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Since the 1930s my extended family has had a remote ranch in a hidden Colorado Rockies valley abutting Medicine Bow National Park south from Laramie, Wyoming. The mountain fasts there—almost alpine in environment—are majestic, but they can be raw and cruel as well.

Our family raised cattle there and took timber off the mountainsides in a planned “thinning” harvest pattern that supported a construction business down in Denver without denuding the forested hillsides. We weren’t year-round ranchers, though, eschewing the forbidding winters by centering our lives elsewhere and only using the oft-expanded rambling stone and log ranch house for periodic vacations. Anyone in the family corporation could show up at the ranch after merely checking to see how many others would be in temporary residence; the rest of the year the ranch was taken care of by a long-term foreman and a succession of young—and not so young—wranglers holding fast to the dream of the wild and independent American West cowboy.

These cowboys were a sturdy, if somewhat rough and self-absorbed lot, many of whom had accommodated to the life of isolation in a wild and remote wilderness by taking whatever opportunities came their way.

Thus it was that, having called ahead to report that I was on home leave from a European tour and planned to take a Colorado rest and recuperation by riding the range and fishing the cold mountain trout streams, I found Big Bill, a handsome if wind-chiseled-featured rangy cowboy of almost indeterminate age hunched over the railing of the stable fence, waiting for me to arrive. He was leaning his lithe and sinewy hard-worked body over the fence with one booted foot on the lower rail and spinning a stalk of oats in his mouth when I caught sight of him. A big grin spread across his creased weather-beaten face when I drove up in a Jeep Cherokee in a cloud of dust and came to a sliding stop beside the covered log veranda extending across the wide face of the ranch house. A hunky hulk of a young blond I’d never seen before was keeping him company at the rail.

“Heard yer were comin’ into the valley, Mr. H.,” Big Bill called out to me. I walked over toward him, and he stood up straighter as I did and set his creased and oily cowboy hat back on his head so that I could see the glint of welcome in his eyes.

“Yep,” I replied. “Got a little tired of being targeted by all those bombs on my forays into the Middle East,” I said, with a grin. “Thought I’d come back here for a spell and check out whether there are any missiles here as threatening as those I encountered in Lebanon.”

“I reckon we can find a few here if that’s what you want,” Big Bill responded, with a hearty laugh. “Come for another ride, did you? Wantin’ to go up into the hills again like we did last summer?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want,” I answered. I need some tension release. I figure a good ride and then several hours in the trout stream will help a lot.”

“Doesn’t look like you brought the family,” Big Bill said.

“Nope. The wife couldn’t get away. She’s still back in the Mediterranean.”

“So, it’s just you, is it?” Bill asked.

“Yep. Any of the rest of the family in residence?”

“Not for another week or so. Most of the Colorado family will come in when the leaves have hit their peak of fall color. That shouldn’t be for another week or two.”

“So, it’s just us, is it?”

“Yep, most of the workers have the week off to set up for the long fall suadiye escort run of family in the house. I’m yer cook and general handyman, I’m afraid.”

“Suits me just fine,” I said.

“So, do you still want to take that ride up in the hills rather than just staying down here?”

“Yes, and the sooner the better. Can you get the horses and all that we’ll need together in the next hour or two? And supplies for sleeping out under the stars? I’ve been looking forward to this for months.”

“I sure can,” Big Bill responded. “But, uh, where are my manners. Jawing away like this, and not even introducing you to the new hand. Mr. H., this is Long Jack; Long Jack, Mr. H.”

As we shook hands, my mind worked over what the “Long Jack” could mean. None of the cowboys went by their real names—in truth, most cowboys out here were escaping something or someone and had no intention of bandying their real names about. I’d found out where the “Big Bill” had come from last summer. I wondered what “Long Jack’s” story was. Whatever it was, he was one muscled, blond hunk of a man. Probably Scandinavian in background; maybe over from Minnesota. And handsome. The sun and wind hadn’t had time to etch his features yet. He beamed at me, obviously a very friendly fellow.

“And, do you mind of Long Jack comes along, Mr. H.? I think he’d like a ride too, if that’s OK with you.”

“Yeah, of course,” I replied, all smiles. “I’d like that.”

“I kinda thought you would,” Big Bill said with a big grin.

Less than two hours later, we were in the saddle on three stallions and riding up the ridgeline of a spur rising up from the ranch house into the foothills of the Rockies to the west of the Medicine Bow parkland. This was gorgeous scenery, visited rarely by man. The trees were beginning to change color, but we were in a very warm spell—so warm that we all stripped off our shirts. Although both hard bodied, Big Bill and Long Jack were a contrast in fine manhood. The older wrangler, black haired and on the edge of hirsute, was sinewy and on the thin side, with swarthy, leathery skin beaten by the cruel elements. His arms and chest were ropy with veins standing out on top of hard muscle. In contrast, the younger wrangler obviously hadn’t been in the elements out here all that long. He was blond, fair, smooth skinned, and bulky without an apparent ounce of fat on him. He had a deep chest tapering down to a thin waist and biceps as thick as some men’s waists. He probably could have broken me in two.

Traveling west toward the Rockies as our horses climbed into the hills, we reached a high meadow where the air was so clear and clean and the distant snow-capped Mount Zirkel appeared so close that it gave the illusion we could reach out and touch it. Big Bill called a halt at a grassy spot beside a burbling creek, and I was still drinking in the majestic scenery when both Big Bill and Long Jack came down off their horses and approached mine from either side. Big Bill encircled my waist with his sinewy arms from one side of the horse and Long Jack placed his big hands on my belly and the small of my back; both men were smiling at me.

“You’ve kept yourself in mighty fine shape, Mr. H.,” Big Bill said. “Is what you’ve got there in your pants as nice a piece as it was last summer?”

“Check it out for yourself,” I answered.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

As Big Bill was unzipping my jeans and fishing out my half-hard cock, Long Jack moved his yakacık escort hands up to my sternum and between my shoulder blades and pulled me flat across the back and croup of the horse. He kissed me deeply on the lips and played with my nipples, as Big Bill sucked my cock. The stallion held still, but it was trembling underneath me. Long Jack’s mouth left mine and his lips traveled down to my nipples and then down across my navel, and he was joining Big Bill in mouthing my cock and balls. I laid there full length on the back of the horse, sighing and moaning and watching the snow-patterned ragged rocks of Mount Zirkel as the two wranglers shared my cock.

But then Big Bill got serious at sucking my tool and I looked around and saw that Long Jack had busied himself stripping the saddles off of the other two horses and laying them out in the middle of the grass clearing. Then he slowly stripped off his clothes, revealing a beautiful body-builder’s physique. I could now see at least how he had gotten the “Long” part of his nickname. He came back and played my mouth and upper torso with his lips and hands again while Big Bill brought me to a groaning and moaning ejaculation with his insistent mouth.

When he was done, Big Bill’s lips replaced those of Long Jack’s on my lips. Then he whispered in my ear, “Are you ready for that ride now, Mr. H.?”

“Oh God yes,” I replied. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Big Bill pulled me off the horse and carried me over to one of the saddles resting in the center of the clearing. He stripped all of my clothes off except for my boots and the red bandana around my neck—and then he put my chaps on again, which left me bare at the pelvis fore and aft. Then he laid me across the dip in the saddle on my belly and tied my wrists to the stirrups of the saddle at each side with leather strips. After that, he stood where I could see him as he stripped down. His dong wasn’t as long as Long Jack’s, but it was much thicker, in keeping with his nickname. I moaned at the sight of it in remembrance of how he had plowed me the previous summer when I had visited these mountains.

He went over to the saddle bags on the other saddle and came back with a thick length of leather, a small riding crop, and several packets of condoms. Big Bill hunched down over me on the small of my back, his thick cock laying up between my shoulder blades. He brought the thick leather strap over my head and forced it into my mouth like a bit. Then he held the two ends of it like reins and pulled my head and back up to him in an arch and reached back with his other hand and started slapping me lightly on the buttocks as he rode my back, his cock rubbing up and down between my shoulder blades and mine rubbing up and down on the supple leather of the saddle seat. I could feel my back slicking up from the precum his cock was oozing as he stroked me. He rode me like a bucking horse like that for a while, eventually exchanging his hand slapping with flickings of the ride crop on my tender butt cheeks. He was making all of those rodeo shouts and gestures as he rode me. At length he reduced his gyrations to those of a trot, rubbing his cock up and down between my shoulder blades more deliberately; he stopped spanking and flicking my buttocks as I felt my butt cheeks being pulled apart and Long Jack tonguing and then fingering, with lubricant, my asshole.

Leaving Long Jack to prepare my ass for him, Big Bill stood beside me, and I watched şerifali escort him tear open a condom packet and sheath his monster cock with some difficulty. Then he was on my back again, rubbing the sheathed cock between my shoulder blades.

Long Jack’s tongue and fingers disappeared and Big Bill slowly pulled his thick, now fully engorged cock back down along my spine until it dropped down into the crack between my butt cheeks and then was at my asshole. I arched my back against the reins and howled to the sky as he entered me with that huge cock and slowly plowed up my ass canal. When he was in to the root, he dropped the reins and I collapsed my head and chest onto the grass on the other side of the saddle and panted heavily at the filling and stretching of my canal.

“Oh God, oh God, you’re splitting me,” I cried.

“Do you want me to get off you?” Big Bill asked in a bit of confusion and concern. I was from the family; I could end his billet at the ranch with a snap of my fingers.

“Oh no, fuck me,” I cried back at him. “I’ve been thinking of this for months. Fuck me hard.”

And then I felt hands on my ankles; Long Jack was pulling my legs up and wishboning them, handling me like a wheelbarrow and opening me wider to Big Bill’s tool and the older wrangler was riding my ass hard, just as I wanted him too. After a long, wild ride, he gave a little cry, quickly pulled out of me and pulled the sheath off and fired off across the small of my back. He rubbed the cum into my skin in strokings across my back with his still half-hard tool.

Long Jack was quickly untying my hands then, but not to free me. He pulled me up and turned me so that the small of my back was rising up the side of the saddle, my shoulder blades were flat on the grass, and my butt was suspended resting on the seat of the saddle and pointed toward the sky. Big Bill retied my wrists to the saddle stirrups while I watched Long Jack sheath his cock with a condom and then Big Bill and hunched over my chest, presenting his cock—moist from his man juice—for me to suck. I felt my legs being spread and Long Jack was snaking that long cock up into me and took his turn riding me long and vigorously while I bucked my pelvis up against his, meeting him stroke for stroke.

When Long Jack pulled out of me, ripped off his condom, and started to spout his semen all over my belly and the insides of my thighs, giving little cries of ecstasy all the while, I got the real point of his name—his ejaculation was unbelievably long and full. Big Bill freed me and we all ran down and splashed ourselves clean in cold mountain creek. As I was coming up out the water, though, Big Bill pushed me down onto my hands and knees in the grass and meadow flowers at the edge of the water and fucked me hard again doggie style. After he was done, I splashed back into the water and turned and watched Long Jack fuck Big Bill. They coupled like they did this regularly, which, no doubt, they did.

Big Bill cooked a meal over an open fire and we ate, stretched out against the saddles in the nude, as the warm late afternoon moved into a cooler twilight and the brilliant stars out in this mountain wilderness began to spread across the sky. The wranglers opened the sleeping bags then and spread them out, it being too warm to wrap ourselves in them considering the warmth we generated as Big Bill and Long Jack took turns riding me the whole night long out under a full moon glistening off the snowy Mount Zirkel peak.

The two wranglers managed to catch catnaps between fuckings, but they kept me awake all night. I didn’t mind. I had been waiting for this for nearly a year—and that’s when I thought I’d just have Big Bill to couple with. The blond stud was a real bonus.

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Rollo’s Surety Ch. 02

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Three years earlier

“Presenting…” proclaimed His Majesty’s announcer, I walked from his side head on high. “Sir Gozlin de Lorraine!”

“Presenting…” proclaimed Lothair’s announcer “Sir Jacques de Bouillon.”

On the other side stood the champion of Lothair, brother of my liege Charles the bald, and claimant to this this area. A sword on one hand and a round shield on the other. He looked fierce, his full-body chain mail made him look inexpungable, his hazel eyes stared with sizzling determination, but I wasn’t the least intimidated, and I hadn’t been for a long time “swords are for losers” I scoffed. It had been many years since I had known anything close to defeat, it had simply become too easy, I had concluded a while ago that there wasn’t probably a man in the world who could rival me. Any kind of nervousness I had ever felt from combats was by now almost extinguished, for no matter who I faced I was already two to three steps ahead; I could even see the conclusion of each duel almost two seconds before its end.

This proved no different, my opponent certainly was skilful, as all champions ought to be, but nothing out of the ordinary, which meant that for me he was merely a chore. I was used to seeing their surprise as they noticed that my skills where far beyond the ordinary, his feet shifted on the grass stepping back and his eyes turning wide, trying to find an opening, which I of course had already anticipated. With a distracting blow to the right with my lance I managed to close the distance between myself and him and, with blinding movement, grab his sword arm with my weak arm. Despite and all of his well-practiced attempts at pushing me away I stood in place, unshakeable. My strength was too much for him, I was too much for him, I let go of my lance and placed my now free hand under his shield. Pushing down, my weight fell on top of him. Now all he could do was thrash aimlessly, I didn´t bother to even pretend this was difficult, I looked all around at the staring impressed faces, a familiar sight. He tapped twice, thrice on the ground. I stood up and waited for His Majesty to raise my arm, feeling the wave of cheers explode on my side, a familiar feel.

——-

I was sure that he was just doing it to impress me. I just didn’t see the point really, was he trying to drive home the message that I wasn’t a one-hundredth of the man he was? Because if so, I that had already been well understood, no matter how much pride and resentment got in my way. If he didn’t, why was it that he seemed to remove his tunic whenever and only when he was oaring in front of me?

It was impossible not to admire this supreme specimen of a man though, the way those massive boulder-sized shoulders connected and worked in sync with his enormous pectorals and thick-veined arms was something that approached watching a god in action. A primordial tuzla escort being of rock. A golem of the old Jewish magicians. Every time he pushed his oars into the water the lurch forward caused by his individual contribution could be physically felt, which was why he rowed at the back where he could target both sides at the same time and not alter the course of the vessel.

I was awed by the sight of his biceps when they were at the peak of their movement, their size could easily have covered my whole face, which at times I felt myself wishing they did before pushing the thought away. When he bent forward, I could see the space between his chest contract and complete disappear, which got me wondering what kind of pressure was built-up inside that steel-hard cage and what would happen if anything or anyone was unlucky enough to be stuck between them at the moment that they closed.

For hours on end I was forced to stare at the mechanical perfection of his intercostal muscles working in conjunction with his abdominals, each muscle was accounted for and visible under his waist, which was thicker than mine, not because of fat, but due to the sheer girth of the sheets of sinew beneath it. This landscape of masculinity was accentuated by the water that was constantly washing over him, seeping into the nooks and deep crevices that formed in the spaces between these vast, wave-commanding structures.

——-

A sheltered fire had been lit one night, camping by the river. Hrólfr wasn’t around, I actually had no idea where he was though no one seemed the least bit worried.

Although I was quickly learning up on my Norse as I was absolutely forced to, but I wasn’t able to converse in it yet. Therefore, it dawned late on me that I had begun hearing the word “glima” all around me. It was a word I did not know, and I wondered what it’s cause was, all I could see was that the Vikings had started removing their tunics.

“What’s happening?” I asked in Frankish, “glima” answered Áki. “Well I had figured that out…” I rolled my eyes. “What is Gilma?” “Ermmm…push body to floor” “What?” “Body to floor” He stooped, made a gesture as if to hug someone and push to the floor. “Ah…wrestling” I said, and the instant the word slipped out of my mouth I both dreaded and knew what was going to happen.

“The frank will play too!”

I tried to dismiss it all with gesture, but I don’t think anything in history had ever been ignored as much before.

“We show how.”

So it was that Yngvar and Erik bent over, locked heads into each other’s shoulders, grabbed their backs and started trying to wrestle each other to the floor. Sand was lifted off the beach as they both pushed and thrusted, trying to outmuscle each other, but beyond that they tried to find a way to outwit. They both tried to find openings to getto each other’s legs göztepe escort so as to grab it just in time and tumble the other. In the end, after a push Erik managed to grab hold of one leg, making Yngvar fall, both coming down laughing on top of each other.

“Now your turn frank,” declared Áki, and walked before me.

I stood there, frozen for a moment, too conscious of all the eyes staring at me and I shyly began to remove my tunic.

There it was, in full sight the first humiliation of the night, as it was clear that all these men, even Harald, where more heavily built than me, a knight. Their backs were wider, their chests firmer, and even though I tried to nonchalantly flex my arms for them to appear bigger I couldn’t quite reach the size theirs had when relaxed. I started feeling cold on my skin, but still I walked forward. Feeling their eyes, “what could they be thinking?” on me.

“Okay,” said Áki his warm smile emoting from within his goldish goatee, “let’s put heads on arms like you saw them.” ‘Please just let it be size’ I thought frantically, “now hand on backs,” ‘Damn…fuck, please let the hardness just be superficial.’ But I knew what was going to happen “Now let us go!”

I could barely have called it resistance; despite I gave my best push I felt myself swept away by a torrent of strength. My own muscles giving in to Norseman’s superior ones, not even registering as opposition. In an instant I found myself on the floor, with Áki’s breath and weight above me and the clamour of the celebrating men around me. He hadn’t even needed to outmanoeuvre me.

“It’s important to push as hard as you can as soon as it starts.”

“Aha,” I said, looking away.

“Let us try again.”

I could find no possible answer to that without seeming like I was afraid, so I acceded wordlessly. This time it seemed Áki had even given me two seconds of advantage, just waiting there to counter my strength, but despite this I couldn’t move him an inch. It was like trying to move a boulder, all I could feel was my struggling body against the stubborn hardness of his. Instantaneously he was on me again but now with his groin pressing against mine. His abs digging into my stomach. His chest crushing my own.

“I guess you need someone with less experience.” He said from on top of me, ruffling my hair.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

He helped me up with a strong grip which didn’t even buckle slightly under my weight, and the next moment the other Vikings were wrestling each other, contesting inside the circle. The fire reflecting dark shadows on their glistening rugged bodies, revealing deep clefs within. Now as everyone shouted gleefully around them, I knew what was coming, soon they’d ask me again to fight a less experienced Viking. And soon enough they did, when the little rock shelter was starting to smell of sweat when üsküdar escort I was called up again. Unable to refuse, I secretly wished that maybe it was just Áki who was exceedingly strong, so again I put my hands on a Viking’s trapezius, dismaying again at their hardness and yet again falling to Yngvar, and to the blonde Özur, and to Harald and to Erik and the result repeated itself over and over, my muscles yielding inexorably to theirs. My hands slipping helplessly on their sweaty bulging hides.

I was now on the floor for umpteenth time and tears were welling in my eyes as I got up, I attempted to hide them and looked away “I’m useless without my lance,” I muttered.

But before anyone could see my face a voice came from the mouth of the shelter: “Havin’ fun without me?” I could barely make out the words. It was my captor, his enormous frame covering a large part of the starry sky. I saw some run in to come talk to him and heard some laughter and discussions. It was at this moment, when they stood in full height side by side, that I realized that some of the Vikings were almost as tall as Hrólfr, they just seemed so much smaller due to his girth.

After some more talking I saw Hrólfr open his large arm span and five of the Vikings, Özur, Áki, Niáll, Yngvar and Erik placed themselves against him, two under each armpit, one with his head between the backs of the other two, and the others providing support from behind.

It was then that I felt something come loose inside me, something twitch, for when the five men, each of whom I had been helpless against started pushing, Hrólfr didn’t even flinch, in fact that he started sniggering and with a confident grin started pushing them easily into the middle of our little cave, this made me feel I was shrinking in place. The two at the front flailed trying to get hold of his gargantuan calves but it was useless. They just swatted aimlessly as I had when facing each of them. As soon as they reached the middle, he swung his bestial arms and cast all five of them onto the floor under him with a great bellow. He flexed both his arms in triumph, letting the immense biceps underneath his tunic strain against his sleeves. Veins accentuating their size.

The crowd cheered ecstatically at their leader´s power, patting themselves on the back and going over to celebrate him.

I stood in a corner taking in what had just happened, feeling weaker and more vulnerable than I had ever done in my life. They formed the circle again, the musky smell of their sweat, of men that I couldn’t hold a candle to, who could pin me down without a second thought, overpowered me. I felt a curious, inexplicable (very explicable in other situations) hardness emerge from between my legs. And it was then that Hrólfr decided to stand behind me. His monolithic shadow drowning my frame completely.

“Enjoying it?”

“Mmmhmm” I barely muttered, not turning to look, aware that the immense shadow I was submerged in had started to remove its tunic.

“Wanna go at it you and me?” I almost heard a chuckle in his voice.

“No,” I whispered, for the first time in the night.

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First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 01

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This is a seven chapter saga divided into three stories, due to the overall length.

Chapter 1: Brother Butch’s Boner

Growing up on a farm a kid learns all about procreation naturally. Learning about sensuality is a whole other lesson. A farm girl pretty much gets a good look at how things work, after observing several cows and horses pairing off. However, it wasn’t until I reached the tender age of eighteen that I observed first hand what arousal was. In my case it was a strong visual combined with a heavy dose of emerging hormones that made it so exciting.

Having three older brothers, it was only a matter of time before I was exposed to the inevitable. I had other siblings – a grand total of seven, but this particular recollection involved Butch. He was four years my senior and in every way a typical farm boy. When he wasn’t going to school or working the fields, he was generally nowhere to be found. It seemed as though Mom was always tracking him down in some unexpected hideaway. After so many years of searching, Mom had a fair idea of his favorite haunts.

“Barb, be a sweetie and find your brother. We’ve got to be at church in a half hour,” she asked.

“Sure, but where should I start?”

“Try the quonset or the barn; he’s probably in one or t’other,” she suggested, as I headed out.

As kids, it was a delightful pastime to sneak up on each other, so I opted to consider it a stealth mission and silently peaked inside the quonset building, but no Butch. Avoiding a few fresh cow pies along the dusty path, I peered into the hay barn. There was still no one to be seen. Letting go a sigh of frustration, I scanned the entire barnyard. That’s when I heard the faint sound of grunts and slaps breaking through the light summer breeze. It seemed to be coming from the barn, maybe from the back. I tip toed around the side and the sound grew loader. Turning the corner, I could plainly hear it was Butch’s voice coming from inside a corner of the barn. There was just enough of a crease in the old planks to peak through. He had carved out a spot in the bales of hay to make a secret hideaway, big enough for him and his magazine.

“That’s it Bitch, suck that hard cock. Yeah, take it all, you slut!” He groaned and barked, as he roughly jacked his fully erect pecker back and forth.

“Holy crap, he’s jacking off!” I thought, instantly aware of why it was so defined. I should have been embarrassed by the language, for intruding or felt guilty and turned away at that point. I should have. I didn’t.

The initial surprise of witnessing a private moment melted into an appreciation of his technique, then into a fascination. This was the farthest thing from personal abuse; he was in seventh heaven. I couldn’t pass up this singular opportunity to observe the entire process.

“Let’s see, ‘being late for church’ and enduring my mother’s wrath or ‘watching my brother climax?'” Weighing the options, I fixated on his rock-hard cock. Being it was Sunday, it really felt like I was committing a delicious sin.

“Oh Baby, you want it so bad,” Butch mumbled, as a thin clear film of goop coated the head of his young pole.

Unexpected desires in me started to flow, as I watched and listened to his forceful strokes turn from dry to lubricated. My infatuation was not for him, but clearly focused on his now throbbing dick.

“Show me those big tits, yeah!” He begged, as his strokes slowed to a strong, deliberate pace.

“Who was he looking at in that magazine?” I thought, as my hand found its way inside my cotton blouse to massage my young breast. I was so aroused. I dare not move my legs, for fear I might spring a leak. “Whoever this bimbo is must have huge tits,” I guessed and fondled my boob.

My brother grunted, tightened his cock grip and slowly shot two long streams of white jism. I caught my breath, as he jacked out more thick cream from his red hot poker. Silently I fixed my blouse and sneaked back around to the front of the barn.

“BUTCH! Where are you? It’s time for church!” I yelled, trying to disguise any anxiety in my voice. “Mom’s gonna tan your ass!” I added.

“I… I’m coming Barbie!” I heard from beyond the bales.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are,” I whispered to myself, as he emerged from behind the hay bales. I took off back down toward the house, with him following at his normal, safe distance. Of course Mom was livid by then. I shrugged my shoulders, slipped past her and jumped in the car, as Butch got his expected ass-chewing.

The following week I spent planning another secret mission. I had to find my brother’s magazine. “What or who could ever bring a guy such pleasure?” I’d glanced at a girlie magazine once, so I had an idea of what to expect. It wasn’t until Wednesday of that week that I knew Butch would be working the fields. I dug around in the hay bales until I found his hideout. Prying up several bales, I found his stash of Playboys. I assumed the 1963 edition on top was probably his favorite. Thumbing through the pages, I found a centerfold that was worn suadiye escort and frayed.

“Donna Michelle, Playmate of the Year” – there she was. She was blonde and beautiful and naked from head to toe. So, this was the object of his desire – his dream girl. Of course she was cute, sultry and sexy all rolled into one tidy package. According to her profile, she had to be about my age. I couldn’t help but do a comparison, from the top on down.

Her clear radiant face was in direct contrast to my pot-marked ruddy complexion. There was no discounting that. Shoulders, arms and chest were next. I unbuttoned my top and bra to compare boobs. Donna had a nice set, perhaps 34″, similar to me. However, cupping my hefty round melons, I plainly had her beat. “Butch thinks this slut has big jugs?” I laughed, as I completed a full inventory. My hips were maybe a smidgen wider than hers, but that only served to give my torso a more pronounced curve. Our thighs and legs were virtually identical.

“So, except for my face, I’d beat this chick hands down. Damn, I could be in this stupid magazine,” I calculated and mimicked several of her pseudo-sexy poses. “Guys would jack off and shoot their stuff fanaticizing about screwing me! Hmmm, now that would be simply delicious,” I dreamed and proudly shoved my chest out. “Right…and my family would disown me. My girl friends would hate me and guys would label me a slut,” I rolled my eyes and returned the book to its hidden spot.

My own secret visions of seducing and having sex with a man were formed that week. The fire was lit and I was eager to feed it with every pleasant kind of kindling. I never looked at newcomer, Tom Jones’ hip action the same way again. Celebrating my first solo trip to the gynecologist, I talked the doctor into writing my first script for the pill. On my next big shopping spree in the big city I made a point in buying a real mini skirt, not some just-above-the-knee substitute. My days as a virgin were numbered. The only question then was, “Who would be the lucky guy to pop my cherry?”

Chapter 2: Dating & Premature Evacuations

I was an early blooming teen in every respect. By age fourteen my figure had blossomed along with a bad case of acne – kind of a mixed blessing. My bubbly blonde personality and striking figure kept me and my pot marked face from having to check into “Wallflowerville.” I had my fair share of boys ask me out, but not many would give me full eye contact and the goodnight kiss was often a haphazard chore.

Dating venues for girls my age meant going to either the local drive-in or to the Lower Creek Grove. The Sycamore Drive-In was a relatively safe spot for necking and petting. The Lower Creek Grove (the “Grove”, as everyone called it) bordered on our farm’s lower forty (acres) and simply was “not a place where good girls went after dark,” Dad warned us. Its proximity to our home place made it an alluring, yet taboo rendezvous. As a young teen, I would take an occasional daylight horse ride and stop in the hidden grove of trees to give Shadow a drink from the creek. It was on one of those rides I noticed a wadded up pair of used panties. Contemplating the sordid story behind them and fearing contamination, I quickly got the hell out of there, never to return.

Going to the movies was more than just “something to do” in a small town. It was a kind of pre-school for young adults. We picked up on and mimicked every nuance of the cultural and sexual revolution, as it was happening. I assumed all the cool girls smoked, dressed in skimpy bikinis, occasionally had a drink and got laid by the likes of Sean Connery, Paul Newman, Steve McQueen or Omar Shariff.

In 1965, teenage boys didn’t take a girl to see The Sound of Music. The makeout macho movie that year was Thunderball and I must have sat through most of it four or five times. I say most of it. There were several scenes I missed due to my dates’ feeble attempts at copping a feel. Just because a sexy scene with a girl turns the guy on doesn’t automatically mean it has the same effect on the girl (in this case, me). By summer’s end I had whittled down my number of potential suitors to two, by simply telling most of them, “No thanks, I’ve already seen Thunderball.” This left me with two steady dates.

Tommy and Jimmy were normal farm boys; high on hormones, low in experience. They were more boy-friends than candidates I would ever consider for making a woman out of me. Within the last year, my dates with the “boys” escalated from necking and French kissing to fondling private parts. Inevitably, our makeout sessions would end with dry humping or feature me rubbing the bulges in their pants. The sad part was neither of them could last long enough for me to get them out of their clothes, before they made a mess. I suppose I should have considered that a compliment to my physical attributes or my talents of seduction, or both. However, after the third or fourth messy episode, the whole exercise became less than stimulating for me. I mean fun is fun, but I wanted a real yakacık escort man to take me the first time.

Chapter 3: Uncle Stud & The Double Date

Paul was my Dad’s youngest brother, but it was always hard to think of him as my uncle. Eight years separated us and he spent most of his younger years hanging with my older brothers. It’s not like I ever considered him as one of my stupid brothers, but I had a real hard time with the “uncle” thing. At 26, he was a total hunk and extremely charming. Every girl in my senior high class would have gladly given it up for Paul, even to the point of hounding me to set them up with him.

My deep affection for Paul went beyond his tall, dark and striking good looks. Throughout my eighteen (almost nineteen) years, he was the only guy that saw the real me. While other guys shied away from dating “crater face,” Paul didn’t see my facial flaws as an issue. Since it never came up in our conversations, I was totally at ease confiding with him about all sorts of things. Any degree of persuasive flirting or sexual teasing I have now I owe to trying it out on him first.

My frustrating dates with the boys only served to point me in Uncle Paul’s direction. Of course, any impropriety on our parts would have been grounds for family banishment, so I was left to secretly fanaticize how great it would be for him to take me. It was in the dead of most every night, under the covers, I learned to finger myself to multiple orgasms. That was my bittersweet burden for months, until later that spring.

It was at our regular Saturday family bar-b-que that I saw Paul arrive with a date, Mary Ellen Schmitt, a pretty girl in my class. I’d seen Paul with older girlfriends before, but this was the first time he was dating someone my age. And, of all people, Mary Ellen! Mary Ellen was one of those skinny model types, whose perfect facial features had matured before the rest of her. There was no denying that from the neck up she was every schoolboy’s dream. From the neck down she was thin as a rail and flat as a griddle.

Mary Ellen was from (what people commonly referred to as) the wrong side of the tracks. Besides her ideal complexion, her family and others on the south side of town were less than well-to-do. Not quite white trash, they lived in older homes and worked menial jobs. Though I never thought any less of them for their lot, they did exhibit a baser perception of life; one I was certainly unfamiliar with.

“Hi Mary, hi Paul, glad you guys could come by,” I said with an inviting tone to hide my envy.

“Hi Barbie, you’re looking swell,” said Paul with a smile.

“Yeah Barb, is that a new outfit?” Mary Ellen casually added, as she snuggled close to Paul.

“Thanks, no I’ve had it for a couple of weeks,” I replied, wishing I had worn my more revealing white halter top, instead of the boring coulottes I had on.

The meaningless conversation between the three of us regressed, as she continued to pamper Paul like he was some prize puppy. Paul finally excused himself to have a beer with my brothers. Mary’s pseudo-sweet condescending remarks eased as Paul walked away.

“God Barb, your Uncle is such a stud,” she started and nodded at how neatly packaged his ass looked in those tight jeans. “And, what a lover! He just can’t seem to get enough of me,” she winked.

“I believe that. What’s there to get?” I smirked to myself. “Yeah, he’s quite a catch. I’m happy for you two,” I lied.

“That’s so sweet. Say, are you still dating Timmy and Jamie? God, they must spoil you rotten,” Mary said.

“Tommy and Jimmy actually. Yeah, just can’t make up my mind, I guess,” I quipped.

“Hey, isn’t your birthday coming up soon; planning anything special?” Mary asked.

“Yeah – next Friday and I’ll be an old woman like you,” I laughed, knowing her nineteenth was only two months ago. “No, don’t have any big plans yet,” I added.

“Well gosh, maybe you should pick one of those guys of yours and double date with Paul and I. That would be fun,” she beamed.

Instantly my mind was filled with a warped vision of Paul dumping her along the road somewhere and taking my virginity in his powder blue ’62 Impala. “Yeah, that might be fun,” I nodded.

When Paul made his way back to us, Mary could hardly wait to ask him. Seeing the grin on my face, Paul could hardly refuse. “Sure, sounds good to me. We could take in a movie or something,” Paul offered.

“Well you know Thunderball is still playing at the Sycamore, what do you say Barb?” Mary Ellen asked.

“I don’t know Mary. Barbie might not be,” Paul interrupted her.

“Thunderball? That would be great. I’ve heard it’s really good!” I broke in and giggled with delight.

“Thunderball it is then. We’ll pick you up around eight next Friday,” my uncle smiled.

The following week seemed extra long, with my anticipation of Friday. Everyday after chores I snuck off to find a vacant field to get in some nude sunbathing (Coppertone, not that icky Q-T crap) to smooth out my farmers’ şerifali escort tan. My older sister, Jean took pride in prepping me for my first double date.

“My God Sis, you look like Raquel Welch in that top!” Jean exclaimed, swabbing another coat of Max Factor on my dented face.

“So… is that such a sin?” I asked, batting my blue eyes, thick with Maybelline mascara at my reflection in the mirror.

“Mom will kill you, with your boobs sticking out like that,” she reckoned.

“You’re probably right. I’ll wear my zipper jacket, at least until I get to the car,” I giggled.

“Well you just better watch yourself,” she warned, like an old mother hen.

Applying a fresh coat of pink glossy lipstick to match my mini skirt, I combed out my long blonde hair and wiggled my panty hosed hips into the short, short skirt. I sprayed another shot of Shalimar down my cleavage and threw on the jacket, when I heard Paul’s car honking. Stepping into a pair of black flats, I grabbed up my purse and flew downstairs.

“I still think those skirts are way too short,” said Mom giving the twice-over.

“Oh Mom, it’s the style. I might be a little late. It’s a double feature, OK?” I blurted out and kissed her cheek.

“Well, you’re nineteen now. I suppose you can take care of yourself,” she sighed.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of myself for sure,” I thought, eyeing up Uncle Paul holding the front door open for me.

“Wow, don’t you look like a million bucks,” he said, eyeing my skirt.

“Thanks Paul,” I replied and got it.

As he made his way around to the driver’s side, I unzipped and slipped out of the jacket. Jumping in his side, he keyed the engine and started to put the car in gear, when he glanced back at me.

“DAMN Barbie, make that two million bucks!” He exclaimed at seeing my tight white halter top showing plenty of cleavage.

I spread my arm to rest on the back of the split seats and inched myself closer to him, while he stared at me. “Is there something wrong?” I asked raising my right knee just enough to show the crest of my pantyhose.

“N-No,” he said, as I let my fingers slide inside of back of his shirt collar.

“Then how about a birthday kiss for your favorite niece?” I demanded and pulled his neck.

“Sure, you bet. I almost forg..” he started, when I leaned and opened my mouth to his. Supporting himself on the seat with his right hand, his left smoothed my face, while I held a grip on the back of his head. My tongue edged its way through his lips, as his mouth finally opened on mine. That was the sign I’d waited months for. He wanted me. On some level, he wanted me!

The masculine smell of English Leather filled my senses, as his tongue filled my mouth. Sucking more of his tongue inside, I began moaning. Taking his hand from my cheek, I slowly lowered it to rest on my breast. When he gently started feeling me up, I broke for air and threw my head back. He lightly kissed his way down my bare neck.

“Happy Birthday Barbie,” he whispered between licking and kissing my shoulders.

Taking a few licks on my cleavage, he moved his hand from my tit back to my head. “Is that the kind of birthday kiss you want from your uncle?” He asked, pulling my head to meet his eyes.

I nodded, licked my lips and smiled.

“I know one thing,” he sighed, pushing me away from him.

“What’s that?” I asked, rubbing my right hand up his thigh.

“Ole Jimmy is in for a treat tonite!” He stated, while I stroked the outline of his erection. “I certainly do envy him,” he added and put the car in gear.

Heading down our gravel road, I unzipped his pants and leaned in close to tongue his ear. “And I really envy Mary Ellen,” I echoed and reached to pull his hard shaft out.

“Hey, that probably isn’t such a good idea, Baby,” he winced, as I tugged hard on his manhood.

“Am I doing it wrong?” I asked, jacking it harder and faster.

“NO, I mean… No, you’re doing it just right! It’s just that I’ll make a mess,” he said, catching his breath.

“What if I promise to clean it up?” I asked, moving my knees under me, while I stroked him harder. “I’ll make sure there’s no mess at all, how would that be?” I said and leaned down to take his nine inch long cock in my mouth.

“OH GOD Barbie! No Baby. We can’t be doing this!” He exhorted me to stop, as I felt the car turn on to the smooth road.

I was in no mood to stop sucking him. This was the first cock I’d tasted and I was savoring every inch of it. Bobbing and twisting my head to take more and more of it, I finally got my first taste of his sweet precum. I raised up to circle the head of his ready cock with my tongue, when he jerked my head back.

“Stop it now Barb!” He barked. “We’re pulling into town,” he said and fixed his pants. “Let’s just imagine this never happened, okay?” He said with frustration filling his voice.

“Okay, if you think you can,” I challenged and proudly smiled to myself.

At Mary Ellen’s house I crawled over the front seat to sit in the back, as Paul went to get her. Dressed in a blue shift dress, with her bouffant brunette tresses, she looked like a matchstick. We made pleasant conversation, as she eyed my revealing outfit. Paul nervously drove on the Jimmy’s house, not far from where Mary lived.

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Chapter Three: College, man!

Part 1

After my mother rode me on the den couch like it was her last chance for freedom, we lay there spent, soaking in our fluids; Mom still straddling me and my dick slowly shrinking its way out of her warm center.

A few minutes of panting, then she turned to point her mouth at my ear and said, “Well, that’s one ass print on one side of the den couch. Looks like we’ve still got a lot of work ahead of us.” We both chuckled. Mom had promised that she would “see to it that we leave an ass, knee or head print on every surface in this house.” The sofa was a three-setter, and there were two guest chairs on either side of it. Plus there was the den floor, and that was only the one room.

That little project would have to wait. We both needed time to recover. We ate cold scrambled eggs and toast, and then headed to the kitchen for tall glasses of water and short glasses of juice. Finally we took an overdue shower. There was some light play there (some stroking, squeezing and nipple twisting,) but no marks would be left in that shower today.

Most of the rest of the day was dull. We’d left our finished dinner on the dining room table the night before, and our afternoon breakfast needed to be cleaned up too. The bed sheets needed to be changed and the sofa to be cleaned. And even when all that was done, Mom only offered “Hanky Panky” as a reward for when I’d finished up a paper I’d been putting off that week.

It was time for dinner by the time I’d finished, so we ate first and went to bed early for desert. Mom wore an olive green chemise so I could “unwrap” my reward. The soft green of the lingerie set off the sharper brighter green of her eyes, and the high hem accentuated the curve of her thighs. Pulling it up over her head made me sigh with bliss. Laying her across the bedspread and lying between those thighs was like coming home even though I’d never left the house.

Remembering the lessons learned early that afternoon, I didn’t slam my cock into her. I stroked her black hair and traced her high cheek bones and held her gaze as I inched my erection slowly into her. She was wet and ready like she’s always been. I stopped after the first third of me was in anyway, and pulled slightly out. Her eyes on me widened with surprise, and her mouth opened slightly as she took in a breath. I pressed slowly back in, two thirds of my length this time. Her eyes crinkled and her smile deepened. She chuckled softly.

“Oh my,” she said playfully. “You really did take my observations to hea….Ahhh!” I’d pulled out again. “Ohhhh, babyyyy!” she cooed as I pressed all the way in this time.

We kissed deeply and she hummed in pleasure. Her dancer’s legs wrapped around me, as she knows I like that, and I proceeded to stroke in a slow steady pace. “Mmm, that’s soooo gooood.”

For no rational reason, I decided that I would keep stroking in and out of my mother at this slow pace for as long as I possibly could; hours if I could manage it. For the first ten or fifteen minutes, Mom oohed and ahhed and stroked my hair and caressed my butt. After another five minutes she asked me if I was trying to be sarcastic or something. Without missing a beat, I assured her that I wasn’t being a smart-alek. I just wanted to see how long we could go like this.

We kissed and enjoyed it, but finally, Mom said she couldn’t handle any more. I just grinned and said, “This is what I’m givin’ you, so this is what you’re gonna get.”

She laughed at her “naughty boy,” and squealed. She bucked her pelvis up to make it happen faster. She twisted her hips and clutched at my cock with all the power her vaginal muscles could apply in the hopes of driving me crazy. She dug her finger nails into my ass, and tried to kick me with the backs of her heels. She called it “sweet torture,” and nibbled at my ear lobes.

When she really couldn’t stand it anymore she warned me, “pick up the pace, or you’ll have to take that thing out of me.” I had to stop as we laughed together in the dark.

I kissed her again, and said, “You don’t really want me to pull out of you, do you?”

“No!” she said, and wrapped me up tight with her muscled arms and legs.
“Hmmm. Let me think about that one,” I said. And then I slammed my cock into her, and went at it full speed.

“Hallelujah!” she called out, still kind of laughing. We went at it like animals until she shrieked, squirmed and came all over my pole twice and I shot my balls dry deep into my mother’s glorious hole. Then we fell asleep, sticky, in each other’s arms.

In the morning on Sunday we repeated it, but this time, Mom was the “sweet torturer” on top, and I was the one bucking and begging. Sometimes, Mom would sit upright, stare at me with my cock balls-deep in her, and slowly squeeze tighter and tighter. She held my hands, so I couldn’t touch her tempting orbs glowing above me in the late Spring morning light. Eventually I calmed down and concentrated on flexing my cock, expanding the head deep in her womb. She smiled appreciatively, and began to shift her hips forwards and backwards.

In some ways she outclassed kaynarca escort me in this game. She could be so still when she wanted to. But I refused to ever threaten to stop if she didn’t “pick up the pace.”

“Say it.” she offered. “Threaten to leave the bed, and I’ll have to fuck you like you want!”

“I won’t say that, Mom,” I said, making my cock head swell in her deeps as I did. “I’m staying in this bed as long as you’ll have me.”

I could see a light film of sweat on her brow, and she strained to resist the urge to bounce on my balls. “Come on, Kevin, that’s the game. You make the – Uhh, Oh God – final threat, and then we can really cut loose on each other. Just say you’ll take your sweet cock away, and we can…” her hips began to swivel, and it felt like sun rays were about to shoot out of her pussy, it was so good.

I sat up, and put my arms around her tiny waist. “I can’t say that, Mom. I could stay deep in you all day. I’d be grateful to be able to see and kiss your amazing naked body until we both pass out. I love being inside you. The only thing that would make me stop is you telling me to stop, or if you fucked me so hard I couldn’t stay in.”

I tilted my head back so we could kiss a gentle and loving kiss. Then she put her hands on my shoulders, and shoved me roughly back onto the mattress.

“That’ll have to be good enough!” she declared, and then she did things to me…I can barely understand it. She squeezed and bounced, stretching my dick (which I’d thought would be too rigid for such treatment.) She threw her torso into dance-like circles, making her tits and hair seem to float in their momentum. Her flat belly bent and stretched and arched in ways that were simply inspirational. It was like I was suddenly caught in a hurricane (this was way too hot and wet for a tornado) of my mother’s sex.

Somehow, despite the downright gymnastic maneuvers, she was talking – shouting most of the time, really – the filthiest dirty talk I’d heard from her yet. A sample would include something like, “Ohhhhhh FUCK yes, give me that FUCKing monster! Fuck your hot little bitch! You like my little pussy, don’t you!? UH! FUCK! YES! FUCK IT! PLANT that goddamn cock in my cunt! You WANT to stay in here, DON’T YOU!? You WANT to stay in my PUSSY, don’t you!? OH! OH OH OH OH YES YES YES YES!!!!” But there was much much more.

All I could do was hold onto her hips to make sure she didn’t fly away. Eventually, she flopped her torso down on top of mine. Her tits pressed hard against my chest, and her hips were still working my dick like a manic obsession. She kissed me deeply. My hands were still on her hips. I was pretty much stunned by how wild she’d become, so it didn’t occur to me to do anything more than hold onto my mother’s hips for dear life.

“Put it in.” she whispered into my ear, still fucking like a runaway train. I was so dazzled by her magnificence, that I didn’t get her meaning. I was already in, and it felt like a miracle. “Put it in like you did the other night,” she continued. “No other man has been allowed inside my ass even once…Uuuuuhhh Ohhhhh!…but you can give it your finger a second time. You make it feel so good! I never knew it could feel good!” She nibbled at my ear. “Go ahead, and violate my ass while your cock is ripping up my pussy. My pussy is for your use, and my ass is here for you too.” I happily obliged, and she cried out “OH! OHHHHH!” And we kissed. My cock was being thrashed around my mother’s cunt, my middle finger was up her ass, and my tongue was in her mouth; reaching for the back of her throat. Mom was about as covered as she could be. She came like Krakatoa, and I easily came along with her.

It was early afternoon by the time we finished, and we moved about slowly, doing our ablutions. We didn’t dare shower together; unsure we could resist the urge to start things up again and unsure we’d survive if things did start up again. We ate a cold lunch, and just lay together on the couch in front of some boring Sunday afternoon feature. We kissed a lot, but neither of us could handle much more than that.

Besides, I had to head out soon for beers with my ex-girlfriend Kim and some mutual friends. My mother, of all people, had arranged it.

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

“Of course,” Mom was genuinely confused. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m a big girl, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” I said, smiling. I rubbed gently at the front of Mom’s crotch, and her breath caught in her throat. “I just want to make sure that you won’t dry up down there from neglect.”

She laughed, resting her hand on mine. “Oh, I’m super good for now. Feels like it’s positively glowing down there still.”

“Good. Let’s try to keep it that way,” I said with my smile renewed.

“You can check me out when you get back. If you’re not satisfied that I have gotten enough attention, we can rectify it then. But I’ll be fine for at least a few hours.” She gave me a wry smile. “Go! Have fun!”

I went. But it didn’t turn out to be much fun.

Part 2

I slammed the door behind me, and I heard a splash somewhere in the back of küçükyalı escort the house; Mom’s bathroom, most likely.

“Who’s there?!” her voice called from the bedrooms. She sounded nervous.

“Don’t worry, Mom. It’s just me.”

“Kevin?” she called, coming down from her fright. “I wasn’t expecting you for at least another three or four hours.”

For a moment the TV cliche came to mind; The woman’s voice nervously saying, “I didn’t expect you home so soon!” and the man discovering her with someone else. But I doubted very much that she’d had time or strength for another lover at this point. Frankly, I told myself, if the marathon of sex play we’ve been engaged in has fallen so far short that she’s already taken an extra lover, then I don’t stand a chance anyway.

“I hope I haven’t interrupted you in the middle of something.” I called back.

“What? Oh. Kevin, please just come back here. I’m giving myself a headache shouting in here.” I heard the waters of the tub swish again. Sure enough, I found Mom in the tub of the bathroom attached to what had gone from her bedroom to our bedroom.

Her raven hair was slicked back behind her and her head was tipped back; eyes closed. Everything else was completely submerged and there were bubbles, so I couldn’t see much of my mother’s beautiful body. I whistled a cat call anyway from the doorway. Her eyes opened, and she turned those green peepers on me. “Hi!” said my dear mother as her face lit up. “Why are you back so early, Sexy?”

I guess I was still surly from what had happened at the bar and my suspicions lingered, because I said, “Why? Are you disappointed to see me?” I realized immediately what an asshole I sounded like, so I tried joking. “You got someone hiding under those bubbles you don’t want me to know about?”

Mom turned away from me, closed her eyes and tilted her head back again. She took a deep breath, and considered her answer. I felt like a first class idiot, but before I could even begin to apologize, she said, “What is under these bubbles, Kevin, is for your personal and exclusive pleasure. You know that by now, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry I said that.”

“I wasn’t kidding about what I said, Sweetheart,” she said turning to me again. “I’ll get out of this tub right now if that’s what you want. You can have my pussy covered in suds. All you have to do is ask for it. I’ll sit on your lap, or spread out on the floor for you. You can come over to me, and I’ll suck on that beast of yours until you fill my belly with your cream. Or I can get on my soapy knees in the doorway where you’re standing. I’ll take every fantastic inch of you, Kevin, and I’ll say ‘Thank you’ when we’re done.”

I was floored by her response. I was stiffening by the second, but couldn’t articulate a thought if one were to pass through my skull.

“But,” she continued, still holding me with her eyes. “You really have given me quite a workout these last few days. You’ve pushed my little body beyond all the limits I’ve ever known. I’d be ever so grateful if you’d let Mommy have a little more rest before you play with her again.”

I was pitching a tent in my shorts from all this sexy talk. “Anything you want, Mom. But you’ve got a hell of a way of asking for it.”

“I just want you to know that I’m not pushing you away. I want you to know that I really am…here…for you.”

She was completely serious. I could hardly believe it, but I knew that she would bend over for me there in the tub if I asked her to. But I also realized that she was really pretty tired out from the week of exploration and experimentation we’d enjoyed. She needed a rest, but there was still plenty more to come. “Thanks, Mom. That actually helps cheer me up a bit.”

“Why? What’s bothering you anyway? Didn’t you have a good time with Kimberly and your friends? I can’t believe that Kim would do anything to upset you. I mean, I know you two are broken up – to my boundless good fortune – but I really believed that she genuinely wanted to remain friends with you.”

“No. If anything, Kim was as upset as I was. She kept elbowing Doobie in the ribs.”

“Doobie!?” Mom said with a hint of disgust. “She still hangs out with that guy?”

“He’s her oldest friend, Mom, though you wouldn’t think so judging by the things he was saying once he got a few drinks down the hatch.”

“Ugh. What a ridiculous little turd.” Doobie had come to visit once while I was dating Kim. He had leered at my mother quite a lot, and had never failed to rave about her hotness whenever I was around since. I’ve always suspected that he tried to grab her ass or something when he visited, but Mom would never say. “I’ve never asked; how did he come by that ridiculous name?”

“Apparently, he was even skinnier and weedier when he and Kim were kids, and some older boys said he looked like a rolled up joint; a doobie. The name stuck, and he’s taken it as something of a life direction, if you catch my drift. He thinks he can excuse every asshole thing he does by being high when he does it. ‘Aw, C’mon, man! I was high!’ Well, high or straight, sancaktepe escort he really pissed me off tonight.”

“Ugh. Just talking about that rodent makes my skin crawl. I need to get out of this bath,” Mom said. She used her foot to open the drain, and stood up to rinse off. The lines of her 5’9″ dance-toned body were lean, sleek and shinny with suds. I could almost feel how slippery her skin must be with gobs of bubbles running down her breasts and thighs. I moaned a complaint when she closed the shower curtain. “I’m rinsing off, Kevin, and I don’t want to splatter the whole bathroom. I need to feel clean now.” The shower head spurted to life behind the curtain.

“Wow. You really do hate Doobie as much as I do. Fess up. What did he ever do to make you loath him so much.

She didn’t answer right away. Once she was clean, she grabbed a towel, and dabbed herself clean. Once she was satisfied, she put on a terrycloth robe, and lead me to the bedroom, saying, “Let’s just say I have always had excellent taste in men. It’s why I decided to go ahead and marry your father. It’s why I know to be grateful that I get to feel your warm body in bed with me each night, and it’s why I know that Doobie is scum.” She sat primly on the bed, giving no indication that she could remember all we had already done on it or all that we still might do. “So what did he say that, luckily for me, sent you home early?”

“He said I must be gay.”

Mom laughed loud and hard at that, and her hand grazed subconsciously over her groin through the thick robe. “Well, that is one comment you and I both know couldn’t be further from the truth! I’m still sore from this afternoon.”

I licked my lips at the mention of my mother’s aching cunt, but I held to the conversation. “That’s part of the problem…or at least part of what could become the problem. Doobie said, ‘Dude, you must be some kinda faggot to dump someone as fine as my Kimmie!’ She hates it when he calls her that. She seemed really embarrassed by what he’d said. He asked me if I had my eye on another girl, and, when I told him no, he said, “Then you must be a homo to walk away from sexy here!’ What a shithead.” The one point I couldn’t dispute is that Kim was sexy. She was athletic; hard bodied with a pretty face. Even that night she looked hot as hellfire, but – despite her beauty and sex appeal – our sex life just hadn’t been satisfying. It wasn’t entirely her fault, I was beginning to realize, but we weren’t quite as compatible as I needed. She was still good people, though, and we were still trying to remain friends…with no help from her obviously-jealous friend Doobie.

“Well he insulted Kim more than you. It suggests that she dates only gay men, because – according to Doobie’s logic – none of her previous boyfriends would have let her leave them if they had been straight.”

“I know, and I think she knew it too. But that’s not a real problem for Kim. She’ll have no problem picking up a new boyfriend the second she decides she’s open to having one, but I…as far as any of these guys will know I’m not going to have another girlfriend. I’m not giving up what I’ve found with you for anything, but obviously no one else can know about it. So that’s going to mean that – as far as my friends will be concerned – Kim will be the last, and there won’t be another woman in my life. It’ll be easy for them to believe more and more that I’m gay.”

Mom listened carefully, and nodded very slightly at my conclusions. She thought it over for a few more beats, and then spoke with a decisive tone. “Here’s what I think, Kevin: I think you’ve only got a few more months before you graduate from college. I think it makes sense if you say you’re just too busy finishing your classes and moving paperwork around to finalize your graduation to think about women. When you’ve graduated, you’ll be too focused on getting a good job and then on kick starting your career. These are all decent enough reasons for not having time for chasing skirts (except for mine when we’re alone.) By then I’m sure the joke will have died down, you’ll have made some new friends who are not idiots and I’m pretty sure we will come up with a more long lasting solution. We’ll think of a way of excusing your sexual attention so you can keep showering it on lucky little me.”

“You didn’t see the other guys, though. I think they were all pretty jealous while I was dating Kim. I’ve got a feeling that they will be merciless over the next months.”

My mother tugged gently at the belt of her robe. I could see the inner curve of each of her breasts now, the linear muscle definition on her stomach that led to her belly button and the soft line of black hair on her pubic mound. “Listen to me, Kevin. This is what you will do: You will go on to finish your studies. I know that you can’t completely avoid your friends or their teasing, and I’m not going to tell you not to feel angry and frustrated at their jokes and jabs. But I want you to take all that anger – all that frustration – and I want you to hold it inside. Then I want you to bring it home. And I want you to bring it here.” She rubbed her pubic mound gently, and stared at me with a devious smile. “You’re going to give it to me. Right here. Every day. And I’m going to take it. And I’m going to make you feel so soooo much better. Does that sound good to you?” I nodded. “Good, it sounds great to me too. I can hardly wait!”

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NOTE: The following chapter contains sexual acts between a futa character (meaning, a character who has both genitalia, male and female, at once) and our dear Miri. If that isn’t your cup of tea then by all means, you can skip this one.

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I sat there, stunned as everyone else started walking out of the room. “Holy shit”. I thought. Could you blame me? I mean, I was scared to look into the box in the first place! Now, sure, this didn’t mean Priscilla was aching for my hot vag or whatever, but there was a world where she would do me? Me!?

Ashley tapped on my shoulder.

“You okay? You were shaking that box pretty badly.”

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m good.”

“Uh, you wanna go eat?”

“Sure.”

That was when Kalissa came up to us. Despite that, as we had lunch, all I could think about were two challenging eyes piercing me. I hadn’t even looked in the box yet! It would take just a few more minutes before I found an opportunity.

“Hey, uh, I gotta go to the bathroom for a sec.”

“Oh, okay!” Ashley and Sixcia started talking to each other as soon as I left. I walked through the busy noon halls and found some alone time in the process.

When I went into the bathroom, I nearly dropped everything I had. Priscilla was there. She was looking at herself in the mirror when the door swung open a bit too hard.

Our eyes connected again. She looked at the box, then back up at me and with complete indifference, just went back to looking at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t even doing her makeup or anything.

I gulped and peeked into the box.

A condom.

Yeah. The box gave me a fucking condom. I froze. What the hell was that about?

“Do you have to stand in the way like that?” I heard a tired voice ask in front of me. Priscila was standing there with that classic “mean girl” pose, one hand on her hip, supporting herself mostly on one leg as she scrutinized me more than any doctor I’ve ever been to.

“S-Sorry…” I said so softly I doubt she even heard me.

“Fucking weirdo.” She muttered under her breath as I stood aside.

To say I was confused was an understatement. But, then I got an idea. All I had to do was give her the item, right? So I turned around and jogged back up to her with the condom in my hands.

If you know where this is going, yes, it was just as bad as whatever you have in your head.

I forced a smile, stopped her and held out the condom. Looking back, yeah, not the brightest idea.

“What the fuck?” She asked, looking down at what I had in my hands. “Ugh, fucking perv, get away from me!”

In all honesty, I don’t know what else I was expecting. I mean, I guess I was expecting something literally magical to happen. It didn’t though. Instead, I was left in the middle of a hallway holding a condom in my hands as one of the hottest girls I’d ever met walked away.

Whoa, is this how guys feel when they get rejected?

Anyway, this produced a few questions I felt needed answering. I met back with Ash and Six, trying my hardest to bury my shame as I sat down next to them.

“So you build stuff?” Ashley asked Sixcia.

“Yeah, I’m kind of an inventor I guess you could say.”

“Her products are scams don’t listen to her,” I added with a smirk. Sixcia whined at me as Ashley chuckled.

“I haven’t heard you complaining about what I make.” Sixcia crossed her arms and said to me.

“Actually, I used one thing you gave me just a few minutes ago. Didn’t work.”

“Wait, what?” I nodded. “Uh, sorry,” she turned toward Ashley, “could you give us a second? Sorry, sorry, I just need to ask Miri something.”

“What?” Something went through Ashley’s mind, she blushed and said: “OH, okay, sorry, I’ll be back in a sec.”

I arched an eyebrow. What was with that reaction?

“Just a minute!” Sixcia let Ashley know. “Alright, what happened?”

“The box… Uh…” I scratched the back of my neck. “It gave me a condom.”

That surprised even Sixcia.

“What? I mean, you aimed it at a girl and it gave you a condom?”

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “Then, I gave it to her, the whole gift thing right, and she called me weird and left.”

“Well,” Sixcia crossed her arms again. “I did say you had to give it at the right time.”

Oh shit. She did say that.

“But, how the hell do I know what the right time is?”

“You aren’t supposed to.” Sixcia let me know. “That’s part of the point. You have to make a connection with the other person and intuitively know what the right time is.”

“But… I aimed it at a girl I’m sure thinks about me 0.001% of the time.”

Sixcia shrugged.

“I guess you have a challenge in front of you then.” Sixcia smiled at me.

Ashley came back after that, though she had a weird look on her face for a bit. As soon as lunch was over, I got a text.

Cara: Hey all! We’re gonna work on the acıbadem escort presentation after school right?

Marlene: sure

Me: yeah

Priscilla didn’t respond.

Cara: Alright! Let’s meet in the library!

Well, if Priscilla was going to go… I guess that meant I was going to be seeing her sooner than I thought. The rest of the day went by pretty normally, but I swear, more and more often I kept noticing Ashley looking at me weirdly.

Despite that, when it came time for me to head to the library for our meeting, Ashley waved at me just as energetically as she usually did. I called mom and, of course, let her know that Sixcia was basically living with us at this point so she was going to be sleeping over again.

A regular mom would have been concerned, but… Yeah, friends weren’t exactly something I had in abundance, so she was just happy that Sixcia wasn’t a one-time thing.

I walked over to the school library, breathing in as I felt the condom in my pockets. As soon as I went in, the air conditioning hit me. Luckily, I had on a black hoodie so I wouldn’t be feeling the cold that badly, but if I could still feel it despite that article of clothing, I imagined the cold was intense.

It didn’t take much time before I found my class group. Cara, with all the energy of someone who actually liked school, waved at me as I noticed them. Marlene was sipping from a cup of coffee (our school had lax rules about the food and drinks you could bring into the library) and, to my surprise, Priscilla was actually there reading from a book.

I gulped. “Right time. Right time.” I repeated in my head, and I did something fairly bold. I sat down next to her. After that little encounter of ours, yeah, Priscilla noticed me… Not in the best way either. She shifted her seat, putting a few extra inches between us.

Okay, I deserved that. Let’s be honest.

Actually, I do want to point something out. In case I haven’t done her justice, you can imagine how beautiful Priscilla was that I was still attracted to her after that whole ordeal. And, even at this moment, her vanilla scent was driving me crazy as I tried my hardest not to sneak a peek at her creamy thigh, draped over her other leg as she dutifully read some book on the table.

“Okay!” Cara started. “Me and money bags over here were discussing the recent news reports about the Vampire Queen!”

“Money bags? Do you have a problem with me?” Priscilla asked.

“I’m just joking.” Cara waved her off. Priscilla just rolled her eyes. “Apparently, there was a sighting yesterday! Here, look at these pics!” She slid her phone over to where I was.

Huh… I won’t lie, these pictures actually look fairly realistic. They depicted a woman with curves the likes of which I could only dream of, barely dressed with fangs, smirking and winking at the camera in the nighttime. It looked like a well-done movie poster.

“So, we’re just going to go interview the people who saw it?” Marlene asked.

“Yep, we can do it online. It doesn’t have to be a video interview or something.”

“Nice. I was thinking I could talk about…”

I zoned them out as I tried to see what Priscilla was reading. From what I could tell, it was an article about the Vampire Queen. Wait, was she actually looking stuff up for the presentation? I’ll be honest, I was expecting her to be reading Harry Potter or something.

“Need something?” Priscilla asked me quietly enough that the others didn’t hear her.

“Oh, sor-…”

At school, the girls were skirts. The length of those skirts is something we control. Priscilla, being who she was, apparently preferred the exceptionally short kind. But, one thing about these miniskirts is that when you position yourself badly, they can have the side effect of exposing more than you want to show.

In the middle of apologizing, I looked down. It was a reflex. You know, you’re talking to someone you feel is kind of above you, so you look away. The problem was, my line of sight ended up directly on her lap.

And her skirt, because she had her legs crossed, had accidentally dragged up her legs a little too far.

I saw something. I stopped talking, staring at what looked like… Like some kind of tube between Priscilla’s legs. I stared at it. It just looked weird to me, you know? I heard a small gasp and I found Priscilla looking at the same thing.

She looked up and our eyes connected. I couldn’t look away. It was a mixture of the fact that I had too many questions combined with the fact that I was just a little lost in her irises.

She blushed, pulled her skirt down, stood and basically ran out of the library. I watched her go, unable to even process what had just happened.

“What’s with her?” Cara asked.

Then, it clicked.

A bulge, a cold demeanor, and… The condom.

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled. “Oh shit!” I stood atalar escort up and ran after her. I caught a small glimpse of her turning a corner, I guessed she was headed for the girl’s bathroom. I followed her there, finding the bathroom door slightly open.

I don’t know why I was following her, to begin with. But… I mean, I guess I wanted to say something, right?

I went in. The bright white lights made it feel like we were in another world. I looked under a stall’s door and found a pair of sleek legs.

“Uh,” I started. “You… You wanna talk about it?”

For a moment nothing happened. Then, the stall opened. She marched up to me, I backed off instinctively. She kept walking until my back hit a wall. She didn’t stop until her face was just inches away from mine.

“You…” Priscilla was fuming, but she couldn’t find words to say. I gulped and put my hands on her shoulders.

“It’s fine…” I muttered.

“What?” Priscilla, still angry, asked with emphasis on the “t”.

“It’s fine…” I shrugged. I won’t lie, I was very scared. Seriously, I had no intention of fighting anyone. So, if she like, punched me or something, all I’d do is cry.

“You… You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Priscilla stated.

“I did see it…” Not the smartest thing to say in retrospect. Priscilla had basically given me an out and I just ruined it. She sparked up again and walked even farther forward.

I flinched, thinking she would hit me.

“… How much do you want?” She asked.

“What?”

“To stay quiet!” She snapped. “How much?”

She… Did she want to bribe me?

“Nothing,” I answered. Still scared, I reiterated it. “I don’t want your money.”

Priscilla was still breathing heavily.

“What?”

“I don’t care that you have a dick!” I snapped finally.

Priscilla blushed. She didn’t look as angry though, just really embarrassed.

“But… Come on, talk to me. It’s okay.” I said.

“Why?” Priscilla backed up. “Who even are you? We’re not even…”

“Does it matter?” I asked. “Come on, have you told anyone else about this? You have to have a lot to get off your chest, right? Just talk.”

We were silent for a second.

“I’m not a guy.” Priscilla suddenly said.

“I… If you identify as a woman that’s fine with me.” I stated, she shook her head.

“No, I…” She looked away. “I have both.”

I raised an eyebrow. Now, that, I didn’t expect.

I gulped.

“Seriously?”

“Do I sound like I’m fucking joking?”

“Easy, easy…” I raised my hands defensively. “I just… Can’t imagine it.”

“Well, it’s true.” She replied.

You know, on the list of strangest questions I’ve ever asked, what I said next honestly ranks at the top. I… I don’t know why I asked this. But, it’s like there was a little voice in my head telling me I’d never get the chance to ask this again.

“Can I see it?”

Priscilla blinked. It was like in a million years, she never expected that I’d ask such a thing.

“What?”

Well, I was this far. I decided I may as well commit.

“Can I see it?”

“W… Why?” Priscilla asked.

“I… I’m curious.”

“And that means I should show you my dick?” Priscilla asked with a smile. A genuine smile, like, an actual light-hearted smile.

“Couldn’t hurt, right? I already know it’s there…”

“… You really are a perv.” Priscilla muttered, but she started taking off her skirt. I held my breath. Honestly, I was so curious I didn’t know what to do with myself.

But then, in a few seconds, there it was.

Like the rest of her, it wasn’t comically big or anything, in fact, it was a little on the small side. But, like her, it was creamy, pale and cute. I stared at it for a little, wondering how such a beautiful girl could be born with such a thing.

“O-Okay,” Priscilla started putting her skirt on again, but I took a step forward.

“Wait.”

“Huh?”

“I want to…” I crouched. “Can I see your… Other part?”

“You… But why?”

I didn’t even answer. I didn’t know what to say.

“Fine,” Priscilla mumbled and lifted her shaft up. Yeah. She hadn’t been lying. Right where a guy’s balls would be was a tiny pussy. I couldn’t stop looking at it. It was entrancing.

Maybe if I hadn’t ever received the Love Box, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do what I did next. But because I had scanned her and because I knew there was a chance she liked me, just a chance, I took a gamble.

I reached up and lightly wrapped my right hand around her dick.

“W… What are you…?”

“Do you…” I didn’t know how to word this. “Do you like this?”

“Of, of course not! I mean…” She didn’t stop me though.

I hadn’t ever given a handjob before. Hell, I’d just started being sexually active. But, I imagined there weren’t many mechanical aydınlı escort aspects of the act. So I did what felt right. I started pushing and pulling on her, and her breath caught.

“Oh my… Holy shit!” Priscilla let out as I worked on her. I couldn’t keep my eyes off hers. Seriously, she was insanely pretty, even after that discovery she was still one of the most attractive girls I’d met.

Something came to my mind then. If I was the first person at the school to find out about this…

“Are you a virgin?” I asked her.

Her eyes widened but she nodded.

“Me too,” I replied. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” I chuckled. “But… Stop me if you don’t like this.”

I looked at her dick, looked up at her and… I wrapped my lips around it. She instantly trembled, reaching down and grabbing my head by the back.

“Fuck!” Well, at that point, I guessed that all I could do was go through with it. I could imagine that she didn’t want my teeth scraping against it, so I did my best not to let that happen. I licked under it, trying to treat it as carefully as I could. Basically, I cuddled it with my tongue for a while.

It was a little salty, but Priscilla didn’t seem to spare any part of her body when it came to perfume, because she still smelled great. A combination of some musky scent I didn’t know and vanilla filled my nostrils as I bobbed back and forth.

At this point, I was honestly pretty glad that she wasn’t that big. I know, weird. Whenever something like this happens in films or books, you always see that the penis being described was like, the length of the person’s arm or something.

No, I’ll be honest. For a beginner like me, I was glad it was just four inches or so. I didn’t feel like choking on anything today. Actually, it turned out I was wrong because as I kept going her thing got harder and longer.

All in all, it was probably around six inches long at full strength. I won’t lie, I felt great. On my knees, looking up at this beautiful girl while I had her at my mercy, I… I felt slutty. But, like, in a good way!

“You’re, oh god!”

Her little exclamations like that just egged me on. I tried to lick her more, go farther. At a point, somewhat stupidly, I tried to take all of her in but I found I wasn’t quite ready for that.

I stopped for a second, removing myself and finding a string of saliva connecting her dick to my lips. I gulped down the spit that had been building up and went back to work.

Between my legs, I felt a heatwave brewing. I wasn’t really doing anything for myself, but this was still making me shiver. I figured I may as well help myself out a little. So, I reached down with my left hand and started fingering my needy clit.

“I…” Priscilla was breathing heavily as I licked her all over. I tried to lick her own pussy a little. It tasted sweet, and it was so wet that when I connected my chin to it for a second, I came away like I’d run a faucet over my face. “I’m close!”

Okay. Shit. What are you supposed to do at this point? Do you have to train a little before you can effectively swallow cum? Was she going to cum as guys did? I didn’t know. So, instinctively, I was about to pull back.

She didn’t let me. She actually lifted one of her elegant legs, wrapped it around my head like a triangle submission hold (look it up) and pulled me in so far that her dick actually reached the back of my throat.

As she spasmed, I was deepthroating her. During my first, and maybe only, blowjob! Then it happened. She came. Admittedly, since her dick was so far in, I didn’t get to taste much of it, but she came so much that it was effectively like I had to gulp down hot water in order not to drown.

So, for a solid ten seconds, there I was. My forehead touching her pubes, my eyes closed because if they weren’t I’d be crying. Not because I was sad, but because of my gag reflex.

And I swear, it was like she was emptying herself in me. She just wouldn’t stop cumming! I swallowed it all though, and at a point, I pulled her closer because something came through my mind. What if I accidentally left cum on my clothes or something? I didn’t want people to start any rumors.

So, I did the best job I could, swallowing her jizz.

When she was finally done, her dick slid out of my mouth and I started coughing. She fell onto the closed stall door, I could see her legs nearly giving out. As she panted and I caught my breath, we just stared at each other.

I saw that there were still some fluids on her dick, which was now diminishing in size. I didn’t want her to get caught or anything either, so I crawled forward a little and started licking her shaft, trying to catch as much of my saliva and her leftover cum as I could.

Since it was just four inches now, flaccid, I took it all in my mouth again. She whined like she couldn’t physically go another round or something.

Then the door opened.

I froze. With her dick still fully in my mouth, my eyes turned to the bathroom door. Cara, our group classmate, was standing there with her jaw on the floor.

Neither of us did anything as she gasped and closed the door.

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Arabian Adventure Ch. 03

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My life in Syria was nearing the completion of its first year. Much I had learned during this time in terms of local customs, behaviour and cultural barriers. But one thing had certainly undergone a profound change: my personal perception of the Arab woman in her society and towards me in particular. Of course, encounters between men and women were not as easy and manifold as in the Western society. But when they happened, they climaxed in such an incredible amount of energy and unleashed a longing previously unknown for me. From the few sexual encounters that I had had with Syrian women I was able to gather that they were unparalleled in their amazing intensity.

So I did not regard women in this society as a strict taboo anymore but happily played their little games of flirtatious interchange, be it on the streets, in restaurants and cafés or in official meetings. Apart from opening some side doors when it came to gathering information or needing a special favour within the governmental sector, this behaviour rewarded me with some gorgeous smiles and little, unintentional touches of the hands. But of course this did not really satisfy my physical needs, but could only be seen as a nice interlude.

A major challenge and constant source of my special attention represented one of the secretaries of our office. Going by the beautiful name of Rabab, she was a grown woman of 34 years of age. However, her actual life style and behaviour would have been more that of a 22-year old. Unmarried for unknown reasons, she was very shy and hardly had any self-esteem. This stood in harsh contrast to my perception of her female attractiveness that she was obviously unaware of: petite but agile figure; rather slender body but with a nice, round ass; small but well-shaped breasts; short dark and full hair; big, round and trustful eyes; and perfect, shapely lips that originally must have been created exclusively for kissing.

However, she was obviously not aware of all those fine qualities that I gazed at every day in the office. I had tried various times to bring her out of her shell. While sometimes she seemed quite happy about my attention and my compliments and responded with flirtatious looks, sooner or later she would lose her confidence and simply let the advances from my side peter out. Although I seemed to detect more than once a deeply hidden spark of enthusiasm and passion in her, she seemed decided to fit into her self-prescribed role of the office’s grey mouse.

When spring time came around, her usual outfit got a little bit more freshened up. One day she came to work with a new, tight t-shirt that revealed the beautiful marble skin colour of her arms as well as a little of her neckline. Surprisingly, she answered to my positive comments with big smile. We had a coffee together and she told me about the pending marriage of her youngest sister. This meant for her that she would stay at home for good and take care of her mother – and she would not have to answer any more gnawing questions about her status as an unmarried woman. Office talk had it that she was in love with a family father and could therefore not consider marriage an option. Seemingly at great ease with this new development in her family, she teased me flirtatiously during our little break.

My spirits were heightened by our encounter and I drew new hope towards getting closer to her. But during the following days I saw her fall back into her same old routine of almost non-existing self-confidence; it was then that a plan started to form in the back of my mind. It could simply not fit in my head that a woman with such beauty and attractiveness could waste away her gifts like this! More and more I was convinced that the reason for this was nobody had actually ever proved to her what she was capable of as a woman – nobody had really brought out the femininity in her.

So I made up my mind: I would try to seduce her in the most pleasing and fulfilling way possible and show her what was really lurking deep down under her surface. A chance presented itself just one week later when she was summoned to accompany my to a meeting in Aleppo as my interpreter – my Arabic was certainly not good enough for conversation at technical level. When she started questioning the sense of her going with me – her usual attempt to sneak out – I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me: “Rabab, you know I always value your services as my interpreter. Without you I would be lost in those meetings, you know that.”

Still she tried to wiggle her way out: “But I am not really good at translating and I just don’t see much sense in me being there!”

I turned her around a little and looked her straight in the eye: “Rabab, there is something else I wanted to tell you. I was really glad to see you so happy just some days ago. Now you appear to have fallen back into your usual routine. We will make this trip to Aleppo a special one, I think you deserve a special treatment…”

“No, I don’t,” bağdatcaddesi escort she interrupted.

“Yes, you do! Now stop this putting yourself down all the time! You are attractive, you are beautiful and you have all it takes to be captivating woman – but you don’t make anything of it. Please give me a chance, just this one evening, and I will spoil you like nobody has ever done before.”

“But…,” she tried stubbornly to protest, but I cut her off.

“Just this one time, please. Let me guide you through a wonderful night, and you won’t regret anything, I promise.” I paused for a little while and searched her eyes. “Do we have a deal?”

She finally surrendered and her answer came as little more than a whisper: “Ok, fine, and I will not complain.” And with a smile half defeated and half proud she confirmed: “I promise.”

Three days later, we were on our way to Aleppo. As usual, she had organized the logistics and reserved us two hotel rooms in one of those wonderfully restored old town houses. Accepting my request for a king-size bed in a half-embarrassed, half-smiling manner, she had dutifully complied. We both did not quite now what to expect from our deal, that was more than clear. During the 4-hour ride in the car, we tried to ease the tension between us by doing small talk, which actually was quite pleasant; never before, I had seen her so blithe, easily laughing away and enjoying the ride and the conversation. Ever so often, our looks met for short intervals: the anticipation of what possibly lay ahead of us was clearly mounting.

Although I did not really know what to make of her behaviour, whether she actually and fully realized the extent of my intentions or not, I knew there was still a considerable chance that she might try to sneak out of our deal. In any way, I would not give her many chances for that. If she really did not want this to go forward, of course she could always move out; but if it was just for her sense of false embarrassment, I would know how to overcome this. My plans to seduce her were unshakable and my preparations were perfect.

We reached Aleppo even before sundown and checked in at the reception to be handed our individual keys. Before Rabab could disappear into her room, I took her aside.

“You remember our deal, don’t you?” Avoiding my direct look, she nodded. “I will make some more preparations and then I will be expecting you in my room at 8 o’clock, is that ok?”

It took her a moment to let my words sink in. She straightened herself and breathed deeply: “Ok, we have a deal and I will keep my promise. I trust that you know what you are doing and that you will be gentle with me.” By now, she looked me straight in the eye. Having made up her mind had obviously lifted some pressure and a hint of pride at herself showed itself in her eyes: “See you at 8.”

With those words, she left me standing in the entrance hall and walked off. This was the first time that I felt the cock in my pants stir at the potential evening entertainment. Until now, I was more worried about the doubtful outcome of this whole scenario, but now I knew it was going forward. With due foresight, I had jerked off in the morning under the shower in order not to get carried away by my own physical needs; this should actually turn out to have been a pretty wise move. I grabbed my bag and climbed up to the room to use the remaining time for my preparations.

At 5 to 8, everything was set the way I wanted it. This evening was unlike other encounters with any woman. Tonight, my own sexual pleasure was only second to what I really had in mind: the sensual seduction of a woman who I respected and who I wanted to take further than ever before in her life. I was going to pull every register to bring her out of her shell into the open, hot atmosphere of sex and passion. This room was to be the stage for her to reach heaven and to realize what it means to be a woman.

After answering her unmistakably shy knocking on my door, I opened and greeted Rabab with one of my happiest smiles. For the occasion, she had matched her habitual jeans with a tight top that left the shoulders bare; she had put on dark make-up that emphasized the oriental features of her face. When I bade her inside, she looked with disbelief at the result of all my preparations: dozens of small candles bathed the entire room in a romantic, warm sea of light; burning incenses converted the air into a sensual journey across the mists of time, when our hotel was home to important merchants along the Silk Road; low instrumental Arabic music provided the appropriate acoustic background. The patchwork cover was folded back from the bed and the erratic movement of the candle lights reflected on the white sheets. On the table next it, an array of different local dishes was waiting invitingly to be eaten.

“Wow,” was all Rabab managed to say. “You did all this for me? I mean, for us and for this evening?”

“I beykoz escort am certainly not expecting anybody else here tonight,” I replied, “and I think it is just about time that somebody gives you some reward and recognition for being such a beautiful and attractive woman.”

“I…, I don’t know what to say, really …” she started.

“Don’t say anything, Rabab, this evening is just for you to enjoy and to be cherished as a woman.” I motioned invitingly to the bed. “Now sit down and relax, I am sure you are hungry, right?”

With that, we took a seat on the bed, pulled the food table closer and heartily enjoyed our evening meal. With every bite, Rabab relaxed visibly and the tension between us gradually eased. After her initial reluctance, she allowed me to lead little bits of bread full of delicacies into her mouth. In the soft light of the candles, her features were strikingly beautiful and the movement of her lips while eating made me hold my breath. If my plan worked, by the end of the night these lips would be working joyfully on my cock.

I used our feeding game to repeatedly caress her cheeks, her neck and her cute nose. By the end of the meal, my one arm was embracing her warm shoulders and I was preparing for the next move: “You have been working very hard lately in the office. I am sure your shoulders and your back are craving for some relaxation to relieve all the tension. When was the last time you have been given a massage?”

Looking vaguely away from me, she replied with a shy giggle: “Believe it or not, I have never gotten a massage before.”

I was not really surprised. “What a shame, it really is. So this will be your first time tonight, and I am sure you will enjoy it. But of course you will have to take off your top for that…”

She hesitated for a moment, and then pulled it determinedly over her head. “Ok,” she smiled at me, “now what?”

I almost choked when I she unveiled her purple bra and presented such an amount of bare skin to me: “Err, just lie down on the bed, on your belly, and get nicely comfortable and relaxed. Yes, that looks good. Put your head to one side and take the arms down. Perfect! I have to open your bra now; otherwise I cannot really massage you. If anything I do makes you feel uneasy, just make some noise.”

I desperately tried to take my mind off the situation that presented itself in front of my eyes. Rabab, the object of my lust for so many months, was on my bed and waited to be massaged by me. And this should just be the beginning of an intensive night. Her skin shone with a golden touch and an aura of closeness filled the room. I reached for the drawer and took out the rose petals that I had prepared; their incredibly strong scent penetrated the air immediately. I spread them all around Rabab’s body and then began to run my fingers smoothly along her spine.

“I will take some oil now, don’t be alarmed,” I forewarned her. “Does that feel good until now? Do you like the smell of the roses?”

She nodded slightly and without opening her eyes, she showed a timid smile.

I warmed the massage oil in my hands and covered her back with it. Just the touch of her skin produced shivers of expectancy, and my groin started to fill with pressure. My anticipation rising, I tried to concentrate on the wonderful task of giving Rabab the first massage of her life, and I was determined to make her remember it for the rest of her life – just as the all other moments of the night.

My hands ran along her spine over her shoulders and up to her neck. The flesh of her arms was warm and soft, and with every new stroke she relaxed a little more. Her initial nervous trembling had given way to a comfortable pleasure, and she started to passively enjoy my movements on her body. Finally, when I came back over her arms and caressed the silky skin in her armpits, she gave a little sigh of consent to my caresses. This was just what I had waited and hoped for; I could move on with the next steps in my plan.

While skilfully massaging her neck muscles, which were actually in dire need of stress relief, I bowed down towards her head and kissed her on her ear. Since she made no efforts of pulling away, I became more daring, covering her cheek with soft kisses. Upon reaching the corner of her mouth, however, I diverted my attention and continued along her neck; a subtle shiver of goose bumps indicated that my caresses did not leave her totally cold.

My lips found their way back to down her spine. Pausing for a moment as I probingly let my fingers play along the base of her breasts, I continued downwards. Still, Rabab did not shift or indicate any uneasiness; so I continued with my kisses over her belt and on to the jeans covering her ass. “Can I take your jeans off and continue with my massage on your legs?” I asked, somewhat taken aback by my own boldness.

She did not reply, but with a motion of her body she signalled me that it was ok for her. caddebostan escort It appeared that my plan had worked: with my soft introduction I had taken away any fears or anxieties that she might have had. She was feeling contented in an atmosphere of warmth and trust, having lost her initial inhabitations towards being treated like a woman. It was not clear if it was me as a person or my behaviour towards her that made her relax and let the situation get hotter. Anyway, it did not really make a difference for what was to come next.

I pulled off her jeans to reveal an adorable purple slip around her shapely ass. Just looking at her lying there in her underwear caused my cock to swell forcefully in my pants; my wanting to fuck this gorgeous Arab woman increased by the second. Using some more of the oil, I started with my massage at her cute feet, slowly moving upwards. Her legs were smooth, all hair properly removed, and I almost burst with lust while looking at her slightly spread legs. Still trying to concentrate on my supposed task of massaging, I moved up her thighs. The feeling got so strong that I had to hold my breath.

When reaching her ass, my massaging unmistakably changed into a passionate kneading. Her cheeks were the objects of my desire and my hands slipped greedily beneath her underwear, aided by the wonderful slipperiness of the oil. Realising that I might be moving too fast, I was just about to pull back when I saw that Rabab was obviously quite taken with attention; possibly subconsciously, her hips were moving approvingly towards my touches.

This reaction encouraged me to wage the most crucial step: if I could get her to turn around and take off her slip, I knew she would be mine for the rest of the night – and she would give me a chance to fulfil her innermost sexual needs and desires. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, desperately trying to disguise the trembling in my voice: “Can you turn around? And keep your eyes closed, just feel and enjoy.”

My heart jumped when she simply did what I had told her. Without words, she fumbled with her already untied bra, while I pulled off her slip; she clearly had decided to let it happen. Unable to control my lecherous breathing, I sat next to her and spread the remaining rose petals over her naked body. The dark pink of the flowers stood in magnificent contrast to the marble colour of her flawless skin. She was even more beautiful than I ever imagined – the perfect body of a small but truly feminine woman.

“Don’t just sit there and watch me, it makes me embarrassed.” Her voice brought me back into reality and as if to confirm her words, she crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.

“Sorry, but I just couldn’t help admiring the beauty of your body. You are a truly wonderful woman, Rabab, even if you think differently.” I put a finger on her lips to prevent her from making any objections. “And if you let me, I will show what kind of passion and lust your breathtaking body is capable of doing. Now is your time to get spoiled by me.”

For the first time, I bent down to kiss her. Touching her lips was like falling into a ready-made, fluffy set of pillows and blankets in one of those luxurious hideaway hotels. Although remaining passive, Rabab welcomed my kiss and opened her lips slightly to let me in. My tongue reached out for every change of structure in her skin and lavishly covered her with my saliva. Her tongue was cold when receiving my touch, but my tip heated her mouth up in no time. I explored the depths of her until we were both completely out of breath. Her body had started to heat up.

This was just the game I had foreseen. I was expecting her to be passive, but there was no problem with that. Tonight was not about my own ego being heaved into heaven by a demanding woman, not at all. Tonight was all about gaining access to the beautiful woman hiding behind a façade of shyness, about getting her permission to let me please her and about bringing out all her feminine needs and desires. My own lust was only second to hers tonight; if my plan was continuing to work, by the end of the night I would have no reason to complain anyway.

I pulled back in order to undress, letting my shirt and jeans sink to the floor. My swollen cock stood out in my underwear and I had to accommodate it in order to lessen the pressure on my balls. Diverting my thoughts, I crawled up towards the top of the bed and accommodated Rabab’s head in my lap. Her breathing was regular, and she persistently kept her eyes closed as I had told her.

Stunned by the energy of her being so close to me, my hands reached out and with some more of the slippery oil, moved from her shoulders downwards; her tits were the object of my desire. They stood out marvellously shaped, small but perfectly round and with a light-brown nipple in the middle. Tenderly, I started massaging the base and moved slowly upwards. I could easily cup one tit with my hand, and exercising pressure on her chest in this way obviously excited Rabab. Almost imperceptibly she moved her body upwards, and I answered by circling and massaging her tits. I could have gone on with this routine for hours, had it not been for my look that was drifting further down her body.

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And I Danced Ch. 01

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Big Dick

Part one: For Charles

The attraction was there the first night I saw him. Something about this guy caught my eye in the crowded noisy room. I found myself drawn back to his face many times through the evening. He had intensity in his eyes that just spoke without words. I usually don’t even notice the men in this place sometimes it is hard enough being here myself and I question why I would be here.

Dancing is a job that is at times a pleasure. I have to close my eyes and take myself away from the club and its patrons nearly every time I step on the stage. Learning to look through the men while they think I am looking at them was a necessity for me. Some of the girls love the play they love the tease quick frankly I love the money and the music.

It was the first Saturday of the month the night I did the shower scene. It was very popular and always brought big tips. Once I found a way to put a shower and a wet tee shirt together on the stage I knew it was going to be a good thing for me. A woman’s body all wet, braless with a clingy white tee shirt and strobe lights and a little liquor always seemed to seduce the entire room. Some nights it was a difficult set for me because it was hard for me to get into it. Not tonight.

Naughty moves and nasty ideas omitting from bedroom eyes were all part of the dance all the while looking blindly at the faces looking back at me. He just silently demanded my attention.

My first set was a dance to the song Holy Water by Bad Company. I liked the strong pounding beat. The red and black leather lace up bodice and matching red leather g-string was always a hit I love the smell of leather and the feel of it against my flesh. Black thigh high stockings and 5- inch heels made my 5 ft. tall body have the illusion of towering power.

The 10 tables that were pressed against the stage were always occupied and they were usually occupied by the loudest most crude men in the club, it is as if they had to be up close to ensure they were seen and heard. The stage is wood, horseshoe shaped and equipped with tiny lights in the walking portion to add visually pleasant illusion. There is a burgundy drape running across the back and sides of the stage made of some tacky velvet material.

On the other side of the room in a loft is where JJ works he is a wonderful DJ and announcer always so enthusiastic almost like it is his first night of working at the club he made the mood. I spend a lot of my break time visiting with JJ and trying to answer his question, “What the hell are you doing here Cherry?” I am still trying to find the answer. I only offer a smile and a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass to my friend.

Holy Water began pounding through the speakers as I entered the stage from the side the red and white strobe lights flickering around me, this is about the time I close everyone out, everyone and everything except the music but tonight I closed it all out except his face. About 45 seconds on stage with my back to the room while hips swayed and a seductive tuzla escort look back over the shoulder I began loosening the laced bodice. Taking a slow step down each of the 5 steps from the stage I began to work the room.

The man at the oval table carefully pulled the bodice strings loosening them as I held the two sides together to cover my breasts I walked over to the small two seat table opened the bodice and lifted my breasts cupping them with my hands pinching my nipples for affect while my body continued to keep rhythm with the music. Every now and then I would look over and see his face.

Jenna walked out when her music began and I freshened up in the dressing room. It would be about 30 minutes until my next set. What surprised me a bit was I actually was feeling a little aroused that was a rare occurrence doing my job. His dark eyes and brown hair stood out as did his lips. He seemed so serious and withdrawn yet he seemed to be able to demand my attention and certainly my imagination, which was in high gear. I slipped the robe off laying it on the back of the chair and put on my costume.

The purple one- piece silk teddy snapped at the crotch for easy removal. It was backless and a little skirt hung and barely covered my ass. The front had a collar, which snapped in back and a V shape front flowing into the skirted portion. Purple fishnet stockings and calf high leather boots. The music; I Touch Myself one of my favorites to listen to and to dance to. Tonight I would find myself doing just that.

My shoulder length auburn hair tickled my shoulders in a stimulating way and I was very aware of how hard my nipples were poking into the silk I could also feel the dampness between my legs and increasing by the second. As soon as I saw him again I was aroused.

The lights came on black and purple flashes of light the room still pretty dark. Leaning against the pole and my arms extended above my head my hands on the pole I began moving my body with the music. Sliding down the length of the pole never letting go I was on the floor legs parted and hips lifting seductively. The whistles brought me back to the room when my hands let go of the pole and reached behind my knees lifting my legs and spreading them wider and then sliding down until I was lying on the floor.

Running my hands along the inside of my thighs as they split touching the floor flexibility always seems to liven the crowd. In my routine I never touched my pussy but tonight I did. I began tapping against my clit and felt the jolts shoot right through my body. The crowd noise seemed to encourage me for a change. I imagined his face and what his eyes might look like. My fingers pressed a bit more firmly against the silk material of the teddy.

The louder the crowd got it seemed to feed what ever this mood was. With my back arched and my ass pressed hard against the floor one finger moved the silken crotch to the side and slid along the folds of my pussy and it was indeed wet. When the music ended göztepe escort I was far too aroused to be embarrassed and far too horny. Even JJ boomed out his approval and slight shock. I could not even bring myself to look over and see his face.

“What the fuck am I doing?” the words spewed out across the room. The other girls just laughed and joked about my apparent mood tonight. Marcy walked over to me cupped her hand over my pussy and smiled. She did not say a word she just leaned over and bit down on my bottom lip flicked her tongue out and then turned to walk away.

To get ready for my last dance and close up the club I had to head to the shower. I took the bottle of baby oil and dousing my skin rubbing it across every inch in order to create a shimmer in the stage lights then rubbed a little bit into my hair. First I put the flesh color g-string on and then I put on the cut off pair of jeans shorts with the ass cut out of them. The last thing was the white men’s cotton tee shirt.

It took a lot of convincing to get the management to set up for this dance but after the first time there was no more discussion it brought in the crowd on the first Saturday of every month. The small portable shower was like any other but wider cut and no door. It had lighting on the top and the floor portion. The faucet was designed to trickle water rather than spray. The amplifiers created the illusion in the room of more water than there was. My mood had changed and I was ready for this set and then to sleek out of this place.

The song; Sex Me, a great R&B tune. Nice slow seductive. The shower is rolled out on stage the bottom drain in place and the water begins to trickle out. It always amazes me how quiet the room gets. As I walk out on stage I can’t help but look over and see if he is there. I did not see him and instantly began to feel badly.

I walked over to the shower stepped inside and was startled by the coolness of the water. Facing the faucet a side view to the audience I began my dance. My head against the shower wall back arched out away pressing my tummy out running my hands up and down my stomach feeling the clothing becoming saturated.

Turning pressing against the back wall putting my back to the audience I closed my eyes once more trying to get into the mood for this number. The song is lengthy and very slow and seductive tune. Pressing my self out away from the wall my arms holding my body my legs began moving with the tune. Bending one knee slowly moving my hip to the side then changing to the other back and forth.

Stepping back from the wall putting my hands under the tee shirt and on my breasts excited the room. My back was still turned to them but it was obvious what I was doing. Still bending the knees, swinging the hips but adding the gyrating motions of the pelvis. Slowly turning around facing the room I caught glimpse of him. He had moved to a stage table. All the previous feelings returned in an instant. My eyes seemed to lock on his and he seemed to look üsküdar escort right through me.

Unbuttoning the shorts tucking both thumbs in a belt loop and pulling them open I continued dancing. The water running down the shorts onto my skin aroused me more.

Slowly I let the shorts come down past the hips, then the thighs, across my knees and to the floor. I stepped out of them and turned my back to the room and with my legs parted bent to pick them up. I tossed them out of the shower toward the back area of the stage.

Like fucking the air my body movements mimicked sex. The glimmer on my body from the baby oil and water seemed to be a fascinating combination to the group. Slowly lifting the tee shirt above my breasts exposing the erect nipples then turning my back to the stage once more

Lifting the tee shirt over my head then ringing it out as best I could I turned and tossed it out into the room. The flesh color g-string was al that was left. With a hand on each ass cheek I moved my body to the beat of Sex Me like I was floating in a pool with gentle waves. My hands covered most of my body during this dance and I was enjoying it this time. Even wet, I could feel that special kind of wetness now kissing my thighs I could feel my clit when I put my legs together I knew it was so engorged and hard.

The lights slowly dimmed until the room was dark. The music stopped. The sound of the running water through the speakers was all that could be heard. I stepped from the shower and behind the curtain. When the lights came back on, I was gone, the shower was gone and nothing remained on the stage but a pair of cut off jean shorts.

“Let’s hear it for Ms. Cherry.” JJ’s voice boomed out. JJ said his normal goodnight everyone and commented on how hot the girls were tonight and that he was headed to the bar to have some of what ever I had sampled that night.

I could not bring myself to go out and see if the man was still there. I decided my horny body should go home, alone. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt along with a pair of sandals, gathered my stuff up in my bag and headed to the back exit.

The drive home was long and in total silence I did not even have the CD player going as usual. I stepped inside the house and walked to my room without turning on a light undressed, and climbed into bed.

I found myself lightly rubbing the lips of my pussy they were swollen and sensitive. I knew if I pressed past them how wet I was and how the juices would just flow. Masturbation wasn’t new to me but the feelings tonight were like new. Putting my feet on the headboard I slid up almost touching it with my ass.

I began rubbing slowly with the flat part of two fingers pressed against my clit. I could feel my skin becoming warm and clammy. Lifting my hips from the bed I stroked my clit faster and my orgasm pounded through my body and more quickly than normal. Bringing myself there 4 or 5 more times I began to relax.

After cleaning up a little I retuned to my bed. Fell asleep while slowly rubbing my nipples and feeling the cool early morning air on my skin. The last thing I remember seeing was his piercing eyes they held all the secrets and I wanted him to whisper them in my ear soon.

More to come

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Serving My Roommate and Her Friend Ch. 03

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Amateur

As exhausted as I was I couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. I was far too horny to stay asleep for any significant stretch. It was hard to get comfortable in the first place and when I did fall asleep it wasn’t long before I woke up humping the bed. By 8am I realized it wasn’t worth trying to sleep any more, I might as well get up and use this time. There was dried cum all over my chest and stomach, I needed to start with a shower.

I had barely gotten into the bathroom when I realized my cock was already standing at attention, this was going to be a long day. I hopped into the shower trying to use the hot water to relax myself. Instead my hands had a mind of their own. I rubbed and pinched my nipples as I cleaned my chest and my dick had probably never been cleaner with how much attention I gave it. I was thorough when washing my ass as well. I even tickled my hole with the end of a soapy finger. All of this could have been a lot more fun if I were allowed to release some tension.

At least I was clean now. Maybe a quick shot of cold water will at least let me think straight for a little while. Turning down the temperature I yelped at the cold but my dick did calm down some, it wasn’t fully soft but it wasn’t sticking straight out either.

I toweled dry and went back to my room to get dressed. I threw on some boxers, gym shorts, and a t-shirt, my usual lazy day-in attire.

On my way downstairs I passed Katie’s room. Her door was still shut so I put my ear to it. It sounded like she was still sleeping, must have been nice to have a big orgasm and then roll over to sleep. I wanted to go in and watch her sleep but held off.

I continued to the kitchen, I wanted to give Katie something nice when she woke up. I started a pot of coffee and then looked though what I could make for breakfast, she deserved a feast. I started by frying up some bacon, the small must have made its way up to Katie’s room because before too long I heard her stirring upstairs. Next I prepared some pancakes and scrambled eggs. I was just finishing the last pancake when I heard Katie come down the stairs.

I looked at my gorgeous roommate turned lover. No, “lover” seemed more intimate than our current situation, she was the boss and I was just the pet.

She was just wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of panties. The shirt came down low enough to make it appear that she wasn’t wearing anything else most of the time. This was definitely less than her usual lazy day attire.

“Good morning, Miss…”

“What’s going on here?” She cut me off sternly.

“Oh, uh, I made breakfast, I thought…”

“That part is clear, and it smells great, but I want to know why the fuck you’re wearing clothes.”

I stared at her in confusion as she walked up to me. She took the spatula out of my hand and pulled my shirt over my head.

“In this house you will always be naked unless explicitly told otherwise.”

“Oh, I didn’t know”

She pointed to my shorts. I quickly pushed them down.

“And you’re wearing boxers! Even when you’re allowed to put clothes on it will rarely include underwear.”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Katie, this is all so new.” I slipped my boxers off as well.

Her eyes softened and she put her hand on my cheek, “it’s new for all of us. But now that you know this rule I expect it to be followed at all times.”

“Of course, Miss Katie. May I ask? Are there other rules I should know?”

“Don’t come and don’t wear clothes are the big ones so far. Others will come in time. I’m sure Miss Caroline has some ideas for you,” she looked off in thought, “for both of us, I guess…”

I turned back to the stove in time to save the rest of the food from burning as the mention of Miss Caroline made me drift off in thought too. Her sexy toes and their shiny black nail polish popped into my head. How could a pair of feet, even a pair as perfect as Miss Caroline’s, take control of me like that? Why are they the first thing I think about? Her big tits, her round ass, her knowing smile. Any of those would make more sense. But I guess it wasn’t about sense it was about instinct. And my instinct now was to serve Miss Caroline and that service started with me at her feet.

I finished making breakfast and brought it to the table. Katie had poured herself some coffee and was waiting for her food. I put the serving plates in front of her plate on the table.

“This looks delicious, pet, I’ll take some of everything,” she said as she leaned back in her chair and sipped her coffee.

Realizing what she wanted I took her plate and served her some pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon.

“Oh, the syrup,” I ran back into the kitchen to get the bottle of real maple syrup I had been warming in some hot water. I placed it next to her and turned to move to my seat when Miss Katie’s hand reached out quickly and grabbed my cock, pulling me back to her.

“You should stay right here next to me at the ready in case I need anything else.”

She stroked my cock to its fullness. I closed suadiye escort my eyes as a moan escaped my mouth. She kept stroking.

“Remember, don’t you dare even think about coming.”

She let go of my cock and focused on her meal. I stood silently next to her, my cock yearning for attention. Every few bites she’d give me a few more strokes. She got a little pre-cum on her hand and without a word just lifted it towards my mouth, I bent down and cleaned it for her.

“Good boy,” and she went back to eating.

When she finished she leaned back in her chair content. “Mmm, that was great pet. I could get used to this. You’ve got me thinking about the other ways you can serve around here that don’t just involve your tongue,” she sipped her coffee, “oh but speaking of that tongue…” Miss Katie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her.

I scurried under the table to her feet. She wiggled her toes but kept her feet on the floor. I bent down low on all fours with my ass in the air and kissed each toe. I worked my way up one foot placing small kisses all along its top. I got to her ankle and continued up her leg kissing over and over. When I reached her knee I switched legs and worked back down the same way. I could still taste a hint of the orange-flavored massage oil from last night. Arriving back at her toes I gave each a kiss again.

Katie was enjoying herself and she never took her eyes off of me. “Oh, you still haven’t had anything to eat, have you pet? You must be famished.” She took the bottle of syrup and poured some into a bowl. She dipped her finger into it and licked it clean, “mmm, delicious.” She put the bowl on the floor next to her feet and dipped a toe into it.

She barely had to offer it to me before I devoured her toe. The syrup was sticky and thick and required some passionate sucking to clean it from her toe. By the time I was done with one toe her other foot was in front of me dripping with syrup. I lapped at her toe getting all I could before putting it in my mouth to suck clean. And once again another toe was waiting for me.

We continued like this for a little while until Katie managed to coat the ball of one foot with the sticky sweetness. I held her foot in my hand and licked the entire sole up and down. It was a lot of work to get every last bit of syrup from it but it was worth every moment.

All this time Katie just watched me. Her hands rested on her thighs and while she was clearly turned on she didn’t touch herself at all. Her nipples were straining her shirt and I could see her panties getting wet, but still she just watched me kiss and lick her feet.

Finally she used a foot under my chin to lift my eyes to hers, “mmm, that was very nice pet, thank you. You clearly like worshiping my feet.”

“Yes I do, thank you for the privilege, Miss Katie.”

“It is a privilege. Simply being allowed in my presence is a privilege.” Katie’s phone buzzed, she looked at it and continued, “and it looks like soon there will be some new privileges around here. Miss Caroline says she’s ‘looking forward to seeing her baby girl and her pet.’ She’ll be here tomorrow after work. It won’t be long now before that tongue will lick this pussy.” Miss Katie rubbed herself through her panties.

“I can’t wait to have that honor.”

“If I’m being honest, pet, I’m nervous about the idea of licking her pussy, I’ve never done anything like that before. But Miss Caroline is very beautiful and she has a commanding presence. And if that’s the price it costs to be able to open my legs and have you make me come whenever I want, it will be worth it.”

Katie grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to her pussy. My nose was about an inch away and I took a deep breath. Her aroma was intoxicating.

“Breathe it in, pet.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. “So eager, you want to lick it right now.”

I really did. Thoughts of Miss Caroline were the only thing to keep me from diving in.

“What if I did this?” Katie pulled her panties to the side and left me dangerously close to her glistening lips. Her smell was even stronger. I could have easily stuck my tongue out and flicked across her clit.

“I… I can’t, Miss Katie, I’m sorry.”

She slid her fingers up and down her plump lips and pulled them apart giving me an intimate view of her lovely pussy.

“Just a little taste…” she pushed her wet fingers into my mouth and I greedily sucked them clean. I licked my lips and savored her taste.

Katie then made a move thrusting her pelvis toward me, in a panic I fell backward and almost hit my head on the underside of the table.

Katie chucked at me, “good boy. Miss Caroline will be pleased.” Another test.

Katie slipped off her wet panties and hung them around my neck before she got up from the table. “I hope your breakfast isn’t too cold now, you know, if you’re still hungry,” she laughed, “I’m going to the gym, I’ll be back in a few hours. I want this place clean when I get back.”

I sat there yakacık escort under the table just enjoying her scent. Katie bounced upstairs and a few minutes later bounced back down in gym clothes. With nothing more than a chuckle I could only assume was about me she was out the door.

I finally realized how hungry I was and sat down at the table to eat. I had a feeling I’d need my energy. Afterwards I cleaned up the mess from breakfast and moved on to the rest of the house. I checked online to find good ways to finish cleaning the cum in the living room from yesterday’s fun, hopefully it wasn’t too late. Since I had time before Miss Katie would return I decided to tidy up around the house. It was a little weird doing all of this naked, most of the time with a hard cock thanks to the panties around my neck and the musky scent coming from them.

I was just finishing putting clean sheets on Miss Katie’s bed when I heard the front door open. I went downstairs to find Miss Katie sitting in the living room. She had clearly skipped the shower after her workout, her skin was glistening.

“Ah what a great workout.”

“It sure looks like you worked up a good sweat.”

“That I did,” she said looking down at herself, “get me a Gatorade.”

I got a cold one from the fridge and brought it to Miss Katie.

“I need to get out of these sweaty gym clothes but I barely have the energy to move,” Miss Katie said in a way that made it clear she was giving me an order.

I sat on the floor in front of her and started by taking off her shoes followed by her socks.

Katie shoved her feet into my face, “they must smell worse now.”

I breathed in her earthy scent, “I wouldn’t say ‘worse’, Miss Katie, just… ‘stronger’. In an intoxicating way.”

She dropped her feet into my hands and I massaged them for a few minutes while she finished her drink. When she was satisfied she put her feet on the ground and spread her legs. I crawled up to the couch between them and took a hold of her gym pants, slipped them under her ass, and pulled them off her legs. I did the same with her panties. She sat up and I pulled her tank top over her head, followed by her sports bra

“Thank you, pet, you’re a good boy.” Even the slightest praise filled me with pride. “Looks like you did a good job cleaning up around here too, even got the cum we left behind. You deserve a reward.”

Since I couldn’t come I knew it wouldn’t be the reward I really wanted. I was worried about how much of a reward it would even be.

“Lay down on your back in the middle of the room.”

Katie grabbed herself a pillow and laid down next to me on her side. She looked down at my cock standing straight up.

“Nice to see that thing is already ready to go. Has it been hard like that all day?”

“Pretty much. At least since you came down for breakfast, Miss Katie.”

“Aww, isn’t that sweet. I know a few fun things you can do with a hard dick.”

Miss Katie took my dick in her hand and started playing with it. She wasn’t stroking it but it still felt nice. She found a bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip, took it with her finger, and brought it to my mouth. I eagerly sucked it clean.

“That’s so damn hot. Can you believe it was only a day ago that I had to force you to clean up your messes?”

“It feels like another lifetime.”

Miss Katie leaned down and kissed me deeply. Even with all the things we had done recently this was our most intimate moment. As our tongues danced I felt her wrap her hand around my dick and start stroking it. I moaned into her mouth. She wasn’t stroking very fast but I was so horny and my dick was so sensitive I feared it wouldn’t take much.

Katie repositioned herself so that my mouth was lined up with her tits. They were still sweaty from her workout and I was happy to lick them. Katie spit in her hand and used it to lube my dick as she started stroking faster. It was getting harder to concentrate on her lovely chest but I did my best, sucking and nibbling on her nipples and kissing her tits all over.

Kate picked up the pace. She found some more pre-cum leaking and this time smeared it on her nipples. I got to lick up my drippings as I worshiped her tits. She snuggled herself in close to me ensuring I could feel her warmth. She laid a leg across mine and slid it up and down, her skin was so smooth. I placed my hand on her thigh and caressed it. I could feel myself getting close now. I let her nipple fall from my mouth, “please stop, Miss Katie.”

“You don’t want me to stroke your cock?”

“Of course I do but you’re going to make me come.”

“And you don’t want to come?”

“I desperately want to but you know I’m not allowed. I don’t want to disobey Miss Caroline!”

“No we couldn’t have that.”

Katie let go of my dick and it throbbed a couple of times. I laid there with my eyes closed just breathing trying to get myself under control. Katie lightly played with my nipples.

“Good boy. But I think we can get closer.”

My şerifali escort eyes shot open. Closer?!?

Some more spit and she grabbed my cock again. She started at a medium pace this time. I tried to just focus on not coming but Katie rubbed some more pre-cum on her nipple and dropped it into my mouth again. I couldn’t help but suck on it as she stroked faster. She added a twist to her stroke. I held out for a few minutes at this pace though it felt much longer. I tried pulling my cock from her but she never let go.

Finally I screamed, “stop, stop, stop, stop…”

Katie gave me one last stroke before letting go. My cock throbbed over and over and dripped pre-cum on my belly.

“Don’t come,” Katie said in a singsong voice. She collected all the pre-cum she could find and fed it to me. Sucking her fingers clean just made me want to come even more.

Katie only let me recover for a minute before wrapping her hand around my cock again. She stroked my dick hard and fast.

“Don’t come…”

After a dozen strokes she let go of my cock and rubbed my balls.

“Don’t. Come.”

My hips involuntarily made little thrusts hoping to connect my dick with something to help push me over the edge but there was nothing but air. Miss Katie just laughed at my predicament.

She repeated this pattern over and over. Giving my cock a dozen or so fast strokes to bring me to the edge then letting go and watching it throb and drip. Of course any pre-cum that leaked out was fed to me. Sometimes she’d let me recover between strokes, other times she’d barely take a breath before bringing me to the edge again.

After a torturous hour or so (that felt like a day) and being pushed to the edge more times than I could count Miss Katie let me really rest between stroking sessions. I was worried this meant something big was coming. As I laid there with my eyes closed trying to calm down any way I could Miss Kaite ran her hands along my body.

She started simply with a few basic strokes before she brought her hand to my mouth.

“Spit.”

I gave her as much as I could muster. I still had her panties around by neck, she lifted the crotch of them up onto my nose. The small of her arousal from this morning was intoxicating. She started stroking my dick very slowly using my spit as lube. But she sped up with each stroke. After a long buildup she got back to a fast pace again. I was moving my hips all around trying to get away but she had a strong grip on my cock.

“Don’t come.”

She stroked faster.

“DON’T COME.”

She stroked faster still

“DON’T! COME!”

“Then please stop!”

“No.”

She continued stroking. I really didn’t know if I could take much more. In desperation I grabbed her wrist to slow her down. Her free hand reached out and slapped the head of my dick.

“Fuck!”

“Don’t you dare!” she slapped me again, “all you’re allowed to do is lay there and not come. Sit on your hands.”

I let go and slipped my hands under my ass. She put her hand under my mouth for more spit and then went right back to quickly stroking me. The pain of the slaps had softened my dick some but her stroking had me rock hard again.

I was right back in the same predicament as I was before I grabbed her arm but now I was worried she just wouldn’t stop. Worried that I would disappoint Miss Caroline but also excited at the idea of finally being able to come. She moved her thumb so it rubbed on the underside of my head with each stroke. I could feel my cum starting to rise.

“Don’t come.”

But I desperately wanted to come. Even the thought of Miss Caroline could barely hold me back.

“I’m so close! I’m about to come!” I gave in to my animalistic needs, “oh god please let me come!”

Miss Katie stopped stroking immediately. I thrust my hips in the air but there was nothing to help me over, “just one more stroke, please!”

Miss Katie laughed as she squeezed the base of my cock with one hand and with her other hand squeezed my balls and pulled them down. I stared at my cock as it throbbed in her hand. The feeling that I was about to come never went away but I didn’t get release either. More pre-cum leaked out but no actual cum. I was sitting right on the edge of an orgasm and couldn’t get over, Miss Katie was holding me there expertly. It was an exhilarating and terrible sensation. Like knowing you’re about to have the world’s biggest sneeze but it won’t happen no matter what you do. Eventually she let go and we watched my cock twitch as she ran her fingers around the area collecting pre-cum.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be able to stop that time.”

“At the end I didn’t want to.”

“I know, that was very bad of you,” she teased, “but you didn’t come, Miss Caroline will be happy.”

“Thank you for stopping me, Miss Katie.”

“It was my pleasure, pet.”

She brought her hands to my mouth so I could clean the pre-cum from them.

“Did you ever think you’d be thanking a beautiful woman for not letting you come?”

“No,” I laughed, my body still shaking from being so close, “but I never thought any of the last day and a half would happen.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Katie laughed, “would you change anything that’s happened so far?”

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Blowjob

A fight with Allan leads Roseline into the arms of her two best friends

Warning: There is bisexual sex, and group sex in this story.

***********

We fight, my boyfriend Allan and I. We have tremendous fights, often over silly things, and eventually we make up. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, it is. The make-up sex is wonderful.

This last fight, however, was especially brutal. I guess Allan has anger issues. I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no. Allan has never laid a hand on me in anger and I’m sure he never would. I am most definitely not a battered woman, and if Allan tried anything like that I would leave him in seconds. He knows that, at least on an intuitive level.

So, the fight was not physical, but it was brutal nevertheless. I had suggested Allan seek therapy for his anger issues. I had told him it probably stemmed from his childhood, maybe something about his relationship with his parents growing up and KABLOUIE! I had stepped on a landmine, and I suspect his shouting was heard in at least six of our neighboring apartments. It’s embarrassing, you know.

It was Allan’s apartment. He rented it and I had sort of moved in with him. I still had my own apartment, a few blocks away. I was not ready to commit myself by definitively giving up my apartment and moving in with Allan. I continued to pay rent on my apartment just for the reason of being independent. I was always a bit leery of Allan’s problem with his temper.

Allan stormed out of the apartment. I knew where he was going. Allan is, if anything, predictable. He headed off, no doubt, to his favorite sports bar. I know what you’re thinking: he’d get drunk, get in a fight, and I’d be going either to the ER or to the jail to bail him out, right? Wrong again. Drink makes some people bellicose, but it doesn’t for Allan. Drink combined with the distraction of sports on television calms the man down.

So, I knew Allan was going to be okay. It wasn’t Allan that concerned me; it was me: Roseline. Liquor doesn’t help in my case. Eating doesn’t help. Meds (like Xanax) in general don’t help. None of the usual venues people use to calm down when upset help, in my case, except of course, for time. Typically, I’d be okay in a few days.

Except for this time. This time was different. Allan had crossed a line. People say things in anger at times that they regret saying. It happens. It probably happens a lot. The thing is, when people cross that line, saying things they really shouldn’t, it tells you something. At least, that’s what I think. What they really think, deep down in their inner being, reveals itself, if — through the shouting and emotional turbulence — you are aware enough at the time to see it.

Once you see it, though, it’s horrible, because you can’t un-see it. It’s there, and it will stay there, and it will always be there, and you either have to live with it always in your consciousness, or cut bait and run. There are no other options. All this appeared clearly in my head as if it were a blinding flash of light.

It was at that moment, minutes after Allan had slammed the door and left, that I knew we were over. I suddenly realized it had always been there, it had been present in all of our fights, lurking just under the surface. I had never wanted to see it, but in this last fight it had peaked out from under the rugs of nasty verbiage emanating from his mouth and it was said explicitly. It was said only once, fleetingly, then covered up again, but only once was enough.

Allan had contempt and hatred for who I was, where I came from, and in short, my social class. Allan had contempt for me because I was raised poor. I was, too. I grew up in poverty. I wasn’t proud of my background, but I sure as hell wasn’t ashamed of it, either. Allan had shown his inner self, his true id if you will, and it was ugly. More than ugly, it was something I could not live with. Allan was a racist.

More than just being a racist, which is bad enough in and of itself if one is Black, was that Allan’s sexual desire for me was due to my skin color, and all that that represents. He found it sexy that his regular squeeze was black. It wasn’t really fucking me that he liked, even if I always tried to make it as good as possible for him, it was fucking his ‘black sexpot,’ as he called me.

I took my lithe, young body, with my perfect, unblemished skin, and my love box that lubricated on a dime, and my naked body that drove Allan nuts, especially when he drove me to a climax which was every bleeping time, and I dressed myself. I found my few treasures that I had at his apartment, and emotionally said goodbye to my clothes that I kept at Allan’s, which were too much to carry.

*********

I texted Jim and Ally, my two closest friends. We met at Popeyes. They had been urging me to leave Allan for a long time. They were thrilled I was finally doing it.

“Where’s Allan now?” Jim asked.

“At his favorite sports bar, I’m sure. You know the one,” bağdatcaddesi escort I replied.

“He’ll come to your apartment you know,” Amy said.

“I know; I won’t be there,” I said.

“He’ll find you, you know that,” Jim said.

“No, he won’t,” I said. “Not this time.”

“Look, Roseline. You’re the prettiest black woman in Indianapolis. You’re recognized everywhere you go. Half the men in Indy want to take you to bed. I hate to speak in clichés, but here I go: you can run, but you can’t hide. Not you,” Jim said.

“Jim’s right, Roseline,” Ally said.

“I know you’re both right,” I said, “And that’s why I’m leaving town. When I’m settled, would you be willing to send me my stuff from my apartment?”

“You can’t leave town! What about us and your other friends?” Ally exclaimed, and she really did look upset, and sad.

“I know Ally, but it’s the only way. I’ve thought this through,” I said.

We sat in silence for a while. Jim and Ally, who were just friends, not a couple (well, they were friends with benefits, if you know what I mean), both looked very sad.

“Well, you’re better off without him. Sooner or later he was going to beat you,” Ally said.

“No, he would never have done that,” I said.

“Where are you going?” Jim asked.

“You can tell nobody. If you do, Allan will find out. You can tell nobody at all, and you have to swear, okay?”

They both swore, and then I made them swear again, and then a third time. I grabbed a napkin, covered what I was writing, and wrote NYC on it and gave it to them.

“My bus leaves in two hours. The trip is 20 to 21 hours long. I got a new phone so Allan can’t track me. I’ve texted a friend, and he’ll put me up for a few days until I’m on my feet,” I said.

“He?” Jim asked, and I noticed Ally kicked him. God, I love that woman. I’ll miss her.

“You mind works in the gutter, Jim,” I said. “He’s an old friend from college. No worries.”

Ally and I went to college together; that’s how we became friends. I met Jim in Indy, thanks to Ally. “Who’s the friend? Do I know him?” she asked.

“You know him. He’s Bob. Bob Jackson,” I said.

Ally raised one eyebrow. She was really good at that; she could arch an eyebrow up to the ceiling. It always made me giggle and I did. I giggled for the first time since leaving Allan’s apartment.

“You’ll have to compensate him,” Ally said. I knew what she meant. No doubt she was right.

“He said he’s glad to help a friend. He’s not asking for money,” I replied.

“You know the kind of compensation I mean,” Ally said. “You okay with that?”

Jim had not been following, but suddenly he understood. His eyes got wide.

I didn’t answer Ally’s question. There was no way I was going to tell anyone that I was, in fact, looking forward to giving Bob some compensation for his New York hospitality. I’d always had a thing for him, but in college I dated only Black men. Had I enjoyed Bob’s “hospitality,” I would have been disowned by all of my friends.

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

Jim had always been totally correct with me. After all, I was Allan’s girl; but when he and Ally took me to the bus station in their car, things changed. Ally and I hugged and kissed goodbye. Ally surprised me by giving me a kiss on the lips that was an eight or nine on a ten-point sexy scale. I never would have suspected Ally, but hey, she can do no wrong in my book, and if that’s how she feels, and if she’s a little AC/DC, more power to her.

I guess AC/DC is a term my parents used. Today she would simply be called bi. I had no idea until that very moment. Well, good for her, I say.

Then Jim said goodbye. Whoa! His kiss made me wet, and when he felt up my boobs through my clothes, I didn’t stop him. Then he felt my ass and pulled me flush against him, while our tongues got acquainted. I could feel his erection.

I pulled away from him, flushed and amazed at the sexual desire I felt. It was weird. The two of them had always been friends, good friends, but only friends. I had loved them, sure, but there was nothing sexual about it. Now suddenly, I knew I was wet, and I was consumed with desire. I felt it welling up inside me, unsettling me, driving me wild.

“Change of plans,” I said. I traded my tickets in for the next day, sent a text to Bob telling him of my new arrival date, and went on my phone and reserved a room at the downtown Marriott.

I checked in alone and texted Jim and Ally the room number. It’s a standard precaution. If the three of us had checked in together, it would be assumed I was a black prostitute they had hired. Jim and Ally were middle class whites, and they strolled into the Marriott unmolested and went straight to my room.

It was awkward at first with the three of us in the room. Nobody knew what to do. “Let’s pretend we’re at the bus station again, and you’re saying goodbye,” I said.

“Roseline, you don’t know this, but I love beykoz escort you,” Ally said.

“I love you, too,” Jim quickly added. “Ally and I have never met a woman like you before,” Jim said.

“You need to get out more,” I said, and thank goodness they both smiled.

Ally came over to me, crying, and said, “I’m going to miss you, Ros. We both are,” and she hugged me. This was not a goodbye hug, it was not a hug of friendship, it was an I-want-sex-with-you hug. We continued to hug, and kiss, and Ally’s hands went to my ass.

Depending probably on what region of Africa your ancestors came from, some Black women, even if they’re thin, have these prominent behinds that stick out behind them, perfectly curved, and even compelling to men whose taste runs that way. There’s plenty of Black men who love women with asses like that, and probably — although I personally don’t know — they like to fuck a girl up her ass, too. Well, maybe I do know, actually. Some of those men dated me in college.

I’m one of those Black women with a prominent, perfectly curved ass, and a thin body to go with it. My boobs are a little big for my body, but still not too big, and I have huge, dark areolas and gigantic nipples. Either you like it, or you don’t. Allan worshipped my body and — truth be told — I enjoyed being worshipped. What girl wouldn’t? Allan never tried to fuck my ass, though. My ass is virgin when it comes to white men, but if Allan had wanted it, I doubt I would have denied it to him. I never denied Allan anything. I was his little, Black, submissive. He’ll miss me, I’m sure.

Ally’s hands were all over my ass while we kissed ‘goodbye.’ Suddenly she pulled away and she unsnapped my skinny jeans. Jim helped her and my pants and panties came right off. I was naked below the waist, and my two best friends were seeing my pussy and my naked ass for the first time.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this, but there was no time for reflection because Ally was all over me, kissing me, her hands exploring my body below the waist. Ally saved the best for last, but had to stop for a minute as Jim removed my sweater and bra. Now I was naked, on the floor of the hotel room, with Ally’s hands once again everywhere but my pussy.

When Ally’s hands finally went to my pussy I knew she was scared. So far I had submissively complied with everything Jim and Ally were doing, and when her hands found my pussy, I gave the okay by sexually groaning out my pleasure at her ministrations. As Ally teased my sex, she was revealing to me exactly what she did to pleasure herself, in those horny, lonely moments all of us women have.

Her hands circled my vulva, teasing constantly, as I squirmed around waiting for Ally’s hands to get down to some serious business! As it turns out, however, Ally was not the only person in that room with hands. I had two of them, of course, but more significantly Jim had two hands, too.

Jim’s hands went to my boobs, and I guess he must have obtained a master’s degree or something in nipple fondling. Never had I had my boobs fondled so lovingly and erotically, simultaneously. I was thinking of pushing Ally away so that I could focus on what Jim was doing to my boobs — it was that amazing!

Uh-oh, Ally’s finger went inside me. Whoops! Correction: two fingers, and OMG correction: three fingers! She was pumping away while suddenly Jim’s magical fingers on my tits were replaced with his tongue — not his mouth, but just his tongue.

I was beginning to writhe around on the bed and moaning up a storm when suddenly both Ally and Jim stopped. I saw Jim was naked, like me — when did that happen? Ally smiled at me and kissed me lovingly which distracted me and then OMG Jim’s cock was at my entrance! Oh no! What to do, what to do? Was I about to give Jim carnal knowledge of me? Could I do that? Allan had fucked me yesterday, for Pete’s sake. Was I that much of a slut? Was I going to confirm Allan’s stereotype of poor Black girls giving it away right and left?

I began to say, “Jim, I can’t let…” but then Ally was kissing me, shutting me up, and her hand found my clit while Jim’s cock slid into me much too easily, and I bleeping moaned, as my best friend became my lover, just like that.

As Jim pumped away inside me, with my eyes closed and the erotic pleasure filling my brain, not due to his cock alone so much as to the thrill of a man I love filling me up, completing me in the way only fucking can do. It was man and woman united as one in that moment as the world spun around me crazily.

I loved the way Jim used his cock to express his love for me in this new and everlasting way of sexual intercourse. I knew I’d never forget this exact moment. I was delirious with pleasure, and pushing up to meet his every thrust, obviously loving it as Jim did his best imitation of the Eveready Bunny: he just kept going, and going, and going. He fucked me right through not one, not two, but three climaxes, the last one coming when he squirted caddebostan escort deep inside me.

My eyes were closed, so I didn’t see that Ally was now naked. I had never seen her naked, nor had she seen me naked, but now we saw each other when I opened my eyes. Of course, she had just seen me not only naked, but lost in erotic pleasure as Jim fucked me to heaven and beyond.

“Jim is special, isn’t he?” Ally asked, smiling a gigantic smile. I smiled back. “Like any man, though, he’s now spent and we have maybe twenty minutes, maybe thirty, before he’s ready to go again.”

Ally began to finger herself, swaying back and forth, as she stood above me. With her eyes locked on mine, she stood with legs apart, one on each side of me, giving me a perfect view of her pussy as she fingered herself. I had never seen a woman masturbate, except when I had watched my own self in a mirror.

Ally displayed her extraordinary core control, honed no doubt from her devotion to Yoga, as she moved so as to straddle my head, and then she slowly, excruciatingly slowly, lowered her luscious body down, down, down, until her pussy was hovering right over my face.

“You look good enough to eat,” I said to her, and that was all it took. Ally lowered herself the final half inch to sit on my mouth, and quite frankly I was surprised at how totally natural and lovely it felt for me to eat her pussy.

I tried to do a good job. I hope it was good, but I know that at least I was relentless, as I sucked and licked and chewed at her most intimate parts. I discovered my arms were just long enough to reach her boobs, especially as she leaned backwards as she sat on my face.

Ally’s explosive orgasm was memorable. Her entire body quivered as she screamed out her pleasure, her scream muffled as Jim kissed her. When Jim released her she fell forward, lying on top of me in an orgiastic induced exhaustion, and I lay underneath her, enjoying the feel of Ally’s soft, sensuous, and warm body covering me like an erotic blanket.

Afterwards we all sat around, naked, and discussed what had happened. Jim showed us the pictures he took of Ally and me getting it on. Both Ally and I made him swear that nobody else would ever see the pictures. I had to admit it looked hot to see Ally’s nude sexy white body lying flush on top of my black body, with her abdomen flattening my boobs, her head nestled between my thighs.

I suppose it was inevitable. We raided the minibar and then browsed the TV, seeing what old movies were available to rent on the TV. Most of it was Marvel movies, or martial arts movies, or porn, but — and I took this as a sign from heaven — they had some of the old Humphrey Bogart movies that I love.

We all watched The Maltese Falcon (I had even read the Dashiell Hammett novel the movie was based on), while drinking, munching the peanuts the minibar also provided, and sneaking little kisses and fondles. Both Ally and Jim would molest me whenever the other wasn’t looking, and finally I simply broke down giggling. I got off the bed and sat in a chair so I could finish watching the movie without having to respond to their delicious molestations. I was lucky to have two such amazing friends.

Late in the evening, as we were all getting sleepy, I idly said, “Well, I can never go back to Allan now.”

“Why would you want to? Allan’s bad news,” Ally said.

“I don’t know. We were together for two years, and I do love the man, you know. Except for our fights, he’s really a great guy. But after tonight, I could never go back,” I said.

“What do you mean you couldn’t go back? You have free will,” Jim added.

“I just cheated on him, not just with you, Jim, but with Ally, too,” I said. “Men don’t like it when their girl cheats. No, it’s over between us. I guess I didn’t fully realize it until now.”

“Let’s celebrate!” Jim said. He was hard, and Ally and I both knew what he meant. Sometimes men can be so very obvious.

“How about in the morning?” I asked. “Can you sleep with that much wood?”

“Ally will help me out, I hope,” Jim said, and then I watched my two friends fuck for the first time in my life. Ally was really noisy, and I watched her stomach rise up off the bed just before she climaxed. It was really hot, and then a minute later Jim unloaded inside her.

“Is it hot fucking two different girls in one night?” I asked.

“Not just two girls, but two gorgeous, fabulous, sweethearts, you mean? Yes, yeah, it really is. You should try it some time, but with two men, I mean,” he said.

“Ros could do it with two girls, you know. I’d love to be one of them,” Ally said.

I giggled. “You two are crazy,” I said. “I’m not like that,” I said, but even as I said it, I knew that I might be exactly like that. After all, didn’t I just do it with Ally and Jim? Moreover, I really hoped to do it again with both of them in the morning.

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

When I got to New York the afternoon of the next day, I was sexually satiated and happy. I had a big smile for the first 300 miles, as I replayed our threesome in my mind, over and over again. There was a cute guy sitting two rows ahead of me. Most of the passengers on the bus were either runaway teenage girls, or so I surmised, or blacks like me.

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Anal Fingering

Savannah Miller dropped her bag on the kitchen counter, opened the fridge and located a cucumber in the vegetable crisper.

Lying down, she pull down her undies and slid the cold, hard cucumber over her clit and juicy pussy. When she was satisfied that it was wet enough she slammed the cucumber into her pussy hole, fucking herself with all she had.

Savannah and her father lived alone in the two bedrooms home, after her mother had left them years before.

She’d always felt sorry for her dad, him being alone. But nowadays she felt sorry for him in other ways. Sorry that he had no sexual partners.

This she knew because she’d often stood outside his bedroom door late at night, listening to him wanking himself off.

This always made her very, very horny and she would end up on the floor herself, plunging her fingers into her sopping wet pussy, bringing herself to endless orgasms.

Once, she’d even hidden in her dad’s closet and watched him make himself cum all over the bed sheets.

After this, Savannah had had a burning desire for her father. She wanted him to shove his thick, large and pulsating cock into her hot wet pussy and fuck the brains out of her.

Hearing her dad’s car pull up in the front drive way she quickly jumped up, threw now sticky cucumber deep into the compost bin and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, pretending to do her home work.

As far as she knew, her dad never suspected a thing.

Later that night after he thought Savannah had gone to bed, her dad Brad had closed himself into his study, turned on his computer and began acıbadem escort his now nightly routine of searching the internet for stories and films of fathers and their daughters together; fucking sucking and licking.

One video in particular was his favourite. The father and daughter duo always reminded him of himself and his 18 year old daughter savannah.

His cock was growing hard and stiff inside his trousers as he watched the movie, making sure the sound was down low as not to awaken his daughter.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, slowly jerking himself off.

Suddenly he heard a noise behind him and he quickly turned around, catching a glimpse of Savannah running up the stairs.

He shut off his computer and proceeded up the stairs himself. All he could think about was his daughter being disgusted with him at what she had just witnessed.

He slowly knocked on her door. “Come in Daddy”

Brad opened the door and was shocked to see Savannah lying down on her bed, naked except for a bra and a pair of see through undies, with her fingers rapidly plunging in and out of her pussy.

His eyes opened wide at the site before him. “Sa-savannah, what are you doing?”

His cock, which had deflated from the fear of being caught, had once again come to a stiff and throbbing state at what he was seeing.

“Daddy, there’s no need to be embarrassed!” Savannah stood up, and walked over to her dad; once she’d reached him she slowly, seductively undid the buttons on his shirt, running her fingers softly of the hard taunt flesh atalar escort beneath it.

“Honey, please. You need to stop before things get out of hand!” Brad trembled at his daughters touch.

Savannah ignored him. “Daddy, I just want to see what exciting things you have hiding in your trousers, please show me Daddy”, she whispered seductively.

Stunned, Brad nodded in agreement, as he unzipped his trousers, and pulled them and his boxers to the ground and stepped out of them.

His rock hard cock was a beautiful sight to his horny daughter. She’d longed to see her dad’s cock, to touch it, to suck and lick it and to feel it pounding into her ever since she was 16.

Brad, after taking his time getting accustomed to the situation finally began to take control of himself.

“It’s my turn to see you baby”, he said as he undid her bra clasp. Her breasts, full and her nipples erect tumbled out of their casing.

Brad gasped at the beauty of them. He’d always known his daughter was a stunner, but he’d never let himself imagine he’d ever be able see her in her beautiful nakedness as he was now.

“I’ve wanted you for so long daddy, to feel you inside me” Savannah told him in a low and sexy tone.

“Baby, are you sure you want to do all this? Because if you say yes, there is no turning back. I’m going to make you mine.” He warned her.

Savannah just smiled in reply, grabbed his arms and lead him over to the bed.

She knelt down, grasped his cock in her hand, getting excited when she saw the pre cum leaking out of the little hole on the aydınlı escort head. She eagerly lapped it up, kissing his head.

She licked up the sides of his cock, sucking on his balls until they were ready to explode.

She took his cock into her mouth, pumping him for all she was worth.

He grabbed the top of her head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her hot mouth.

Finally, just before he was about to blow, he pushed Savannah down onto her bed, and rested his cock on her pussy lips. Using his hand, he rubbed his cock head over her clit until she began moaning, once he’d decided she was wet enough, and slid his cock into the opening of her pussy hole.

“Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me daddy, FUCK ME” She screamed.

Brad plunged his cock inside of her. In and out, in and out. She bucked her hips in response, forcing his cock deeper into her hot, tight pussy.

Brad had never fucked someone so tight, and finally after years of fantasising, he got to fuck his daughter. His beautiful sweet daughter.

Finally when he was once again about to explode, he went to withdraw his cock from her pussy, but Savannah stopped him.

“No daddy. I want it; fill me up with your hot sperm. Fill me up till I burst!”

Brad was shocked but did as she asked, releasing stream after stream of hot sticky cum into his daughters tight pussy.

He leaned down, running his hot tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth and let his tongue tangle with hers in a hot and deep passionate kiss.

“Oh daddy, I’ve wanted you for so, so long!” she whispered, worn out from their vigorous fucking.

Brad smiled, “Don’t worry baby. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, and no way in hell am I not fucking you again.”

Savannah smiled, “Good, because I want to be your fucking slut. I want your cock in me every chance I get!”

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