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Selam, ben Almanyadan Erol. 31 yaşında, 1.70 boyunda, yeşil gözlü, erotik bakışlı biriyim. Evliyim. Karımla birbirimizi severek evlendik. Mutlu bir evliliğimiz ve iyi bir seks hayatımız var. Karımın bir de erkek kardeşi var, yani kayınçom. Kayınçom 24 yaşında ve biraz saf birisi. Kayınçom geçen sene evlendi. Evlendiği kızı da bir görseniz, cillop gibi! Kız daha 18 yaşında ve okadar da sexy ki, olamaz! Kayınçomun karısını, daha ilk gördüğümde içim gitmişti. Armudun iyisini ayılar yer lafı nekadar da isabetli. Kayınçomun karısı benden yaşça çok küçük olmasına rağmen kendisine yenge diye hitap ederim, kendisi de bana enişte der. Aileden gelen bir alışkanlık işte. Burada da kendisinden bahsederken yenge diye bahsedecem.

Yengemi nezaman görsem, aklımdan hep munzur munzur şeyler geçiyordu: Acaba kayınçom yengemi iyi sikebiliyor mu, yengemi tatmin edebiliyor mu, hangi pozisyonda sikişiyorlar, haftada kaç kere sikişiyorlar, yengemin amını yalıyor mu, yengemin amı kıllı mı traşlı mi, yengem kayınçonun sikini yalıyor mu, sikişirken fantazileri neler, kayınço yengemi götten sikiyor mu?, şeklinde şeyler işte. Sonra da kendi kendime: Yok yaa, kayınço safın teki, sikemiyordur. Sikse bile iyi sikemiyordur. Kayınçoda am yalayacak tip de yok. Kayınçoda fantazi falan da yoktur kesin, bildiğin düz sikişten başka bir şeye kafası çalışmaz, şeklinde cevaplar veriyordum.

Bazen de, aklımdan: Ulan benim elime bi geçecek ki öyle cillop gibi bir kız, nasıl sikerim valla, her yerini yalarım yutarım, yerim bitiririm, amını götünü bir ederim, yarrağa doyururum, gibi düşünceler geçirirdim. Hatta ve hatta bazen kendi karımla sikişirken, sanki yengemi sikiyormuşum gibi sikiyordum karımı. Zamanla bu bende saplantı haline geldi, yengemi sikme düşüncesinden bir türlü kurtulamıyordum. Günler haftalar bu şekilde geçerken, karşıma hiç uygun bir fırsat çıkmadı. Yengemle bir an olsun yalnız kalamıyordum ki sikmek için girişimde bulunayım. Ya onlar karı koca bize geliyorlardı, yada biz onlara karı koca gidiyorduk. Baktım olmuyor, fırsat çıkmasına kendim yardım etmeliyim diye düşündüm. Yengemi bizim evde sikmeye karar verdim.

Kayınçom ayda dört gece Nachtdienst’e gidiyordu ve yengem evde yalnız kalıyordu. Fakat ben karım yüzünden geceleri dışarı çıkamıyordum, hele hele sabaha kadar dışarda kalmam mümkün değildi. Evet yengemi siksem siksem anca bizim evde sikebilirdim. Kayınçomun yine Nachtdienst’i olduğu gün onları bize davet edecektim, ve kayınçom gece Nachtdienst’e gidince yengemin bizde yatmasını sağlayacaktım. Bunu sağladıktan sonra da Plan B’yi uygulayacaktım! En uygun çözüm buydu, yengemi sikebilmenin başka alternatifi yoktu. Kayınçoya telefon açtım ve planladığım gibi, birdahaki Nachtdienst’inin olacağı akşama ikisini bize yemeğe davet ettim, yengemin de bizde kalabileceğini söyledim. Kayınçom hemen kabul etti, “Ben yokken eşimin sizde kalması çok iyi olur, evde yalnız kalması beni zaten huzursuz ediyordu. Sağol enişte.” dedi ve çok sevindi.

Şimdi sıra Plan B’ye geldi. Bize gelecekleri gün erkenden gittim uyku hapı ile azdırıcı damla aldım mutfağa sakladım. Kayınçomla yengem akşam yemek vakti geldiler. Hep birlikte akşam yemeği yedik. Yemekten sonra, saat 10 gibi kayınçom Nachtdienst’e gitti. Karımla yengem işlerini bitirdiler, çay demlediler, oturduk biraz televizyon seyrettik. TV’de pek seyredilecek birşey yoktu, isterlerse bir DVD koyup seyredebileceğimizi önerdim. Kabul ettiler. Evde birkaç tane komedi ve romantik filim vardı, hepsini yengeme verdim, “Sen misafirsin, seç birini de koyayım.” dedim. Yengem romantik filimlerden birini seçti ve “Bunu seyredelim mi?” dedi. O filmi karımla birlikte iki kez izlemiştik, yine de “Olur seyredelim.” dedik. Koydum filmi ve seyretmeye başladık. Karım yengeme “Sen yabancı değilsin, ben pijamalarımı giyecem. İstersen sen de giy, rahat olur.” dedi. Yengem “Ben yanımda sadece gecelik getirmiştim.” dedi. Karım da “Giy giy, aramızda yabancı yok, eniştenden çekinmene gerek yok.” dedi.

Karımla yengem üzerlerini değiştirmeye gittiler. Birkaç dakika sonra karım pijamasını giyinip geldi, yanıma oturdu. Ardından yengem üzerini değiştirip geldiğnde gözlerime inanamadım. Olamaz yaaa! Yengemin üzerinde şarap renkli ipek bir gecelik, boyu dizlerinin üstünde, ip gibi ince askılı, yakası oldukça açık, içinde sütyen yok, nerdeyse o süt gibi beyaz memeleri dışarı fırlayacak. Sol göğsünde, pençesini kaldırmış bir kaplan dövmesi! Gözüm bir an kalçalarına kaydı, geceliğin altında tanga külot olduğu hemen belli oluyordu. Karım huylanmasın diye bakışlarımı hemen oynayan filme çevirdim. Az önce gördüklerim aklımdan çıkmıyordu. Kimin aklına gelirdi bizim saf kayınçonun öyle her tarafından seks fışkıran bir kızla evleneceği. Kızın heryerinden seks akıyor be. İlik gibi bir kız. Nebiçim sikilir valla.

O sırada yengem “Olmadı ama enişte, sende rahat birşeyler giymezssen ben rahat edemiyecem.” dedi. Karım “Hadi sende değiştir üzerini, kız haklı.” deyince “Peki.” deyip gittim tişörtle şort giydim geldim. Oturmadan “Ben bira içecem, sizler ne içmek istersiniz?” diye sordum. Karım sıcak süt, yengem de şekersiz nescafe istedi. Mutfakta, karımın sütüne uyku hapı, yengemin nescafesine de azdırıcı damla koydum ve getirdim. İçeceklerimizi içtikten on onbeş dakika sonra karımın uykusu geldi, esnemeye başladı, “Ay uykum geldi resmen, ben yatmaya gidiyorum, siz seyredin.” dedi ve gitti. Kaldık yengemle başbaşa! Azdırıcı ilaç etkisini nezaman gösterecek diye bekliyordum. Çok geçmeden yengemi sanki ateş basmaya başladı. Koltukta oturuşu falan değişti, dizlerini karnına doğru çekince geceliği toplandı ve tanga külodu göründü. Bir kısmı amının yarığına girmişti.

Bakışlarımın yengemin amına kaydığını yengem de farkediyor, fakat toparlanmıyordu. Manzarayı görünce benim yarrak durur mu? Yarrağım şortumun içinde kol gibi oldu! Şortum kasmaya başladı, ister istemez şortumun üzerinden yarrağımı düzelttim ortaya yatırdım, değilse şortun paçasından dışarı çıkacaktı. Yengem de bu hareketimi kaçırmadı tabi, filmi bıraktı yarrağıma bakmaya başladı. Oturduğu koltukta rahat değilmiş gibi yapıyordu durmadan. Sonunda “Enişte yanına oturabilirmiyim? Bu koltuk pek rahat değil.” diye sordu. “Tabi ki!” dedim. Kalktı, biraz önce benim yarrağımı düzelttiğim gibi, o da tangasını düzeltti ve gülerek “Olmadık yerlerime kaçıyor durmadan.” dedi, yanıma geldi oturdu. “Aslında evde külot giymem hiç, hep külotsuz dolaşırım evde.” dedi. Ben hemen “Aşkolsun yenge, burası senin evin sayılır, gönlünce davran. Ben bi lavaboya gidip gelcem.” dedim ve kalktım.

Lavabo bahaneydi, yatak odasına karım uyuyor mu diye bakmaya gittim. Evet karım mışıl mışıl uyuyordu. Yinede birkaç kez “Karıcığım, karıcığım.” diye seslenip dürttüm, tepki vermedi. Salona döndüğümde yengem külodunu çıkarmış, kasıtlı olarak az önce benim oturduğum yere koymuş, ve yine dizleri karnına çekik bir şekilde oturuyordu. Yerime geçmek için yaklaşınca yengemin amı net bir biçimde görünüyordu. Yeni traş edilmiş, küçücük bir am. Amının yukarı kısmında süs mahiyetinde biraz kıl bırakmış, ve bir de “Love Me!” yazan bir dövme vardı! O anda yengemin çok azgın bir kadın olduğu ve kayınçomun da ne yaparsa yapsın yengemi asla zapt edemiyeceği hükmüne vardım. Aslında böyle bir kadını sikmek için azdırıcıya falan gerek yoktu bile diye düşündüm. Oturacağım yerde duran külodu elime aldım, oturdum. Oturduktan sonra külodu düzeltip dizimin üstüne koydum ve “Çok zevklisin.” dedim.

“Teşekkür ederim enişte de senin gibi takdir edecek adam nerdee…” dedi. “Aslan gibi kocan var ya işte, takdir etmiyor mu?” dedim. “Yok yaa enişte, kocamdan olsa olsa pısırık bir kedi olur anca. Evlendiğimizde dövmelerimi ilk gördüğünde ‘Bunlar ne be?’ diye mal mal baktı. Fantazi çamaşır alıyorum, ‘Bunlara mı para veriyorsun?’ diye dudak büküyor. Süs bırakıyorum, ‘Amını iyi traş edememişsin, kıl kalmış.’ diye moralimi bozuyor.” dedi. Olay kendiliğinden istediğim yönde ilerliyordu, “Şu dövmelerine bir bakayım hele.” dedim. Yengem hemen geceliğinin askılarını omzundan düşürdü ve o kartopu gibi beyaz memeleri ortaya çıktı. Dövmenin olduğu göğsünü alttan eline alarak hafif kaldırdı ve sanki ağzıma verecekmiş gibi bana doğru yaklaştırdı. “Biri bu, kaplan dövmesi. Nasıl? Beğendin mi enişte?” dedi. Ben dövmeye bakmıyordum bile, gözlerim fındık gibi sertleşmiş meme uçlarındaydı.

“Dedim ya zevkli bir kadınsın. Çok güzel bir dövme, aynı canlı gibi, sanki dokunacak kişiye saldıracakmış gibi duruyor.” dedim. “Yok yok, saldırmaz, dokun istersen.” dedi. İcraata geçme zamanı çoktan gelmişti. Önce parmaklarımla dövmesine dokundum, “Çok şeker yaaa, biraz seveyim.” deyip dövmedeki kaplanı sever gibi yapıp göğsünü okşadım. Sonra memesinin ucuyla oynayarak, “Öteki dövmeni de göstersene.” deyince yengem bacaklarını ayırdı. Ben “Bu daha da şekermiş.” deyip, memesini bıraktım, yengemin amındaki dövmeyle ve şerit şeklinde bıraktığı kıllarla ilgilendim. Yengem, “Kocamın hoşuna gideceğini bilsem, burama da piercing taktıracam.” deyip amının dudaklarını araladı ve klitorisine dokundu. “İşte tam buraya.” deyip klitorisini parmaklarının arasına aldı ve okşamaya başladı. Bu arada heyecandan boğazım kurudu, yutkunamıyordum bile. Benim yarrak da iyice kazık gibi oldu, nerdeyse şortumu parçalayacaktı.

Kalktım ve yengemin bacak arasına diz çöktüm. Yengemin elini klitorisinden çektim ve klitorisine dilimi dayadım, yalamaya başladım. Yengem “Ohhhh enişteee…” diyerek kollarını yana, kafasını da arkaya attı. Ben klitorisini yaladıkça yengem de amını hafifçe yukarı kaldırıyor, amını yalamamı istiyordu. Amının dudaklarını sırayla ağzıma alıp içime çekiyordum. Küçük amının küçücük deliğinden sular akmaya başlamıştı bile. Amının dudaklarını bırakıp amından süzülen suları yalamaya başladım. Dilimi amının daracık deliğine sokup çıkardıkça, yengem amını dilime doğru daha da bastırıyordu. Dilim amının girebildiği en derin yerine kadar giriyordu şimdi. Sonra iki eliyle saçlarımı tutarak kafamı hızlı hızlı, ileri geri hareket ettirmeye başladı. Yengem sanki amıyla dilimi sikiyordu. Sonra birden yavaşladı ve çırpınarak orgazm oldu. Ağzımı dayadım ve amından çıkan suların hepsini içtim.

Yengem birkaç saniye daha çırpındıktan sonra doğruldu, benim ayağa kalkmamı istedi. “Yarağını yalamak istiyorum enişte!” dedi. Şortumu indirdi, eliyle yarrağımı taşşaklarımla birlikte dibinden kavradıktan sonra yarrağımın kafasını yalamaya başladı. Taşşaklarımı sıkıyor, yarrağımı yarısına kadar ağzına sokuyor ve emiyordu. “Çok tatlı yarrağın var enişte, saatlerce yalayabilirim.” diyordu. Yengem öyle diyordu da, ben fazla dayanamıyacaktım, boşalmak üzereydim, yengemi hayal kırıklığına uğratacaktım. Zor durumdaydım, boşalsam rezil olacaktım. Boşalmama ramak kala yarrağımı yengemin ağzından çektim, “Yenge bisaniye dur, lavaboya gitmem lazım.” dedim. Yengem niyetimi anlamıştı, “Tuvalete gidip 31 çekeceksin değil mi? Yok öyle yağma! Ağzıma boşalmanı istiyorum, döllerini yutmak istiyorum!” deyip yarrağımı kavrayıp tekrar ağzına aldı ve emdi. Bir iki saniye zor tuttum kendimi, yengemin ağzına boşaldım!

Yengem döllerimi yalayıp yuttuktan sonra “Enişte yatakta devam edelim hadi.” deyince kendisi için hazırlanan odaya geçmeye karar verdik. Yengem odasına girerken, ben de bi koşu karıma bakmaya gittim. Karım öyle derin uyuyordu ki götünde pireler uçuşuyordu. Yengemin odasına girdiğimde yengem geceliğini çıkarmış, ayakta beni bekliyordu. Hemen soyundum ve ayakta öpüşmeye başladık. Yengemin boynunu, memelerini, meme uçlarını yalayıp emiyordum. Her yerini dişlemek istiyordum, yengem “Morartma aşkım, kocam şüphelenmesin.” diye uyardı beni. “Tamam aşkım.” dedim ve öpüşmeye devam ettik. Ellerimi de arkasına attım, kalçalarını yoğuruyordum. Yengem de elini yarağıma atıp sıvazlayınca, benim yarrak yavaş yavaş dikelmeye başladı. Yengem “Uzan aşkım.” deyip beni sırtüstü yatağa yatırdı. Kendisi de amı ağzıma gelecek şekilde, 69 pozisyonunda, üzerime çıktı.

Yengem benim yarrağımı yiyecek gibi somuruyor, ben de delicesine yengemin amını yalıyorum ve kalçalarını üfeliyorum. Yengemin götüne parmağımı sokunca, yengem “Merak etme aşkım, birazdan götümü de sikeceksin, sırada şimdi amım var!” dedi ve kalktı, Jokey pozisyonuna geçti, yavaşça yarrağıma oturdu. Bir türlü kabul etmek istemiyordum, fakat sanki yengem sikişmeyi benden iyi biliyordu. Profesyonel bir orospu gibi sikişiyordu, işi çok iyi biliyordu. Beni boşaltmadan kendisi müthiş bir şekilde boşaldı, orgazm oldu. Şaşkınlığım gittikçe hayranlığa dönüşüyordu. Yengem bu şekil sikişmeyi bizim saf kayınçodan öğrenmiş olamazdı, hiç mümkünatı yok! Bunlarla şimdi kafa yormanın sırası değildi, kendimi sikişe konsantre etmem ve zevk almaya bakmam gerekiyordu. Yengem sikimin üzerinden kalktı, yüzüme oturur gibi amını ağzıma dayadı ve bana amını, amının sularını yalattı.

Sonra yüzümden kalktı, yarrağımı yalayarak ıslattı ve “Kalk aşkım, sıra götüme geldi!” dedi. Yüzünü yatağın kenarına koyarak, halının üstünde domaldı. Eline tükürerek, parmaklarıyla tükürüğünü götünün deliğine sıvadı. İki elini arkaya atarak götünün yanaklarını yanlara ayırdı ve “Hadi aşkım, sik götümü!” dedi. Hemen yengemin arkasına geçtim, sikimi tutarak, kafasını göt deliğine soktum. Ben yengeme acı vermemek için çok dikkatli ve yavaş hareket etmeyi düşünüyordum. Fakat yengem, daha sikimin kafası götüne girer girmez, kendini geriye ittiriverdi. Bir seferde ne var ne yok hepsini almıştı içine. Yarrağım içinde, götüyle daireler çiziyordu. Sonra ileri geri salınmaya başladı. Yengemi belinden tuttum ve ben de yengemin tersine ileri geri yapmaya başladım. Yengem götünü ileri çekince ben de sikimi geri çekiyordum. Sonra yengem götünü arkaya getirince, ben de sikimi ileri bastırıyordum.

Yengemle okadar muntazam bir ritim yakalamıştık ki, daha önce hiç kimseyle böylesine ritmik bir şekilde sikişmemiştim. Yirmi dakikaya yakın bu ritimde yengemin götünü siktim. Sonra ikimiz aynı anda hızlandık. Yengemin kalçaları kasıklarıma sert sert vurdukça, kasıklarım ve taşaklarım ağrımaya başladı. Yengem, “Boşalacağın zaman haber ver aşkım.” dedi. “Tamam hayatım.” deyip yengemin götünü sikmeye devam ettim. Yengemin götünü sikerken aldığım zevk müthişti, fakat aynı zamanda da içimde bir burukluk vardı. Yengemin her halinden belliydi, yengemin götünü ilk siken erkek ben değildim. Yengemin götünü siken ilk erkek kayınçom da olamazdı. Bu arada boşalmak üzereydim, yengeme “Boşalacam hayatım.” dedim. Yengem ,“Dur boşalma daha.” deyip yarağımı götünden çıkardığı gibi ağzına aldı ve emmeye başladı. Yarrağımı emerken de kafasını yukarı aşağı sallayarak, boşalabileceğimi belirtiyordu. Zaten yengem istese de istemese de boşalacaktım.

Yengemin ağzına öyle bir tazyikle boşaldım ki, nerdeyse spermlerimin tamamına yakını yengemin ta midesine kadar fışkırmıştır. Yengem damarlarımı kurutacakmış gibi emiyordu yarrağımı. Spermlerimin hepsini yalayıp yuttuktan sonra, “Harikaydın erkeğim!” dedi ve kalktı, öpüşmeye başladık. Ben de yengeme, “Asıl harika olan sensin aşkım, harika sikişiyorsun!” dedim. Yatakta birbirimize yarım saat kadar sarılıp uzandıktan sonra yengem, “Aşkım, şimdi karının yanına git yat, anlamasın. Bundan sonra bol bol sikişiriz.” dedi. “Tamam hayatım.” deyip yengemi öptüm ve banyoya gittim, duş aldım. Sonra da karımın yanına yatmaya gittim. Karım halen uyuyordu, uyanması da imkansız gibiydi. Karıma arkasından sarılarak, sanki yengeme sarılmışım gibi yattım uyudum.

Ertesi sabah kayınçom da geldi, hep birlikte kahvaltı yaptık. Kayınçom, karısının bizde kalmasına müsade ettim diye, bana teşekkür etti, “Sağol enişte, çok makbule geçti, gözüm arkada kalmadı.” dedi. Ben de, “Ne önemi var kayınço, ev sizin. Nezaman istersen getir yengemi bizde kalsın.” dedim. Karım da, “Tabi tabi, bundan sonra her Nachtdienst’in olduğunda mutlaka getir, bizde kalsın, getirmezsen darılırım valla.” diyerek beni destekledi. Yengemin ise ağzı var dili yok, sadece yüzünde küçük bir tebessüm. Ohh beee, herkes memnundu! Bundan sonra ayda enaz dört gece yengemi sikecektim. Hemde kendi evimde. Hemde yengemi kayınçom kendi elleriyle getirecekti. Hemde karım yan odada uyurken. Bundan sonra yengem yatılı geldiğinde tek yapmam gereken şey, sadece karımın içeceğine uyku hapı atmak olacak!

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Kocam Sabaha Kadar Başkasıyla Birlikte Beni Sikti

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Kocam Sabaha Kadar Başkasıyla Birlikte Beni Sikti
25 yaşında 5 yıllık evli bir kadınım. Kocamla aynı yaştayız. Mükemmel bir evliliğimiz var, mutluyum, anlayışlı, her isteğimi yerine getiren bir kocam var. Ama tek sorunumuz cinselliğe bakış açımız. Kocam tam anlamıyla azgın bir erkek. Bense, onun kadar sekse meraklı değilim. Yetiştiriliş tarzım, seksi umacı gibi gösteren ailem, kendimi bakire olarak kocama saklayıp her şeyden kendimi soyutlamam, her şey bir araya geldi, neredeyse Frijit bir kadın oldum çıktım. Yıldırım aşkına tutulup birbirimizi sevdik, flört dönemini kısa tutup evlendik, birbirimizi yeteri kadar tanıyamadan. Sadece, ben ona ilk erkeğim olduğunu anlattım, o da buluğ çağından beri seks yaptığından bahsetti. Sayısız kız ve kadınla yatmış, ama tanıştıktan sonra sadece ben varmışım. Her şeyi bana o öğretecekmiş. Seviştiği hiçbir kadın benim kadar güzel, seksi, gösterişli değilmiş. Gerdek gecesinden başlayarak öğretmeye başladı da. İlk defa bir erkeği çırılçıplak gördüm, kalkmış bir erkekliğe ilk kez yakından bakıp dokundum, bacaklarımın arasına ilk kez bir yabancı el, bir erkek organı değdi. Zifaf
korkumu, anlayışlı, sevecen kocamın yardımıyla atlatabildim, tüm gece uğraştıktan sonra, sabaha karşı bekaretimi verdim.

Sonrası da hep böyle devam etti. Sürekli kocam istedi, ben verdim. Sadece içki içtiğim nadir günlerde bazen azıp ilk hareketi ben yaptım. Tek kadeh bile beni sarhoş etmeye yeter, rahatlar, gülmeye başlarım. İkinci kadehte hareketlerimi kontrol edemem, o Seks’i görev gibi gören kadın gider, kocama azgın bir fahişe olurum, sonra da sızar kalırım. Sabah başımın ağrısıyla, bacaklarımın arasında kocamın kurumuş dölleriyle, yanımda mutlu mesut yatan kocamla uyanırım.

Bundan bir ay önce Antalya’ya tatile gittik. Güzel bir tatil köyüydü. Geniş bir arazinin içinde yayılmış Bungalow tipi, içleri çok güzel dekore edilmiş müstakil evlerden oluşmuştu. Her şey harikaydı, gülüyor, eğleniyorduk. Gündüzleri ortadaki büyük yüzme havuzuna, geceleri köyün içindeki diskoya gidiyorduk. Günlerimiz harika geçiyordu. Üçüncü günün sonunda havuz başında eğlenceler düzenleyen animatör gençle samimi olduk. Adı Hakan’dı ve hep bizimle takılmaya başlamıştı. Kocamla kafaları uyuyor, ben de onlara katılıyordum.

Kısa sürede Hakan’ın asıl amacının bana asılmak olduğunu anladım. Hareketleri, bana bakışları değişikti. Tamam yakışıklı çocuktu, güçlü kuvvetli, gösterişli kasları, sportmen vücuduyla güzel bir erkekti. Ama kocam varken ona yüz veremezdim. Kocama birkaç kez ima ederek anlatmaya çalıştım. Gece yatağımızda sevişirken kocama, “Kadir… Şu Hakan… Gözü hep üzerimde… Yiyecek gibi bakıyor. Havuzda iki parça bez var üstümde, onları da gözleriyle soyuyor. Çekiniyorum…” falan dedim.

Aldırmadı bile. Güldü, “Sikecek gibi mi bakıyor? Aldırma aşkım… Yanında ben varım. Öyle güzelsin ki, hele o minik bikinilerini giydiğinde öyle seksi oluyorsun ki, zavallı Hakan da her erkek gibi sana bakmadan yapamıyor. Boş ver! Sana bakan diğer erkeklerin yanında, o da, benim güzel, seksi karıma biraz bakıversin! Bence sakıncası yok, biz tatilimizin tadını çıkaralım!” diyerek sevişmeye devam etti.

Ne geniş kocam vardı benim. Kendine o kadar güveniyordu ki, kıskanmak kelimesini bilmiyordu bile. Kocam her zamanki gibi misyoner pozisyonunda üstümde gidip gelirken, bu kadar rahatlığın iyi bir şey olup olmadığını sorgulayarak yattım altında. Bir parça kıskansa daha mı hoşuma gidecekti? Kısıtlasa, her şeyime karışsa, kızsa. Karar veremedim bir türlü. Boş verdim ben de. Dikkatimi içime girip çıkan kocamın sikine verdim, bir parça zevk duymaya çalıştım.

Ertesi gün tatilimiz yine aynı şekilde devam etti. Yine havuz başı. Yine her boş anında yanımızda biten Hakan. Kocamın olmadığı anlarda onun beni yer gibi bakışları. Bir yandan çekiniyordum, pek yüz vermiyordum, bir yandan da böylesine beğenilmekten, istenilmekten gizli gizli bir mutluluk duyuyor, içim bir hoş oluyordu. Bir yanımda kocam, diğer yanımda Hakan. Bana hayran iki erkeğin arasında kendimi prenses gibi hissediyordum.

Beşinci gün akşamı diskoya gittik. Harika bir ortam vardı. İnsanın kanını kaynatan canlı, gürültülü bir müzik, etrafta dünyaya aldırmaksızın dans edenler, öpüşenler, sevişenler… Sütyensiz, dik memelerimi ortaya seren kısacık, askılı bir tişört, altımda mini etek, ayaklarımda yüksek topuklu sandaletler vardı. Yanımda müziğe uygun kıpırdayıp duran kocamla ayakta dikilip etrafı seyrediyorduk.

Hakan elinde kokteyl kadehleriyle yanımızda bitti. İçkiye dayanıksız olduğumu bildiğimden pek içmek istemiyordum. Ama hem Hakan’ın, hem kocamın ısrarlarını kıramadım, getirdiği kadehi aldım, içmeye başladık. İşte yine aynı şey oluyordu. Birkaç yudum sonra alkol damarlarımda dolaşmaya başladı. Benim de o evli, ağırbaşlı, ev kadını maskem bir anda çıt diye kırıldı, içimdeki kadın ortaya çıkıverdi.

Birinci kadehlerimiz bittiğinde Hakan hemen gidip ikincileri getirdi. Ben de onlara katılmaya, olduğum yerde kıpırdayıp dans etmeye başladım. İkinci kadehlerimizi fondip yapıp kocamla kendimizi dans pistine attık. Loş ışığın altında yanıp sönen, dönüp duran ışıklar, gümbür gümbür çalan hareketli müzikler…

Biraz sonra Hakan yanımıza geldi, yanımızda dans etmeye başladı. İki erkekle beraber dans ediyordum. Oryantal müzik başladı. En sevdiğim müzik. Kıvrılıyor, bükülüyor, uzun saçlarımı, mini eteğimi savurarak, müziğin ritmini içimde duyarak dans ediyordum. Hakan ve kocam da karşımda alkışlarıyla tempo tutuyorlardı. İkisinin de gözleri benim her yerimde dolaşıyor, bense onların arzulu bakışlarının altında bir profesyonel dansöz gibi kıvırıyordum.

Müzik bitti, masamıza döndük. Hakan tekrar içki getirdi. Ben artık kendimi iyice koyvermiştim. Bir dikişte onu da içtim. Olduğum yerde devam eden çılgın dans müziğinin etkisinde masada oturan erkeklerin önünde dans ediyordum. Öyle coşmuştum ki, oturduğum koltuğun üzerine bile çıktığımı hatırlıyorum. İkisi de, hatta etraftaki erkekler de aşağıdan beni izliyorlardı. Savrulan minicik eteğimin altına giydiğim tanga külodu bile görüyorlardı eminim…

Ve alkolün verdiği cesaretle buna aldırmıyordum bile. Hatta hoşuma gidiyordu bana öyle bakmaları… Kocam da beni durdurmak, aşağıya indirmek için hiçbir hareket yapmıyordu. Sanırım bana bakmaları kocamın da hoşuna gidiyordu. Bir süre sonra yoruldum. Hareketli dans, fazla kaçırdığım alkol iyice etkilemiş, ayakta duramıyordum. Başım dönüyordu. Gülüyor, saçma sapan konuşuyordum. Kocam koluma girdi, “Hadi gidelim hayatım, sen iyice zom oldun. Hakan bana yardım eder misin, karımı odamıza çıkaralım…” dedi.

İki yanıma geçip kollarımı boyunlarına attılar, beni kaldırıp diskodan çıkardılar. Aslında onların da benden farkları yoktu, onlar da iyi içmişlerdi. Kahkahalarla gülüyorlar, konuşuyorlar, dengelerini zor sağlıyorlardı. Ama ne de olsa erkek olduklarından içkiye daha dayanıklıydılar. Diskodan çıktık. Odamıza kadar olan yol boyunca kocamın eli sırtımda, Hakan’ın eli ise belimde, kalçalarımdaydı. Ben yürüdükçe elini kalçalarımda okşarcasına oynatıyordu. Öyle sarhoştum ki, tepki veremiyordum, o da okşamalarına devam ediyordu.

Odamıza geldik, kapıyı açtılar, içeri girdik hep birlikte. Beni yatağın yanına kadar getirdiler. Önce oturdum, sonra başım dönünce sırt üstü attım kendimi. Altımdaki mini etek sıyrılmış, küloduma kadar meydandaydı, biliyordum fakat aldırmıyordum. Bu kafayla, gecenin bu saatinde etek düzeltmekle uğraşacak halim yoktu hiç…

Hakan da ayakta, hemen önümde duruyor bana bakıyordu. Sanırım tanga külodumun manzarası hoşuna gitmiş olmalıydı, gözlerini ayıramıyordu benden. Kocam yandaki koltuğa oturmuş, mini buzdolabından içecek bir şeyler aranıyordu sarhoş sarhoş. Hakan bana bakmayı bırakıp, isteksizce iyi geceler diledi. Kapıya yönelmişti ki, kocam elinde içki şişesiyle seslendi, “Nereye Hakancım? Gel birer içki daha alalım dostum, cila olur!” diye davet etti.

Hakan da üstüne atladı, teklifi hemen kabul etti. Beni izlemeye doyamamıştı anlaşılan. Daha ilk içkilerini içerken kocam esnemeye başlamıştı. Bu arada Hakan’ın telefonu çaldı. Balkona çıkıp bir süre konuştu. Konuşurken bile gözleri benim üzerimden ayrılmıyordu, görüyordum. Hakan balkondayken kocam içkisini bitirmiş, koltukta kaykılıp horlamaya başlamıştı. Konuşmasını bitiren Hakan kocamın yanına geldi, “Kadir abi!” diye seslendi, horlayarak uyuklayan kocamı dürttü birkaç kez, uyandırmaya çalıştı.

Kocam halen uyumaya devam ediyordu. Onu bıraktı, benim yanıma geldi. Ben kolumu bile kaldıramıyordum, kısık gözlerimin arasından etrafımda fıldır fıldır dönen odada olup bitenleri izlemeye çalışmakla yetiniyordum sadece. Yanıma oturdu. Uzun uzun beni seyretti. Her zamankinden farklı, boğuk bir sesle, “Bukeett!” diye seslendi bana. Başımı hafif kaldırıp aynı tonda, peltek peltek yanıtladım, “Efendiimmm?” diye. Gülüyordum bir yandan da. “Sen niye bir içki daha içmiyorsun Buket?” dedi. Elimi tutmuş okşuyordu bunu sorarken.

“Çok sarhoş oldum Hakancım. İçki istemiyorum artık…” dedim. O da, “Canım, daha çok soda var bunun içinde. Bak, bu hapı da içine atıyorum. Bu ilaç baş dönmesine, sarhoşluğa birebirdir, etkilerini azaltır!” dedi. “Azaltır mı? Heyy, güzelmiş. Ver bari içeyim!” dedim, kolumu zorla kaldırıp kadehi aldım elinden, sırtımı yatağın başlığına dayayıp yudum yudum içtim.

O da benimle beraber kendi içkisini yudumlarken havadan sudan konuşup duruyordu. Bu arada benden taraftaki elini de dizime atmıştı. Sonra o konuşmaya devam ederken, dizimdeki eli çok yavaş hareketlerle bacağımı okşamaya, hafif hafif yukarılara doğru ilerlemeye başladı. Umursamadım. Zaten bir şey yapacak, karşı koyacak halim de, niyetim de yoktu.

Biraz sonra okşamaların dozu arttı, bacağımdaki el yine okşaya okşaya eteğimin altına girdi. Adeta bir yılanın süzülmesi gibi ilerliyordu bacaklarımda. Hoşuma da gidiyordu okşaması. Kedi gibi gerindim uzandığım yerde. İçimde bir şeyler akmaya, kaynamaya başladı. Bacaklarımın arasında okşayarak ilerleyen eli şimdi küloduma ulaşmış, amımı okşuyordu tanga külodumun üzerinden. Yarım ağızla itiraz ederek doğrulmaya çalıştım, “Aaa… Ne yapıyorsun Hakan?” dedim peltek peltek.

“Şşşş! Sakin ol canım. Seni sikmek istiyorum sadece!” diyerek omuzlarımdan tutup geriye bastırdı beni. Direkt olarak sikmekten bahsetmesi komiğime gitmişti. Kızacağım yerde gülerek, “Terbiyesiz!” dedim. Elimi eteğimin altında kıpırdayıp duran elinin üstüne koydum ve “Ahh Hakan… Çok terbiyesizsin, biliyor musun? Hem terbiyesiz, hem yakışıklısın! Sana, heykel gibi vücuduna, kaslarına, mayonu kabartan sikine baktıkça bakasım geliyor! Bitiyorum Hakan! Yağlarım eriyor! Islanıyorum!” dedim. Sarhoşluğun verdiği cesaretle kelimeler istemsizce ağzımdan dökülüyordu. İçimden geçirdiğim, kendime bile söylemediğim şeyleri dile getiriyor, duygularımı, hayranlığımı itiraf ediyordum ona…

Hakan, “Ben de sana hayranım aşkım! Bu güzel, biçimli vücuduna, gülüşüne, seksiliğine. Hastayım sana. Seni ilk gördüğüm anda da, her gördüğümde de sikim kalkıyor! Seni sevmek, okşamak, sikmek için deliriyorum! Ohhh! Çok güzelsin yavrum! O gün bu gün! Şimdi seni sikmek üzereyim! İsteğim oldu! Kocanın yanında sikecem seni! Onun gözlerinin önünde! Her yerini sikecem! Bu gece benimsin! Benim kadınımsın! Benim!” dedi ve elimi tutup kucağına koydu. Pantolonunun altında sertleşmiş, kazık gibi olmuş aletini tutturdu bana. “Şuna baksana! Nasıl istiyor seni! Amına girmek için sabırsızlanıyor yarağım! Ohhhh! Bebeğim benim! Canımmm!” dedi.

Cevap verecek halim bile kalmamıştı. Onun böyle kaba, müstehcen, amlı, sikli, yaraklı kelimeler kullanarak konuşması da ayrı delirtiyordu beni. Tahrik oluyordum. Kocamdan pek duymadığım, konuşmasına izin vermediğim, susturduğum sözcüklerdi bunlar. Kendimi bıraktım ben de. Beni seven, okşayan eline karşı koyacak gücüm yoktu. Tam tersine, karşı koymak şöyle dursun, daha da ilerlesin, okşasın, sevsin istiyordum. Kanım kaynıyordu. Amımı okşayan el iyice cüretini arttırmış, külodumu çekip çıkarıvermişti. Parmaklarını içime sokmuştu. Islanmaya başlayan amımın dudaklarını, klitorisimi okşuyordu parmaklarıyla…

Kocama bakmayı akıl edebildim o durumdayken. Halen koltuğun üzerinde kaykılmış horlayıp duruyordu. Top atılsa duyacak hali yoktu. Sonra, bir şeyin farkına vardım. Kasıklarımda bir yanma başlamıştı. Alev alev yanıyordu amım, etrafı, içleri kaşınıyordu. Sanki vücudumun bütün kanı oramda toplanmıştı. Adeta tüm kanımın damarlarımda oraya doğru ilerlediğini hissedebiliyordum. “Ne oluyor bana böyle?” diye sormaya çalıştım. Hakan cevap bile vermedi bana. Eteğimi belime kadar sıvamış, başını kasıklarıma eğmiş, tüm dikkatini amıma vermişti. Dirseklerimin üzerinde doğrulmuş, ne yaptığını anlamaya çalışıyordum sarhoş kafayla. Dudaklarını yapıştırdı amıma. Dilini çıkarmış, bir köpek yavrusu gibi yalıyor, dudaklarıyla somuruyordu amımı.

“Mmmmhhh!” diye inledim, “Ohhh, Hakan! Ne yapıyorsun sen?” dedim fısıltıyla. Yalamayı bırakıp bana baktı başını kaldırıp, “Amcığını yalıyorum canım! Güzel amcığını! İstemiyorsan bırakayım? Ne diyorsun? Bırakayım mı?” dedi. “Yoo! Hayır! Sakın bırakma! Çok güzel! Devam et!” diye atıldım hemen, “Yalaman hoşuma gidiyor, amımın ateşini alıyor sanki. Ne oluyor bana böyle Hakan? Amım yanıyor sanki. Ne yaptın bana sen? Yoksa… Koyduğun hap…” dediğimde, gülümsedi, “Sadece içkine azdırıcı koydum güzelim. Bu gece seni sikmem için yalvaracaksın bana! Sikimi sokmam için, amından götünden sikmem için, sikimi yalayabilmek için bana yalvaracaksın!” dedi.

“Yoo! Hayır! Asla yapmam, yapamam senin dediklerini! Ben evli bir kadınım, kocamın yanında nasıl yaparsın bunu bana Hakan?” diye itiraz ettim gücümün kalan son kırıntılarıyla. Beni bıraktı, ayağa kalkıp üzerindeki pantolon ve gömleği hızla çıkarıp atıverdi. Sadece slip küloduyla kaldı. Külodun önünde kocaman bir kabarıklık vardı. Sonra külodunu da indirip çıkardı. Havuzda mayosu ıslandığında kabarıklığını gördüğüm ve hep merak ettiğim yarağı fırlayıverdi dışarıya. Kocamınkiyle aynı boyutta, biraz kalınca bir yarağı vardı, taş gibi olmuş, yukarıya doğru kalkmış haldeydi.

Bana yaklaştı, yattığım yerden saçımı tutup canımı yakarak kendine çekti. Kasıklarına, yarağına yaklaştırdı dudaklarımı. Ne istediğini biliyordum. Çaresiz dilimi çıkarıp ucunu yaladım yavaşça. Bana, “Bu gece kocan benim tatlım! Yala onu!” dedi sert bir sesle. “Yala ve em!” dedi, sikinin başını ağzıma soktu haşince. Çaresizce dudaklarımı açıp içeriye kabul ettim. Saçımdan asılarak sikini sokup çıkarmaya başladı ağzıma. Diğer elini de uzatıp tişörtümün dekoltesinden soktu, sütyensiz göğüslerimin üzerinde dolaştırmaya, sıkıp avuçlamaya başladı. İnledim. Hoşuma gidiyordu onu yalamak. Kasıklarının erkek kokusu Afrodizyak gibi daha çok tahrik ediyor, delirtiyordu beni, sanki içkime koyduğu ilaç yetmezmiş gibi.

Elimi kasıklarıma, apış arama götürdüm. Orada yanan ateşi parmaklarımla okşayıp söndürmeye çalıştım. Ne mümkün! Yanıyordum alev alev. İnce parmaklarım yangını söndürmekte yetersiz kalıyordu. Bir de göğüslerimi avuçlayıp duran el daha da arttırıyordu ateşimi. Sonra ağzımdaki yarağını çıkarıverdi, onu tutan elimden kurtarıp geri çekildi. Yarağını emmekten yalamaktan ıslanmış dudaklarıma yumuldu. Hırsla karşılık verdim dudaklarına. Nefessiz bırakıncaya kadar öptü beni. Sonra dudaklarımı da bırakıp beni yatağa itti, kendisi doğrulup geri çekildi. Yatağın yanında ayakta beni izliyordu ıslak yarağını okşayarak…

Elinden oyuncağı alınmış çocuk gibi kalakaldım. Kasıklarımdaki o yanma, amımdaki şişkinlik, kaşıntı hissi halen devam ettiği gibi, sanki şiddeti daha da artıyordu. İki elimi de apış arama götürdüm, sıkıyor, okşuyor, yatağın içinde bacaklarım sımsıkı kapalı kıvranıyordum…

Başımı yana çevirdiğimde birden gözüm kocama ilişti! Korktuğum başıma gelmişti. Gözleri açıktı. Bana bakıyordu. Yanıbaşında çırılçıplak bir erkekle beraber yatakta yatan karısına. Dünya başıma yıkıldı sanki. Utandım, yerin dibine geçtim. “Kadir!” diyebildim.

Bu arada Hakan üzerime eğilmiş, üzerimde ne varsa bir bir çıkarıp atıyordu. Kısa sürede ben de çırılçıplak kaldım, yatakta kıvranır haldeydim. Duramıyor, içimde yükselen seks isteğini durduramıyordum. Kocamın ifadesiz bakışları parlamaya başladı sanki. Anlayamıyordum. Olan biteni kavrayamıyordum. Neler oluyordu bana böyle? Her zamanki alkol azgınlığı değildi bu. İçime bir şey girmesi, bir yarağın girip beni çılgınca becermesi için deliriyordum adeta. İçimdeki kaşıntıyı, yangını ancak böyle giderebilirdim. Öyle geliyordu bana…

Kocama yalvardım, elimi uzatıp çağırdım, “Kadir… Kocam… Yanıma gel… Yatağa… Seni istiyorum… Hemen…” dedim. Kocam ise sarhoş, kolunu kaldıramayacak vaziyette, koltukta beni, bizi izlemekle yetiniyordu. Peltek peltek, tipik sarhoş konuşmasıyla, dilini ağzının içinde zor döndürerek cevap verdi bana, “Karıjımm… Harika görünüyorsun… İkiniz de öyle… Sanki pornolardaki sikişen artistler gibisiniz… Hadi sevişin… Ben sizi seyredeyim…” dedi. Pantolonunu indirmiş, yarı sertleşen sikini eliyle sıvazlayarak bize bakıyordu bunu söylerken. Kulaklarıma inanamıyordum, neler söylüyordu bu adam?

Hakan atılıp söze karıştı, “Kadir abiden sana hayır yok. Benim seni sikmemi istiyor. Öyle değil mi Kadir abi? Karını becermemi ister misin? Şimdi, şurada, gözünün önünde sikeyim mi güzel karını? Seksi karını?” dedi. Kocam başını salladı onaylayarak, “Evet, karımı sik Hakan! Becer onu! Sik kaltağı! Amına koy karımın! Seksin ne olduğunu öğrensin! İsteyip de alamamak neymiş öğrensin! Yalvarmayı öğrensin!” dedi.

Hakan bana döndü bu kez, “Sen ne diyorsun aşkım? Sikilmek istiyorsun değil mi? Oh, yavrum benim! Nasıl da kıvranıyorsun seks için, sikilmek için. Amcığından sular akıyor. Deli gibi sikilmek istiyorsun, biliyorum. Şu anda kim gelse sikilmeye razı vaziyettesin. Defalarca denedim bu hapı, etkilerini çok iyi biliyorum. Sabaha kadar siksem doymayacaksın artık! Durmadan sevişmek istiyorsun şu anda. Ama hayır, yalvar bana! Sikmem için yalvar! Amına koymam için, yarağımı amına sokmam için yalvar! Yoksa düzmem seni, sikmem!” dedi.

Doğru söylüyordu. Öyle bir istekle kıvranıyordum, öyle bir çılgınca sevişme arzusu, sikilme isteği sarmıştı ki bedenimi. Bacaklarımı sımsıkı kapayıp amımı kıstırıyor, kollarımı kendime sarıp içimdeki kahredici isteği gidermek istiyordum. Ama nafile, dediğini yapmaktan başka çarem yoktu. Kısık sesle istediğini yaptım, “Lütfen Hakan…” diye kekeledim. Elini kulağına götürdü, gülerek, “Efendim? Duyamadım tatlım! Yüksek sesle söyle! Ben de, kocan da duyamıyoruz. Ne istiyorsun benden?” dedi. Artık sabrımın sonuna gelmiştim. Dayanamıyordum. Ne isterse yapmaya hazırdım, yeter ki siksin…

“Piç herif, seni istiyorum!” diye bağırdım, “Sik beni alçak! Ne istediğimi biliyorsun orospu çocuğu! O hapı atarken bu duruma düşeceğimi biliyordun. Becer beni artık! Sik! Ne istersen yaparım, gel artık!” deyip, bacaklarımı olabildiğince ikiye ayırdım. Elimle amımın dudaklarından tutup açtım. İçinden sular akan pembe çiçeğimi ona gösterdim. Umutsuzca yalvardım. Onun sözcükleriyle, “Lütfenn… Seni istiyorum… O şeyini sok içime… Sikini… Yarrağını sok… Yalvarıyorum!” dedim. Gözlerimden yaş gelmeye başlamıştı, bayağı ağlıyordum istemsizce…

“Peki aşkım, madem çok istiyorsun sikmemi, istediğini vereyim ben de! Öyle değil mi Kadir abi? Bak nasıl ağlıyor karıcığın! Sikmemi istiyor benden! Sikmem için yalvarıyor bana!” dedi. Elini uzatıp yanaklarımdan akan gözyaşlarımı sildi, “Canım benim, kıyamam sana! Nasıl da ağlıyor, şuna bak Kadir abi!” dedi. Kocam da, “Hadi artık Hakan! Sen de yalvartma artık. İstediğini ver karıma! Bak ben de bekliyorum, sik artık şunu!” dedi.

Hakan sonunda dediğini yaptırmış, sikilmek için yalvartmıştı beni. Gözyaşlarımdan ıslanan yanağımı okşayan elini tutup avuçlarını öptüm, kendime çektim umutsuzca. Gülümseyerek geldi, bacaklarımı aralayıp arasına girdi. Sertleşmiş sikini tutup amıma sürttü. “Ohhhh!” diye inledim kıvranarak. Gerisinin gelmesini bekledim. Gelmedi. Sikini su içinde kalmış, ıslak yarığım boyunca ileri geri sürtüyor, klitorisimi sikiyle okşuyor, delirtiyordu beni. Sikinin bu ilk teması bile yetmişti bana. İlk kasılmalarımı yaşadım. Daha içime girmeden orgazm oluyordum. Amımdan sular fışkırıyordu adeta…

Tişörtümü alıp bacak arama sürdü, amımın ıslaklığını aldı. Amımın sularıyla ıslanmış tişörtümü burnuna götürüp kokladı. Sonra yavaş hareketlerle sikini amımın girişine nişanladı, başını dayadı. Dışı kuruyan amıma zorla sokmaya başladı. Acıyla inledim. Aldırmadı bile. Amımın dudaklarını ikiye ayırıp sokmaya devam etti. İçimden gelen zevk suları tekrar akmaya, amımı kayganlaştırmaya başlamıştı hemen. Yarıya kadar soktu, geriye çıkardı. Tekrar soktu. Bu kez bir hamlede dibime kadar girmişti yarağı. Boynuna sarıldım sımsıkı. Kendime çektim. Öyle bir zevk alıyordum ki, “Ahhh! Çok güzel!” diye inledim. Öylece kaldı içimde. Hareket etmiyordu. “Hadii! Devam et! Sik beni Hakan!” dedim…

Başını ellerimle tutmuş, dudaklarına çılgınca öpücükler konduruyordum. Gidip gelmesini istiyordum içimde, ama o hareketsiz duruyordu. Bu kez ben kalçalarımı kaldırıp indirmeye, sert yarağının amımda gidip gelmesini sağlamaya başladım. Delirmiştim adeta. Deli kuvveti gelmişti bana. Bacaklarımı beline dolayıp yana devrildim, erkeğimi sırt üstü yatırıp üzerine çıktım bir anda. Şimdi üstünlük bendeydi. İstediğim gibi hareket edebilirdim. O içimi kavuran istekle, inip kalkmaya başladım. Dizlerimin üzerinde yükseliyor, başı dışarıya çıkana kadar durmuyordum. Sonra hızla oturuyor, içimi yaran yarağı dibime kadar dayanıyor, kasıklarımız birbirine yapışıyordu…

Bir makine gibi devamlı tekrarlıyordum bu hareketi. Kasıklarındaki kılların klitorisime sürtünmesi öldürüyordu zevkten. Tekrar boşaldım o zevkle. Hakan’da ise tık yoktu. Boşalmamıştı. Dimdik yarağı içimde, emrime hazır bir asker gibiydi. Boşalmam bitince beni yana devirdi. Kalktı, belimi tutup domalttı yatağın üzerinde. Arkamdan girdi bu kez amıma. Dakikalarca gidip geldi. Zevk sularım bacaklarımdan yatağa süzülüyordu. Elimi araya sokup parmağımı klitorisime götürdüm. Başım yastıkta, domalmış vaziyette, parmaklarımla klitorisimi okşayıp sıkarken, Hakan da piston gibi gidip geliyordu içimde…

İyice hızlandırdı hareketlerini. Ben yine yükselmeye, orgazma yaklaşmıştım ki, aniden çıkıverdi içimden. Böğürüyordu adeta. Belimde, sırtımda sıcak dölleri hissettim yağmur gibi. Boşalıyordu. Tam orgazma yaklaştığım anda aniden içimden çıkması delirtmişti beni. Yatağa attım kendimi. Parmaklarımla kendimi okşamaya, klitorisimi hırpalamaya devam ettim. Beni heyecanla izleyen iki erkeğin önünde, yatakta kıvrana kıvrana kendimi tatmin ediyordum. Bağıra bağıra boşalmaya başladım az sonra. Dakikalarca kasıldım, titredim, inledim…

Kasılmalarım bittiğinde çarmıha gerilmiş gibi kollarım, bacaklarım açık kala kaldım. Bitmiştim. Kollarım tutmuyordu. Nefes nefese, soluk almaya çalışıyordum. Göğsüm körük gibi inip kalkıyordu. Ter içindeydim. Sırtımda Hakan’ın dölleri vardı, yattığım yerde ıslaklığını hissediyordum. Hakan elimden tuttu, kaldırıp koluma girdi, banyoya götürdü beni. Duşun altına soktu, bir güzel yıkadı, çıkarıp kuruladı. Tekrar yatağa getirip yatırdı. Gidip kendisi duşun altına girdi. Benimse parmağımı kıpırdatacak halim yoktu. Sırt üstü serilip kalmıştım yatakta…

Birden bacaklarımın arasında bir temas hissettim. Zorla gözlerimi açıp baktım. Kocamdı. İnledim, “Yoo! Hayır!” dedim. Kocam bana aldırmıyordu bile. Teni ıslaktı, su damlacıkları süzülüyordu. O da duşa girmiş, sarhoşluğunu atmış gibiydi. Bu kez kocam bacaklarımı araladı, kalkmış sikini amımasoktu. O tanıdık zevk ateşi anında tüm vücudumu sardı yine. Kendime inanamıyordum. Az önce boşalmıştım. On dakika olmamıştı daha. Ama içime giren kocamın sikini iştahla, sevişmeye yeni başlamış gibi alıyordum amıma…

Bacaklarımı ayırıp içimde yükselen şehvetin kollarına bıraktım kendimi. Gözlerim kapalı, kocamın içimde gidip gelen sikini hissetmeye çalışıyordum. Dudaklarıma temas eden bir sıcaklıkla gözlerimi açtım. Duştan çıkan Hakan yanımıza gelmiş, belindeki havluyu eliyle tutup tekrar sertleşmiş sikini dudaklarıma sürüyordu. “Aç ağzını! Yarrağımı ağzına al! Yala canım!” dedi. Dediğini yaptım hemen. Ağzımı kocaman açtım, sikini dudaklarımın arasından kaydırıverdi. Dudaklarımı kapatıp ağzıma alabildiğim kadarını somurmaya başladım. Dilimle de ağzımın içindeki kısmını okşuyor, emiyordum. Kocam da içimde gidip gelirken gözlerini benden ayırmıyor, karısını paylaştığı adamın sikini nasıl yaladığıma bakıyordu. Zevk aldığı belliydi, bizi izledikçe içimde gidip gelen sikinin daha da büyüdüğünü hissediyordum…

Kendime, yaptıklarıma, yaşadıklarıma inanamıyordum. Bir rüyada, bir porno filmde gibi hissediyordum kendimi. Kocam bacaklarımın arasında, içimde gidip geliyor, ben elin adamının sikini ağzıma almış her tarafını yalayıp emiyordum. Bir elimle de alttan sarkan taşaklarını okşuyordum sürekli. Sikini bana emdiren Hakan’ın eli memelerimde dolaşıyor, okşuyor, uçlarını sıkıyordu. Kocamsa ayak bileklerimi tek eliyle tutup bacaklarımı havaya kaldırmış, iyice daralan amımda gidip gelirken, zevk sularımla ıslattığı parmağıyla götümün deliğini okşuyordu…

O seks yapmayı görev gibi gören kadın mazide kalmıştı. Onun yerine azgın bir fahişe gelmişti. Azgın. Doyumsuz. Her yerimden, her deliğimden ayrı zevk alıyordum. Sürekli. Durmaksızın. Zevkten delirmek üzereydim…

Önce Hakan’ın ağzımın içinde emerek, dilimle okşayarak emdiğim siki kasılmaya, ayı gibi homurdanmaya, boşalmaya başladı. Saçlarımdan tutup sikini dibine kadar ağzıma soktu. Midem bulanıyor, öğürmek, sikini çıkarmak istiyordum. Ama bırakmadı. Aksine bastırıyor, bademciklerime kadar sokuyordu sikini. Sıcak spermlerinin boğazımdan aşağıya kaydığını hissettim. Hiç bitmeyecek gibiydi boşalması. Sanki az önce boşalan o değildi…

Kocam da hiç durmadan içimde gidip geliyordu, hızlanmaya başlamıştı. Hakan’ın orgazm iniltileri onu da ateşlemiş, o da kasılmaya başlamıştı. Gerilen vücudunu, daha da büyüyen sikinin amımda gidip gelmelerini hissediyordum. Hakan’ın ağzımın içine boşalması bitmeden, kocam da amıma boşalmaya başladı. Aynı anda, iki erkek birden döllerini akıtıyordu içime. Biri ağzıma, biri amıma. Bu da beni ateşledi. Tekrar orgazm olmaya, kocamın sikini amımla sağmaya başladım. Üçümüz birden boşalıyorduk. Odanın içini inlemeler, zevk feryatları kaplamıştı. Müthiş bir koro halinde, devinip duran, kasılan, şehvet ateşiyle yanan çırılçıplak bedenlerimizle yatağın üzerinde birbirimize karıştık sonunda…

Ateşimize otel odasının kliması bile yetersiz kalmış, ter içindeydik hepimiz. Nefes nefeseydik. Hala yattığımız yerde kasılıp duruyor, kim, neremize denk gelirse birbirimizi okşuyorduk. Kollarımız, bacaklarımız birbirine dolanmıştı. Dakikalarca bu durumda yattık. Sonra kocam kalktı. İkimizin de elimizden tutup bizi kaldırdı, banyoya girdik hep beraber. İki erkek, bir kadın tepemizden akan ılık suyun altında birbirimize sarıldık. Ben ortalarında, kocamın dudaklarını öperken, Hakan arkamda boynumu, omuzlarımı öpüyordu. Suyun dinlendirici etkisiyle kendine gelen bedenlerimiz birbirine yapışmış gibiydi. Erkeklerimin tekrar kıpırdanmaya başlayan siklerinin temasını, vücudumda dolaştıklarını hissediyordum. Biri önden, diğeri arkamdan, bacaklarımın arasına girmişti.

Hakan banyo rafına uzanıp duş şampuanını aldı, avucuna bolca döktü, bedenimin her yerini köpükler içinde bıraktı. Kocam da ön tarafımda aynı şeyi yaptı. Gözlerimi kapattım. Kendimi onların vücutlarının kaygan temasının, köpüklü ellerinin tüm vücudumda dolaşmasının verdiği zevke bıraktım. Kedi gibi mırıldanıyor, zevkten inliyordum aralarında…

Döndüm, ikisine birden sarıldım. Ortada değildim şimdi, onlardan biriydim, birbirine sarılmış, köpükler içinde üç bedenden oluşmuş tek bir varlık gibiydik. Zevk içinde birbirimize sarılıyor, okşuyor, öpüşüyorduk. Dudaklarımız, dillerimiz birbirini okşuyordu. Erkeklerim bana sarılıp okşadıkları gibi birbirlerini de okşuyorlardı. Kocam kulaklarımı, dudaklarımı öpücük yağmuruna tutarken, eli Hakan’ın gelişmiş kaslarında dolaşıyor, göğsünü okşayarak aşağıya inip dimdik havaya dikilmiş yarağını sıvazlıyor, oradan bana geçiyor, okşayarak kasılan karnımdan yukarıya, memelerime kadar çıkıyor, memelerimi avuçlayıp beni zevkten inletiyordu. Ardından aynı şeyi Hakan da kocama ve bana uyguluyordu. Katıksız, saf bir şehvet duygusu kaplamıştı üçümüzü de…

Hakan okşamayı bırakıp, güçlü kollarıyla beni havaya kaldırdı. Kaygan sikini altımdan amıma sürtmeye başladı. Bacaklarımı beline, kollarımı boynuna sarıp işini kolaylaştırmaya çalıştım. Yavaş yavaş aşağıya indirdi, çengel gibi beni yarağına astı adeta. Sikinin hepsi içimdeydi. Boynuna sarıldım sımsıkı…

O arada kocam da arkamda ikimize birden sarılmış durumdaydı. Onun da kalkmış sikini götümün deliğinde hissettim. Hakan’ın kalçalarımı kavrayan elleri onları ikiye ayırmış, minik göt deliğimi kocamın girişine hazır hale getirmişti. Kocam duş şampuanının köpükleriyle kayganlaşan sikinin başını göt deliğime sürtüyor, beni delirtiyordu. Hiç yapmadığım bir şeydi bu. Kocama değil götümü siktirmek, sözünü bile ettirmemiştim. Şimdiyse, göt deliğimin kenarlarında dolaşıp duran, okşayan kocamın sikinin verdiği zevk, Hakan’ın amımdaki sertliğinin verdiği zevke karışmış durumdaydı. Merakla bekliyordum başıma gelecekleri…

Kocam yüklenip bastırdı, kaygan sikinin başını yine köpükle kayganlaşmış minik göt deliğime soktu. Dudaklarımı ısırıp inledim. Hakan’ın dudaklarına kapandım. Pek beklediğim gibi acımamıştı. Sanırım köpüklerin etkisiyle olmuştu bu. Başı giren sik artık pek zorlukla karşılaşmadan yavaş yavaş girdi, girdi, sonunda kocamın kasıklarını kaba etlerimde hissettim. İki deliğim de dolmuştu şimdi. İçimdeki sikler sanki birbirlerine sürtünüyorlardı. Dudaklarımı ısırdım. Biraz acı. Çokça zevk…

Önde Hakan belini oynattı, kalçalarımı indirip kaldırdı, içimde gidip geldi, durdu. Bu kez kocam arkamda, götümde gidip geldi birkaç kez, o da durdu. İnanamıyordum. Aldığım zevk bitirmişti beni. Hem amımdan, hem götümden sikilmek. Bayılmıştım buna. Hayatımda tatmadığım zevkleri tadıyordum…

Ardından kocalarım bir makine ritminde çalışmaya başladı. Biri giriyor, diğeri çıkıyor, arkamdaki boşaltırken, önümdeki dolduruyordu zevk bölgemi. Dayanamıyordum, öylesine bir zevk alıyordum ki, inlemeye, feryat etmeye başladım. Hakan hemen dudaklarıma yapıştı, sesimi boğdu. Şimdi onun ağzının içinde boğuk boğuk inliyordum…

Bir süre sonra yoruldular, dinlenmek için durdular. Bu kez Hakan’ın boynuna asıldım, kalçamı indirip kaldırmaya başladım. İçimde hareketsiz duran taş gibi sikler, içimde alçalıp yükseliyor, aynı anda deliklerime girip, aynı anda çıkıyorlardı. Bu da zorluyordu beni. Bacak aram patlayacak gibi geriliyor, zorlanıyordum…

Sonra onlar harekete geçti, tekrar pompalamaya başladılar. Banyonun içinde vücutlarımızın çarpışmasıyla çıkan sesler, üçümüzün zevk inlemeleri yankılanıyor, bu sesler bizi daha çok baştan çıkarıyordu. Kocam bir süre sonra götümden çıktı, “Çocuklar, ben çok yoruldum!” dedi. Hakan amımdan çıkmadan, “Sen şurda yere yat Kadir abi! Biz sana gelelim!” dedi. Kocam duşun altından çıktı, sırt üstü banyonun fayanslarının üzerine sırtüstü uzandı. Siki dimdik havadaydı. Hakan beni kucakladı, kocamın yanına gittik. Arzudan titreyerek kocamın üzerine çıktım, sikini bir hamlede amıma aldım. Birkaç kez oturup kalktım…

Hakan arkamdan yanaştı, butlarımı ikiye ayırdı. Gçtümün deliğini iyice açıp sikini dayadı. Bu kez yer değiştirmiş oldular. Biraz daha kalın olan Hakan’ın sikini zorlanarak alabildim götüme. Yine dolmuştum. Yine harekete başladık. Zevk makineleri önümde, arkamda çalışmaya başladılar. Zevkten çıldırıyordum. Taş gibi siklerin içimde kayarak ilerlemeleri, girip çıkarken içerilerimi okşamaları, içimde çarpışmaları, iki deliğimin arasındaki etleri ezmeleri delirtiyordu beni…

Sonunda kaçınılmaz sonuç. Orgazm. Katıksız zevk. Küçük ölüm. Gözlerim kaydı, titremeler, kasılmalar başladı. Ben kasılırken içimdeki sikleri de ezmeye başladım. Girip çıkmakta zorlanıyorlardı. Kocam alttan bağırmaya başladı, “Ohhhh Aşkımmm! Amcığın delirtiyor beni! Geliyorum!” diye. Hakan da arkamda biteviye hareket halindeydi. Belimi tutan parmakları kasılıyor, kalçalarının hareketi artıyor, götümde gidip gelen siki daha çok girip çıkıyordu. Yine aynı anda boşalıyorduk, üçümüz birden. Kocam altımda amımın içine, Hakan arkamda götümün içine döllerini boşalttılar bağıra bağıra…

Boşalmamız bittiğinde halsiz kalmıştık. Her iki deliğime de boşalan erkeklerimin bıraktığı döller bacaklarımdan aşağıya süzülüyordu. Sırayla duşun altına girip çıktık, kurulanan gidip kendini yatağa attı. Pestilimiz çıkmıştı akşamdan beri. Sabahın ilk ışıkları perdelerden süzülmeye başlamıştı. İki erkeğim iki yanımda, birer bacaklarını üstüme atmışlar, ellerini memelerimin üzerine koymuşlardı. Defalarca boşalmanın verdiği tatlı yorgunluk, huzur içinde kendimizi uykunun kollarına bıraktık…

Öğleden sonraydı uyandığımda. İkisi de yoktu yanımda. Kalktım, duş aldım, bikinimi giyip dışarıya çıktım. Tahmin ettiğim gibi iki ortak havuz başında şezlonglara oturmuşlar sohbet ediyorlardı. Neşeleri yerindeydi ikisinin de. Gülüyor, kahkahalar atıyorlardı. Beni görünce kalktılar, ikisi de yanıma gelip yanaklarımdan, dudağımdan öptüler, sevgiyle sarıldılar…

Orada kaldığımız üç gün boyunca ayrılmadık birbirimizden. Geceleri aynı yatağı paylaştık. Sabahlara kadar seviştik. Tatil bittiğinde evimize döndük. Kocamla o tatilde yaşadıklarımızdan, Hakan’dan söz açmadık bir daha. Yaşadığımız her şey o tatil köyünde kaldı. Ama kocamla aramızdaki ilişki de mükemmel bir hale geldi. Kocamın tam istediği kıvamda, seksi seven, isteyen, hiçbir şeye hayır demeyen bir kadın olup çıktım. Sevişmek için birimizden birinin istemesi, bir bakışımız yetiyor, birbirimizin kollarına atılıveriyor, saatlerce sevişiyoruz. Ne alkolün rehavetine, ne azdırıcı ilaca gereksinimimiz var. Mutluyuz. Her ne kadar itiraf etmesek, konuşmasak da, ikimiz de biliyoruz ki, bu mutluluğumuzu Hakan’a borçluyuz!

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Anlatacagim olay tamamen gercektir ve cok yenidir okuyunca anlarsınız neyse ben izmirde bir sirketin yoneticiligini yapiyorum mesai arkadaslarimizla balık tutmaya gitmeye karar verdik 24 nisan 2001 tarihinde eski focada ingiliz burnu denilen yere gittik herkes oltasını attı birer bira faslı derken biraz zaman gecti
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Anlatacagim olay tamamen gercektir ve cok yenidir okuyunca anlarsınız neyse ben izmirde bir sirketin yoneticiligini yapiyorum mesai arkadaslarimizla balık tutmaya gitmeye karar verdik 24 nisan 2001 tarihinde eski focada ingiliz burnu denilen yere gittik herkes oltasını attı birer bira faslı derken biraz zaman gecti
Herkes oltasını sıra seklinde 15 / 20 şer metre aralıklarla atıılar bu arada 5 kisi gitmistik ben 3 arkadas ve birde arkadasımın baldızı oda mesai arkadasımızdı. toplam bes kisi en ucta ben yanımda nuray onun yanında enistesi ve digerleri gece saat 2 falan oldu kıyıdaki taslardan gayır guyur sesler geliyordu sex hikayeleri baktım gelen nuraydı nuray esinden yeni ayrıldı is yerinde bakıslkarından bana ilgisinin oldugu belliydi neyse yanıma geldi akın bey cok sıkıcı balık falan yok bende usudum dedi usuduysen arabaya gidebilirsin dedim yok biraz daha durayım dedi tam olarak yan yanayız rüzgar sırtımdan esiyor sırtım cok usudu () dedi zaten niyet belliydi sarıldım hic bisey soylemeden sırtından hic tepki yoktu direk ellerimi goguslere attım icigim biranında etkisiyle daha bi cesur davrandım sanırım goguslerini oksuyordum sonra oltamı porno hikayeleri yere attım bir elimle pantolonunun uzerinden amını oksamaya basladım. ardından fermuarını acmaya calısıyordum fısıldayarak ne yapıyor-sun biri gelir dedi sus dedim ve devam ettim pantolonunu asagı sıyırdum nuray bu arada 160 boylarında 48/50 kilo tam bir minyatur neyse devam ettim kilodun üzerinden oksamaya bir taraftanda bastırıyordum poposu sikimi harekete geçirmis resmen deliriyordu benimki elimin kilodun altına soktum parmağımı amında gezdirmeye basladım amı vıcık vıcık olmustu dayanamadım benimkini cıkardım pantolonumu seks hikayeleri dizime kadar indirdim hic on sevismesiz yaptığım tek sikise basladım direk arkadan yerlestirdim rüzgar vardı tasaklarım donuyordu sikim amın sıcaklıgını bi o kadar iyi hissediyordu hafif domalır pozisyondaydı ben arkadan . sonuna kadar gecirmistim o hfif hafif inliyor ben bastırdıkca bastırıyordum yerin acık hava olmasındanmı yoksa enistesdi dahil bi kac kisinin 20 mt ilerinde sikismenin heyecanımıdır bilemem ama erken bosaldım yani 8/10 dakika ancak sürdü hemen toparlandık o yerine gecti ardından arabaya gitti sonrasında saatlerce siktigim zamanlarda depoda ve kendi evinde ben deniz kenarında siktiginde sende erken bosalma var sanıyordum simdi suyum kuruyor sen bitmiyorsun diyor soz onlarıda anlatacagım her sikisimde bir kez daha asık oldugunu soyluyor bana artık ask mesk demeye basladı sanırım ayrılma zamanı geldi…

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I was sitting at the bar waiting for you to come back from the bathroom. My glass was empty and I was trying to decide if I wanted another.

“Another one of the lady.” Said the guy who had just sat down next to me. I turned and looked at him, and he smiled at me.

“Thank you, but no thank you.” I told him nicely.

He frowned a little. “Why not?” he asked me.

“I’m done drinking for the night. I’m just waiting for my date to get back from the bathroom.” I explained to him nicely.

“Well I’m sure I’m a lot more fun then your date.” He told me with a wink.

I was starting to get really uncomfortable and I gave the man a half smile. Then I saw you walk out of the bathroom, and by the look on my face you could tell something was wrong. “Um….I don’t think so.” I told the guy.

You were a few steps away when the guys grabbed my leg near my knee and started moving it up. “Oh I kno…” He started to say but you were close now and you grabbed his hand pulling it off my leg.

“Is there a reason you have your hand on my date?” You asked him. His hand still firmly in your grasp. He tried to pull his hand away and when he couldn’t he finally looked up at you. Surprise and a little bit of fear touched his face.

“I…..uh….I….” He tried to say.

“You were just about to leave?” You answered for him.

“Yeah.” he said. You let go of his hand and he quickly left the bar. You sat down lara escort where he had been sitting.

“You okay?” you turned and asked me. You were surprised by the look on my own face. I was staring at you and biting my bottom lip.

After a moment or so I finally answered. “Oh yes. I’m fine.” I told you.

You smiled and turned to the bartender. “Can I get a beer please.” you told him.

“Sure thing.” He said grabbing a beer glass, filling it to the top and giving it to you.

You took a drink and looked back at me, I was still staring at you but this time I licked my lips. “What?” you asked me.

I leaned over to whisper in your ear. “I am soooo turned on by you right now. The way you defended me. Very hot.” I told you. My breath on your ear giving you a chill down your spine. Then I grabbed your hand pushing up the skirt I was wearing, up my inner thigh, all the way to my panties, which were very wet. I let go of your hand and you looked up at me, now you could see the hunger in my eyes. You took a big drink of your beer then stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bar and to your car before I could blink.

“Where are we going?” I asked once we were in the car and you had started it.

“Back to my place.” You said pulling out of the parking place and getting on the road. I had a big smile on my face. I moved over a little so I was sitting pretty serik escort close to you. Then I started rubbing your cock through your pants. I giggled when I heard your breath quicken. “If you don’t stop that were going to get in a car accident.” you told me, but I could tell that you really didn’t want me to stop but I did.

“Your right.” I said.

Then I started to pull up my skirt. You could see me in the corner of your eye. “What are you doing?”

“Me?” I asked. “Oh nothing.” My skirt was up over my hips now and you could see me put my hand now my panties. I sighed when I pushed one of my fingers inside me. You turned and looked over at me. “Eye on the road.” I told you in playful voice.

You started to pull the car over to the side of the road. “What are you doing?” I asked. You parked the car and turned it off. You still had not answered my question.

Then you turned and looked at me and I knew exactly why you had pulled over. You quickly grabbed my hand and pulled it out from panties. Two of my finger slippery wet. You pushed them into your mouth and sucked them clean, which made me even more wet. I licked my lips as I stared into your eyes. My breathing began to get heavy and you kissed me, forceful but soft at the same time.

I was against the door now and you were on top of me. One of your hands us holding you up and the other was holding the back of my neck. antalya escort I quickly moved my own hands and unbuttoned your pants. I could feel just how hard you were through your boxers and I pulled them down.

The hand you had around my neck moved to the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then you quickly unsnapped my bra and I pulled it off. My nipples were hard and waiting for your mouth.

Once you had sucked and nibbled my nipples I just couldn’t take it anymore. I some how managed to switch places with you. You were now on the bottom and I was on the top. Both of your hands quickly moved to rest on my hips. There wasn’t very much head room and I was actually glad I was short.

Then I grabbed your hard, hot, throbbing cock and placed it at my entrance. Then I very slowly moved down pushing you into me very very slowly. Then I moved back up, then down, going a slow pace and taking in every electrical sensation going through my body. I could see the torture in your face, you wanted, no needed me to quicken my pace. I smiled at you as I started moving faster pounding into you. Harder and harder, faster and faster. My breast moving up and down with me.

Then you grabbed me flipping us back into our original positions, you were still snug inside me. I wrapped my legs around you as you pounded into me, the heals of my shoes digging painfully into your ass. But that just pushed you more.

Then you moaned a loud deep throated moan as I half screamed and moaned all at once. Your warm seed pored into me, as my body milked you of all you had. Then you collapsed on top of me and we both laid there.

“That was amazing.” I whispered in your ear.

“No, your amazing.” You told me and I smiled and kissed you.

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You could hear his moans from down the hall, although we weren’t sure if it was from pleasure or pain or both. We figured if he were in pain, he would holler out using the safe word, unless his pleasure was the pain itself.

You see, we work for a…’fantasy camp’, if you will. Only it’s no ordinary fantasy camp. We DO make fantasies come true, but they are sexual fantasies. It doesn’t matter what your fantasy is as long as it’s this side of legal. No one has EVER died from anything we have done although that HAS been a couple of people’s fantasies. We don’t judge or we wouldn’t do what we do, but we turned those people away. As long as everything is kept legal, we can stay ‘open’.

As for the gentleman down the hall? His fantasy was to be dominated. So Madame Anastasia took him down the hall and now he was getting his wish fulfilled. Every now and then, you could hear the crack of a whip, and hear his moans. As I said before, it was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain or both. You never knew with people unless you were their ‘camp counselor’.

At the sound of the whip cracking again, the chime of the doorbell went off. I walked over to answer the door. My next client was a little early. I opened the door and there he stood. He was 5′ 10″ and had sliver hair although he kept it cut close to his head like a military haircut. He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen and he kept his body fit.

Ken was a regular, so he got a hug as he came through the door. He liked to do a lot of role playing. Today, he was going to play security at a mall so he was dressed in a rent-a-cop uniform. I must say, he filled out the uniform rather nicely. I’m one of those ‘love a man in uniform’ types, mostly because I think about getting them OUT of the uniform. Our ‘camp’ had made all the necessary arrangements to make this roll-play happen at the local mall.

“Hey sexy,” I said as I let him in the door.

“How are you?”

“I’m doin fine M’Lady,” he said as he smiled, looking in my eyes. “How are YOU doing?”

“I’m always glad to see one of my favorite campers.” I said taking him by the arm.

“Let’s go see if Ric is ready and then we can go.”

“After you Madame L,” Ken said jokingly. He knew my name but enjoyed teasing me.

I went into the theatre room to see if Ric was ready to go. He was setting the movie screen up so some of the councilors could watch an ‘informational video’ later. The theatre used to be the grand ball room in the old Inn that had been converted to our living quarters as well as our fantasy camp.

“Hey Ric, you about finished? Ken’s here,” I said as I walked toward Ric.

“He’s a little early isn’t he? I’m not quite finished.” Ric said as he messed with some electric wires.

“That’s ok. He IS a little early. I just thought I would see if you were done yet that’s all, no big thing.”

I motioned for Ken to have a seat as we waited for Ric to finish whatever the heck he was doing. It looked like a big old mess to me. What equated a big ball of what looked like extension cords and coax cables.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked with a teasing voice. I know Ric knew EXACTLY what he was doing. He was one of the smartest men I knew.

Ken laughed as Ric said “Oh, hush up woman,” and stuck his tongue out at me.

I sat down beside Ken and watched Ric finish up. He was very easy on the eyes being all 6′ 2″, sandy brown hair that curled just above his collar. Not to mention he had the prettiest brown eyes I ever saw and a gorgeous smile to match. I really loved touching Ric. I could hardly keep my hands off him.

I know it’s strange being in the business of fulfilling fantasies and being a couple but it worked for us. We got to choose who we worked for, which fantasies we were going to fulfill. Not only did we fulfill other people’s fantasies, we got to fulfill our own.

See, we only participated in the voyeur ones. Sometimes, Ric would let other guys get involved but very seldom and only if he genuinely liked the guy. Sometimes Ric got off on watching another man have his way with me. But as I said, very seldom. Mostly, it was just them watching.

“Ok, I’m done.” Ric said as he packed up his toolbox. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

Ken and I looked at each other and laughed as we got up. We went over to Ric and the three of us left to go to the ‘special mall’.

When we got to the mall, we went to the security office. I introduced us and gave them my card. When I told the guard on duty that his boss was expecting us, he went to the main office to let him know we were there. He came out of the office and I made the intros again.

“Yup, I’ve been expecting you. Come right this way and I’ll show you to your setup.” he said after introducing himself as Mr. Stonewater.

He took us down a little side hall to a room not much bigger than a walk in closet. There was a table set up with a computer monitor, a phone, a chair, a little fridge and not much else.

“Ken, izmit escort this will be your ‘office’ for the duration of your stay. The pc monitors are all in the places you will need them today. You are the only one who can actually see whatever the cameras show.”

“Ok,” Ken said taking a seat.

Mr. Stonewater said, “There’s nothing to do but watch. The fridge is packed with soft drinks if you want them.”

Then he turned to Ric and I and said, “Per our agreement, the red light there will come on when you want Ken to join you. Now, if you will follow me, I will show you to your ‘stage’.”

He led us down yet another hallway to one of the stores that had been closed for remodeling. They were set to open the next day but for now, the store was ours. There were a few extra people there to make it look like a regular store on camera. A few ‘customers’ and a couple of clerks who really WERE working on clothing displays.

Mr. Stonewater called one of the clerks over and said, “Amy, this is Ric and Lacey from The Fulfillment Camp. Take care of them would you?”

“You bet Mr. Stonewater. This way guys.” she said and led us into the store.

“Everything is set up for you. The people here are a few of our trusted employees and will be discreet about things. They will not interfere in anyway. They are just here to make it look like a regular business day for your cameras. The floor is yours.”

“Thank you Amy.” I said as I took Ric’s hand and led him away to the floor.

We started looking at clothes. They actually had some very nice things. I picked out a couple of shirts and skirts to try on. Ric had picked out a few for me too. Then Ric called one of the clerks over and asked where their ‘intimates’ section was because he wanted his fiancee to have some new ‘playtime’ wear. She took us to their lingerie section and said to let her know when I was ready to try things on.

We started looking through the teddy racks when Ric held up one he wanted me to try on. It was short, black and lacy. There were openings on the front wasn’t sure of and they had matching crotchless panties too. Since you can’t really try on things like the panties, we had pre-purchased some to use.

We called the clerk over again and asked her where the fitting room was. she led us to the back of the store to a separate seating area behind a curtain. There were half a dozen little cubicles in the room for the dressing rooms. Then you could come out to the curtained off area to look in the full length triple angle mirrors or to show off your clothes to a loved one or friend sitting waiting for you. Amy showed us in then left.

Ric made himself comfortable in one of the ‘sofa chairs’ they had in the room while I went to try some clothes on. I chose the cubicle with the camera behind the mirror which had been placed there just for today for Ken. I made sure to face the mirror while I undressed and changed into each outfit before I went to show Ric.

The first outfit I chose was a simple black skirt that came just above my knees but had a slit in the back that came up to a couple of inches below my butt. The shirt I chose was a simple white button up cotton shirt. It was sleeveless with just a little lace around the armholes, the collar and down the buttons.

I opened the inner curtain to the dressing cubicle and went to stand in front of Ric.

“What do you think?” I asked twirling around to show him the backside too.

“I think,” he said as he reached out to slide a hand up the back of my legs, “That I like this skirt.”

Then he slid his hands up under the skirt to squeeze my butt and pulled me closer to him.

“I also think that I want to help you out of that shirt, although I like the peek-a-boob lace.”

Ric then reached up to help unbutton the shirt. Then he slid his hands back down to my waist and spun me around to unfasten the skirt. As the skirt slid to the floor, Ric reached out and squeezed my butt before giving it a swat.

I made a noise of surprise and spun around to look at his handsome smiling face. I took his face in my hands and leaned forward to kiss him, squeezing my breasts together a little. I loved teasing him.

I broke off the kiss and stood straight, turning to go try on another outfit. Ric swatted my butt again making me skip a step. The outfit I chose this time was a body suit that was cut considerably at the collar. It was red and backless so I had to take off the bra. The bottom was like a swimsuit and cut high in the thigh so I took of my panties as well. Then I put on the white and red pleated wrap that went with it.

Ric let out a low whistle and a snarl as I walked toward him. As before, I came to stand in front of him and spun around. Before I even finished my spin, Ric grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. Hands on my waist, he nuzzled my breasts. It was easy to forget that there were cameras in the room when we were together like this.

Ric leaned back to look gebze escort at me and with that gorgeous grin on his handsome face, that wicked glow in his beautiful brown eyes, he said, “You’re killing me smalls.”

He always said this to me, especially when I said, did or wore something that turned him on. I also think he did it because he likes to see me blush, grin and giggle like a school girl!

I kissed his soft lips and asked him if he was ready for the masterpiece.

“Oh yeah baby,” he said as he squeezed my butt again.

Then he reached up and popped my breasts free of their material. Before I could stop him, he yanked me close and took one breast in his hand and one in his mouth. Instead of backing away and scolding him like I knew I should, I leaned into him and moaned. Ric took that as encouragement and took my wrap off. Then he switched breasts and slid his hand that wasn’t on a breast up between my legs. He slipped his finger inside the filmy material and began rubbing my mound. He switched breasts again as he slid a finger inside my nether lips to find my swollen nub.

A moan escaped my lips that was loud enough to bring the clerk to check on us.

“Is everything ok?” she asked as she opened the curtain.

I had just barely enough time to pop my breasts most of the way back into the body suit before she opened the curtain. Since Ric was sitting down between me and the doorway with his back to the door, the clerk couldn’t see his hand still rubbing at my core. Just as I started to answer her, he slid a finger inside my moist slit, causing my voice to crack as I stumbled over the words.

“Yes.” ahem, I cleared my throat. “Yes. Everything is just fine. My boyfriend was just showing me how much he liked this outfit. We’re fine.”

The clerk had the decency to look a wee bit embarrassed as she said, “Ok then. I’ll just leave you two alone. Just come on out when you’re done.” Then she backed out and closed the curtain.

Ric never stopped fingering me the whole time and by now, I was ready to explode. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him greedily as he took me to orgasm. The kiss helped muffle the moan I let out as I exploded all over his hand.

I broke off the kiss as I started coming back to earth. Rick slid his hand out and started licking his palm and his fingers as he replaced the cloth with the other hand. He rubbed my mound through the material soaking it instantly.

“Guess this one’s a keeper,” he said with a wicked grin on his face.

As I turned to walk away, Ric swatted my ass which caused me to squeal with surprise. I made sure to put an extra wiggle in my walk as I went.

“That’s right, shake it girlfriend.” he said laughing.

I laughed and shook my head as I closed the curtain to the fitting room. Now, for the piece de resistance. The sexy lingerie. I decided to try on the one Ric picked for me first.

I slid the lacy undies on first. What an odd sensation the lace created against my shaved mound, not to mention the open crotch. I decided I liked that feeling and was glad Ric picked them.

Then I put on the top piece. It had spaghetti straps that were actually comfortable. I soon found out the openings in the front were just the right size for my ‘little-larger-than-C-but-not-quite-D cup’ breasts. The openings had an extra embroidered edge around them to provide support. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I loved it when Ric dressed me like I were his life-sized Barbie doll!

When i opened the curtain and walked out to the sitting area, the look on Ric’s face was priceless. I flushed as the look of awe changed to desire.

I sort of stumbled, as I asked him, “Well? What do you think?”

His voice was very husky with desire as he answered, “Come here m’pet.”

I blushed as I walked toward him. he knew that was my favorite ‘term of endearment’ that he had for me. I walked toward him slowly, never taking my eyes from his. he literally growled because I was taking my time to get to him.

When I finally got to him, he stood up and grabbed me by the waist and wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked me to him. His mouth assaulted mine so deliciously, I just melted against him.

The hand he had around my waist snaked down between my legs. I moaned as his fingers slipped through the opening in the panties and touched my skin. He only rubbed the outside of my slit but was still getting me wet.

Once again, the clerk came to ask if everything was ok. This was part of the script. This is where Ken came in to play. When the clerk opened the curtain and saw Ric standing there with his hand in my panties, she blushed.

Ric all but growled at her, “Unless you want to watch me fuck the hell out of my girlfriend, I suggest you close the curtain and go away.”

“Sir, you can’t do that here! It’s a public space!” she exclaimed in shock.

“I don’t care. You have about five seconds to decide!”

“I’m darıca escort going to get security!” she threatened.

“Go right ahead. they can watch too!”

Then he captured my mouth in another deep, forceful, delicious kiss. The clerk ducked out closing the curtain behind her. Of course Ken had been watching the whole thing from his ‘security room’.

Ric had just taken me over to the couch that was across the room and sat down having me stand in front of him between his legs when Ken came in. Ric ignored him and squeezed my breasts that were exposed to him.

Just as Ric took one nipple in his mouth, Ken said in a booming voice, “What’s going on in here!?”

“Like I told the clerk, I’m going to fuck the hell out of my girlfriend, so unless you want to watch, I suggest you leave!”

“This is a public place. You can’t do that in here.”

He turned me toward Ken so he got a full view of me in the lacy get-up Ric picked out for me.

Ken’s jaw dropped as Ric said, “Yeah, that.”

Then Ric turned me back to him and pulled me close to start sucking on my breasts again. Then he lifted the edge of the top and yanked it off over my head, freeing my breasts of the lace. He let out an almost otherworldly growl. It was his full of desire hungry growl. He squeezed my breasts and looking at Ken, he took a nipple in his mouth possessively.

I heard ken start to say something but when Ric took the other nipple in his mouth and reached around to squeeze my ass, he must have changed his mind. I heard the shuffle of feet as Ken moved. I wasn’t sure where he was going until he came to stand beside me, getting a good look at Ric suckling at my breasts.

I looked at Ken knowing my eyes were full of desire for Ric. As I pressed Ric’s head tighter to my breast, I licked my lips and smiled as I watched Ken sit down. I could tell he was enjoying the show from the look in his eyes as well as the bulge that was growing in the front of his uniform pants that fit his body so well.

When Ric heard Ken sit down on the chair beside the couch, he looked up at me causing me to look down at him. The desire in his eyes melting me, making me wet. Ric slid his hand from my ass and brought it up between my legs. I had forgotten for a moment that I was wearing crotchless underwear until he slid his fingers inside them. I gasped when he slid his fingers inside my wet slit.

“Mmmmmmmmm. You’re all wet and ready for me. I’m going to get my fill baby.”

And very quickly, I was lying on my back on the couch with one leg thrown over the low back and the other over the edge. I heard Ken let out a tiny moan as Ric got down on his knees beside the couch and dipped his head down. Ken let out a bigger moan when I grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples as Ric kissed my nether lips.

Ric licked the outside, then slowly spread my lips apart. I hissed in a breath as Rick licked at my clit. As Ric stroked his tongue up and down, I moaned.

“Oh Ric. Oh baby. Your tongue feels so good on my clit.”

Just at that moment, I heard Ken’s zipper and the clerk came in to see if everything was all right. Seems I moaned louder than I thought.

“Is everything OK in he-.” she broke off as she took in the scene before her.

Ric had his face buried in my pussy while I tweaked my nipples and Ken had just unzipped. she stood there for a moment in shock I was sure. We ignored her, lost in our own passion that was not an act. Ken however, locked eyes with her as he released his swollen cock and started stroking himself.

The clerk started to say something but when she locked eyes with Ken as he started stroking himself, she closed her mouth. Instead, she walked toward Ken, stopping to watch us momentarily. As she approached Ken, she removed her blouse.

Ken let out an appreciative ‘mmmm’ as she stepped in front of him. She straddled his lap and reached up to unhook her bra. She sat in his lap and brought his head to her breasts. As he started to suck on her breasts, she threw her head back and moaned.

Ric continued lapping up my juices as he made me cum over and over, each orgasm bigger than the one before. Finally, when he raised his head, looked me in the eye as he wiped his mouth and chin. I shifted positions. It was my turn.

I took Ric’s chin in my hand, looked him in the eye and said, “It’s my turn baby. Lay back and let me have it.”

Ric took off his shirt and leaned back against the arm of the couch. I leaned forward and kissed him. Then I trailed kisses down his neck and nibbled my way down to his nipples. I ran my tongue around each nipple and sucked on them and bit them as he had done mine earlier. As I bit down, he hissed in a breath and I knew it was time to move on.

I leaned back and slowly unbuttoned his jeans and even more slowly unzipped them. Then he raised his hips so I could pull his jeans down. The front of his boxers told me how excited he was, as if I had an doubt. I smiled and grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.

When I slid his boxers down enough that his wonderfully hard cock popped free, I moaned, “Mmmmm yeah.”

Then I dipped my head down and circled the head of his cock with my tongue. Ric moaned. Then I went down on him slowly.

“Oh baby.” he sighed as he lifted his hips.

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It’s a beautiful Summer day, the sun is warm, the sky is blue with light fluffy clouds and we are in a long climbing gorge. There are many waterfalls dotting the canyon. The largest waterfall has a walkway behind it that allows people to see out through the falls as the spray falls all around. Below is a very deep pool of water carved out from thousands of years of the falls beating down on the rock base. We stop there to watch Nature’s beauty and enjoy each other’s company. You are in shorts and comfortable short sleeve shirt. I am wearing a tank top and a pair of white short shorts. I am standing in front of you, with your arms around my waist. We see down stream people walking and taking in the awesome beauty around them. I start to caress your cock with my one hand and play with my breast with the other. You are watching from over my shoulder with my long hair brushing against your face as you take one of your hands and guide mine…to touch, caress, and tease your cock the way you want to be played with.

Your other hand unzips the zipper of my shorts and start to finger my pussy, while glancing at my face to see my eyes closed and mouth slightly open. The two of us have your shorts undone to have your glorious cock exposed that I may stroke that wonderful hardened part of you just for my escort kocaeli bayan pleasure. Your hand and fingers are tickling me so playfully as you lightly touch my clit and tease at penetrating me. Taking my hand from my breast, it has gone down to meet yours as you tease and tantalize me. Back and forth we play with each other, watching each other and what we are doing.

I turn to face you as you are still stroking your cock and I am seeing that lovely cock of yours so hard, so tempting. You start to kiss my breasts and lick at my nipples, running your tongue down my body to my very womanhood. Licking at me and sucking gently on my clit, my pussy has become so wet as I stand there shaking with your touch. My hands on your shoulders needing to steady myself as I dizzy from your loving gestures.

Licking at me and sucking, I am getting wetter as you lap up the taste of me. Taking two of your fingers and penetrating me with a moan and a squeal, I shake uncontrollably.

The people that were off in the distance from us have caught glimpse of shadows from behind the waterfall as they hear moans echoing through the water.

I am now so close to feeling an inner explosion that my mind is no longer aware of being attached to earth. Oh God, I feel kocaeli otele gelen escort myself starting to cum as you penetrate me with your fingers and your tongue laps at the opening of my pussy to extreme ecstasy.

“Oh Love, I am cummminnggg!!”

You suck at my pussy to urge me on, faster, with your tongue entering me!! Oh God, Oh God, I can’t hold still, trembling.

“Ooohhhh, I am cummminnnnggg!!”

You lick at me to get it all!! Oh, I am shakkinnnggg, hold me from falling, my head is spinning!! “Oh Love, what you do to me, steady me quick!!”

“OH GOD!! Please wait, I need to catch my breath!!”

As I start to calm down you are taking your fingers to my glistening wet pussy again, BUT this time I want to play too. So we lay beside each other on the rock floor of the walkway. My face to your glorious cock and yours to my pussy. I start to lick at the head of your cock as I glance down to your face, feeling you licking at me again. Running my tongue along your shaft, licking at the head and going back to your balls so gently to take one by one into my mouth and suck so lightly. I am already so close to cumming again from what is going on and what you have done to me before.

BUT NO I izmit suriyeli escort won’t, I want you to feel me swallowing your cock deep inside my mouth. Taking your cock and sliding it slowly in and out of my mouth as your feel my tongue all along your hardened rod. You are now feeling inner urges as I begin to slide and swallow you a little faster as my hand massages you. Innnnnn and oouuuutttttt you slide, my lips kissing at the head as you slide out so far to tease me. I SWALLOW with one quick motion as you moan LOUDLY!! I stop…and you shake so hard, as I then start again to suck at you.

We have drawn a crowd but they aren’t seeing that well as the falls and spray show us only shadows from behind.

You are so ready and excitement of sucking at you has me even closer.

“Oh Love, Please fuck me!! I want you inside me now!!”

You turn me over and thrust your cock so deep inside me that I swear I can feel you to my heart. Thrusting hard and deep, oh God you must cum now, please you must cum now, PLEASE!!

“Arrrggghhh”…you moan as you feel it. You hot cum spirting inside me. Spirt,cum,spirt,cum,spirt,cum…you ejaculate inside me!!

“Oh God, I feel you, I am cummmmmiiinnnnnnggg!!”

OH GOD, the world has just stood still as our minds orbit into space.

The people heard all the moans and screams, women got VERY wet and the men got so hard that they had to finish themselves.

We shook and goose bumps were all over our bodies. We lay beside each other to calm and hold each other as we felt the closeness. As the force of the waterfall continues to drop to the deep pool of water below and the day seems so much warmer.

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Of course, it was something that would happen: it was inevitable she would meet her new neighbour. They lived next door to each other, after all, admittedly in a part of suburbia where the houses were large and the gardens generous. They were not cheek by jowl. Perhaps he had knocked on her door when first moving in: only she had been out. Really, she should have gone around and introduced herself, but she has always been shy, painfully shy. Sal hid behind her glasses and rather too much clothing. Sal had always been like that to the infuriation, really, of her outgoing parents. They were, alas, departed which is why she had their big old house. The house she had always lived in, the house with its big private garden. She had been alarmed when the next-door house had been put up for sale. She did not like change, she had not liked the thought of new neighbours.

The photography club was almost her only real opportunity for meeting people. She found it safe because the same people were there — the same people, mostly, who were there when she joined all those years ago whilst at school. Sal had been on her way to a club meeting with some new wildlife photographs to show — not those photographs, not those of her neighbour or herself naked and aroused… or worse — when she had met the new neighbour outside his house. She had to speak, had to introduce herself.

And, of course, she could not help having in her mind’s eye the image of him unclothed, moreover with that large erection she had seen. She knew it was large. Sal might well have never experienced one in the flesh, so to speak, but she was not ignorant — even of size.

As was her habit, she had trouble looking strangers in the eye, but her downcast eye found itself looking at the bulge at the front of his trousers, the bulge men have and is perhaps most obvious at the swimming pool. Sal did swim. It was a regular habit for fitness, again something dating back to when she was a young girl. She knew the routine. Did not have a problem with that, did not have a problem of walking in, paying her money, going into the ladies changing room, changing and swimming. Nor did she have a problem with looking obliquely at nice men’s bulges in their trunks. They were particularly obvious there.

Sal was invited in for coffee by her new neighbour but, of course declined. She was on the way to her club meeting. He then asked about that and she could think of no easy reason, even for her, of declining his further invitation to join him for coffee the next morning. She could hardly say she was going shopping. Obviously she could do her shopping any time.

The photography meeting was a good one. She was a little surprised when Mr. Soames produced a folio of nudes. They were very well taken with excellent lighting and the girl had posed very well. Sal had, of course, been embarrassed by the subject but it was easier to hide her embarrassment by making objective comments. No one there, she thought, would have had any idea of her own nude photography. A much more candid photography of her neighbour and herself. There was nothing sexual about Mr Soames’ nudes though Sal did wonder quite how he knew the model.

Mr Soames’ work was certainly the main topic of discussion and several members expressed an interest in seeing how well they could tackle nude photography. Of course, the difficulty of finding suitable models was discussed. One or two members saying that they were not too sure their respective spouses would be too happy posing. It was a thought that for a club night they might perhaps hire a model, male or female — it did not matter.

The appalling idea of the club members taking it in turns to be the model came to Sal’s mind. It caused her to shiver. The idea of being naked in front of the other club members quite awful to her. In her swimsuit at the swimming baths one thing – and not actually naked – but nude at a club meeting quite another.

The next morning Sal awoke in quite a sweat. Dreams do seem to pick up on events and concerns of the day before and that had certainly been the case with Sal. She had dreamt of being at her photography club meeting, only, of course, in the way of dreams it had not been at their usual meeting place of the village hall but the swimming baths for no apparent reason, in the illogical way of dreams. They had all, the members of the club, been there in their swimming things and with cameras. They had taken pictures with the slanting light through the side windows of the pool, but the clamour had grown to take photographs of nudes and, in her dream, Sal had volunteered. Again, for no obvious reason.

The awful embarrassment of lowering her black swimsuit down past her chest still lingered in her mind as she lay there in her bed. And then, still worse, taking the swimsuit off completely. Sal could not remember the photographing, but she could remember the bulges in the men’s trunks, not just the bulges she normally saw at the swimming baths kocaeli escort bayan but the full bulges of retained and contained fully grown penises. The dream had become sexual — a wet dream. Sal remembered she had dreamt it was Mrs Riley, of all people saying they wanted to photograph copulation and there being a chorus of ‘yes, yes, yes, what a challenge.’ Sal’s protestations were ignored, and she recalled dreaming of Mr Soames coming towards her with erection pointing — she did not think the dream had bothered with him taking his trunks off. He had just been naked and exposed.

Sal had awoken just as Mr Soames had touched her. She had awoken in a sweat and with herself awash between her thighs. She reached for her glass of water and drank in gulps. Since she had photographed her neighbour and then herself in her garden naked she had been finding sexual thought more frequent. For a moment or two she thought of lying there thinking — and playing with herself but the sun streaming through the curtains beckoned her outside.

Just descending the stairs naked was not something she would have done before. Certainly, standing and looking at her new and very private photography album with the best of her ‘nude’ photography (developed by herself in her own little dark room), one handed and with the other touching herself would have been unimaginable outside her bed — or perhaps in the shower — before. Her eyes dwelt on the photograph of the ejaculating penis — her neighbour’s penis. He could have no idea she had such an image. It was a large print and filled a whole page. It was very sexual to her. Her fingers played.

Sal stepped out from the French windows into the shade stark naked. The sun was bright, and she squinted. It was a wonderful feeling to be out and naked. Animal like. She thought how good it would be to be away from her garden, perhaps in the forest, on the moor or in the fields naked like that — and importantly alone. The idea of anyone seeing her too awful to contemplate but the idea of leaving her clothes and just walking like that for a bit, perhaps to sit and… masturbate.

A few more steps and she was actually in the early morning sun. It was warm on her front, warm on her naked skin. Standing and stretching a little she could hear her neighbour next door out in his garden. He was also up and about early in the morning. Was he perhaps naked too? Was she feet from a naked and possibly erect man? She could have scurried up to her balcony and peeped, but Sal was enjoying the sunshine. Wonderful to walk further down the garden. At the bottom of the garden was an old wall with a green painted door in it. The wall was quite high, a good eight foot and stretched three doors down behind other houses, though not her neighbours. Quite why it had been built was unclear. It was Victorian like her house. Through the door was a green lane, an old farm track quite clearly from before the houses had been built.

Sal leant with her bottom against the wall. It had a lovely visual texture, old yellow bricks, and was already warm against the skin of her buttocks. She leant, looking back at the house and its windows watching her, perhaps surprised at what they were seeing. There was, of course, no one in her house to see her and, unless there was some spy hole in fence or hedge, neither of her neighbours could peek at her nudity either.

The idea, though, of a watcher, a secret watcher – as secret as she had been with her neighbour was in her mind. Both appalling but strangely exciting at one and the same time. She looked up at her house imagining perhaps her neighbour or another man standing at an upstairs window, naked and very visibly enjoying seeing her nudity – his penis engorged and standing proud. Sal visible to him but not him to her, she merely seeing the dark window in shade and not the naked man. She so clear to him but he invisible to her.

Sal bit her lip. This was so unlike her, so not her to be in any way happy let alone aroused sexually by the thought of being even noticed let alone observed naked. Yet she was so conscious of just how visible she would be against the backdrop of the sun-drenched wall, her pale skin against the sun brightened old yellow brickwork, the triangle of her tangled bush so striking against her skin and the wall.

Again, so unlike her, she posed with legs a little open and hand between her thighs for the house to see, she turned and showed the curve of her bottom to the house, she bent forward so her ample breasts hung forward and grinned. Between her legs that lovely feeling of gooey wetness from sexual arousal, a certainty that with the right sort of thoughts and agile fingers to her clitoris and nipples she could make herself ‘come.’

The photographer in her again exerted itself and all at once she ran to get her camera. Sal ran up the garden as she had not done since little and never with her breasts bounding. What would the watcher izmit otele gelen escort have thought? She was sure bouncing breasts would excite a man. In her mind the thought of the man touching himself, stimulating his penis perhaps even ‘coming’ as she had seen her neighbour come.

A diversion on the way to get the camera found herself on the balcony peering through the wisteria. The thought of a naked man watching her leading to thoughts of watching a naked man.

She was not disappointed. Just as she had been naked in her garden so was he, only he was not betraying sexual excitement. Indeed, he was sitting on a garden chair by a table with his back to her reading a newspaper. She could see his naked left buttock but not his penis. In her heart she disapproved at what she was doing – peeking – but in her state of arousal she did not simply withdraw, rather her hand stole to her sex and she played as she watched. All at once the man stood showing his nice, tight buttocks entire, put down his newspaper and turned. There for Sal to see once again was his genitalia. Her fingers slid into herself making it very clear what he subconscious had in mind but, the man was not at all ready for such a thing. There was no erection rather the penis was as relaxed as relaxed could be, hanging down with its foreskin covered head gently knocking against his twin balls. Sal watched the package swinging as the man stepped towards his house and out of sight.

Sal went for her camera and catching sight of herself in a mirror shook her head. This was all so unlike her.

The camera was set up on a tripod down the garden facing the wall. In Sal’s hand a remote as she readied herself to pose. She had seen how Mr. Soames’ model had posed and she did the same. Naked flesh against old stone wall. Nude studies and then more provocative poses that had not been part of Mr. Soames’ set – though it might have been, and she had wondered, whether he had not shown all that he had photographed.

She photographed herself masturbating, her fingers so clearly at work when she reviewed the photographs later. There were rather a lot of her actually coming. In her paroxysm she had kept squeezing the remote!

As she carried the camera back she wondered if her neighbour was still there at his table, still naked and reading his newspaper totally unaware his next-door neighbour was walking feet away totally naked and – to put it bluntly – very wet.

Eleven o’clock came and Sal stepped out of her front door. With her it was not a casual act. She had not thought five minutes before that she had better change into something better as she was visiting her neighbour for coffee at eleven. She had been fretting and worrying about it since she had come back from her unexpected garden photography session and her shower. What she should wear and what she should say. It was one thing looking at him through the wisteria: quite another having to go into his house and talk.

Worse she found herself sitting in the very chair and at the very table she had seen him sitting at naked earlier that morning. As he went to fetch the coffee she glanced up at the wisteria of her own house and where her vantage point had been. The balcony was completely obscured. It was a relief. He could not see and could not suspect she watched.

Of course, he was clothed. The whole meeting was perfectly normal. There was no need to refer to unclothed bodies at all. Sal certainly mentioned photography as a hobby in response to polite questions about how her club evening had gone. Her neighbour proved reasonably knowledgeable about birds as well.

And, of course, Sal had to invite her neighbour around by way of return and a date was fixed for the week after. Sal, though, did not plan to serve coffee in her garden. She did not want her neighbour realising about the balcony. She should not really have minded had he, as a result of realising she had such a balcony, become more discrete about his apparent naturism, but the awful reality was that she was rather enjoying being able to see a naked man.

Sal took him into her lounge, rather than garden, and left him looking at an album of her better ornithological photographs. She was particularly pleased with her photographs of bitterns. They had been ‘booming.’

Sal walked back into the room, a tray with coffee in her hands and stopped, aghast. The man, her neighbour, his back to her, was not now looking at her ornithological album or one of her wildlife albums but another album, another album entirely, the one she had not intended anyone else to see and should not really have even been in the room yet it had been there on the shelf with all the others, the one with the ‘other’ wildlife photographs, beautifully taken photographs, but of him naked – and Sal as well.

She backed, backed into the hallway. Sal did not think he had seen her. She stood shaking almost kocaeli suriyeli escort in fear and certainly in embarrassment and then her eyes widened. Inside her skirt, between her thighs she could feel a rush of sexual excitement. She was both appalled he was seeing her naked pictures but at the same time becoming excited by it. Sal could not understand this contradiction in herself. He was looking at not just pictures of her but pictures of him unclothed… and worse. But perhaps he had only seen those of her. Certainly, it had just been her on the pages she had seen open before him.

Sal made a bit of a clattering sound with the tray, paused and then walked back into the room. The man was looking at a photograph of a pair of water rats, albeit upside down. There was not the same polite calm about him. He looked flustered and perhaps for that reason did not seem to notice Sal’s own confusion. The conversation was a little more stilted than it might otherwise have been. It was mostly about Sal’s wildlife photography but even so, Sal knew what photographs he was really thinking about and that he was more than a little aware of just what was contained in a particular volume of photographs on her shelf.

After he had gone, Sal wondered if he would now cease his naked breakfasts or garden nudity. But she did not know if he had seen photographs of himself rather than just Sal naked. Certainly, the pages she had seen open were not simply of her naked but masturbating there on her lawn. Embarrassing… yet rather exciting in a way that he had seen her like that. The thought surprised her. The wetness between her legs surprised her. It was a warm day and Sal went upstairs to put on something cooler, only instead she carried on undressing completely and then slipped out onto her balcony and peered through the wisteria.

She had not really expected to see him, still less naked but there he was in full sight through the leaves of the climbing wisteria, the man only minutes before she had been talking to and drinking coffee with in her house. Not only was he naked but his manly organ, that equipage so different from her own was not only on display but prominent in its display. He was erect. So big! Sal’s hand went straight between her legs. So exciting to see, especially when excited herself. She made use of the visual stimulation before her.

He walked a little down his garden and then back again, his head not raised but as if he was deep in thought. About what, Sal wondered, but it seemed obvious from his stand that it must be sexual thoughts, perhaps even about some photographs he had recently seen. He paused for a few moments standing looking at the fence between his house and hers in half profile, the sun coming in from above the house showing him so clearly, and then he walked beyond her vision to his house.

Perhaps he might reappear. Sal went for her camera and was not disappointed. He returned with a magazine in hand, one of those from the top shelf of the newsagent. The sort Sal had never looked at but had seen boys, years ago at school, surreptitiously exchanging not quite behind the bike sheds but certainly reasonably secretly. Pictures somewhat like Mr. Soames had taken but probably rather more provocative, certainly that was what the pictures of the girls looked like from what she could see as he set the magazine on a table and leafed through it.

Seemingly he found a favourite and paused and then, to her delight, began to stroke himself. Sal’s camera clicked. More evidence of his wrongdoing? Hardly! Sal had to admit she liked seeing what she was seeing, knew she was enjoying a real picture in 3D of rampant maleness just as he was enjoying a mere image in a magazine in just the same way. It was lovely watching him exercise his so big organ, just as her fingers exercised her own little one. Of course, Sal thought of what she might do with ‘it,’ what it would be like if, instead of his fingers, hers were doing the stroking. Sal bit her lip, the excitement of making it do that male thing – the so visible demonstration of the male orgasm.

Was he going to come? Sal was torn between the photography, the so unusual subject of the male performing, and pleasuring herself. The thought of again catching the ejaculation in mid-flight using a high shutter speed as if frozen and solid. His body was not moving and so she could use the tripod. She knew her camera like the back of her hand and had it set up focused and ready within seconds. It was good to see him standing there so big, with his proud, it seemed the right word, male organ so stiff and watch him stroking with her naked eye, it was also rather good to lean down and look at it in magnification through the view finder, the lower part of his body and part of the table in crisp focus. Through that she could see the picture he was looking at rather more clearly. A naked girl, a rather hairy girl with her legs spread wide and touching herself – somewhat like some of the pictures of herself taken on her lawn.

Sal looked up from the viewfinder and watched her neighbour. In one hand the remote, in the other her sex, she leant forward with her forehead against the leaves of the wisteria, a real beaming smile on her face. Her sex was awash with arousal. She was really enjoying seeing a naked man doing a sexual act. And then he did ‘the’ sexual act.

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The next day, my relief of actually being able to get dressed this morning was short-lived. As I walked into my Math class there was a cacophony of applause and hooting at my arrival. I blushed for I was reminded as to why that was. All of the girls in this room have seen me NAKED. They have seen, and some even felt, every nook and cranny of my body. They saw me dress up in ridiculous underwear and a lavender silk shirt like I was the faceless character on the cover of a paperback novel. I frowned as I looked to my students who were concentrating their x-ray vision in my direction. I tried to shake it off. I tried to be extra demanding of my students by calling on them for difficult questions, solving high level equations, and speaking as harshly and critically as I could manage.

It was to no avail.

No matter how hard I tried to make the class, no matter what I did to make them forget about yesterday’s nude fiasco, my students would just laugh off any and all snide remarks I made towards them. Even more surprising was that they were answering any question I gave them correctly. They completed their work quickly and efficiently all the while eyeballing me lasciviously. Seeing me naked and vulnerable has permanently altered the class dynamic.

As the class was dismissed, it became clear to me that any fear and respect I achieved as an educator had diminished into almost nothing in regards to the relationship with my students. Once everyone left, I plopped myself down at my desk and cradled my face in my hands.

(Well, at least they’re studying just like you wanted Avery. You will have the highest Mathematics test scores in Intectus Deprehendi’s history. All it cost you was your dignity.)

I felt a soothing presence approach me. I didn’t have to look up to see who it was. “Bridget.” I called her name.

“I’m sorry,” The apology was unexpected but I didn’t raise my face “I’m certain you already guessed; it was because of me that everyone’s test scores rose up so dramatically. I noticed that mistake you made in that first equation ages ago. Rather than telling you about it, I used it to my advantage to form a study group behind your back with all the other students so that they would excel come the next test. I’m the reason you lost the bet. By extension, I’m the reason you ended up getting seen naked by your class and my art class.” She was being sincerely sympathetic.

I shook my head and looked up at her then. She looked so lovely, wearing a sleeveless blouse and a blue plaid skirt and stockings. “No, do not apologize. The blame lies squarely upon my shoulders. I’m the teacher, I should have noticed all on my own that I was pushing a flawed equation. I was hurting all of you academically without even realizing it. I deserved to lose that bet. I am also the one who signed up to be a nude model for Sands’ class without even reading the prerequisites just so I could cover my ass…ironic, when you say it like that.”

Bridget snorted. “Always the responsible one aren’t you?” She reached across the desk and held my hand. Lifting it up to her face, she gave my palm a kiss and my heart fluttered a bit. “Go out with me Professor.”

I blinked. Did I mishear her? “Sorry?”

“I think it is quite apparent at this point that I really like you. Have I not told you as such? And lets not pretend you don’t feel the same way for me.”

My mind was swirling. “What…do you…why do you like me?” That was all I could muster.

“You are a man who accepts both his strengths and his weaknesses. This grants you confidence and humility. You hold true to your word no matter the cost; that makes you dependable and trustworthy. You’re smart, you’re handsome, you have a very nice ass, and most importantly I have the most fun teasing you mercilessly.”

I could not explain the feeling I had inside of me right now. Bridget liked me. She actually liked me. As I finally sorted out my thoughts, I knew I had to give her kocaeli escort my response. A small flicker of happiness from within me stirred erratically at being confessed to by Bridget, only to have it demolished once my rationality kicked in.

“I’m sorry Bridget,” I shook my head solemnly. “I am truly and deeply sorry. In another time…in another place…but…I just can’t. I am your teacher, you are my student, dating is completely out of the question. I’m afraid I…indulged myself too much from your friendliness. I even gave you a false sense that this attraction between us can go somewhere, but it can’t. I could get fired and you could have your reputation marred. So I deeply regret to tell you…” Bridget climbed on top of the desk and slid close enough to my face to kiss me.

“I understand completely Professor,” She removed my glasses gently from my face and placed them in my desk drawer. “I would never wish to see you fired and I know that those very principles that I love so much about you would keep you from taking this any further without a good enough reason. However, before we end this once and for all, can I have one last memory with you?” She placed her hand on my face and stroked my cheek.

“What do you want?” I looked into her eyes, completely mesmerized by her voice.

Bridget crawled on top of my desk moving towards me. Grabbing me by the tie, she pulled me up from my chair to smash my face in for another powerful kiss. We were both smart people, we knew what we wanted. I scooped Bridget up into my arms as she loosened my tie; as well as the buttons on my shirt. As soon as my blazer and shirt shrugged off my arms and hit the floor, my hands were free to undo the buttons on her shirt this time. I was still wearing a white wife-beater and the both of us were unwilling to break our kiss to pull it off. So instead, Bridget just ripped the thing right off my back leaving it in shambles at my feet. We were both in the throngs of mindless passion now.

Once I loosened the last button on her shirt, I grabbed her by the shoulders and laid her on her back on the desk. She was wearing a lacy pink bra and, my God, her rack was enticing. I gave her a kiss her on the mouth once again, followed by a series of kisses starting from her neck, down to her cleavage, and then her navel. I savored her skin’s softness. I could have taken this moment to collect my thoughts; stopped myself from crossing this line any more than I already had. But for the first time in my life I simply was not thinking at all and I actually enjoyed it. A lot.

Looming over her again, I placed my hands on her knees and began sliding my hands up her legs never breaking eye contact as I panted heavily and carnivorously into her breath. My fingers reached her hips. When she pulled out a small stack of condoms from the cup of her bra I almost laughed, “I can always count on you to come prepared for my class.” I felt the edge of her panties. I yanked them down her thighs then pulled them right off her feet, tossing them aside.

“One definition of luck is when preparation meets opportunity,” Bridget handed me the condoms. “and I plan on getting lucky.” As I took a moment to rip open one of the packets with my teeth, Bridget had already unfastened my belt and jerked my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I was naked before her once again. My dick was at full mast ever since she started unbuttoning my shirt. Bridget’s opened blouse slid off from one of her shoulders as she laid back on my desk and spread her legs invitingly.

I equipped myself with the rubber as quickly as I could. I tossed the rest of the condoms aside as I plunged myself deep inside her, leaning over her on the desk for good measure. Bridget let out an eager cry, her pussy already wet from anticipation. I began thrusting my hips forward frantically and Bridget wrapped her arms and legs around me letting out pleasured moans as I slammed gölcük escort her clitoris rhythmically. I was holding her now, my lower half greedily plundered her insides as she climaxed over and over again. Breaking out into a sweat, I groaned loudly as I finally unleashed my load.

As I steadied my breathing, I brought her face to face with me. She was looking like the cat in the cream. Our chests rose and fell against each other as we hungrily brought our lips back together again. Despite the intense orgasms from us both, I was still rock hard inside of Bridget so I gyrated my hips some more to build up for another go with her. “Mmmn…” As we tongue-wrestled one another, my hands traveled along her back until my fingers found the clasp of her bra. Before I even had a chance to unhook the offending garment, a bright flash coming from our side gave us pause. Someone had taken a picture of us fucking on my desk! I very reluctantly stopped kissing Bridget to turn and see who it was.

“Whoa! That was as hot as hell!” Scarlet was smiling ear-to-ear as she nudged Ingrid who also had her phone out, no doubt recording everything that just happened.

My face flushed a deep scarlet at the sight of their camera phones being aimed directly at me in my shameful position of nudity. “I…wha…what are you still doing here!?” I managed to cry out through the awkwardness.

Ingrid shrugged. “We never left Prof.”

“We were just waiting for Bridget to finish speaking with you so we could make plans to meet up later.” Scarlet twirled her red locks with her index finger. “We had no idea that this was going to turn into a romp fest but I am so glad it did.” I was so focused on how the class was treating me then switched my attention to Bridget, I didn’t realize we had an audience.

I looked at Bridget then, searching for an answer. Did she know her friends were standing there the whole time? If so, why did she initiate sex? What was her endgame? Scarlet approached us then. I wanted to run away, but with my pants around my ankles, my dick balls deep inside of Bridget, and her arms and legs constricting around me, escape was not even possible. Scarlet held up her phone to my face, playing back her recording of the wanton footage of Bridget and I going at it on top of my desk. I was panicking, my heart was jack-hammering. What is she going to do with this footage?

“As you well know Professor Finn, if this video gets out you can lose your job to say the least.” Scarlet smiled devilishly. “Unless of course you fulfill my demands.” I should have known it would come to this.

“What do you want me to do?” I prepared myself for the worst.

“It’s quite simple Prof…” I waited nervously for Scarlet’s demands now holding on to Bridget for cover and comfort as if she were a koala bear clinging to my neck and waist with her appendages. “You are to ask Bridget to go out with you and continue to date her if you don’t want this video to get out.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Scarlet smiled and shook her head as if she were dealing with a child trying to use the stove for the first time. “Come on Finn, it’s pretty obvious that you got it bad for our Bridget and for some reason I cannot comprehend, she has it in for you too.” Scarlet reached out and placed her fingers on my butt cheek and began stroking. The sensation from her amorous touch hardened me up inside of Bridget once more. Bridget let out an adorable cooing noise as I lengthened within her vagina; she tightened her grip around me.

“All we’re doing is giving you the excuse you clearly need to do what you both want.” Ingrid followed Scarlet’s example by circling around me so she could stroke my other half of my butt. I was covered in goosebumps. I attempted to shift a little to position myself in a more comfortable pose but with my pants around my ankles and my penis several inches inside of Bridget’s pussy my shifting izmit sınırsız escort only served the purpose of pleasuring Bridget who was thoroughly enjoying having my dick wave around inside her. With no chance of escape, I just stood there in a cold sweat with Bridget hovering over my desk as I clutched her half-clad form in my arms.

“We know that you are a total stickler for the rules,” Scarlet continued to pet my ass. “but you have made exceptions before to save your career, we are counting on that. Plus, we’d like to think you would be willing to bend your morals just a teensy bit for Bridget’s happiness and yours.”

“So just tell yourself this:” Ingrid waved the incriminating photo on her phone at me while still playing with my butt. I flushed. “‘these rotten girls are going to destroy my entire reputation if I don’t keep banging their friend.’ Just tell anyone who gets suspicious that you’re being blackmailed (technically true) into dating a student and you will have all the reason in the world to sweep her off her feet (like you’re doing now, hehe). So what do you say? This is what Bridget wants, and you want it too, so let yourself have it!”

Are they for real? They were doing this just so I could ask out Bridget? Its true that my self-enforced standards would never allow me to date a student but in spite of that, I still did quite a few things with Bridget that would totally have me reprimanded to say the least. I always seem to want to bend the rules when it comes to Bridget. I looked at her then, her serene face now a picture of hopefulness. She wanted this thing between us to happen, and frankly, I wanted it too. And now, Scarlet and Bridget were providing a good excuse (by means of blackmail and sophistry) for me to go for it.

I shook my head in defeat but I was smiling the whole time. “Well seems like I have no choice then,” I sat Bridget back down on the desk, still warm inside her, and pulled one of her hands towards my mouth so I could kiss her knuckles. Kiss. “Honestly, coercing me to date a student,” I spoke the words so they could be heard by the other two in the room but my eyes never left Bridget. “when dating a student is strictly prohibited.” I pecked Bridget on the lips then. Kiss. “I mean it’s disgraceful,” she kissed me back. Kiss. “it’s prohibited,” I kissed her again. Kiss. “it’s immoral,” Kiss “it’s naughty,” Kiss, Kiss “it’s forbidden,” Kiss, Kiss, Kiss “It’s HOT.” We kissed each other more forcefully this time, moaning and twisting our tongues in harmony.

“We are going to give you two a moment.” I had all but forgotten Scarlet and Ingrid. They took their hands off my buttocks as they stepped away from us. When Bridget and I finally pulled apart from making-out we were both smiling brightly, though Bridget’s eyes narrowed in expectancy. I knew what she was waiting for.

“Well my sweet Bridget, under duress of blackmail, I would like to propose you and I become an item.” I spoke half-jokingly.

“And?”

“And also because…” I was beginning to sweat “…I like you. A lot. You’re beautiful, smart, perhaps even smarter than me, sexy, attentive, and you stick around no matter how intolerable I get. I need that.”

“Consider your proposal officially accepted my darling Avery. Now,” Bridget wiggled her hips playfully keeping me hard inside her vaj ” I’m glad that we got some practice in beforehand but now its time to officially consummate this relationship. Are you good for another round?”

I answered her with an exuberant thrust and she let let out a pleased sound. “What a voracious appetite my girlfriend has.” I spoke to her in a deep voice.

“Fortunately for you.” She grabbed the back of my head and slammed me down on her mouth for an impassioned kiss. I thrust my hips wildly and she continued to climax as I groaned in ecstasy. It wasn’t until I had my second orgasm when I noticed that Scarlet and Ingrid didn’t actually leave the room at all. They were standing right by the door snickering away as they recorded our little spectacle on their phones. My face turned blazing red. I pulled out of Bridget, letting the full condom slide off me and drop to the floor as Ingrid snapped another photo. It is not uncommon for confessions to be quite embarrassing, but I am pretty sure mine took the cake.

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A ski trip of six friends becomes sexy towards the end. Joanie falls in love.

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A group of us decided to go skiing, up in Vermont. Vermont has some great ski resorts, and while snow amounts had not been measuring up to the historical standards, this particular year the ski areas had received a lot of snow.

I guess there was pent up demand for a good year to ski, and even though we tried well ahead of the game to get hotel rooms, we could only get two. Mary, Carol and I would share a room, and the three men would share the other. Our all girls room had two double beds, and we drew straws, and Carol won. I was to share a bed with Mary.

This was a little awkward, since Mary was bisexual, and she and I had enjoyed ourselves, shall we say, once or twice before. The problem was that I came to realize, much as I loved Mary, lesbian sex was a slippery slope for me. I was just too damn attracted to it, but knew in my heart I was heterosexual. I figured I was in reality bisexual, but I didn’t want to be. Since I liked both sexes, I decided just to choose men, and men only. No judgment here, it was simply what I wanted out of life.

I had discussed all this with Mary, and she had claimed she understood, and respected my decision. But I knew she would try something and I would be unable to resist her. I could never resist her. Luckily, though, she was an obsessively private person (unlike me) and having Carol in the room quashed any lustful intentions she might have had by sharing a bed with me for three nights. The result was that all was good, and we slept together nervously, but without incident, I’m pleased to say.

The day we were to leave, we knew the forecast called for a storm with a predicted eight inches, but we had four-wheel drive with our huge SUV, and Vermont has about one snow plow per person, so even though we had to drive through some rather tortuous mountainous terrain, we were not worried. We checked out of our hotel by noon so as not to incur extra charges, skied together happily as the snow gently fell around us, and at around 5pm we drove into town for some dinner, ready to continue the drive back to college after dinner.

“Good thing we have four-wheel drive,” Steve said as we ate our dinner. He gestured to the window and the snow was coming down pretty heavily. Our SUV already had about six inches of snow covering it. (We were parked right in front of the diner.)

The waitress came over. “We’re closing early, so that people can get home,” she said. “Please finish up quickly.”

“Should we be worried?” Carol asked the waitress. “We have four-wheel drive.”

“No, you should be able to get back to the hotels,” she said, “especially if you leave now before it gets really bad.”

“We’ve checked out of the hotel and are heading back to college in Connecticut,” Carol replied.

“You’d better change your plans. The radio says they’ve closed the roads going south. An hour ago, they were requiring chains on cars, but now it’s even closed to that. The predicted eight inches now looks more like two feet, or even more. The road back to the ski resorts is still open, though, and if I were you, I’d hurry back there. Anyway, we’re closing in fifteen minutes. A lot of us live in the countryside,” the waitress replied.

We had a quick group discussion. The men, led by the alpha male Steve, wanted to continue on to see if the roads really were closed, and the women pointed out, gently and respectfully of course, that the men just plain nuts. We women won, and the six of us returned to the hotel which now had a “No Vacancy” sign up, as people prolonged their stays due to the bad storm.

Panicked now, we saw there was a man at the front desk. Carol unbuttoned her blouse a bit more to show some cleavage. Mary and I were wearing sweaters, but we both removed our bras to add some interest for the man at the desk. Properly prepared, we three women went to the front desk and explained our predicament.

The man at reception was gracious and clearly enjoyed checking out the boobs of the three of us. My nipples poked at my sweater, and so did Mary’s. This was not lost on the man at reception. He explained the hotel was fully booked, but if not everyone came, which seemed possible, even likely, because the roads were closed, then he could give us a room.

“We need two or better, three rooms. We’re six people: three women and three men,” I said.

“We’ll do what we can, that’s all I can promise. Why don’t you wait in the bar, and as soon as we get a cancellation or a no-show, I’ll let you know. Nine PM is the deadline for people to show up, or for them to call to let us know they’ll be late,” the man at reception said.

The six of trooped to the bar, the men at one table, the women at another. What does one do when waiting at a bar, knowing we won’t be able to drive home? We all ordered some cocktails. Then we ordered another round. Then came a third round as we all became more and more nervous, escort kocaeli as well as more and more drunk.

It was Carol who said, “So much for the predicted eight inches. I hear they’re now saying it’ll be over 30 inches! That’s a bleeping two and half feet!”

Mary said, “Maybe it wasn’t eight inches of snow per se that was predicted,” and she nodded her head subtly towards the men’s table. Everyone had been speaking of the ‘predicted eight inches,’ not adding the understood word snow. Massive giggling ensued.

Sexual jokes next ran wild at our table. Carol began with, “Yeah, eight inches my ass!”

“Do you mean up your ass? You a back-door girl?” I teased.

“Well I’ve heard rumors about Dylan. With him, though, my guess is that it’s a girl’s pussy, all the time, relentlessly. Still, eight inches in my pussy? I could get into that,” Mary said.

“I guess you mean he could get it into you, right?” Carol teased. Mary giggled nervously in response.

“Eight inches would be a nice change for me, you know?” I said. “Who do you think could be that big?”

This led to a friendly betting pool. We were betting peanuts. Literally. “Let’s change the stakes,” Carol said.

“How so?” I asked.

“Let’s all bet on who doesn’t have eight inches, and if you’re wrong, and assuming the guy is interested (giggles interruption here; we all knew all the men were interested!), then you have to accept the eight inches wherever he wants to place it, as your forfeiture. Back door, front door, mouths, whatever,” she said. “You girls in?”

Mary said she wasn’t that type of girl, but we all knew she was. Everybody knew she was. Mary slept around, to put it politely. She was just more discreet about it than Carol was, for example. Actually, Mary was way more discreet. Her sex life could have received a top-secret clearance at the White House. Not such a big achievement these days, I thought, and giggled silently to myself at my unspoken joke. After a bit of resistance and lots of pressure, Mary caved. She agreed, too.

The real holdout was me. The idea of fucking one of the men just because I had guessed wrong, and not because I liked him nor wanted to fuck him, kind of grossed me out. The pressure to agree from Carol and Mary however was intense. They bought me another cocktail (now my fourth) and by the time I finished it, I had caved and agreed. Now that I was good and drunk, the idea of having eight inches of man meat inside me sounded pretty good. Give me enough alcohol, and I’m like that. I’m not proud of it, but it’s the way I am.

“We each have to choose a different guy,” Carol said. “Joanie, you can go first, since you were the last to agree. Are you okay with that, Mary?”

Mary nodded. It was now up to me to guess which of the three had the ‘predicted eight inches.’ I strongly suspected none of them did. Five inches is the average, and eight inches is probably way more than two standard deviations away from the mean. It was just as likely one of the men was at the other tail of the cock size distribution, with a two-inch cock!

I suspect the girls got the wrong idea about cock size from watching too much porn. (I had been a statistics major before I saw the light and switched to comparative literature.) This meant, basically, no matter who I picked, I was likely to be safe from the ‘predicted eight inches’ and I was not going to have to put out for anyone.

The way I figured it, I had to choose who among the men I would be most comfortable with sharing my body, just in case one of them actually did have the ‘predicted eight inches.’ And if we ended up not getting our rooms back, then this whole game would never happen, anyway. I was not about to have sex in front of the others in the back of a cold SUV, and I felt sure none of the others would want that, either, although I could never be sure about Carol. That girl was full of surprises.

All three men were my friends, and they were all nice men. Steve was classically handsome, and as I mentioned before, he was the alpha male of the three of them. Dylan had dark and brooding eyes, and he gave off a hopelessly romantic effect, kind of like James Dean of the old-time movies.

Jonas had a faraway look in his eyes that I for one found enchanting. Jonas always seemed as if he was lost in thought at all times, solving the problems of the world in his beautiful mind. He was definitely an egghead, and my go-to friend for help with the STEM subjects. Jonas hated his first name, and we all called him Jackson, which was his family name. He also hated to be called Jack, or even JJ. Jackson it was.

I liked all three of the men, but as friends, not as potential lovers. Nevertheless, all of us girls, myself included, had enjoyed flirting with all three men during the ski trip. We also especially enjoyed having girl time in our hotel room. Carol and I discussed the best places in New York to get our legs waxed, where cost of course kocaeli escort was an important factor. Mary shaved, but when we talked about the best place to get a blow dry of our hair, Mary had the best information. Mary had hair that every woman alive would love to have. She could have made shampoo commercials.

It seems obvious I suppose, and perhaps in retrospect it was obvious, but the discussion around ‘blow dry jobs’ led to a discussion of blowjobs. Mary had never given one to a guy, and Carol had given plenty, but she had never enjoyed doing it. I told them I liked the feeling of power over the man I got when I gave a blowjob, and my favorite was when the man started soft and got hard in my mouth.

Both girls were envious that I enjoyed blowjobs, because neither Mary nor Carol had ever met a man who didn’t want one!

“What about the taste of cum?” Carol asked.

“Ooh, that sounds disgusting,” Mary chimed in.

“I kind of like it. It’s healthy, you know. It’s like a salty protein cocktail,” I said.

We all agreed to disagree re blowjobs, and we moved on to talk about the men who had laid us. Without going into details, Carol was a bona fide slut. By her own description, she was easy, and quite a few men had sampled her charms. I was – how shall I say this? – sexually active, but when I was drunk, I too was easy to get into bed. Mary was uptight and totally ungenerous with her sexual favors, but that didn’t seem to stop her from getting laid. She made herself sound as if she were the opposite of easy. Make of it what you will. I, for one, was fairly sure she was lying.

We also discussed the three men. We discussed them a lot. We’d talk about how they flirted with us during the day. Steve would use the same lines, word for word, on each of us. We all giggled at that. They were good lines, too. He always seemed sincere, to boot.

Dylan would try to find something good about each of us, and he would mention it a lot. With Carol it was the ski outfits she wore. Ski outfits have trouble being sexy, but on Carol most anything looks sexy. With Mary, who needed the most help with her skiing, Dylan would say how nice it was that Mary made him feel like a macho man when he helped her. He helped her a lot; especially he helped her to get up when she fell on her skis. He would pull her up and against him, her boobs crushing against his chest, his arms moving around her waist and they would hug a bit. Once he even kissed her neck when he was hugging her that way.

“How did you react?” Carol asked. Mary giggled.

“You know how we say, ‘my eyes are up here?'” she asked rhetorically. “I said, ‘My lips are up here,'” Mary replied.

“Whoa! What did Steve say?” Carol asked.

“Nothing. He just kissed me. And before you ask, yes, he kisses well,” Mary said.

We all giggled in response.

As for me, Dylan complemented me excessively on the ‘tight little curves’ I made as I negotiated my way down the slopes when they were filled with moguls. The ‘tight little curves’ was an obvious double entendre re my body. He would sometimes make things more obvious, just in case I was one of the subtlety impaired. He would do this by adding a cute reference to my ‘natural curves’ referring to my admittedly near perfect hourglass figure. It was a bit patronizing, perhaps, but it was clear he thought I was cute in the way I skied, and that I had a tight, sexy body. I enjoyed his complements.

In the case of Jackson, he was simply just sweet down the line, always with a smile and a word of good cheer. Sometimes it seemed as if Jackson could cheer up a clinical depressive. We were all kind of charmed with the way the three men clearly were interested in each of us, if you know what I mean, but they were harmless.

I know 20% of college girls suffer at least one date rape during their four collegiate years, but we all felt that would never happen with these three guys. They liked us, but they weren’t into demonstrating their power over a woman. I’m sure they would have welcomed some casual ski resort sex, but they seemed happy enough just to flirt. That worked for the three of us.

As the long weekend vacation ground to an end, however, everyone’s thoughts turned to the sex we all hadn’t had. With three pairs and two rooms, there were no easy opportunities for a little discreet sex, anyway.

On the other hand, now that I thought about it, Carol had disappeared from the slopes for a couple of hours on the second day, and so had Steve. They each had different, innocent, and convincing explanations, but still, Mary and I wondered. Steve and Carol looked at each other a lot, and there was a mischievous twinkle in Steve’s eyes when he looked at Carol. Carol, for her part, seemed to giggle and to blush a lot when she was around Steve.

The men bought us a fourth round of drinks (a fifth round for me) and in return we invited them to join us at our table. kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan They pulled up their chairs and joined us in a New York minute. We were all drunk, and judgment is not at its best when one has six hormone fueled college students, trapped by the storm, waiting and hoping for rooms at the resort.

A little after 9PM, when I was close to falling down drunk, the man at reception came over and told us we could have up to three rooms. Each room had only one double bed, however. We discussed it and we felt it would be smart for the drive home to get a good night’s sleep, and with three rooms everyone would get a good night’s rest.

The problem of course was that one room would have to be for one man and one woman. Carol solved the problem by announcing she and Steve could share a room, causing Mary and me to giggle, Carol to blush, and Steve to be slapped on the back by Dylan and Jackson. That meant Dylan and Jackson would have to share a bed, and so too would Mary and me.

I felt doomed. I knew if I were to share a bed in a room alone with Mary, we’d end up having sex. Mary would come on to me, and I was so drunk that I knew I would reciprocate. I really didn’t want to become a lesbian again. The temptation was always there, hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles. I felt if I had sex again with Mary the walls I had built in my mind against lesbian sex would come crashing down. I’d once again become hooked.

Dylan and Jackson were not happy about sharing a bed. Men are much more uptight in that way than we womenfolk. They ‘hinted’ that maybe we would all three pair up? The ‘hint’ was fairly obvious. They assured us that they would only sleep, not hit on us, but seriously: Sharing a bed with a man, drunk, in a hotel room on the last day of a vacation, and expecting no sex? It could happen, true. The former statistics major inside me kicked in, however, and when I calculated my prior probabilities, factored in the data from my past experiences, and computed the posterior, it came to the probability of having sex with the guy was over 80%.

I spoke first, saying no, I did not think it would be a good idea. Mary backed me up. It was Carol who sandbagged both of us.

Carol said, and it must have seemed to the men to have come out of the blue, “Do any of you men have cocks that are eight inches long?”

Am embarrassed silence ensued. Carol broke the silence, saying, “I already know that Steve doesn’t, but trust me, I don’t care,” and this broke the tension and the girls all giggled in relief.

Dylan spoke next. He said, “Sorry girls. I’m just a normal guy. No chance to be a porn star over here.” Dylan continued to be charming.

All eyes turned to Jackson, whose face was beginning to redden. Silence resumed, as ten eyes focused on Jackson. He looked as if he wanted to run away and hide.

“Jackson?” Carol asked.

The silence continued.

“Holy shit, Jackson, you do?” Carol said. Jackson had been my choice in the betting pool. Carol had chosen Steve of course, and Mary had chosen Dylan.

Jackson finally spoke. It was barely a whisper. “Soft, or hard?”

“Either way, my man,” Carol said, batting her eyelashes.

“Do you mean exactly eight?” Jackson asked.

Carol looked confused. I helped out, “She meant at least eight inches,” I said. Boy, was Jackson literal! I was now very interested.

“Well then, yes, I guess so,” Jackson said, and he blushed bright red, staring at a knob in the fake wood veneer of the tabletop.

The girls told me I had to check, since I had chosen Jackson Trust, but verify. Carol produced a sheet of eight and a half by eleven paper and gave it to me. I took Jackson’s hand and led him to one of our three rooms. Once in the room, with the door closed and bolted, I stood the terrified Jackson in a corner, took off his pants and his briefs, and checked out the flaccid monster. I measured it and my guess came to seven inches, well short of the eight required by the weatherman.

Jackson was hopelessly embarrassed. “You fibbed,” I said.

“No, I meant when I was hard,” Jackson said. “I’m too embarrassed to get hard, Joanie, even if you are hopelessly sexy. Maybe if I saw your boobs?”

“No way,” I said.

“I let you undress me. I stand before you embarrassed to the core, and you won’t even let me see your boobs?” he said.

I thought about it a little. Thinking was hard in my drunken state. I ended up stripping to my waist.

“Your boobs are gorgeous,” Jackson said. He was still flaccid. “Can I touch them?”

The man was so timid and sweet! I couldn’t help myself. I nodded. He fondled me beautifully. I was getting wet, but he remained flaccid. I ended up getting naked. He got naked, too. He remained flaccid.

“A blowjob always makes me hard,” Jackson said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does,” I said. “A blowjob is sex, Jackson. I’m not that kind of a girl.”

“I really like you, Joanie,” and he came over to me and he kissed me. I was taken by surprise, but after all we were both naked, in a hotel room, and how could I not kiss him back? So, we kissed, and then we kissed some more, and his hands roamed all over my back and fondled my boobs, tweaked my nipples and sexily squeezed my ass, all during our prolonged kissing and make out session.

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