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Well as you know if you read my last story “Lookin’ Good”, I’m a bi-sexual BBW. I also love BBW women, i find them very sexy. I am 5’6, 200lbs, with 38C tits. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. That’s a little intro to me. Now here’s my story 😉

Saturday! The most beautiful day of the week. The first of two days where I get to lay around all day and do nothing if I so desire. That’s what I planned to do this particular Saturday. It had been yet another busy week at school, and I needed some “me” time.

I woke up at about 11:00. I laid in bed for a while, deciding what I would do with my day. I thought about catching up on my reading, going for a walk, doing the laundry….nothing that really got me wanting to get out of bed. My pussy had been neglected lately, with school and everything else in my life, so i decided i would dedicate the rest of my morning to it.

I reached over to my bedside table, opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out my vibrator. I felt myself getting wet just thinking about playing with my pussy. I started to slip my panties down off my large, smooth thighs. I started rubbing my hands up and down my body. Down over my full tummy, back up to my breasts. I began Bostancı Escort gently teasing my nipples. I could feel my clit just aching to be touched. But I forced myself to wait while I played with my nipples some more, making them swell and harden between my fingers. I wanted to make this one last.

I squeezed my tits in my hands, kneading them, enjoying the feel of their fullness. My clit was already on fire. Every time I moved my hands on my tits, my pussy felt like it was being zapped with electricity.

“Mmmmm” I moaned out loud.

I was getting very horny now. I ran my hands back down my body, down between my legs. As lightly as possible, i ran my finger up my slit, being careful not to insert a finger. I knew if i did, there would be no stopping me, and like i said, i wanted to take this slow. I licked my finger and ran it back up my slit, reaching down to my asshole. I slowly inserted my finger. Wiggling it around, i could feel my pussy throbbing with lust. I pulled my finger out. It was time, I slipped my finger in my now juicy, wet pussy, and started rubbing my clit very lightly, barley touching it. I thought I was going to explode. I was Bostancı Escort Bayan getting so hot. I reached for my vibrator, and turned it on.

The batteries were dead. It figures. I didn’t have any batteries that I could think of, and certainly wasn’t about to stop what I was doing and look for some. I threw the vibrator off to the side, and started feverishly rubbing my clit. Using my other hand, I stuck two fingers up my cunt, and started fucking myself. Faster and faster. My juices flowing out of me.

I began to fantasize about a guy I had seen at the supermarket earlier in the week. He was gorgeous. Tall, dark and handsome… of course. That’s the way I like them. I pictured it was his fingers plunging into my tight hole, while his tongue was flicking at my clit. Then I pictured my gorgeous sister, Carla, walking into the room. Carla is also a BBW, 5’7, 230lbs. She was naked, her big tits bouncing as she walked over to me. She looked me in the eyes and gently kissed my lips, opening them with her tongue. We started kissing deeply. Then she stood over me and lowered her large shaved cunt onto my face. I could smell her sweet scent. She sat on my face Escort Bostancı and I started licking her like crazy, experiencing every crevice of her hot pussy, while this beautiful man was between my legs.

In reality, my pussy was so hot and my bed was soaked underneath me. I was about to cum. I started rubbing harder and faster and fucking my fingers deep inside of me, thinking of my sister on my face and this guy’s fingers in me. I couldn’t imagine ever feeling as horny as I felt right then. Though, I tended to think that every time! I pulled my fingers out of my cunt, and grabbed the vibrator. Just because it didn’t vibrate, didn’t mean I couldn’t still have fun with it! I pushed it into my pussy and started to fuck myself with it, while still rubbing my hot clit. Pushing it in and out, in and out, my juices started flowing even more than before. Goddamn, I was going to cum hard.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, and as I pushed the vibrator inside of me one last time, I felt my pussy spasm around it. I yelled out loud. With my head back, my body arched and my eyes closed, I rubbed my clit as I came. My body jerking as the orgasmn rocked my body. The vibrator still inside of me, I pulled it out and rubbed my clit with it, shuddering over and over, until I collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. As I started to calm down, I took the vibrator and put it into my mouth, tasting my sweet juices. I licked it nice and clean.

Not long after, I fell back asleep, dreaming of all things forbidden.

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Hillsboro was a small Midwestern farming town, so named because it was nestled at the bottom of the highest hill in three counties. While the hill was technically private property, with three farms converging at its crest, the irregularity of the land made it difficult to till and its woods made it unsuitable for grazing. The farmers had left the flanks of the hill wooded, although since earlier generations had cleared the hilltop for use as a lookout against Indian attack, they maintained the meadow at the top and allowed the townspeople to use it as a park, a great boon for the small, unincorporated village. The park was a favorite daytime play place for local children because of its history and, the rock, a standing stone at the very peak that provided cover during the inevitable games of Cowboys and Indians.

Originally, the people of Hillsboro had all come from the same district in southwest England and settled together. Over the years, some people came and went, but the core of the population was of the same English-Welsh stock. These were people who had descended from the Celts and Druids who came before them and who revered the old ways even though they were nominally Christian. Families were closely knit and passed down stories of the old times. They lived close to the land and remembered the ways their forebears used to ensure the fertility of the land and the people.

As April was drawing to a close, Bob Johnson looked out across his fields and commented to his wife Sarah that it was almost planting time. Sarah smiled to herself and said “Bob, you know better than to go planting too early in the season. There’s still the risk of frost and the ground hasn’t been prepared yet.” Bob nodded his agreement and said he knew he needed to wait, but he was ready to get started. Over at the Peterson’s house, John and Maggie were having a similar conversation.

Bill Williams looked his wife Becky in the eye and asked her if she remembered the steps to a dance they’d once done. Becky smiled as she lifted her skirt with one hand, waved the other over her head, and started a jig in the kitchen. She stopped only when her kids came in, saw what she was doing and groaned as only teenagers can. “Mom! Stop it! Our friends are coming over and you’ll embarrass us.” Becky stopped dancing and asked which friends were coming and whether they would be staying for dinner. When she found out it was the Johnson twins, she grinned and called Sarah to find out their plans for the evening. The Johnson twins, Sue and Bonnie, had been born within two weeks of the Williams’ elder daughter, Beth, and the kids were together constantly. Bill and Becky’s other daughter was two years younger, but was accepted as a peer by the older children because she had a way of knowing things that made her seem wise beyond her years.

Later, as the sun went down, Becky called her neighbor, Jo Worthington, to see if she would be willing to watch all of the kids while the adults went out for the evening. “We need you to ride herd on the kids because we’ll be out late. Maybe you can join in the festivities next year. In addition, because of the importance of the occasion, I’m going to pay you twice your normal sitting rate. Bring your sleeping bag and make it a slumber party.” Since all of the girls were close friends, Jo was happy to look after the younger ones and thrilled to be getting the extra money.

Jo came with her parents, Rick and Marty, and as the adults prepared to leave, Marty told Jo, “I know you’re responsible, but I want to reiterate the rules. There will be no boys allowed in here, no tying up the telephone, and everybody needs to stay in the house for the entire night. Everybody has sleeping bags and there’s plenty of pizza and movies you can watch. If there’s a problem that needs adult attention, Mrs. Phillips, across the street will be home and watching out to make sure Ankara bayan escort everything’s OK. She knows where to reach us if there’s an emergency.”

As the Williams, Johnson, and Worthington adults left the house, Marty asked Sarah if Joe and Suzy Henderson would be coming. The Henderson’s were the youngest couple in Hillsboro and had just gotten married a month earlier. At 25, Joe had surprised everyone in town by taking over his father’s car repair shop so his dad could retire early. Joe’s dad, Hank, and his wife loved to travel and had just left for a four-week trip to see their ancestral home in England. Suzy was new to the community as Joe had met her when he was away at school, but she was friendly and interested in everybody, and she’d been accepted by everyone in town. Before Sarah had a chance to reply, Bob said he hoped Suzy would be there because he’d love to see her do the old dances. Sarah elbowed him in the ribs and said he really just wanted to see the town’s newest hot babe. She then said he’d probably get his wish because Maggie Peterson had told her Joe and Suzy were looking forward to the celebration.

The three couples climbed into the Williams’ van and rode the short distance up the hill to the park, talking about previous celebrations and what fun they’d been. When they arrived, they saw three other cars in the parking lot, belonging to the Petersons, the Hendersons, and, an unfamiliar car that belonged to Fred and Grace Watson. The Watson family had lived in Hillsboro for many years, but the youngest generation had moved away after college to get jobs in the city rather than continue farming the land. A week earlier, Fred’s dad, Jake, had asked him to come back to town with his wife for the annual celebration. Since Fred and Grace had never participated in the celebration before, Jake explained it to them and they agreed to come and carry on the tradition.

As the full moon rose and cast its white light over the hilltop, the lone figure of Jed Phillips appeared next to the rock and called them all to it. As the couples assembled in a circle around Jed and the stone, Jed said “Welcome to the annual Hillsboro celebration of Beltane. For those of you who haven’t participated in this before, I want you to understand that our purpose here is to fertilize and renew our land. This is at once a joyous occasion and a solemn one because it brings our town together and it blesses our land for the coming year. While I am the leader in the sense that I get the celebration started, I am not a participant in the way that you are. As most of you know, my wife is at home and while I have her blessing to be here, I am old and can no longer do the dance, so my role is to keep the cadence and help you younger folk dance and celebrate.”

As everyone looked at each other, it became apparent that without any coordination, all of the women were wearing similar outfits and the men were likewise similarly dressed.

Jed stepped down from beside the rock and said “I have a little more business before the celebration begins. Suzy, did you bring the cup you received as a wedding present, like I asked you to?” Suzy reached into the folds of her full skirt and pulled out a silver chalice. She handed it to Jed, who took it and bowed to her, then set it beside the rock. Jed helped Joe and Suzy up to the rock and stood between them holding their hands. He then pointed to five piles of wood stacked equidistantly along a circular track cut into the meadow and asked each of the other couples to go stand next to a pile.

As the couples got into position, Jed struck his drum once and shouted “As Prometheus brought fire to man, so I bring it to Hillsboro.” With that, Jed lit a torch and handed it to the Petersons, at the northwest pile, and as they lit their bonfire, Jed called out “All spirits of the Earth who are within Escort bayan Ankara our circle, come to this flame and then leave our circle.” Taking the torch back from them, Jed carried it to the Watsons, who lit the pile in the east as Jed called upon the creatures of Spirit to come and leave the circle. Next, Jed took the torch to the Williams couple to light their bonfire in the southwest and banished the spirits of Fire. Jed carried the torch to the Johnsons who lit the northern bonfire as he banished the spirits of Water, and finally Jed gave the torch to the Worthingtons who lit their fire in the south and banished the spirits of Air from the circle. Jed took the torch and continued around the circle, lighting small fires to enclose them all in a circle of fire.

Jed came back to the rock and once more stood between Joe and Suzy Henderson. Raising the torch, he cried out “Apopamos caca Thamanos! All evil spirits leave this circle and return to hell!” As he spoke, the silence inside the circle deepened and a fog rose to just below the hilltop so it appeared as if the circle of fire and its participants were alone on an island in the midst of the clouds.

Jed turned to Joe and Suzy and said to them: “As priest and priestess for this year’s Beltane celebration, you will lead the celebrants in the dances and in the blessing our town with fertility for the coming year. This is an ancient ritual that was performed by your fathers and mothers from deep in the mists of time, just as you are performing it tonight. As you see, the mists have risen and the borders of the years have fallen away.”

The couples all joined hands to form a ring around the stone as Jed picked up a flute and began playing a light-hearted dance reel. Joe and Suzy led the group in a dance around the stone in a clockwise direction, following the path of the sun on its daily journey. As that dance ended and another began, the group dropped hands and stepped back to make their circle larger. They continued to dance around the stone waving their hands and kicking their feet as they followed Joe and Suzy.

After a time, Suzy led the women a little toward the center as Joe expanded the men’s circle, then he turned and led the men in the opposite direction, widdershins, while the women continued to dance deosil, so they formed two concentric circles, rotating in opposite directions around the axis of the stone.

As Jed picked up the pace of the music and the heat of the fires warmed the participants, Suzy pulled the scarf from around her neck and began to swing it around over her head. As she did, the other women did the same so that, from above, the inner circle appeared to be a whirling, twirling band of fabric. After three revolutions waving the scarves, a great “Harumphf!” came from the men and the women dropped the scarves while the men waved their caps. Three more revolutions and the women yelled “Harumphf!” as the men dropped their caps and the women pulled off their blouses and twirled them as they had the scarves. The dance continued in sets of three revolutions as the men twirled their shirts, then the women twirled their skirts, and the men twirled their pants.

When both groups were down to their underwear, Jed picked up a drum and began striking a primal beat. The dancers slowed and reversed directions as they adapted to the new rhythm. As the drumbeats grew in intensity, Suzy and the women removed their bras and swung them over their heads. As the female scenery became more interesting, the men started to slow as they watched the ladies’ boobs bounce and swing. As the men slowed, the women started lashing them with their bras as each one passed. After three revolutions, the women dropped their bras and the men pulled off their shorts and danced naked as they swung them around. Finally, the men dropped their shorts as the women Bayan escort Ankara pulled off their panties and each woman danced up to her husband and held them out to him, only to snatch them away when he reached for them.

Finally, as the drumbeat became louder, the women fell to the ground, arraying themselves in a wheel so that each woman’s head was pointed toward the stone and her feet were extended toward the circle’s circumference. The energy of the drum and the dancers shifted again as each woman took the hand of the woman on either side of her and spread her legs so they all formed a six-petalled flower, with each woman fully baring herself to the men dancing around them.

The drumbeat slowed and the men fell to their knees before their wives and began lapping at their pussies. At first, the women seemed oblivious to their ministrations, but soon, one moaned, then another, and before long, all six women were moaning and arching their pelvises up to meet their men’s tongues. Jed stopped drumming and the night became quiet except for the sloppy wet sounds of tongues on clits and the moans, until suddenly, Suzy cried out her first orgasm of the evening and then five other women joined in her primal cry.

As the women gushed, Jed handed the chalice to Joe who captured as much of his wife’s nectar as he could, then he passed the cup to the man on his right, who did the same. The men carefully passed the cup around the circle so they didn’t spill any as they collected the precious juices from all the women.

After a few minutes of rest, Jed began drumming again. As each man stood over his wife, she knelt in front of him and sucked his cock until his erection raged before him, and then she lay back down so he could enter her. All six men began thrusting into their wives in time to the drumbeat. As the beat intensified, the couples began slamming into each other, pubic bone on pubic bone, penis in vagina, building toward an intense climax.

Once again, Joe and Suzy led the group in screaming out their lust in a mass orgasm. Each man deposited his seed into his wife as she bucked, howled, and came in a spasmodic explosion. As the couples lay together and professed their love for each other, Jed passed the cup again and each woman squatted over it to let the semen drip from her into it. After each one had let a tablespoon or two of semen drop into the chalice, she lay back down and her husband cleaned her up by tonguing out any remaining liquid from her pussy. Throughout the night, the couples came together and each time, they passed the cup to collect everyone’s juices.

As the fires began to burn low and the sky started to brighten in the east, old Jed carefully picked up the cup containing the precious fluids from the couples and roused those who had fallen asleep, telling them they all must be up and out before dawn. As the light began to grow, all six couples gathered up their clothes and dressed. Jed stepped up to the rock and spoke aloud “All you who gathered here for this celebration are free to go in peace. Thank you for coming and witnessing our celebration of Beltane’s flower. Please do whatever you can to help fertilize our land and our town.” With that, he struck the drum once and proclaimed “This celebration is at an end.”

As the couples started toward the edge of the circle, they heard noises from the woods as if all the animals of the forest were leaving after having watched their fertility ritual.

The conclusion

The next day, May Day, was celebrated with dance and gaiety by the people of the town, including the six families. Jed Phillips was strangely absent until late in the day, when he was observed taking a small vial of liquid to each of the town’s farmers and, with the farmer’s permission, pouring it on their seeds and planting equipment.

In September, the Hillsboro farmers brought in their best harvest ever. In the two weeks around the first of February, the population of Hillsboro grew suddenly as the Hendersons, the Petersons, the Johnsons, the Williams’s, and the Worthingtons all gave birth to children, including two pairs of twins, and Jake Watson reported that Fred and Grace had made him a grandfather.

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I was looking forward to my birthday – Kate had promised me something special.

She sent to me to take a shower before going out and I let the hot water run across my neck and back for several minutes, thinking about where she might be taking me and what she might have in store. I toweled off, brushed my teeth and slowly opened the bathroom door out to our bedroom. My long shower did not prepare me for what I saw.

Kate was standing there in one of her sexiest bras, a thin, lacy pink one, through which you could make out her dark, pointy nipples, but more surprisingly was wearing her strap-on, a toy we haven’t used that much. Even more surprisingly, standing behind her was Ali, a friend of hers, also wearing a sexy sheer bra and a strap-on, bigger than Kate’s.

“You want your fantasy for your birthday? Ok, I’ll give it to you, but I’m in charge from now on,” sneered Kate as she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bed. She sat me down on the edge of the bed, “now, suck our cocks!” Kate and Ali stood on either side of me, sticking their strap-on’s in my face, demanding I suck them. I did my best, taking one and then the other in my mouth, switching back and forth between the two, resisting as Kate tried to pull my head down deeper on hers as she thrust into my mouth. I gasped and she pulled out, “that’s enough of that, lie down.”

I laid down on my back on the bed – Kate and Ali got on their knees and Kate straddled my face. “we’re going to make out like you want, but you’re going to be too busy eating our pussies to see it,” she said and lowered her pussy on to Pendik Escort my face, pulling her strap-on to the side so I could push my tongue against her wetness. Her familiar smell and taste filled my senses as I pressed my tongue against her clit and licked up and down against her opening. I could feel her move as she kissed her friend and I could sense their hands moving over each other’s body. My dick was getting hard and sticking straight up in the air, but it got no attention from the preoccupied women. Kate’s body arched back and I imagined Ali sucking her sensitive nipples as I continued to press my mouth against her pussy and chewing gently on her clit. Her breathing came in pants, faster and faster and she pressed her weight down on me so hard I could barely breathe. Kate cried out and came as she ground her pussy against me – the quickest she’s ever reached orgasm.

Once her spasms had subsided she moved off the bed and Ali replaced her, lowering her unfamiliar pussy onto my mouth, juices flowing into my mouth. “you wanted a threesome, didn’t you? Is this what you expected?” said Kate as she raised my legs in the air. As I licked another woman’s pussy, finding her clit and nibbling on it lightly, Kate slipped a lubricated finger up my ass, slowly, and probed deeper and deeper. I moaned and slapped the bed with my hands as she aggressively added a second finger. “Keep eating that pussy or you’ll be in worse trouble,” said Ali as she ground her pussy down into my face taking my mind away from what Kate was doing. I reached up to touch her breasts, but Pendik Escort Bayan my hands were slapped away. At that moment, I felt the tip of Kate’s strap-on against my ass and the pressure as she slowly pushed it into me. I squirmed against her and against the pussy I was licking, Kate gave me time to get used to the strap-on in my ass and slowly increased her pace and how much of it she was giving me. Ali yelled, “lick my ass, lick my ass!” as her hand reached down and began furiously rubbing her clit. I dipped my tongue into her tight asshole and felt it tighten up as she came in a rush all over my face.

Kate’s pace quickened after this and Ali stepped down from the bed and refit her harness and strap-on. Kate’s chest was red and her eyes were closed as she thrust faster and faster, the vibrator in her harness pressing against her clit as she reached the depth of each stroke. Kate’s small, perky breasts bounced above her bra, pulled down below them by Ali earlier. She stroked my hard cock a few times, but returned both hands to my hips as she drove harder and faster into me, finally letting loose with another yell as she came again., holding herself deep inside me with the vibrator pressed against her clit.

After a few moments, her breathing returned somewhat to normal and she slowly pulled out. “my turn, my turn! I want to fuck that tight man ass,” Ali’s strap-on was bigger, and had a realistic cock shape. Kate got on her knees and sucked it briefly, spreading saliva on it and then used her hand to guide it toward my ass. She must have sensed Escort Pendik my tenseness and stroked my cock a few times and told me to relax.

Ali pushed the head of her cock against my ass and slowly pushed it further in, stretching my ass open. I gasped as I felt intense pressure. A warmth was spreading up my cock which twitched as she went deeper and deeper. A small bead of pre-cum formed on the tip.

Kate’s mouth found my cock and she bobbed up and down on it a few times as Ali drove in and out of my ass, but then she stood and began caressing Ali’s large boobs and kissing her, finally letting me see them enjoying each other. Ali was pounding me with her bigger strap-on; I felt pleasure and pain as she hammered away.

Kate broke her embrace with Ali, “Had enough? You’ve been a good boy so we are going to let you come on us,” she said nicely, with a smile. Ali gave a couple last deep thrusts and pulled out of my ass before both girls got down on their knees. They smiled at each other and kissed and then Kate began sucking my dick, swirling her tongue around the crown, looking directly in my eyes. She replaced her mouth with her hand and held my cock for Ali, who briefly enveloped the head of it with her mouth. “I’m going to come!” I yelled. Kate, still holding my cock, began to stroke it, while her and Ali’s tongues reached out and flicked underneath the swollen head. I shot one spurt on to Kate’s tongue and another on to Ali’s chin and Kate milked the rest of the largest load I’ve ever shot out of my straining cock and it dripped down on to their breasts and bras.

They kissed, and Kate playfully wiped her cum covered hand across my face as she stood up. “Maybe next you’ll get to fuck OUR asses,” she said with a smirk, as she and Ali walked into the bathroom, shaking their asses and giggling, closing the door behind them as I lay on the bed spent.

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As Ro’Shawn exited Wendy’s master bathroom he started laughing. “That’s something you don’t see every day!”Wendy was on her back with her head falling off the side of the bed. Grant was thrusting his cock down her throat as Spencer fucked in in missionary as he was on his knees. Wendy had a wooden clothespin on each nipple as well.“You like this, Ro?” asked Grant. “We just started.”“Get your pussy boys. She’s a freak,” Ro said as he stood next to Grant. He then took his black mamba and slapped her face twice. “Right, Wendy? You’re a freaky MILF slut.”Wendy could only make a gagging sound.As Ro’Shawn took a seat in the plush chair in the corner he watched the Collins twins switch positions several times as they moved the guidance counselor into several different positions. The theme was consistent, one brother had his dick in her mouth while the other fucked her sloppy pussy.After probably twenty minutes Wendy finally said she needed a moment to rest. “Give me ten minutes, and then I want to ride one of you in cowgirl. Why don’t you boys go get a few beers out of the fridge and bring me one too.”The three flew down the stairs in search of the cold beers. They each chugged one before returning to the bedroom with an open bottle for themselves and one of their slutty hostess. Wendy was leaning up against the headboard, still wearing her thigh-high fishnets and black heels. Ro’s dried cum was now mixed with Wendy’s sweat which gave off an unusual scent.Grant was ready to go, so he laid down on the bed, gave himself a few strokes, and said, “C’mon Wendy, ride my cock. I’m ready.”As she moved down the mattress, she first licked Grant’s cock several times, bobbed on it, and took one testicle into her mouth causing Grant to moan slightly. “Now you’re nice and hard,” she said with a devilish grin.Mrs. Kay moved and swung a leg over her young fuckboy’s torso, kneeled, grabbed his cock, and lowered herself down. She sat up tall and Kartal Escort raised her hand up over her head and started slowly going up and down on Grant’s dick. Wendy’s tits looked fabulous as they bounced. He reached up and softly squeezed her milk jugs.“Oh, yes. Be rough with my tits. Squeeze harder. Pinch my nipples. Be rough,” she whispered.Grant squeezed her left breast with aggression and quickly pinched her nipple, giving it a twist as he released her dark brown nip. Wendy moaned slightly. She altered her position, now leaning forward, placing her tits within distance of Grant’s mouth.He held both boobs, pushed them together, and alternated from one to the other licking and sucking. He quickly stopped and held her right tittie in his left hand and slapped it very hard with his right hand. “You want it rough? Do you like it rough? How ‘bout this slut?” he said loudly.“Yes, I love it. Again, Grant,” she panted as she was rocking on his cock in a steady rhythm.As he slapped her tits again and again over the next few minutes he also talked dirty to the nasty older woman. “You’re nothing but a horny old lady. A slutty old lady. I bet you have a bunch of kinks you haven’t shared with us yet,” Grant said sternly.This caused Wendy to stop rocking. She looked at Grant, then to Spencer, and to Ro’Shawn, “The more we fuck the more you’ll learn about me. I need to trust you to reveal my true inner slut to you boys,” she said.Ro stepped up to the bed and looked her in the eyes, “I can’t wait to fuck your ass with my big black cock.”“No!” she exclaimed. She again stopped sliding on Grant’s dick and dismounted and sat on the edge of the bed. “My ass is off limits. No rimming, no fingers, and definitely no anal sex. That’s an exit only, do you understand?”The boys were a bit taken aback. All seemed to mumble in agreement, Spencer saying, “Okay, no ass play. We get it.” After a five-second Kartal Escort Bayan pause he continued, “But will you eat our asses?”“No, I will not. I want nothing to do with anything ass related. It’s just not my thing. I tried it years back with another man but it’s just not my thing,” she explained.This killed the mood and Spenser asked if they should leave.“Oh, no way. I love morning sex and I want you three to gang-bang me,” she said with a giggle. “I want you all to cum on my tits and then I’ll eat all your jizz.”The boys all talked about how hot that would be to watch three loads on her great tits, and then to watch her eat all that spunk.“I’m sore and tired. Why don’t you boys go crash downstairs, there is a pile of blankets and pillows by the piano,” Wendy told them.**The sun peeked through the plantation blinds in the living room waking up Ro’Shawn just before 7:15 am. This young stud was hungry. No, he was “hangry.” He poked around the kitchen and did not find anything like muffins, pop-tarts, or the like.“Hey, guys, I’m going to run to the donut store. You want coffee or OJ?” he asked.The twins said they wanted both, and at least two donuts each.“OK, I’ll get a dozen,” he said. Ro exited Wendy’s house, got in his truck and left.Not fifteen minutes later he returned. He parked in the same exact spot across the street and started across the street with the box of pastries and the drink carrier.As if on cue, out came Mr. Pearson from his front door to get his newspaper. He stopped and watched the young man. “Where are you going? he asked.“I’m one of Mrs. Kay’s students. We’re doing a test prep session this morning,” Ro said of the top of his head.“A study session at 7:30 am in the morning?” the nosey neighbor said.“Yes, sir,” Ro said as he kept on walking. He knocked on the door and then walked in, yelling, “Study donuts are here!”The Collins twins looked at him as he stood Escort Kartal in the foyer. Spencer spoke, “Study donuts? What?”“That old guy next door was getting his paper when I was walking across the street,” Ro told them.“We met him our first time here, last month,” said Grant. “He asked a lot of questions. I’d stay clear of him.”“Yes, my neighbor Bob Pearson is a busybody. He’s the neighborhood gossip. He seems to know the dirt on everyone,” said Wendy as she stood at the bottom of the stairs.As the four sat at the kitchen table they chatted about their sexathon the previous night. Wendy made herself a latte from her fancy Italian coffee machine, frothing the milk extra-long and hot.After about thirty minutes Grant was getting anxious, “When does the gang bang start?”Wendy put down her latte. “You boys need to learn how to treat a woman. It’s not all about just fucking. I like to be wooed in the morning. Kisses on my neck. Caressing my ass. I need to be warmed up like a car on a cold winter morning,” she explained to the three young men.Spenser leaned toward her and kissed her cheek, then moved down her neck. His hand was now rubbing her upper thigh as well. Ro moved behind her chair and gently began to rub her shoulders and nibbled on her right ear.“That’s it, boys,” she whispered with her eyes closed.All four were soon in the living room with Wendy on her back on the couch. Her only request was that Ro’Shawn go last, and she reminded them to cum on her tits.Spencer went first and fucked her in missionary for about ten minutes,  giving her an orgasm, before pulling out and shooting his nut on her fantastic rack. All three of the guys were talking dirty to Wendy as they knew it turned her on.Grant was fucking her for maybe three minutes when suddenly there was a knock at the door. They all froze.“Be quiet,” said Wendy. “They’ll go away soon.”They waited about three minutes before Wendy was comfortable getting back to the action. Grant picked up where he had left off and a few minutes later he told her, “I’m going to cum soon.” He pulled out, gave himself a few strokes, and blasted a long rope of sticky pearl spunk hitting Wendy on the chin. The following bullets of cum all landed on her tits and upper torso.

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Her nickname was Goldie due to her long golden hair that fell over her shoulders and half way down her back, she was short a just over 5 foot tall with a slim body and hips, a tiny ass but her breast were 36C with large puffy nipples. To the girls her other nickname was slut, to the boys it was easy. Goldie didn’t care what they called her, she had an insatiable sexual appetite, she didn’t care who she fucked male or female or how they fucked her, she just wanted sex. Goldie was invited to every party because everyone knew at some stage she’ll end up on her back with her legs spread.

It was on a Friday night that her world was to change forever, she was at the local pub when four strangers walked in, they were all in their mid 20’s and Goldie took an interest in them straight away. Three of them sat at a table while the fourth went to the bar to get drinks, Goldie moved beside him, she had a tight, low cut dress on and as he stood over her he got a view of her cleavage, without much effort she found herself invited to their table.

They were only passing through on their way to a party, they dropped in to have a couple of quick drinks and buy some alcohol. They sat around talking for about half an hour, as they were getting ready to leave they ask Goldie if she would like to join them. Never one to miss out on the opportunity for a good party or a good fucking she agreed.

Tim and Barry went to the bottle shop for the drinks, Steve and Chris as they weren’t driving bought some roadies for the trip, when they got to the car Goldie got into the back seat between them, they were barely out of the car park when she was offered a drink and some weed. The three of them sat in the back drinking and smoking as they headed to the party, Tim told her it would be about 2 hours before they got there.

It didn’t take long until she felt Steve hand on her leg, he left it there for a few seconds then slowly moved it up, fingers rubbing the inside of her thigh, she spread her legs slightly wider as he slide his fingers under her panties. Chris meanwhile had been staring at Goldie’s tits, he took hold of one squeezing and massaging it through her dress.

Goldie was lying back, her head resting on the back of the seat as she stared at the roof, Chris had pulled her top down taking her breasts out of the bra, as he sucked on her big puffy nipple, his other hand rubbing the inside of her leg. Steve was sucking on her other nipple while he finger fucked her. Goldie had managed to release their cocks, holding one in each hand she was slowly stroking them.

Steve stopped fingering Goldie, he grabbed her hair pulling her head toward his cock, she opened her mouth swallowing it as he shoved her face into his lap. She then felt Chris’s cock slide into her pussy, her body had twisted when Steve pulled her down, her ass pointed towards Chris, an offering to good to refuse. Steve held her hair at the scalp controlling her head, moving it up and down his stiff cock, with a grunt and one final push he came, his cock buried in the back of her throat, making her gag and choke on his cum.

Chris pulled his cock out of her pussy, grabbing her head he pulled her over in his direction, she barely had time to catch her breath before Chris’s cock was in her mouth cumming.

Goldie was quite a sight, dress pushed up, legs spread and panties pushed to one side, both her tits hanging out, cum dribbling out her mouth. A big smile on her face from her own orgasms and the fact that she knew this was only a taste of what was to come.

“The boys are going to enjoy this slut,” Barry said, “Pull over Tim I need a turn with her.”

Stopping the car they pulled Goldie out, not that she resisted, she was an sex addict and she was getting what she needed. Barry laid her on the bonnet of the car, it felt warm against her back as he pushed his cock into her pussy, Goldie was soaking wet from several orgasms and Barry had no problem pushing his cock deep into her tight pussy, pounding it for a few of minutes before blowing his load inside her.

Tim’s turn now, he grabbed Anadolu Yakası Escort her hips rolling her over, his hand spreading her butt cheeks to show her tight little butt hole, damp from cum running over it, you could just about see him drooling as he stared at it. After hearing everything that was going on in the back seat with an occasional glance in the rear mirror and watching Barry he was too horny for any niceties, he just rammed his cock as hard as he could into Goldie ass. Goldie squealed with pleasure which brought a cheer from the other three, encouraging Tim to fuck her harder, each thrust making her squeal until he came, Goldie also had another orgasm as Tim pumped cum into her ass.

Finished with her for now they all got back into the car to continue the drive.

Semi dressed, cum on and in her. Goldie was in her heaven, she didn’t know these men, only meeting them an hour ago and already they had each fucked her, the thought of more sex to come at the party was making her wet and horny again. For the rest of the trip she gave them a show as she fingered her pussy and licked, sucked her own nipples, having several orgasms in the process.

The party turned out to be nothing more than a men’s weekend away, leaving wives and girlfriends at home they went off to the bush for drinking, smoking and hunting, there was about 20 of them ranging in age from mid 20’s to mid 40’s.

All were there for a good time and when the boys introduced Goldie things only got better.

Goldie was in her element taking cock in all her holes, a never ending supply of cum, alcohol and weed. For the next 48 hours she barely slept, whether it was only one at a time or several at once she satisfied their fantasies and quenched her thirst.

It was Sunday afternoon, she finally passed out drunk and exhausted around lunch time, she had just finished a solid two hour session as each man used her for what they knew was the final time.

The men had started packing up, getting ready to head back to the real world and real lives. They knew they have had a weekend that they will never forget and probably never have again, but it was also a weekend that they could never talk about. They all agreed that after they left they will never mention this weekend again, leaving it behind as a fond memory, also agreeing to leave Goldie behind as she was the thing they needed to forget the most and would find it the hardest to do.

They left alcohol and weed for her plus some money to pay for a taxi, then gradually they all left, leaving an nearly empty cabin in the middle of the woods.

It was late in the night when Goldie awoke, it was dark and silent, she quickly realised that everyone had left, leaving her alone. She wasn’t worried, she had enjoyed herself but knew it would end and that she would never see any of them again.

She wandered around the cabin finding the alcohol and weed, she decided to have a drink and smoke before ringing for a taxi. After a couple of drinks she hunted for her phone only to find it with a flat battery. She decided to wait until sunrise and then walk to the nearest house, time for another drink or two she thought heading back to the living area.

The next morning she headed out to find the neighbours, still drunk and high she wandered around for hours in the forest, totally lost, before stumbling on to a house. There was no car in the yard and newspapers were piled up on the porch, the house looked deserted, she thought there might be a phone inside she could use, plus her legs and feet hurt and she wanted to lie down. She checked around the outside for a way in, a window to the basement was slightly ajar, she was able to pull it open wide enough for her to squeeze in, unfortunately ripping her dress in the process.

Once inside she took of the dress, she hoped to find a new one in the house. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, she had spent the whole time in the cabin naked and when she went to get dress the only clothes she found were her dress and high heels, someone had Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan kept her underwear as a souvenir.

It was a wild party, thinking about it as she wandered through the house was making her horny again.

She found a liquor cabinet helping herself to a bottle of scotch, drinking from it she continued wandering around the house, sitting in the lounge watching tv, helping herself to a meal in the kitchen, generally making herself feel at home. She continued exploring the house eventually stumbling into the bedroom.

There was a large wooden bed in the middle of the room, to one side a single mattress lay on the floor, she remembered also seeing a mattress in the basement near a wall with something hanging on the wall, her thoughts were broken by the sight of two large wardrobes, she was more interested in looking in them for a new dress and moved towards them.

The first wardrobe only had men clothes, as she rifled through the drawers she found some rope and tape, nothing she was interested in. Moving to the second wardrobe it was full of women clothing, they were a bit big for her but she didn’t care, there were several sexy outfits that she threw on the bed to try. Again she rifled through the drawers and found several sex toys, she decided to give some of them a try, she was in no hurry now and the house did look deserted.

Sitting on the bed drinking scotch she sorted through the toys, she found one about 10 inches long and 4 inches thick, covered in hard nodules, she ran her hand up and down it, turning the switch on it vibrated in her hand, each nodule rubbing against her palm where it touched her. She laid down on the bed rubbing the vibrator along her pussy lips and clit, it didn’t take long for her pussy to get wet, she then pushed it inside herself. With the nodules vibrating inside her, stimulating her, she could feel her orgasm building, she moved the vibrator faster and faster, pushing it deeper, suddenly pulling it out she came. She shoved the vibrator back inside and gave herself another orgasm. She sat up taking another drink as she wiped herself down with the bedsheet.

She found another vibrator that interested her, this was a doubled headed one with multiple speed vibration settings, she turned it on a both heads began to vibrate. Each end had a little ball that bounced around as the arms moved from side to side, the arms weren’t as thick as the last vibrator but they were a bit longer and the ball was about 3 inches round. Laying back on the bed she inserted the ends into her pussy and ass turning it on.

It didn’t tale long before she came again, she then shoved it back in, deeper, increasing the speed. She laid there moaning, her orgasm building until she came again and again with multiple orgasms. Exhausted, she finished off the scotch and collapsed on the bed, passing out.

Several hours later the owner’s returned home, they had been on vacation for the last couple of weeks while visiting their son at university. Opening the door they froze, they looked around from the entrance way and sniffed the air, the smell of scotch filled it. Stepping inside they saw the liquor cabinet open, a bottle of scotch missing.

“Careful Mama, someone may still be here,” Papa said as they searched the house.

They found the ripped dress in the basement, “Looked like a small girl broke in,” Mama said as she held up the dress.

They continued to look around the house finding doors and cupboards opened, as they walked into the bedroom they were shocked by the mess, wardrobe doors were open, clothes were spread across the floor and bed, Mama’s toys laid every where..

“Who the fuck made this mess,” said Papa.

“That little bitch lying under my clothes,” said Mama pointing to a pile of clothes on the bed.

Moving the clothes they both stood looking at the bed, staring at a naked Goldie.

She was lying on her back, her long blonde hair partially hidden by her back, large breast heaving up and down, perky puffy nipples sticking out, Escort Anadolu Yakası tight skinny waist with narrows hips, a thick bush of blonde hair sitting above her large plump pussy lips, swollen like her clit from fucking, and slender legs.

Papa had gotten his ropes and tied Goldie to the bed spread eagled, “Time to teach this bitch she has broken into the wrong house”, Papa said with a sneer.

Papa moved his head between Goldilocks legs, he sniffed deeply taking in the musky scent of her sex, his tongue then moved over her lips and clit. Still asleep out of reflect Goldie’s legs opened wider.

“How does she taste Papa?” Mama asked.

“Delicious,” Papa said, “Try some”.

Mama ran her finger along Goldie’s wet pussy, she then put it in her mouth as she moved to the side of the bed.

Mama moved her mouth to Goldie’s tit, she licked and sucked her puffy nipples, Goldie was still out to it but she moaned softly from the attention of their mouths and tongues.

Papa stood up, he took off his clothes, stroked his hard cock as he stared at her pussy, “Time to wake the bitch up,” Papa said as he shoved his cock into her pussy.

Goldie jumped and screamed as Papa rammed his cock into her, she tried to move her arms and legs but couldn’t, she screamed again.

Mama grabbed her head, she turned her face toward her, as she screamed again she shoved a large dildo into her mouth, choking her on it.

Mama kept playing with her tits, she bit and sucked one while her fingers twisted and pulled the other. With her other hand she rammed the dildo deep into Goldie throat, muffling her screams. The dildo moved back and forward, faster, harder, making her gag and choke. Papa kept fucking her pussy, laughing as he looked at Goldie her eyes wide with terror, but just a hint of pleasure in them.

Mama removed her clothes and straddled Goldie’s face, she pressed her pussy against Goldie, grinding against her mouth and nose. Mama leant forward and licked Goldie clit, Papa kept pounding her pussy until he came inside her, triggering an orgasm from Goldie. He then offered his cock to Mama who licked it clean before eating Papa’s and Goldie’s cum out of her pussy.

“Make her come bitch,” Papa said grabbing Goldie’s head as he pressed it tighter against Mama’s pussy.

Mama sat up, her body pressed down against Goldie face, smothering her, Mama moved enough occasionally for Goldie to get air, but they both laugh as Goldie tried to roll Mama off her when she couldn’t breathe.

Papa stroked his cock as he stared at the two naked bodies on the bed, listening to Mama’s soft moaning as Goldie licked and sucked her pussy. He climbed on the bed, standing over Goldie waist in front of Mama. Mama reached out taking his cock first in her hand stroking it, as it hardened he moved closer to her, allowing her to take him in her mouth, she sucked on Papa until he was rock hard. All the time Goldie was under Mama frantically wriggling and squirming as she tried to breathe, while at the same time eat Mama’s pussy.

With a hard cock Papa climbed over Goldie head behind Mama he lifted Mama ass up and slide his cock into her pussy. Finally able to breathe properly Goldie stared up as she watched Papa’s cock slide in and out of Mama’s pussy. His large, hairy balls mesmerised her as they swung back and forward, slamming into Mama with each thrust of his cock, cum dripped out of Mama pussy on to her face.

“Keep eating that pussy bitch,” Papa said with a growl.

Goldie quickly lifted her neck, her tongued stretched out, ran up and down Mama’s pussy lips and around her clit, making Mama moan.

Papa kept fucking Mama until he came in her pussy, filling it with his cum. with a groan Mama came also, their combined cum dripped out over Goldie’s face.

Mama lowered herself to Goldie’s face, “Lick me clean slut,” she said as she rubbed her cum filled pussy over Goldie.

When they had finished they left Goldie tied to the bed and went downstairs.

Sitting around the table Mama asked, “What do you think Papa,”

Papa smiled rubbing his crotch, “Yes dear she’ll do nicely,”

“Our little Baby will be so surprised when he next gets home from university, he always wanted a pet,” Mama said.

“Yes dear, it will be nice having a pet, lets go play with it some more,” Papa said as he took Mama’s hand and headed back towards the bedroom again.

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Hi! I’m Lisa, and this is my story. I am now eighteen years old. I am really not someone who would catch your attention at first sight; this is mostly because I normally don’t try to. I’m average height, average build, and I’ve got a pretty average face. I’ve been told I’m cute. I’ve been told I’m sexy. I think both of these are true, especially when I’m naked and horny. And you have a chance of seeing me naked and horny if you know where to look. This story started over a year ago because of my friend Jenna, though she will probably never know the extent of her involvement in the radical life change I’ve experienced. Jenna is my online friend. We used to collaborate a lot on writing fanfiction – I’d write, she’d proofread, and vice-versa. She’d sometimes give me prompts, and I’d do my best to follow them. I liked writing fanfiction, and I didn’t mind that it fit so much with the stereotype of a lonely geeky teen girl that I was back then. In a way, I still am that girl. I like being the way that I am. And writing fanfiction – well, it’s not as respectable as writing real stuff, but it’s a good practice. You don’t have to worry about world-building and creating characters, you can just focus on the plot and character development. Back then I thought I’d try my hand at something original someday… but that day has yet to come. But this really has nothing to do with this story. The point is that one day Jenna gave me a challenge – to write a smutty story. The protagonist would have hot steamy sex with his best friend’s sister. That’s it. Easy enough. Except… not. You see, I’ve never written smut before. My first draft was… well, I’ll put it this way: as I realized later, epithets like “throbbing manhood” and “velvety love cave” were not in style anymore (and have they ever been?), and my teenage brain could not conjure up anything better. So I went out to do some research. The fanfiction site I posted on did have quite a bit of literary porn, but the stories seemed to always involve some context. That didn’t really work for me. What I needed was smut for the sake of smut. A bit of research on the internet with the safe search turned off quickly yielded results and soon I was lost in reading online erotic literature. I thumbed story links at random, absorbing all descriptions, jotting down some particularly interesting turns of phrases – the works. And then I accidentally clicked on a story involving a mother and a son. Before then, I haven’t had much interest in incest as a porn genre. I knew that incest existed, that it was becoming more prevalent in mainstream media as a shock trope, but I felt neither shocked nor aroused by the concept. I understood fetishes. Golden showers, for example, taboo, dirty, obscene, and some people were into it. I wasn’t, but I understood the appeal. But incest? At the end of the day, it’s still just two people having normal sex. Right? The story I clicked was written in the third-person omniscient perspective. It described just one single sexual encounter between a mother and her son. The author really delved into the thoughts and the emotions of their characters, and the story ended up really long, full of passages like this one:  “He considered the unclad woman sprawled on the bed before him. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was a mesmerizing goddess, she epitomized the pinnacle of his unbridled lust, she was the one woman bound to him through their very biology and nature; bound but infinitely unattainable. But not now. Not anymore. There was a need, a yearning in her darkly glistening eyes that countermanded any vestiges of shame she had earlier, a desire for her man, a love for her son.” This was a bit too flowery for my taste. Still, it made me think. I haven’t had sex before (I’ve made out, there was some petting, doesn’t matter) and what I knew of sex was mostly through porn. Sex for me was something people did to each other. A purely physical thing. Of course, I was aware that love existed and that people in love usually ended up having sex, but I haven’t experienced love in that Maltepe Escort way. And, at any rate, sex happened much more often than love and at that point, I was much more interested in sex. I understood wanting to have sex with someone with a huge cock. I understood wanting to have sex with someone with nice tits. I haven’t really considered wanting to have sex with someone you know. Someone close to you. Wanting them because you knew them so well. This was new to me. The story continued. “She was acutely aware of her raw nakedness before him. A mother’s nakedness, primitive and natural for a child, forbidden for an adult. It felt so right to be bare in front of her son, and yet so, so wrong. She knew she would give in to him, but, truly, was he not the one who was giving in to her? Going back into her, returning inside her? “That’s it,” she thought, “The ‘going back’. The ‘return’. That’s the true meaning of incest. It’s a relationship that spirals and loops in on itself, each curl of the spiral bringing us closer to ecstasy… and damnation.” “Fuck me, son,” she pleaded. “Fuck me. Come back inside your mother.”I don’t recall when in the story I started masturbating, but it was that passage that set me over the edge. I put down my phone and rubbed myself just looking at those words – “go back inside your mother”. I came hard and fast, slowly becoming aware of how uncomfortable I was now, still fully clothed and now sweaty in my t-shirt and pants. I pulled off my clothes, intending to take a shower, but I decided to finish the story first. “She lay on her bed and stared at nothing. Her son was already asleep, head nuzzled in her neck, hand gently squeezing her breast, so much like a baby. Like a slideshow, her mind produced pictures of their past – a newborn in her arms, a kid blowing out the candles on his birthday cake, his first day at school, his first girlfriend, his graduation… his cock in her throat, his eyes looking at her as his tongue caressed her clit. She knew that it was wrong, this caleidoscope of wholesomeness and depravity, but it didn’t feel wrong to her now; it felt complete, natural, converged. The night would pass, and he would still be there, unlike so many lovers she’d had before. Whether he would wake up as her son or as her lover, she promised herself not to regret this night.” The fanfiction story I was trying to write really has no bearing on this story anymore, but if you are curious (and for the sake of concluding a storyline) – in short, I finished another draft, feeling absolutely nothing for the characters. I decided to rewrite it yet again. This time, it wasn’t the protagonist who had sex with his best friend’s sister, but rather the best friend himself. Jenna expressed mild surprise at my choice of a brother and a sister, but thought it was sufficiently kinky. My constant readers on the fanfiction site gave lukewarm praise – some thought it was okay, others were disappointed in the cliche topic, and yet others said that I ruined their childhood. That was the end of the fanfiction smut writing for me. Instead, I started heavily exploring incest-related porn videos. Of course, incest porn has a wide variety of sub-genres; I didn’t much care for the ones where the actors would present themselves as ‘step’- something and then just fuck like in any other porn flicks. On the other hand, I found myself greatly enjoying the ‘point-of-view’ style videos where the actress would talk to and pretend to have sex with the viewer. My favorites were the videos where the ‘talk’ section would be long – I loved watching the ‘mother,’ ‘sister,’ or ‘daughter’ slowly seduce or get seduced by the viewer, the transition between being a model ‘mom’ (or ‘sister’ or ‘daughter’) and being a cum-hungry slut, the moment when the actress would take off her bra, crossing the last boundary. There were some actresses who took their role-playing very seriously. They produced a wide array of videos with very different scenarios, but they approached each and every scenario with Maltepe Escort Bayan earnestness and dedication. I didn’t know if they were really into it, or if they were just very good at acting. I was hoping for the former.My fascination with specifically female actresses was not because of my sexual preference. At that point in my life, I thought I was bisexual. Incest porn scene was dominated by women, and so I mostly watched that. Men, for the most part, either couldn’t act or didn’t feel the need to. Some were too old or too young for their roles. Some stayed silent, their roles reduced to just being a camera with a dick attached. The ‘point-of-view’ style videos with male actors were non-existent. In fact, it appeared as though incest porn was nearly exclusively made for men; videos where the viewer was assumed to be female were in the overwhelming minority.I watched what I could. At that point, I hadn’t fantasized about having an incestuous encounter myself. I mean, yeah, I thought about what it would be like if my mom and I ever played around, or if my absent dad and I ever reconnected over our newly-discovered lust for each other, but… I don’t know. I have never perceived my mom as a sexual being, and my dad was living in another country with another family for the last ten years, so I really had no real food for fantasies, so to speak. Until… one day. When it happened. There was a video posted by a certain Ms. Mira Lovewell. I’ve never heard of that actress before, and I didn’t particularly care for porn actresses’ one-off foray into incest smut. Too often they would just say some motherly banalities and proceed to fill the rest of the run time by doing the usual stuff porn actresses do. I expected this one to be the same, but I liked what I saw in the thumbnail. It only showed Ms. Lovewell’s breast, but it was a really beautiful breast: heavy and plump with a large hard nipple. I figured that even if the acting was bad, I’d still treat myself to a beautiful naked woman, and started the video. It started off in the dark, with only a silhouette of the woman visible on a bed. Looking at the camera, she said, “Hey baby, I’ve missed you. Come to mommy.” I froze. The voice sounded exactly like my mother’s. I fast-forwarded the video. The lights were on now. The woman was lying on her back and the cameraman was fucking her ass in a first-person shot. Her hair didn’t match – like me, my mother was a long-haired brunette, but the woman had short blond hair. The face looked similar, but I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure with all the makeup. I kept watching. The cameraman was very well endowed, thrusting heavily into Ms. Lovewell’s ass. She seemed to enjoy it. “God, baby, you are fucking mommy’s ass so good… make it cum, make my asshole cum, you dirty boy.”I paused again. It finally dawned on me – it was very simple, really. I didn’t need to guess the face behind the makeup, I didn’t need to listen for familiar voice modulations. It was the surroundings: the bed, the wall color, and the clock on the bedside table. It was my mother’s bedroom, plain and simple. And unless she had a secret twin who hijacked her bedroom for a porno shoot, the video was definitely of my mother.If I were to summarize my feelings at that point, I could do it in two words: ‘jumbled’ and ‘mess’. I was angry and sad, and I felt betrayed and lied to. I watched the video all the way to the end. I cried. I masturbated watching my mother say disgusting things on camera with someone’s cum on her face. I felt disgusted at myself like I was spying on mom, watching something she wouldn’t want me to see… and I kept masturbating. I googled Ms. Lovewell and found she had an account on one of the membership platforms. I paid for the most affordable tier (ironically using the allowance my mother gave me) and started clicking randomly on the videos I could now access. Over the next hour, I watched my mother masturbate and get fucked in all conceivable ways. From what I could tell, the guy – whoever he was – Escort Maltepe was always the same. Most of the videos were made in first-person perspective, but some were shot from a stationary camera, though the man’s face was never in the frame. Still, it didn’t take long to figure out who it was. The man had a distinct abstract tattoo on his left arm, vaguely reminiscent of an M. C. Escher drawing. That tattoo belonged to my twenty-year-old cousin Charlie. Charlie was not a stranger to our family (not a stranger at all, as it turned out). His parents – his mother was my mother’s sister – lived in a different state, but he went to a college in the town where we lived. As such, he frequently visited us, often spending the night. I wouldn’t say that he and I were best friends, but we did hang out, and he would also sometimes help me with homework or standardized test prep. Charlie was also friendly with my mother, but I had never had any reason to think there was something more there than a typical aunt-nephew relationship. He was always welcome to stay over, and when he did, she would make us dinner (always something a bit more fancy than our usual meals), ask him about college, about his parents – normal aunt stuff. There was nothing, nothing at all, to make me think something was going on. I needed… something. Answers. Confirmations. What I saw in those videos was real, but that reality was very different from my reality, and the only way I could accept that was to face them – Charlie and my mother – and have them confirm it. I decided to drive up to Charlie’s first. My mom would not be back home until the evening, and I didn’t want to wait until then. Charlie would probably be in his dorm room, and if he weren’t, I could ask him to meet me there. It took me maybe half of an hour to get to Charlie’s college dorm. I kept trying to think of what to tell him, but everything I came up with sounded stupid. I decided to just wing it. Ask him about the videos and let him talk. I parked near the dorm and headed inside. My heart was pounding. There were some guys downstairs playing ping-pong, and a group of students were sitting on the couch going over some notes. One of them looked up at me questioningly, but I didn’t look back. I headed upstairs to the third floor where Charlie’s room was. The hallway was empty – luckily, because I needed a minute to calm myself down. I stood in front of Charlie’s door and just breathed for a while. I didn’t know if I could go through with this anymore. I decided that if he wasn’t in, I would not call him or wait for him, I would just go home. I breathed in and knocked. “Come in,” Charlie said. I breathed out and stepped in. Charlie was at his desk, writing something in a notepad. He looked up at me and smiled. “Lisa! Hey! What are you doing here?” “Hi Charlie,” I said weakly. “I need to talk to you about something. Do you have some time?””Um… yeah, of course. Here or should we walk somewhere?””Here is fine.” I closed the door behind me and sat down in his bed (there was no other furniture to sit in – Charlie’s room was tiny). “Charlie, I found the videos.”He looked at me blankly. “The ones where you and mom…”He blushed. “Oh, shit. Did you talk to your mother about these?””No. I… she won’t be back until dinner and… damn it, Charlie, what the fuck?”He tapped his fingers on his desk. Looked at me in the eyes and sighed. “I’m not sure what to tell you, to be honest,” he said finally. “Your mom does porn to make some extra cash. I help her. I mean, it’s weird, I guess, but-” he shrugged “it is what it is.” “That’s all you have to say?” I spat angrily. “It is what it is?” “Well yeah,” he said. “What do you want me to say? What are you upset about, exactly? That your mom does porn? That’s not that uncommon and besides, that’s not on me, really.” “No,” I said. “That she is doing it with me?” “No,” I said again. “Well, yes, it’s really weird. You are my cousin. Her nephew. And in the videos, you call her ‘mom’, which is even more weird.” His blush got more intense, and despite my anger, I was really enjoying that. “Okay, fine. It’s weird. But, I mean, it’s not real, you know? We’re just making some extra cash, like I said.” “Are you though? You sure seem to be enjoying yourself.” He stood up. “You know what? I don’t think I’m the right person for you to be having this conversation with. You…

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John and Louise have what most people would consider being a rather unconventional marriage. Louise likes to have sex with other men and John is happy for her to do so. In fact he takes it as a compliment when men want to fuck his beautiful blonde wife, because he knows she will always be his and if she has a little fun then all the better. After all, he will always be the one who will benefit from the experience she gains.

But Louise hasn’t always been totally happy with her adventures. Not because she doesn’t want them but because they haven’t always lived up to expectations, and so one evening as they lay naked side by side in bed she tried once more to explain it to her husband.

‘What I’m looking for.’ She told him. ‘Is someone who will just use me for their pleasure. Someone who will simply do whatever they want with me, because, as long as they don’t hurt me, their pleasure will give me pleasure, if you can understand?’

‘I think so, but weren’t you chatting to some men on the internet with that in mind?’

‘I was, but I’ll have to come up with something else because it’s not working out.’

‘Why, what’s the problem?’ John asked, idly stroking his wife’s flat stomach.

‘The problem is that they’re either too timid and want to treat me like a china doll, asking please can they do this or would I mind if they did that to me, or otherwise they interpret the phrase ‘use me’ in the bdsm sense and come on all aggressive before I’ve even met them. I don’t want either of those types.’

John turned on his side and began to caress his wife’s breasts. ‘So what exactly do you want?’

‘I just want someone who’ll simply take me as if I was some kind of everyday object that they owned. Someone who won’t ask, they’ll just do things naturally, and then we can both enjoy it.’

‘Hmm. I think I know what you mean.’ John was frowning now, even as he played with his wife’s nipple. ‘You want someone who’ll just assume you’ll like whatever they want to do with you, and do it?’

‘Yes, don’t ask, and definitely don’t threaten. Just do it.’

‘Like I’m doing now with your boobs?’ He was mauling her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, tugging gently on her nipples.

‘Exactly, except I’d want a lot more than just a little boob play.’ Louise giggled. ‘Anything at all, so long as it doesn’t hurt.’

‘Yes, I know you’re not into pain.’ He grinned at her repetition and pinched her nipple, making her jump. ‘Okay I’ll have to think about that one. Maybe I can organize something for you as a birthday present.’ Her thirty-third birthday was only eight weeks away.

‘If you can it would be brilliant. Make it more than one man if you like – in fact several would be good.’ She giggled as she added the last bit, neither meaning nor expecting John to take much notice.

‘Leave it with me; I’ll see what I can do.’

He rolled on top of her as the thought of her in the hands of other men got to him.

Nothing more was said until a couple of weeks before the day, and then he waited until they were in bed and turned towards her to whisper in her ear. ‘I couldn’t get anything sorted for your actual birthday, but next Saturday evening you are going to be delivered to an address and get your fantasy made reality.’

‘How?’ She asked, shocked but delighted. ‘Who?’

‘Don’t ask.’ He smiled in the darkness. ‘Don’t you want your present to be a surprise?’

‘Well, yes, I suppose so.’

‘Well, I can guarantee you this one will definitely be that.’ He told her mysteriously.

So, she thought, my surprise birthday prezzie will come a week early, I don’t mind that. She shivered in anticipation and then turned towards him and kissed him eagerly. Sex that night was the best for a long while.

**********************

Louise took great care getting ready on the Saturday night; she had plenty of time for she wasn’t supposed to be there – wherever there was, until 10pm. She had no idea who she was meeting either and so she settled for a sophisticated yet sexy look with a minimum of makeup and a white silk blouse and a short grey skirt over a black quarter cup bra and thong. When she turned away from the mirror she reckoned she’d got it about right so long as her partner for the evening wasn’t too fussy.

‘You don’t mind if other people watch, do you?’ John asked as they turned onto the main road out of town.

Louise didn’t mind, and John knew she didn’t because it had happened before, so she looked at him curiously for asking, her heart beating suddenly faster at the prospect.

‘And you remember saying you wanted someone to act as if they owned you, I think that was your phrase?’

‘Yes, go on.’

‘Well, the guy you’re going to meet, his name is Mike by the way, will own you, at least for a couple of hours.’

‘Explain please.’ Louise couldn’t quite see where this was heading.

‘You see.’ John went on. ‘As well as him being your birthday present, you are his too. It’s his sixtieth birthday today and so you are each other’s birthday presents, although he doesn’t know İstanbul Escort about yours.’

She stared silently at him, still not quite getting her head around what he was saying.

‘Several of his friends have clubbed together and hired you for the evening. So you’ll be his until midnight.’

‘You mean they’ve paid you for me?’ Her eyes widened as she stared, understanding flooding in. ‘You bastard, you’ve pimped me out.’

‘Well, you wanted to be a piece of property for the evening, and now you will be.’

They drove along in silence as Louise digested the idea. Being given to a man to use was what she’d been asking for, so that was fine, but at sixty he was maybe just a little bit older than she would have liked. But, hey, she didn’t mind older just so long as he wasn’t one of the meek and mild stuffy bank manager types. The more she thought about it the more she began to smile, until suddenly she erupted into laughter.

‘This is going to be a very strange birthday present” She giggled. ‘And it’s certainly the first time anyone has made a profit out of it.’

‘Don’t worry.’ He told her, joining in the laughter. ‘I’ll split it with you.’

‘Do you want to split the sex with me as well?’ She asked, pretending innocence.

‘No, you can have all of that. I’ll just drop you off and then pick you up again around midnight. I’ll bring some spare panties with me in case you’ve lost yours.’ He grinned.

‘A proper little Cinderella, aren’t I?’ She hadn’t really expected to be just dropped off and left, but it added to the excitement.

The address turned out to be a large single story structure in an unfamiliar area on the edge of town. The building itself was unremarkable; except for a group of powerful motorcycles parked on the drive. Excitement and trepidation flooded through Louise in equal portion along with just a little outright fear as she realised it was a biker’s home. She had nothing against bikers, in fact they were just the sort of men she enjoyed, but she knew that with a group of them together there was the potential for things to get out of hand.

The door was answered by a woman, which was something else Louise had not expected. She was quite a bit older than Louise, maybe fifty-ish, with her dark hair showing streaks of grey. She was tall and slim and still attractive in a rough sort of way, but very casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, braless and shoeless and with prominent nipples showing through the cotton of her top. She silently looked Louise up and down and then, as if satisfied with the merchandise, thrust a bundle of notes at John.

‘Thanks.’ John told her. ‘This is Louise; I’ll collect her at midnight.’

‘No problem.’ The woman replied, turning to Louise. ‘You know what you’re going to do, don’t you?’

‘Whatever I’m told.’ Louise replied, her heart rate rising rapidly at the very uncertain prospect before her.

She seemed to have hit the right note with that answer, for the woman smiled and her face lit up, revealing the beautiful girl she had once been. ‘You’ll do. Come on.’ She turned to go in, beckoning to Louise as she did so.

‘Don’t damage the goods.’ John cautioned.

‘We know, we know. No pain. What do you think we are?’

Louise wasn’t really sure of the answer to that, but she felt reassured and obediently followed her into the house. But as soon as the door was closed the woman stopped and turned to her.

‘My name is Margherita, but everyone calls me Margie.’ She paused. ‘Just so that you know, Mike is my man but don’t worry about that, it’s his birthday and I want to see him happy. So he calls the tune, okay?’

Louise nodded. ‘Okay.’

Margie let a fond smile spread across her face. ‘He’s a randy old sod and so you’ll earn your money, but he’s not particularly kinky, so you’ll be ok.’ She put on a more concerned look. ‘But one thing he does want.’ She hesitated as if not sure how to say it. ‘He wants to see me get it on with another woman, that won’t be a problem for you, will it?’

That one caught Louise by surprise and she felt her mouth fall open momentarily, but she recovered quickly. ‘No, I’m cool.’

Louise was mostly into men, but she wasn’t averse to getting together with another woman occasionally, and although Margie was older than Louise had experience with, she was far from totally unattractive.

‘You know what you’re doing with a woman, do you?’ Margie asked.

‘Yes, no problem.’

‘Good, because I don’t, it’ll be my first time.’

Before a wide eyed Louise could properly absorb what she’d just been told Margie shrugged and pushed a door open to let a blast of rock music welcome her. As she entered the lounge she was greeted by a sudden round of clapping and a couple of wolf whistles, something that pushed Margie’s remarks right out of her mind. But then Margie came in behind her and held up her hands to quieten everyone down.

First impression was of a large lounge, a very large lounge, comfortably furnished with a number of mismatched sofas and İstanbul Escort Bayan chairs. It was a little run down but certainly not as dirty or untidy as she might have imagined, and nor was it littered with beer cans and cigarette butts. The people awaiting her matched the room, definitely biker types but again neither grimy nor unkempt. There were around ten or a dozen men and several more women, all dressed very casually in jeans and either plaid shirts or t-shirts emblazoned with various logos, with many of the men wearing the usual biker style leather vests. They were all around the same age as Margie with one or two maybe even slightly older. She labelled them as regular folk, rough but honest, just the sort she could identify with. She relaxed inside, knowing instinctively that she was safe so long as she didn’t put on any airs and graces, although she silently acknowledged that her clothing was way out of place. She could also see that whatever she was asked to do, she would be having more of an audience than she’d expected, but that was simply something that brought out the exhibitionist in her and made her shiver in anticipation.

‘Mike.’ Margie called, smiling as a big man with a long drooping Viking style moustache came forward. ‘Here’s your present darling, she’s called Louise, make good use of her because she’s only here ’til midnight.’

Mike took a long slow appraising look at Louise, letting his eyes drift from her face to her bust and on down to her hips and legs. She could almost feel his eyes drilling through her clothing to ogle what lay beneath.

‘Very nice.’ He breathed, quickly looking over his shoulder at his friends. ‘You’ve done me proud, thank you all.’

It was the strangest situation that Louise had ever found herself in, but she enjoyed the compliment almost as much as the lust that glowed in Mike’s eyes.

‘Are you going to unwrap your present then, Mike?’ Someone called from behind him.

‘Hell no.’ He threw back. ‘This is one present that can unwrap itself.’ He looked at her and nodded, telling her without speaking to do just that.

For a moment or two she hesitated, unsure if she should do a sexy striptease or simply undress as if for bed. In the end she went halfway, holding Mike in her gaze as she moved to stand directly in front of him and steadily unbuttoned her blouse, all the time trying to maintain an air of self-confidence. Blouse removed she kept him pinned under her gaze as she held it out sideways in her hand. She dropped it on the nearest sofa before unhooking her skirt and letting it slide down her legs, still looking into Mike’s eyes as she stepped out of it. She had to look away briefly as she bent to retrieve it and drop it with her blouse, and she took advantage of this moment to take a quick glance around the room. Everyone was sitting quietly, not saying a word but just staring at her, openly salivating at the sight of Louise in her undies. She smiled and did a deliberate pirouette to show herself off. Now she was pleased she had dressed as she had.

‘Keep going.’ Mike’s voice sounded suddenly gruff and she knew she was turning him on.

She reached behind to unhook her bra, looking straight into Mike’s eyes once more. As the bra swung clear she could see that she was unsettling him, he didn’t know if he should hold her look or drop his gaze to her newly exposed breasts. She let him off the hook by shifting her gaze to look around the room again, taking in the lustful expressions on several faces. The situation was beginning to get to her and she was starting to hope they might be more than just an audience.

All that was left now was for her to remove her thong and to do that she deliberately turned her back to everyone, knowing that she was displaying her pussy to them as she bent over and wriggled her butt. She tossed the thong aside but remained with her back to her audience, bending all the way over once more to reach right between her legs and run a couple of fingers up and down her crack, over her anus and down to her already wet pussy.

‘She’s fucking gorgeous.’ One of the men exclaimed. ‘I know what I want for my birthday.’

‘Yep, she sure is, but you’ll have to wait a couple of months.’ Mike chuckled.

Louise straightened and turned back to face him, wondering where he would want her.

‘Go and sort Margie out, will you?’ He pointed to the side. ‘Looks like she could use a little help.’

Louise turned to see Margie, her top already off, wriggling out of her jeans and taking her panties down with them, her pendulous breasts swinging as she did so.

‘Come on.’ Margie whispered, finally treading her clothes away to leave herself naked and flicking a glance at her husband, ‘Let’s go and do as the man wants.’

She reached out and took Louise’s hand and, leaning closer, whispered. ‘It would be nice if we can enjoy this, but it doesn’t matter if we don’t, it’s for Mike, not us.’

‘I know.’ Louise nodded, wondering how she would get on with this inexperienced woman.

They stood Escort İstanbul facing each other for a so, until it became clear to Louise that she would have to make the first decisive move. And so she pulled on Margie’s hand, bringing her close and encircling her in her arms in a loose embrace.

‘You sure you’re okay about this?’ She asked.

‘Yes.’ Margie replied softly, her arms wrapping themselves around Louise’s back. ‘I’m just not used to it.’

They stood like that for a moment or two, each gazing into the face of the other, looking for a hint as to the next move, until once again against her natural instincts, Louise took the lead by sliding a hand between them to cup one of Margie’s heavy breasts, lifting the soft flesh.

‘Nice?’ She asked quietly, smiling at the nervous nod she got for an answer.

For a few minutes she played with Margie’s boobs, squeezing and massaging them but getting no response other than hearing Margie’s breathing quickening in her ear.

‘You know where mine are.’ It was the broadest hint she had the nerve to give, but it still took Margie a few seconds to respond and hesitantly push her own hand between their bodies to cover Louise’s breast with her palm. Louise closed her eyes and absorbed the moment, enjoying the sensations and ignoring the giggling and whispering she could hear around her. It was nice and she didn’t mind the fact that Margie was older and, to be honest, slightly overweight. Her soft pliable flesh made a pleasant change from the hard hairy bodies that she’d become used to.

‘Now kiss me.’

Louise looked up in surprise at Margie’s request, not expecting the older woman to suddenly take charge like that, but she complied willingly, only too glad to have the responsibility removed. Margie’s lips were soft and her breath fresh, the kiss nicer than Louise had imagined, even Margie’s tongue seemed to show an unexpected enthusiasm. But once again the two women had to ignore the ribald comments and chuckles that the others were making. Someone, female, even commented to Margie that she had never kissed anyone else like that, and Louise could feel Margie smile silently in response. And then she felt a hand sliding down over her abdomen, heading for the join of her legs. She took a deep breath and parted her feet ready for Margie to explore her, happy that hers was to be the first pussy that Margie would ever touch apart from her own.

The first touch was firm, even rough, as Margie’s hand reached her pussy and pushed two fingers between her thighs, immediately investigating her as far as she could reach, her probing fingers finding Louise’s clit and rubbing at it, making her gasp at being touched in such an abrupt manner. She didn’t mind that she was definitely not being gently seduced; forceful treatment suited her temperament just fine and in fact she wanted more. Louise raised a foot and placed it on the sofa beside them, hanging her arms around Margie’s neck for balance and opening herself up for Margie’s searching hand to go wherever it wanted.

Margie explored further between Louise’s legs, bending over a little in order to reach then sliding her fingers between Louise’s labia until they found her entrance and pushed inside. Louise gasped again, but louder this time, aware of the people around her and of her heart racing with excitement at the treatment being meted out to her in front of so many strangers.

‘You know where mine is.’ Margie told her suddenly, deliberately imitating Louise’s own remark of only a few minutes before and at the same time also planting her foot on the sofa.

‘I can’t reach.’ Louise told her, realising the fact that they would both be bending forward would put both beyond arms reach of each other.

Margie looked around quickly. ‘On the sofa.’ She decided, pulling Louise down so that they landed side by side on the seat.

Louise knew what was wanted and she twisted to face Margie, threading her arm around her partner’s neck and letting her other hand reach out to find first the other woman’s thigh and then, as Margie also turned towards her, her pussy. Louise heard Margie’s breath hiss quietly as she felt Louise’s hand on her, her eyes closing momentarily. Then she reciprocated, reaching across so that her face was only inches from Louise’s and smiling as she sought out the pussy that she had first touched only minutes before. The two women played with each other now, deliberately holding their legs open to let Mike see everything they were doing, knowing that everyone else in the room was watching them and getting a good eyeful at the same time.

Margie smiled at Louise. ‘I’m beginning to like this.’ She whispered

‘Me too.’

And so she was. Margie’s two fingers had found her vagina again and were pumping in and out; finesse sacrificed for eagerness, just the way Louise so often liked it.

Louise, on the other hand, was touching Margie much more gently, sometimes using the flat of her hand to slide along Margie’s pussy, sometimes letting two fingers enter her vagina, but mostly lightly stroking her clit, noticing to her own amusement and satisfaction how quickly it had reacted to her touch, noticeably peeking out from under its covering hood. Soon they had almost forgotten that they were putting on a show for Mike and his buddies and had become totally involved in each other.

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Previously…

James spat on his dick, and with a practiced motion, pushed his cock inside Ryan’s hole. Ryan moaned even louder and I could myself getting closer to orgasm. Ryan quickly looked straight ahead again, only this time we made eye contact through the blinds. His body was getting jolted from the powerful thrusts of his husband, but he grinned devilishly when he saw me. At that same moment, my teenage cock exploded, shooting cum all over the wall and carpet. I ducked out of sight. Holy shit. He saw me, he definitely saw me. But, he didn’t seem mad. Oh my god, that was so hot. I cleaned up the wall and carpet and got back into bed, falling asleep to the sounds of the hot tub jets and the skin-on-skin slaps of my uncles as they fucked. What a wild first night in California.

After falling asleep to the sounds of my gay uncles having sex just outside my window, I had erotic dreams of them that resulted in pulsing morning wood. Dreams of my uncles, naked and strutting around the house. Dreams of spying on my uncles as they flip-fucked outdoors on their patio. Dreams of my uncles catching me watching their intimacy and inviting me to join in. That last one, that taboo fantasy, lingered in my mind’s vision but the dream faded the more awake I became.

The time was only 4:30 am, a result of my body clock still on East Coast time. Yesterday, I flew cross-country leaving sleepy New Hampshire for exotic (to me) Southern California. I’d been accepted to my dream school just outside San Diego and my gay uncles had graciously offered to let me stay with them for the next four years while I pursued my degree. They also happened to be absolutely sexy men that I felt an instant attraction to even though we’re related.

I left my new room with my laptop for the living room in nothing but a pair of tiny athletic shorts. The house was warm enough that I didn’t need a shirt. Besides, I’m sure I had a few hours to myself before Uncle Ryan and Uncle James were awake. Uncle Ryan, my mom’s youngest brother, was in his mid-30s, fairly clean-cut and toned. His husband, Uncle James, about ten years older than Ryan, was imposingly tall with a well-kept beard. Ryan seemed the kore outgoing while James had a deep rumble of a voice like distant thunder. He was from the South with an accent to match.

I settled on the couch in the still-dark living room. I spent the next hour or so trying to calm my raging boner by reading all my course descriptions and syllabi. I studied the campus map to ensure I wouldn’t get lost on my first day of college. I Ankara escort was so wrapped up in my review I didn’t even notice Uncle James passing through the living room to the kitchen. He was also shirtless, in a pair of silk boxers that barely contained his junk and ass. He waved a sleep-heavy hand, yawned, and scratched his balls. Seeming half-asleep, I had ample opportunity to admire his muscular hairy body. His perky ass seemed to bounce with every heavy-footed step.

A few minutes later he returned with two ceramic mugs in hand.

“G’mornin. Coffee?” he asked, proffering one of the mugs.

“Sure, thanks. Good morning to you as well,” I said.

He sat on a deep-seated leather armchair next to the couch and propped his long legs up on a matching leather footrest. My eyes traveled up his shapely calves to thicker thighs, resting briefly on his generous bulge before moving up his taut stomach and broad chest. He wasn’t overly muscled, but the size of his arms and pecs belayed his strength. The porn I watched online was always younger, twink guys. Right now, however, I was having an irresistible craving for an older, more mature man.

“Doing homework already?” asked James in a deep rumble.

“Huh? Oh, no,” I said, hoping Uncle James couldn’t read my lewd thoughts. “I’m just checking out where all my classes are so I don’t get lost on Monday.”

“Your campus isn’t that far from here. There’s a great beach nearby, too. We could go check it out later today or tomorrow if you want,” he suggested.

“That would be great!”

“I’m sure your uncle Ryan will be up for it. If he ever gets up. He tends to sleep in Saturday mornings. But he does love any excuse to wear a speedo in public,” said James.

My dick stirred in my shorts at the thought of my uncle in a pair of skimpy swim trunks. My eyebrows must’ve been raised in interest and excitement, not unnoticed by James.

“He’d probably lend you one, too, if you needed one,” he said in a much more alert-sounding voice.

“Oh jeez,” I started, my face blanching. “I think I’ll stick with my board shorts.”

“He’s a bit of a show-off, that one,” James continued. “You should see when the pool guy is here. The guy is an absolute stud, so Ryan likes to parade around in a nylon thong.”

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. I kept my face down and focused on my coffee. James chuckled softly. Thankfully, he changed the subject.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked.

“Oh, fine. I was so tired I slept like a baby.” I replied.

“Glad Ankara escort bayan to hear it. I was hoping we didn’t wake you up. We stayed outside a bit after you went to bed,” said James.

“Nope, not at all.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked.

Shit. Uncle Ryan must have mentioned he saw me watching them. I remained silent.

“Ryan mentioned he saw you watching us through the blinds,” he continued and I tensed up on the couch. “It’s okay, I get it. I remember being 18. I had curiosity, too. I think Ryan liked having an audience. I haven’t seen him cum that much in a long time.

“I’m sorry I spied on you two,” I whispered sullenly.

At that, he leaned forward and put his feet back on the ground so he could better make eye contact.

“Thank you, for apologizing,” he said. “Trust me, it’s okay. I kinda liked it, too.”

It might’ve been my imagination, but I could swear I saw Uncle James’s dick twitch in his tight boxers. When he resumed his more relaxed positioning, I knew for sure. Uncle James had a small tent starting. Fuck. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be ogling my uncle like this. We weren’t blood-related, but still, I shouldn’t do this. He must’ve noticed my trying not to stare, as he seemed to spread his legs a bit more.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked in that slow drawl that had me melting.

I kept my eyes on the laptop screen but nodded reluctantly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James reach into his boxers and start to pull out his dick.

“Do you like what you see now?” he asked.

I chanced a look over at him. He had his rock-hard 8″ in his hand. His foreskin was pulled back slightly, half covering his spongey tip. A small dribble of precum glistened in the soft light. I didn’t answer or move other than licking my lips.

“I thought so,” he said softly. “Have you ever touched another man?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want to? Right now?”

The question lingered in the air like some strong, forbidden aroma. I couldn’t believe what he was suggesting, but how could I pass up an opportunity like this? I nodded again. James smirked, and pat the ottoman signaling me over. I set my computer down and started to get up, but stopped.

“What about Uncle Ryan?” I asked.

“We have an agreement. We’re allowed to play with others if we want.”

I’d never experienced anything like that, but I knew what open relationships were.

I started up again and slowly crossed the distance between us to sit on the footrest Escort Ankara in front of him.

“You can take your shorts off if you want,” he suggested.

As if in a trance, I yanked down my shorts, letting my teen cock spring free. I stared at Uncle Jame’s dick, wanting so much to feel it in my hands.

“Go on, touch it.”

I gingerly reached out and grasped my uncle’s dick in my hand. His skin was hot to the touch, and his piece felt firm as steel. I held it firmly and gently stroked him evoking a deep sigh and soft moan from James.

“Do you wanna kiss it?” he asked quietly.

Without answering, I leaned forward and softly touched my lips to his cock-head. I could taste his salty-sweet precum and knew I was immediately hooked. My dick quivered between my thighs.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded in a soft, yet firm tone.

My uncle rested one of his large hands on the back of my head as my lips parted to accept his cock into my mouth. For the very first time, I had another man’s dick in my virgin mouth and it was my uncle’s. The taboo action sent a stream of precum from my cock, pooling on the soft leather beneath me. With gentle, consistent pressure, Uncle James pushed down on my head. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, about three of four inches, before gagging.

Uncle James stood up, keeping his dick in my mouth. He put one foot up on the ottoman and started to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.

“You know, I never showered after breeding your uncle last night,” Uncle James whispered. “Do you like tasting his ass on my cock?”

I was so stunned I pulled my mouth off his dick. I’d been blowing him without knowing Uncle James had remnants on Uncle Ryan’s ass, and probably his cum, still on his dick. I should’ve been repulsed, but I wasn’t. If anything, I was even more turned on. His hands returned to the back of my head and he pressed his cock against my closed lips.

“I really, really enjoy how you’re showing your appreciation,” he said.

I looked up and we made eye contact. My lips parted once again and he slid his dick over my tongue. Faster and faster he fucked my face. Being so new, I could only take half his length, but Uncle James didn’t try to push my limits.

“I’m gonna fill your mouth just like I filled your uncle’s hole,” he whispered.

Uncle James stopped pumping and held firmly onto the back of my head, pushing his dick even further. Uncle James groaned in ecstasy. Hot streams of jizz erupted from my uncle’s cock hitting the back of my throat and making me choke. I immediately came as well, shooting onto the floor and armchair. The sound of clapping made us both jump and we turned to see Uncle Ryan standing in the hallway watching us.

“Well well well, that was quite a show, boys.”

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Bi, Bi Friday and Saturday

I just could not get anything done thinking about tonight. John and I are going out with another couple that we know. We are going out dancing to Stevie Ray’s, which is a blues club, but we also talked about going to Connection’s, which is a gay bar in town that has a really nice sound system and cool dance music.

Jenny is a nice woman, a little bigger then I am. Thicker that is, but wears a 42DDD bra. I just love attaching my mouth to her breasts. Her husband is a little big around the middle, but not around his cock. He has a thin or average cock, but it sort of curves to the left, which is sort of fun. He is about 245lbs and about 5ft 10, The last time we were together, Jenny was on her back getting fucked by her husband, and I was sitting on her face, Jim’s mouth on my tits as John fucked him in the ass.

Jenny said she could feel John’s cock all the way in her pussy from the pounding John was giving Jim.

So those were my thoughts all during the day, but this is what happened on Friday and Saturday of last weekend.

Jenny and Jim were meeting us for drinks and dancing out on Friday, it is always fun with them because of the very personal nature we know each other. I was horny before we ever left the house; John and I were fucking before we got ready even.Stevie Ray’s is a nice little club and we got there about 9ish. Jenny and Jim were already there. We sat down as the band just came back from a break, so we really could not talk that much. You know how it is when the music is loud when you first get in a bar. Anyway, we did the hugging and the kissing, and sat down around a small round table. Jenny was funny, she was putting her tits on the table asking if John saw anything he liked, she was already a little tipsy, (yes they were still in her top, but she was showing a lot of cleavage, she just can’t help it with those things!) We kept it very cool, just fun at a place, with good friends, Jenny was drinking a drink called the Voodoo Martini. I was having beers with John, and Jim was drinking Bourbon.

Poor John, he was dancing a lot with me or Jenny, Jim does not like to dance that much, so John was the gentleman and danced with us. A couple times it was a three-way right there on the dance floor. I could tell John was getting excited with the night too, because that bulge in those black jeans was growing for me.

The night was going on, and Jenny was really getting loose, she kept on rubbing on John’s cock saying how much of a turn on it was to watch him fuck her husband, but that he had to save some of his spunk for her, because she wanted to coat her tits with his cum (and she has some really big tits) I was checking out Jim while Jenny was saying these things, and yes, he was getting hard too, I was stroking his cock a little as well under the table and asked if I was going to get some of that too, and he said “You betcha.”

We left about 11 there, and we were going to walk to the gay club called Connections, but Jenny said that she really needed to suck on some cock, and said we should go to the car first. The car was not too far away and Jenny and John were in the back seat, and she was gobbling down his cock, I was kissing Jim in the front seat, and then I pulled down my pants and panties and got out a dildo. Yeah, I had one in my purse, I knew it was going to be a wild night. I gave it to Jim so that he could push it in and out of me as I played with my clit.

I was just about to cum when the door of the back seat opened, it was Jenny, hanging out her head because she had to throw up. Well that sort of ruined the moment, John was thanking the god that she did not throw up all on him, but we were all really worried about Jenny, but she was fine, just drunk.

Jenny was saying that she was fine over and over again, she just needed some air. She suggested that we should follow them to their house. We got out of their car and we drove about 40 minutes to their house. John and I were talking wondering how this night would go since Jenny was so gone, but we were determined to keep it fun.

When we got to Jenny’s and Jim’s house, we all went to the bedroom right away. Jenny was undressing as she walked, and she was saying how she wanted to see her husband get screwed really good (I wanted to see it too, so I got undressed and sat next to Jenny on the bed and started sucking on Jenny’s nipple and pulling on those nipple rings of hers as I was pushing my dildo in and out of her pussy but keeping one eye on the boys).

Jim got on his hands and knees on the bed, his cock hard beneath him and John was putting some lube on his cock. Jenny was saying, “oh, he is going to fuck you so goooood!” and John put his hands on Jim’s shoulders and buried himself to the hilt in one big push. Jim gave out a loud Grunt, and an “Oh God,” and dropped his chest down on the bed. John was spanking his ass and fucking him good, as I was bringing Jenny to multiple orgasms with Ankara bayan escort my dildo. She was cumming one time after another really well when John pulled out of her husband’s ass and came around to Jenny and put his cock in her face and came in her mouth. He timed it just perfectly, so that he came just as she was opening her mouth to accept him.

Poor Jim, he was slumping down on the bed, I asked him if he came, and he said he did right after John had entered him, and he continued to mumble “oh fuck, oh fuck” over and over again. Jenny sort of slumped back in to the bed and sort of spit up John’s cum onto her hands and as she lay on her back closed her eyes and rubbed it all into those big fat tits of hers.

John was still hard and I had run into the bathroom and got a warm wash rag and was cleaning his cock and sucking it when it was clean. (I don’t like to suck it right after it has been in some ones ass without cleaning it first) I was telling him how much like a bull he was fucking Jim, and Jim chimed in, “No Shit! My ass will never be the same, but I love it.” I went and heated up the rag with some hot water again and cleaned up Jim’s ass too, stroking his cock a little while I was at it. There was a big cum spot on the bed where Jim’s cum had shot on the bed. I told Jim to lick up. Jim, being the big puppy dog that he is, did just that.

I needed some fucking right now I said, and I got John to lie on his back, and I started riding his cock. I looked over at Jenny, and she was still slowly rubbing her tits smearing John’s cum in. She was sort of was in a daze, and I think she was falling asleep.

Jim got next to us and I sucked him a little while I was enjoying my husband’s cock. I looked at John, and said I wanted both of them, which John said “great” and “I will show you how Jim just felt.” With that, I sort of just reached over and climbed onto Jim and pushed that thin curving cock into my pussy. I had my hands on his shoulders and watched as John got behind me and put a little of that wet lube on his cock. Yes, with one big push he was in me too, GOD what a rush that is. I collapsed onto Jim and just let my body be used between the two men.

It was like they were dueling with their cocks and I was just being pushed and pulled between them. Jim is a big guy and riding his body is like being on a big waterbed, but John was royally fucking me and I loved it. I felt Jim cum in me, but I wanted John’s cum too, and I know it takes him a while so I just pushed back my butt more to get him to fuck me good, to use me. I was riding Jim’s body, his breathing was still heavy, and I had my head buried and biting on his neck a little as I was taking a lot of pounding. I had cum so much at this point, Jim slipped out of me and I felt not only my own cum on him but his leaking out of me coating him.

John finally came in me grunting like a horse. All I could do was lay there. I could feel my ass hole was stretched open, I knew that his cum was leaking out of me some. John got off of the bed and in their shower and just sort of rinsed off as I caught my breath. When he got out, we sort of both just left. Jim was not asleep, but we told him not to get up, Jenny was sound asleep now.

I sort of had my head in John’s lap on the ride home, not his cock in my mouth, but sort of rubbing him, telling him what a awesome God of a man he is to me. When we got home, we snuggled in bed and I was just enjoying being with just him. We did make love one more time and he was able to cum one more time inside me, but it was a very tender and loving sex. We both just crashed after that.

John had to leave in the morning for some work he had to do, so I was just at home doing the things that I do. I was talking to some friends on the computer when Jenny IM’ed me on Yahoo. She was chatting to me as I was chatting to some other people and she was apologizing for last night, saying that she hated getting sick but the drinks were going down so well. I told her we had a good time, and that she did not have to say that, we all get that way from time to time. But she kept going on saying that she really wanted to spend some time with us too that she felt that she missed that, and how sexy that I looked.

She was really wanting us to be together and complaining that she did not get fucked last night or this morning. She said that Jim had a very sore ass and that his balls were sore form cumming so much last night. She also told me how he was rubbing his ass on the way out the door; that morning on his way to work. I had to laugh at the visual, that big ole bear of a man.

She was getting me a little hot along with some of the other people I was chatting with, so when Jenny said that she was coming over, I said OK. I called John really quickly and asked him if it was ok, which he said it was OK with him as long as she was there when he came home, and then he said, “Hell, I am leaving now.”

Jenny Escort bayan Ankara got to our house and not a minute later John was there too. Jenny was wearing some jeans and a big T-shirt, no bra; she was wobbling all over the place. She said that she really was sorry, but that she really loved us, and wanted to make sure that we were ok, and she said that she owed John his blow job and more too.

John asked her if she was ready for some spankings? We all grinned at that, but I know that he was serious. We have never done any bondage with Jim or Jenny, but John and I like some light bondage. Jenny said that she was more then game.

John got her naked as she was standing at the foot of the bed. He tied her hands together and then tied them to the bareboard. Tied that way, he then made her take a step backward a little so she was supporting her weight with her hands on that baseboard she was tied to. John then put on some leather cuffs around each ankle that have D rings on them, and attached a spreader bar between her legs.

Jenny was wiggling her ass; I could tell that she was getting wet knowing that she was so exposed to us. Her big massive tits just hanging there, looking so good, I wanted them right then. I have been in this same position many a time, for my own punishment, and it is unreal how you sort of space-out when you are getting spanked like this. It is like nothing else matters, you almost crave the spanking, but it makes you flinch all the same.

John then tied some string to each nipple ring and made me sit at the head of the bed naked. He gave me my favorite vibrator and then the other ends of the strings pulling them tight so that her tits were being pulled apart and on either side of her arms. He was telling us that as I played with my pussy, and pushed the dildo inside, I would be pulling on her tits as well.

He got behind her and asked her how many spankings she deserved. She said she did not know, SMACK! There was the first one, it really made a crack, John told her when he asked a question, he wanted an answer, and that “I don’t know” was not an answer. He asked her again, and this time she started out with “ahhh” again SMACK, there was another spanking. Her body really flinching with that one, quickly she said “20, 20, 20.”

I loved watching my husband in this way. I have only seen him really get into his Dom mode with me or Sara and some times with Amanda or Billy, but this was very erotic, especially with my control of Jenny’s big tits. (I was tugging and playing with them making sure she knew I had them too.)

Here came the spankings now, 1, 2, 3, 4, and he waited. He fingered her now really wet cunt, and she closed her eyes, at the pleasure. I could tell that she was all his. 5, 6, 7,8 and he stopped again. This time leaving and going to the kitchen, Jenny was looking at me play with myself and said, “Do you get this all the time?” I said I did some times. John came back; I was already smiling because I knew what he was going to say. Whack, whack, it was Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, and he said, “Did I tell you that you could talk?” Jenny knew her place now, she said “no sir,” he said “good.”

He then got the ice cubes he had gotten from the kitchen and started rubbing her ass with them and once they melted a little, putting them in her pussy.

9, 10, 11, 12 no one had to tell Jenny that the last three were for talking. I could tell by her face she knew, and she was not going to say anything. I could tell that she was focused on her cunt, and her ass. I know I could have really yanked on the strings now and I doubt she would have really felt it much. I kept her tits swaying with little tugs as I played with myself and watched my man totally dominate this woman. He really does do that, I thought to myself, how he dominated Jim too, he is so natural at it, it makes me love him all the more.

13, 14, 15, 16 “Come here Cindy” and in a flash I am off the bed and on my knees in front of him with my head down. YES, I know that Jenny is looking at me, but I am at my husband’s feet and at his command, I know I am his always, and I know my place. “Get up and get your strap on, the big one,” he says and I get up and go put on my 8-inch strap on. I love this; I am in my “sub space” so fast at his command.

While I am putting this on, Jenny is watching me, but John gets the blindfold and puts it over her eyes. There is a big puddle on our hard wood floor where the ice has melted from her hot pussy; I know it is not all water either, but a lot of pussy juice too. It is not as easy you may think to put on one of these harness’s for a strap-on. You really have to make sure that it is on there well and tight.

While I am doing this, John takes out two of my vibrators that we have in our toy drawer and the ties them onto the strings under Jenny’s tits. The vibrators were just dangling there, I know she can feel the weight, Bayan escort Ankara but she does not know what is there. John is motioning me to get in front of her sort of on my knees on the bed and I guide her head to my strap on, so that she takes my strap on in her mouth. Jenny does it, trying to give my big plastic cock some of her best head. Jenny and I have played with my strap on before, she never sucked it for me, but she knows what else I can do with it!

John then turns on each of the two vibrators and they jiggle and pull the strings as they dance under her, there is an appreciative moan from Jenny as she is still sucking “my cock”.

17, 18, 19, 20 a pause and then one more. “That, my love, is for not finishing the blow job. You better do it well this time” he whispers as he bends down to her ear. She is sucking better and harder now, trying to move her head up down. I know it is awkward with her hands tied that way, but she is really sucking for all she is worth. “Do you want to fuck her Cindy?” “Yes! Please master,” I say. He walks out the room and I keep my hands in Jenny’s hair, now fucking her face myself, getting more into my role as the one with the power.

John came back with the little step stool and put it behind her and I got down off the bed and got up on the step stool and pushed myself into her from behind. She was moaning so much, you could tell that she needed this, the vibrators were still dancing under her and my hands were on her hips as I slowly fucked her. I am not as crazy about fucking with this strap on, the other one has a sort of plug, like a butt plug that is about two inches long that goes into my pussy as I fuck with it. It also vibrates and really gets me to cum hard and I am fucking, but with this one, it is more in my mind, it is the power I feel, it is the rhythm, it is the control, I really don’t feel like a girl anymore, but like a man and I was pushing myself deep into her.

I had fucked her husband with this strap on before too. Thought about how John fucked her husband last night and I reached my hands to her shoulder and really tried to fuck her raw, and with power, pushing all of that eight inches deep inside of her. “That’s it” John was saying “fuck her best, fuck her like I fucked you last night, fuck her like I fucked her husband.” John had a hand on me to make sure I was steady as I was fucking her and luckily caught me as Jenny just collapsed to her knees.

She was there breathing heavy with her head on the headboard catching her breath. John turned off the vibrators because they were bouncing on the floor now, then untied her and unhooked her legs. We got her up on her feet and got her on the bed. We just cuddled, there was nothing to say really, John was sucking on her nipple in a loving way, and I was kissing her face and French kissing as well.

It was really tender; Jenny’s hands were sort of stroking my plastic cock absently as we kissed. I got on my back, and pulled her onto me. We sort of got her lined up and she pushed her self down onto my cock while leaning forward and smothering me with those big tits of hers. I loved it.

Sucking and chewing on her nipples, playing with those nipple rings of hers with my tongue, I was in heaven. I could feel the bed shift as John got behind her and I could tell he was going to enter her ass. “OH GOD” she screamed as she had another orgasm.

Shaking almost violently Jenny’s body could not resist Johns slow assault, his hard member stead fast as she rocked onto it, washing it with her own wave of ecstasy. As those orgasms let up, he increased his tempo a little more again, fucking her good. You could tell that she was still cumming, not as hard, but it was coming all the time. I could tell she was lost to the world, sort of like I was when I was getting fucked the night before.

I was looking at her and wondering if I looked like that. I have often watched women that are getting fucked by John, and wonder if that same look was on my face. It was a look of contentment, and maybe a little pain, but of love and pleasure too. I kept sucking on his nipples and massaging her great big tits as she had all her weight on me and just let John fuck her ass.

He came and she rolled over and just was catching her breath her finger sort of massaging her sore pussy, because I know that my big strap-on was stretching her. I got out of my harness and got the warm washcloth and cleaned John’s cock and then I cleaned Jenny’s ass. John then got on top of me and slowly gave me one of those great tender fucks as Jenny held my hand and stroked our bodies. She would kiss both of us and just was there as John and I became one.

Jenny and the two of us all took a shower together. John got to play with her tits a lot there and we asked her how she liked her first D/s experience. She said she loved it. She said that John could be her master any time, and wondered if we could do it with Jim too. John said sure, but not everyone makes a good Dom, she laughed saying she knew, it would be John who is the Dom, that Jim was a natural sub, that if there was anyone that was a Dom in her house it was she. We had a bite to eat after that and still talked, and I think that the next time we get together we will be very much into a BDSM thing.

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Call me a BDSM innovator because I’m always pushing the envelope and breaking new ground. The name is Zainab Osman and I’m a young woman of Somali and Yemeni descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. A lot of people are surprised when they see a woman from a Muslim background such as myself exploring all the twists and turns of the world of BDSM. That’s a shame because, last time I checked, Muslim men and Muslim women are human and got their kinks like everyone else.

Born of a Somali mother and Yemeni father, I inherited the best of both worlds I think. I’m five-foot-nine, slim and fit but with curves where it counts, meaning that I’ve got a nice derriere. I have caramel skin, long curly Black hair and pale brown eyes. People say that I look like Alicia Keys, that singer from the old days. Lovely gal but I think I’m hotter than she was. I recently graduated from the University of Calgary with a bachelor’s degree in business administration. I’m taking a break from school for now, and I got a job working at CIBC as an account manager. I want to get my MBA someday but I lack the funds at the moment. Working at a bank is supremely boring, but luckily I make my own fun.

When I’m not at the office, I shed the guise of a professional woman and become something else entirely. I am transformed into Mistress Zen, the dominatrix of your dreams. I’ve met a lot of interesting men and women in BDSM circles. One of the most interesting is Khalid Hussein, a tall and burly Black man I met at a munch. Khalid works for the Canadian Revenue Agency and he’s married to a White lady named Deirdre Atkinson, one of the many White women in Canada who’ve converted to Islam in recent times. They have a daughter together, Little Fatima. Khalid is a seemingly normal, happily married, university-educated Black male professional living in metropolitan Calgary. He goes to the local mosque three times a week with his darling wife and also attends Muslim community events. Just another upstanding member of Canadian society. Underneath it all, he’s a sex freak just like me.

Khalid came to me as a man with a dilemma and like the problem solver that I am, I tried my best to help him. You see, Khalid is bisexual and hasn’t been able to explore his bisexuality since he’s Muslim and married to a woman. The Ummah isn’t known for Maltepe Escort its tolerance towards gays, lesbians and bisexuals. I totally empathized with Khalid’s plight, and decided to help him fulfill his most forbidden fantasies. Like many secretly bisexual men leading straight lives, Khalid fantasized about some ‘forced bi’ action where, under the direction of a dominant female, he experiments with another guy.

Not to sound cliché but lots of bisexual men I’ve met have similar fantasies. They consider themselves mainly straight because they’re predominantly into women but as much as they love pussy, once in a while they get a craving for dick and don’t know what to do with themselves. In Khalid’s case, his life was complicated by the fact that he’s a Muslim and Islam teaches all Muslims to reject sexual immorality. Being gay, lesbian or bisexual in Islam is a no-no folks. As a bisexual Muslim woman who dabbles in BDSM, I was in the unique position of helping Khalid out. I’ve got a stable of male submissive types, and at least one of them was in a position to help me out with Khalid.

It didn’t take me long to figure out which one among my subs was the right man for the job. I’ve got a talent for things of that nature. The sub in question is Darren Stanfield, a tall and slim White guy with reddish brown hair and pale green eyes. Darren recently moved to metropolitan Calgary, Alberta, from the town of Marlboro, Massachusetts. He studies at the University of Alberta, and he’s a bona-fide switch-hitter. His Jamaican-Canadian girlfriend Jacqueline Vincent has no idea that he swings both ways. Just like my new supplicant Khalid, Darren is a closet bisexual. They should be perfect for each other, I think! I summoned the two of them to my apartment one Thursday afternoon, and let the magic happen. Let’s just say that the results ended up surprising me in more ways than one.

The three of us sat in my living room, and after making introductions and offering both guys some wine to loosen up, I told them in exact detail what I expected of them. Darren and Khalid both got naked, and I undressed as well, before donning my strap-on dildo. I ordered Darren to get on his knees and suck my dildo and the White dude did as he was told. At the same time I told Khalid to suck Darren’s dick. Maltepe Escort Bayan Yes, I’m a Black dominatrix who just ordered a Black guy to suck a White man’s dick. Now you’ve just about seen everything. Darren was hesitant as he sucked on my strap-on dildo but Khalid sucked his dick with gusto. Something tells me it isn’t the Somali dude’s first time going down on another guy. I mean, he was massaging Darren’s balls and sucking his dick like there was no tomorrow. His moves weren’t those of a hesitant novice but the trademark motions of a seasoned cock sucker. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them. Nothing gets my pussy wet like having two bisexual guys to play with.

Next, I made Khalid suck my dildo while Darren put on a condom, grabbed some lubricant and got behind him. Before Khalid began sucking my dildo, I asked him if he was ready to have his most forbidden dream come true. Was he ready as a bisexual Black man to entrust his hard-won manhood to me, his ruthless Black dominatrix? Khalid nodded. I told him that, with my permission and his consent, I would allow Darren, my White male slave to fuck him, my Black male slave, in his ass. Once more Khalid nodded. Darren spread Khalid’s ass cheeks wide open, sprayed some lube and then inserted his dick into Khalid’s asshole. At the same time I thrust my dildo into Khalid’s mouth, silencing the screams I knew were coming. The big Black dude moaned deeply as he got serviced at both ends, with a Black woman’s strap-on dildo in his mouth and a White dick up his ass.

Watching Darren sliding his thick White cock in and out of Khalid’s asshole turned me on like you would not believe. My pussy got unbelievably wet and I rubbed myself while thrusting the dildo down Khalid’s throat. Darren pounded Khalid’s ass really hard, and as a kinky Black woman I absolutely delighted in watching White dick in a Black man’s asshole. Next, I told Darren I wanted to ride his dick and he was all for it. Pulling out of Khalid’s ass, he rolled another condom on his hard cock and I climbed on top of him. I ordered Khalid to watch us as we fucked, but not before putting a chastity device on his Black cock so he couldn’t enjoy it. I’m all about the tease and denial when it comes to cuckolding. Without further ado I impaled my juicy Black Escort Maltepe pussy on Darren’s hard White dick and began riding the White dude while my Black male slave watched us. The look on Khalid’s face is something I’ll never forget. Dude was mesmerized!

I rode Darren hard, loving the feel of his dick in my pussy. He fucked me real hard, slamming his cock into my pussy like there was no tomorrow. When he came, I shrieked in pleasure mixed with delicious, hot pain. After a while, I got off him and told Khalid to suck his dick. Darren came all over my cunt, and in true cuckold fashion I ordered Khalid to clean it up. Since Khalid was a good slave, I took the chastity device off his dick and he got hard instantly. I sucked Khalid’s dick, and fondled his nuts. Darren watched us, spent. I don’t blame him.

Since I was still horny as hell, I climbed on top of Khalid and told him to fuck me. The Somali dude didn’t need to be told twice. Wrapping his arms around me, he thrust his big ole Somali cock deep into my cunt. Soon we were both screaming in pleasure. I’ve fucked very few Somali guys because they’re so close-minded when it comes to female sexuality but Khalid had a solid dick on him and he knew how to use it. He fucked me real good, hammering my cunt with powerful thrusts of his hard dick. I noticed Darren was hard once more and told him to join us. Without hesitation Darren did just that, spreading my ass cheeks and sliding his cock into my asshole. Filled with two dicks, one Black and one White, I screamed in pleasure. I’m one happy Black woman! I ordered my two bisexual studs to fuck me till I passed out, and they obeyed me to the letter.

Much later, I lay on the bed, my body soaked with sweat, my hand resting on Khalid’s dick while my head rested on Darren’s chest. I smiled at them, feeling wonderful after getting what I honestly consider to be the fuck of the century. A lot of Black women these days get caught up in the color line. They’re torn between Black men and White guys. Me? My pussy is Black but it’s like the United Nations. It doesn’t fucking discriminate! I fuck guys and gals of all races. If they’re good, I fuck them some more. I let the fellas use the shower before sending them on their merry way. Khalid thanked me profusely for making his dream come true. I hugged him and wished him the best with work and family. I watched him drive off in his red BMW. Darren and I shook hands, and I wished him the best of luck with his Jamaican girlfriend, whom he’s decided to come out to. Things don’t bode well for him but as his friend/sex buddy, I try to think positive, you know?

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