued with her little flutter of kisses, she ran her finger along inside the top edge of Sophie’s pants and Sophie stroked her soft, dark hair.

Celia then lifted Sophie’s arms and her shirt off and started kissing between her breasts and up to her bursa escort chest and neck. By this time Chloe had climbed on top of Sophie, and she could feel Sophie trying to push up against her with her hips.

“Relax and enjoy, “Celia whispered into Sophie’s ear. “I want to pleasure you, so you are going to have to be patient. I promise you it will be exceptional if you just relax and trust me.” Every one of Sophie’s senses was on edge, but she did trust Celia with everything and especially with her body.

Celia stroked Sophie’s ribs, belly, and breasts with light finger touches while she teased her earlobes and kissed behind her ears….again, slowly making her way to her neck. Sophie’s eyes were closed the entire time…she was enjoying this erotic massage of her senses. She could feel Celia’s breath close to her lips and at that same moment she felt Celia’s lips connect to her own lonely lips, and the electricity was magnificent. No, this wasn’t lust…this was pure passion she felt. There was no other feeling in the world like having Celia’s lips locked on hers and her tongue moving side to side in her mouth. Every ounce of Sophie’s body was aching with the desire to have Celia…she didn’t feel like she could get close enough to her.

Pulling away for a moment, Celia removed Sophie’s bra revealing her small, but succulent breasts and used her lips, tongue, and mouth to push Sophie even farther to the edge. Sophie’s body was on fire, and she could feel Celia’s naked breasts and erect nipples on her stomach. The heat their two bodies possessed was like some forbidden energy that had not been discovered yet. Sophie couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and she loved the way Celia’s soft hair felt as she ran her fingers through bursa escort bayan it.

Celia moved her kissing down to where Sophie ached the most. Celia unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her hips and gradually kissed and licked each hip, moving side to side while using Sophie’s lower belly as a bridge for her tongue as she moved.

Finally, Celia pulled her red,lacy panties and jeans down to her thighs and continued to kiss every part that was exposed along the way. The teasing was making Sophie’s pussy drip with wetness, but she couldn’t help it…and she definitely didn’t want her to stop. At last Celia removed Sophie’s pants entirely. When she reached the bottom, she started kissing the tops of her feet, her shins, and continued upward with her lips on Sophie’s skin while she massaged every muscle she could find with her warm, soft hands. Sophie started to spread her legs apart so Celia could effortlessly reach her pussy. Celia continued to lick and kiss up Sophie’s thighs and slid her hands under Sophie’s ass and pulled her into her. She could smell the sweet scent of sex glittering off Sophie’s amazing pussy. As she slid her tongue inside, Sophie let out a loud moan. She tasted sweeter than Chloe could have ever imagined, and she used her tongue to reach every part inside Sophie’s pussy. She then began to slowly lick between her lips and clit…first on the right side, then the left. Sophie’s moans grew louder and her breathing was labored. Celia knew it was hard for her to lie still, but she had a firm grip on her ass with her mouth controlling everything Sophie wanted. She was reading her body language like a book with each moan Sophie produced. Finally, she took her tongue and took slow licks on her swollen escort bursa clit….first up and down with the flat part of her tongue and then side to side with the tip of her tongue. At the same time she slipped her lips over Sophie’s pierced clit, she slid her two middle fingers inside her and the heat inside of her had grown. Celia continued to tease her clit by sucking and flicking her piercing while pushing up and back with her fingers inside of her. Sophie’s breathing and moaning was becoming so heavy now, and all of this was making Celia dripping wet as well. She wanted to please her so badly, and in a few seconds her wish was granted. Celia felt the contractions inside of her before Sophie let out a loud, sensuous moan. Celia continued a few minutes longer in order for Sophie to continue to keep climaxing, and Sophie nearly lost her breath.

After Celia stopped, she looked at Sophie, and noticed she was completely relaxed with her eyes closed. She looked incredibly beautiful and peaceful, and Celia couldn’t help but feel a strange emotion overtake her for a moment. Celia was so used to just fucking women all the time with no emotions attached, so this felt very weird to her. She was definitely attracted to Sophie….damn she was gorgeous, but her personality was just so down to earth and being with her just relaxed her in every way. Celia had never truly been in love with anyone, so she was a bit confused at this moment. Was this the beginning of love or was she just being stupid? She definitely knew how to fuck a woman, but this felt like she was making love to Sophie. The moment passed as quickly as it entered her mind, but the butterflies in her stomach refused to go away. She climbed up next to Sophie, laid her head on her shoulder with her arm draped over her warm skin, and they both slept better than they had in a long time. But before she fell asleep, Celia was already thinking of how she could spend more time with this incredible woman in her bed.

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I fell out with my family when I was 18, give or take. Dropped out of college to go work to support a girlfriend. Not a great decision in retrospect, but in the intervening years before I finally went back to school, I learned a lot about myself.

First and foremost, that I was pretty much addicted to masturbating.

I was just good-looking enough to get laid occasionally, especially my first year back at school, but even when I was bagging girls on the reg, I’d still have to get myself off two or three times a day. Either with Internet porn or girlfriend nudes, or plain old movie nude scenes, I always needed at least a little time to myself every day. It kept the stress off my back.

I was 21 when I finally gave up and went back to school, and my parents would talk to me again. They were so pleased I’d gotten back on the education wagon and were hoping to reconnect in a big way, so as means of a grand gesture to bring the family back together, they arranged to pick me up right after my last exam to take the whole family out to a cabin we used to rent when we were all much younger.

It was actually really nice to see them after so long. My Dad had gotten a little greyer and grown out a bit of a beard (probably especially for the camping trip), and my Mom’s eyes sagged a little but her tits were still lithe and perky. Not that I was especially into her or anything, but a red-blooded male notices. We’re a very photogenic family.

But the biggest change was definitely Sam, my little sister. She was just 15 when I left, and now freshly 18 was suddenly stacked out of nowhere. Even bigger than Mom. Mom was a full C-Cup and pushing a D on a good day, but Sam (whom I last saw looking petite and kind of boyish) was still short and thin but now also sporting very full double Ds pushed up in a nice dark underwire bra and stretching the fabric of her yellow tank top. She was third in line to hug me, but first in my heart, and I definitely appreciated the feel of her breasts on my chest.

“Hey brother,” she said. She looked right at me and I saw how blue her eyes were, with their pretty little yellow suns around her pupils. “I missed you. It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah,” I said, “Likewise.”

Pleasantries aside, we didn’t spend much time catching up before hitting the road. I was studying pretty far south of my old family home, and that meant the road to the cabin was a 19-hour straight shot north past rock and tree and water damn near to the tip of James Bay. We planned to drive in shifts, and my Dad being tired from work, and my Mom having handled the 7-hour drive to pick me up, I was first at the wheel for a long overnight haul.

My Mom squeezed in the seat behind me, my dad was in the passenger seat because he had the longest damn legs, and my five-foot nothing little sister tugged snugly in behind him. My Mom fell asleep pretty soon after I hit the highway, and my dad and I made small talk trying to catch up while I drove. I could tell he was stressed from work, and really needed the vacation. It made me happy to think I was helping to relieve him. Even he didn’t make it too long in the car before passing out.

I’d driven a while in silence before I heard Sam speak up behind me. I’d figured she’d fallen asleep with Mom. The two of them were always close, and while she and I got along when we lived together, it was mostly a friendship of proximity. We’d play video games together when neither of our friends were around.

“I really missed you brother,” she said. “How’s school? You know, now that you’re actually going again.”

“It’s good,” I said. “Fun. Worthwhile. How’s school for you?”

She sighed.

“It’s high school, so pretty much none of those things.”

“Yeah,” I laughed, “It’s a zoo in there.”

“I know,” she said, “I got to see the cruel side.” When I didn’t say anything, she continued, “It probably would have been nice to have a big brother around to stand up for me.”

“I didn’t mean anything by leaving, Sam. I wish I could have helped you.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I just missed you is all.”

“It gets better. You’ll have a better time when you get to college.”

“Will you tell me about it?” she asked, “I applied to your school, actually. As my safety school, though.”

“Haha,” I laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, I’ll tell you about it.”

“Good,” she said, “Later though. I’m beat. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I watched her through the rearview mirror. By the glow of the dashboard lights, I saw her reach in under her shirt and unclasp her bra from behind. I watched as her huge boobs fell free into their natural hang under the stretched-thin fabric of her tank. I don’t think she saw me watching her in the mirror, and she drifted off pretty quickly after, leaving her soft-looking little face breathing moisture against her window.

I drove on alone in the night with titties on my mind.

***

My dad took over at a rest-stop breakfast pretty early in the morning, and I spent the day making up bursa escort what restless sleep I could stuffed tightly in the passenger seat in front of Sam. I drifted in and out of sleep watching the monotony of Northern Canada slip by me mostly unremarked, and when Mom took her turn at the wheel I had to crawl into the seat behind her because my Dad was too tall to even try and fit in back. I guess I was a little more comfortable, because I dozed off pretty heavily there and when I was finally shaken awake I had to peel my head off my sister’s hard shoulder.

“You two look so cute,” Mom gushed, “Just like old times. Like a family again.”

It was very late in the evening for an arrival, so we cooked a small meal on the woodstove before we split to our rooms for the night.

The cabin we rented was just small and remote enough to be affordable: one tiny bathroom with a stand-up tin shower, two little bedrooms, and a kitchen with a wood stove and dining table. Without much thought, we defaulted to our old sleeping arrangements, even though that meant Sam and I would be sharing the same little room we hadn’t shared in ten or so years, before Sam had even hit puberty. Needless to say, we were both accustomed to a little more privacy since then. I was comfortable just knocking off in my boxers, but having slept most of the day, I wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep just yet. I stayed under my bedside lamp with a book while Sam changed in the bathroom.

I couldn’t help but look up when I heard her come into the room. Cue the jaw drop. She stepped in wearing only a thin little camisole that hung just a few inches below her waist. It was pinkish, or kind of closer to off-white, and it clung tightly to her large breasts, outlining their shape nicely. I was sure in better lighting and with an unabashed stare I’d be able to make out the shapes of her nipples. I watched her like she moved in slow motion, and as she leaned forward to pull back her bed sheets I saw just the hint of her black panties outlining her taut little bottom. I felt a stirring in my boxers and had to adjust my position lying on my stomach so as not to hurt my hardening cock.

“You don’t still snore, do you?” she asked, crawling into her bed sheets.

“I don’t know. I never have anyone around long enough to tell me. Why?”

“I’m just a really light sleeper is all,” she said, “And I’d really like to get a good night’s rest.”

She pulled her blankets up over her, and I watched as her breasts pressed together as her arms closed up in front of her.

Now cue the tension. Two whole days, give or take, and without even one moment to myself to relieve my stress. And now here I am, lying with my own boner making itself known and the object of its degraded lust a mere few feet from its pronounced tower, and me forbidden to make any noise at all. I couldn’t concentrate on the novel anymore. All I could think about was how her breasts had felt pressed against my chest, the memory of them falling comfortably from her bra in the backseat, the little peak of her behind in her modest panties. The staggering cleavage just presented, deep and tan and begging for my cock to be rubbed between. I tried in vain to rub myself silently, but that only frustrated me further as I longed for the deep release of an uninhibited jerk session. All in vain. I fell asleep to my unfulfilled fantasies, hoping to live them out in my dreams.

***

A hard knock on the bedroom door woke me the next morning. Sam was already gone. It must have been later than I thought, but when my dad told me the time and demanded me to rise, I shook my head at how unfairly early it was. I had planned on a vacation.

Sam and Mom were already making breakfast on the woodstove, and Dad was happily planning our activities out for the day. He made out like this whole vacation was to be about getting back to nature, but I got the impression he was mostly pleased to be getting the family back together. He sure seemed keen to bond with me. He was rambling off an itinerary for my whole day.

“First,” he said, between mouthfuls of oatmeal and eggs, “We’re going to portage the canoe up to the old fishing spot, you remember Chris? We can scavenge for kindling and chop a few logs while we’re up there, cast out a few lines, and then ride the current back in the canoe with our supplies. Sound good, boy?”

“Yeah, dad,” I said, “It does.” Which it did, really, but it didn’t afford me any private time at all, and guessing from how Mom and Sam were dressed, they weren’t likely to be nearly as busy that day. They worked over the stove in just bikinis and thin wraps.

“What about you girls? Anything exciting planned for today?” I almost laughed.

“Not for us,” Mom said, “We’re just going to lay out by the river. Catch some sun. You can wake us when you get back with dinner.”

“Some vacation,” Dad harrumphed, “Laying around all day doing nothing. Enjoy it while you can girls; I’m going to make sure you’re pulling your weight before the end of this trip.”

Sam bursa escort bayan cleared his empty plate from in front of him. “Did you enjoy your breakfast, Dad?” she asked snarkily.

“Damn straight,” he said, not biting for a second. “Now come on, boy. Let’s go catch our girls some dinner.”

We portaged 4.5 km up a well-trodden path. At least the distraction of the physical labour kept my mind off my backed-up blue balls, but the haul took its toll on my shoulders. Once we reached the nook in the river where Dad had always sworn the best Walleye fishing was, we set the canoe down on the beach and rested a few minutes. Dad took the opportunity to offer me some token questions about school, and share some new work stories that sounded just the same as all his old work stories, only more disconnected.

We split off, gathering dried scrap wood and hacking small trees with broad axes. I shamefully admit that I was tempted to jerk off alone in the woods to some exciting memory. Dad hadn’t put a shirt on the whole time and his body glistened with sweat. His body had gotten a little soft, but his muscular frame showed through his gut and his dense chest hair. Dad was like a bear, and nature was his place. He camped like he was a man out of last century, meant to live by it, and he loved it like it was the only life he had.

Once we’d loaded the canoe up with firewood, Dad set his rod right up and cast it out into the weeds where he swore the biggest fish liked to eat.

“Get your feet in the water, boy,” he encouraged me, and I followed him and cast off. I hadn’t fished in a long time and my shoulders were sore from the portage, but I kept in shape and I could still cast a longer line than he could. We caught a few small fish, but nothing like he’d been talking up.

“They don’t know what’s good for them,” he said, “If I was a big fish, this right here is where I’d eat.”

After a few hours and a bucket full of small fish, we shoved off in the canoe to let the slow current bring us back home downriver. It was the easiest part of the day. We cast our lines out, closed our eyes, and relaxed in the canoe, keeping a hand on our rods in case a dream fish came biting. Dad even surprised me by splitting a six-pack with me along the way. It was the first time we’d ever drank together, and the beer took the extra energy out of me. I fell asleep, the bait on my line unbitten.

***

“Land ho,” My dad called from the back of the canoe to wake me up. He’d reeled in his line, and was guiding our way in with his oar from the back. I opened my eyes, and saw my mother and sister lying on the beach in their bikinis. They looked up as they heard my dad shouting, and sat up on their elbows. Again, the sheer size of Sam’s breasts in her bikini top caught my eye. They looked like little planets, wrapped up in stringy fabric but yearning to breathe free. They hung heavily on her chest above her toned stomach, and I felt my cock react to the sight of her. I felt an uncomfortable night coming on.

Sam yawned and stretched, her breasts riding high and proud on her chest and glistening in the sun. Then she lay back down. Mom, however, stood up and ran into the water to meet our canoe. She ran with her knees up out of the water, and her breasts bounced as she slogged into the water waist deep. She grabbed the rope at the front of the canoe and started pulling us ashore, and I couldn’t help but sneak a glimpse at her white bikini top. It had gone nearly transparent from the splashing, and I could just make out the little buttons of nipples poking through the fabric. I was quickly hardening, and so as not to make a show of it, I jumped into the water up to my waist.

“Here, Mom, let me get it,” I said as I took the rope from her. I wrapped it over my shoulder and slowed down. I didn’t want to rush out of the water just yet, given the state of my erection.

“Thanks, Chris,” she said. “Did you catch dinner?”

“You bet we did,” Dad boasted from behind, “The biggest fish your pretty little self will ever see. Tow us in, boy! Faster!”

I was in no rush. I watched as my Mom walked out of the river, watched her sweet sleek ass as it emerged from the water dripping wet. I meandered along, hoping the cold would take its natural effect on my stiff cock.

As I passed my waist, I turned and faced the river and pulled with my hands in front of my hard member, hoping to keep my little secret. I pulled the boat ashore, and got on my knees to help my Dad unload. Dad yanked the bucket out and laid it out at my sister’s ankles.

“Bring it in,” he said, “And skin and clean it. Chris and I are going to chop kindling for a fire. You’re in charge of dinner tonight.”

Sam wordlessly did as she was told, and I watched her as she stood up and stretched herself full length. She was wearing a black bikini that barely contained her breasts, but the bottoms were even tinier. They clung to her ass so tightly that I could almost count the grains of sand she had stuck in her crack from escort bursa laying out all day. I watched her wiggle her way up to the cottage, still unloading wood from the canoe.

After an hour or so, Mom and Sam came out to us with our dinner. We watched the sun go down while we ate. Mom and dad had their fish with a white wine pairing, while Sam and I split another six-pack. If I’d have been allowed to drink with the family at 18, I might never have left. I wondered if they were being more lenient with her so that she wouldn’t run off like I did.

The fire burned down, and so did our energy as the drinks got on top of us. I tried to excuse myself early to go relieve some tension, but Dad insisted on the family being together until he had finished the bottle of wine and by then the moon was high on the river. We all said goodnight, and I ran quickly to the bedroom while Sam went to change in the bathroom.

Despite being exhausted, I tried to rub out a quickie while I finally had some free time. I hadn’t been two whole days backed up in as long as I could remember, and hadn’t even thought what I might do with the load I shot. I just needed to get it out of me. But even faster than I could finish, Sam marched into the room, wearing only her little camisole that barely covered her panties. I had to roll away from the door and pull the blankets up quickly to avoid getting caught.

If she saw me, she didn’t say anything. She bounced over into her bed, looking cheery as ever, and hopped in.

“It sure is nice to have you back with the family,” she said, “It’s nice not to be the centre of attention all the time.”

“Yeah? I’d have figured you’d like being the centre of attention.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Nothing, just nothing. Go to sleep.”

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just want you to go to sleep is all.”

“I want you to tell me about college, though!” she whined, “What’s it like?”

“College is fine. It’s great.”

“Well what do you like best about it?”

“Being away from the family. Living on my own. Privacy,” I said curtly. She rolled over to her bed and faced me. I could see her pouting under her lamplight.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, “Why won’t you talk to me?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You haven’t said one word to me all day.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said again, “I’m just a little stressed out is all. It’s weird getting back to this.”

“To what?”

“To family. To not having privacy. To not ever being alone.”

“Well why would you want to be alone?”

“Just for stuff, you know. Reasons.”

“What reasons?”

“Can’t you just be quiet? I’m just stressed out is all.”

“Okay,” she said, and the she was quiet. She rolled over onto her back and looked pensively at the ceiling. I noticed because I was still sporting a chubby and watching her breasts loll about on her chest.

“Is it about me?” she finally asked, “You were fine with Mom and Dad.”

“It’s not about you. It’s about privacy. I just want some me time.”

She didn’t say anything for a while, and when I thought she was asleep I started rubbing myself as silently as I could.

“Is it because you need to jerk off?” she asked.

“What?” I asked, stopping immediately.

“Because you can, if you want. I can hear you anyways. I won’t look.”

“Sam, that’s weird,” I said. “I can’t jerk off with you in the room. Not knowing you know about it.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” I said, “It’s fine.”

“Just go ahead and jerk off,” she said, “If it’ll make you be less of a jerk to me.”

“I don’t mean to be a jerk, Sam.”

“Well you are. So fine. Rub one out. I’ll leave or I won’t watch or whatever. Just get over it already.”

“I’m sorry, Sam. I really don’t mean to be a jerk. I’m just used to kind of having time to myself, and getting backed up is kind of stressing me out.”

“Backed up?” she asked.

“Well, I’m not meeting my usual schedule. And I’m kind of missing lots of opportunities.”

Sam rolled over to face me again. “Because of me?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “A little bit because of you.”

“Are you turned on because of me? I saw you checking me out on the beach.”

“A little, yeah. It’s just I haven’t seen you in so long, and Jesus! Where did those tits come from?”

She smiled and rolled over on her back, admiring her form. “I know, right?” she said, “Even Mom was surprised.”

“They’re huge,” I said, “I’m a tit man, and they look fantastic. They’re really distracting when I can’t get even a minute to myself to whack off.”

She laughed. “Well, thank you. They are fantastic. I meant it when I said you could jerk off, you know. I won’t watch.” One step ahead of her, I was still rubbing myself under my blanket. I had kicked my boxers off and was sporting full wood.

“It’s hard to jerk off to just nothing,” I said, “I usually look at pictures or something.”

“Look at me,” she said, rolling onto her side and striking a pose. She put her arm up by her head, and her breasts ran together, emphasizing her cleavage. I started rubbing quicker at the sight.

“You don’t think this is weird?” I asked, openly staring.

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It had been a work day that didn’t seem like it would ever end. Kaitlyn hated her job on a good day. Working in the Accounts Payable department as a junior clerk was just boring. All she did was just process one bill after another. All the other clerks were substantially older than her. She was only out of school for 3 years, twenty years younger than the next person. There wasn’t much in common with them so there wasn’t even a social aspect of the job.

When she had something to do in the evening, the day dragged on even worse than normal. Every time she glanced over at the clock, it seemed like time passed slower and slower. The last hour had been interminable. Finally five o’clock rolled around and she was free. Her desk all cleaned up and organized ahead of time, Kaitlyn was ready to scoot out without any delay. She wished the rest of her office a good weekend but was out the door before the first person could even answer.

As she drove home, Kaitlyn could finally focus on her plans for the evening. Although married for only two years, her life had gotten relatively stale faster than she thought possible. Her husband, Alan, was a regional sales person for a cleaning supplies company. His territory was large enough that it was common for him to have to stay a night or two away every week, rather than drive home. And when he was home, he was often tired from all the driving. It had become rarer and rarer for them to go out.

But this had been one of those rare weeks when all of his calls were local and he was home every night. Kaitlyn had been delighted when he suggested that they go out for dinner and then go dancing at a club downtown. She knew that he was doing it mostly because of her complaints about how they never did anything. On one level, she felt bad about nagging him about it. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel envious of her single girlfriends. They were still out having fun, dating a number of different guys, and sleeping with a fair number of them. Kaitlyn had only just started to experience that when she started dating Alan. Without really noticing it, they had become exclusive. At the time it seemed nice; now it seemed like she had missed something. She was still same the gorgeous fit blonde as in college but there was only her husband to notice now.

It was worse since while her friends were having wild sexual adventures, her own sex life had slowly become infrequent. Alan being away didn’t help, nor did his perpetual exhaustion. On top of that, he had become fairly sedentary with all the time in the car. He wasn’t fat … yet. But he was soft where he hadn’t been before. Kaitlyn tried to hide from the truth but the facts were that he didn’t excite her the way he had before.

To be fair, he recognized it and tried to find time to work out but it was difficult. And he also was aware of the lack of spark in their love life. When he wasn’t too tired, he made an effort to find ways to excite her. They had tried different positions and different places. He also tried to find out what things would turn her on. He was willing to experiment with her fantasies if it would help. Kaitlyn was shy about sharing them.

The only one that had seemed to spark anything was when the subject of a threesome came up. They had been watching a movie where a couple brought a woman into the relationship. There had been some fairly passionate kissing between the women, although the rest of it was implied more than anything. Alan wasn’t sure, but it had seemed like that drew Kaitlyn’s interest. After the movie was over, Kaitlyn had been a little more aggressive than normal. It led to one of their best times having sex in well over a year.

As they lay in bed afterwards, Alan had tried to explore it. Kaitlyn was unwilling to talk more but finally admitted that the two women kissing had excited her. She either couldn’t explain why or wasn’t willing. Alan couldn’t decide which it was. But after that, one time during foreplay, he tried describing what it might be like to have another woman there. Kaitlyn was embarrassed and tried to pretend she didn’t want him talking that way. But from the way her pussy got wet, he wasn’t fooled. With a little experimentation, he found that it was more the girl-girl aspect than the threesome aspect that excited her. He wasn’t sure exactly what that aspect meant, but for him, it meant getting an exceptionally good fuck.

After that, it entered part of their sexual repertoire, used somewhat infrequently but enough that it wasn’t usual. Every time had the same result. Kaitlyn became very excited and was much more physical in making love. Like many men, Alan found the thought of being with two women exciting, but he liked it mostly because of how Kaitlyn became and how good the sex was. When he tried to ask Kaitlyn about it, she was very reluctant and if he pressed, would get pissed off. Since that resulted in no sex and often an argument, Alan quickly learned not to bring up the issue. They argued enough as it was about other things.

Kaitlyn hated being a nag. She tried her best bursa escort not to do it and to avoid arguments. But her unhappiness with her job, with being left home alone, with Alan, and just life in general, expressed itself to often in nagging and snapping at Alan. That in turn tended to degenerate into an argument as Alan would snap back.

But tonight was going to be different. Alan knew how much she used to like to dance when she was in college. She went out often with her sorority sisters to some of the clubs around town. Even once she was going out with Alan, they would often go dancing on a group date with other couples they knew. Since getting married, it had only been a rare treat. And afterwards, she fully expected to make love to Alan. She was at the horniest time of the month for her, and it had been a few weeks since the last time they had sex.

Thinking about sex and dancing, Kaitlyn flashed on memories of dancing when she was in school. An image of scantily clad women dancing went through her mind. She could feel a little excitement build within her. She shivered slightly and shook her head to try and erase the image.

The truth was that Kaitlyn didn’t want to face why she found Alan’s talk of another woman exciting. Other than some experimental and rather chaste kissing with a girlfriend when she was 13, she had never had a sexual experience with another female. Once she had an opportunity with two of her sorority sisters but it scared her and she bolted. She had never mentioned it to anyone. But it was one of those moments that she recalled when she touched herself. It was always guaranteed to get her excited. She was ashamed however and as she came closer to cumming, she always forced herself to think more conventional thoughts. It helped her to set her mind at ease that she wasn’t attracted to women.

Arriving home she realized that even though she had left right on time, they were going to have to leave soon if they were going to get into the city in order to make their reservations. It didn’t leave her much time to get ready. She dropped everything once she got inside and went to their bedroom.

Opening up her closet, she looked for something that would work. It had been a while since she had bought anything new. Maybe it was the memory of being back in college, but she noticed an old outfit from back in those days. It was a white top with a very short black skirt. She had some white stockings to go with it, and a pair of black pumps with 3 inch heels. Trying it on, she was pleased to find that it still fit extremely well. She weighed the same as back in college and it showed off her body. The top was a cropped button up blouse that she left the top four buttons undone.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was once again the picture of a young college student except for no longer having the little bit of baby fat she had her first couple of years. Her legs were quite long and slender. Although she didn’t often wear high heels, she still could walk very sexily in them without any conscious thought. Her body just flowed. Her breasts were supported by her little demi bra and exposed by the blouse. She wasn’t overly generous, but she wasn’t small breasted either. Her slender neck seemed longer for all the skin that was being shown.

Kaitlyn thought for a few moments about how to wear her hair. She had been thinking about something a little sophisticated but that didn’t seem to work with the outfit. Finally she pulled her hair back into a pony tail with her hand. It made her look even slightly younger. She loved the look. She loved feeling like she was still young and free.

When she came out of the bedroom, Kaitlyn found Alan watching the news in the kitchen. She twirled around in front of him, showing off her outfit. His jaw dropped.

“Honey, you look unbelievable. I mean it, but are you serious about going out looking like that?” he looked at her with a look she couldn’t quite identify.

“What’s wrong with it? I look good in it!” Kaitlyn was stunned and hurt.

“I said that, didn’t I? But you can’t go to a nice restaurant dressed like that? I mean, we aren’t just going to a burger joint. This is a good place,” he replied.

Suddenly Kaitlyn recognized his look and his tone. He was irritated with her. Her own temper flared. “What is the point of going out dancing, if I can’t dress for it?”

“My god, Kaitlyn. Do I have to explain it to you? If you go to the restaurant like that, they are going to think that I’m with a prostitute. Jesus!” Alan’s irritation boiled over into anger.

“Oh, thank you very much. Now I look like a prostitute!” She spun around to head back to the bedroom. She slammed the door on Alan’s face. He at least had the good sense not to follow her in immediately. He gave her a few minutes to calm down, as well as do the same thing himself.

When he came into the room, he started with an apology. “I’m sorry Kaitlyn, that didn’t come out right. I told you I think you look fantastic, and very sexy. It just seems like too much for where we were bursa escort bayan planning on eating.” He paused to look over at her. She hadn’t burst into tears, like he had worried. Instead she was watching him with a hard look in her eyes. “Honey, we don’t have to eat there if you don’t want to. We can just grab a burger or something on the way to the club.”

Alan paused and waited for her to respond. The silence dragged out a while but he kept quiet to wait for her. When she spoke, her look didn’t warm up much. “Fine. We can do that. You are probably right. I just wish you hadn’t gotten all irritated.”

He got up and hugged her, slowly her arms came up around him and she returned the hug. “I wish I hadn’t either. You’re looking forward to the club and I was looking forward to the dinner, but it’s okay. There will be other times.”

Kaitlyn nodded. “Thank you, Alan. I know you were but it’s been so long since we were out dancing.” She kissed him on the cheek and then moved away to finish getting things ready to go out.

Sighing, Alan watched her walk away. At least, he consoled himself; I will get to watch that ass all evening! With a growing smile on his face, he went to get his coat.

When they got to the club, Kaitlyn was happy to see that there wasn’t a line yet. She didn’t want to waste any time outside. As they were checked by the bouncer, she smiled when he spent extra time checking her driver’s license to make sure it was genuine.

Although there hadn’t been any line, it was already fairly crowded inside the club. They were able to find a table just off the dance floor and ordered drinks. Alan had scotch and Kaitlyn ordered a lemondrop. As soon as the drinks came and they had taken a couple of sips, Kaitlyn dragged Alan out onto the dance floor. The music was very fast paced and seemed to just keep going on. It wasn’t anything that either one had heard before, but it was very danceable. Kaitlyn was able to keep Alan on the floor for two more before he was sweating and wanted to take a break. Sighing a little, she followed him back to their table.

It was too loud to talk very much. Instead they both people watched. She made one more attempt to try and get him to dance, to no avail. She sat there feeling the irritation building inside her. It seemed so unfair that she finally was out and wasn’t being allowed to dance.

Kaitlyn was looking out on the dance floor when she thought she recognized a woman. There were other people surrounding her on the dance floor so Kaitlyn wasn’t sure. She kept looking in that area to try and see more clearly. Then the crowd shifted and she was sure.

It was another woman from her sorority. Anastasia was her name, although she went by Anya. Kaitlyn shivered. Anya was someone that she couldn’t forget, though there were times when she wanted to. Anya had been a freshman when Kaitlyn was a senior. Anya was one of the two girls that she had interrupted in a bathroom in the sorority house. The other was another senior named Taryn. Kaitlyn had heard rumors about her but it still stunned her. Taryn was on her knees eating Anya’s pussy.

For a few moments, no one noticed her. Kaitlyn should have just retreated as soon as she realized what was going on. Instead she was frozen there, watching. Anya’s eyes were closed with ecstasy as Taryn’s obviously talented tongue pleasured her. Kaitlyn’s own pussy throbbed and she could feel it starting to moisten. Then Anya’s eyes opened and saw her. Kaitlyn was still frozen, watching what was going on. Anya had her hands in Taryn’s hair, pulling her closer. Her eyes were on Kaitlyn. Then one hand untangled and beckoned Kaitlyn to come closer while she mouthed the words, “join us.”

That woke Kaitlyn out of her daze. She literally ran out of there back to her room. She had stayed in her room the rest of the night. Once she heard someone pause outside her door for a few minutes but in the end, she had gone away without knocking. Kaitlyn never spoke to anyone about what she saw. As far as she could tell, Taryn didn’t seem to have even been aware she was there. And Kaitlyn did her best to avoid Anya.

She also never confessed to anyone that she masturbated every night for a month to the images of what she had seen. Not only what she had seen, but she also imagined what might have happened if she had stayed. Even now, it was the image she used to start getting excited.

Anya had been very beautiful when she was a freshman. Three years later her beauty had deepened and been augmented by an intense sensuality. She was slightly taller than Kaitlyn but slenderer. Her body was a little less curvy and not a very full breast. Instead they were perfect little cones that swayed under the thin minidress that she was wearing. Her black hair was very long, hanging down to her ass. It was hard to see her eyes but Kaitlyn remembered that they were an intense green. There was almost an elfin quality to her face.

Kaitlyn thought that she might be dancing with another woman. Anya was touching her as she danced, bringing her body close escort bursa and then dancing away. But then she was did the same thing with another woman. As Kaitlyn watched, she realized that Anya was enjoying flirting with several women around her. Anya clearly was still oriented towards women as the men were simply ignored. She didn’t really seem to be with anyone in particular, at least no one woman got more of her attention. And while she was brushing up against them, she wasn’t going any further.

For most of the song, Anya’s attention remained on the dance floor. Towards the very end, however, she glanced in the direction of Kaitlyn. Realizing that she was staring, Kaitlyn tried to quickly look away. It was clear however that Anya had seen her. Her whole demeanor changed. The women around her were forgotten. The remainder of the dance appeared to be for Kaitlyn’s benefit.

Most of the time, Anya was facing towards Kaitlyn. She swiveled her hips around and around, then rocked them forward and back towards Kaitlyn. Anya’s hands slid down her legs and then as she slid them back up, her minidress was pulled up until it was almost at waist level. When she turned around in a slow circle, Kaitlyn’s attention was caught by her nice ass as it shifted back and forth to the music. She kept trying to not watch, but the sight kept pulling her back.

Finally the song came to an end. Her eyes on Kaitlyn, Anya pushed her way through the crowd and walked over. Kaitlyn felt a momentary sense of panic. What was Anya going to do? What would she say? Kaitlyn didn’t want her to come over. At the same time, there was a side of her that was excited by Anya’s approach.

“Kait, I thought that was you,” Anya spoke as she reached the table. She leaned over to hug Kaitlyn and at the same time gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. The hug lingered just a moment longer than one might have expected, and then she released Kaitlyn. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

Stammering a little, Kaitlyn told Anya that it was nice to see her too. Then she introduced Anya to Alan as one of her sorority sisters, explaining the difference in their school years.

“You must be close to graduation, Anya.” Kaitlyn wanted to keep control of the conversation and keep it on safe grounds. She could feel how close to being out of control she was. All the old thoughts were flooding back, and she was very aware of Anya’s proximity.

“Only one more semester to go! I can’t wait to be done with school and get out into the real world.” Anya kept her focus on Kaitlyn. “But I will miss some of the girls very much. You know what I mean, don’t you Kaitlyn.” Anya had a coy little smile on her lips. “There are some people who you want to stay close to the rest of your life.”

Hardly trusting her voice at that moment, Kaitlyn only nodded. Anya’s smile grew a little more and she reached out and squeezed Kaitlyn’s hand lightly, and then left her hand over Kaitlyn’s for a few moments before withdrawing it. Anya started talking about mutual friends which slowly drew Kaitlyn out. They were soon catching each other up on the latest news.

Although Alan was feeling a little left out, he suggested that Anya sit down with them. She thanked him with a smile and slid into the seat next to Kaitlyn. It was a tight squeeze as it wasn’t a large table. Anya and Kaitlyn’s bodies were pressed against each other. Kaitlyn was feeling nervous again, feeling Anya’s body next to hers. But there was something that she liked about it; something that excited her. Her nipples hardened just a little and she could feel her pussy moisten slightly.

Any hope that Anya was unaware of the situation vanished when she lay a hand on Kaitlyn’s thigh. Kaitlyn hid her surprise by turning what was supposed to be a small sip into a big gulp of her lemondrop. Kaitlyn was aware that her body was trembling. Anya just kept up the conversation telling a story about a recent party at one of the fraternities. Anya’s hand just rested on Kaitlyn’s skin. Even though she wasn’t doing anything, Anya’s touch was enough to increase Kaitlyn’s excitement. Anya however carefully drew her back into the conversation.

Needing a little something to steady her, Kaitlyn sucked down the rest of her drink. It had been a while since the waitress had made it to their table so Alan offered to go up the bar and get the three of them new drinks. Kaitlyn didn’t want him to go and leave her alone with Anya but didn’t know how to tell him. As Kaitlyn watched him go, Anya noted a slight dazed look in her eyes.

Kaitlyn turned to Anya in order to tell her to remove her hand. Before she could utter a word, Anya started to talk.

“I see you haven’t forgotten that one evening,” she said with a smug tone. Anya cocked her head slightly as she read Kaitlyn’s face. “In fact, you can’t get it out of your mind, can you?” For the first time, her fingers started to move, going in circles on the top of Kaitlyn’s bare thigh. Kaitlyn’s eyes widened. Anya smiled slightly at the look of almost panic. “You were going to ask me to take my hand off your nice sexy thighs, but now…” Anya trailed off for a moment. Her hand moved slightly towards the inside of Kaitlyn’s thigh. “Now, you want it to stay, don’t you?” She leaned close to Kaitlyn’s ear. “Stay or go, Kait?”

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I had a reputation as a prude. I hadn’t planned it that way, I was just picky about who I took to bed. With my reputation being set like that, it made it hard for me to get a one-night stand. Even when I really wanted one, and I wanted one bad! Since masturbation wasn’t helping, I decided to go for a drive. I don’t know why, but I put my vibrator in my purse when I left.

As I was driving down the highway, I looked in truckers’ rearview mirrors as I passed them. Some of them were “hot”; I was getting hornier just by checking them out. The excitement about what I was doing was almost more than I could handle. The truckers had no clue of the effect they had on me. I slowly started rubbing my pussy as I drove. Without thinking, I slipped off my shoe and put my left foot on the dash. I just kept getting hornier with each truck I passed. I started rubbing my clit under my mini-skirt, as I passed the next truck. I didn’t even think about the fact that he could see what I was doing, until I had passed a couple of trucks. The realization of what I was doing both scared me and excited me. I kept well in front of the trucks, while I thought about what I had just done. Oh well, it wasn’t like I was fucking them all. I decided to take it a bit further. Now I was running on the excitement I was filled with, I had always been such a cautious person, and the possible danger just turned me on more.

I fumbled for my vibrator. In doing so, I slowed down a bit, I noticed the 3 trucks passing me; they were the same ones I had just passed. As I passed them this time, I ran my vibrator over my tits. I was careful to only pass the same trucks. I waited excitedly as they all passed me again, this time I noticed there weren’t any cars behind me, so I passed slower. I tilted my hips so I could insert my vibrator slightly into my pussy, just enough that it would stay. I slowed to match the first truckers speed. When I was beside him; I rubbed bursa escort my clit and ran my hand under my top. I was getting hornier all the time; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this as I drove. I pulled up and matched speed with the next truck. This time I worked the vibrator a little. Oh shit, I needed fucked more than ever now. I pulled up beside the third truck and squeezed my tit hard, my body was quivering, and driving was getting hard. I had to pull over and fast.

Luckily the rest stop was deserted; I needed to finish off what I had started. At this point I didn’t care what the truckers did. I figured it was up to them. As I pulled into the rest stop, I just hoped at least one of them would join me. I was thrilled, scared, and very excited as I noticed the trucks parking. All three of them had pulled in behind me. I put my seat all the way back, now I had my left hand free, so I could do this right. I slipped off my right shoe and placed my foot on the dash. I couldn’t stop now, I didn’t care how it happened. I just needed fucked bad! The truckers got out of their trucks and were walking towards me. I started squeezing my tits with my right hand and working the vibrator with my left hand. Moans were escaping me as my body quivered, I closed my eyes to hold the fear I was feeling at bay. I heard my car doors being opened. I bit my lip as I opened my eyes to check out the truckers. There were two men by each of my doors; there must have been two men in one of the trucks.

Just seeing them there scared me and excited me even more. I knew I wasn’t in the safest position, but at this point I didn’t care. I was normally such a careful person, but knowing the position I had put myself in made me more excited. I had heard danger could be exciting, but never realized it could be this exciting. I started giving the vibrator head, licking my juices off it and deep-throating it. I tried to look each man in the eyes bursa escort bayan as I did this; moans were escaping me around the vibrator. I couldn’t believe the men were just watching. I was just getting ready to fuck myself with the vibrator again when one of the men by my door said, “Here suck this.” I turned and got on my knees to eagerly suck him off, as I squeezed my clit.

I tried to contain my excitement, as I slowly started working on his cock. He slowly backed up, causing me to have to follow him. This left me fully exposed to the men; I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. I didn’t miss a lick as I climbed out of my car. Actually, I started sucking more eagerly. The man I was sucking off was so tall I barely had to bend over. He wrapped his fingers in my hair as I felt one of the other men pick up my hips and ram his dick in my pussy.

They carried me, impaled on their cocks, over to a picnic table. I couldn’t believe how excited I was, the fear in me just kept building my excitement. They kept me suspended, ramming their dicks deep into me. I was bouncing back and forth between them, holding onto the hips in front of me, trying not to miss a beat. I was eager for their cum. Moaning and trying to meet their thrust I sucked harder, I tasted pre-cum and eagerly swallowed all his hot cum, as he sprayed it down my throat, just as more cum was spraying deep in my pussy. I kept sucking after I no longer tasted cum, I just wanted more.

Somehow they managed to flip me over on my back, as they laid me across the table. The first trucker pulled his cock out of my mouth saying, “Damn! She can suck.” I eagerly grabbed the next dick, as my head hung backwards over the table. Just as I sucked it down my throat. I heard the last man say, “I don’t like sloppy seconds,” as he lifted my legs high in the air and forced his cock up my ass.

I loved anal, but had never had it so rough, so a muffle yell escaped escort bursa my lips around the dick pumping down my throat. The man that was fucking my face said, “Oh yeah bitch. That feels good, keep yelling on my cock.” He then started mashing my tits in his hands. He squeezed them harder and harder, till I yelled. Then he told the other guy to fuck my ass harder to see if I’d scream. I felt my asshole tear as he started relentlessly ramming his cock deep in me. Tears started running down my face as I screamed. Instantly, I felt cum squirting up my ass and down my throat. I had enjoyed rough sex before, but wondered how rough I would enjoy it. I loved this!

Then they lifted me upright between the first two men. I was sandwiched between them as the rammed their cocks in my sore ass and pussy. Now that I had my voice I couldn’t help but yell at them, “Oh yes, more, more, more, I need all you got! Fuck me hard!” as tears streamed down my face. For some reason the more pain they inflicted on me the more I wanted.

They passed me back and forth using all my holes as they crushed my tits, pinched my nipples and clit, and slapped my ass hard enough to bruise. Every time there was a dick in my throat they would make me scream, either by twisting my nipples or cutting me with a pocket knife one of them had. My body was racked by orgasm after orgasm; one would barely finish as the next one would hit me. My body shook uncontrollably. When the men were finished with me they put me back in my car, covered me with a blanket I had in the back seat and left. I over heard one of them say, “I’ll go get the closed sign I left by the entrance.” I had vaguely wondered why no one had come to the rest stop. Then I drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

When I woke up the truckers were long gone and the rest stop was full of families. Somewhat disappointed, I straightened what was left of my clothes and drove home to see to my wounds. Although I was very sore and battered, I was hoping to do this again sometime. I had always enjoyed sex but this topped all my experiences. I couldn’t wait to heal and do it again. Just the though both scared me and thrilled me.

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“Oh shit, I shouldn’t drink so much,” Sarah giggled as she stumbled through the front door of her apartment, dropping her keys on the table and kicking her shoes under it. The short drive from the bar had made her thankful that she lived so close to the downtown, but had done little to sober her up. Thank God all the cops were too busy busting transients and tweakers to pay any attention to her black Honda weaving slightly down rainy side streets. She took off her jacket and threw it on the couch, and soon her blouse and slacks followed, creating a wrinkled pile that would necessitate later ironing.

Definitely not something to worry about tonight, Sarah thought as she made a wobbly beeline to her recently purchased memory foam mattress. Sarah had been spending a lot of time in bed lately so she hardly regretted the exorbitant $2,000 price tag. Her boyfriend Isaac had left her for the big city and the promise of an exciting new life a few months ago and she hadn’t quite adjusted to his absence yet, to say the least. She wasted a couple nights a week out drinking with her girlfriends, bad-mouthing her ex, but ignoring the numerous comes-on of the local guys, who never missed opportunities to bursa escort fall all over themselves commenting on her flowing red hair and pale white skin. A few brave souls even praised her ample breasts, which Sarah freed from the constraints of the bra that she tossed on the floor next to the panties she had just peeled off. Sarah cued her CD alarm clock to her favorite Pixies track (the original version of “Gigantic”) for the next morning and sourly thought of how awful work was going to be in her undoubtedly hung over state. After a gulp of day-old water from the bedside stand, she curled up in the fetal position for a short night of sleep.

A half hour later and Sarah still had not descended into restfulness. She had tossed and turned, trying every conceivable position and trick to fall asleep with absolutely no luck. She was getting desperate and realized that cumming was maybe going to the be the only thing that would knock her out. Sarah fumbled in the bedside stand for her faithful slim-line vibrator and turned it onto the lowest setting. As the vibrator hummed quietly on her clit, Sarah’s mind wandered lazily, finally settling on the last sex she and Isaac had. They had been fighting over bursa escort bayan all his recent unexplained late nights out without her. Then they were drinking beers like one would frantically guzzle water on a hot summer day. The next thing she knew they were in bed having some of the best sex of their two year relationship. Isaac was much more aggressive than he usually was and quickly turned Sarah around. She didn’t usually like doggy style, but something about their level of intoxication, the urgent way Isaac kneaded her full breasts, and the overwhelming sensations she felt as his lengthy, thick cock pounded her soaking wet insides sent her over the edge repeatedly.

Of the many thing Sarah missed about Isaac, near the top of the list was how full he made her feel during sex. As she masturbated, Sarah slipped a couple fingers into her pussy. Then a couple more. While it felt great, it just wasn’t enough. Sarah’s mind raced as she tried to come up with a suitable substitute for all the sex toys she’d regrettably thrown out after Isaac’s departure. Then she remembered the organic cucumber she’d bought for a salad that, like her bed recently, never got made. Sarah quickly padded out to escort bursa the kitchen and shivered as she rifled through the fridge until she produced the desired vegetable. And what a monster it was, she thought in awe as she soaped it up under hot water. The green behemoth was at least eight inches long and bigger around than her wrist.

Back in bed, Sarah adjusted the vibrator to a slightly higher setting, tracing patterns around her pussy lips with one end of the cucumber. She was so wet and worked up that it didn’t take her long to gradually begin feeding the oversized cucumber into her hungry pussy. “Ohmigod,” she moaned as she slowly eased the vegetable into her wetness. By the time she worked the green giant halfway in she was beginning to question her sanity in choosing such a large penis replacement. But she now had the fullness she so badly craved, and then some. Sarah was quickly become accustomed to the enormity of the cucumber as an orgasm rapidly approached. “Unnnh,” Sarah yelled as she came hard, full breasts shaking and soaked pussy clenching around her king-size veggie lover.

As the last spasms of her orgasm subsided, Sarah realized she was no longer so uptight about getting to sleep. And suddenly calling in to work the next day seemed like a feasible option, if only to spend more time enjoying getting better acquainted with / stretched to the absolute limit by her newly discovered green friend.

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Part 1 of this series is the build-up.

Now Beth and Alex realized the meaning of all of the hidden motives since their capture. The Ariwa women camp was isolated from the rest of the tribes, and their chief was so jealous of his power, he would only let them marry other women, and if possible ones who were from outside. Some of the Ariwa girls, like Soaring Gull and Green Hill, would take on the roles of the braves, as warriors, hunters, and the like. Others, like Perfect Dawn, and her slightly older sister Trembling Grass who was with Soaring Gull, would take on completely submissive roles. These roles would be confirmed once they had reached adulthood, which had been not long ago.

Later that day, the girls learned that ritual they just had performed on them was usually first done on an Ariwa girl at age 12, when they are assigned a love mate. In this case it was equivalent to an engagement, because Alex and Beth were both already of age. Slaughter informed them that the wedding itself would be that night.

The next few hours were a blur for Beth and Alex, who were naturally on edge seeing as they had been subjected to a whirlwind “courtship”. At mid-afternoon, Beth was taken to a hut, stripped of her normal Ariwa clothing, and told to lay on a long flat table, face down, and not to look up until told. These directions were written on some crude piece of paper by Slaughter, who as per the tribe’s instructions, would be given minimum rights to guide the captive girls from now on.

After a long wait, she could hear the leather panels on the door slide apart, and someone step inside. Beth was surprised as to how by now neither she nor Alex seemed to be fearful of what was going on. They had feared the worst during their brutal capture, but the life in the women’s camp was a welcome change from the suffering in Georgia, and the hazards of the frontier.

She was shaken from her contemplation by the rustle of the leather partition that functioned as the hut’s door. Instead of hearing footsteps, she was greeted by the smell of blossoms next to her, and the feeling of body heat close up. Beth was always surprised by the degree to which the Arawi took care to maintain proper hygiene, especially when it came to odours. But Slaughter had explained to her after they had left the creek that all of the women in the camp were descendants of chiefs from one generation or another, and as such were expected to treat their bodies accordingly. They were, he said, more similar to images he had heard of European noblewomen, than of those of his people.

Remembering Slaughter’s instructions, Bethany never raised her head. She was stunned when the first thing she felt were cool hands covered in a salve rubbing along her back and massaging it. The salve was spread all along her shoulder blades first, then her neck, her lower bursa escort torso, her buttocks, and the backs of her legs, and it had the same fragrance as the person who was spreading it. She was pretty obviously shorter than Bethany based on the posture of her hands. Breaking the silence was a gentle cooing and humming emanating from the woman’s mouth.

When she turned Bethany over, the woman’s identity was revealed, it was her bride Perfect Dawn, who was dressed in only a white wraparound robe with no shoulders. Her cleavage peeked out over this, and Beth’s eyes rose to greet her soft beautiful smile, one that accented her brownish skin which was a few hues lighter than Beth’s. Perfect Dawn turned around and her hand clasped the knot that tied the wrap-around; it motioned upward toward her. Beth’s heart pumped in anxiety, and she was forced to gulp as her hand reached out to loosen the knot. She had never been intimate with anyone, the trials of life on the frontier, and the protectiveness of Alex’s brother Drew precluding that, although at times she had been forced to snuggle up next to Alex in order to keep warm under the winter chill.

She trembled as the knot fell apart and the wrap-around collapsed to the floor. Her perfectly rounded butt was perked up now, and Perfect Dawn turned around slowly and displayed the most pristine breasts that Beth had ever seen, small and the size of grape fruits. Between her legs was the completely shaven slit of her vulva, without so much as the hint of a tan line. The salve that Perfect Dawn had rubbed her down with was now erupting all across Beth’s skin, in some places freezing cold, in others searing hot, but especially around her loins, which were drenched in wetness. After a moment smiling and allowing Beth to savour the sight, Perfect Dawn mounted her, and took a second earthen jug, pouring a different salve onto Beth’s belly above her mound. She took the substance in her hand and began kneading Beth’s sex as if she was washing a shirt, but the sensation of this was like no other for Beth.

“Oh! Uh, Uh, what are you doing?” Beth cried in ecstasy. Even if her mind would oppose this, her body could not resist it now. She reached out and grabbed Perfect Dawn’s glistening orbs, and began caressing them herself. The girl grinned in a seductively innocent manner, and Beth could feel herself smiling as she embraced her and brought her down on her in a close kiss.

The two young women revelled in the moment as their slick bodies slid against each other’s, but eventually Beth pushed Perfect Dawn off, as an idea shot off in her head. Her vulva was now putting off some warm fluid which was interacting with the salve on her body to produce a new, indescribable sensation that was unlike any other pleasure.

Perfect Dawn gave a perplexed face as she sat on the side, but this was bursa escort bayan replaced quickly with sighs as Beth mounted her and began to grind up into her, their vulva’s eventually meeting and mixing in a rhythmic kissing dance.

After they had exhausted this avenue, Beth out of curiosity climbed off and inserted her face into Perfect Dawn’s privates and began to lap the fragrant nectar off of them, sucking back every single taste she could get. “I love this . . .” she whispered softly between licks, ” . . . my bride.”

===

While this had gone on, Alexandra was sitting upright in a different hut, dressed in a white wraparound like Perfect Dawn’s, and anxiously awaiting her own initiation. When the leather partition was lifted, she was greeted with the sight of Green Hill as expected, but also of two shorter, more slender Ariwa girls also in the same dress. Green Hill, however, was in a more elaborately printed dress that came over her shoulders, with a pattern that resembled figures in twos embracing, as well as a skirt around it composed of some unusual green velvet fabric.

In the arms of the two companions were earthen jugs, and they quickly laid them down on a small table in the hut and approached Alexandra. They removed her white wraparound and one held her arms down, while the other spread her legs. The Indian girl took one of the earthen jugs and began to examine Alexandra’s slit, feeling along the folds of her labia, and pressing her clitoris several times. Finally, taking some salve out of the jug, she began lathering Alex with it, starting with her diaphragm, and eventually working her way down to her belly, and then to between her legs.

Alexandra was blown away by the feeling of the salve, and she opened her eyes to see Green Hill approaching. The girl who had held her arms down now abandoned them and came to meet Green Hill and disrobed her of the top. Green Hill’s breasts were now revealed, as were her shoulders and torso, and they were toned and muscular, as befitted a girl of the Ariwa warrior class. A confident smirk was spread on her face, while her second attendant removed the skirt from her waist, revealing curvy hips, strong legs, and a slit that was hairless and glistening already with a peculiar wetness.

Green Hill removed some salve from the jug, and spread it in copious amounts on her own nipples and between her legs. The other girls took a different coloured substance from the other jar, and each spread it about the rest of Green Hill and Alexandra’s bodies. Green Hill then came up to Alex and aggressively embraced her, a locking hug that was contrasted by the tender touch of her lips. She rubbed up against Alex roughly and began moving her hands over her lover’s body in insatiable movements. Alex reciprocated with the kiss. She had initially been threatened by this sensation, escort bursa but was by now completely aroused by the rough sensations passing over her body, especially when she felt a finger duck inside of her surreptitiously and begin wandering around her canal, then two more in succession. She gasped very loudly and began to moan, then opened her eyes to Green Hill’s face, and passionately laid her own lips across her cheek and wetly began kissing her whole face.

This continued for several minutes until Green Hill suddenly withdrew. Slaughter had told her that whatever went on would be paused momentarily, and then the final stage would begin that would seal everything. Green Hill stood upright, legs spread with arms upward, and screamed several words in her own language.

The other girls who had sat on the side in their own embrace during the coupling, now rose and withdrew, only for one to return with a chest of stained green wood which they opened, retrieving from it an object over a foot in length with two rounded ends and covered in a velvety substance, similar to Green Hill’s dress. A ring-like protrusion was between the ends, though not quite in the middle. The girl approached Green Hill, she was still standing in that stance, with her legs spread wide and her opening exposed, and began inserting one end into it. Green Hill yelped in pleasure, clenching her teeth as her attendant pushed it further and further in, until the entire short end was in her and the ring and the rest of it were exposed. She then removed the velvet cover from the rest of the object exposing a rubbery surface.

Green Hill now came toward Alex, took her hands, and guided her toward a soft bed of pillows and laid her down with her legs spread. She climbed on top and inserted her wand, thrusting in slowly at first, as Alex cried at the pain. Green Hill withdrew and brought some salve to ease the pain, and then began thrusting with greater vigour. At some point Alex’s ecstasy caused her to black out, and she never even realized that the two attendants had also been making love in a neighbouring nest of pillows.

When they were awakened Alex was guided outside hand in hand with Green Hill, attendant’s in tow, topless but with their skirts on. All of the women and girls of the village were sitting in rows and singing in soft voices in their strange language, and already standing together in front of a roaring bonfire were Beth and Perfect Dawn. Also to the side was Slaughter and , as well as Soaring Gull and her companion. Once they had reached the bonfire, Dove’s Feather emerged with a pallet of paints, and began applying them to the girls’ faces. On Beth’s and Green Hill’s there were dark hues of blue and green, while light lavender was spread across Alex and Perfect Dawn’s faces. Dove’s Feather then spoke one sentence in a loud clear voice. Slaughter translated, “The brides’ ceremony has now finished, my ladies.”

Beth and Alex were soon enveloped in deep tender kisses from Perfect Dove and Green Hill. Their new life had now been officially confirmed.

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Chapter 1:

It was afternoon and the sun was low on the horizon as Elizabeth began her daily walk. The lightly trodden but familiar hiking trail wound through the forest that bordered her home. The locals called this the Wye Valley, and Liz felt herself blessed to have unparalleled access to what she considered the most pristine wilderness in Britain. The hiking trail gave Elizabeth’s mind the chance to unwind, and she took comfort in the nature’s ability help her forget her daily trials and tribulations.

As she walked further into the forest, Liz felt the tension around her green eyes relax, the evening forest breeze gently curl around her blonde hair, and her full lips form into a natural smile. It was in moments like these that Liz felt an affinity with her surroundings, and she liked to think that the forest responded to her happiness by offering her new sights to see every day.

Elizabeth’s slender legs slowed to a relaxing stroll as she remembered her past walks.

Like the time she spotted a curious hole in the base of a giant oak tree by the side of the trail, and upon peering inside, she found the remains of an ancient leather pouch containing two silver Roman coins.

On another occasion, the familiar daily hiking trail became lost in new undergrowth, and in her confusion she lost her direction and wandered to the edge of a large hot spring that she’d never seen before. Liz remembered how inviting the spring had been, and in an area so isolated she had eagerly removed her clothing and lowered herself in the water. She remembered the feeling of being totally enveloped by the warm liquid – her c-cup breasts suspended and free from gravity, the feel of the currents as they gently rolled across her naked body, and her naughty but lovely wandering hand that found its way between the thighs. Recalling that moment still quickened her pulse, and turned her cheeks rosy red.

In fact, the number of these fortuitous discoveries had Liz convinced that the forest was aware of her presence, and actively sought to please her.

Liz felt her spirit lift upon remembering these experiences, and she began to sing softly an old folk tune. The tune’s rhythm matched her walking pace, and the light of the sky seemed to sparkle between the leaves in time to her song. A bird chirped in an offbeat, the breeze died in rest, and in chorus the last rays of golden sunlight shone through the forest canopy… and onto a boulder in front of her.

Liz stopped and stared, for laying on the bolder was a cylindrical stone about half the length of her forearm, and about as round. The smooth stone was tapered to a rounded point on each end, and carved all over with large writing of obviously ancient origin. The forest had given her another gift! With the stone in hand Liz began her walk home.

In the days that followed bursa escort Liz’s mind was consumed with curiosity about the strange writing on the stone. She spent whole evenings with her laptop researching her new possession, attempting to decipher the mysterious text. She felt that the message it contained was vitally important, but was disappointed to discover that they bore no similarities to any historical writings in Britain.

‘Perhaps this was brought across the channel by someone?’ She mused.

Unwilling to give up finding a translation, Liz still had another option to try. She noticed her friend, Mary, was online. Liz opened up the chat program.

Lizzy: “Hey Mary?”

Mary M: “Lizzy! Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you!!”

Lizzy: “Yeah, sorry I’ve been a little distracted lately. Work’s been busy etc., and I’ve found something new that’s been keeping me occupied at home, that I wanted to talk to you about.”

Mary M: “Ooooh, very interesting! Have you met a guy?! .. Do you have a pic?!”

Lizzy: “No, It’s not a guy! It’s something I found in the forest, and I do have a pic: here”

–TRANSFER–: Stone.JPG to ‘Mary M’

Mary M: “… you found that in the forest?.. And you say it’s been keeping you occupied… Umm, Liz I hope you washed it first.”

Lizzy: “What?? No!! I just wanted know whether you could ask your Anthropology professor at Uni about the carvings, and see if he could translate them for me. Could you do that? Please?”

Mary M: “Liz.. It looks like some sort of weird sex toy! Are you serious??

Lizzy: “Mary! I’m serious, this is important. Can you help me out?”

Mary M: “Umm ok.. I’ll see what I can do… Hey, it’s Friday tomorrow are you free after work? Maybe I can drive down and we can catch up for a bit?”

Lizzy: “Sure, but only if you help me out with this, ok? :P”

Mary M: “oookay, I’ll ask around :)”

Lizzy: “Thanks Mary, I’ll email you all the pictures I’ve taken. I’ve got to go. Will call soon x”

Liz sent the rest of the pictures through to Mary, then shut down her pc and examined the stone closely once more.

‘Mary’s mind is always in the gutter.’ She whispered.

The strange carvings seemed to respond to her attention, there was no doubt they had an amazing quality about them. The design was such that Liz continuously found new contours and loops in the characters that she hadn’t noticed before. Even stranger was a subtle tingling sensation she could feel when tracing them with her finger, and she was constantly catching herself tracing them when her hands were unoccupied.

Feeling tired, Liz placed the stone on the desk and entered the bathroom to prepare to shower. After removing her clothes she gave her naked self the usual once over in the mirror.

‘Twenty-seven but still bursa escort bayan looking Twenty’ she thought, and was particularly happy to see her rear end and thighs as toned and shapely as ever. Her slightly wavy blonde hair was just long enough to cover her shoulders; its colour nicely complemented her even, light complexion, and matched her neatly kept pubic area. Liz thought that her breasts had retained their youthful perkiness particularly well. Her nipples stood erect, and she became aware that she was feeling a little aroused tonight.

‘One day I’ll find someone to share this body with’ she thought, as she entered the shower recess and turned the tap a little further toward cold.

Ten minutes later Liz’s hair and body were clean and dry, Liz hung the towel on the rack and exited the bathroom naked, stepping lightly toward the bedroom. Noticing that the study light was still on, Liz crossed the lounge room to the study door and looked inside before reaching for the light switch.

Her stone was missing from the desk! Curious, she walked over to the desk and shuffled her papers and books around, wondering where it could have disappeared to. She was certain she placed it there — wasn’t she? Confused, Liz tried to recreate the scene from memory, and turned to sit down in the chair.

As she sat down she felt a cold sensation against the bare skin of her rear cheeks. The stone must’ve fallen from her desk onto the chair! As she grabbed the armrests and positioned herself to stand up again the stone shifted awkwardly underneath her and pressed upward against the outer skin of her naked sex. The cool feeling of stone on sensitive skin was quickly overwhelmed by the familiar tingling static pleasure that had previously so captivated her idle hands. Suddenly curious, Liz felt a pang of excitement from within her belly – and a corresponding throb of desire pulse between her legs. She began to lower herself back down onto the stone.

‘Am I really doing this?’ She thought to herself, but the feeling was so nice that she thought she’d be mad not to explore this unintentional situation. Liz pressed her pussy further downward and lent forward. The stone pressed hard against her warm sex, and the contours of the engravings seemed to etch their patterns into the tender skin – and through her mind – igniting passions that had long been neglected.

Liz closed her eyes and gasped as the stone touched the nub of her inflamed pussy. She found herself bending down involuntarily, her body yearning to increase the amount of stone touching her most intimate area.

Rocking back and forth, slowly at first, but with escalating urgency, the friction intoxicated her and she became overwhelmed by the need to give her pussy as much contact with the stone as possible. Breathing deeply, Liz arched her back, her naked breasts escort bursa tilted slightly upward and her nipples were hard and erect. Her wild behavior began to turn her on even more. Embracing the moment, she lowered her head between her spread knees and ground her pelvis luridly onto the stone. As more of the stone touched her pussy, the pleasurable fire also increased.

‘I need to come, so hard’ she thought.

Her eyes closed, lips parted by breath hot and hoarse with desire, Liz continued gyrating against the stone. The powerful sensation filled Liz with a deep and urgent craving for hot release, but she desired more. She was overcome with the need for the fat stone inside her and she knew what she had to do.

Removing herself from the chair, Liz grabbed the stone with her right hand laid with her back on the cream carpet floor. She raised her feet and bent her legs above her stomach, her full breasts flattened only slightly against her chest. Liz placed one foot over the desk, the other on the chair, and spread her knees as wide as she could. Her left hand moved to her left breast, and she pinched and caressed her hard nipple, sending waves of pleasure down her belly and within her wet pussy.

Quickly, she moved her left hand down between her thighs and used the index and middle fingers to spread her moist opening. Stone at the ready, electric lust tickled her as she dipped the tip of the hot phallus in her wetness. Her nipples so hard they felt like bursting and she flicked her engorged clitoris with the smooth stone. Yearning for entry, her feet lifted and she spread her knees desperately wider, her fingers parted her outer labia — and with a cry she plunged the smooth stone deep inside her herself. It forced its way through her inner wetness, opening her up and filling her need. Liz felt the power of the carvings stimulate every nerve ending inside as the shaft pushed open her deep inner walls. Again and again she thrust the shaft deep into herself.

The stone responded to her secret desires. She wanted to be filled by a large cock, and in a moment of wanton desire, imagined the feeling of such a large specimen unloading inside her. She stretched her legs wider. Her bodily juices flowed freely and saturated her inner thighs. She seemed to feel the stone growing in size and radiate warmth, it was so satisfying to have it filling her.

The stone began to press against every wall inside her simultaneously. Her hand was pumping quickly now, she had never felt so full before, each thrust felt deeper and better than the last!

‘YES!’ Liz shouted. She was going to get what she wanted.

Her climax began its sweet ascent — pumping the phallus faster, she opened her thighs even wider and in a display of wanton abandon thrust her pussy upward to meet her plunging hand in one final primal motion. She moaned loudly as the stone expanded and pushed into the deepest nook inside of her. Her body exploded in deep hot orgasmic bliss. Consumed by endless throbs of raw pleasure, her pelvic spasms continued as Liz passed out.

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