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I immediately knew her type when she came into the studio. Shy, scared of loud noises and completely indecisive. A woman who had been kept under someone’s thumb and now wanted to learn how to assert herself in her new free world. I would never have guessed that a black woman would have need of a martial arts expert. All my friends who went out with black women had informed the rest of us that they didn’t need men; black women were dynamos that told men where to go and how to get there.

So when Patti came into the studio, I sized her up with the eye of someone misinformed and strode over with the bravado of a dumb-ass. She was shorter than I was, barely 5′ 4″ and not more than 120 pounds, all in the right place and topped with a china doll face. She nervously clutched her purse and tried to hold my stare but chickened out as I got close.

“Can I help you?”

“I don’t know. I want to learn how to defend myself.”

“You’ve come to the right place.” I launched into the spiel, giving her my best remembered lines about the packages we offered but it all seemed hollow. tuzla escort I couldn’t help seeing the furtive look in her eyes or the shaking that would overtake her every few minutes. She needed something more than a lesson. “Listen, Miss … “

“Garner. Samantha Garner.”

“Miss Garner, you seem to be very nervous about something.” He steered them over to a quiet corner, lightly holding her elbow. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Samantha’s eyes filled with tears and her body seemed to collapse in on itself. “He doesn’t love me.”

“Excuse me?”

“My boyfriend. He doesn’t love me. He just fucks me.” She spat the words out, surprising me with her anger. “I’m tired of just getting fucked.”

“Well, ” I moved closer, whispering in her ear. “What are you looking for?”

“I want to be fucked because I asked for it. Not because it’s forced on me.” She batted her pretty brown eyes at me. “Do you think you could help me?”

“Uh, I think so. Come with me.” I led her past the rooms of practicing students and the main office, heading to göztepe escort the back conference room that was never used. At the present time, it held plastic blocks of toilet paper and paper towels, two boxes of refills of liquid soap and boxes of gis for the students. I shut the door firmly behind us and turned to her, pushing a lock of my brown shaggy hair out of my face. “Fuck me.”

“What?”

“Fuck me. Take me. Do whatever you want to me.” I stepped closer to her, letting her feel the heat of my skin. “Pretend that I’m him.”

For a moment, she looked confused, then angry, then she attacked me. Her mouth slammed against mine and I was sure that I tasted blood as her tongue thrust past my lips. She pushed me against the wall, grinding her hips against mine while her hand stroked my hard rod.

“Want that?” I breathed, sighing at the rough play of her hands across my chest and the pinches she was giving to my nipples. The shirt of my gi dropped to the floor along with my black belt. “Want my body? Take it.”

My words seemed to inflame her üsküdar escort further and she pushed me back against a table, making me crash onto my back as she yanked my pants off. My cock sprung out, waving in the air while I watched her undress. Her body wasn’t bad. She could stand to lose a few pounds but somehow, the extra weight seemed to fit her tiny body. She climbed on top of me and pressed a fat nipple into my mouth. I did my dutiful licking and sucking, then repeated the action on the other one as soon as she stuck it in my mouth.

“God, that’s good.” She moaned and I sucked harder, wrenching a cry from her throat. I wasn’t sure but I thought she came because her body went tense and she gasped loudly. When she sat on my dick, I was the one to gasp loudly. I hadn’t expected it, nor did I realize that she would be as warm and tight as she was. “Fuck, for a white boy, you’re pretty big.”

I moaned in response. She was slamming against me so hard and fast that I could barely breathe. In no time at all, I was pumping thick ropes of cum into her clutching pussy and she was whimpering in my ear. When both of us quit trembling, I gently dislodged her and cleaned myself on a clean gi and offered another to her.

“My name’s Steve.” I smiled at her as she fixed her dress. “Want a free lesson?”

She just laughed.

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Christine Ch. 01

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While in graduate school in New York, I was into BDSM. It was never a lifestyle or an end in itself, it was elaborate foreplay. I did it with girlfriends but mainly I visited the clubs alone after my shift as a waiter. I sometimes played, if the opportunity presented itself, but mainly I watched the action and talked to people.

At time, there were two or three good BDSM clubs which were not for leathermen: Paddles, which started at a very small place in the Village and moved to a much bigger space in midtown on the West Side, and Hellfire, which later became the Vault, in a basement in the Meatpacking District. I could tell stories about them all night, but I don’t want to digress.

One Saturday night, I was hanging out at Hellfire when a crowd came in. All were dressed in leather and obviously serious players. Occasionally two middle-class, middle-age couples would go there as “tourists,” not serious players, but normally, only couples or single people went, never a big group. I asked someone who they were, and he said they are a club from Washington, DC, called The Black Rose who rent a bus once a year to play at the clubs in New York. Play they did, they were wild.

After grad school, I took a job, my dream job really, in Washington. I didn’t know anyone, so I went to the monthly Tuesday Night Black Rose meeting. The meetings were in the basement of a church. They had parties a few times per year, but the rule was you had to attend three meetings and pay nominal dues before you could attend a party. That was to be sure you were serious and keep out the tourists.

At the meetings, new members introduced themselves, plans were discussed for parties, and there were lectures, workshops (like knot tying) and other activities. It was all very mellow, civilized and accepting. Afterwards, some folks would meet down the street at an Italian restaurant for a bite to eat and continue talking. I always went along.

At the Italian restaurant, we had privacy in the upstairs room and sat at a long table. There was an androgynous young woman in transition, only about 19, named Christine. She was tall, thin and African-American of medium complexion. She always wore tight jeans and had a great shape. She always sat across from me.

Christine was evidently very early in her transition but presented as a woman. We’d chat amiably, but she would also wink at me, lick her lips and otherwise flirt. I just assumed she did that with all the guys. At that time, I wasn’t attracted to women in transition. I hadn’t known any and had never been with one, in the biblical sense. They used to hang out in the back room at Hellfire and give anonymous blow jobs to anyone who wanted one, but they were sleezy and unattractive. It wasn’t a very sexy scene.

After waiting three months, I was invited to my first Black Rose Party upstairs in the private room of a gay bar called Badlands. It was a pretty mellow scene compared to the psychosis of the clubs in New York. It was friendly, everyone knew each other. Christine was there. I spoke to a lot of people, just small talk. Then, while I was sitting alone at the bar, Christine walked over with a paddle and asked me to spank her. I was a little self-conscious to play with a woman in transition with a crowd where everyone knew me as straight, but I figured I should be a good sport and in the spirit of things.

She walked over to a wooden x-shaped rack and reached up with her hands facing away from me. She was wearing tight jeans, as usual, and her ass looked fantastic. It was not too small, not too big. It was shaped like two halves of a perfectly bisected honeydew melon.

I hit her on the ass, taking my time between strokes, starting softly and building steadily in strength until she quivered a bit after each hit. She began to gasp a bit when the paddle struck. I rubbed her warm butt between strokes. I whispered, “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” As the strokes got harder, I began whispering, “You look beautiful,” “Everyone is looking at you,” which was true, and “Your ass looks perfect.” She sighed sweetly at each compliment, so only I would hear, sharing those fikirtepe escort sentiments between us.

After a while she said, “Enough.” I lowered her arms and held her. We embraced until the crowd, by then a few dozen people, lost interest and looked away. When she turned around the show was over and the low-keyed party was back in swing.

I offered to buy her a drink and we stood (she was in no condition to sit yet) at the end of the bar away from everyone. I had a beer and she had a bottle of water. “Wow, that was fun. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“You know when you look at me across the table at the restaurant, I always think you just flirt with all the guys like that, but when you asked me to play with you here, I realized it’s not all the guys. I think you’re really nice, but I must tell you, I’ve never been with a woman like you before.”

“That’s alright. I’ve thought you were cute since I first saw you and thought you’d be nice to know.”

“Let me ask you, if it’s not too personal, how long have you been in transition?”

“I started dressing in public as soon as I finished high school and started taking hormones soon after that, about two years now. My breasts are growing nicely, I love them. I’d love to show them to you.”

“Who do you live with?”

“I rent the downstairs apartment in a house, alone.”

“Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow morning? Is anyone going to miss you if you don’t go home tonight?”

“No. I don’t have anything until the afternoon.”

“Well, like I said, I’ve never been with a woman like you before. If you come over my place, I can’t guarantee anything will happen between us. We might just sit around and talk. Do you smoke weed?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“OK, but there are four rules: No one does anything they don’t want to. We play with safe words. Second, I’m a top, in both senses of the word. Third, if you enter a room with me, you leave with me. Last, no drama, ever. I don’t want you calling me drunk in the middle of the night, showing up at my office, making a scene outside my apartment or in public. Do that shit one time and you’ll never see or hear from me again.”

“OK, or should I say, ‘Yes. Master?'”

We left the party without saying good-bye to anyone. I imagined they talked about us hooking up after we left and wondered if this ruined my chances with the women from the club in the future.

No words were spoken as we drove to my place, parked in the garage, went up the elevator and walked down the hall. I don’t know what she was thinking. I was titillated with anticipation, not quite knowing what we would do. I had some BDSM equipment in the apartment, but not much and nothing fancy. I knew from previous experience I could always improvise, that’s part of the fun.

I opened the door to my studio apartment on a high floor overlooking Route 395 in Shirlington. I closed the door behind us. I took her bag from her hand and dropped it on the floor, pushed her gently against the wall, raised her hands above her head with each of my hands, pinning them to the wall and laid a long, deep, passionate kiss on her. We kissed without coming up for air, pressed together but not too tightly and not grinding. It was all about mouth and holding her against the wall. She was a great kisser.

When we disengaged, I stepped back and said, “Leave your shoes here. Go in the bathroom and take a shower. There is a clean towel on the rack and terrycloth robe behind the door. There should be a new toothbrush under the sink. Take as long as you need but come out completely clean all over and wearing the robe. Have your clothes neatly folded in your arms. In the meanwhile, what would you like to drink? I have beer, white wine, red wine, ginger ale, club soda and a little cognac. Oh yeah, I have tea or coffee too.”

“A little white wine would be good.” And she went into the bathroom to prepare.

I opened the curtains to the big windows overlooking the highway which looked like a river of light passing by. It was a clear night with lots of stars. There was a half moon and just enough gebze escort light came into the apartment to see without lamps. I poured two glasses of cold white wine and got out a joint I already had rolled. It was great spanking her in jeans, but bare ass must be even better, although I really had no plan of what to do next. All I knew was that I was very excited. I couldn’t wait and took two hits of the joint both to relax and get my creative juices flowing.

I had a restraint set which I had never used. It consisted of nylon straps in the shape of an X which fit under the mattress of the queen size bed and stuck out a few feet at the corners with Velcro cuffs for the wrists and ankles. It wouldn’t be too scary for her for a first time. I put it under the mattress while she was in the shower and pulled down the comforter and top sheet. I put on some abstract electronic music very softly.

She came out in the robe holding her neatly folded clothes in her arms in front of her. “Put your clothes on the chair, come over here, sit down, have some wine while I shower. Help yourself to the joint.”

I like to take it slowly and deliberately. After shower, I came out in a loose white linen shirt and baggy black linen pants. Christine was sitting on the sofa in the robe sipping her wine, she had smoked some weed. I bent over her and kissed her lightly. “Our safe words are simple and easy to remember. Think of a traffic signal. ‘Yellow’ means stop what you’re doing now or go lighter or slower. ‘Red’ means end the scene and we stop playing. Now sit up straight and sit forward.”

While standing in front of her, I lowered the robe off her shoulders to check out her breasts. They were small, A cups to be sure, with fairly big areolae and nice sized perturbing nipples. They were very feminine. Her nipples were erect. Her glaze was downward. I felt them gently, first cupping them with both hands, then twirling her nipples between my fingers and tugging on them softly. I ran my hands over her shoulders and back. I was exploring and familiarizing myself with her body, which was now mine.

I pulled the robe over her shoulders again, took her by the hand and walked her over to the bed. She saw the restraints and knew what was coming. I piled the two pillows in the middle of the bed, gave her a kiss and told her to unfasten the robe and lie face-down with the pillows under her hips. She did as she was told. “Arrange yourself so your clit is comfortable.” I then put her ankles and wrists in the restraints. I put a small pillow from the sofa, the smallest I had, under her collar bone for comfort because I planned to have her in this position for a while. Then, I placed a pair of cheap eyeshades from the airline on her. (OK, give me a break, I wasn’t prepared to bring someone home from the party and remember, I had just started my first professional job after grad school, so I didn’t have a lot of fancy equipment for this.) I gave her another kiss and whispered, “Remember your safe words. If you feel the urge to come, go ahead, I have another set of sheets, don’t mind the mess, let it go. Never hold it back”

In retrospect, I said this because I had no intention to help her get off, never having touch anyone else’s before, and her satisfaction would be incidental to mine. I had her keep the robe on when she lay on the bed so I wouldn’t see her clit. It being my first time with a woman in transition, I wasn’t ready for that yet.

I released one wrist at a time so I could remove the robe and there she was in front of me, completely naked. The bisected melon ass was raised up. Her arms, back and legs were muscular but not manly, more like a woman athlete.

I stood and looked at her for a while feeling high, prepared to follow my instincts. My hesitation built suspense. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands all over her body. When I probed her crack, she grinded the pillows a little. I couldn’t help myself, I began kissing and licking every part of her I could reach including the soles of her feet, arm pits and her crack but without touching her pussy with my tongue. She moaned more and içerenköy escort more. I began to rub her ass with my hand again and smack! It landed it hard on her right cheek.

She flinched, the game was on. Several more slaps on both cheeks followed. Then I rested. As noted, I didn’t have much equipment with which to play but improvisation is part of the fun. There was my belt which I slowly dragged the length of her body, starting at her toes up to her hairline. I then dragged in back and forth across her perfect cheeks a few times before raising it quickly and bringing it down even faster. She flinched and let out a whimper. She must have suspected what was coming when the belt lost contact to be raised.

I spanked both cheeks with the belt several times increasingly hard. She began to moan with each strike. Then I began on her thighs. Then, I pushed her legs further apart to reach her inner thighs. Her butt and thighs were red.

I stopped, sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her ass and thighs with my hand. They felt warm to the touch. I had to kiss them to soothe her. All I could say was, “Good girl.”

I probed her crack with my tongue, this time spreading it and running my index finger around her hole. She raised her butt to meet me. I kissed it, then I circled it with my tongue. It was immaculately clean. I was lying on my stomach between her legs with my head buried in her crack and slipped my tongue into her as far as I could. She moaned and writhed. It was pleasurable but I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I pulled back and slapped her right cheek as hard as I could. She squealed.

It was time to take it to the next step and satisfy myself with this fine young specimen. I undressed, lay on top of her with my full weight on her and my cock between her warm cheeks. I buried my face into her neck and kissed her shoulders. That alone felt like heaven. With a few grinds, I could have come like that.

I got up from her, stood and struck har ass several more times with the belt, more rapidly than before. She muffled her screams into the bed. Her cheeks had marks from the belt.

After a half dozen smacks, I took a condom and some lube from the night table. (At least I was that much prepared.) I put some lube on my middle finger and slid it into her from behind. I applied more. Then I applied it all over my hard, pulsating cock. I like to apply lube under the condom, it makes it much more comfortable. I put on the condom and a generous amount of lube on the condom.

I lowered myself over her in pushup position and probed her hole with the tip of my sheathed cock. Penetration was slow and deliberate; I didn’t know how much she could take. I wanted it to be sensual for her, not uncomfortable or painful. She seemed very accepting.

“I’m all the way.”

She hummed and I lowered to my elbows for closer contact and began to stroke and hump her. She rose to meet my strokes. I don’t know how long we went on, but I was feeling dizzy. I began to grunt a bit as I pushed harder and she did not object. Finally, I felt the sensation welled up inside me. I buried myself into her as deeply as I could. It felt like falling from an airplane with no parachute. We both shook.

We lay there engaged until our bodies untensed. I withdrew and disposed of the condom while she lay there tied down helplessly, just fucked. I undid the restraints, lay beside her and asked, “Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I’m happy.” We kissed. I threw the robe over her and said, “Go in the bathroom and clean up.”

She quickly showered and I had fresh sheets out when she returned which she changed while I poured us some ice water and got the joint and lighter. It was late and the room would be flooded with light in the morning, so I closed the curtains.

She lay on her side and I on my back with my arm around her. We were completely nude and quite tired and satisfied. We smoked a little and I asked, “At what point did you come?”

“When you did, we came together…That’s a good sign for our first time together. I knew there was a reason I was attracted to you.”

I could feel her big, soft, tired clit resting on my left thigh when she swung her leg over mine to come closer, my first contact with it.

“In the morning I’m going to drive you home, after I make you breakfast, after I fuck you.”

“Humm.” We fell fast asleep.

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The Alteration

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This all happened quite a few years ago.

I parked my little Honda in one of the spaces designated for laundry/cleaner patrons, gathered up my dirty shirts and a pair of too-large slacks, and started inside. The plate glass windows flanking the door were half opaque, obscured by signs telling about all the good things they could do for you there: shirt specials, one-hour service, alterations, even shoe repair. Shoe repair? Must be a drop-off point for some cobbler shop somewhere else in the city. A chubby friendly girl behind the counter asked about starch – none. I asked if they could replace a couple of shirt cuff buttons one of their competitors seemed to have used a hammer on; I was told they could. Then I noticed the trim lady all in white, evidently the manager, Asian features, black hair in a bun.

“If you become a regular customer, we will replace broken buttons for you for free,” she said.

“I’m only going to be in Austin for a couple of months,” I said. “But I’m certainly looking for a reliable place I can bring everything to.”

“We do excellent work. I’m sure you’ll be satisfied.”

Though she spoke simply, I got a thrill from her unique style of eye contact. I found it hard not to smile at her. Her voice was straightforward enough, with only a little Asian lilt, but her questioning eyes were magnetic. She was about forty, I guessed, close-fitting uniform, slender figure. Nice. Her name badge read ‘Lily.’

“I also have an alteration,” I said. “These pants need to be taken up a bit.”

“That’s unusual,” Lily said. “Mostly we’re asked to let them out. Come with me, to the fitting room, and I’ll mark them for you.”

As I followed her swaying hips down the linoleum walkway. towards the back of the establishment, she asked, “What brings you to Austin? And for such a short time?”

“I’m going into the Navy. I was teaching in a private high school in Arizona, got tired of that, and started working as a cowboy at one of the ranches out there. Unfortunately, I hadn’t quite turned twenty-six when I quit teaching and so I got myself drafted.”

We entered a no-nonsense room. She closed the door, handed me my pants, and indicated the curtained changing booth. I went inside, sat down, and took off my boots.

“Drafted into the Navy?” she asked.

“Not exactly. Into the Army, but I made a deal with the draft board that if I could get accepted into Naval O.C.S. I could transfer. So I’m visiting my mother here in Austin for a couple of months before the next Naval O.C.S. class begins.”

“O.C.S. is what?” she asked.

I pulled off my jeans and pulled on the slacks. “Officer Candidate School. I’d rather give orders than take them.”

“I don’t blame you for that,” she said. “So what made you lose weight? And how much?”

“Cowboys have to work a lot harder than school teachers,” I said. A considerable understatement: up at 4:30 to feed stock, then working cattle, building fences, or haying until dark. Going until 8:30 or 9:00 in those Northern latitude summer evenings. kaynarca escort “Maybe twenty pounds,” I responded to her second question. I pulled on the slacks, buttoned the waist, zipped up the fly, and stepped out of the booth holding up the slacks at the waist.

She gently laughed at the sight of me.

“You certainly do need to have those slacks altered,” she said. “Otherwise the girls could pull them off you, no problem at all. Just like that!” She bit her lower lip and motioned, a downward jerk of her small fists. No ring, I noticed. Nice fingernails, painted white. Then my gaze went from her lovely hands to her equally lovely breasts. Were her nipples possibly erect? I couldn’t be sure.

“You think so?” I joked. “Maybe then we should just forget the whole thing…”

“Too late,” she said. “You’re in too deep for that.” There was that magnetic gaze of hers again. I might have blushed, just a little.

From a small wooden table against the wall, she picked up her tailor’s chalk and, from an open box, a row of straight pins. She placed the pins between her lips. Very nice lips, bottom lip a little full. Everything I noticed about this woman was attractive; voluptuous, even, considering her slight frame and her gentle friendly manner. She went to work on me – on my pants, rather – marking the waist and then, smoothing the fabric over my buns – gentle but very friendly — making marks and placing pins along what was to become a new and tighter seam.

She took the last few pins out of her mouth momentarily, swiveled me around, her hands on my hips, so I was again facing her. She asked, “Do you want the crotch raised a bit too?”

“A bit,” I croaked. I hoped she wouldn’t notice that my penis was slightly stiff under her gaze and her solicitous hands. But when she took a fold of the crotch material in her left hand, she also gathered up a small piece of foreskin with it.

Then it happened. My cock pulsed and jumped just as she was about to insert a pin; that pin was inserted, not into and out of the material, but into the material and then into my dick!

Lily took the pins out of her mouth and dropped them on the table. “Oh my God,” she said. “I’m sorry.” She looked into my eyes. “I hope …” She looked down at my crotch. Then she said, “Oh, I think it’s bleeding …”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Accidents happen. And my blood clots quick.”

“No,” she said. “We have to take care of it.”

She stood up, went to the door, locked it by pushing in the button in the knob. She came back to me, looked me in the eye, and said, “I’ll do my best to make it all OK again.” With that she unzipped the fly, reached into my pants, through the fly of my boxer shorts, took hold of my penis, and, with some difficulty, brought it out into the open. There was a small bloody spot on the left hand side of the shaft, about two-thirds of the way down. It was already starting to clot.

She knelt down before me, my cock still in her small hand. She kissed the tiny wound, then held küçükyalı escort my penis horizontal with her left hand, holding it right under the head, and with her right hand swiveled me to the side. She moved her right hand to hold the root of my cock, where the hair starts, her fingernails gently grasping the urethral bulge. She licked the shaft and along that lower bulge.

“That is what dogs or cats do when they get a splinter in their paw,” she said. I felt like I was going to faint, but perhaps that was just because most of the blood in my brain had departed for my swollen cock. Cowper’s fluid, pre-cum, was starting to flow.

“Now look at what I’ve done,” she said. Those eyes were again looking into mine. “And I don’t seem to have any Kleenex in here.” Her right hand then swiveled me around again so I was front on and her left hand moved down to encircle and support my cock. Not that much support, by this time, was needed; I had a monstrous hard-on. She sucked ever so gently on the head of my dick, tasting the pre-cum, sucked again as more oozed out, swallowed, and licked her lips.

“I think it’s stopped bleeding,” she said. “But we have to be sure. You know how when they draw blood from your arm they want you to keep that cotton in the bend of your elbow for thirty minutes? I think maybe I should keep paying close attention to your wound for about that long …”

“A lovely idea, Lily,” I said to her. It was the loveliest idea I’d ever heard. She licked the swollen glans, around its edge, then back underneath where everything comes together in that little sensitive knot, then over the broader expanse of the head. Then she moved her mouth over the head of my dick, using the most wonderful tongue motions to swish it around in her saliva. A small suck on the tip, her finger running up her chin to catch a dribble, and she swallowed again.

“Nice,” she said. “Do you like this?”

“O yes.” What an understatement!

“Would you like to see my breasts?” she asked, almost shyly.

“Yes I would.” She unbuttoned her uniform, slipped the top portion off her shoulders, unfastened her bra, and took it off.

“Do you have a handkerchief?”

“Yes.”

“Give it to me, please.”

She put a corner of the handkerchief in my left pants pocket, most of the cloth hanging out where she could easily get at it in a hurry. “I’d like your hands to stroke my breasts,” she said. Then her mouth, seeming now hungrier, went back around my cock. She began to more frankly suck on it, moving towards me, then away. I started making a gentle to-and-fro motion, fucking her mouth. It was wonderful. My hands went down to her breasts, stroking the beautiful swell on the sides, then over to her nipples. Her nipples were erect, fairly dark, and quite granular in appearance. Not small, not large, with surprisingly youthful pink areolae. I squeezed her nipples, gently, and she moaned as she continued sucking, dragging her teeth on my cock just a little bit on the retreat stroke.

“Go ahead and come,” sancaktepe escort she said. “The first time …” I was dying to suck her tits, but what she was doing to my dick was too good to break into. I thrust it into her mouth a little harder. She almost gagged at one point, so I made myself control myself. Somewhat.

Then it started. That ball tightening feeling, that feeling of inevitability, and then crashing gushing cum that made it almost impossible to remain upright. “God!” I said somewhat too loud. “Wonderful!” Lily gulped down some of my cum, then grabbed my handkerchief, wiped her mouth, then sopped up the stringy slippery wad on her throat.

“Now I think you need to sit down and rest a minute,” she said. She led me – no one could be more docile than I after a lovely head session like that – back into the changing booth and motioned for me to sit on the bench and take off my pants. She sat on the floor in front of me.

“Take off your shorts, too. Now just lean back and rest,” she said. “I want to hold your lovely limp penis in my mouth, and taste it, and slowly feel it stiffen up again …” And she did that, and it did, while I stroked her hair, her ears, her throat. Lily was the most beautiful, most attentive, most thrilling woman I’d even known. She sat with her head in my lap and made gentle murmuring sounds while rolling my soft cock around in her mouth. As it got bigger, she had to let some of it go, but she kept tasting the head of it, and some of the shaft, while moving her nails gently along the exposed portion of the shaft and down around my balls. I inched forward a little to get my balls free of the bench.

“Thank you,” she said. She moved her left forefinger around to the rear of my ball sac and gently stroked there, up and down, on the midline. Lovely! My cock started coming back to attention.

Lily stopped sucking me for a moment and pulled her head out of my lap. She looked down at my swelling cock and said, admiringly, “What a lovely penis. Such nice big blue veins. Such a nicely shaped head. Beautiful.”

“You’re the one who’s beautiful, Lily,” I told her. “What can I do for you?”

“Just stroke my nipples, and twist them a little, gently, while I suck you off again. That’s all I need to come.”

And she was right!

After we put our clothing back on and got ourselves into some semblance of order, we walked back up – in my case on quite unsteady legs – to the front. There she went back to her professional commercial manner.

“Your pants will be ready Tuesday,” she said, with that sweet smile and lovely gaze.

“Fine.”

“But you’ll need to come in to get them sometime when you have few minutes.”

“Oh?”

“To check the fit, of course.”

I smiled. “Of course. And if you do a good job, I have several more pairs that need to be taken up.”

“I suggest you bring them in, one at a time, over the next couple of months, at your convenience.”

“Great idea. Thank you very much. Thanks for everything.”

“My pleasure,” she said.

I walked out the door, then looked back through the garish red and yellow signs on the plate glass to see her waving very gently at me. I waved back.

Then even do shoe repair, I thought. And a wonderful job of hauling ashes. I’ll certainly be back.

The End

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Although the little old man had moved silently into the kitchen like a cat, Karen Johnson had heard her father-in-law coming down the steps from the in-law apartment he and his wife shared in the Johnson’s house, and it was with a mixture of shame and excitement that Karen felt the kindly old-timer slide behind her as she rinsed her husband’s coffee cup out.

“Guess who?” the retired railroad worker said as he kissed the back of his daughter-in-law’s neck affectionately, much like any loving father would do, but what followed was nothing like many others did.

“Heard you coming Dad,” Karen sighed as she set the cup down in the sink in anticipation of what was to follow, and predictably the spry senior in his pajamas leaned into his daughter-in-law’s backside while his arms wrapped around his son’s petite wife, his hands wasting no time as he probed under Karen’s nightshirt.

“Coming… hmm,” George sighed as he let out a typical double entendre, his hands sliding up under Karen’s shirt and finding her tiny breasts with no problem, kneading the modest orbs roughly while nibbling her moist neck. “Sounds like a good idea.”

“Jeff just left a minute ago,” Karen said as her nipples responded to the rough handling despite herself. “What if he forgot something – comes back?”

“Then maybe the three of us could have some fun. Ever think of enjoying a little double penetration?” George snickered as his cock began to get hard against his daughter-in-law’s ass while his hands cupped her breasts. “Boy, do I love these little titties.”

“Dad…”

“Your neighbor’s up early,” George said as he looked out the window above the sink at the man next door who was putting something in his shed. “He’s a decent looking guy. He ever make a move on you? You ever fuck him?”

“Of course not Dad. What do you think I am?” Karen protested as the weathered hands slid over to her sides and moved up.

“I know what you are. You’re just like me Karen,” George suggested. “You’re a highly sexed person who doesn’t get nearly enough from their spouse. That’s why we get along so well, don’t you think?”

Karen said çekmeköy escort nothing but stayed frozen at the sink, letting her father-in-law’s hands roam freely under her shirt, and when they slipped under her arms and stroked the damp and deep recesses of her armpits she heard him moan softly.

“You haven’t shaved in a couple of days,” George noted as he stroked the dense stubble, making Karen shiver. “You letting the hair under your arms grow for me like I’ve always asked?”

“Can’t Dad. Jeff would never let me do that,” Karen mumbled.

“It would sure make this old hippie happy,” he mused while grinding into her. “Seeing as how you’ve got such an incredible bush down below, I bet you’d have really bushy armpits like your mother-in-law did back in the day. Damn, you’re a sexy gal. My boy is a damn fool not to nail you every night.”

“Is that Mom?” Karen asked as she looked up at the ceiling.

“No, you know you can hear her coming down those stairs a mile away,” George reminded her as he moved one hand out from under Karen’s nightshirt and unsnapped his pajama bottoms before taking his daughter-in-law’s hand and bring it back to him. “Now feel what you did to me honey. Squeeze it hard. Show me how much you love this big thing.”

Karen felt her hand move on its own to clench the senior’s erect penis, slowly moving her fist up and down the vein-riddled organ despite herself, and then when she felt the old man’s hand on her shoulder Karen went to her knees willingly while turning to face her husband’s father’s manhood, an over-sized and rather hideous looking organ which bore no resemblance to his son’s modest endowment.

“That’s it Karen,” George sighed as she looked down at the thirty something gal’s lips slide halfway down his erection before moving her mouth back up to the tip of his uncut member. “Suck that cock for your Dad.”

George’s wrinkled hands held Karen’s head tenderly, guiding it up and down. Her lips reached down to touch her fist that gripped the shaft, her face thrusting hard enough to make his balls bounce off her throat as she sucked passionately, the slurping cevizli escort sounds audible to both of them.

“What you doing with your other hand honey?” George chuckled, knowing the answer already. “Got your hand down between your legs don’t you? Fingering that furry pussy of yours. It’s wet too I reckon. No need to answer. Just keep sucking, and as you do, I’ll let you decide where you want it this morning. Ass or pussy?”

“Not my ass Dad,” Karen gasped as she took her mouth off him for a second. “Hurts too much.”

“Forgot to get more lube when I went to Walgreen’s anyway,” George recalled as he helped his daughter-in-law to her feet. “Pussy it is then. You want it bent over the table?”

“Yeah. Hurry,” Karen urged as she pushed the newspaper out of the way and leaned over the oak, her urgency fueled by the fear of her mother-in-law coming downstairs as well as her lust, and as she felt him lift her night shirt she spread her thighs and braced herself.

“Sweet,” George groaned as he looked at the pale dimpled butt while guiding his swollen tool up below it, rubbing the tip in the moist hairy opening. “You want it gentle or hard?”

“Hard Dad,” Karen implored, and even though she winced when the massive cock entered her, she leaned back into him as he impaled her sex, taking almost the whole thing. “Fuck!”

“What’s the matter honey?” George chuckled as he leaned over her while her tight pussy clenched him. “Tell Dad.”

“Fucking big,” she grunted, the statement not only factual but something she knew the old man enjoyed hearing, and when he grabbed a cloth placemat and put it up to her mouth she opened wide and clenched her teeth down on it.

“You get a little noisy sometimes,” George correctly noted as he slowly pulled almost all the way out before moving back in, relishing the way Karen was grabbing the tablecloth in her fists as he started his rhythmic horizontal dance, her snorts in time with his probing. “Damn, I love how tight your hairy pussy is.”

Karen’s only replies were the noises that gave out of her nose and from around her cloth gag with every thrust erenköy escort the senior citizen made, and through cloudy eyes she watched the cow clock on the far wall ticking away. She was going to cum fast today, that much she was certain, and not even the squeaking of the floorboards above them could stop that.

“Bet you cum before Ethel does,” George grunted as he crouched over his daughter-in-law, his hands brutally mauling her hanging breasts the way Karen liked it as he thrust hard and fast, and when he felt her inner walls try to crush his cock he fought his own urge to orgasm as well, instead waiting until Karen’s body stopped convulsing.

Only then did George removed his throbbing penis from her sex, turning his daughter-in-law around and putting her on a chair, and a very flushed Karen reached out and took the glistening beige monster in her fist, leaning forward to finish the senior off with her hand and mouth.

“That’s it,” George grunted as he reached down and grabbed his balls in his weathered fist, squeezing the loose sack to speed his orgasm up, and when he erupted Karen took his load willingly, letting the warm seed pout down her throat until he was limp and drained.

“Good timing,” he chuckled when the sound of Ethel slowly navigating the half dozen steps got them moving in straightening the things on the table.

Karen got up unsteadily, wiping the trickle of her father-in-law’s cum from the corner of her mouth and waddling to the sink, hiding her beet red face from her mother-in-law while George pulled up his pajamas and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Did you save me some?” Ethel asked her husband as he stepped aside.

“Course I did,” he answered.

“Morning Mom. I made extra this morning,” Karen said before hurrying out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“She’s a sweet girl,” Ethel noted as she sipped the coffee, making a face before reaching under the sink and grabbing the can of Glade, spraying it around the kitchen.

“Boy, you can still smell last night’s dinner in here,” the elderly lady said while scrunching up her nose.

“Can you? Don’t even remember what we had,” George replied.

“Haddock. Honestly George, I swear you’re getting senile,” his wife opined.

“Maybe so,” George responded, stifling a grin while looking forward already to tomorrow morning.

***

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I was attending a conference in Chicago. I am from Cleveland, OH and with the conference being that close I decided to drive instead of fly. That way I made mileage money and I would have my car there and not be stuck at the hotel like I usually am at these conferences. I am a married man, but it hasn’t been a good marriage for quite awhile, so when I get the chance to go out of town, I like to make the most of it and see if I can get some action while out on the road.

Most of these conferences are the same, you are stuck at the Hotel for the whole day, and then unless you have a car there you are also stuck there all evening. And if you hang out at the bar in the Hotel, you will just be hanging out with people from the conference and everyone just wants to talk shop. How fucking boring.

So the first night I headed out in search of some more fun than what the Hotel had to offer. I like to drive around and look for the little out of the way bars. I found a small bar and when I walked in it was very dark. I found my way to the bar and ordered a beer. After I got the beer and my eyes adjusted, I looked around and noticed that all the people in the bar were men. Not a woman in sight.

Once I realized I was in a gay bar, my first thought was to get the hell out of there. I had never had gay sex in my life, and had no plans on starting having it tonight. I finished my beer and was about to head out when a conversation about Nascar came up and there were a lot of different opinions about the sport flying all around. I am a big Nascar fan and I was somewhat surprised to know that gays were into Nascar. So I stayed for the conversation. We argued about all the rule changes and how much they were fucking up Nascar with all the new shit they are doing. I had about 5 beers and wasn’t feeling much pain. I don’t drink a lot so it doesn’t take a lot. I was about to leave when one of the guys asked me why I wasn’t staying. I told him I was out of money, and my wife would see if I used the debit card at a bar for drinks. Didn’t need that kind of pissing and moaning from her. He then offered to buy me a drink, so I accepted. I ended up having about 3 beers from him. He was sitting next to me at the bar and he reached over and placed his hand on my leg. I told him, “Hey, I’m not gay!” bağdatcaddesi escort He left his hand on my leg and looked me in the eye and said, “You are in a gay bar, you let me buy you drinks, what are you, some kind of a cock tease?” I tried to explain that I was sorry but I didn’t mean to come across as a cock tease. Hell, I had never been called a tease before in my life and it sounded kind of funny to me.

He then said that I was gay and that was why I was in here, and if I didn’t think I was gay, he would be willing to prove to me that I am. Now I was kind of intrigued as to how he was going to prove I was gay. So I told him fine, prove that I am gay. He told me he lived in an apartment over the bar, let’s go up there and he would prove it to me. At this point I was feeling no pain, and was looking forward to showing him that I wasn’t gay and that I wasn’t cock teasing him!

We went outside and up the stairs leading to his apartment. Once we got inside he said, “If you aren’t gay, then nothing I could do to you should excite you, or give you an erection.” I said yeah, that sounded about right.

He said, “Here are the rules, I can touch your body anywhere I want, but I am not allowed to touch your cock unless you get an erection. And if you get an erection I can’t put my mouth on it unless you are leaking precum.” I told him that sounded ok to me, and I was about to show him that I was ALL HETRO.

He stripped down to just his underwear. He was about 6’2″ and maybe weighed about 175. He had a very muscular build and I could tell he worked out. He told me to stand in the middle of the room and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted based on the rules he had told me.

I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He walked up behind me and pulled the t-shirt over my head. He then reached his hands around me and started rubbing my chest. He then pinched both my nipples and gave them a little twisting motion. He pulled me back against him and I could feel his cock pressing up against the back of my jeans. He ran his hands all over my chest and then he got very close to my ear and whispered in my ear, “I am going to show you just how gay you are, and then I am going to have my way with that precious little ass of yours.” While beykoz escort he was saying this, he took one hand and slid it down my chest, across my stomach and then let just the finger tips slide underneath the waist band of my jeans. He was rubbing his crotch back and forth across my ass and was really working his hands all over my chest and stomach. I then realized that I was starting to get hard. How could my body betray me like this. I tried to think of anything other than sex to get my hard on to go down, but despite how much I tried to get it to go down, all the work he was doing to me was making it get harder and harder.

He then took his right hand and undid the top of my jeans and pulled my zipper down. Then he moved back just a slight little bit and pulled my pants down. They fell to the floor and he reached around and placed his hand right over my crotch. He then whispered in my ear, “That sure feels like an erection to me, looks like your body doesn’t agree with you about not being gay.” He then took his hands and slipped each thumb into the waist band of my underwear and pulled them down. He knelt down behind me and pulled them all the way to the floor. He then told me to lift my feet so he could take them completely off. I did as I was told. He then faced me, standing off to my right side. He took his left hand and started rubbing it all over my ass and my lower back, he took his right hand and wrapped it around my cock. Fuck, how could my body be betraying me this. My cock was harder than it had been in quite a while. He gently was rubbing my cock and stroking my ass at the same time. He was driving me fucking nuts. It didn’t take much rubbing on my cock before it was starting to drip precum. Once he saw that, he moved around in front of me and knelt down in front of me. He placed both hands on my ass and he pulled me towards him so that my cock slid right into his mouth. When he wrapped his lips around my cock he did something with his tongue (that my wife had NEVER done) that made me let out quite a load moan.

He then stood up and was looking at me face to face, he had a big grin and he said, “I think you lost your chance to prove to me how you are NOT gay.” He took my hand and placed it on his cock and with his other hand, he placed it on the caddebostan escort back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. My lips parted slightly and let his tongue find it’s way into my mouth. My hand gripped his cock and without even realizing it, I was stroking his cock while we were kissing. He then put his hands on my shoulders and said, “You know you want to taste my cock, so kneel down and suck it.” I didn’t look him in the eye when he said it, I just looked down at his cock and nodded. He then pushed gently on my shoulders and I fell down to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It felt quite good and I was actually enjoying it. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth for a little while then he told me to stand up. He kissed me again and took me by the hand and let me into his bedroom. I laid down on the bed he moved around and laid down so that we were in a 69 position. We sucked on each other’s cocks and it didn’t take too long and I felt my cock starting to tighten up. I told him I was about to cum thinking he would pull his mouth away (like my wife always did) but instead he put his hands on my ass and pulled my cock as deep into his mouth as possible. I tightened up and pumped quite a load of cum into his mouth. Once I was done cumming, he came up and placed his lips on mine and gave me quite a kiss. A lot of the cum was still on his tongue as he placed that into my mouth. I had never tasted cum before but I didn’t mind the taste of it at all.

When I finally regained my breathing, he looked at me and told me that it was my turn to finish his cock off. He moved up and placed his cock back in my mouth and he proceeded to fuck my mouth with his cock. It didn’t take long before he was ready to bust a nut also. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock as he started to tighten up and jerk slightly as he was cumming. I cupped his balls in my hand as I pumped the last drop into my mouth. I didn’t want to kiss him and let him have any of his cum, I wanted to swallow it all. Once I swallowed all he had to give me, I took my hand and I milked his cock to get that last little drop out of it. I took my tongue and flicked it across his cock to get every little bit of it I could have.

We laid there on the bed for a few more minutes and he laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re right, you’re NOT GAY!!!!!!!!!!”

I headed back to the Hotel for the rest of the conference. I stayed in my Hotel room that night, but I gathered up my clothes and headed over to his place the next night, when he introduced me to anal sex, but hey, that’s another story!!!!!!!!

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Bee and David Ch. 05

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*Hey, everyone. Its FINALLY time for Chapter 5! Sooo sorry it took so long but this is like the longest chapter I’ve written so far. Its also my first time writing a sex scene so I honestly hope I lived up to your expectations. Ciao, CoCo*

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He pushed her against the wall and held both of her hands up with only one of his. Raising the fitted t-shirt up her body he slid his hands along her tight, smooth flesh. Even in the semi-dark, the contrast in their flesh tones illuminated.

Bianca heaved with temptation as David pushed his rock hard body against hers. He was angry for some reason, his usual grey marbles were pure white; silver twinkles erupted right before he pulled back to slid the now useless piece of clothing off her.

“Gabby,” she tried to plead but he silenced her with a rough kiss. His tongue slid between her teeth and she willingly sucked on it. He stole her voice while his pearly whites bit down on those full lips. A triumphant smile took him by surprise as she groaned into his mouth. “The little vixen was enjoying it”, David thought. He pulled back, then bit down on her dark bosom and sucked until finally her erect nipple slid into his mouth.

A shiver rolled down her spine as his hot breath, rough touch and need for more of her became evident. With one final tug, half of her heaving bosom popped out of the cotton bra.

He popped the button on her jeans, unzipped, then pulled them down in one swift move. David then, leaned forward and attached his lips to her soft neck. As he devoured her sweet skin, his hand slid down her pants. She whimpered as he toyed with her little button.

“Ahhh Gabby,” she cooed in his ear.

He trailed kisses from her collarbone to her ear, while his middle finger probed her hot cunt. David felt her clitoris stiffen with excitement. He was getting to her.

“Bloody hell, you’re tight,” he commented while nibbling on her earlobe; he was gonna tease her until she exploded. “And you’re so wet, Bee,” he menacingly stated. She gasped and David rubbed faster.

“Fuck Gabby!” she wheezed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the wall. She could barely breathe.

“Not yet, darling. Not until you come for me,” he growled.

Her breathing became more shallow as a force made her body climb higher and higher. He kissed the side of her neck softly. Her entire body felt hot as she bucked against him. He eased off her clit and heard a series of swears escape her lips. Applying more pressure, he teased her again.

“Are you gonna come for me, Bianca?”

Her eyes shot open and her movement slowed. David’s eyes glowed with lust as his finger hit a wall. His mouth drooped into an ‘O’ as a devilish smile formed.

“You never seem to surprise me, my sweet,” he teased her. “Is it mine to break?”

She nodded in a fury, “Yes,” squeaked out.

He stretched her lips and rubbed his knuckle up and down her sensitive love button.

“Are you sure?”

She could feel her orgasm nearing, “Yes, Gabby. Fuck! Yes!”

She leaned forward and tried to kiss him.

“No, only good girls get to kiss,” he chastised. “Will you be a good girl from now on, Bee?”

“Yes,” she submitted, effortlessly.

David smiled into her neck. His tongue tickled her spot and with no warning, he bit down.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed as her orgasm spilled into his hand. He felt her pelvic muscles tighten as they squeezed his finger upon her release. He held onto her waist as her body weakened from the intensity of the orgasm. She tried to lean into him but he pulled away.

His finger slipped out of her warm hole and he let her delicate wrists go; she fell to the ground.

Bianca tried to catch her breath, “Gabby?” She mumbled like a zombie, then looked up.

He stared ahead as a mist engulfed the room. Bianca cried out his name again but he just seemed to ignore her.

The sweet smell of her love dangled from his hand. She tried to stand but her legs were like noodles, “Gabby, please,” she cried out. “Answer me!”

She crawled towards him and to her surprise he slowly backed away. The mist was taking him. Changing him. His alabaster skin glowed brighter as the silver in his hair turned white.

“No! Don’t go!” she screamed. Tears tainted her sweaty cheeks.

He looked down at her and a smile so evil it made her shiver spread across his face. His eyes turned a menacing shade of blue and flickered like burning coals. It wasn’t David. The figure dropped to his knees and peered through her as if she was a wounded animal.

Those eyes. It was him.

“You!” she hoarsely accused. The changed figure flipped her on her back and straddled her waist. His heavy weight bore down on her fragile figure.

“Get off!” she yelled at him. He held her down with ease and unzipped his pants.

At that moment she felt so weak and vulnerable. His hypnotic eyes willed her not to move as he eased his pants down and then, parted her thighs. Bianca felt him line his mandhood acıbadem escort up to her opening, and with sheer willpower she broke their gaze and looked down.

Fear encased her big brown eyes as the thickness of his cock made her involuntarily wince. His purple mushroom tip stretched so far over her lips, she was sure he wouldn’t fit. He was a solid 8 inches long but as thick as a coke can. She tried to close her legs but the figure grabbed her by the throat and lifted her upper body from the floor. With his other hand wrapped around her waist, he brought her face to him. Those eyes held her in place long enough for the strange figure to position her over his furiously throbbing cock. Bianca could see the trace of an evil smirk appear upon those blood orange lips before he parted them and damned her.

‘You’re mine,” he maliciously taunted before impaling her delicate, sensitive body on his rod.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as an unbearable pain ripped through her body. His arrogant, despicable smirk and bone chilling, icy blue eyes were the last things she remembered seeing before being shattered into a million pieces.

Her mind went blank as she felt mind numbing pain and then nothing. Her body was trapped in a prison. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and found herself falling from some great height. A streak of thunder ripped through the night sky as she was helpless to fight her demise. She felt her emotions leave her as her body landed with a heavy thud and her eyes closed.

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Bianca shot upright and clutched her chest. The sheets were drenched in her sweat and she felt tears prick the inside of her eyes.

“What…the…hell?!” she mumbled, wiping the tears away.

It was the most intense, lucid dream she ever had. Everything felt so real. Her neck still burned with what felt like David’s kisses. Her mind raced to find an explanation as details of the dream slowly disappeared. She couldn’t forget the look of those horrible blue eyes compelling her. She had seen them somewhere before. But where?

She looked over at the figure next to her, his sleeping disposition gave her strength. Bianca reached out and rubbed his arm. She turned around and looked out the window. The sun was getting ready to rise and she knew. Somehow, she knew that David would come looking for her soon. And she would be ready.

“I just hope you’re ready too,” she whispered climbing back under the covers. She cuddled up next to her bedmate as sleep slowly claimed her.

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***Sunday Morning***

“Be sensible about this.”

“Sensible? I made myself perfectly clear. I’m going,” David slipped into his favorite car: a copper Aston Martin Vanquish. It was one of those cars you’re afraid to breathe on unless you’re rich enough to own two. Right up his alley.

“You’re being abrasive,” Marc warned.

“You’ve known me for thirty years. Why do you sound so surprised?” David turned the key in the ignition.

“At least let me or Hans go with you,” Marc tried to reason.

“No,” David rolled the tinted window up. He sharply backed out, turned and raced down the driveway and out of the estate.

Who did she think she was, keeping him waiting? He was a patient man but she was really trying it. First, she ignored him for weeks, then when they finally got a chance to see each other, he had to drag a date out of her. Now, she wouldn’t pick up her phone.

He pulled onto the expressway and sunk back onto the high standard leather.

“I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

He waited for the launch control message to appear in the trip computer, released the brake pedal and then let the Vanquish do its thing. Yes, this was indeed his favorite toy.

He turned onto the 57A exit and slowed his pace.

Lost in the prospect of seeing his beauty, he never noticed the changing neighborhoods. The rich, affluent community he was used to quickly faded as he rolled into an impoverished area.

Desolate businesses, abandoned houses and gangs standing on the street corner. He began to wonder how someone as straight laced and delicate as his bumblebee could’ve survived this; he passed a few more houses before the GPS advised him to turn down a block. Unlike the other parts of the neighborhood it was more sustainable and recognizably more lively.

He pulled up in front of a house and saw her sitting on the steps of the front porch. A little boy sat in between her legs as she tickled him.

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“Ew momma Bee,” the hazel eyed boy laughed.

She planted kisses on his temple and laughed along with him until a warmness flooded her cheeks. Her breathing slowed. Heart raced. She looked up, and like clockwork there he was. If her skin wasn’t so dark she would’ve turned crimson.

“What’s wrong, momma Bee?” Looking down she saw a confused look on his face.

“Nothing, baby.”

“Who’s that?” he pointed to David.

Bianca atalar escort looked back up to an expectant David. She never got tired of seeing his professional attire in less than professional times. Her eyes trailed down to creased black slacks that hugged yet hid his bulge and black loafers. He leaned against the Aston Martin, his forefinger grazed that bottom lip. His eyes were soft. Waiting.

“You wanna meet him?”

The little boy hesitated then saw her smile. He smiled back and nodded. They got up and descended the stairs.

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She approached him. His lovely Bee. Her flowing curls were still gone. She looked so domestic as her neatly braided hair swung with each step. She was wearing those jeans again. The curve of her hips as she switched towards him caused a little gasp to escape.

Her soft ‘Columbia College’ sweatshirt matched his cloudy eyes as she and the carmel skinned little boy who clung to her leg stopped about 5 feet away.

He took one step and filled the space.

They stared. Dark eyes to thin lips. Grey eyes to dark skin.

“Morning Gabby,” she spoke first.

“Bee.” He looked down at the kid. Then back to Bianca. They both squinted at David.

“I got your messages its just, I wasn’t sure…” she trailed on. Words were again failing her.

“About what, love?” He asked.

“Us. But, I am now.”

“Are you?”

She nodded. “Yes,” the 3 letter word came out as an accepting whisper.

His heart jumped. Was she saying what he thought she was? Moving to the side, she reached for the little boy and picked him up. His light brown arms draped over her shoulders as his legs dangled around her waist. Those big hazel eyes seemed so familiar.

She looked at him, “David, this is my Ramsey.”

Turning back to the little boy, “Rams, this is David. He’s a very special friend of mine.”

Leaning down, he gave the little guy a big smile and reached out his hand. “Hi, there.”

Little Ramsey turned and groaned into Bianca’s neck.

She chuckled, “Rams,” then kissed his cheek.

A few seconds later he turned back to David and shook his hand with a grip. “Hi.”

David couldn’t help but chuckle, too. Ramsey pulled back and resumed his placed wrapped around Bianca’s neck.

She dropped that smiled. Oh how he missed her smile. “He’s really overprotective,” she admitted.

“You don’t say?”

“Yeah, kinda reminds me of another overbearing man in my life,” she cocked her head to the side in a teasing style.

He blushed and ran a hand through his newly dyed jet black hair, “Imagine that.”

They stared again when words became too much to bear. He found himself nervous. No woman had ever made him, David Gabriel Crete, nervous. What was this buxom beauty doing to him?

She placed the little boy on his feet, “Go on in.”

Again, little Ramsey hesitated. He looked up at David then grabbed Bianca’s hand.

“I’ll be right there in a few, Rams. I promise,” she told him. He squinted then reluctantly turned around and ran back to the house.

Turning to David, she raised her hand and caressed the deep cleft in his chin. His hidden canyon. He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips then kissed the tips of her fingers until a slow shock melted her.

“How’d you find me Gabby? How do you keep finding me?”

He gave her a curious look, “I’m filthy rich, Bianca. I can get whatever I want.”

She snatched her hand back. “And what do you want?” she glared at him.

He leaned back against the car. Studying her again. She was an intriguing woman. Intriguing and trying.

“Please, be honest with me! That’s the only way this thing is gonna work.”

“What thing?” He teased her.

“US!” She all but screamed at him.

“And what about us?” He rose, leaned forward and stroked her back. Bianca looked up and her eyes scanned his. How did she end up in his arms? She shook her head and realized she was in way too deep to go back. She wouldn’t have wanted to anyway.

“I felt it too, you know? I swear I felt my heart skip.”

He glowed at her confession, “What are you saying?” David asked with the outline of a smile on his lips.

She pushed him away and spoke: “Nothing will be the same after today. You know that right?” she said through closed eyes.

He took a step forward. Reaching up to grasp her chin, he whispered: “I’m counting on it, sweetheart.”

Her eyes swung open. Tipping her head to meet his gaze, those powerful orbs locked her into place.

Her breathing slowed again and she gulped. Bianca bit down on her lip and and held her breath. Breathing out an air of clarity, she looked back up to him.

“David, I’m not who you think I am. I’ve got some issues and I’m still working through them. It wouldn’t be fair to bring you into my messy life.”

“But, I’m already there, my sweet!” He exclaimed at her latest attempt to get him to give up on them. He’d never give up on her or the love aydınlı escort they shared. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. And you should stop trying.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Crete.”

David bit his lip in an attempt to stifle a chuckle. She was so stubborn. “And if I don’t, will you run again, Bianca?”

She squinted at him for the second time that day, then raised a hand and let it rest on her hip. Her methods of intimidation were wearing thin and so she tried to compromise. “I promise to stop running if you promise to stop being so overprotective.”

“I’ll try,” he attempted to reach an agreement.

She crinkled her nose, “Why ARE you so overprotective, Gabby?”

He sighed and those smoky, slate colored eyed focused intently on her. “It’s in my nature, sweetheart. I don’t ever want another man to look at you the way I do.” He scanned her. “I mean, my goodness look at you, Bee!”

Their eyes read each other, then Bianca placed her arms around her body in a self-concious hug. David stepped up and replaced them with his own. He knew then that he’d have to tell her she was beautiful a million times a day for her to finally see it. And he would enjoy every second of it.

“You’re stunning and oh so sharp witted. A woman as enchanting as you deserves the world,” he said while stroking her chin. His touch made her feel so safe. So warm and light.

She smiled again and he melted, “I just want you, Gabby,” her tone was almost pleading, “We don’t need the title because you know, I just want you.”

And there it was, her proclamation of love. David never knew he could feel so complete. At that moment, he would have given up everything he had if he could see her smile every day for the rest of his life. “Wouldn’t mind the title though, dear.”

She studied his steady gaze and the way his eyes surveyed her every breath with silent bliss.

“Okay,” she said as a grip of control left her. “But we’ve gotta come clean with each other. No secrets and no lies.”

He nodded and thought for a second, “Speaking of lies, I lied about being from Newport.”

Bianca laughed. “I know. I googled you.”

“Bhahaha, why? Don’t trust me?” He gave her an innocent look.

“I do but it sounds crazy seeing as how we barely know each other.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, “And yet you made me jump through hoops just to see you.”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on her toes, she looked him in the eye, “I told you from the beginning I don’t scare easily.”

Her simple statement came off as more of a threat. But then, she smiled and David’s mind went to mush.

She stepped back and got another look at him, “You’re gonna be my downfall,” she thought.

Ramsey ran back out and she picked him up. Bianca grabbed David’s hand and his skin tingled as it reunited with her touch. That heated calming feeling she gave him was missed. She was missed. It was then that David knew. He truly knew that he was in love with her. Loved her, fully and unconditionally. And he was never letting her go. As if he could.

They walked up the brick steps and stepped through an iron screen door, then Bianca pushed at the oak front door and it creaked open. She squeezed his hand as they walked into the living room. His sense’s were intensified as he smelled the theraputic aroma of lavender and heard the smooth relaxing music of jazz. They stopped in the entryway. A man sat reading the newspaper in a sturdy dark chair, moving his head to the beat of the music. Bianca walked over to the old record player and turned it down.

“Papa?” she spoke softly, shifting Ramsey to her hip. The figure lowered the paper. The first thing David noticed were his dark burnished eyes. They squinted at the tall, heavily built, white man standing in his living room.

He looked from him to Bianca.

“Papa, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

He rose and walked to her. She ushered David over while Ramsey shifted in her arms.

“I’m gonna put you down, baby,” she sat him on his feet and he took off running towards the kitchen.

David studied the older gentleman. He proudly stood toe to toe with him. Six foot two, with a broad build and a strong jaw line. His head was filled with strands so silver they looked etheral. Bianca looked at him admiringly as she stood between them, “David, this is my grandpa, Bill.”

David reached out his hand.

“Papa, this is David.”

Her grandfather reached to shake David’s.

“..my boyfriend,” she elaborated.

David felt the elder’s grip tighten before willingly withdrawing.

“Boyfriend?” his abysmal voice radiated.

“Boyfriend!” A high pitch squeal rang from far in the house. Within seconds, her grandmother was smiling before them. An endearing thick and green sweater dress hugged her while thick coiled hair bounced with each step. If that was gonna be his sweet Bee in 30+ years, he was gonna be a lucky man. The petite yet shapely cocoa colored woman excitedly gave them a smile.

“Did you say ‘boyfriend’, honey?” her soft high pitched voice asked. Bianca nodded with a smile. The biggest smile they’d ever seen.

“Yes, nana. This is David.”

David looked from her to them.

“David, this is my Nana, Betti.”

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I gave up on my book as I was totally unable to concentrate. So I turned on the television and laid there on the hotel bed mindlessly channel-surfing for several minutes.

It was between commercials that I first heard the voices. The voices were in the hallway outside my door for a couple minutes before they seemed to move on.

I was almost dozing with the remote falling from my hand, when…

“Amy?” A voice called through my hotel suite door followed immediately by a hard rapid and continuous knocking. “Anybody home?” The female voice yelled again and then it sounded as if more than one person was knocking on the door.

I got up off the bed and walked to look through the peep hole as the knocking continued.

“Amy! Open the fucking door!” Another female voice yelled.

I almost reluctantly peeped through the tiny opening, but when I did I was greeted to the sight of four girls alternately knocking on the opposite side of that door.

I stepped back and took a moment to interpret what I’d seen. Coincidentally or not the knocking stopped. What would four rather comely looking young women be knocking at my door? Of course, one part of my brain said, ‘Duh, you fool they are looking for another girl named Amy!’, just go back to bed and let them be…only on the other side another voice was saying, ‘Duh, open the door stupid, what can it hurt, they’ll see you aren’t Amy but you’ll get a nice close-up of a few hot girls to stoke your fantasy for the night’s jack off!’…

Okay, I really knew which voice to listen to, but the big head on my shoulders all too often gets overruled by the little head between my legs. This was going to be one of those times.

Another knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts.

“Come on Amy! I gotta pee!” And then the consistent knocking again.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I opened it anyway.

One of the girls came falling into the room and before I could catch her she fell at my feet.

“Oh shit!” The dark haired girl called out as she rolled over onto her back. “Oh, hi there,” the very feminine voice spoke to me face to face now. I felt my eyes bug out at this gorgeous creature as she lay on the carpet just inside my hotel room, her legs splayed wide open in a pair of very, very short cutoff jeans and still holding the beer bottle upright in her left hand.

“Uh, hi,” I said, unable to stop my eyes from roving over the young woman’s body.

“I’m Andie,” the girl said as she leaned up and extended her hand, “Andie, Andie with an ‘ie'”.

“Hi Andie with and ie. Oh, yeah, let me help you up.” I finally tuned in to the moment and grabbed her small hand to help her stand back up right. Of course again I couldn’t help watch as her large breasts nearly spilled out of her top. Although the top was so thin I could practically see right through it anyway. Of course she had nothing on under it as her nipples were on full display and her nice young round breasts still stood up proudly. Those cut offs and close top showed her body off very well.

When we were finally facing one another I released her hand and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Jim. Jim Johnson.”

“Uh, I suppose you aren’t shagging our friend Amy by any chance are you?” She looked at me as she batted those long eyelashes.

“What?” I nearly lost my breath when I realized what she was asking. “No, no, I don’t know an Amy, not here anyway.”

“Oh, okay. Well then I guess we do have the wrong room girls.” She raised her hand and waved it backed handed-like as if shooing her friends back out of the room. “Uh, sorry Mr. Johnson.”

“Wait!” One of the other girls yelled and when I looked back I saw the smallest of the group hopping up and down, a beer in one hand, the other holding her crotch. “I really gotta go, really gotta…please. Mr. J, please can I use your bathroom.”

I hesitated for a moment wondering how I could refuse as I watched her do her little ‘pee-pee’ dance. “Sure, right back that way to the left.” I pointed down the short hallway of the suite. By the time I turned back the little one was by me in a flash.

“Girl still hasn’t learned to hold her beer.” Andie commented and I looked at her in time to see her lift her arm to brush back her long brunette hair. I got a brief glimpse of her stretched tank top around her incredibly pert and round breasts. They were very obviously natural under that tight gray top of hers. I’d seen women that showed through their thin shirts before, but this particularly gorgeous young woman was intensely the most sexy I’d seen up close. I could see not only her totally erect nipples poking through but the very outline of her areola were also visible. Before I realized what she was doing she had made her way over to the couch and had sat down. She drained the last of her beer and placed it rather sharply on the table in front of her.

“Anyway, that was Charley that went to use your facilities.” Andie looked up at me as she got comfy, stretching her legs out onto the cocktail in front of her. “She’s a sophomore by the way, the baby in the bağdatcaddesi escort group and obviously the one that has a tiny bladder. And let me introduce you to my other girl friends here.” She panned back to the girls still standing in the doorway, they both grinned and waved. “This is Chaise. She’s a junior.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. J,” she said with a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

I tried to keep my eyes locked on hers, but couldn’t, and glanced down ten times in a matter of a split second. She was wearing a very tight fitting blouse that gave off more accentuation to less generous cleavage but most obvious pert nipples. No bra on this girl either. She was also tall girl, who had to be at least 5′ 10″, very shapely broad hips with a very wide leather belt fitted around her tiny waist. Her shapely long legs went on forever under a very short, very tight skirt to the black leather knee high, high heeled boots she wore. With that incredible footwear she was easily over six feet tall and looking a tad down on me.

Andie pointed to the next girl, “This is Landra. She’s a senior like me.”

“Hi, Mr. J.” She just winked and took another swig of her beer.

She was completely different looking from the other girls. She was obviously at least part Asian. She had very straight, very black hair, that she let flow loosely behind her nearly down to her waist. She had nicely tanned olive skin that she obviously took good care of it was so smooth and silky looking. She wore a pair of those soft cotton, form fitting sports shorts and a loose t-shirt, cut off to reveal her very smooth, taut stomach. She rounded out her outfit in a cute pair of sandals. Of course it wasn’t the sandals I thought were so cure as the bareness of her feet. Bare feet always did something for me on a beautiful woman.

“So Mr. J, are you all by yourself in this big hotel room?” Andie asked.

“Maybe since it’s my room you’ve barged into I should ask what’re you all are doing tonight?” I still stood with my hand on the door handle as the other two girls made their way on into the room and sat down on either side of Andie.

“We’ve been to a couple parties, got a little drunk…were looking for another one, looking for Amy’s room next actually. She was supposed to have had a hot one going.”

“I can tell you’ve been partying but what are you all doing in this hotel?” I asked her but continue to subtly scan, ogle, all three women.

“Oh, I just assumed you probably knew by seeing all the coeds hanging out in the lobby and such the last couple of days. It’s a women’s college softball tournament this weekend.” She raised her arms and put them around each of the girls beside her. “We are a team, or at least part of a team. We won our first two games today and were out celebrating. Since we won we get a bye in the next round and don’t play again until after noon sometime. So now we can stay up late and party all night!” She whooped and put out her hands for high fives.

“Yeah baby!” Chaise cheered and slapped her left hand.

“Give it up!” Landra smacked her right and held up her beer for Chaise to smack it with hers sloshing a little down over Andie’s top between them.

The trickle of liquid ran down right over her left breast and that very much extended nipple.

“Oooh!” Andie shook her upper body only adding to the effect of her breasts and nipples glaring back at me.

My throat felt tight, my stomach light and my cock heavy as it did right before stiffening. I quickly lowered both hands, letting the door shut behind me and went to the closest chair to sit down and hide the soon to be obvious swelling in my sleep pants. I tried to remain purely conversational as I worked hard to keep my eyes above neck level on each of the young women that sat across from me. But the minute I looked into Andie’s glaring brown eyes, I knew she was looking at me differently, her expression was as if she was studying me.

“So,” Landra abruptly broke the silence and I looked over at her intensely staring at me as she fondled the neck of her beer bottle, “tell us about yourself, Mr. J.”

I breathed hard as she smiled seductively and raised the bottle to her lips, wrapped them around the bottle about two inches before sliding them slowly back up to the opening where she tipped it back and gulped down a full swallow.

I closed my eyes for a second and swallowed hard myself before I spoke. “I’m in town on business.” At the last of my words I opened my eyes and my gaze was now directed lower to where Landra was sitting opposite me, her bare feet on the table now touching and pulled in close, her knees spread wide, seemingly oblivious to the view she was giving me.

I swallowed hard again, this time with my eyes wide open.

Sitting as this dark haired beauty was, clearly outlined against the soft gray fabric of her shorts were her pussy lips. I was getting my first live camel-toe! I was also acutely aware that the increased swelling in my sleep pants was hidden from her and the other girls only by the way I beykoz escort was sitting with my legs together and hands in my lap.

My throat was suddenly dry and although I could feel the erection still growing I felt I needed to get up now before it became too obvious to hold down

“Would you like another beer or something else?” I blurted out.

“Oh, okay thanks,” Andie said, tapping the brown bottle she had drained earlier with her foot. “What do you say girls? He’s got booze and we aren’t ready to stop partying are we?”

“No way!” Landra raised her bottle aloft again and Chase was just about to clank it with hers when Andie raised her hand over her head between the bottles.

“Why don’t you guys do that over somebody else’s head.” Andie smirked.

The two girls both laughed and tipped back their beers for another healthy gulp.

When I felt I had my breath back and my semi-erect manhood securely pushed down I said, “I’ll get us more refreshments from the mini-bar.” I knew I may have stammered a bit, but the girls at that point were into themselves again.

I jumped up and quickly turned toward the kitchenette area.

When I got there I pulled the bottles of beer and sodas out of the fridge with no problem, but when I went to retrieve a couple of glasses from the upper shelf I knocked over two or three. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. My hands were very obviously shaking as fast as my heart was beating.

I have no idea how long I stood there. My mind was reeling with the thoughts of four lovely and at least partly intoxicated girls in my hotel room!

I took a deep breath and shouted down the hall, “How many drinks, ladies?”

Andie’s voice came back right away. “Just bring what you have babe!”

“Coming right up,” I shouted back with more confidence than I actually felt. I put all the bottles and glasses on a tray and as I walked back down the short hallway I reached down and adjusted my manhood in my pants, hoping to make myself a little less obvious.

As I walked back into the living room, I called out, “Room service!”

Then I froze again…this time hearing my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Standing at the end of the couch was Charley. She was standing there with her jeans and cowboy boots in her hands. My face had to have been burning as my eyes focused on the spot between her thighs. She was wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy panties below the waist.

I couldn’t focus on anything else in the room and it was a wonder I didn’t drop the whole tray of drinks.

I finally mumbled, “Whoops. Sorry.”

The room full of girls began laughing and almost shrieking.

“Ooooh,” said Andie. “Isn’t she a sexy picture, Mr. J?”

“She’s a picture,” I said, shifting the tray in my hands.

Charley was maybe five feet tall and very petite. Her face was very pretty with large blue eyes topped with long eyelashes. Her lips were full which only made that cute smile she was giving that much more intoxicating. She could be old or young man’s dream. Her long brown hair was tied back under a pony tail. Proportionately she probably had the largest breasts of all the girls, what with being at least half a foot shorter than the others.

“I didn’t make it quite in time and I peed myself a little.” The young girl commented.

“Damn, girl! You’re showing a lot of yourself to poor Mr. J here.” Andie snickered. “Put you pants back on.”

“I can’t, my undies are damp.” Chaise said as she looked down and literally pointed her knees out which jutted out the crotch of her wet underwear right to my view.

And yes there was a darker area in that part of her baby blue undies.

As I walked over to the table to put the tray down, I almost finally did drop it as Charley tossed her jeans on the back of the couch. I looked up to realize she had pulled off her top and was tossing it on top of her faded blue jeans.

“What the hell!” Chaise shrieked.

“Girl!” Andie bellowed.

I just swallowed hard and sat the drink tray on the glass table top with a loud clunk.

“How do you like these genuine, one-hundred percent natural, boobs, Mr. J!” She shook those firm orbs from side to side and there was little bounce they were so firm.

“Shit, why stop there Charley. Take off the fucking pee panties why don’t you.” Andie chided.

“Why not!” And the next thing I know the young girl hooks her thumbs in the waistband and starts to yank them down.

The other girls start a strip tease sing-song… “Dada-da-da-duh, dada-da-da-duh…”

Her tiny feet step out of her undies and she tosses them over on top of her bra, top and jeans.

“Damn.” I mumbled myself this time.

Now fully, completely, wonderfully naked, I could see Charley had the body of a very sexy woman, with a nice full chest, very flat young tummy and a damn what a neatly trimmed brown haired pussy. She was gorgeous. No two ways about it. She tanned, smooth and perfect as can be. Her body was a dream. At the moment my lust filled daydream. As caddebostan escort I felt the hard-on in my sleep pants pump up a quick couple of notches.

I immediately took my seat in the overstuffed arm chair once again.

Charley looked at the other girls, put her hands on her bare hips and said, “I shouldn’t be the only naked one around here.”

That must have been a cue.

Landra jumped up off the couch in one huge leap, her own massive breasts doing a heavy bounce under that loose top of her and in the next second that was pulled up over her head. She had no bra either. What was it with these young women nowadays and their druthers to go sans all their underwear? As I gulped and contemplated that high philosophical point she settled back onto the sofa, now stark naked from the waist up.

Then Chaise proceeded to undo her top slowly as she sat there on the other end of the sofa, watching my face every step of the way. She stared at me, as I panted too heavily, while she eased the blouse back. She exposed a brightly colored and very lacy bra. Funny thing at this point I was actually disappointed at that sight, although it was a very sexy bra. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse fell off her arms and down around her wrists. She tossed it over on top of her friend’s pile of clothes.

Almost automatically I sat there and stared at her bra, fully expecting her to lose it now.

“You know, Mr. J,” Andie the spokesperson for the girl group broke the silence. “I really like you. Most guys would have taken Charley stripping naked as an invitation and already grabbed for her by now figuring her for a quick and easy fuck.”

I looked back at her with my jaw hanging down I’m sure.

“So just what would it take you to come up off that chair and get busy with one of us? Huh?” As she trailed off, she abruptly whipped her tank top off, unbuttoned her short shorts, stood and shoved them down. She didn’t stop until she grabbed a beer, twisted the cap off with a flourish and sat back on the sofa tipping back and taking a huge swallow. “So? What? Cat got your tongue?”

“Uh….” was all I could utter. Clearly speechless and with a glazed expression plastered across my face she sat there still crossed legged only in her panties now opposite me with a seductive look on her face, teasing the little hole at the mouth of her beer bottle with the pink tip of her tongue.

“Fuck it! If you can get naked Charley so can we.” Landra blurted out, jumped up again, turned around and shoved her sports shorts down. She peeled them down her legs, showing me her very tight and round backside. She shimmied out of the pants confirming that she had no panties on, the reason I got such a hot camel toe look earlier. She slightly spread before she turned around to display her dark pubic hair that was neatly shaved into a triangle of sexy, wiry black.

If I hadn’t known better I’d have sworn I just had taken a huge gulp of beer as my mouth watered like I’d bitten into a juicy watermelon.

I looked to Andie’s right and caught Chaise slipping out of her bra, revealing her gorgeously naked, smaller, but well shaped breasts. They were flushed pink and her nipples stood out so invitingly. She tossed it on the back of the couch with the rest of the clothes and then dropped her skirt. When she tossed that back her hair hung down in front of her face and I caught myself looking right at a soft tuft of pubic hair sticking out of her low-cut lace panties. They were very flimsy and lacy and extremely tiny. Soon they were gone too, revealing a nice brunette bush that looked as combed as the hair on her head.

“Guess that leaves me to perform the big reveal, huh, Mr. J.” Andie still sat in the middle of the sofa beer in hand, one leg over the other, swing her leg gently up and back. She tipped the brown bottle up and took a long sip as her gaze lingered on me.

Literally this woman exuded a pure animal magnetism, an irresistible eroticism.

I swear, in near porn model fashion, Andie sat up and gently sat her beer back on the tray. She very slowly stood, the room totally quiet all of a sudden, as if the girls were totally engrossed in this performance themselves. The brunette looked me straight in the eye with an almost smoky stare as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and in a tantalizing slow motion pulled them down. Stopping every inch or so she looked at me seductively while and ran her tongue around her lips. When she had reached down to her smooth tanned calve her, legs still tightly pressed together, she barely lifted one foot then the other stepping out of her skimpy underwear. She slid them back up her legs and held them in front of her for a few seconds, letting me admire the rest of her mostly nude body.

Damn she was built, what a body!

“You like to be watched, don’t you?” I surprised myself in being able to boldly ask.

“Of course, doesn’t every woman?” Andie asked, as she turned and wiggled her amazingly tight round ass at me, before she walked away a couple of steps and looked over her shoulder to make sure I was still watching. My cock finally leapt up from between my legs, pushing out my pants at the sight of Andie undulating her naked backside in front of me. I quickly pushed it back down under my palm trying to shove it back between my thighs to squeeze it away.

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I did not go to work for a long time after the football team. I was sore for quite a while, but not very horny. I had saved a bit of money so I was financially comfortable for a while. Collage work began to pile up, after the Easter break I really began to feel the pressure. That was what finally sent me back to the agency, I needed a release.

“Sure thing, Angel. We have missed you these past couple of months. Actually there is a job on for Friday. I group want to have two girls. Two girls that don’t mind doing each other, while they watch. Beth is going and she asked if you were available for it. Want to go?”

The thought of getting to see Beth again got me going right there. “Sure thing. Just tell me where and when.”

I knew Beth would be looking fantastic. I had to do something just to be noticed next to her. A visit to Victoria’s Secret and new outfit and I was ready to knock her socks off.

At seven thirty I was at the hotel bar having a drink, and giving guys the brush-off, when in walked Beth. She had out done her-self this time. Her black hair was in a long pony tail down her back, bare shoulders ran down to a light blue dress that gently hugged her hips, but flared out to stop just above the knee.

I was dressed in a short, pleated skirt that brushed the cheeks of my ass in a very nice way when I walked. I had found a small white shirt that hugged tightly around my breasts, even with a couple of buttons undone. The naughty school-girl look was what was attracted the men like moths around a light.

In the elevator Beth gave me a short, hot kiss.

“Good to have you back. Where have you been?”

“After the football team I haven’t really needed it. It was quite a strange night, that one. Fun though.”

“Seeing you dressed like that gets me going. We should knock their socks off.”

“Wait until the action starts. Are any guys going to be there?”

“Don’t know. I think it is just girls. It should still be fun though.”

We fixed our make-up in the hall mirror before knocking on the door.

“Well hello. Do come in ladies.”

The six women in the room were all very different, but gorgeous in many different ways.

“Why don’t you girls entertain us for a while.”

Beth and I started to dance to the light music coming from the stereo. A slow Cuban beat that got the hips swaying. We got closer and closer, until our pubic hair was grinding together. It felt like she was not wearing and panties. That thought made me so hot I leaned over and began kissing Beth deeply. The sultry Asian sex-pot swirled her tongue around my mouth, her lips tasted of sweet jasmine. The dance was getting to her as well. I felt her hands run up my hips and begin to unbutton my shirt. Her hands were hot as she cupped my breasts, running her long figure-nails along the lace top.

“I like you new stuff, very sexy. I can’t wait to see the rest.” With that she pulled the zip at the back of my skirt and let it fall around my ankles.

A sigh from the audience brought me back to the room. Standing in $200 underwear in front of six, very horny, woman got my juices flowing.

Beth ran her hands around me from behind and we began dancing again. Feeling her pressed against my back got me even wetter than before. A large dark spot was forming in my panties, some of the girls in the room began playing with them selves. Hands ran into dresses and before long gentle moans filled the room.

I spun around in Beth’s arms and unzipped her dress, as it hit the floor I stared at were amazing body. She was completely naked, her breasts were firm in my hands, and her nipples were so hard I had to take one in to çekmeköy escort my mouth. As I sucked on her tits I ran a hand down her body and began to play with her clit. She was much wetter than I was down there, and as my fingers slipped in to her slit she began to nibble my neck. I ribbed the palm of my hand across her well trimmed pubic hair, and shoved three fingers deep in to her sopping wet slit.

As she moaned she undid my bra and let it fall. “Lay down. I want to eat your pussy. It was so good last time.”

I lay on the sofa and let her peel down my panties. A load gasp from the audience let me know they were watching.

“Oh, a smooth; shaved pussy. Angel you are a dirty girl, but I like it.” Beth began kissing me were the hair used to be, it felt so smooth and soft and her lips were hot and moist.

A pair of lips found mine and I was in a very passionate kiss with someone. I felt hands begin to fondle my breasts, and more kisses on my stomach. I moaned a little and Beth took that as a sign to attack my pussy. Her tongue pierced straight in to me cunt, while she used her teeth to nibble my clit.

The girl kissing me pulled away, but quickly replaced her mouth with her pussy. Having a hot twat of my own to play with sent me over the edge. I screamed my orgasm into the woman who had sat on my face and began to eat her for all I was worth. I stabbed my tongue deep inside her and began to grind her clit with my teeth. I reached up and cupped her breasts, her nipples were hard as bullets as I began to run my hands over her flesh and tweak her nipples even harder.

Before long she began to gush her cum in to my mouth, she kept moving as she came and smeared my face with her juice. As she rolled of my face Beth moved up my body to give me a deep kiss. Tasting my cum, mixed with the other girls on her lips was so good. As Beth and I were kissing I felt a fresh set of lips on my pussy, a thick tongue rolled over my clit and sent fresh shivers all over my skin.

Beth moved on to the floor and knelt down on all fours. A girl lay in front of her, trying to force her pussy into Beth’s mouth. As she bent down to start work someone else started to run her tongue around her slit and ass. Beth, it seemed, loved having her ass liked. She cried out and began rubbing her tits as she ate the steaming, hot cunt in front of her.

I looked down my body to see a bob of red hair between my legs. Her wide tongue was stretching me almost like a cock. I put my head back and found a pussy hovering over my face. She still had her g-string on, but that was no defence against me. I grabbed her hips and dragged her down onto my face. The strap cutting through her cunt, and pushing her pussy lips out quite nicely, turned out to be PVC. Very kinky, I thought but started nibbling her clit through the thong anyway.

It wasn’t very long before my face was awash with girly cream again. The girl got up and bent over to give me a long kiss. Looking at her I saw she had one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen.

“Would you like a proper fuck?”

I didn’t understand until I looked at her again. The PVC thong turned out to be part of a huge strap-on dildo. My eyes went wide at the sight of the huge black cock.

“God. Get that thing inside me now.” The girl licking my twat sat up and started to swallow the whole thing.

“She will get it nice and warm and wet for you lover. Just be patient. I’m Tabby, and this is Clair.” The red head slid her lips back over the plastic cock with a slurp and smiled at me. Between them, the two girls began to ease the monster in to my hungry cunt. The oversized head barely fit, cevizli escort when it was just in Tabby began rotating her hips. The giant cock head bulged in my pussy and I started grinding my hips, trying to get more of it in side me.

“Just wait Angel. I will get it all in soon.” Tabby stopped rotating her hips and began to ease the whole thing in to me. Clair helped to guide it in and sucked my clit and pussy lips.

“She doesn’t need and help lubricating it. She’s cumming buckets already. Slam it in to her, the whore can take it.” Hearing this angelic read head talk so dirty began to push me over the edge.

“Go on. Ram that huge cock up my twat. You, suck my clit. Stick your tongue in me.”

Tabby eased back slightly before forcing the whole, giant, invading, plastic dick right in me. I screamed as the end slammed against my womb, and I felt her thighs brush against mine. My clit was getting a good work out from Clair as well.

Tabby began sawing her huge dildo in and out of my over-stretched pussy. With Clair swapping from my aching clit to Tabby’s pussy lips and thighs I was in heaven.

Glancing sideways I saw a tall blonde girl laying on her back with a large red strap-on pointing straight up. Beth was lowering her tiny body on to the massive pole. With a last squeal she filled her self right to the top with plastic dick. She lent forward to kiss the blonde girl and fondle her tits.

Someone asked her something I didn’t hear, but she nodded her head a lot. At that a second woman started to ease a smaller strap-on up Beth’s tight, little ass. The blue cock glistened with lubrication and slid quite easily up her tiny hole.

I was beginning to get a bit jealous when the last two girls grabbed hold of me. Tabby pulled the dildo out of my soaking, wet cunt and they put my on all fours. Kneeling there, exposed to the world, with four exquisite woman eating me with there eyes. I feeling of being so wanted and dirty made me cum right there.

“She is good. She can cum when me aren’t touching her.”

“Yer, but it’s more fun to touch.” With that I felt Tabby’s dildo begin to invade my pussy again. I slammed my hips back and enjoyed being full of cock. The strap between her pussy lips must have been good as she began to cum, and shake the dildo inside me doing it. Clair lay underneath me and attacked my clit and cunt lips with a new energy. The brunet girl began to kiss my back and slowly ran her tongue down my ass cheeks and began to use her mouth and fingers on my ass.

Now you know me, I love getting both holes filled and the tongues in my pussy and ass had me gasping for breath when the last woman lay down in front of me and wrapped her thighs around my head. I quickly began to devour her juicy pussy.

After an hour of fucking and sucking each other, three of the girls made there excuses and staggered to the bathroom to dress. After they left the other five looked around and wondered what to do next. It was still early and the party was just getting started.

Beth went to the mini-bar and began to make cocktails. Half way through the first margarita there was a knock at the door.

“Hope you girls don’t mind. We invited our husbands along.”

“As long as they have cock they can come in.”

Well, two hansom men walked and their jaws hit the floor. Five hot, horny women, laying naked around the room, just waiting for them.

“Get undressed boys. We need some of your good stuff.” I have never seen two people lose their clothes so fast.

Beth began by sucking the taller one, called Brad, deep into her mouth. He was Lane’s husband. As Beth was sucking him, she scooted erenköy escort under her and began licking her cunt, and nibbling her clit.

John looked at Tabby and asked if he could do me.

“Sure baby. But you have to let me get her all nice and wet for you.” With that she pushed me on to the floor and rammed her hot tongue into my snatch again. The sight of his lovely wife eating a whore’s pussy got him very hard. I opened my eyes to see his cock disappearing in to Clair’s mouth. I reached out and grabbed the base of his lovely prick.

“Save some of that for me lover.” I whispered. With that he pushed his wife out of the way and started guiding his thick pole up my cunt. Tabby grabbed hold of his cock and began to wank him off as he was sliding his length up me.

As I was lying on my back Clair swung her legs over my head and lowered her hot snatch right on to my mouth. I felt Tabby’s lips and tongue began to wrap around John’s cock as it slid in and out of my tight pussy.

“Oh, God. You have such a tight, little pussy.” John began to pump harder and harder. Having his dick in my cunt and his wife sucking his balls and licking his cock clean every time he pulled out was really getting to him.

“Wait, John. I have a great idea.” John slid his cock out of me, lay on his back and asked me to sink down on his prick.

“Just like the other are. Only we have a surprise.” Tabby came back with her huge strap-on.

“Here Clair. You try it. Strap this big boy on and take this sluts ass with it.”

Tabby helped Clair with the strap-on. When she was ready I sank gratefully down onto John’s engorged pole. He held on to my hips as I lent forward and relaxed my ass enough to let in the dildo.

Looking over my shoulder I saw Tabby rubbing lube all over the huge, red cock. With Tabby’s help, Clair positioned the bulbous head against my waiting ass. Slowly, with gentle thrust I felt the whole thing begin to slide in to my ass. That set of a small explosion in my pussy, and I felt my cum leak out and all over John’s cock and balls.

With a last big push the massive dildo was rammed right up my but. Being full felt great, and my two new lovers started to pick up the pace of their thrusts.

Tabby must have been feeling left out, as when I looked over I saw Beth on her back having Brads cum eaten out of her pussy by one girl, while Tabby was sat on her face getting a great pussy licking. Brad was near by fisting his cock back to hardness.

“Wait,” I looked over my shoulder, “Clair, go and shove that dildo up Tabby’s ass while she is getting her pussy eaten. Tell Brad to come over her and take over.”

With that I had both thick, throbbing cocks inside me. Tabby was screaming and thrashing about on Beth’s face as she was getting ass-fucked. The sight of four beautiful women all fucking each other just sent me over the edge. I began screaming as a huge orgasm washed over me. As I was coming down from that I felt the boys pace being to quicken.

“Oh yes. That’s it boys. Fill me with your cum. Fill your slutty whore all the way up while your wives fuck each other.” The torrent of filth I was spouting had the right effect. With a finale thrust both cocks slammed into me and began to spew hot, creamy spunk up my pussy and ass. Having your ass filled with cum is the best feeling ever, it’s nearly as good as having it spraying your cunt. Both together, that had me screaming all over again.

I flopped on to John, and Brad flopped on to me. I was in a man sandwich, and loved it. When their cocks grew soft they rolled off me and left me on the floor. My pussy and ass were assaulted straight away. Tabby began to eat her mans cum from my pussy, while Clair sucked her mans cum from my ass.

When I was clean the other got dressed and left. As the room was paid for Beth and I had a shower together and sank into the soft bed. We didn’t sleep much, but that is another story.

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Her husband had been gone for four months with eight more to go. Although she masturbated often, it was not nearly enough to satisfy her desire for intimacy. As the time away from her husband grew longer, the need to feel a man grew stronger.

Tanaka is 43 years old. Her Japanese complexion was flawless and at 5’6, she had was taller than most Asians, and she carried herself well. She had amazing 34C breasts and a trimmed pussy that was sweeter than anything in the world. She truly was perfect, and those who saw her were left captivated by her beauty and understated sexiness.

She never really looked at other men, but she found herself fantasizing in the gym about how this guy would look naked, or how the guy at the supermarket would look as he licked her pussy, or how it would feel her to get fucked by all of them. The need for intimacy grew stronger as the days moved on. As luck would have it, she was finally going to get some relief from a very unlikely person.

Kyle lived two houses down. A broken water heater necessitated she call him for some help. She thought about calling a repairman, but until she knew it was just not a pilot light, she wanted to hold off on doing so. She went over to his house and knocked on the door. He answered without his shirt on and was sweaty. He apologized for his appearance and said he was working out. She explained her dilemma and he agreed to come over to take a look.

Upon his arrival to the house, he grabbed the instruction book and followed the steps to re-light the pilot light. In a matter of four minutes, the water heated kicked back to life. She felt so stupid and apologize profusely for wasting his time. He would hear nothing of it and recommended they wait a few minutes to see if the hot water returned.

She invited him in for a drink, and they made small talk. He asked how she was coping with her husband being gone. He then explained his wife was also bağdatcaddesi escort gone for six months for work. He said, “It has only been two months, but it feels like she has been gone forever. Only four months to go! Anyway, let’s check that hot water.”

As luck would have it, the water was hot. She thanked him profusely and gave him a hug. Oddly, the hug lingered longer than it should have and she felt the bulge of his cock against her hip. His body smelled of sweat and she suddenly felt the strongest desire for him. Their hug ended and he leaned in to kiss her. She resisted for just a moment and then their tongues met with a fury she had missed so much. She held onto his strong body and felt the strength in his hold. Her hand moved across his chest, down his hip and touched his hard cock. It was so large and swollen. She knew she had to have it in her mouth. She slowly dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down to release his cock from his pants. It popped out and she started it. It was absolutely perfect and she moved her fingers across the head and across the ridges. There was a small amount of pre-cum on it and he put her tongue on the tip and gently inside to taste his seed. It was salty, but so delicious. She moved her hand down the shaft and took his penis into her mouth. He was so hard and she could barely get it into her mouth. He must have been eight inches and he was so thick. She felt her wet panties clinging to her pussy as she continued to suck his amazing cock. As she sucked, his breathe began to quicken. Encouraged by his excitement, she sucked harder until finally, she felt his penis jerk and her mouth was filled with his cum. It was almost too much to keep in, but she managed to keep it in as she sucked ever last drop from his beautiful cock.

He began to get soft and she moved up to kiss him on his lips. He kissed her deeply and apologized for taking advantage of her. beykoz escort She tried to tell him she needed it just as much as he did, but he was embarrassed. He said he was sorry and went for the door. She followed, but knew it was too late. He thought he had taken advantage of her, but really, she had taken advantage of him.

Still unsatisfied, she went upstairs and went to the bed. She reached into the nightstand and got her vibrator. He panties were soaked and she closed her eyes imagining his spectacular cock and how great it would feel to have him lick her pussy. She felt the orgasm growing inside her until finally, she felt a wave of release explode inside her. As her orgasm subsided, she was still not satisfied. She went to the drawer and got her dildo. It was thick, but not quite as thick as Kyle. She needed to feel herself filled and pushed it deep inside herself. As she thrust it in and out, she imagined him on top of her with his muscular chest and arms moving his lovely cock in and out of her. She felt another orgasm building and she thrust her dildo with a furry as again, she felt an orgasm rip threw her. Her hand and her toy were covered in her juices. Still though, she was not satisfied. Frustrated, she went to take a cold shower. Oh, what might have been.

She had not seen him in more than a week. She truly felt bad about taking advantage of him and was resigned to explain to him that she was not upset. Perhaps he felt guilty about cheating on his wife. I had to let him know it was okay, so I went over and knocked on his door. There was no answer, so she left the note she had written. It read, “I am sorry for taking advantage of a lonely situation. Please forgive me for doing something you did not want to do.” She went home to wait, hoping at the very least, she would earn his forgiveness.

Another week went by and as she was getting ready for bed, there was a knock on the door. caddebostan escort She descended the stairs and looked through the peep hole. There he was. She collected herself and opened the door. He stood there looking slightly off so she invited him in. He was clearly drunk, so she asked him to sit at the table and made them some coffee.

He took a drink and said “Thank you for your note, but I really feel like I was the one who took advantage of you.”

She laughed slightly and explained that she was the one who took advantage of him. She had fantasized about him often even prior to their encounter and her husband was aware of her feelings. He had given her permission if she was ever given the chance. She had wanted it, and still wanted more. She leaned in and kissed him. He resisted at first, but he finally gave in. She invited him upstairs and they moved up the stairs kissing and taking off their clothes as they went. They finally reached the bed and he moved down her neck, stopping only to suck on her nipples until he finally reached her wet, dripping pussy. He put his tongue on her clit and her she struggled to catch her breath. Her pussy got more wet as he moved his tongue along her folds, pushed it into her wet pussy and sucked and licked her clit. She felt the orgasm building until finally she felt the wave of an orgasm rip through her. He moved back up her body and she kissed him deeply. She tasted herself on his mouth and it tasted amazing. She asked him to please put himself inside of her and at last, she was going to feel his amazing cock.

He started in slowly and she could feel her pussy relaxing to accept his size. At first, he was too large, but eventually her wanting pussy relaxed and he plunged it deep inside of her. He thrust deeper and deeper inside and she felt both filled and sopping wet as her pussy reacted to the fact that finally, Kyle was fucking her like she fantasized so many, many times before. He made her cum again and again until finally, his pace quickened and she felt his cum explode deep into her pussy.

His pace finally slowed and he deposited every last drop into her and kissed her deeply. She looked at him and knew that once would not be enough.

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The Road Not Taken

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Jennifer Sutherland stared out the kitchen window as she took another sip of her morning coffee. Mentally, she made a note to call the lawn service to trim the grass out by the back fence. The paper was calling for rain this afternoon but looking at the clear morning sky she thought they were wrong once again.

“I guess she’s not coming this morning.” the 38 year old brunette said to herself as she placed her now empty coffee cup down on the table.

“She” was Sally Yee, the 25 year old emergency room nurse who had rented the basement apartment for the last few months. Jennifer and Sally usually had coffee every Friday but this morning she’d found a note saying she’d been called into work late last night and might not be able to make it. Still, Jennifer had come to enjoy their weekly chats so much that she had hoped Sally could still make it.

Rinsing out the cup in the sink, Jennifer remembered that at first she’d been reluctant to rent out the tiny basement apartment. They’d converted the small room into living space when they’d first bought the house fifteen years ago so that her widowed mother could live with them. She had passed away six years ago and her oldest son Chris had inherited the apartment. Then Chris went away to college a year and a half ago and his brother Bill took it over.

Eight months ago, right after his 18th birthday, Bill had enlisted in the Navy, deciding that it was a good way to spend a few years while he decided what he wanted to do with his life. It wasn’t a bad decision but it had left Jennifer with an empty house.

It had been both a new and very strange feeling to the mother of two. A little over 20 years ago, Jennifer had gone right from her father’s house to her husbands. It wasn’t how she planned it though. Originally there had been plans for college, maybe a career. And if she was totally honest with herself, she wasn’t 100% certain that her future plans involved Jack Sutherland. But what was that phrase from the song, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.”

“Oh it happened all right.” Jennifer said to herself as she stepped out onto the kitchen porch. “Did it ever.”

Her thoughts drifted back to the night some six weeks after the senior prom when she became all too aware of two of life’s harsh realities. The first was the fine print on the side of a box of condoms, not that she ever read it, which stated that while effective, any form of birth control was only 99% or so. The other truth was the fact that yes, you can lose your virginity and get pregnant at the same time.

It could’ve been worse. She and Jack had already graduated High School and he had already gone to work at his father’s hardware store. Two decades later, Jack Sutherland had taken over from his father and owned four hardware stores in four different towns.

If only their personal life had been so successful. At 18 they’d been very much in love, but as they grew older, it became very apparent that they had matured in opposite directions. Jack had immersed himself in the business and Jennifer in her sons. The only problem was that while Jack still had the business, looking forward to the day when Chris got his degree and followed in his footsteps, Jennifer now had a big void in her life.

A void that was becoming filled more and more with the what-ifs of her life. What if she’d gone to college? What if she’d been married to someone other than Jack? What if she simply led an adventurous life, leaving behind a trail of lovers. It wasn’t too late to pick up the loose threads of her life and start anew, but she found that she lacked the spark to rekindle her fires.

“Morning Jennifer.” called out a soft quiet voice as its owner walked up the driveway.

“Hi Sally!” Jennifer called out, her mood improving immediately.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it this morning.” Sally said as she climbed the steps up to the porch “But I didn’t finish my shift until 2 A.M. and decided to crash on one of the couches in the lounge rather than drive home tired.”

“That was a good idea.” Jennifer agreed. “Can you sit for a while or are you on your way out the door again?”

“Well I was going to run a few errands, but I guess they can wait.” the black haired woman said as she dropped into one of the large cushioned wicker chairs that filled the porch.

“Great.” Jennifer said with a smile as she settled into her own chair.

Sally Yee was a few inches taller than Jennifer’s 5’6″ with a round pleasant face that made her seem even younger than her 25 years. Long straight black hair was tied up into the bun she wore while working. Hair that stretched down to her waist when undone. Sally had a slim but well developed build. A tight waist and taut stomach supported small round breasts that were firm enough not to need additional support. At least Jennifer had never noticed Sally wear a bra, even when she only sported a T-shirt.

Jennifer, on the other hand, had full bodied breasts which had developed early and caused her to have to start çekmeköy escort wearing a bra long before most of the girls in her class. They had almost been too large for her to make the cheerleader squad in high school.

Mrs. Johnston, the faculty advisor, had felt that Jennifer stood out too much from the other less endowed girls and caused too much of a distraction when she wore the short and tight cheerleader outfits. It took a petition of over a hundred signatures, almost all belonging to boys, to make the principal overrule Mrs. Johnston. The petition said it was a matter of upholding Jennifer’s rights, but no one really believed it was anything other then a lot of horny young men’s desire to see Jenn doing splits in the red and white cheerleader’s uniform.

“So how was your night?” Jennifer asked, always interested in the interesting life Sally led.

As the young Asian woman told the tale of the injuries to some police and firemen battling a four-alarm over by the edge of town, Jennifer thought about how much she liked having Sally around.

Despite the difference in their age and backgrounds, the two women had found enough in common to become friends. Jennifer had been amazed to discover that Sally had gotten married even younger than she had. At 17, her family had pressured her into marriage with an older man. The union had lasted less than 2 years and Sally had found herself divorced at 19.

Her family, being very old world, had never forgiven her for what they perceived as an insult to their family honor. Sally hadn’t told her exactly why she’d left her husband but it was obvious from the way she talked about their brief marriage that she had never loved him from the start. In Jennifer’s case, at least she could say that at least in the early years, her case had been different.

So at 19, disowned by her family, Sally had stopped using the name her family had given her, Yee Sau-ling, and had gone back to school for her nursing degree. Totally immersing herself in her goal, she had crammed a normal course of study into less than 3 years.

Currently, she worked at Metropolitan Hospital only a few blocks away. She had been overjoyed to find an apartment so close that she could walk back and forth to work.

As Sally finished her story, Jennifer remembered something she wanted to ask her younger friend.

“We’re having a barbecue Sunday night.” Jennifer said. “I was wondering if you could come?”

“Well, I’ll have to check my schedule.” Sally replied. “I’m on call this weekend.”

“I hope you can.” Jennifer said. “Jack’s cousin Michael is coming over and I really think you’d like him. He’s a paramedic so you should have something in common already.”

Sally didn’t immediately respond but the look on her face told Jennifer that she wasn’t exactly excited by the prospect of meeting Jennifer’s relative.

“Jenn..I…” she began.

“No, you don’t have to say it.” Jennifer cut her off. “I guess I should have asked you first.”

“Well…it might’ve been a good idea.” Sally replied.

“It never occurred to me that you might not be interested.” Jenn continued. “I should’ve considered the idea that you might not want to date non-Asian men. I mean the fact that I’ve never even heard you mention one should’ve been a clue.”

Sally seemed to be considering something for a few moments as her eyes took on a far-away stare. It lasted only a few brief seconds but when her attention returned it was clear that she had something to say.

“Jenn, I need to tell you something.” she began. “I really wasn’t planning on bringing this up but I once made myself a promise not to lie to myself or other people for that matter.”

“I’m all ears.” Jennifer laughed.

“It’s not that I don’t date non-Asian men.” Sally said in a calm, even tone. “I don’t date men, period.”

“Sally, I know you had a bad marriage.” Jennifer quickly replied. “But that’s no reason to shut yourself out from relationships. I’m sure that there are plenty of men that…”

“You don’t understand.” Sally cut her off. “I don’t have relationships with men. Jennifer, I’m a lesbian.”

For the first time since she’d met Sally, Jennifer was speechless.

“I really hadn’t planned on telling you that.” Sally went on. “But I think if I didn’t, you’d be going out of your way to match me up with every unmarried Chinese man in town.”

“I never would’ve guessed.” Jennifer finally said. “I mean, I don’t know what to say. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Sally grinned. “This isn’t something that I just decided you know. I’ve known it since I was 13 years old. It soon became obvious to my parents as well. That’s why they were so quick to marry me off. I lived a lie every night for two years until I couldn’t do it anymore. That’s when I promised myself that I’d never lie to myself again – whatever the cost. I don’t wear a sign around my neck, but I don’t try to hide it either.”

“I can’t imagine having that much courage.” Jennifer said, cevizli escort a touch of admiration in her voice. “To walk away from everything in your life and start over.”

“It wasn’t easy.” Sally admitted. “But every new life begins with a single step, eventually the steps become easier as you build on your life a little at a time.”

A silent pause hung in the air. It took Jennifer a long minute to understand what Sally had told her.

“I hope this won’t make a difference in our friendship.” Sally said, breaking the silence.

“A difference?” Jennifer repeated.

“Well, some women have a hard time dealing with lesbianism.” Sally went on. “They tend to ignore every other thing about you and just assign some stereotype image.”

“What kind of image?” Jennifer asked, genuinely curious.

“Well that you spend your days trying to seduce lonely housewives away from their husbands.” Sally explained. “Or when you’re not doing that, you’re trying to recruit your daughters into some secret society.”

“Well are you?” Jenn asked in mock seriousness.

“When I was a lot younger, I wished there was some kind of secret society.” Sally said. “Somewhere I could go to talk to someone. You have no idea what it’s like to grow up a lesbian teen, and a Chinese lesbian teen on top of that. Imagine having your own parents look down on you as some kind of abomination.”

Jennifer thought for a moment of her own parents reaction when she had told them she was pregnant. Her father had been angry enough that night to call her a slut. But in the end they had calmed down and there had been socially acceptable solutions to her predicament. Marriage that early in her life might not be ideal, but at least Jack had a future with his father’s company and it would give the baby a name. In fact, since both her mother and mother-in-law were quick to spread the story that Chris was premature, few people knew she had walked down the aisle pregnant.

“No, I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like.” Jennifer responded. “But you don’t have to worry about our friendship. This isn’t going to affect it.”

“Are you sure?” Sally asked again.

“I’m positive.” Jennifer repeated. “I don’t believe in judging someone based on who they share their bed with. After all, look who sleeps on the other side of my bed.” she laughingly added.

“I’ve always thought Mr. Sutherland was a nice guy.” Sally noted.

“Oh he is, I’m only kidding.” Jennifer replied. “But while we’re on the subject, I don’t think this is the kind of thing you should mention to him. I hope you’re okay with that because I’m really not sure what kind of reaction he would have.”

“It’s okay.” Sally agreed. “As hard as the subject is for some women to come to grips with, it’s even harder for an even greater number of men.”

“Good.” Jennifer said, letting out a deep breath.

“I’d really better get started on those errands.” Sally noted as she looked at her watch and began to rise from her seat.

“Please try and come to the barbecue.” Sally said. “I’m sure you’ll have a good time anyway.”

“I’ll try.” Sally said as she stepped off the porch and waved good-bye.

Sally did come to the barbecue and she had a great time. In fact everyone had a lot of fun. One thing bothered Jennifer though. When the two women were changing into their swim suit, she suddenly felt very self conscious being nude next to Sally. It wasn’t that Sally did anything different. In fact, she barely glanced in the older woman’s direction. Jennifer just couldn’t get the thought out of her mind that exposing herself to Sally was just like letting any of the men outside see her naked.

It was a stupid idea of course, she thought. After all, she was over ten years older than Sally and while she looked good for her age, she definitely didn’t have the same body she had back in high school.

That night, long after all the guests had gone home, Jennifer found herself standing nude in front of the bathroom mirror and taking stock of herself. Her hair was still the rich brown color it had been since she was a child, no sign of even a single gray strand. A few lines showed in her face, but there were a lot less than many of her contemporaries. She could chalk that one up to good genes, both her mother and grandmother had aged gracefully as they liked to say.

The large 36C bust that had been so popular back in high school had suffered some of the effects of age and gravity, but serious attention to her physical well-being over the years had helped reduce the negatives there as well. Her small pink nipples were still immediately noticeable, popping to attention as the cool evening air hit them. Absentmindedly, Jennifer ran her middle fingers over each of them.

From the brief glance she had taken before she felt a little foolish, Jennifer remembered that Sally had small very dark brown nipples. She idly wondered if the younger woman’s nubs were as sensitive.

Jennifer’s stomach showed she should get erenköy escort back to the gym, a long lazy summer had let a few pounds collect there. It wasn’t obvious as the bulge that was wrapped around Jack’s belly, but even a few too many pounds on a woman stood out.

Her hand slid down to the hairy bush between her legs and gently stroked the center of it. Once upon a time she used to trim her hair regularly, but it had been so long since Jack had noticed she no longer went to the trouble. Oh, they still had sex now and then, but it had been reduced to the occasional wham, bam and thank you ma’am. Long gone were the days when they went at it all night, and if they boys were away, into the next day as well.

The next week passed quickly for Jennifer and she only saw Sally for a few minutes on Friday. Even so, the young Asian woman was never far from her thoughts. She just couldn’t get the idea that she was a lesbian out of her mind. What was it like she kept asking herself, making love to another woman? What would it be like to even just kiss one? Of course she’d kissed other women over the years, relatives, girlfriends and such, but they were always safe sexless kisses. How different would it be if backed by passion?

One quiet afternoon, she actually dug out one of those old porno tapes that Jack kept in the basement and watched it. It had been over ten years since she’d watched one of them with him and she tossed aside boxes until she found the one she remembered. She fast forwarded past all the male and female scenes until she got to images of girl on girl sex. She must’ve watched that five minute segment a half dozen times. By the last time she watched it the young Chinese woman in the film had metamorphosed into Sally’s twin. It was quickly becoming an obsession.

Saturday was the busiest day of the week and Jennifer thought it would never end. About ten o’clock, she crawled into bed and fell asleep. About midnight, she woke out of a listless slumber. Something was nagging at the back of her mind. Then it hit her, she’d forgotten to set the washing machine after she’d put in that last load. Normally she would run it overnight to take advantage of the lower electrical rates. She knew that it would keep her awake the rest of the night if she didn’t go down and run it now. It was a silly thing really, but that was the kind of person she was.

Slipping out of bed as quietly as she could, Jennifer was careful not to wake Jack. Listening to his heavy breathing for a moment, she doubted that he would’ve woke if she jumped up and down on the floor.

Down the back stairs she went, carefully opening the door to the laundry room. It took less than a minute to set the machine and she was about to start back up the stairs when she heard a soft bang from the front of the basement. The bang repeated itself a moment later, this time loud enough for Jennifer to identify it as coming from Sally’s basement apartment.

Not sure what to make of the noise, Jennifer stepped back from the stairs and tip toed instead into the small storage room that was situated between the laundry room and the basement apartment. Once inside the tiny room, Jennifer could hear voices from Sally’s apartment. Curiosity overwhelmed her and she pressed her ear against the wall to hear more.

It was hard to make out exactly what was being said through the sheetrock, but it was very obvious that Sally had company in her room. Based on her recent revelations, it didn’t take a second for Jennifer to realize that it was another woman.

“They’re making love.” Jennifer said to herself as she pressed harder against the wall in order to hear more. “This is exciting.” she added as she realized that her heart was beating at a much quicker pace.

Jennifer regretted Jack having done such a good job with the wall insulation as she could only hear parts of what was going on just a few feet away. One thing that she had been able to make out was that the other woman’s name was Amber.

“God, I wish I could see what was going on.” Jennifer thought as she squeezed her breasts through her nightgown. “I can’t remember the last time I was this excited.”

Then it came to her in a sudden memory. A few years back, her youngest had drilled a hole in the wall in order to spy on his older brother. She had found it by accident one day and really thought it was rather silly. That was until she had looked through it one afternoon when she had come home unexpectedly and saw Chris standing naked in the center of the room. It came as quite a shock to her. Her oldest son had grown into a handsome 6 footer with blue/green eyes and short blonde hair.

His nakedness wasn’t as startling as the fact that his girlfriend, Joyce, was on her knees in front of him, equally naked – her mouth wrapped around his cock. Intellectually, Jennifer knew she should’ve immediately turned away from the image but the eroticism of it held her at the peephole.

Joyce was a pretty enough girl, but rather skinny Jennifer had always thought. She had small breasts, no more than a B-cup, which always made her wonder why Chris dated her. In the past all of his girlfriends had been rather well endowed. As she watched her son’s hardness slide back and forth between her lips, she no longer had to wonder why.

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