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Hello all,

I hope you enjoy part 2! I am already working on part 3, I don’t know how many parts there will be, but I recently purchased a new laptop and I am not so busy with work currently so hopefully, I’ll have part 3 done soon!

Wanted to give a heads up about part 1! The piece that was uploaded was the unedited version and I have been trying since Halloween to upload the edited one and nothing has happened, I am so sorry! Also, you’ll notice a name change as the unedited version I could not think of a name for Liam’s father so I used a placeholder with one of my favorite characters, from this site actually, until I could come up with a name. Liam’s father name is Cortland Helms making Liam, Liam Helms. My sincerest apologizes go to Robcub32 for using the name Colton Butler. It was my mistake for uploading the wrong copy.

Any who just wanted to give that update and explanation thank you all for the love and support.

Huge shout out to my best friend and editor Jay! To any who have reached out to work as editors or betas, part 3 I will be using a bigger team wanted to get part 2 out asap. I will contact you when part 3 is ready!

Yours Truly,

L. Darling

aka lalachick159

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As I walked through the front door that I had spent my entire life going in and out of, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Or maybe it was my new haircut. I was carrying bags upon bags of new clothes nothing cheered anyone up faster than a good ole shopping spree courtesy of someone else. My father had given me a credit card linked to his account for emergencies only, but I declared this an emergency, of freedom. I shuffled with all my bags to my room, I began pulling all my old stuff from the hangers and out of the drawers to replace with my new pretty things! I was in the middle of sorting through everything when a knock sounded at my door, I turned to face my father.

“I see you were financially responsible with that credit card I gave you.” He sneered looking at all the stuff.

“Consider it a past owed debt.” I sneered back as I began to hang up my clothes in my closet.

“When have you started wearing this shit?” My father asked as he picked up a very cute black crop top.

“Since now,” I growled snatching it out of his hand. “What do you want?”

“To talk about what happened today Liam.” He sighed as he sat down on my bed. “What transpired between you and Logan at school today was out of line.”

“Trust me it won’t happen again.” I laughed. “He is a douche bag.”

“Good, because I did have a plan set in place for you to be mated with Brady.” I turned and glared at him. “It’s for your own safety Liam.” He held his hands up in defense. “Ever since I lost your father my number one concern has always been your safety and the security of this pack Liam.”

“Its always about the pack isn’t it.” I sighed. “I don’t want to mate Brady father.”

“Brady will keep you safe.” he began. “Brady is one of the strongest members of the pack he will make a good pack alpha.”

“And what about what I want hmm?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. “I just finally learned that I was stupid for hiding myself for no reason all these years, I want to live, not lay down and pop out babies.”

“I am sorry Liam but there are some sacrifices that must be made to continue on your lineage.” he rubbed his hands over his face. “This is mostly my fault I ignored the signs and just hoped when the time came that Brady would present as your Alter Fatili, but I clearly see that I was wrong in not telling you.”

“Why was I promised to Brady and not Logan?” I asked in a whispered tone. While my father is correct Brady was a strong alpha everyone knew that Logan was top dog. He had excelled in combat training all alphas were put through, and even though he hid it very well, Logan was very smart and cunning. He was a natural born leader.

“Logan’s father was a feral drifter. Kell, Chief Piers, was in heat, the drifter was his Alter Fatili, but he couldn’t integrate into our pack. He left Kell and Logan and ran.” He stood up pulling me into his arms. “There is a beast inside of Logan that isn’t safe Liam, he has been unstable since birth.” He sniffed my neck. “You are about a week out I’m going to have to put the tournament together. And what will be, will be.” I nodded my head okay. “By the way, I like your new haircut. You can see your eyes and they remind me so much of your fathers.” He smiled sweetly at me, before releasing me and walking towards my door. “By the way, these clothes count as a birthday gift and Christmas presents!”

I threw a shoe at the door as it closed. I smiled to myself as I turned and looked at all new things debating on what I was going to wear tomorrow. I caught a glimpse of myself in my nearby mirror and stopped in smiled my once shaggy blond hair was now shaved on the sides but long on top being able to perfectly style it into that ‘I just woke up like this’ look. My body was lean I wasn’t bone skinny I had a softness to my edges, I was strong for an omega. Years of working out with my father had given me nice definition as well. muğla escort I couldn’t wait to see the look on everyone’s faces tomorrow when I walked into school a new me. I looked around at all my new things and it had given me butterflies it had given me hope for my future for the first time, I had about a week to live it up and boy was I.

***

As I walked through the front door of my school there were knots in my stomach. I smoothed my hands down my new shirt it was a sheerish floral button up and I wore a camisole underneath it with tight skinny jeans, and the part that made me nervous the most was the heals that I was wearing, and I prayed to the lunar gods that I don’t break my neck today. The stares had started and so had the whispers. I swallowed my fear and made my way down the hall. I had just made it to my locker when Brady stepped in my way.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He asked as he looked me up and down.

“What I want,” I said as I opened my locker.

“Oh, what you lost your virginity, so you decided to have a damn mental breakdown?” He scoffed. “You look like a girl.”

“First of all, I did not lose my virginity, second go the fuck away Brady,” I growled as I shoved my books in my locker.

“Well if that’s the case you better be glad cause Piers has already replaced you.” He said as he leaned against the lockers nodding his head to something over my shoulder.

I whipped my head around fast to see Logan, he looked amazing. His hair has the perfect messy look, his jeans hung low enough that they bunched up on his boots. His shirt today was a pale gray that from even far away looked soft to touch. The shirt was just a size too small of his arms because the fabric stretched tight as he wrapped his arms around another omega. My heart that was racing a million miles per hour now stopped in its tracks. What else did you expect? I thought. I swallowed my immediate regret and turned back to Brady.

“What do you want Brady?” I asked with a sigh. “We haven’t spoken more than a handful of words to each other in years.” Slamming my locker more forceful than need be.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday.” He started immediately throwing me off guard. “I know my elbow caught you in the mouth and I am sorry.”

“Thanks, I’m fine, apology accepted. Is that all?” I wrapped my arms around myself as I could now feel the stares against my skin. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? I thought while nibbling on the inside of my cheek.

“You father made the announcement for the tournament this morning for Saturday.”

Shit Saturday was only 4 days away.

“Were your parents fated?” I asked Brady.

“Yeah, they were.” Brady smiled with a light laugh.

“Don’t you want that?” I asked. “What they have?” Brady nodded. “Then remember that on Saturday,” I said, recalling what Logan had said yesterday about alphas faking their ruts.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” Brady asked before his eyes grew with anger and I felt my body tense up. A part of me wanted to cower but another part of me wanted to relax back into the chest I knew belonged to Logan.

“O’Connell.” Logan’s deep voice called from behind me. I turned so I was now standing in between them with Brady on my right and Logan on my left. “You look beautiful,” Logan said to me with a genuine smile on his face, as his hand rubbed my lower back, I felt the tension and unease melt away.

“Thank y-.” I started but Brady jumped in cutting me off.

“This is a private conversation Piers,” Brady growled, which caused Logan to step up to Brady, as he pushed me behind him.

“You want your ass kicked,” Logan growled back. “Again.” I could see his face, but I could hear the smirk in his tone.

“Bring it on,” Brady growled pressing his chest to Logan’s.

“Um excuse me,” A voiced called from the front of us. “I get you two want to be all macho man and alpha but you’re crushing the omega.” With that Logan stepped back allowing me too to see where the voice was coming from. It belonged to the omega I saw Logan hugging earlier. “There we go, hi!” He said as soon as he saw my face. He reached out grabbing my hand pulling me out of the middle of the chaos, which made Logan and Brady both growl. “Knock that off you are scaring the poor kid.” He turned to face me. “Hi, I am Holland.” His smile reached his eyes. “My friends call me Holly.”

“Um hi, I am Liam.” I stuttered back.

“I know who you are silly, we all do.” Holland laughed. “Now if these to knuckleheads are done trying to piss on your leg to mark their territory, I’ll walk you to class.” Holland straightened up and held his arm out for me. I looked back and forth between all of them Brady was glaring at Logan, while Logan glared back at him. I sighed and hooked my arm into his. “Great, now you must tell me where you go those shoes!” He asked as he pulled me down the hall.

“Um, I believe Macy’s,” I said. “So, what was that back there?” I asked.

“Oh, a pissing match, you are a hot commodity around here especially now, honey you’re gorgeous! You shouldn’t have been afraid ordu escort to be yourself!” I smiled and blushed at the compliment. “Logan thought you could use a pretty friend.” He laughed.

Holland was a bit shorter than me with solid black hair and big warm round eyes. His sun looked pale at first glance, but it was almost like a light glow to his skin.

“Wait I thought Logan and you were… you know.” I gestured with my hands with the universal sign of banging.

“What?” He laughed, and boy was it infectious. “Logan only wants you cutie.” I just stared at him. He sighed, paused, and turned to face me. “Look I’ve known Logan since he was born I am 3 months older and our parents are cousins. Logan has claimed you since the moment you first met.” He laughed.

I tried to remember the day we first met but the warning bell sounded off telling everyone to arrive to class.

“Well um, I guess I’ll see you later?” I asked stepping away heading towards my classroom. I stepped into my classroom taking my assign seat as other kids begin to funnel in I could feel the stares once again. For a pack that most people were okay with nudity, a man wearing women’s clothes was something more intriguing than that apparently.

“Excuse me.” Mr. Rich’s voice called to me. One a made eye contact with him I could see he was confused. “Yes, who are you?”

“Um, Liam Helms,” I said quietly.

“Oh,” He looked taken back. “Okay, you got a new haircut. You look fabulous.” He smiled sweetly at me and began today’s class.

I had made it through most of the first period when the principles voice sounded over the intercom.

“Liam Helms report to the office.” Everyone turned and stared at me. I gulped as I gathered my things. And made my way toward the office.

Upon entering the office, the knots in my stomach were back.

“Excuse me,” I asked the receptionist. Who looked up and smiled at me. “I am Liam.”

“Of course, have a seat Mr. Grant will be with you shortly.” She smiled.

I didn’t have to wait long before Mr. Grant had pulled me into his office to explain to me that he knew about the upcoming tournament and that I was being released from school, so I didn’t become a distraction to other students. I stormed out of the office I heard the scared shout of the receptionist as the door slammed against the wall as I exited the school.

My plan for living it up and finally getting to be myself just went up in flames. It was always a case of too little too late. My omega father had died in a car accident, it was a total freak accident, but I couldn’t help but blame myself when the reason he was out was because I had a bad day, and now that I think about it wasn’t even that bad, but he wanted to cheer me up with my favorite treat from Sweet Tooth a bakery that was in town. A deer ran out in front of him causing him to swerve and run right into a tree. If I hadn’t opened my big mouth, he wouldn’t have left the house that night and he would still be here.

I had been marching down to the bus stop when I felt a warm hand encase my arm and tug me around jolting me causing me to shriek.

“Shh baby its just me.” Logan’s voice whispered in my ear as he pulled me into his chest. I sighed and breathed in his scent is was woodsy with a hint of sweet mint and a dark chocolate, it made my mouth water. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” his voice sounded so cute when he whisp- wait I minute.

“Get off me!” I shoved him back. “Don’t touch me you jerk.” I turned to walk away when he pulled me against his chest again circling his arms around me as I wiggled to get free.

“Liam stop,” Logan growled as his arms tightened around me.

“No, you fucking prick how dare you?!” I resorted to kicking him when I couldn’t move my arms. Logan growled and wrapped his one leg around mine and cradled my head as he took us down onto the ground. He pinned my arms head and clamped his knees around my thighs, and pressed his stomach to mine, so I couldn’t move. I looked up into his eyes that just seemed to glow they looked yellow like a warm honey. My eyes traced down his face to his lips they were plump and so kissable.

Before I knew it, his lips were brushing against mine. They were soft but firm and tasted oh so good. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip pushing against the seem of my lips forcing them to open. He tasted like a warm cup of peppermint hot chocolate I groaned as our tongues began to dual with each other both of us acting like we were the best thing the other had tasted. I could feel my dick harden as I felt the slick on my bottom, at the same time Logan decided to thrust his hips against mine causing me to gasp and moan in pleasure at the same time. He did it again this time pressing his now hardening cock against mine rotating in circles.

“At that tournament, I will bend you over in front of everyone and claim you,” Logan said with a rasp to his voice. “And. Nothing. Will. Stop. Me.” he punctuated each word with a jab of his hips. “And you are going to beg, aren’t you?” He asked smirking down at me. One of his hands slide down my osmaniye escort leg lifting it up locking it around his hip, so he could get better pressure between us. I could feel my heat teetering on the edge.

His hand snaked in between us as he crushed his lips back to mine. He had unbuttoned my pants pulling out my hard cock he now alternated between stokes of my cock with a thrust of his hips. A fog had begun to cloud my mind as I was helpless he timed it perfectly so that each thrust of his hips timed up with a stroke of my cock.

“Logan please.” I whimpered as he increased his pace. I could feel the tension in me tighten like how a boa tightens and constricts around its prey, crushing until finally, it snaps.

“Cum for me baby,” Logan whispered in my ear. I snapped, and it was glorious. I came with a shout that turned into a moan. The fog clouded my vision I don’t know how long it took me to come back around, but when I finally did Logan was smiling down at me. “Welcome back beautiful.” I wanted to smile at him, but I just couldn’t. he had betrayed my trust before I could even give it to him.

“Get off me,” I said, my voice sounded defeated.

“No not until you let me explain.” He asked putting most of his weight on top of me, and locked eyes with me. His eyes turned sad, “Please.”

“I am not about to have a conversation on the ground with my dick out, Logan.” I sighed

“Then go on a date with me?” He asked smiling.

“When?”

“Right now.” Logan laughed. I sighed and pushed him back as he leaned back on his heels, as I tucked my now spent cock back into my pants.

“Fine.” I sighed. “But you’re paying and no funny business,” I said as I stood up slipping my heels back on.

“Well, no funny business for you anyways.” Logan laughed as he held his hand up the was covered in my spunk. His eyes locked with me as he licked his hand clean causing me to whimper as his tongue flicked in between his fingers. Once his hand was clean he wiped it on his jeans standing up. “Come on you’re going to look so hot on my bike.” Logan drove a 2018 Kawasaki Ninja that was a blood red and matte black. And he was right I looked amazing on it.

He drove to a small little dinner outside of town called Daisy’s. They were like a 50s style restaurant and bar and had the best food with the best prices. He pulled his bike to a stop and helped me off and lead me by the hand into the diner. We selected a quiet corner booth away from everyone, selected our drinks and ordered our food.

“I know you are mad at me, and you have a right to be.” Logan started. “Look do you remember the day we actually first met?” He asked. I had to really think about that one. We had lived in the same community since we were both born.

“The first memory that comes to mind was that day at the playground, is that correct?” I asked as Logan nodded. “I was 5 and Franklin Peterson pushed me off the swinging bridge.”

“He did, and do you remember what happened afterward?” I shook my head no; my papa had scooped me up and carried me away to tend to the scraped palms and knees I had received. “Because of my father and his ability to shift faster than most I could shift from a young age. Well, I felt this pull to that day and when I saw him push you I went feral and shifted and attacked him. That day was the day was the worst day of my life.” Logan’s whole demeanor had changed he shoulders had slumped and his eyes started to glass over. “That day everyone labeled me as a troublemaker, I was not let around you, and my father left due to my papa being made an outcast for letting my father teach me how to shift. The Petersons moved away but not before ostracizing my family and spreading the word I was feral.”

“Are you for fucking real?!” I half shouted. Logan shushed me. “Sorry, but did my father do anything about this? You were fucking defending me for fuck’s sake, and like 6.”

“According to my papa, your father didn’t press too much into the matter but had banned me from getting near you out of fear. But your papa would try to accidentally run into my papa, so they could see if we had a bond.” He explained as I remembered joining my father on his daily errands running into them, but we never spoke more than three words to each other. “But your father put a stop to that.” By this point, my blood was boiling for the pain Logan and his father had to overcome… and it was all my fault. “Hey now, it was not your fault.” My eyes locked on to his. “I know that is what you’re thinking right now it was not your fault baby. It was mine, my father had told me that with my gift I had a responsibility to control my anger and not let it get the best of me.”

“But that was years ago that doesn’t explain now.” I sighed as the waitress arrived to drop off our food.

“Like I said I had a responsibility and I failed not only you but my papa and myself as well. I didn’t like when other alphas got near you, and I’ll admit my anger got the best of me and threats and punches were thrown all while I watched you from the shadows, but the threats reached omegas ears and by that point, no omega would befriend you.” I froze with a fry halfway to my mouth my anger must have been noticeable because Logan held his hands up in surrender. “Baby I tried like hell to fix it. Once I had realized what I had done I had tried like hell I swear to you, but by that point, the fight with Joshua Baker had happened and no one would even give me the time of day.”

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If you think you might enjoy this real life effort from me could I suggest that you read my first two real life submissions? In my first Literotica effort I wrote about an affair with an older woman, Muriel. From day one I have had a thing for older women, my first being when I was 17 with a firecracker hot 46 year old neighbor that I had known since I was eight. I was 34 when I met Muriel who was 56 when we first went out for lunch.

I am an older guy now so this real life experience was many years ago but like some of my other experiences in my thirties it remains indelibly etched in my mind. The first few paragraphs might seem a little vanilla and removed from Bi but they are a stark contrast to where this amazing woman took her and our sexuality.

I knew Muriel from our tennis club where we would chat after our games. I had never played tennis with her, but knew that she had limited ability, whereas I was a ranked player in Ontario. I took some time to give her a few lessons that seemed to help her game. After one of these lessons she offered to take me to lunch as a thank you. Over lunch it was clear from the flirting and teasing that there was a mutual attraction.

For me, she fit my kink for an older woman; she was attractive and in great shape; and I found an appeal in that she was refined, a nationally known figure in Canada, and had even addressed the UN. She accepted my invite back to my place for a glass of wine. I think at that point we both knew that a decision had been made.

I am not usually very direct, but when she took her glass of wine out to the balcony for the view I followed her a moment later and started to kiss the back of her neck. She responded with a little shudder and slightly pushed back against me with her backside. While I continued kissing her from behind I reached around and began to fondle her amazing breasts, and moved from fondling to unbuttoning her blouse and releasing the front clasp on her bra to release her surprisingly firm breasts.

So here I was partially undressing her in semi-public on the balcony, massaging her ultra-sensitive nipples and we had not even kissed yet. I found this to be a real turn on and when she started to turn around I held her in place. I was enjoying this control and exposing her on the balcony while I brushed away her halfhearted attempts to cover herself. She later admitted that she was getting off on this.

Finally I turned her around and was thrilled to find that she was a passionate deep kisser. Moving to the bedroom I undressed her and took my time exploring her with my tongue and hands. As I began to finger her moist pussy while we were passionately kissing she had a mild orgasm, if there is such a thing. She gave no sign of needing a break, so I decide to kiss my way down to her pussy. Before my tongue was anywhere near her clit she was letting out low moans and writhing.

I decided a tormenting build-up was in order and spent some time kissing, licking and nibbling her upper thighs, buttocks and pubic area…taking care to avoid the sweet spot but maintaining a prolonged tease that was getting lots of reaction. She jumped as if she had received an electric shock when I started to rim the outside of her anus, and really got into a rocking rhythm when I stopped flicking my tongue and started to drive it into her lovely pink anus.

When I looked up I saw that she had pulled a pillow over her face and was softly moaning into it. When I slid my tongue from its ministrations to her anus and into her vagina she threw of the pillow and put her hands on the back of my head and created her own rhythm with my tongue by pulling me into her. At this point she was really moaning and into it. I was in no hurry to bring her to orgasm. This was our first time in bed and I had her completely at my mercy and I was really enjoying the way that she was enjoying being pleasured.

Finally I moved the tip of my tongue to her clit and began to barely lick it, just teasingly flicking it, hardly applying any pressure. Frankly I wanted to really draw this out to the point that she would just about beg to cum. To my surprise, she came quite almost instantly and violently. Surprisingly, she then began sobbing a few tears. When I took her in my arms she explained that she had only had sex with one man before me, her ex-husband of 35 years. He was not only a dud in bed, but something of an all-round pig. She had never had a man go down on her and had only tried giving a blow job a couple of times. All of this of course was related to a dull sex life with her dullard ex-husband.

We chatted while kissing and cuddling. She told me that this oral experience was the most exciting sexual experience ever for her. She had spent her life imagining what it would be like so this first time was a massive release. From there we saw each other frequently and really tuned into each other sexually as her long suppressed desires were awakened. I was hugely turned on by her genuine openness to share her fantasies, including bondage and spanking.

We bursa escort both loved it when I would tie her hands behind her back and have her kneel down and suck on my cock, and then I would alternate this by pulling her up over my knee and giving her a pretty hard red bottomed backside spanking. We had a safe word that she never used even though I sometimes brought a tear to her eye. One night she coyly shared a fantasy to have a MFM threesome. Over a couple of weeks she brought it up again and it was clear that she was turned on and actually interested. I suggested that we meet my friend James who was very much into 3somes (and was Bi) for coffee to see if there was a mutual attraction, and sure enough they hit it off and a date was arranged.

It would be an understatement to say that our first 3some together was fun. It was erotic, raunchy and there were lots of laughs and good conversation. I really got off sitting back while I watched her being fucked by my good friend James, and she would playfully look over to me and smile from time to time. James had lots of ideas and had the wild idea to have Muriel kneel on the floor and perform oral on both of us. She later told me that having a cock in each hand and alternating them into her eager mouth was a real turn on. It was astonishing to watch and chat about her performance while her hands and mouth were full! She certainly had a few hours of undivided attention that afternoon as we tried almost everything imaginable in a threesome.

Her favourite was lying on her back while one of us performed DATY on her while she was DFKing with the other. She was not shy about telling us to switch positions from time! It was also a huge turn on for her and me to have her lay between us and move her head from side to DFKing James and then me. I just loved watching from so close as she and James wrapped their tongues together as they kissed. Almost like team work we moved from her mouth to her ears to her nipples which she really liked. They were very sensitive, especially the tips. She confided that on top of feeling great, including an involuntary mild orgasm, that having both nipples being sucked at the same time was an enormous ego boost.

Our meetings with James were somewhat regular and always hot as hell. I had always fantasised since puberty about trying Bi. It was more than a passing fancy as I thought about it often and had some great fantasies about it when I masturbated or even when I was having sex with a woman. It never crossed my mind that it could become real which was a shame because as I watched my friend James fucking my BFF cougar friend Muriel, and watching her sucking his rigid cock I was actually a little jealous and of course turned on in more ways than one.

One day when Muriel and I were alone in bed she mentioned that she could see that I was really turned on watching her. She mischievously confessed that when she was performing oral on James she made sure that she positioned herself so that I could get the best view possible, often winking at me as she slid his cock slowly all the way in and out of her mouth, knowing that this was something that I really liked. She said she felt like she was performing in a porno show for me. Now she certainly had this right but little did she know that there was a little more to it than I could admit.

If you have read my first Literotica submission you know that my first Bi experience with James was a sort of fluke and just the two of us. This left me in a quandary. Muriel did not know about this and I felt that we could hardly get together as a threesome and have this as a secret. Apart from anything else how would I be able to resist his cock? I was pretty sure that Muriel would be turned off by this. I had known a few women that professed to be really turned off by man on man sex. We were good friends and I owed her the truth so I arranged to meet her for lunch fully expecting her to be turned off and end our arrangement. To no real surprise she was certainly taken aback, explaining that she thought I was the last man on earth she would have expected to try Bi let alone going as far as the bottom in anal.

The surprise was that she thought it was erotic. She had known that James was Bi and had wondered if he would ever approach me. In fact she thought that he might well ask me, be rebuffed, and that it could end our 3somes. I could tell that she was genuine about this as she wanted to know all about it in as much detail as I could provide. We went back to my place in a state of high excitement. I had told James that I would be telling Muriel and my concern that she might end the relationship. So before we climbed into bed I called James, put him on speaker phone, and we had a fun 3 way chat with some inferences from James and Muriel about how I was to perform for them.

When we got together a few days later I was surprised to see a side of Muriel that I had never anticipated. This was the take charge Muriel. In our relationship I çanakkale escort had always been the take charge and take the lead partner. She later explained that she really enjoyed this but now knowing that I was the sub in Bi that this had given her some new thoughts that excited her. With this new dynamic there was a little nervous awkwardness when we all sat down with a drink. Seems odd given how intimate we had already been with each other. I usually started things by slowly caressing Muriel but as soon as I started she gently stopped me and told James to strip down and come and sit next to her. She then told me, fully clothed, to kneel in front of James.

She than took his flaccid cock and pushed my face down and told me to make it hard. So there I was performing a blow job with an audience for the first time. I have to say I found it a turn on doing this while they casually chatted away about my performance and Muriel playfully telling James she never thought she would end up dating a cocksucker! Listening to her instructions while I was down there was not only exciting but playing into this new found submissive persona that I was really getting into. Instructions like “lick his shaft”; “suck his balls”; “deep throat him”. The best was to tell me not to use my hands as she wanted James to cum someplace other than my mouth. James was hugely into this as he was as erect as a flagpole without too much oral attention from me. After a while she told us to stand up and asked James to undress me.

This was an odd feeling being undressed by another man, but I could tell that she was enjoying this and giving instructions. Her next instruction was for James to kneel down while I was standing and suck on me. This was a first for me with James and I was really enjoying it. As much as James was the Bi take charge guy he really enjoyed performing oral. While he was blowing me I asked Muriel if she was OK with this Bi thing and she excitedly exclaimed “are you kidding, this is fun”.

After a while she suggested we go up to the bedroom. She asked James and me to get on the bed and perform a 69 for her. She explained to me much later that night that she had never seen a blow job being performed, even in a porno, and was surprised how much she enjoyed watching. I know that James and I, knowing that we had an audience, were trying to make it erotic looking in addition to giving our partner satisfaction.

As she was watching, Muriel finally undressed and sat on the edge of the bed. I was on the top of the 69 and as my cock was sliding in and out of James mouth she fondled my balls, which was electrifying under the circumstances. She then moved to the other end and lifted my head by my hair and slightly pulled my mouth off of James cock, took his cock in her other hand and then used me by alternately pushing me down onto to his cock and then pulling me up, essentially face fucking me with James erection. Occasionally she lifted my face up by a couple of feet so we could kiss and then before she had me resume she would take a minute to suck on James herself.

At one point when we were kissing she whispered in my ear “I cannot believe that you were worried that I would not enjoy this”. After a while she asked us to switch 69 positions and she kept up her attentions, only reversed. We had been at this 69 for some time when James stopped, lay on his back and directed us both to go down on him. It was strangely exciting to team up, put two mouths on his erection, watch while one of us deep throated him and then passed his cock to the other to carry on. We managed to contort ourselves at one point so that I had his balls in my mouth while Muriel was sucking on him.

The newly assertive Muriel decided that it was time for a change when she announced that she wanted to see me fucked by James. She explained, “after all, he has fucked me enough times!” She asked James how we were going to go about this. At this point it took me some time and preparation to get loose for anal and I had only done it lying on my stomach, hips propped up on pillows. As I settled myself in the position James took out the KY but Muriel took it from him and said she would like to do it. She had never finger fucked me in our one on one sessions. She took her time and as my sphincter loosened she inserted two and then three fingers. Having gotten me loose she then started to really finger fuck me to the point that I was bouncing up and down to her rhythm and driving my ass up to her hand as I anticipated her next thrust.

I had my head buried in the sheets focusing on and enjoying the moment as if it was my last day on earth. I was intent on not losing this great rhythm that I had going with Muriel’s driving finger fucking. When I did turn me head sideways I saw that while she was finger fucking me James was kneeling on the bed with Muriel sucking on his cock. To different degrees and for our different pleasures all three of us were moaning a little at our various enjoyments.

Without rize escort changing position Muriel had me prop myself up on my elbows and told James to kneel in front of my face so he could take my head in his hands and pull me down onto his very erect cock while she kept her fingers inside me albeit no longer finger fucking me so rigoursly. She then announced that she had me ready and that it was time for, as she described it, the main event. She seemed to enjoy taking his erection and guiding it into my anus. James knew that I liked the sensation of him slowly sliding almost all the way out and then slowly back in again.

As he did this Muriel stroked my back and from time to time leaned over and kissed James. He was certainly in heaven. After a while she positioned herself so that with a small adjustment in position by me I could lick her clit. It was an awesome scene. James fucking me; Muriel having her pussy licked; and the two of them happily chatting away while I was busy being used on both ends. James finally came quit violently to some pretty hard ass fucking on me. The rest of the afternoon passed with Muriel pretty well being the centre of attention, and finally James left. As we cuddled in bed Muriel shared that she had really enjoyed this new level of our sex life.

It was 4 weeks before our schedules allowed us to get together again, but in the meanwhile I had seen James a number of times. More and more he became sexually dominant and I had become his sub. He had seduced me into moving on from my preference to be fucked while I was on my stomach. I had gone from real awkwardness about the missionary position to wanting, and some days, needing to be fucked like this. I would wrap my legs around his body and do everything I could to find his rhythm and contract my anus to squeeze on his cock. There was no question that he had his best orgasms when he was taking me this way as opposed to me lying on my tummy. He told me it was a big turn on when I explained that it was not only very sub to be taken this way but also felt very feminizing for me.

More and more James was discovering my attraction to the pain side of being his sub. He knew about this from biting my ass as he went through our ritual of getting my ass ready for him slide into. He had progressed me to being bitten all over. We had a code of “8” is very hard and incredible, “9” is just about too hard and “10” too much. Codes that I still use today in my BDSM world. There is something electrifying in BDSM about losing all thought and control when you are driven to focus in a tiny moment controlled by pain and at the discretion and control of someone else. When James had me ride him cowboy style for the first time he added a twist that took me by surprise.

While I was riding him he held both of my nipples and squeezed them hard to the point me almost not being able to bear it. Not only that but he also pulled up and down on them to the rhythm of his thrusting his cock up inside me. And this time not to my normal slow in and out. I felt like a rag doll bouncing on top of him and was moaning from being driven so hard and from the pain being inflicted on my nipples. In truth if this nipple pinching and pulling had not been during intercourse I would have cried stop. But I could see that James was perhaps more excited than I had ever seen him before. When he came it was with a real rush and whist I was really happy to have satisfied him like this I knew that I could not have continued much longer.

James owned a dental lab and was quite well known for building models of trains, planes and boats. So he was quite a craftsman. Knowing this, I did not expect his next surprise. He built a leather harness that went around my waist and upper legs. It had two brass handles that he could hold and it also had two restraining straps that could bind wrists. By this time in our relationship I was past reservations and looked forward to the thrill of my sub role. Inwardly I was not too sure about this harness, but put on a brave face to try it out for him.

After some initial foreplay James had me trussed up in the harness, bent over doggy style, with my wrists secured behind my back by the restraining straps. It felt completely vulnerable; exciting and nervous beyond words. It was my first time being used in doggy. James left me in this position for about 30 minutes without attempting to fuck me. During this time he spread KY on my balls and cock, and took my balls in his left hand and fondled my cock with his right.

He had no intention of allowing me to cum but had me in a continual state of high arousal. He varied this with erotic biting on my back, sides and ass. He had mastered the pain art of keeping me at my pain level “8” so between this and his KY ministering it was 30 minutes of bliss. When he finally positioned himself behind me he began by working his finger fucking magic to loosen my poor ass. Because of the position that I was in I had not been able to suck on his cock so he was not quite erect, certainly not enough to enter me. He soon fixed that by sliding his cock up and down between my buttocks. And then the moment for penetration arrived. I was not sure how I would be able to handle this in doggy, warmed up or not. It was a little more difficult than normal but James was a master of careful penetration and eased me into a state of penetrated relaxation.

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Warning: This story contains incest.

“And then the dumb son of a bitch thought he would try to outrun the bull.”

Everyone except my cousin, Sean, the butt of the joke, laughed at his expense.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know,” Sean said bitterly though a smile teased his lips.

Sean, his brother, Shane, my two brothers, Ethan and Eric, and I were sitting around in our aunt and uncle’s barn. The whole family and some close friends had gathered for the end of summer holiday and to surprise our grandparents who had recently celebrated their fifty-fifth wedding anniversary. With the party over, us boys had retreated to the seclusion of the wooden structure to have our own time alone to catch up and reminisce. Shane and Sean also had two sisters who, along with my husband, Tim, had remained in the house with the others, understandably not wanting to be involved with whatever trouble and fraternal fighting the five of us would surely get into.

As our laughter died down, Shane, who, like me, was thirty-one, looked around the barn fondly. “Boy, having you guys here, this place brings back memories.”

“Sneaking beers and hiding from switches and ass whoopin’s?” Ethan asked having been a part of some of those experiences.

“That, too,” Shane said with a smirk. “I lost my virginity in that stall to Carol Rae Miller.”

Exclamations and curses of surprise broke out.

“Yep. And I took Penny Davis’s over there,” he said without remorse, almost boasting.

Our eyes went wide and we glanced over to Eric who had an angry expression on his face.

“You? You were the one who did that? Man, she was my girlfriend.”

Shane rolled his eyes. “Don’t be mad. Hell, you even said she was a lousy lay.”

“But that was my girlfriend. I was supposed to be her first.”

Shane shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, I fucked all of their girlfriends, too. Some more than once.”

While I sat quietly, not really surprised by that revelation, the other guys began to yell at Shane who did little more than smile unapologetically and finish off his beer before opening another one. We’d all already had one too many and with the turn in the conversation to sex and Shane’s confessions, I began to worry about my own secret coming out.

“Man, Ed,” Ethan said to me. “You’re so fucking lucky you’re gay. At least that way you know he wasn’t going to go after your boyfriends.”

Even though we lived in a rural town, I had come out as a freshman in high school and was surprised by how little push back I had gotten. There was some, but my friends and family, with Shane being the most visible and vocal of my supporters, had backed me up and after he and I beat one guy to a pulp, no one else said anything about me or gave me grief.

I shrugged in response to Ethan and hoped my face didn’t betray my nervousness but Shane caught it. His eyes locked with mine and a wide smile broke out on his face. With a look and a small shake of the head I silently pleaded for him to remain quiet but I knew it was not going to happen.

“With good old Edward there, I didn’t need to go after his boyfriends.”

“What do you mean ‘you didn’t need to go after his boyfriends’?” Eric asked looking between us.

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily in resignation as Shane said, “Thanks to me, even before he completely came out, he was well versed in taking dick.”

The barn fell silent and when I opened my eyes, our brothers were looking between us in shock.

Obviously enjoying himself, Shane continued. “Oh, yeah. Everything he knows about servicing a cock is because of me. Hell, not only did I give him his first dick to suck, I popped his cherry, too.”

“Bullshit,” Sean said slowly with a tone that made it obvious he was not quite convinced Shane was pulling his leg.

Shane beamed with pride. It was subtle but I saw the hand that was already resting on his lap inch over and begin to play with his package. “Hell, yeah, I did. Whenever we had sleepovers or went camping there was a reason why the two of us always shared a tent or kicked you guys out of the room and it wasn’t because we were the oldest. Hell, there were times that you little shits nearly caught us when he was sucking my dick or giving up his ass in one of these stalls or up in the rafters. Thankfully, y’all were some noisy sons of bitches and we could hear you coming. You guys know I was always in some pussy but he loved dick, or at least mine, just as much if not more. A few times I took out a girl and didn’t even try to fuck her because he had drained me.”

All eyes focused on me and my obvious embarrassment provided the corroboration for his story.

“Holy shit.”

“Unfuckingbelievable.”

Ethan winced. “No offense, bro, ’cause you know I love you, but that’s nasty as shit. You fucking fucked our cousin?”

“To be fair,” Shane offered, “I fucked him. Never touched his dick.”

“So much better,” Sean said sarcastically.

“In my eyes it is. He’s the one that’s gay, not me,” Shane said easily as his eyes bilecik escort returned to lock on mine. No one seemed to notice that he was groping himself and even though it had been years since we had messed around, I knew that he was thinking about getting his dick into me again. “While I never made it a habit to go around dicking guys, a hole is a hole, and I’ve had a few asses since his. But, I tell you what, after he learned how to do it, he gave me the best head that I’ve ever had and his ass was better than most of the pussy that I got. That’s why I was always letting him have it.”

Sounds of disbelief and disgust broke out again but stopped as Shane got to his feet and crossed the distance to stand in front of me. Still holding his beer, he placed his empty hand on my shoulder and smirked. “For old time’s sake?”

Like the others, I was sitting on a bale of hay and Shane’s crotch was now in my face but I looked up to meet his emerald eyes. At a height of six feet six inches, Shane was not a small guy and had a lean but filled out musculature from his work around his parents’ farm. Though we regularly talked on the phone and through social media, I had not seen him in person for any real length of time since I left for college seemingly a lifetime ago. Upon arriving for the reunion, I had been surprised by how handsome and rugged he looked in his stereotypical farm wear of boots, tight jeans, button down shirt and cowboy hat covering his short but shaggy copper hair. While essentially the same, his square face had matured and weathered slightly from working out in the elements on the farm he was going to take over someday and had no trace of the baby fat that had been on the cute, teen visage that lived in my memory.

As had been mentioned, I’d had a few boyfriends in high school after I came out, but Shane had been the guy I loved. I knew he was completely straight and never tried to go for more or anything but he also knew that I had more than familial feelings for him yet he never toyed with me. In his eyes, I was an easy, willing, and very convenient lay. I never told him no and learned how to work his cock the way he wanted it done and he never denied me when I approached him for sex. The times that he had been unable to have sex with a girl he was seeing was because I had gotten jealous and used his dick to the point where he couldn’t get it up no matter what I did. He never complained, though, because the sex was good and he thought if he pissed me off, I’d cut him off. I never would have but he didn’t know that.

Seeing him smile down at me, I smiled back as all of the old feelings for him rushed back. And when he gave me a short, upward nod from his head, I reached for his belt and fly.

“No. This is not happening,” Eric said.

Sean exclaimed, “Are you guys serious with this shit?”

Ethan hung his head and held it with a hand while muttering something inaudible to himself.

With Shane’s fly open I was assaulted instantly with the smell of musk and sweat on his crotch from the still hot Florida night. Not hesitating, I pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees and was not surprised to hear Eric and Sean let out new curses. My own breath caught as I revealed Shane’s not quite hard cock and immediately began to stroke it, stimulating it to grow further. It lengthened quickly and was soon at full mast.

Staring at the hard cock in my fist, it felt like old times. Shane’s cock looked slightly longer than I remembered, but the easy ten inches hadn’t changed much in girth. Like his body, Shane’s uncut cock was long and thin and capped with a blunt helmet that rested mostly on the top side of the tip. It was bisected by a long, wide piss slit that when looking at it directly reminded me of a mouth surrounded by two full lips turned on their side. Beneath the pale skin that held none of the dark freckles that covered the rest of his body, meandering blood vessels of different colors and thicknesses were visible. Growing out from a dense patch of untrimmed, copper colored hair, it had a gentle, shallow, downward curve, a result of gravity and the fact that he never got steely hard. Beneath was a low hanging sack containing a pair of balls that were large enough to complement the shaft above. Covered with sparse red hair, it had a few golden freckles on the wrinkled surface and my chin and ass warmed with a sense memory of what they felt like slapping against me. Finished with my visual examination, like a moth to a flame I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth.

“No!” the other guys yelled as my mouth and Shane’s dick got reacquainted.

“Fuck ’em, Ed,” Shane said to me with a laugh. He moved his hand from my shoulder to my head and set up a tentative pace thrusting his hips. “They’ve never had head as good as you give. If they did, they’d understand.”

“I get that a guy could mess around with another guy,” Sean said. “But no head or ass can be good enough to ignore that he’s your cousin, man.”

Shane turned his head manisa escort to look at his brother. “That’s part of what makes it the best.”

Sean shook his head. “That’s sick.”

“You wouldn’t think that if he was choking on your cock.”

“Guess we’ll never find out.”

“Stop being a little bitch and feed him your dick,” Shane said. “Be a man and get some for once.”

While the two brothers went back and forth, I looked over Sean. Nineteen and the baby of the group, he was six feet three inches tall and a smaller version of Shane. Though his eyes were a brown-hazel color and his hair was darker, closer to auburn, there was no denying they were brothers. I’d never given him a second look, but now I wondered if he was as hung and skilled as his brother but knew I would never have the chance to find out.

Eric’s voice cut through the two brothers’ argument. “That fucker’s eyeing you. You want to do it, don’t you?”

It only took me a blink of an eye before I pulled off Shane’s dick and responded figuring there was nothing to hide anymore. “Judge me all you want, but yeah, I’d suck his cock. And truth be known, I wouldn’t mind having a go at the two of yours.”

The four of them fell silent as I went back to work on Shane’s dick. Time seemed to tick by slowly before Ethan said softly, “Shit. Didn’t expect that.”

“You’re sick, man,” Sean said at the same time Eric said, “That’s just fucked up.”

Slightly annoyed but feeling the freedom truth provided, I pulled off Shane again.

“Oh, please. I’ve heard the two of you talking about the things you’d like to do to Lizzy,” I said to Sean and Eric, referring to another cousin who was in the house with the rest of the family. Fixing Ethan with a stare, I added, “And don’t think I forgot about how often you used to sneak peaks at Aunt Amy and our mother and beat your meat.”

“You jerked off to my mother?” Sean asked in disbelief. “And your own?”

Ethan blushed with embarrassment. “I was a horny kid. I didn’t know any better.”

I scoffed. “Maybe when you first started, but I know you had been doing it for at least two years when I caught you that time when I was home on break. I’m sure it didn’t stop then.”

Shane laughed while Eric and Sean gave Ethan grief about his masturbation habits.

After a few moments I broke back in. “My point is, we’ve all thought about shit like this. The only difference is I’ve done it and have no problems doing it again. So sit there and judge me all you want, but if you want what will most likely be the best head you’ve ever gotten, whip it out and get over here.”

Having said my peace, I refocused on Shane’s cock and ignored the others. I was genuinely surprised when only a few moments later I heard someone move, quickly followed by new curses and cries of disbelief.

I turned toward the commotion and saw Eric moving toward me and Shane while opening his jeans.

With a practical tone, he said, “Shit, why not? He’s offering and it’s been almost three weeks since me and Tracy did anything.”

Caring for five children, the oldest two being twins and the youngest two under three, while they both worked, I could believe that my baby brother and his wife didn’t have much time together.

“That’s your brother,” Sean said while Ethan just stared. “Your fucking brother.”

“Believe me, I know that.” Eric shook his head obviously hesitant as he stopped next to Shane. While he lowered his cargo shorts, he said to me, “I may not have a donkey dick to offer you like this motherfucker but this better be the best goddamn head I ever got. Understand?”

“It will be,” Shane assured him as my brother pulled out his dick. “That’s not a bad piece you got there.”

I glanced over and for the first time in my life got an up close look at Eric’s crotch. Though his cock was my target, my eyes were first drawn to the hairless, bloated sack beneath. To say that it was the size of an orange would be an exaggeration but not by much. It was tight against his body and held the promise of loads that would probably put Shane’s to shame. Moving my eyes away from it, I glanced up to the neatly trimmed bush and saw that Eric’s cock was practically half the length of Shane’s, topping out at about six inches. It was thicker than I expected but not to the point that it looked out of place on his narrow body. I was slightly surprised to see that the uncut crown at the end of his straight length was pointed, unlike mine that was more of a bullet shape. However, similar to my own dick, there was a thick, raised vein running along the topside just off center. From it, a few others branched out and wrapped around the sides like vines. While I spent a few more moments with my mouth on Shane’s cock, I reached a hand over and explored my brother’s dick with my hand. The heat it emitted was much greater than I expected and those raised veins had little give reminding me of the texture on a ribbed condom or dildo.

While I stroked him, I looked over mersin escort my youngest brother in a way I had never done beyond thinking he was generally attractive. At five feet ten inches, he was between my six feet height and Ethan’s five feet nine inches. Twenty-five, he and his wife were elementary school teachers and he also coached youth soccer, having played the sport both during grade school and college. Because of his athletic activities, he had a tight body that rippled with muscles that I had seen every summer when my husband, Tim, and I spent a week at the beach near where he now lived in a city on the other side of the state from where we had grown up. Unlike Shane and Sean, Eric, as well as Ethan and myself, had faces that were more of a diamond shape with strong jaw lines. My brother’s red hair was thick and he maintained the wavy locks at a fashionable shoulder length. When I finally moved off Shane and took him into my mouth, he sighed and let out a curse.

“Told you it was good,” Shane said as he stood there while I began to stroke his untended cock.

“He just put it in his mouth,” Eric said with undisguised awe.

“Wait until he gets going.”

“I cannot believe this is happening,” Sean said.

Shane turned to his brother. “You’d believe it if you got your cock out and got over here.”

“Sean, man.” Eric’s voice was breathless. “This is better than you’d believe. He hasn’t done shit yet and I already can’t wait until he comes to the beach this summer.”

Sean shook his head adamantly. “No. Nope. Not happening. You’re with me, right?”

He had directed the question to Ethan. When my brother didn’t respond immediately, Sean took in the longing look on my other brother’s face and groaned. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about it, too.”

Ethan shrugged. “Never got a bad blow job from a dude. And a piece of ass is a nice change from pussy every now and then.”

Everyone, including me, looked at Ethan in surprise.

Ethan huffed. “What? Really? Ya’ll are going to look at me like I’m crazy for getting a nut in a locker room or out in the field even though he’s the one over there sucking his brother’s dick after admitting to being Shane’s slut and saying he’d take us all on? I’m the sideshow? Really?”

“You can’t blame us, E,” Shane said with surprise coloring his voice. “It’s just you’re the biggest fucking stud around here—I swear you got more girls hanging on you than me—and you’re telling us you made it with another guy.”

Ethan stood and made his way over to us pawing his crotch. “More than a few. Like you said, ‘a hole is a hole.’ And since we’re admitting things, no sense hiding the fact that I’ve been fucking ass since high school whenever I needed it. There’s a reason Jake Tucker suddenly became my friend.”

I pulled off Eric’s dick hearing Ethan mention a football player that I’d had a crush on since middle school but could never become more than acquaintances with. I never understood how despite being my age, he had come to be good friends with my younger brother. In fact, they were still friends and Ethan hung out with him and his family regularly. “Jake?”

Ethan gave me a smile that was part smug and part apologetic. “I know you wanted him, but that dude has issues. Fucker still says he’s straight but he can work a dick as good as any chick. No offense, but if you beg to take it up the ass and willingly act as a cum dump for a football team, chances are you’re gay.”

“Wow,” I said after a silent moment before taking Eric’s dick back into my mouth. Though I agreed with Ethan that it sounded like I had dodged a bullet, I still felt some jealousy at having not had a chance to go at Jake.

Though Ethan was the shortest of the three of us he was the most muscular from his time in the Marines, reminding me of a bulldog because of the way his arms no longer laid flat at his sides. He still worked out regularly and, at twenty-eight, he was at the peak of fitness. His polo-style shirt stretched tight over his chest and his thick, dime-sized nipples were prominent against the fabric even in the warm air. Pressing against the legs of his khaki shorts was a pair of legs that each were easily twice the size of anyone else’s in the barn and I remembered the sight of his large, tight ass walking around the farm earlier in the day. On top of his head, his strawberry blond hair was buzzed short on the sides as it had been when he’d had a regulation cut but on the top was longer than would be acceptable and stood up straight, though he sometimes gelled it back in a low pompadour.

I had a lean body like Eric but with a good amount of muscle on it, though not nearly as much as Ethan. My own auburn hair was an easy to care for medium length with a side part. A neatly trimmed bright red beard covered my jaw and matched the bush of hair at the base of my cock that I refused to trim. Many people had told me over the years that despite my friendly personality, my emerald eyes appeared cold and unfriendly and I often used that to my advantage. In this moment, they watched intently as Ethan opened his shorts and peeled them down over his massive thighs. Still contained in a pair of boxer briefs, his already large cock twitched as it continued to swell. When he finally freed it and stroked it to full mast, I was somewhat surprised to see that he was significantly larger than both me and Eric.

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I’ll just start by saying that I’ve never attended any sauna that may get mentioned in the story. No names that are mentioned are real people either. It’s something I’ve purely put together based on fantasy alone. Thanks for reading!

Today was finally the day. I’d been waiting months to go and push myself to try the closest sauna to me which was a short trip south to Newcastle. It was a blessing in disguise when my manager told me I needed to do some training and the only place that did the training was an office in Newcastle. The downside was that they had booked it for a Saturday but it was only on from 9-12 on the morning. Although my parents and girlfriend didn’t need to know that. To them, I would need to be out all day. Having just turned twenty-one, I’d struggled with confidence for a long time and eventually found myself a wonderful girlfriend, but I couldn’t get the feeling of trying ‘everything’ once out of my mind. I’d been researching the 52 sauna for a long time, constantly checking on the website and reading other peoples experiences. This seemed like too good of an opportunity to miss and I therefore decided to bite the bullet and go.

The morning came around and I got myself ready in the morning, slipping on a brand new jockstrap, one that cupped my cock nicely giving me a nice bulge. I’d shaved my ass the night before to make sure I was nice and smooth. I was a fan of crossdressing, but wasn’t sure if this would be accepted at the sauna so decided against it. I packed a little bag with spare clothes and toiletries for after I’d finished and made my way to the training. Although the training was only three hours long, it felt like a lifetime. I was constantly looking around the room wondering if any of the male trainees had ever been and whether or not that they knew that in a few hours, I’d hopefully be on my back feeling a cock slide into me for the first time.

The training finished and my made my way into the city centre parking my car not to far away from the sauna before making my way over. I’d read on the website that there was a more discrete entrance round the back so I used that one. Having a quick look around me, there was only one old gentlemen walking away from my direction so I quickly ducked in the back gate and into the back entrance where I was greeted by the receptionist. The receptionist looked a few years older than me but not a lot older and gave me a warm welcome.

‘Hello there, are you already a member? Or is this your first time?’

‘Errrr……. no….. I’m not a member,’ I managed to stutter back in reply.

‘Oh well that’s no problem at all, I just need your name, date of birth and a form of ID please?’

I reached into my pocket and fumbled into my jeans pulling out my wallet and handing him my driving license which had all the details he needed. A wave of nerves had come over me since I walked in the door.

‘First time doing anything like this?’ he asked smiling in my direction.

‘Erm, yeah.’ I quickly responded with my head down towards the floor.

‘That’s not a problem, there’s some lovely guys in here who’ll look after you, I’m sure of it.’ He said. ‘Now, lets get you membership sorted Sean, don’t worry everything on our system is discrete, I’ll grab your towel and locker key and once your ready I could give you a tour if you like?’

‘That would be lovely.’ I grabbed my towel as the kind receptionist pointed me in the direction of the locker room and off I went.

I made it upstairs into the locker room and found my locker quickly, there was only a couple of other guys in there, a young gentlemen and an older guy. They were both walking naked, the older guy sat on the benches and the young guy was stood talking to him and his cock was impressive. He wasn’t even hard and it must have been at least 6″ and thick. I had to stop my jaw from hitting the floor and drooling all over the place.

I turned my back to them, shyly stripping out of clothes, bending over to collect my things off the floor, I could have sworn I heard one of the gentlemen say ‘mmmph nice,’ but when I turned around they were still in full conversation. The problem I now had was the raging erection which was threatening to rip through my jockstrap. I tried as quickly as I could to remove my jockstrap and get my towel around my waist. The towel did nothing to hide my erection and wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon. So I put everything into my locker, attached the key to my wrist and headed back out to see the receptionist, trying my best to keep my cock tucked up in the towel to avoid anyone seeing my erection. I don’t have a massive cock to say the least, average at best. But I’m a grower not a shower, so I’m glad it was erect as I made my way out.

As soon as I began to walk, my cock slipped down from the top of the towel and was now sticking straight out in front of me. I reached the door and I heard the older gentleman say behind me, ‘someone clearly likes what they bayburt escort see, don’t they?’ and when I turned around the older guy was rubbing his hand over his crotch while the younger guy stroked his cock. This made me blush massively and I made a quick exit from the locker room.

I found the receptionist just waiting down the hallway, no longer tried to hide my erection as it had proved to be pointless. ‘Right then, if you want to follow me and I’ll show you around?’

He took me round the full building, showing me the cinema, sauna, steam room, cafe, rooms with viewing points and the private rooms you could use if you paid for them. All rooms were fully supplied with condoms and lube for those who wished to use them and we could get more towels from reception if needed. The only place you needed to wear a towel was in the cafe area, any other area you could walk around completely naked if needs be. The tour finished and the guy from reception told me to enjoy myself before heading back to his desk, leaving me free to roam the area.

It wasn’t overly busy as of yet so I had a quick look around the rooms and could see a few guys jacking off, some giving blowjobs, but disappointingly, nobody was fucking yet. I decided to grab myself a drink and headed to the cafe to chill for a while, hoping someone else would make the first move so I didn’t have to.

I sat on my own for what seemed like an eternity but only just turned out to be under a hour, watching people come and go from the cafe area, some looking very close with each other and a couple of people fumbling underneath the tables before disappearing once again.

After a while an older gentlemen joined me at my table and we chatted for around 30 minutes. He asked me about my experiences and was shocked when I told him that I was a virgin and my eyes might be playing tricks on me but I could have sworn I seen his cock twitch under his towel. I told him I was a complete bottom and was looking to get fucked, he gave me a few tips on good places to be which was nice. He made me feel at ease before leaving and heading off to the sauna. I realised I couldn’t sit here forever and eventually plucked up the courage to head to the cinema room. I thought this would be an easy place to start.

I entered the cinema room and on the screen was a cute twink being spit-roasted by two black guys who had massive cocks. At the time there was only one other person in there so I sat myself on the sofa, removing my towel from my waist and placing it over my legs, allowing myself access to stroke my hard cock under the towel whilst watching the porn on screen.

After a while, a couple more people came into the room, a few guys sat next to each other and you could see them jacking each other off while they were watching the porn, you could even see one guy getting his ass fingered while he sucked the guy off. This was getting me super horny now and as I was looking around, I felt someone come into the room and sat themselves next to me.

‘Hot isn’t it,’ he said.

I turned to look at him and it was the guy who’d sat with me in the cafe, he was naked and his towel on the floor. He was an older gentlemen, I’d probably say late fifties, and had an extremely nice cock which was hard and at least 6″ or 7″.

‘It’s nice to see you made it out of the cafe,’ he said, ‘I was hoping to find you in here.’

And with that he slowly leaned over, put his hand under my chin and turned my head to face him before embracing me in a body tingling kiss. I felt like I was under his spell, he used his tongue to force himself into my mouth while is other hand roamed all over my body, gently twisting my nipples causing me to moan into his mouth. He then dropped his hand down to below my waist and underneath my towel, first finding my balls and then dropping his fingers even lower. Instinctively, I pulled my legs up onto the sofa, trying to give him easier access.

‘Ooooo seems like I’ve got myself a right bottom slut on my hands here, you sure you haven’t done anything like this before?’ he said, laughing away as he did so.

I couldn’t respond, all I did was shake my head to tell him I hadn’t as he rose his hand up across my balls once more before taking a firm grip of my cock. I briefly opened my eyes and looked around. The 5 or 6 guys who were in the room were no longer watching the porn on the TV, there eyes were fixated on what we were doing. This only turned me on even more as my more new friend began to quicken his pace on his cock pushing me towards an impending orgasm.

He latched his mouth onto one of my nipples and that’s all it took to tip me over the edge. ‘Oh god, I’m cumming.’ I said loud enough for the full room to here, and with that I began to shoot my cum straight into my towel. Spurt after spurt while my body was writhing underneath the grip of a man for the first time, he made sure to milk every drop of cum out bartın escort of me before giving me chance to get my breath, while he cleaned up the cum from my body.

He leaned over again and kissed me and then said, ‘Why don’t you come with me? Let me break you in private before I release you to the rest of them?’ And with that, he picked up both of our towels, offered me a hand and off we went. He led me out of the cinema room and back towards the reception, where the guy who had given me a guided tour just a couple of hours before was still working. Only now I was as naked as the day I was born and my cock was no longer hard and had shrunk to its usual 3″ when flaccid. And I also had a guy with his hand on my ass while we waited.

‘Hello there’, my older friend grabbing the attention of the receptionist. ‘Do you have any of the private rooms available?’

‘Oh why yes of course, would you like it for the day? Or just a couple of hours?’ The receptionist then looked up and spotted me, and he let out a sly smile.

‘Just the couple of hours should do, just charge it to my account.’

‘Of course Sir,’ he replied reaching for the room key and handing it over. ‘Room 3, just the second door on the left, all condoms and lube are in the room for you.’ He winked in my direction as we headed off to the room, closing the door behind us and locking it.

I was nervous again and tried to make some small talk, ‘So what should I call you then? I’m Se–‘

He cut me off, ‘You can just call me Daddy.’ And when he said the word ‘Daddy’, I felt my cock spring back into life, once again starting to get hard.

He laughed, ‘You like that do you?’ He threw the towels to the side, pushed me on to the bed so I was now sat facing him and his cock was just centimetres from my face.

I slowly reached my hand out, taking a hold of another mans cock for the first time and I began to stroke up down his shaft whilst I brought my other hand to his balls and began to massage them, causing him to moan. I must have been doing something right.

I looked up to see his eyes locked onto mine while I played with his cock and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted me to put it in my mouth. I kept my eyes locked onto his as I moved my head forward, extending my tongue just so I could tease the tip of his cock, causing him to moan even more. Before I could do anything else, he walked over to the bed side cabinet, grabbed some lube and a condom and told me to get on my knees while I sucked his cock.

I shuffled myself up onto my hands and knees on the bed, and Daddy returned with his cock in my face again, so I began to tease him again, this time using my tongue to work my way up and down his shaft and then gently licking his balls. His hands were roaming all over my body, grabbing at my ass, feeling for my cock. Then he hit my ass with a thunderous spank causing me to nearly jump off the bed. I looked up towards him and he just said, ‘Suck it.’

I quickly took his cock into my mouth and began to suck on it, I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, so I tried to imagine what I like when my girlfriend is sucking on my dick. I began to suck on the first couple of inches of his dick whilst using one of my hands to slowly work his dick whilst the other kept my balance. I was constantly listening out for any noises he was making to tell me things were going well and I could here him constantly groaning as I worked his cock. A quick glance up showed his eyes were closed and his head tilted back. My confidence was growing.

‘Oh god,’ he groaned. ‘There’s no way this is your first time.’

He then proceeded to take hold of my head and began to fuck my face, his cock rifling in and out of my mouth. I was gagging, eyes were watering, struggling to breathe as he rammed his cock down my throat until he managed to get his full cock into my mouth and he held it there before removing it, leaving me gasping for air.

He gave me a few seconds to catch my breath before once again slapping me on the ass only this time not as hard and told me to turn around. I was now facing away with him as his hands roamed my ass once more. I then felt something wet working its way onto my ass and when I turned back he was on his hands and knees and was licking away at my ass hole, and every now and then he would drop a little lower and tease me by licking my balls. Everybody needs to try this at least once, I really couldn’t describe the pleasure of having my ass licked my another man, I found myself moaning involuntarily into the bed sheets as the sensation got colder and then I felt him slowly slide a finger into my ass. This only made me moan more as I could feel his finger in and around my ass, I then felt more pressure as he put another finger inside of me, making sure that the lube was all around and inside my ass.

I then heard him ripping over the condom before I felt a lot of pressure ığdır escort being applied to my ass. He slowly began to press his dick in towards my ass hole. He had both hands on my hips as my ass slowly sucked him in. With a little bit more pressure, the head of his dick popped through my sphincter, causing me to let out a large gasp that was a mixture of both pain and pleasure. I instinctively tried to pull away from him, but his strong grip held me down in position.

‘Ssssshhhhhh, that’s the worst part over with, I’m gonna let you get used to it before I carry on.’ He gave me a few minutes before he slowly began to withdraw his dick from inside me and then slowly began to push himself back in.

The pain that I felt before was slowly fading and was now being replaced by an intense pleasure. I gripped the bedsheets in front of me as he began to fuck me. There was no holding back now as he began to pound me from behind causing me to moan loudly, so loud that I’m almost sure anyone on the corridor where we were could hear me, I bet even the receptionist could.

‘Yeah, you like that don’t you, your going to turn out to be a right cockslut aren’t you?’ He said whilst spanking my arse once more, I was almost certain I was going to leave this room with a nice hand print on my arse. I looked down and my cock was leaking so much pre cum.

‘Yes, I fucking love it.’ I shouted in response.

‘Yes WHAT?’ He responded, slapping my arse once more.

‘Yes Daddy, I fucking love your cock, I’m your little cock slut!’ I honestly don’t know what came over me, this is what it must be like to be cock drunk. I’d always imagined what it would be like to be fucked like a woman and it was certainly living up to its expectations.

Daddy pulled his cock out of me before spinning me around on to my back and quickly inserting his dick back inside of me, my hard cock now standing straight up and leaking pre cum. He slowly worked his hand all the way up my cock, collecting all the pre cum before bringing his hand to my mouth and feeding it to me. I’d tasted my own cum before so this just turned me on even more. Fucking in this position was so much better, I could watch him as he worked my ass, and the sensation was different, almost more pleasurable.

‘Oh fuck, Oh fuck.’ I exclaimed. ‘Can we stop? I think I need to use the bathroom.’

‘No, no!’ He quickly responded. ‘That’s good, it means I’m hitting the spot.’ And he continued to pound away at my ass, it almost felt like I was going to cum but wasn’t quite there.

He then started to stroke my cock and he must have only stroked it once or twice before my cock erupted with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. The cum from my cock went everywhere and mainly all over myself, one spurt made it to my face and chin and the majority of it went all over my chest.

This pushed Daddy to the edge and he quickly pulled out his dick, ripped off his condom before groaning to a finish, screaming he was going to cum. He quickly got onto the bed and aimed his cock at my mouth which I quickly took into my mouth, just as he started to cum, it almost spilled out the sides of my mouth but I managed to swallow it all before sucking him dry.

He got off the bed, chucking the rubbish in the bin provided before leaving me the key and telling me to hand it in when I was finished. And with that he was gone and I had lost my virginity. I took a couple of minutes to regain my composure, used the bathroom to clean myself off and freshen up before heading back to the reception and handing in the key. I also got myself a clean towel seen as though that one was full of cum.

I still had a hour or two left before I had to leave so being cock happy, I decided to go for a wander, disappointed that I hadn’t seen the young guy from the locker room, I eventually found my way into the main Jacuzzi room where there was an older guy and a younger guy just sat chatting. Filled with confidence I decided to join them. After a couple of minutes all our hands were exploring each others bodies before jumping out, drying off quickly and heading to one of the rooms where people could watch. Turned out they were waiting for a bottom to spit-roast and I arrived just as they were about to give up. They took me by the hand, leading me to the room before pushing me down on to my hands and knees on the bed.

The older guy came round to my face and shoved his cock into my mouth. Out the corner of my eye whilst this guy fucked my face, I could see the younger guy wandering around the room, making sure every viewing point was wide open, including the door. He then wandered over to the side of the table and picked some lube and a couple of condoms before passing one to the older gentleman.

I felt the lube trickling down into my ass and then the inevitable pressure that followed of the younger guy pushing himself into me. The pleasure of being fucked quickly returning to my body, causing me to moan and groan on the cock in my mouth. The young guy was behind me ploughing his way into my ass hole and spanking me with every thrust, and when he wasn’t spanking me, he had a vice like grip on my hips and the sound of his body hitting mine echoed around the room. They fucked my like this for about 10-15 minutes before deciding they wanted to swap positions.

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Part 2 – Second Time is a Charm

I could not believe what I had just done and how much I loved it! I grew up in a small rural town and homosexuality was derided and ridiculed but I just enjoyed it so much! I could not understand how something so pleasurable could be so frowned upon. I also knew that I still loved my girlfriend and that I did not want to give up her pussy and other various charms. Glen and I talked about all this and we both agreed to keep our sexual activities a secret in order to protect my relationship with my girlfriend.

Now that that was out of the way and I still had a boner we turned back to sex. I explained to Glen how the blowjob that he gave me was the best of my life. It was much better than what my girlfriend ever gave. I also talked to Glen about how much I loved sucking his cock. We talked about how even though I was not crazy about the taste of cum, I seemed to enjoy it and was now craving it. He told me not to worry that I could have as much as I wanted!

Glen now told me that he wanted to get a full look at my body. I was always proud of my body. I like playing sports and bicycled to work so I had a wiry athletic body. I undressed and Glen stood looking at my body. I felt very conscious and yet aroused standing naked in front of Glen as he looked me over. I nervously twirled around slowly to show him everything. Little did I know how in to detail he was.

Glen took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He made me lie on the bed face down. He ran his hand over my body, from the shoulders to the backs of my knees. It felt good. He then kneaded my ass cheeks some, as if he was preparing a glob of doe. This felt wonderful; however I was surprised when he pried my cheeks open and started rubbing my bud.

I moaned and lifted my ass. kütahya escort Glen placed a pillow beneath my hips, keeping my ass in the raised position and said, “you like that, don’t you?”

I just moaned, “yes.” I was totally surprised when he licked my asshole. It felt so nasty but seemed to create a beautiful itch at the same time! He kept on licking my sphincter and pushing his tongue inside. I loved it! I felt saliva running down my taint and covering my balls. This allowed Glen to easily penetrate a finger into my asshole. I was very nervous about it because I was afraid that he would be turned off by a dirty finger. I asked, “Do you want me to rinse myself out or something?”

Glen just said, “No.” I then felt something cold on my ass as Glen began rubbing his fingers up and down the length of my crack from my taint to my lower back. I was in heaven.

“I just lubed up your ass with some KY. It will make it easier.” Glen said. I now knew that he intended on fucking my ass and I was mentally prepared for it. So far everything felt so good that I decided to just keep my mouth shut. I felt something bigger in my hole and Glen mentioned, “I already have three fingers in! I can’t believe how tight and smooth your hole is!” I was disappointed when he removed his fingers but not for long.

Glen now climbed up over me and placed his cockhead at the entrance to my hole. I was glad that he was only about my size of six and a half inches in length and a little more than an inch in width.

I asked him, “Did you put a rubber on?”

He replied, “No, but I just came back negative on an AIDS test. I can show you the form if you want to see it. You will enjoy it much more without a rubber.” Boy was he right!

With malatya escort a gentle push Glen inserted the head of his dick into my ass. He stopped and I was glad because I felt a little full back there. After a minute he started doing the minutest rocking motions and it felt great. He slowly increased the length of these rocking motions and soon I felt his pelvic bone mashing into my ass. It was great and I was lifting my ass up to meet each thrust! The feeling was just like that exquisite need before a bowel movement but intensified. We had soon worked up a sweat and Glen was now pausing a little at the end of each thrust letting me enjoy the complete fullness of my bowels and the pressure of his pelvis on my ass. I could also feel his nuts swinging into mine at this time.

I was very close to cuming now so I put my hand under me and inserted my cockhead into my palm. This had the double benefit of giving my cockhead some contact with flesh and would also catch all the impending load of cum so as not to dirty Glen’s sheets.

When I came it was long and hard. I collected all of my jizm in my palm and brought it to my face. Making a show out of it, I licked it a few times and then scooped the whole load into my mouth. Sperm is definitely an acquired taste because it was so much better this time. I swirled it around my mouth, and mashed it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. When it eventually lost its consistency, due to its mixing with saliva, I swallowed.

Glen now erupted deep in my bowels. I could feel the hot spurts and then the invading strokes got sloppier due to the new lubrication. I felt a little sad that his seed was dumped in my ass because I would not be able to eat it. Boy, was I naïve! batman escort Glen twitched violently and after a few more strokes he just collapsed on my back. I felt so sheltered under him and my ass had such a nasty sticky fullness to it that I loved.

I could feel Glen’s dick shrink in my ass and it eventually plopped out. Glen got up and I could see some shit streaks and cum on his dick. It was then that I decided that I did not want to become a shitstabber. I would be content at the receiving end but did not want to insert my dick into a man’s hole. As I got up I shared this decision with Glen. He told me that I am, what is known as a bottom. He told me that it is perfectly normal and that most of the guys that he had experience with were bottoms.

Glen then invited me to shower with him but by this point his cum had started dripping out of my ass and running down the back of my thigh. I was embarrassed but I told him that I was enjoying the nastiness of it. Damn it felt good. So sticky and proof of the hedonistic sin that we had just committed!

Glen said, “Not only are you a bottom but it seems like you are a slut too! ManI am going to have a lot of fun with you!”

While Glen showered I continued to enjoy the nasty stickiness between my ass cheeks and on the back of my thigh. I also reflected upon what we had done. I had cheated on my girlfriend and did not feel bad about it. I had sucked a cock and it satiated a deep need. I had eaten three loads of jizz and loved it. I had also been fucked like a bitch from behind and knew that I wanted more! Not only that but Glen had called me a slut and it made me proud.

Once Glen finished showering, I entered with regret. I enjoyed the slutty nasty feeling but knew that I had to wash it off before going back to my girlfriend. When I finished showering Glen declared, “you are welcome back for a repeat at any time. I had a great time with your ass! I also have a lot more to teach you. Man, you’re gonna love it!”

I took down his phone number and left with the best feeling of revelation and natural high since I lost my virginity!

To be continued . . .

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I took his cum on my cheek, wiped it off with a Kleenex from my jeans pocket, and stood up from the park bench, ready to move on after he paid me. Instead he motioned me to sit on the bench beside him and, after passing me the two tens he’d had folded in the palm of one of his hands, stuffed his cock back inside his trousers fly and zipped himself up. He put an arm around my shoulders along the back of the park bench, used that hand to turn my face toward his for a kiss, and stroked my bicep with his fingers while we kissed.

“Can we just talk for a few minutes?” he asked.

“Sure,” I answered, thinking this might lead to an opportunity for a couple of more bills from someone I wouldn’t have to do a buildup with.

We were sitting within the shelter of a large pine tree with sweeping branches and looking out on one of the large open spaces in the center of Patterson Park in southeast Baltimore, not too far from the inner harbor, which then, in the early seventies was under robust redevelopment into a showcase city center. Redevelopment hadn’t reached this far out on Eastern Avenue yet, though.

The park wasn’t exactly deserted this hour before twilight, but there were many private places, like this bench, where men could meet for a tryst and not have a great risk of being seen or interrupted. This was a well-known place in Baltimore—the gay bar district was close by—for just exactly what I was doing here with a guy who called himself Tom and who I had met right here, less than twenty minutes ago, and had walked by a couple of times until we were both comfortable that the other one knew what we were here for and were interested. He’d wanted to talk before I gave him a blow job too. Often it was a quick suck and no talking. But this guy wanted to talk. He obviously wanted company as badly as he wanted sex.

He wasn’t really named Tom, of course, nor was the name I gave him, Dane, my real name—although it was close enough—but we both knew how it was with names. About as far as he’d gotten in revealing who he was was that he was a businessman in Baltimore for a couple of days on business. He was wearing a suit, which gave evidence to that. I just told him I was taking a year off before resuming school. I was dressed like a student would be.

We sized each other up. I could tell that he was attracted to my blond, curly hair and blue eyes and to my body, which was muscular, but toned just right for my size—not threatening but certainly not bringing “weakling” to mind. For his part, he was probably in his early forties but was trim and good looking enough. Not a standout, but definitely not a throw away. And he was dressed for success. Even was wearing a tie out here in the park, though it was pulled down from the knot. His suit coat was draped over the back of the bench beside him. His shirt cuffs were rolled up on his forearms, which showed a matting of curly black hair. I think he might have just come from meetings.

“Just out of high school?” He’d asked when we were sitting on the bench, sizing each other up.

“Yes,” I’d replied, “but I took a year longer at that than usual. I have trouble applying myself, they told me.” I didn’t tell them that I’d gotten set back a semester and moved to another school just because of that business with some guys on the football team.

“I want to go to college,” I said, “but I’d like some time off first. I’m kicking around the East Coast.”

“Where have you come from?” he asked me.

“Pennsylvania. West from here.” I didn’t tell him it was from a small farming community near Pittsburgh. I’d learned fast not to tell the guys I ran across everything about me. I’d also learned to make them come up with any suggestions. Which, of course, Tom had eventually. He obviously had wanted his cock polished. He seemed proud of it, and he had a good reason to be so.

“If you’re just drifting around, how are you covering your expenses?” he asked. “You doing odd jobs here and there? Is that enough to get you by?”

“I worked for a landscaping company while I was in school,” I answered. I let that cover what I could do to earn money here and there while I traveled. I didn’t mention that I had money stashed in a locker at Penn Station up on North Charles Street, enough to see me by for several months of travel on the cheap. That’s because I had, indeed, worked for a landscaper while going to school.

“But is it enough to see you by?” he asked.

“It’s never enough, of course,” I answered. He was angling for service, I could tell. That was what I’d been hoping for when he said he wanted to talk. I figured he had the money and was good for it.

That’s when he worked his way into telling me what I could do for him to earn some money. After all the roundabout talk, when it came down to it, he was very direct.

“I have this problem,” he said. “It’s called an ache in the balls. I’ll give you twenty dollars to suck me off.”

My response to that led me to kneeling between his artvin escort spread thighs, unzipping and fishing his tool out, and giving him a twenty-dollar blow job while he leaned back in the bench, arms stretched along the bench back in both directions, and moaned his pleasure. I knew how to give a man pleasure with a blow job. I had developed the skill with the guys from the football team.

“Such a soft mouth,” he said, his voice dreamy, his eyes closed. “Yes, there, like that. Again, please. Ahhh, shit. Fuck. Oh, Christ. Is that a bead you’ve got in your tongue? It’s driving me crazy.”

Yes, it was a bead I had pierced in my tongue.

He’d come quickly and hadn’t make demands for me to deep-throat him. Very polite about it, he was. He moaned as I licked it off, and he remained, leaning back, eyes closed, and dong hanging out of his fly, as I made to rise and leave.

“No, please, not yet,” he’d said, opening his eyes and motioning me to sit on the bench next to him. That’s when he’d said, “Can we just talk for a few minutes?”

I’d thought that would be it; he hadn’t mentioned going any further. But I began to wonder about that when he wanted me to sit and make out a bit with him and “just talk” after I’d sucked him off. I did a bit of a look around on where we could go if he wanted to fuck me. He was nice looking and built well enough and his dick was nice, but not frightening, so I was willing to do it if he offered at least fifty. I could see that, in back of us, there was an ideal spot—hidden under the sweeping pine tree branches, the ground under there covered with pine needles.

That isn’t quite what he wanted, though. He was nuzzling the side of my neck and had his left hand on my thigh, when he whispered in my ear, “I’ll give you another ten if you let me jack you off.”

He did it right there, right then. He pulled my face into his for another round of kissing, while he unzipped me, freed my cock, and stroked me to an ejaculation. It was kind of nice, and he wasn’t at all dominating or threatening. He might have been perfect if I wanted it soft, but I was sort of partial to getting it rough.

“What are you doing for the rest of the evening?” he asked, after he was done and he’d pulled a package of Chesterfields out of his shirt pocket, offered me one, and then lit us both up with a flashy silver lighter. “Do you have plans? I don’t have any meetings tonight and am foot loose. There’s a club here—the Apollo Club—up, just off Eastern Avenue, in the Canton district I’d like to try out. I’d rather not go alone. We could stop in someplace for dinner, my treat, and then take in the club.”

“That sounds good,” I said.

“And then . . . maybe . . . I’m staying at the Belvedere on North Charles. Do you know that hotel?”

“No, I’m not from Baltimore. I’m just passing through.”

“But you might be willing to go to a hotel room with me?”

“Yeah, sure, if—”

“Maybe for, say . . . a hundred dollars.”

“OK.” I would have gone to the hotel room with him for less. I would have gone just to be able to sleep in a hotel room, even if there was a guy on top of me doing pushups on my body. This guy seemed a little soft to be doing pushups on my ass, though.

And that’s where, I guess, my Goldilocks story from the early 1970s started. Well, a bit after that. The deal with Tom didn’t go much further. But it was Tom who took me to the Apollo Club.

The Apollo Club was in a row of townhouses a block off Eastern Avenue that had been converted into various commercial enterprises. The club was in the upper stories of one of these row houses and there was a separate entrance to the basement with a sign, Nate’s Gym, over it. I was later to learn that these were connected businesses. The Apollo Club was a gay bar and music venue and the gym was for the club’s members—one membership card covered both, and there was an internal staircase between the floors as well as the separate outside entrances.

The main club room took up most of the first floor of the building. There was a bar at the side, a group of tables at the street side of the room, a raised stage for the bands at the back wall, and dancing and swaying space in between. The dancers took a position near the tables and the swayers lined up in a semicircle in front of the stage.

The band that night was one called the Drive Shaft, which was an OK name for a band playing gay clubs up and down the East Coast. They played loud rock and they were the personification of rockers—long hair, garishly colored tight pants, high-top boots, no shirts, and headbands. I think they were picked to be in the band as much for being hunks as for their music ability. I was taken with both. They definitely were studs and the music was about the same level of competence as the band I had done some singing for back in Ivywood, Pennsylvania. It wasn’t so much that it was great, as that it was familiar and made aydın escort me a bit homesick.

Tom was sitting back in his chair, butt on the front edge, at one of the tables. Most of the clientele was younger than he was and I’m not sure that the Apollo Club was what he was expecting. I was up with the swayers, right in front of the lead singer, gyrating to the music and lip-synching his songs whenever he was doing one I knew. I caught his eye and he caught mine and we swayed and sang together, cutting the rest of the room out.

Next thing I knew there was a late forties, balding guy in a cheap suit, a shirt open down to his navel, a hairy chest, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a collection of chunky rings on his fingers putting a hand on my shoulder. I looked around, but he was looking up on the stage. I did too and saw the singer giving him a nod.

The man leaned in to me and yelled in my ear over the noise, “You a player, son? For men?”

“Yeah, sure,” I yelled back. Why not? We were in a gay bar. I really shouldn’t have been in here because I wasn’t old enough to drink. Of course I’d had a couple of beers already. But I was gay and I fucked for money, so that part wasn’t anything to hide.

“Want to meet the band?” he asked.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

“They’re off in another ten. Come on back to the lounge, where they unwind. I’m Ed, their manager.”

I looked over at the tables to see what Tom was doing. Tom wasn’t sitting at the table. I don’t know if he just went to the john, or was at the bar refreshing our drinks, or had had enough of the club and had left. And I would never know, because I was following Ed through a beaded-curtain-covered doorway at the side of the stage and back to a dressing room with couches for lounging—and, as I found, for fucking.

There were five guys in the band, and, as far as I know, I sucked and was fucked by all five of them over the next couple of hours. Thanks to a stash provided by Ed, I was high after the first fifteen minutes or so, so I couldn’t be sure. Before that fifteen minutes were up, though, I had the lead singer’s dick inside my ass and the drummer’s dick in my throat—at the same time. They had lines of cocaine set and I was offered that, but declined. I didn’t decline the reefers, which must have had something stronger than pot involved, the poppers, and the bottles of assorted liquor they passed around.

The lead singer held me in a standing clutch as soon as they entered the room, and we kissed as we felt up each other and he got my jeans and bikini briefs off. Then he had me on all fours with my mouth on the drummer’s cock, while he mounted and fucked me doggie style. He was replaced by the bass player, and after that it got fuzzy. Ed, the manager, was floating around managing, or at least functioning as a gofer.

I woke up in the morning, hung over, in a cheap hotel room. A neon sign running alongside the uncurtained window on the outside was flickering in red. I could see a lit R, followed by an unlit I, and then a lit L and E. Presumably the sign continued above and below the window. I was lying on top of the sheets, naked, on my back, my legs spread and bent. A hard pillow was stuffed under my tailbone. Ed, the manager, also naked, was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning over the nightstand, and taking a line hit of cocaine.

From the soreness and spasms gripping my channel I knew I’d been fucked royally—often and recently.

He rose from the bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom. From the back, he looked a bit pear shaped—but not too bad. His ass was fat. I heard him pissing in the toilet and the toilet flushing and then he was walking back to the bed. He had a beer belly, but again not bad for his age. He looked maybe five months pregnant. His chest was hairy and his pecs on the verge of going flabby. He was still wearing the gold chain. He had wisps of brownish hair combed over a bald spot on top of his head, but not enough to fool anyone. If he’d had the hair on his head that he had on his chest and his bush he’d be OK. He was stroking himself and I couldn’t see what he had to stroke, which wasn’t a good sign for him, but it meant I wouldn’t be taxed—or hadn’t already been taxed, I guess. From my position on the bed, I’d have to assume he’d already fucked me—along with some country’s army. The last I knew it had been dark and I was in the club. Now it was light and I was in his bed.

He dropped his hand as he approached the bed. He’d managed to stroke himself to an erection. He couldn’t have been more than four inches, but they say if it’s enough to reach the prostate . . .

And it was enough. He came onto the bed, grabbed my ankles and wishboned my legs, crouched over me, thrust up inside me, and began to pump me. Yes, he must have been inside me at least once in the night. It felt squishy inside my channel from an earlier deposit or two—recently—and I’d balıkesir escort remembered being douched late the night before. The band had thought that was amusing. I grabbed his biceps, such as they were, with my hands, moved with him, and made the noises of pain-pleasure I knew were expected of me. We both managed to come. He came quickly but held inside me and worked my cock until I’d come for him.

It was pretty much like that for the next five nights. He paid me fifty a day plus meals, minor drugs, and a few hours of sleep time in this luxury hotel.

When we’d “done it” the first morning and he was sitting on the side of the bed, smoking, and I was propped up against the headboard, also smoking—his smokes—he said, “Last night you indicated you had some experience working with a band.”

“Yeah, back where I came from I was in a band,” I answered.

“If you’ll be in my bed every night, we can take you on to help carry, set up, and tear down the instruments. Free food and booze. Coke and pot if you want it—if you let the band members do you too—and fifty a night. Interested?”

“Sure, what’s not to like?” I said. The translation for that was that it would be a string of days I didn’t have to dip into the stash I had in the locker at the train station.

“Oh, and you’ll get a club card too. There’s a gym in the basement. You’ll have plenty of time to work out there if you want. And your bod is so nice that I’ll bet you work out a lot.”

With that, he took my cigarette from me, stubbed both mine and his out on the surface of the nightstand, climbed on top of me, and fucked me again. He must have been extra horny that night, because there were nights he couldn’t get it up at all. Even when he did me twice, though, he couldn’t manage more than ten or fifteen minutes at a crack. He became my “too soft” Baltimore experience—not as soft as Tom, but not as nice either. By the second day I was regretting that I hadn’t gone to the hotel room with the businessman named Tom.

I, however, did like to work out in the gym. I didn’t think much at the time about him giving me a club card that included the gym, but that turned out to be the best thing that Ed, the band manager, did for me.

* * * *

The first time I saw Frank he was fucking a guy on a bench press at Nate’s Gym. It was the sort of place where that went on in the open and no one was shocked—more like everyone stood around watching and chanting “Fuck ’em, fuck ’em. Give it to ’em good.” And Frank was certainly fucking the guy hard. The guy was on his belly on the bench, which rose in incline under the bar hung in the stand at the end of the bench. His feet were pressed into the floor on either side of the bench and he had his tail raised enough to give Frank a good thrust angle. His arms were raised over his head, his fists gripping the bar. He was screaming bloody murder about Frank killing him, and, indeed, from what I could see of Frank’s weapon, pulling out of the guy’s ass, thrusting home, and then withdrawing to the bulb, and thrusting to the quick again, he could kill a man with it. He was hung like a bull, thick and long. His low-slung balls make a slapping noise on the guy’s inner thighs as Frank plowed him.

Even though the guy was complaining about the fuck, he held himself in place for it, so he must have had at least mixed feelings about it.

Frank was covering the guy from above, crouched over him, trapping the guy’s fists to the bars by his own fists. He wore brown leather driving gloves on his hands, the kind that left the fingers exposed. Frank’s sinewy-muscled legs were bent and pressing the other guy’s legs to the sides of the bench, and his feet, in gym shoes without socks and planted just to the outside of the other guy’s bare feet, were being used to leverage the rapid stroking of Frank’s cock. The bottom wore only a jock strap. Frank also was only in a jock strap, but his pouch was tucked up under his balls. Frank’s butt was tight, buns of steel. The cheeks were contracting and expanding in synch with his vicious thrusts.

Man was that guy getting fucked. I shivered from imagining it happening to me. I wanted to pull my eyes away from it, but I was mesmerized. The bottom was making a lot of noise, the signals on how well he was taking it and how much he wanted it mixed enough that no one was moving to extricate him.

Frank looked to be in his early fifties. I asked and was told that he didn’t say much but that he apparently was a cop and pretty high up in the rankings. He had been a Marine, I could tell—or had wanted to be one. The Semper Fi symbol tattoo on his bicep wasn’t the only clue to that. He had a buzz cut of graying stubble; the demeanor of command and purpose; a mean, piercing stare; and he was a man of steel—muscular but not muscle bound. Hard as steel, veins popping out all over his smooth body other than the trimmed salt-and-pepper bush, sinewy and gaunt. Each muscle was perfectly defined, hard, and no bigger than it needed to be to get the job done.

I was also told that he came and went as he liked, did as he wanted, and picked out whoever he wanted and fucked them to a puddle of whimpering Jell-O. He certainly did that that night to a young, twenty-something guy, who was more pretty than handsome and with a bit more meat on him than necessary.

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Friday finally arrived. I had been in such a heightened state all the rest of that week, thinking about the thrill of being with him, replaying the size and shape, the feel and taste of Donny’s incredible penis. I had jacked off mercilessly twice, even though I promised myself I would wait for him; I couldn’t help myself.

I dressed in jeans and a white dress shirt, commando style for quick access, and drove over to his place. I parked across the street and walked up to the door. My heart was pounding. The door swung open almost as soon as I knocked. Donny was dressed nicely, matching my outfit almost exactly. I wondered briefly if he was commando as well. He invited me inside.

We chit chatted briefly as we entered the living room, which appeared to be in a time warp; totally 70s.

“Donny?” his mother called from the other room.

“Steven’s here.” He called back over his shoulder. “I told her you were coming. I have almost no friends over anymore.” He confided to me quietly.

His mother appeared at the door, dressed in a housecoat that was the total match for the décor. She was shuffling a bit with a walker, but otherwise looked quite hale and hearty. I moved to greet her and shake her hand.

“Hello Mrs. …..” I paused realizing only then that I didn’t actually know Donny’s last name. ” …Mrs. Donny’s mother.” She smiled. I caught Donny react a bit out of the corner of my eye. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. …”

“Anderson.” She said with a bright, mischievous smile. “Katherine Anderson. Lovely to meet you as well.” She hadn’t let go of my hand. “Donny brings so few of his friends around.” she told me, with a quick glance at Donny. He said nothing.

Katherine really was lovely. She was middle to late 60s, 5′-8″ maybe, dark hair going grey throughout, large bright blue eyes, and had fairly large breasts, which was all that could be gained from studying the shapeless, zip-front, floral housecoat that hung from her breasts almost to the floor. Her nipples were obviously erect, as two long pleats of fabric hung from each one clear to the floor.

Donny helped her to a chair and I sat opposite. He offered a beer which we both accepted and he left us to chat in the living room. We chatted about me and my business, my life, marriage, divorce and kids. I asked her about her and Mr. Anderson and got the entire story of her life right up to that moment. Donny had returned somewhere in there with 3 bottles of beer and by the end of her dissertation mine was empty.

“So how long have you two been friends?” she asked me.

“Not long. Couple of months is all.”

“Where did you meet?” ‘Here we go’, I thought. The interrogation starts. I opted to be open and blunt. If she wanted to know, I would tell her.

“Well we met at Starbucks, but had actually, I guess, met online, reviewing each other’s writing.”

“You’re a writer?” she asked.

“Only amateur status really. Fiction mostly. Nothing published in print.”

“I’ve never read your writing.” She told Donny, turning her attention to him. Donny said nothing.

“Well, like me it’s only amateur stuff. He’s quite good, but nothing that you would have seen and heard about really.” Her focus remained on her son.

“I’d like to read some of it someday.”

We sat and chatted for quite a while. I liked her, she was straight and to the point, so I opted to be the same. I was frank about my family and my divorce. No girlfriends just now. Lots of friends but nothing serious. A couple of times, Katherine made comments about Donny not being serious about anyone either, that he spent a lot of his time alone; comments like that.

“Katherine.” I said aloud. “Katherine sounds awfully formal. Do you go by a nick name by chance? Kathy? Kate? Katie?” She wrinkled her nose at this last one. I smiled.

“Kathy sometimes.” She said. “Or Kate. Ander, my late husband called me Kay.”

“Ander?” I asked. “Your husband’s name was Ander Anderson?” She smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun. Everyone did when they first met him.”

“Well, easy to remember. And memorable.”

“He was also 6′-8″ tall and 250 pounds, so yeah. Hard to forget.”

“He sounds like a ‘Big Guy’.” I said glancing at Donny.

At a lull in the conversation, Donny jumped in.

“Feel like a soak?” he asked me. “We were thinking of using the hot tub.” He said turning to his mother.

“Sure, sounds wonderful. Help yourself.” Donny practically shot to his feet.

“Do you go in the hot tub, Mrs. Anderson?” I asked her.

“Please, call me Katherine.” She said. “Or …” Her eyebrows raised questioningly.

“Kat?” I asked after a moment’s thought. “Does anyone call you Kat?”

“Never.” She told me, a smile growing. “No one has ever called me ‘Kat’.” The smile lingered. I smiled as well.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yes, fine” her eyes sparkled a bit. ‘I was right’, I thought, she was flirting with me just a bit.

Donny and I got up and went kırklareli escort through her bedroom to the outside deck where the tub was. It was completely enclosed and hidden from the outside world. There were hooks on the wall for holding robes and such and we quickly and quietly kicked off shoes, peeled off shirts and finally, almost at the same time dropped our pants.

“Ooooh! There you are!” I said to his massive cock. “Hello lover!” I moved closer and ran my fingers over the length of his huge cock. I leaned in and we kissed briefly. “God I love your cock baby!” I held it up between us as we kissed deeply. It reached my chest. Looking into his eyes in leaned over, not too far, and kissed the tip, flicking my tongue over it. “I have been dreaming of this.” I told him.

We settled into the tub and laid back opposite each other. The water was wonderful; very hot!! We relaxed and played footsy for a bit and then Donny’s foot drifted up into my lap. I took hold of it and guided it to my erection. He moaned at the touch. His other foot cam up and I held them together and began fucking my cock between them.

“Oh Steven! Your cock is so awesome!” he told me quietly.

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad you like it.

I continued pumping in and out for a bit and then stood up to reveal my cock right at the level of the water. I was hard as a rock. Donny reached out to gently take me in his hands.

“Ooh yeah, baby! I love this hard cock.” He told me. “Oh Steven. Feed it to me baby.” He began to take me in his mouth. I stood with my hands on his shoulders and I began to thrust into his mouth. It felt so fucking good.

Looking over his shoulder, I noticed Kat moving into her room and laying down on her bed. She was facing directly at me. I looked around to try and gauge how bright it was inside versus the level of light on the porch. Could she see us I wondered.

“Oh Donny, baby. You suck cock like a champion, but I’m wondering if your mom can see us. She’s in bed now.” He lurched a bit and turned to check the sight line. I slid back into the tub, not wanting to upset anyone.

“I don’t know.” He said quietly. “It’s pretty dark out here.” His back was to me, as he kneeled on the bench with his arms on the edge of the tub, watching to see if she would look like she could see. I moved in behind him and slipped my hand between his thighs.

“Oooooh yeah. Give me that huge, gorgeous cock lover.” I whispered, stroking my hand over his balls and out along the incredible length of his shaft. He moaned in surprise and excitement. “Oh baby. You’re so big and hard for me.” He didn’t move, just let me move in close and stroke his enormous muscle.

“I want you in my mouth lover. I want to give you such a sexy blowjob right now. Feed me that big dick, Donny.

We both watched for a little bit to see if we could tell if we were visible. We didn’t think so. I had Donny stand, turn and sit on the edge of the tub and began happily blowing his huge cock. It was just as amazing as I remembered it being. Unimaginably huge and thick and long and full and hard and delicious, gently streaming precum. My tongue was coated with his thick cream instantly. I would lick up and down one side, suck it for a bit and then lick up and down the other side. It was heaven.

We both froze when we heard the door open behind him.

“Goodness it’s dark out here.” Kat said to no one in particular. I slid off his thick shaft quickly and quietly, remaining hidden by Donny’s body. I slipped back into the tub. “Would you boys like another beer?” she asked.

“Ooh. That sounds wonderful.” I said peering around Donny as he continued to sit there on the edge.

“Here let me get them.” She said as she turned to leave. I noticed that in my position she must have known that I would be facing directly into Donny’s crotch. He was obviously without any clothes, as he sat there.

“No please.” I said. “Let me do it. That’s too much for you to carry.”

“Oh you sweetheart.” She said turning back to us. “How thoughtful of you.”

I realized that I had no towel out there on the deck. “Actually we forgot towels.” I stated looking around.

“Oh, no problem, there are some in the bathroom right here.” She said but didn’t move.

“Oh, … Okay.” I said and then simply stood up and got out of the tub. “Thank you Kat.”

“Kat.” She said chuckling. “Kat. No one ever called me that.” She said as she watched me climb out of the tub, still quite erect. “I kind of like it.” She was watching me as I stepped past her. She placed her hand on my chest as I passed her closely. “It’s cute.” I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, making my erection even more noticeable, tenting out the front of the towel. I padded to the fridge and grabbed two beers.

When I returned Kat was lighting a lantern that hung on the wall outside the door.

“It’s so dark out here. This will give you a little bit of light at least” afyon escort she said. She remained and watched as I doffed the towel, exposing my bouncing hard on again and climbed back into the tub. “Enjoy.” She said as she went inside and closed the door. I watched around Donny’s body as she returned to her bed and laid back in place, with a direct eye line to us.

Donny slid back into the tub, gulping beer, appearing chagrined that we had almost been caught.

“You know,” I said quietly, “I don’t think she cares. I think she wants us to have fun.” Donny looked unconvinced. “I think she’s cool about the whole thing.”

“You think so?” he asked, genuinely. I only nodded.

I finished my beer and then took Donny’s bottle when he was done.

“C’mere stud.” I said, standing up again. “Give me some more of that wonderful head.” Donny turned to see what kind of view his mother would have of us and then, finally giving me a ‘what the fuck’ kind of look began to again give me his luscious mouth sucking me deeply. “Yeah. That’s it lover. Take it. Take it nice a deep. You give such wonderful, loving head baby.”

I looked up to see Kat sitting up in bed reading a magazine. Her glasses were perched on her nose as she studied it. I looked down at Donny’s sexy lips wrapped around me and he bobbed happily up and down my length.

“Oh yeah! That is so good. Your mouth looks so sexy around me.” I glanced up to see Kat watching over the tops of her glasses. She quickly looked back down at her magazine. I looked down into Donny’s eyes as he licked my length. His tongue hanging out obscenely, as he ran it up and down my cock. I was so fucking hard!

I looked up to Kat again and again she was watching. She took a bit longer to avert her gaze this time. I bit my lower lip and kept watching her. She glanced back up but only for a moment. I waited. She looked up again and watched me as I watched her. I had my eyes almost completely closed, but could see her through squinted eyes. She watched and watched.

I brought my hand to the back of his head and began fucking his mouth, giving her absolutely no doubt that her son was sucking my cock with passion. First her magazine dropped to her lap, then she set it aside. I opened my eyes fully and she didn’t look away. I just smiled and nodded as I kept thrusting my hips. She then removed her glasses and set them on the forgotten magazine. She was intent on watching the show.

I smiled and nodded, then she smiled and nodded.

“Oh Donny,” I whispered. “Oh yeah lover, suck that cock. Oh yes! Take me deep like that. Oh that is so good.” I leaned down a bit and whispered, “Your mom can definitely see us.” He didn’t even slow down. “She is watching us and loves it.” I looked up at Kat and she ran her tongue lewdly all around her lips. I nodded to her. “Oh yeah. She is loving this. I am loving this!”

I moved up to sit out on the edge of the tub and spread my legs wide open. Donny just moved forward and continued blowing me. It was so great! I gently combed my fingers through his hair. like a lover. I caressed his ears as he bobbed up and down on my incredibly hard cock. I looked up to Kat and when I did, she reached up and began to unzip her housecoat. She pulled it slowly intently down to her tummy, exposing skin all the way down.

She was laying back in bed watching her son, her own son bobbing his mouth up and down the hard cock of his lover, not 30 feet away, and was loving it. As she and I watched each other, she reached up and pulled the housecoat aside to reveal her large, gorgeous, perfect right breast. She pulled it out with her left hand and, using her right hand began to tease and pull the nipple. Her breast was nice and full and firm, with a hard nipple and large pink areola. It was the sexiest breast I’ve seen in years!

She yanked her outfit open showing me both of her big full sexy tits. She took them in her hands and held them out to me, imploring me to gaze upon them. I wanted to shoot my cum all over them. She jiggled them slightly and I started to cum. She could tell that I was ejaculating into her son’s loving mouth. She was smiling and nodding as I flooded her son’s mouth with warm, creamy sperm. She watched as Donny’s head stopped bobbing and he simply held me deep in his mouth, swallowing and drinking my warm cum.

She watched as he finally let me go, stood up to me and we kissed and embraced like lovers, knowing that I was now tasting the creamy sperm that I had placed on her sons tongue. I let her watch us as we made out passionately, my hands stroking all over her son’s body, grabbing his butt, reaching between us to stroke his immense penis. I even turned him to profile as I stroked the length of his massive tool and leaned over to kiss and lick the head. I looked up into her eyes before leaning down to engulf the enormous head in my mouth. She knew now that we were lovers in the best sense.

We finally collapsed a bit, amasya escort wildly overheated.

“I need to get out.” I told him. He agreed.

“Shall we shower?” he asked. I agreed that it sounded wonderful.

We grabbed our clothes and went inside, not bothering to cover up.

“We’re going to grab a shower.” Donny told his mother. I noticed that she had zipped back up again.

“Why don’t you use mine.” She said. “You can both fit in mine.” Donny had a look that was a bit shocked at the suggestion. I noticed that he had his pile of clothes held in front of him, while mine were to the side, giving Kat a clear view of my soft, but still full, cock. She made no bones about looking. I took Donny’s clothes and tossed them on the floor with mine. She was noticeably excited to have us both nude, semi-erect and our swinging cocks right there in front of her.

“Sounds great!” I said. “I’ll get him nice and clean …” I looked to her as I placed my hand on his chest. I made kind of a gentle scrubbing motion around his chest, dropped my hand to his stomach and then slowly down over his hardening cock. ” … everywhere.” I emphasized gently stroking his length

“Mmmmm sounds wonderful.” She cooed, watching my hand gently stroke her son’s huge cock.

“Oh it is.” I sighed. “It is so wonderful.” I stroked a few more times. She and I shared a look. “What an incredible, gorgeous, sexy penis.” I said, almost to myself.

“Thank you.” I told her. For what, she asked. “For being such an incredibly loving mother.” I moved to her and gently kissed her lips. I leaned in close to the ear furthest from Donny. I whispered. “By the way, you have the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen. Truly.” We shared another quick look and then another quick kiss and I stood turning to Donny, “C’mere you, let’s get you clean.”

Entering her bathroom I was stunned by the elegance of the room. It had been redone at some point with no expense spared. It was elegant and spacious, with benches and a huge tub inset into the bay window, cherry wood cabinets throughout and an enormous shower with a glass swinging door. We got in turned a knob and preheated water began to spray from 3 directions. The light in the bathroom was muted but the light in the shower made it look like we were on display. I suppose we were.

From her spot in bed, Kat had another front row seat to watch us together. Donny and I each had matching shower heads and we stood under them facing each other. I pulled him towards me and began to soap up his back, reaching around to do his chest and shoulders. I knelt down and did his butt and then reaching around I gently soaped his massive cock and balls. Looking out towards Kat she was turned to fully face us, watching. I smiled as did she.

I stood and pulled Donny into the spray of water to rinse him and then he washed me the same way. Kat was now turned towards up sitting on the edge of her bed. Donny hadn’t stood to rinse me and was now kneeling before me as he turned me to face him. He began to stroke and kiss my cock, which was completely hard again. His mouth was the most exquisite vessel for my penis to ride in and out of; heavenly cocksucker! I turned to watch as Kat unzipped and shrugged her housecoat of her shoulders, leaving her completely topless, her gorgeous big tits fully on display.

I looked down into Donny’s eyes and told him about his mother stripping. He glanced her way and then went back to sucking me deeply and lovingly. I looked again as Kat stood and dropped her gown to the floor. She was wearing cute bikini briefs, not what I would have expected. She was just a little thick in the middle but had great legs and fantastic, big beautiful, full, upright breasts! They were incredible!!

She left her walker and grabbing a cane, made her way to the bathroom, crossing just in front of us. Her beautiful breasts had just the slightest, sexiest sway as she moved. I was entranced.

“Don’t mind me,” said, “just getting ready for bed.” I noticed that her briefs were lacy and almost a thong in the back. There was a bit of coverage, but not much. Her bottom was really very sexy as well.

Donny continued to happily swallow my cock as I watched his mother, not 10 feet away, brushing her teeth. I could watch the sway of her tits in the mirror as she did so. She in turn continued to watch in the mirror as her son bobbed up and down on me. I was getting close. She was putting on face cream in the mirror as I continued to fuck Donny’s mouth.

The centerpiece of her bathroom was a huge copper bathtub that would have fit two people easy. On both sides was a beautiful stone bench with a pile of rolled up towels sitting at the end. Kat moved to the bench facing us and sat down to apply cream to her legs. They really were gorgeous. She applied the cream slowly watching us.

“You two are so sexy together.” She finally said. I was entranced with her swinging breasts and Donny’s incredible mouth. “Is he sucking you good?” she asked.

“Oh! So good!” I cried out. I had his head in both hands and was fucking his mouth with long deep strokes. “He is so wonderful.” She just watched entranced, finished with her legs. Kat then began to apply cream to her breasts, holding both in her hands and kneading and caressing them. Her thumbs and forefingers teasing and pulling on her nipples.

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Max and Tony had been friends since third grade. They were always together, had similar interests. If folks out in the community saw one of the close buddies alone, they would ask were the other was.

It seemed that they were mismatched. Max was tall and lean, with a dark complexion and perfect hair. He was an accomplished high school athlete. Tony was the opposite, a little shorter, but chunky with curly reddish hair. Not an athlete at all, he wrote about sports in the high school newspaper. Max was outgoing and had plenty of girlfriends; Tony was shy and had never been on a date. But while uncomfortable around most people, Tony was completely at ease with Max.

They shared thoughts, ideas, hopes and dreams.

Each wondered about the future of the friendship, though, after graduation from high school. Max went to a large state university with a plan to become a chemical engineer. Tony went to a small school with a dream of becoming a math teacher. At first, the two exchanged frequent phone calls and emails, but as they settled in to their respective college lives, each made new friends, studies occupied much of the time, and the contact waned.

Come Thanksgiving break, though, the two were back together and things were as they always had been.

They reunited at Tony’s house. Nobody else was home. Tony’s mom was out to collect her free turkey from a local supermarket — a prize for spending $400 in the weeks leading up to the holiday.

They were hanging out in the finished basement, where they shot a little pool and watched some TV. Max, lounging on an old couch in the basement, looked over at Tony, who was sitting on an overstuffed chair that once was in the living room upstairs.

“Hey,” Max asked. “Do you think you still have that skill of yours to rub knots out of my shoulder muscles?”

Max had been a three-sport athlete in high school, and was always complaining of sore muscles. In a trade of services, Tony would dig into Max’s shoulders and back to ease his pain. In exchange, Max would give Tony what they called the “soft tickle.” Tony didn’t like the rough, deep-muscle massage stuff. So Max would lightly run his fingertips over Tony’s back, which always resulted in huge goosebumps. “I’ll give it a try,” Tony said, switching over to the couch.

Max sat on the floor in front of him and Tony worked his magic. Max’s muscles were super tight, and no amount of pressure was too great for him to endure. Twenty minutes later, Max was loosely rolling his head in circles, moaning in pleasure. “Brother, you are the best,” he said. Tony responded by quipping, “my turn.”

The chunky Tony pulled off his shirt, something he was reluctant to do in front of anyone else, and switched places with Max. He loved that light touch, and it was quickly evident that Max was as good as ever at it. It was delicious. The touching for each had always been limited to the the back. Tony was a little shocked when Max moved his fingertips to kastamonu escort the sides of his neck. As he did, Tony shuddered. “What was that, man?” Max said. “Didn’t you like that?” “No,” Tony responded. “It felt great, it was just different.”

With a low chuckle, Max said, “well, what about this,” and he reached down to lift Tony’s arms over his head. Tony turned his head, but before he could speak, Max ran his fingertips along Tony’s sides, from the tops of his jeans all the way to his armpits. Tony let out a grunt and shook all over. He had never felt anything like that, certainly nothing that had felt so good. Max returned to Tony’s back and finished up the tickle.

They returned to watching TV, and not another word was said.

Soon after, Tony’s mom, Jenn, returned and she was happy to see Max, who had always pretty much been a fixture around the house.

The three talked about college and what it was like being away from home for the first time. As 5 p.m. rolled around, Tony’s dad arrived home and the conversation continued. At one point, Max’s mother, Rita, called to announce dinnertime.

“It’s just tuna salad,” Rita told Max. “I have too much to do for tomorrow to get involved in complicated meal tonight.”

As had been the case since forever, Max’s decision was based on the menu at Tony’s house. Both of the young guys were famous for checking with both moms before deciding where and what to eat.

Jenn had a big pot of chili cooking on the stove, and Max loved her chili. So he stayed for dinner. Afterward, the guys retreated to the basement for more pool and TV, the latter of which inspired them to sleep.

They were stirred to consciousness when Jenn yelled down the stairs. “It’s getting late,” she said. “Is Max staying?”

That was another regular thing for the two friends, staying at each other’s houses as nights grew late. “I’ll call my mom,” Max responded. “I’ll sleep here.”

“Here” meant the basement, because Tony’s room had only a single bed. It was not a problem, the sofa was a sleeper couch, and Jenn kept sheets and blankets in a cabinet downstairs. That was fine with the guys, who liked to stay up late watching TV without bothering Tony’s parents.

They made the bed and stripped down to boxers, the standard sleeping attire for each. Lying there watching an old movie, Max said, “you wouldn’t want to work on my back some more, would you?”

“As long as you return the favor,” Tony said, laughing.

With the couch open, Tony did as he always did, straddled Max’s thighs and attacked his sore back. After about 10 minutes, Max said, “Listen, my quads are killing me. Would you work on them?” That request was something completely new. Tony hesitated, but said OK and rolled off Max’s thighs.

Max flipped over, and Tony, hesitating a little, straddled Max’s calves and dug into the tops of his thighs. Max responded with sort of kayseri escort a cooing sound, encouraging Tony to “go higher.” As Tony reached the bottom edge of Max’s boxers, he got a surprise. A tent grew inside the boxers; Max was aroused and had an obvious erection. It was not difficult to determine that reality. Max not only had the gift of a great physique and a perfect face, he was very large “down there.” Tony had seen it many times in locker room showers and while getting dressed in each other’s houses. But never hard.

Stunned, Tony immediately stopped and stammered, “my turn.” Max covered crotch with his hands, but said nothing.

Tony flopped down face first and Max straddled his friend’s thighs and began the tickle. That routine had occurred many times, but it was different this time. Tony was trying to concentrate on the tickle, but something was distracting him. Max was still hard, and Tony could feel it against his thigh. He could think of nothing else, except that he was getting hard, too. Tony was happy to be face down.

Max soon finished his tickle, and the two were lying in the bed silently, backs facing. Tony did not want Max to see that he was aroused.

A few minutes later, Max said, “Hey, look here.” Rolling back a little, Tony looked at his lifelong buddy. At age 19, for the first time ever, he felt uncomfortable around Max.

“Tony, I have to ask you, do you jack off?” Max inquired.

“No,” Tony lied. “Why would I do that. It’s weird.”

“If you don’t, you should,” Max said. “I’ve done it for a while, and it really feels good, especially at the end.”

“Well, I don’t,” Tony blurted out.

“Hey, when you rolled over after the tickle, I saw that you were hard, and I know that you know that I was hard,” Max said. “It’s OK to let off steam. I was embarrassed to think people would know I did it, but then my roommate … .”

“Your roommate …?” Tony said quietly.

“I woke up at school one night and had to go to the bathroom. I sat up in bed to go, and looked across the room and saw him doing it, right in bed,” Max whispered.

“Oh, no, did he see you?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, he did,” Max replied. “He asked if I wanted to watch. I was frozen in place, couldn’t speak, but he turned on his desk lamp and went back to doing it. And I just sat there and watched until he came on his stomach.”

“Wow, was he big?” asked Tony, immediately wishing he hadn’t said it.

“He was a little bigger than you, but not as big as me,” Max said. “But he was really thick, thicker than me.”

“Did he say anything after?” Tony asked, again thinking he should just shut up.

“He just said, ‘your turn,’ and sat at the foot of my bed, waiting.

“Oh, no,” Tony said. “Did you hide under the covers?”

“I don’t know where I got the nerve, but I just pulled down my boxers, leaned against the wall and went at it,” Max said.

“And kıbrıs escort he watched you?” Tony asked.

“He got right up beside me and watched from like a foot away,” Max said. “After a couple minutes, he got hard again, and we were sitting side by side, jacking off together.”

“Yikes,” Tony said, “And did you …?”

“I came in about two minutes, and a couple minutes later, he came again, but not as much squirted out.”

“Holy cow,” was all Tony could muster.

“He said that after Thanksgiving, he wants us to do it to each other,” Max said, his voice barely audible.

“Will you?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know,” Max said. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. Tony, you got hard after I got hard; you do jack off, don’t you?”

Tony shook his head no, so hard his neck hurt, knowing he was lying like hell.

“Look here,” Max said. “It’s not a bad thing.”

When Tony faced Max, his friend’s boxers were off. Max had a huge erection, and he was stroking it.

Tony didn’t turn away.

“C’mon,” Max said, nearly panting as he spoke. “Do it with me. I can see you are hard.”

Tony looked at his crotch, as if he really had to see that his cock was hard. It was so hard it hurt.

His eyes locked on Max’s cock, Tony shed his boxers. Max’s cock was way bigger, but not harder. Tony’s cock was harder than it had ever been. But he didn’t move. He just watched Max stroke that monster.

“I’m getting close,” Max panted. “Tony, do it so we can cum together.”

Tony could not move. He could not will his hand to move.

Suddenly, Max slipped over, his body right beside Tony’s. Max rolled over on his side and reached.

“Tony, if you really don’t do this, you are really missing out,” Max said. And with that, he grasped Tony’s cock and started to pump. Tony didn’t speak. He covered his face with his hands and seconds later exploded. The first burst of cum landed on his neck, and more followed. Max kept going until no cum remained. Tony was breathing heavily and removed his hands from his face. He saw that Max was on his back and once more frantically stroking that huge cock.

Tony didn’t know what power was behind his action, but he brushed Max’s hand away and sat cross-legged beside his friend. Tony used both hands and gripped Max’s cock. He squeezed hard and pumped it a half-dozen times before Max came with a grunt, three hard squirts and then continuous oozing until he was finally emptied out.

They stayed there motionless for a long while, each covered with sticky cum.

“Man,” Max said. “We’d better go wash off.”

And Tony silently followed Max into the washer and dryer area of the basement, which also included an open shower.

They showered silently together, and after Tony turned off the water Max finally spoke.

“You know what Tom really wants to do when I get back to school?” Max said of his roommate. “He said he wants to put his mouth on my cock.”

“No way,” Tony said.

And off they went to bed, sleeping soundly as all tension had been removed.

Early on Thanksgiving morning, Tony awoke to a strange sensation, something incredible that he had never before experienced. It was as if he was in a dream. But he was awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Max sucking on his cock.

More later.

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[This story includes bodily functions as well as significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. You might enjoy this story more if you read my three-chapter story, “A Note to His Teacher,” but you don’t have to do that to like it. All characters are 18 or over.]

I sat in my room, trying to catch up on the voluminous reading I’d been assigned in my first weeks at Stanford. Even though I figured that I’d be getting a lot as an English major, I already felt snowed under, even though I liked the reading. I was also trying to assess my growing relationship with Terry, now that we had spent a weekend, and a night in bed together, in Santa Cruz.

I was unsure how I felt. After all, I’d been introduced to dominant women by my English teacher, Lauren Kaden, who was the one who encouraged me to aim high and apply to Stanford. Miss Kaden–it was still hard for me to know her as Lauren, which she had permitted me to call her–had also initiated me sexually and was the first to spank and cane me. I also had had the hots in high school for my physics teacher, Miss Benton–she had neither gone to bed with me nor even indicated any romantic interest in me–who had caned me in class.

Miss Benton was a short, compact, but highly attractive woman in her mid- to late 20s, dark-haired, and shapely in her own petite style. She was really smart, as was Miss Kaden, and I now realized how much I had learned academically from each of my teachers. They both were clearly dominant, but I didn’t know if they were focused on girls rather than boys. I knew that Lauren Kaden had shown a lot of interest in having it off with me, so at the very least, she went both ways.

I started comparing them with Terry, which was probably unfair because they were several years out of college, while Terry, like me, was a freshman. Terry was smart, too; I had figured that out right away. She had not gone to bed with me on our first date, but she had gotten me between her legs licking her pussy. Right away, her dominant style emerged–in stages.

First, she wanted to spank me, but I had to admit that she had asked me about that after I had told her I had been spanked before, as well as caned. She had also had me under her skirt using my tongue on her lady bits before I had even made a move on her. Oh–that wasn’t strictly correct, since I had kissed her, and she reminded me that I had done that without asking. And I added to that approach my reaching under her skirt to feel if her panties were wet. So, I couldn’t say Terry was any more aggressive than I had been.

But there was what happened after we showered together, and showering together was at her suggestion, although she emphasized that I was not to do anything there but soap her up. She also soaped me. After that, however, this engaging girl had sat on the toilet–still naked after their shower–and proceeded to pee right in front of me.

I couldn’t remember when I’d ever seen a girl or woman, for that matter, pee right in front of me. And the last two developments during their weekend: first, Terry had handed me a pair of panties to wear after their shower, and second, she had told me she would accompany me when I said I needed to go to the bathroom.

As I was getting used to anyone watching me take a shit, she told me that I would need her permission to defecate, only she didn’t use that scientific word. She told me to ask her when I needed to “make a doody.” I pondered this for a moment and decided this was definitely something that reeked of female domination, or femdom, as I had read about it. It frightened me–who wouldn’t be when a woman told you she would decide when you could use the toilet and you had to ask using a childish word?–but it also turned me on bigtime.

I was already hard from just thinking about it. I now turned to my books and tried to concentrate on the assignments I had to complete to stay current with my coursework. I was an excellent student, although I only got into Stanford after Miss Kaden had gotten me to focus on my schoolwork. I kept recalling that incredible occasion when they had gone back to her apartment–it was ok because I had just graduated and was no longer her student, in school, that is.

She had seduced me, even if I hadn’t needed a whole lot of seduction. It was an incredible experience for me. This gorgeous woman was the first I had done it with. She had been amazing. She was absolutely beautiful, too, with her blonde hair, perfect tits, and fabulous body.

This thought pattern led me to start imagining the possibility that I might get together with Lauren–I finally could think of her that way as well as call her by her first name–when I went home for the holidays. It would be my first trip back home.

Then my very current and already intense relationship with Terry jumped into my consciousness. She was my own age, obviously had a thing for me, and I enjoyed being with her–even when she dominated me.

Would Miss Kaden want to see me when ardahan escort I was home, anyway? Was she at all serious in suggesting that I look her up when I had graduated from college? Would I even graduate if I got too involved with Terry? Should I even worry about something that might happen four years from now? Hell, Lauren may well have married someone–girl or guy–by the time I satisfied what sounded like her condition for a future relationship together.

Life at Stanford did go on. I met more fellow students every day. People were outgoing and there were lots of occasions to meet without it seeming forced. I went to various meetings for people interested in all kinds of stuff–communications media, photography, all kinds of sports that you could enjoy without going out for a varsity team, political organizations, the opportunities seemed endless, and you couldn’t even go to all of these intro meetings.

My courses were challenging but I already was impressed by several of my professors. Many were incredibly young, often just a few years older than I was, but already could be described as brilliant, and there were others, older, who were already famous in their fields.

I didn’t feel like I had to do a lot to catch up with my fellow classmates; my high school had prepared me well and, in my case, it was due to teachers like Lauren and Miss Benton, as well as the school’s strictness. My kind of high school was not very fashionable in American education today–and the disciplinary scheme only could work because it applied to those students who were 18 or over, n plus the whole program relied on express parental consent.

Terry texted me later in the week. It was nice to hear from her. She suggested that we get together on Saturday for the day. She said some friends were organizing a picnic and she hoped I would want to go to it with her. Her text sprung me from my routine. I had been studying hard and trying to sort out what I had heard at the intro meetings in terms of what I wanted to try out for or just join when that was possible.

I thought about Terry and how much I enjoyed being with her. Would this last? Why worry about it, I concluded. Might as well go with the flow and enjoy the picnic with her and meet some of her friends. I had made a few of my own in the living unit where I resided. It was mixed–guys and girls–and they seemed generally friendly. No one had asked me about the stuff Terry had zeroed in on, and I was grateful for that. Someone else might have regarded me as a freak.

I was turned on by Terry’s body and I thought she was smart, too. I told myself I had to keep an open mind of whether I went for the femdom part. I admitted to myself that it had turned me on when I was with Lauren Kaden and I also confessed to myself that I had wanted to get it on with Miss Benton, too. Would she be interested in me since I now was no longer a student there?

How would she react if I approached her? How would I do it? Calling her cold when I was home seemed too likely to result in rejection. I did expect that my having been a top student in her class would help my cause. But maybe she already had a boyfriend, or that she liked girls.

I decided that I needn’t fret about this or even go on sweating about it now. Time enough when I got home. Terry was enough for me to enjoy now. I still had qualms about her femdom, but I admitted that I liked her a lot anyway.

When I went with her to the picnic, which was in a park not far from the campus, there were a bunch of people, some couples, and others who came with friends of the same sex, or even on their own. TIse freshmen were still at the stage that they were interested in learning about where their classmates came from and what it was like there.

I had decided that I would ask Terry not to discuss their particular interest in well, kinky stuff. She grinned and said she agreed that that made sense. It was good, I felt, that she didn’t want to be labelled a freak.

She introduced me to some of her friends, all of whom seemed unassuming and pleasant. I’d ask her later if any of them shared their “interests.” Meanwhile, people had brought lots of brew and good stuff to consume. I took my time digging in, waiting for Terry to take the lead.

She left me for a few minutes to chat with the girls who lived next to her room. They were Fran and Georgina, who preferred to be called George, she told me. They were easy to be with and I found them very pleasant and enjoyable. I could see how Terry would like to hang with them. In the front of my mind, I couldn’t stop wondering if they too were prone to dominance in the bedroom. Maybe I’d quiz Terry on that later.

Terry rejoined me and I asked her to give me more of an idea about what they were like. “No, I don’t want to get it on with either of them,” I assured her, “but they seemed to know more about me than I did about them.”

Terry grinned and told me she’d invite the two adıyaman escort to join them afterwards for some coffee or whatever in their room. I said that sounded terrific but didn’t want to come off as too enthusiastic. Then Terry asked me whether I was wearing the panties she had given me. I did a double take but had to answer that I wasn’t.

“You may be in for a spanking, then,” she said with a giggle. I really wasn’t sure now whether she was kidding. I realized that right now, there was no way of my finding out.

After the picnic started winding down, I was invited to join the three girls back in Terry’s room. When they arrived, Terry set to making some coffee in a rather primitive coffeemaker she had brought to school with Ir.

“Let’s get more casual,” she said, and with that, she, Fran, and George took their shorts or jeans off and were now in just their tees, bras, and panties. Terry looked at me as if to say, “What are you waiting for?” I responded by slipping off my shorts and now had a pair of tighty-whiteys on.

“I’ve told him I expect him to wear panties,” Terry declared as I cringed, “so he may get a spanky on his bottom.”

“Oh, wow,” Fran chuckled, “you’ve really got hold of him, hasn’t she, George?”

Georgina nodded, and I thought she seemed somewhat surprised by Terry’s displaying her dominant streak so blatantly and so soon after they had just met me in my new-found capacity of her boyfriend.

Terry now told me in a very firm tone to stand up and come over in front of her. The other two grinned at each other, expecting some dressing down now.

“I’m afraid you’ve earned a spanking, Jackie,” she said curtly but sweetly. Then she put her thumbs in the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down to my knees. She then had me lie across her lap.

I was stunned that she was doing this in front of them. I was now afraid that the campus would know about my being dominated by this assertive freshman girl. However, I did what she’d ordered.

Once I was across her lap, Terry began spanking me, spanking my bottom cheeks harder than I had expected and causing me pain sooner than I had anticipated.

“Oh, give me a break, Terry,” George chimed in. “Don’t be so hard on the boy. Hell, I’ll lend him a pair of my panties to wear if that will please you.”

This did cause Terry to stop spanking me. She responded that George’s proposal was very kind of her and perhaps she would go to her room and pick out some panties she thought would fit me and would be appropriate. Georgina didn’t bother putting her shorts back on just to go to her room in the suite the three girls shared and soon returned with a pair of large red-and-yellow striped panties that would definitely be large enough for me.

Terry had me slip my underpants off and put on the panties George provided. I felt ridiculous in the sexy undies, but the girls said I looked very cute in them.

Fran said she had to excuse herself to powder her nose, giggling as she said that. Terry then said that she, George, and I would accompany her. “Oh,” Fran laughed, “I know what you have in mind!”

I had no option but to walk into the bathroom in the suite with the three of them. I was told to take off my panties and my tee shirt and get into the bathtub on my back. I was starting to figure out what they had in mind and while not very pleased, thought it could turn out to be better than I might have expected.

When I was in position, the three girls slipped their undies off. I saw that while Terry, as I knew, was well-trimmed, Fran had a large auburn-haired bush that matched her nice lustrous hair on her head and that George had her pubes trimmed very short so that her pussy, which was clearly large, showed fully.

The three climbed into the tub: Terry stood over my face, Fran over my chest, and George over my cock and balls. At Terry’s signal, they went into squats so that they were poised right over me and let loose. Three dark yellow pee streams surged onto me, with Terry’s pouring right into my face as I opened my mouth to take it in. I felt Fran’s bubble on my chest and knew that George’s pee was spreading its wetness over my cock and scrotal sac.

It was weird but exciting in a definitely sexual way. The three were clearly enjoying themselves. Gradually, their peeing fell off and finally stopped. I was soaked from my face to my feet.

They stood and Terry told me she wanted me to lick them clean and dry. She squatted over my mouth so I could lick her split. I proceeded to do just that and found her pussy tasted of both pee and feminine arousal. When I had finished, she stepped out and Fran squatted the same way so I could lick her bushy cunt. Fran smelled different: Her taste was more stimulating to me and less redolent of her pee. George followed her and her cunt taste was very strong, both her pee and her vaginal juices. I had to lick there and could tell she was close to an orgasm.

I kept licking karabük escort and she told me to keep doing what I was doing until she appeared to climax and almost lost her footing in the squatting position she was in.

“Georgie, you nasty thing!” Terry exclaimed in mock annoyance. “You got him to bring you off! I’m surprised at you!”

“Ah, Miss Terry,” Georgina answered in a dignified tone. “After all, you shouldn’t be the only one here to benefit from your boyfriend’s attentions, should you?” she asked in a teasing way.

“You are so naughty, Georgie!” Terry responded. “Fran, I think she needs you to take her across your lap, don’t you?”

Fran laughed and sat on the toilet and used her forefinger to beckon Georgina to place herself across Fran’s commodious thighs. When George had complied with that direction, Fran began spanking her, interrupting the spanking every so often to apply her finger between George’s legs, knowing just where to tease her, on her clit, inside her vaginal opening, and lastly, probing into her anal ring.

When her finger moved inside George’s anus, Fran must’ve felt it encounter the tip of an incipient bowel movement. “Oh, Terry, this little girl is being very naughty–she’s going to be making a doody soon!”

Georgina was embarrassed by this disclosure as her face showed by her blushing. But she wasn’t that put out. “Happens to all of us, Fran,” she cracked. “Maybe you should lie in the tub under me so you can see it up close and personal!”

I was lying in the tub quietly, taking all this in with delight. I had enjoyed seeing the girls up close and personal, even if receiving their piss had been less than marvelous. Terry came over and told me to stand up and take a shower. I rose and went into the shower stall next to the tub.

While I showered, Fran duly lay down where I was, complaining, “Ooh, I’m lying in all that pee we made there!” Terry and Georgie laughed and then George squatted over Fran’s face and let out a small grunt, followed by the appearance from her bottom of a long light brown turd that extended over Fran for about six inches and then fell into her waiting mouth.

Much of it was sticking out of her mouth. Terry laughed and told her she looked cute with George’s poo in and coming out of her mouth. George was quite considerate and after the turd had emerged entirely, she wiped herself and stood. Then she took some more toilet tissue and took the turd from Fran’s face and mouth.

Terry applauded but took the tissue filled with George’s shit while Fran managed to stand. Terry then used a washcloth to wash off her face. “You may want to use this shower after she’s through,” Terry suggested.

I thought that I had missed seeing Georgie squat over Fran’s face to release her bowel movement, but then I concluded that I was lucky it hadn’t been me in the tub. I realized that Terry could just as easily have left me there and it made me feel happy toward her that she hadn’t done that; instead, she spared me the ignominy of having to receive a girl’s poo in my mouth.

I hadn’t seen Terry take the shit-filled tissue and slip it inside a low cabinet. The party broke up after that and Fran and George seemed happy to have had me aboard. They each kissed me when they left.

“You have nice suitemates,” I said to Terry, who was enjoying having been in charge of everything. She took some dark towels out and when they went back into their rooms, she spread them on her bed. I started thinking what this implied, and sure enough, Terry lay down on her back on the towels.

Then she slowly lowered her panties and removed them.

“Just got my period,” she said without any emotion. “Glad it didn’t come when they were here. You may not know that it makes me incredibly hot and yes, all I want to do is have sex. Ready?”

I was still naked from the shower, and I deftly got up on Terry’s bed and positioned myself. Then I slowly guided myself into her vaginal opening. It felt warm and wet in there, but the wetness was thicker than usual. It was enough so I hadn’t needed to reach for the lube.

Terry was hot to trot. No sooner was my cock inside her and thrusting as well as I could in view of the resistance as well as wetness posed by her flow; then, she began to move her bottom. She was totally turned on and before I really had moved much myself, she was orgasming and continued to orgasm.

I kissed her deeply and when she seemed a little exhausted from her climaxes, I spurted deep inside her. We lay together for a while until I slipped out of her and surprisingly, Terry moved up to get out of the bed. She headed into the bathroom and shut the door.

She soon emerged with a tall highball glass. She also had a huge grin on her face. The glass was filled with bubbly liquid that was pale pink and there were some dark objects floating in it, almost like it was some ice cream soda with balls of chocolate ice cream in it.

I suddenly understood. Terry had channeled the combined fluids–my cum and her flow–out from her vagina into the glass. Then she added a little plain club soda and dropped in a couple of pieces…of Georgie’s poo.

“What would you say it looks like? Raspberry or strawberry?” Terry gleefully asked me. I was nonplused and not in a posture to respond; things were getting weird.

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In my last story Danny wanted me to be a slut for him. It was an awesome experience and Danny was really great at making me feel the part, the way he swore and bossed me. And the way he shagged me like a rag doll.

But Danny has many moods as I discovered when he said he would call me his girl Jackie – with the very tight ass and slender figure, wrapped in a hugging black silk dress which he pulled out of his role play wardrobe.

He wanted the whole caboose, the black and red underwear, suspender belt and black stockings which truly made me feel the part. Simply putting them on made me feel a million dollars.

I imagine sometimes I should have been born into this world as a girl but then it would not have been the same and Danny and I could not have shared our very special times together.

Dressed the part I moved to him. Some romantic music was playing and I felt so wonderfully sexy and right for Danny.

I moved closer to him where he sat on the settee and did my very best wiggle for him. He simply placed his hands softly over my hips as I twisted for him, the way he likes me too, so he could feel the softness of my silken dress.

“Come sit your ass on my lap” Danny said in that special sexy voice of his which always got me excited. Then he smoothed his hand slowly down my form.

The experience was electric and already I felt the tell-tale twinge in my passage. Knowing ardahan escort that soon it would be his pussy for him to enjoy and explore before he puts that gorgeous length of his right up inside me, giving me the full works, The feel of hard throbbing hot cock up there was perfection in itself, it belonged there, my ‘pussy’ nurturing every wonderful inch of sublime cock.

Every fuck was different in a way I cannot quite explain, depending on the role -play. I felt, dressed in a tight dress would give me the intimacy of how it is for a girl to be pampered and fucked. Eyes closed and face flushed, his breathing becoming more rapid, he slithered his hands all over my body, especially my rear and it felt absolutely gorgeous,

His kiss was deep and French, his tongue teasing mine as his hands started to wonder beneath my dress, his fingers teasing my thighs and I readied myself for the ultimate touch I so wanted and enjoyed, The touch that said he wanted my fuck badly, when he reached his objective tucked neatly between my ass cheeks – his fingers working it around and around as I wriggled more for him to enjoy the feel of me the way he loved.

“You are very fuckable Jackie, you look so alluring” and I felt his hands press into the small of my back, easing and prompting me to bend over and it was like heaven to feel him sniffing me adıyaman escort through my silken dress and nudge my tight ass with all those familiar moans knew so very well.

If I wasn’t mistaken he was about to push me over his lap and enjoy my ass as he wanted, the slapping, the feeling and teasing and the spanking too. I touched the floor with my hands, pushed my ass up for his pleasure and closed my eyes to feel the utter delight of what Danny could do to me so very well.

I would later show my gratitude in sucking him deep and long, I so adored the sniff and taste of cock sublime, just before the fuck and after too, when it had been deep inside me and the residue of our fuck made for a wonderful intimate slow tender kiss afterwards.

Then with me well fucked and serviced with my dress tucked up high he said I looked fantastic wearing the girlie gear, that I looked like I was ready to be wholly fucked the deeper the better. He was right. I wanted and enjoyed his fuck deep upside and to feel his ripe balls slapping my ass as he penetrated with each deep thrust I was in my element, stuffed full of hard throbbing cock to the ultimate. My ass propped as high as could be for his servicing.

Then, after that so wonderful hard rough fuck I felt his tongue there, just where his cock had been, he tongues me good and I wanked him off karabük escort showing my appreciation, and when he came so strong I geared his cock so that he could spurt his load into my mouth and over my tongue stuck out in expectancy. And when he grunted and moaned, and after a short pause he came like a volcano and I instantly felt the heat of his cum hit my mouth and lips.

I wanted to suck it all up as always, I was ain a complete frenzy and it went down my throat easily, I felt the warm trickle go down and it felt divine. It felt like we were really together as intimate as a pair can be.

A short break to recover and he would want me again, his busy tongue licking the residue of his recent screw and nudging every part of my ass which he delighted in stretching apart so wide so that he could get a few view of that which he wanted to stuff end fill again and again before the night was out, until I was absolutely numb from his constant hard fucking, until when he was out of me I felt like he was still well and truly still up there.

Being each one of his girlies was always so thrilling and I never knew what was coming the next time we met. All I knew is that I would be thoroughly serviced and well fucked until I was bandy legged – my ass crimson from his spanking and other doings.

Giving him that final blow job before I left was a wonderful way to end our session, his well fucked cock standing up like a sentry on parade, awaiting my special seeing to, when I grasped his length tightly in both hands squeezed and sucked the hell out of his throbbing cock until he shot his load with that goodbye spurt and I was eating him all up again, on the way home tasting him still in my throat and smelling his fuck in my nostrils.

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