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(Special thanks to Lisa Teez, whose feedback on the story ‘Shameless’ inspired this sequel.)

*

“DeeDee!”

“Hanna! Hugs!” With a squeal of excitement, the two women embraced, kissed each other quickly on the cheek, and pulled away. “Oh. My. God. Hanna, you look…whatever you’ve been taking, I want a prescription!”

Hanna was already turning to the brunette woman who walked in with DeeDee. “Liza!” she shouted. “Oh, it has been too long.” The two of them hugged. “And I do not know what you’re talking about, Dees. You still look as gorgeous as ever, and you cannot deny it.”

DeeDee rolled her eyes. “I don’t feel as gorgeous as ever. I feel old. I’m an old woman already, at the tender age of thirty-four. I have three gray hairs hidden under the henna. Any day now I expect my friends to tell me they’re putting me in a home.”

Liza smacked her on the shoulder. “Oh, hush! God, I wish my boobs looked that good–LUCY!” She waved at another woman, a petite blonde, who was walking in from the sitting room. “Oh, it has been too long!” She looked back over at Hanna, who was already grabbing DeeDee’s coat. “This was such a good idea, Hanna. We haven’t seen each other in…five years?”

Hanna slung the coats over her arm. “Six years since I’ve seen Lucy, but some people keep in touch more than others.” She lowered her voice and leaned in at the small group. “Bobbi and Barbi still share an apartment, you know.”

Lucy wiggled her eyebrows. “Probably not all they share. You know those two are such total dykes for each other, ever since…” They all shared a look, and everyone but Hanna blushed.

DeeDee huffed. “At least somebody’s getting some. I broke up with my boyfriend three months ago, so I haven’t gotten good sex in…” she made a show of counting on her fingers. “Three years.” Everybody giggled.

Liza rolled her eyes. “You want to talk about lack of sex, honey. Try getting married. Honestly, I thought I was going to have to fend my husband off with a stick, and what do I get? ‘Not tonight, honey, I have a headache.’ I’m like, ‘That’s MY line!'”

The doorbell rang. Hanna opened it as the other three women turned to see who the new arrival was. “MUFFY!” they all shouted in unison.

The woman at the door with the big glasses and the mousy brown hair blushed furiously. “Elise, y’all!” She walked in and pulled her coat off. “I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you, I haven’t been ‘Muffy’ in years! Not since…college.”

Everyone shared a look. Everyone except Hanna blushed.

*****

Becky walked in, carrying an astonishingly large tray of jello shots in a variety of colors. “Alright, pledges,” she said, looking at the slightly nervous quartet of girls. “Tonight’s challenge is Truth…or Dare!” She grinned wickedly. “Or Drink!”

Bertha shifted position a little nervously. “I’m, um…I’m not a big drinker.”

Suzi giggled. “Better hope you’ve got a gutsy crowd, then!” She grabbed a jello shot and set it down in front of her.

Becky handed jello shots to the other girls. “Madame Secretary, if you could explain the rules to our baby freshmen?”

Suzi stood up. “Of course, Madame President. Hanna, Muffy, Lucy, You–” Bertha blushed. She’d already been told that nobody named ‘Bertha’ ever made it into Kappa Delta Tau, and she had until the end of hazing to find a nickname or wash out. “You four girls are all familiar with Truth or Dare, right?”

Lucy looked up. “Y–“

“WRONG! Here’s how the Kappas play Truth or Dare…or Drink. You each have a jello shot in front of you. So do the six of us. We’re going to take turns asking you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully. If you don’t want to answer the question, you can instead take a dare. And if you won’t answer the question, and you won’t take the dare…we all have to do a shot.” Suzi grinned at Muffy. “And since I know some of you can’t handle your liquor, we’ll get the truth out of you soon enough. Or the dares. Or both.” She sat back down. “Any questions?”

Muffy raised her hand. “Speak, pledge,” Liza said.

“When will we be finished, ma’am?” Muffy said, trying to keep from shooting a ‘I can’t believe you got me into this’ look at Suzi. They were neighbors back home and only a year apart in high school, and Muffy had figured it was a sign of friendship when Suzi had suggested she pledge. She hadn’t thought about what hazing would be like. No-one can hurt you like a friend, Muffy thought. She even told them about my nickname.

Bobbi and Barbi looked at each other, then at the pledges. “When we say so,” they said in unison.

“And with that,” Becky said, “let’s begin! Since you asked the question, Muffy, now you get to answer one. Truth or Dare: Why do they call you ‘Muffy’?”

Muffy blushed furiously. “Dare.”

Becky grinned like a wolf in a henhouse. “Show Hanna why they call you ‘Muffy’.”

“….drink?”

The first round of jello shots went down.

*****

Pinky had another sip of wine. “I still don’t casino siteleri know why it bothers her so much,” she said. “Personally, I always liked ‘Pinky’. Then again, I never liked ‘Bertha’ to begin with. Women shouldn’t be named ‘Bertha’, it always gives the impression that you have beefy arms and only one eyebrow.”

Hanna giggled over her own wine. “How many people ask you what it means?”

Pinky looked down at her bubble-gum pink dress. “Not as many as you’d think.” The two of them broke out in further laughter, which attracted attention from the scattered pockets of conversation around the room. “If they say anything, I either talk about liking the cartoon, or suggest it’s down to my color scheme.”

“So you don’t tell anyone about…”

Pinky blushed, just a little. “I mentioned it to my last boyfriend. I think it weirded him out a little. Then again, he did want me to dress him up like a French maid and spank him, so ‘weird’ is a relative thing.” She sighed. “I have a gift for picking losers, Hanna. Either they’re so vanilla that they think missionary style is for perverts, or they’ve got a fetish ‘Savage Love’ hasn’t even heard of yet. I’d just like to meet one nice guy…who likes to do it in elevators.” She drank a little more wine. “So how about you? Nice house, body perfect enough to make the rest of us seethe with quiet envy…aren’t you going to join the pity party even a little? Dish. Tell me what you’re doing nowadays, whether you’ve got a man stashed somewhere, how you can afford this place!”

Hanna smiled mysteriously. “I run a little…Internet business with my M…ain squeeze.” She looked around at the others, all knotted up in discussion. “You wouldn’t want to come upstairs and see it, would you?”

*****

Lucy looked straight down at her own feet, blushing beet red. “Seven or eight times a week,” she said in a tiny voice, the blush spreading up her head so the rest of the girls could see it through her pageboy haircut. “Usually just before I go to sleep, but sometimes I do it in a restroom between classes.”

DeeDee’s eyes widened. “You PERV! I hope you keep quiet…are you a screamer?”

Liza elbowed DeeDee in the ribs. “Ah! You can ask that next time, Dees. She answered her question fair and square, and now it’s someone else’s turn. Specifically…Muffy!”

Bertha groaned, which just made the other girls laugh harder. This would be Muffy’s fourth time up, and every time, one of the girls had asked the same question and given the same dare. All three times, she’d picked ‘Drink’.

Suzi leaned in close to Muffy. “Honey, you and I both know that after another couple of shots, you’ll be demonstrating it to everyone whether we dare you to or not. So you might as well answer now. Truth or Dare: Why. Do. They. Call. You.” She reached out a finger and gently brushed it against the crotch of Muffy’s jeans. “‘Muffy’…?”

“I…” Bertha gave her a pleading look. “Oh, alright!” she said. “I was sixteen, and I was at this slumber party with a bunch of girls. And we, um…” she looked over at the jello shots, many of which were now gone. “We got ahold of some liquor. The girl’s parents were out of town, and so we all got, y’know…”

“Drunk?” Bobbi and Barbi said in unison.

“Yeah. And I was sixteen, and I was more than a little drunk–and I wasn’t the only one–and about half of us had gone to sleep, and most of the others were playing some card game, and then I noticed that one of the older girls who had gone to sleep…hadn’t.” Muffy squirmed a little in her seat. “She was pretending to sleep, but she was really…touching herself.”

Becky squealed with giggles. “Like Lucy!”

Lucy’s blush seemed to actually radiate outward from her body at that, but Muffy kept going. “And she noticed that I noticed. But she didn’t stop. She just kept, you know, going. Even harder. And I couldn’t stop watching. She was just…wow. I kinda edged closer, because I didn’t want anyone seeing me…seeing her. And then this girl, she looked over at me, and she said, ‘Help me.’

“And like I said, I was drunk…drunker than I am now, and probably drunker than I ever was. And I just thought, ‘Why the hell not?’ So I just leaned on over, and…had a taste.”

The girls all squealed. Suzi squealed the loudest, but Muffy saw the crazy light in her eyes. Suzi didn’t just want them to know, Muffy knew that all along. She wanted Muffy to tell them. “Tell them what happened next,” Suzi shouted over the din.

Muffy gulped. “Turned out she was a screamer.” The girls all roared with laughter. Even Lucy went along with it. “Everyone saw us, and I was ‘Muffy’ for the rest of the time I was in high school.” A salacious grin stole over her face. “Is that why you wanted me as a Kappa Delt, Suz? Wanted to see if it felt as good as it looked?”

Bobbi shouted, “We’ll ask the questions around here, pledges!” It somehow sounded odd not to hear her in stereo. “Next up, Hanna! Truth or Dare: What do you fantasize about when you masturbate?”

Hanna slot oyna just smiled. The other girls already knew she wasn’t going to wash out–nothing seemed to shock her. But they were at least hoping for some good entertainment out of her.

“Dare,” she said.

*****

Hanna led Suzi into the small office, and sat her down at the computer. “So what’s this ‘Internet business’ you were showing Pinky a little bit ago? She came down looking like a zombie. You haven’t been showing her your homemade pornos, have you?”

Hanna smiled. She could have given the Mona Lisa lessons. “Actually,” she said, leaning over Suzi’s shoulders and clicking on a link, “yes.”

A logo came up on the screen. ‘TranceBabes’, it said. Beneath it, a banner read, ‘The ultimate in REAL hypnokink videos.’ A brief loop of video played, of a man dangling a pocketwatch in front of…in front of…Suzi looked up at Hanna, then back at the screen. “No way,” she breathed out.

“Yes way!” Hanna said, her enigmatic smile curling up into something a bit more sinister. “Alec and I have made an absolute fortune with this site.”

Suzi looked at the girl in the clip again. It was Hanna, alright, and although her honey-blonde hair covered her breasts, it was pretty clear that she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. She looked back up at Hanna, absolutely lost for words.

“I know, it’s pretty kinky, isn’t it? But you would be amazed at how hot it is, doing this shit. I mean, I cum my brains out when we’re shooting these, and Alec, well, he gets so hot and bothered behind the camera that he can’t keep his hands off me for days after we’re finished with a shoot. The money’s great, but between you and me?” She whispered breathily in Suzi’s ear, “I’d do this for free.”

Suzi just looked at the looping clip of video. She felt oddly detached, like the world that made sense when she walked up those stairs had just fallen away. “I…”

“Here,” Hanna said, grabbing Suzi’s hand and pressing it to the mouse. “Watch just one, you’ll see what I mean.”

*****

Hanna gave a soft liquid sigh, and spread her legs a little bit further. Her ankles didn’t spread quite as far as her knees, because that was where her panties had wound up, but the important parts of her had spread far enough. She felt a second finger slip into her pussy and gasped.

Muffy’s pants were still on, but somewhere along the way the buttons had come undone on her blouse, and she couldn’t quite think with that hand teasing her nipple. It was totally unfair, she thought. She’d been resisting all those dares to seduce Hanna, and what had Hanna done when she was dared to seduce Muffy? She’d only gone and done it, that’s what. Worse, she was good at it.

“You! Put your eyes back in your head and get ready for your question!” Becky snapped at Bertha. “Truth or Dare: Is this turning you on?”

“…dare.”

Becky smiled indulgently. “Alright…since we can all tell this is getting you hot, why don’t you just diddle your pussy a little while you watch our two little lesbos? You don’t even have to take your clothes off if you don’t want to. Just stick your hand down your panties and get happy.”

Bertha looked over at the jello shots for a long moment, but finally she slid her skirt up until it bunched around her hips and began to gently rub her pussy. There was a long moment of silence, broken only by the wet sounds of Hanna and Muffy kissing and Bertha’s insistent breathing.

DeeDee broke it. “Oh, my, GOD! You totally didn’t even wear panties! You came here hoping for some pervy dyke action! God, what a little slut!”

Bertha didn’t respond. She just shuddered.

Liza wasn’t even sure if it was her turn, but since both Bobbi and Barbi couldn’t look away from the three girls, she decided to go ahead. “Lucy, Truth or Dare: Do you want to join in with your fellow pledges?”

Lucy slipped her shirt over her head. Her whole body was crimson now, but nobody could be sure if it was embarrassment or lust. “Yes,” she said, kicking her shoes off.

Liza smiled cruelly. “Too bad,” she said. “That was Truth, so no Dare for you. Maybe next round.”

*****

“…i…really…shouldn’t…”

“Oh, go on, Becky. Just watch another one. I’m telling you, even our members don’t get to see all the videos on the site. You’re getting some serious access privileges, here.”

Becky shook her head numbly. “…I, um…” she looked at the screen to see the mouse pointer moving of its own accord… “I only came up, to find…to find Bobbi and Barbi…”

Hanna grinned as she watched Becky’s arm move the mouse absently towards another clip. “Oh, they’re up here somewhere,” she said. “They headed off to the bedroom after they got done talking to me.” From a couple of rooms away, she heard a faint moan and the sound of two entangled bodies hitting the floor. “Yep. Definitely the bedroom.”

“…but…but i was…talking to them…earlier…” Becky clicked on the link without even recognizing that her own canlı casino siteleri hand was doing it. “…they said, relationship problems…lesbian…bed…death…”

“What can I say?” Hanna said. “It’s a miracle. Now just watch.” On the screen, Alec brought out a crystal dangling from a leather cord, and held it before Hanna’s video image.

“…yes…i must…watch the crystal,” Becky mouthed along with the woman on the screen. “…so…hypnotic…” She felt her hand drift down to her pussy. But she also felt her hand rubbing her nipples…and her hand was still on the mouse, too…confused, she simply concentrated more on the sparkling stone and the pleasure coursing through her body…

Hanna gently pinched Becky’s nipples in time with the motion of the crystal.

*****

“oh, god, oh, god, ofuckinggodyes!” Liza slumped forward, gasping for air. Beneath her, Bertha continued to lick. “Oh…oh, enough. Enough.” She looked down at the freshman pledge. “God, I think I blew a quart on your face…that was fucking amazing. Did you…” she panted for a moment. “Did you stick something up my ass, pledge?”

Bertha smiled shyly. “Pinky finger. You come harder with a little anal stimulation, and a lot of girls don’t like something bigger, so–“

Becky growled, “Hey! Why don’t you put that tongue to better use, ‘Pinky’? I’m feeling decidedly underfucked, here.” Liza climbed off, allowing Becky to straddle Bertha’s face. “Mmm…what do you…ohhhh…what do you think, Liza? ooh, that’s nice…think we can afford to let Pinky here in?”

Liza slumped to the floor. “Make sure she uses it on you,” she said. “Oh, that really…that really hit the spot.”

Behind her, Bobbi and Barbi were locked in a 69. They were the only two who hadn’t changed partners at all over the course of the night–only positions. Right now, DeeDee was sliding three fingers out of Lucy’s tiny cunt, and revealing what Truth or Dare hadn’t–she wasn’t a screamer. She just panted quietly, and gave out the tiniest little squeak when she came. “Oh, that’s so cute,” DeeDee said. “I want to hear another one.”

Hanna just lay back on the couch, her eyes glazed with pleasure as Muffy licked away at her pussy. “…i…” she tried to speak, to say something, but coherent thought vanished as she came again. Muffy moaned loudly into her pussy, and the vibrations alone were just…heavenly.

“That’s right,” Suzi said, pumping a strap-on into Muffy’s cunt. “Oh, yes, you knew it all along, didn’t you? Knew I wanted this, ever since that night I saw you at the slumber party, knew you deserved this, oh, look at you, your face all buried in that sweet little pussy…we know all your secrets now, don’t we, Muffy, know what you really want, to be a hot little pussylicker, dye your hair all blonde to look like a good little bimbo, but we know…” she reached around and trailed her fingers across Muffy’s pussy, “You’re not even a real blonde, are you?”

Muffy came hard.

*****

Lucy struggled in the chair, but two pairs of hands held her arms, and two more held her legs. “…i…i can fight…”

“Oh, no, Lucy,” Hanna said, moving the mouse to another clip. “These are the special videos. Alec made them just for girls like us. You can’t fight them. You don’t want to fight them. You’re going to be Alec’s slave, just like me. Just like them. The videos will enslave you to Alec’s will.” She reached over and stroked Lucy’s cheek. “It feels too good to fight them. Soon you’ll do his bidding, you’ll be his sex slave, his slut toy, his little bitch, just like he commanded me to make you. He wants me to recruit you all to serve his will, and I must obey.”

Lucy gasped out, “…must obey…” Muffy–Elise–Muffy’s tongue felt so good between her thighs, like she’d never lost that skill that had made college such a haze of pleasure, that had finally gotten Lucy out of the habit of blushing, but she was red again now, her body felt so alive with pleasure that the blood rushed to her skin to help her feel it, and now Alec was showing her a spiral, and it felt so good just to drift into the spiral, so good just to feel the pleasure between her legs and the pleasure in her mind and the pleasure on her hot little nips as Hanna stood behind the chair and rubbed at them. It all felt so good.

“That’s right,” Hanna said, watching Lucy’s reflection in the monitor screen as the girl’s eyes went blank and vacant. “Feels so good.”

“…so good…”

“Can’t fight it.”

“…can’t fight it…”

“Want to obey.”

“…want to obey…”

“Need to obey.”

“…need to obey…”

“Obedience is pleasure.”

“…obedience is pleasure…”

“Cum.”

Lucy shuddered, gasped, and then gave out just the tiniest little squeak. She continued to writhe in the chair, but she was no longer struggling to escape.

*****

Hanna felt the hands on her nipples now, the tongue in her cunt, the warm rush of pleasure all over her body. It felt like an eternity passed, like she was just living in the moment, in that perfect moment of orgy and orgasm as she came…and came…and came…and came…

“…and wake.”

She opened her eyes to see Alec looking down at her. “Thank You, Master.”

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Sometimes the world seems a dull old place, thought Renny, as she contemplated the gray, overcast Michigan sky through her apartment window one Wednesday afternoon. Her mood was as cheerless as the weather. What you need girl, she said to herself, is something to lift your spirits…thinks…what haven’t I done for ages that might do the trick? I know! I’ll invite Amy and Sue over, get in plenty of good wine and we’ll have a girls’ night in.

Now, Renny, Amy and Sue had been the closest of friends for years. There’s nothing they didn’t share with one another; they trusted each other implicitly. It was in their teens that the ‘terrible trio’ (as they were then known) first became inseparable. Over the subsequent two decades, the bond between them had only grown stronger. They had rejoiced in one another’s triumphs and consoled one another in times of heartache or anguish.

Renny phoned Amy then Sue and was elated to hear that they were both up for it and that all three had no other commitments that Friday night. Over the years, their ‘girls’ nights in’ had become something of a ritual or institution, generally taking place every two months of so. But since Sue’s marriage to Mike (who seemed to resent his wife having such close, longstanding ties with the two women, and who knew they did not care much for him), their girly get-togethers had become less frequent; the last one had been as long as six months ago.

* * *

The thought of Friday night acted like a tonic on Renny, though her improved mood was not matched by any improvement in the weather. But the dreary, leaden sky no longer reflected her own feelings. She simply couldn’t wait to see the girls. She loved the way that, as the wine loosened their tongues, the talk invariably turned to sex. Amy was the most daring and outrageous of the three in sexual matters; she delighted in giving graphic descriptions of her latest sexual shenanigans and indiscretions about whom she’d paired off with and how they’d performed. These lurid accounts of her hectic sex life were arousing, hilarious and shocking by turns, and made the other girls feel readier to share their own sexual experiences, especially Sue, always a little shy in sexual matters.

* * *

Amy arrived first, bearing two bottles of red wine and a bag that she held out to Renny saying “Present!” Renny hugged her, stretched up to kiss her cheek and said, “Oh Amy, you shouldn’t have. If I’d known I’d’ve got you something.”

“Nonsense!” said Amy, a tall woman of strong opinions forthrightly expressed. “Your hospitality for the night is gift enough. Well don’t just stand there girl, open it.” Renny snapped open the bag and, with a sharp intake of breath, drew from it and held up a black, silk basque, elaborately decorated with red lace. This, as Amy well knew, was just the kind of sexy, alluring garment that Renny loved. She kissed Amy again and led her through to the lounge. Renny laid out the basque on the back of the sofa and poured them both a drink.

Just then, the ring of the doorbell announced Sue’s arrival and, shortly after, Renny ushered the third friend into the lounge. Sue too had brought a couple of bottles of wine with her. Amy got up and embraced Sue, greeting her as always as, “Sue the mouse. Great to see you, little Sue. The mouse is in the house and now we are three!” Sue smiled weakly and even fabricated a little laugh but she looked wan and dejected.

Renny poured her a drink. “Everything alright babes?”

“Fine,” said Sue. “Everything’s fine.”

Renny and Amy exchanged concerned glances. Renny silently mouthed the word “Later” at Amy, tilting her head sideways to indicate Sue. Amy nodded agreement. They would get to the bottom of Sue’s unhappiness later, when she’d got some drink down her and loosened up a bit.

“Well Sue,” said Renny, brightening things up, “It’s been six months and we’ve missed you. It’s a real treat to see you at last and have the old triumvirate back together again.” She poured and distributed more drinks, raised her own glass and said, “Here’s to the three of us!”

“The three of us,” echoed Amy and Sue.

“Thanks Renny,” said Sue. “I’ve really missed you too, both of you. But the pair of you still get together regularly don’t you? Just like we always did?”

“True,” said Amy, “But it’s just not the same without you Sue, without the three of us. Not a proper girls’ night in.” Amy could and should have left it there, but didn’t. “I mean, that selfish fuck of a husband of yours, how dare he stop you seeing your two best friends in the world. You ought to stand up to him, girl, before he-“

“How’s work, Sue?” interrupted Renny, noting how Amy’s clumsy outburst caused Sue to frown sadly.

Amy’s tactlessness for once embarrassed her into silence. She poured and passed round more wine and for half an hour or so, the women talked about their jobs, the comings and goings of mutual friends, movies and concerts casino siteleri they’d seen and, before long, a modicum of cheerfulness was restored. During a lull in the conversation, Sue pointed to the back of the sofa and said, “What’s that?”

“That? It’s a basque,” Renny told her, holding it up and displaying it to her. Amy bought it for me. Lovely isn’t it? Here, have a feel of it,” she said, passing it to her.

“It’s beautiful,” trilled Sue, caressing the garment. “The material feels…gorgeous.”

“Ren, why not try it on?” suggested Amy.

“What, now?” queried Renny.

“Yes now,” replied Amy, “See if it’s your size. If not I’ll change it tomorrow.”

Amy’s words caused the merest tingle of excitement in Renny’s stomach. She’d wanted to try it on ever since she’d first seen it. She couldn’t wait to find out how sexy and sensual she would look and feel in it. “Hmm,” she sighed and smiled slyly at Amy. “I’ve got just the stockings and panties to go with this; they’ll match it a treat. You two just talk among yourselves while I go and slip them on.”

She soon collected the items from her bedroom drawer but, in the mischief of her excitement, as she undressed and put them on, she decided to go further and give herself an erotic makeover to do justice to the basque.

After some time, Renny re-entered the lounge. Sue emitted a startled little squeak when she saw her, while Amy just said “Wow!” as a lascivious grin spread over her face. For Renny had returned wearing black silk stockings and suspenders, a bright red thong and stiletto heels and, oh yes, a large pair of silver earrings. Her lipstick matched the bright red of her thongs and she had added rouge and mascara. She had also applied a few dabs of her favorite perfume. She was topless, her nipples hard and jutting.

“You gonna help me on with this basque, girl?” she asked Amy. “Tie me at the back?”

“Sure,” grinned Amy, getting up. “Be delighted.”

Renny knocked back a large swig of wine and said, “I’ll just lose the suspender belt.” Once this was discarded and tossed on the sofa, Amy stood behind her and placed the basque around her torso. “Tell me if I tie too tight,” she said as she fastened the criss-crossing series of stays at the back. “Gotta say Ren, it looks like a good fit.” Renny meanwhile attached the clips hanging down to her stocking tops.

When the job was done, Amy turned Renny to face her and stood back, looking her up and down. She gave a long whistle and said “My god, Ren. You sure make a real classy tart. I swear no whore ever looked so fucking stylish! When I saw it I thought ‘Ren’ll just love this’. And I just knew you’d look fabulous in it.”

“Well thank you for the compliment, darling,” said Renny, “And most of all thank you for the wonderful gift. It fits perfectly, feels fantastic and, yes Amy, I do enjoying dressing to please. I shall wear it next time I mean to give a lover an extra special treat.” With studied nonchalance, Renny turned her back to the girls, bent forward and poured them all another drink and sat down, excited at having given them an exhibitionist little display of her rear-end. “What d’you think, Sue?” Sue just gazed at her in wonder. All she could say was, “You look incredible, Renny. So sexy!”

Amy said, “You know what, Sue? Ren’s just loving sitting there with us gawping at her dressed as Miss Fucking Sex Fantasy. And as for that ass-wiggling little display a moment ago, she knows we’ve both got a bit of bi in us and she’s teasing us.”

“I beg your pardon, Amy,” protested Renny. “You bought me this and, may I remind you, it was your idea I try it on. So don’t complain if it turns me into a total sexpot. And, I might add,” she added, “I’m not changing out of it now I’ve put it on. I’m staying like this for the rest of the evening, so deal with it!”

“Hark at her, Sue,” countered Amy. “She’s tormenting us and loving it and getting hot making us drool. Bet you 50-1 that her cunt’s moist and getting wetter by the minute.”

Renny, who was quite used to this kind of talk from Amy, took her friend’s profanity in her stride. “I won’t deny, Amy darling, that I’m a little damp between the legs. Before sleep tonight, I shall retire to my boudoir and make full use of my number one.”

Amy tipped back her head and hooted with laughter at this. Sue looked puzzled. “What’s your number one?” she asked.

“It’s my favorite vibrator, honey,” explained Renny. “I’ve collected seven or eight over the years. But there’s one that gives me more pleasure, more easily, than all the others. And so I call it my number one.”

* * *

Sensing that Sue felt relaxed among friends now, and seeing that she was indeed a bit drunk, Renny decided to broach the ticklish subject of whether she’d found happiness with Mike. “Listen Sue,” she began cautiously, “Along with Amy, I’m your oldest friend and, because I see so little of you these days, I’m concerned about slot oyna how happy you are in your marriage. I know Amy would say the same.” Amy nodded. “So we only as this because we care about you, because we give a damn. Are you finding much satisfaction, much happiness, in married life? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Sue sighed heavily. “No Renny,” she said, “In fact I’m relieved you have asked. If your question is meant sexually, then I’m afraid Mike and I are a complete disaster. Sex, more or less since the honeymoon, is a total no-no.”

“Surely not!” said Renny, shocked. She went over, put her arms around Sue and sat down on the beanbag beside her.

“When it first started happening…” said Sue…

“What? When what first started happening?” interjected Amy.

“When Mike stopped getting aroused when we were in bed together, or having a cuddle on the sofa, I thought it was just a temporary thing, fatigue or work-stress or something. I’d wake up mornings feeling all, you know, frisky, put a hand between his legs and all I’d find there was an inch or so of flaccid indifference. After a while, I realized the problem wasn’t just going to go away. One night in bed, after getting no reaction, I asked him, I said ‘Mike, don’t I turn you on?’ and you know what he said?” Here Sue broke off, no longer able to contain the tears welling up inside her.

Amy came over with some tissues, dabbed her eyes and cheeks and said, “Sssssh baby. Don’t say anymore, don’t make yourself miserable.”

But Sue recovered enough to say, “No Amy, I want to continue. I’ve needed like hell to talk to someone about this for months. Anyway, the answer he gave me is burnt into my memory, word for word. he said, “No you fucking don’t turn me on, you useless cow, you fucking sexless little plain-Jane.” Since that night, he talks to me quite often like this. He says I’m the reason he can’t get an erection and he taunts me for it.”

“Bastard!” Amy spat the word out bitterly.

A truth sunrose upon Renny, who said: “Now I see why he tries to keep you from seeing us. He knows we’re the only two people in the world who you would talk to about this, and he doesn’t want you discussing his sexual inadequacies with anyone.”

“That’s right,” said Sue, between tearful gulps of wine. “He won’t even come with me to the doctor about it. It wasn’t so bad at first, after the marriage I mean. I mean, our love-life was never exactly earth-shaking even then, but Mike seemed happy enough. He didn’t really satisfy me, but it seemed I satisfied him. I mean, he’d just roll on top of me, get inside me, hump away for a few minutes, cum, and then roll off me and fall sleep. And even back when he could manage a hardon, he’s not very impressive.”

“Babes,” said Amy, “You don’t have to tell us this.”

“Oh shut up Amy,” said Renny testily. “She wants to tell us. How not very impressive, Sue babes?”

“Well, the biggest erection I’ve ever seen on him, which he once described as being “in all its glory”, is about three inches tops. And scarcely thicker than a pencil, useless crooked little thing as it is,” and for the first time that evening, Sue laughed. She laughed through her tears at her description of her husband’s penis. Her mirth proved infectious. Renny gave a titter; Amy couldn’t suppress a giggle. The three women’s chuckles grew into guffaws which built up to a crescendo of uncontrollable hysteria in which they rolled around on the floor, convulsed with laughter. As soon as the fit seemed about to recede, one of them would start the other two off again. Amy would just look at Renny and say “in all it’s glory!”, or Renny would say, hardly able to get the words out, “crooked, useless little thing as it is!”, and the collective seizure would begin again, leaving the three women clutching their stomachs as if to stop them bursting open.

* * *

When their laughter finally abated, Sue was the first to speak. “Renny?”

“Yes babes, what is it?”

“Well,” continued Sue hesitantly, “I wonder, would you mind if, would you’d show me…I mean, may I see your number one?”

“Of course you may, babes” said Renny. “Why don’t you pour us all another drink while I pop to the bedroom and get it.” Renny, still flushed with their laughing bout, wondered where this was leading as she fetched her favorite vibrator. Catching sight of herself in the full-length bedroom mirror, she was suddenly reminded of the basque (she’d almost forgotten about the basque), the stockings, the stilettos, the thong. She paused and looked at herself holding the thick, large vibrator and felt a surge of arousal. With butterflies in her stomach, she returned to the lounge, trying hard to maintain an appearance of calm.

“Here it is Sue,” she said, holding up the pink plastic penis, “My number one. You’ve never used one of these before, have you?” Sue shook her head. Renny offered it to her but Sue seemed reluctant to touch it. “Go on, take it. canlı casino siteleri It won’t bite.” Sue gingerly reached out a hand and took the vibrator. She ran her fingers up and down its length, noting its thickness and the rough texture of its surface. She seemed to examine it with fascination and a kind of awed reverence that amused Renny and Amy.

Sue put the vibrator down, saying, “This’ll sound like a really dumb question, Renny, but how do you use it? I mean, d’you just stick it in and sort of fuck yourself with it?” Sue blushed, and the others smirked, at her use of the word fuck. She must be drunk, they thought; Sue never said ‘fuck’. Even so, it was a reasonable question, not a dumb one at all, and Renny thought it deserved an answer. “Well,” she began, “You could do that, but that would severely limit the pleasure a vibrator can give you. Women use their vibrators differently. Used properly, it can give you countless orgasms! I’m perfectly happy to describe to you, or even show you, how I use mine. If you want me to, that is.”

The power of alcohol to dissolve shyness and reserve is a truly wonderful phenomenon. Sue urged and entreated Renny to demonstrate how to use the number one. “Sue, my poor darling, I’m going to go better than that,” said Renee. “Amy gave me this beautiful present tonight and I’m going to make a gift to you which I hope will give you as much pleasure as it’s given me. I want you to have my number one, Sue. I’ll show you how to use it and then…it’s yours darling.”

Sue, surprised and abashed, said, “Oh no Renny! You can’t give me your number one; I can’t possibly accept it and I won’t.”

“You can and you will!” said Amy firmly. “No greater love hath sister for sister than to give her her number one. Now watch, listen and learn as Renny tells you and shows you how to use it.”

“Oh Renny, you’re so kind to me!” said Sue, her voice shaky with emotion. “How can I ever repay you?”

“No repayment required, Sue babes,” said Renny. “Now, it’ll be best to do this in the bedroom, and the basque will have to come off after all.” Getting up, she said, “Amy, can you bring the bottle and glasses with you. I’m gonna need another stiff drink before I do this!”

* * *

In the bedroom, Sue sat on the bed and watched carefully. Renny, sitting beside her, drunk a large tumbler of wine straight back. Amy, crooked her finger at her and said, “C’mon girl, stand up, turn around and let’s get that basque off you, and the rest.” “Sue, do me a favor,” said Renny. “I find sexy music helps get me in the right frame-of-mind, the right mood. (I suggest you try it too.) There’s a CD of soul hits over there with some Marvin Gaye songs on; Let’s Get It On and Sexual Healing really do it for me. Put the CD on would you babes, but keep the volume low? And light some candles and turn down the lights.” In a moment, Sue had got the ambience just right and Renny was soon feeling very aroused, beginning to enjoy being the object of her two friends’ attention.

Amy, meanwhile, had undone and removed the basque and Sue sat expectantly on the edge of the bed. “Well, if I’m gonna do this properly then I’d better disrobe completely. Amy and Sue watched intently as Renny removed her thong, stockings and stilettos, and lay back on the bed, the vibrator near to hand. She shut her eyes and began playing, pinching and tweaking her breasts and nipples. “Sue,” she said, “Let me explain what I’m doing. I close my eyes to cut out visual distractions. I want to float to a place which is pure feeling, pure sexual sensation.

“Always take it nice and slowly. Don’t rush it. Pointless masturbating as though you’re running for a bus. My tits, especially my nipples, are ultra sensitive; massaging them this way starts those lovely warm juices flowing in my pussy. Now my body feels ready for the vibrator. I turn it on and run it gently over my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples until they’re as erect and as sensitive as they can be. Remember: no hurry! Keep working on your tits until they’re fully sensitized.”

“And when they are, move the vibrator down your body like this, over your belly, lower abdomen, towards your pussy. When it reaches my pussy, I like to open my legs a little wider and just push the head against my slit, so it’s just pushing apart my cunt lips, making them pulsate and shudder. Watch this carefully, Sue; I’m using the vibrator to search out my clit. Ah! it’s touching now, vibrating it, quivering against it. Hmm, beautiful. I can stay like this for ages, bringing myself to the edge of cumming and then pulling back from the brink. I like to tease myself like this; it heightens the intensity of my eventual orgasms.”

“Now I turn up the vibrator to full and slowly insert it deep into my cunt, all the way in, and then work it in and out. Notice how at the same time I massage my clit with my free hand, rubbing it quite fast. And I can feel myself getting close to cumming right now. Oh fuck! I ain’t gonna stop now. This feels so good and it’s even sexier knowing that I’m giving a demonstration to my two best friends, not that Amy needs any…oh god, here I cum! Jeez, this is a real fucking good one…”

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Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and straight girl came a little.

It was a really warm day and some folks decided to get into the pool. Derek didn’t get in the pool, but he had taken his shirt off. He was laid out on a lounger, his boots crossed, while Karen rubbed oil onto his bulging chest and rippled belly. The oil made his thick chest hair glisten in the sunlight. He tipped his hat forward stretched his arms back behind his head like he was asleep while Karen ran her hands over his body. He didn’t try to hide the fact that his huge fat cock visibly snaked down his thigh.

After making his body shine with oil, Karen whispered something to Derek and lay back on her lounger. She put on her shades and held out the oil. Derek didn’t budge. Karen sat up and took off her shades.

“Fuck you!” She shouted at him as she got up and walked away in a huff into the house.

I started talking to Ben and Ray. When I looked back, I saw Chris sitting on the lounger beside Derek. Derek had pushed his hat back and had his hands on his chest. Chris was wearing some skimpy bathing suit with his hair in a ponytail. He had a towel draped over his neck, the ends falling over his nipples. To complete his look, he had a bandana tied around his neck and was wearing a pair of colorful cowboy boots.

Chris was obviously flirting with Derek, and Derek was enjoying it. Chris, with his long blond hair and soft twinky body, could always get straight guys do a double take. Chris had the coy flirty gestures down pat and Derek was paying attention. After my encounters with Derek, I don’t think Chris had to try very hard.

After a bit, Karen came back and whispered something to Derek. She looked at Chris; her lips curled and she tossed her hair to the side. She slyly slid a hand across Derek’s thigh. Chris put on his shades and laid back. Karen grabbed Derek’s hand and pulled on him. He leaned toward Chris and said something. Chris just waved to him without stirring. Karen then dragged Derek away.

A few seconds later, Chris walked after them.

Ben and Ray had walked off arguing, so I walked inside to find Chris. I couldn’t find him anywhere, so I just decided to just walk around.

On the other side of the house were a group of outbuildings – a shop, a barn, and other assorted little structures. The barn looked locked so I walked around it and found a cracked door and walked inside. It looked like an empty stall or storage area. I started to leave when I heard moaning. There was a large gap between boards in the wall and I peered through it.

There was Derek, shirtless, looking like a hot porn model. His tan oily muscles bulging, his hairy chest flexing as he pounded Karen’s pussy. He was still wearing his tight jeans, his massive cock protruding from his zipper. He was fingering his hairy nips as his hips ground hard into her pussy. But he wasn’t even looking at Karen whose head was thrown casino oyna back and who was softly moaning as the thick meat stretched her snatch. He was looking up at the hay loft.

Chris was in the hay loft butt naked except for his cowboy boots and bandanna around his neck. He was leaning back against a stack of hay bales while sitting on another. His legs were on either side of the bale as his ass was exposed. He was fingering his ass with one hand as he jerked his small cock with the other. He was fingering his ass as if it were the sweetest pussy on Earth. Derek and Chris were staring directly at each other.

Derek was fucking Karen at the same tempo as Chris fingered himself. As Chris’ finger disappeared into his tight ass, Derek sank his fat cock into Karen’s pussy. Chris nodded his head as he stared at Derek who himself licked his lips, his mouth watering as he lecherously watched the twink pleasuring himself.

Somebody yelled for Karen outside the barn. I slipped deeper into the shadows, as I heard them get closer. Karen sat up and pushed Derek away, his hard cock shiny from her wet pussy. She grabbed her panties and adjusted her skirt. She hobbled to the barn door, trying to put her panties on; finally she just shoved them in her pocket and left. I looked out a crack in the wall to the outside and could see Ray waving his arms and pointing to a plume of smoke out where the grill pit was located. Then they both ran off.

I turned back to Derek who had his shirt draped around his neck, one finger hooked in his pocket as he leaned against a wooden pole. His thick hard cock still jutted out of his zipper as he watched Chris throw his swim trunks and towel down from the hay loft and quickly jump down the ladder himself.

Chris picked up his trunks and towel and balled them up in front of his boy cock. He seductively shook is hips as he approached the big alpha stud watching him. Derek was grinning with a bit of straw between his teeth.

Chris ran a hand across the hairy muscled chest and down the ripped abs, almost purring. Derek flexed his arm and Chris leaned in to lick the bulging bicep. Derek grabbed the twink’s long hair with his other hand, pulling him to him and forcing his tongue into Chris’ mouth.

“Suck my fuckin’ big cock,” Derek said, pulling his lips away and pushing Chris to the hay-strewn ground.

Derek, his hand still clutching the long hair, forced the boy’s head back and pushed the head of his cock between the eager lips. But he didn’t stop pushing until Chris gagged on the thick member. Derek pulled back a bit as Chris gasped in a breath, and then he sank his cock back down his throat. Chris gurgled as Derek sneered, sinking further down the boy’s throat. Derek was giving no mercy to Chris as he lodged his cock deep down his throat.

Tears ran down Chris’ cheeks as the massive cock stretched his throat, gagging him. Derek pushed the boy’s head against his hairy crotch trying to gain another inch down the tight throat.

“Fuckin’ throat feels like the best virgin cunt. Gawd, I want to own ya mouth pussy, boy,” Derek growled as he pulled out a bit and sank back in.

Derek began to face fuck Chris. Both of his hands were griping the long blond slot oyna hair, forcing Chris to take all of the hard meat into his throat. Chris was giving guttural moans every time Derek bucked his hips back and forth.

I was stoking my own cock and didn’t notice as Ben snuck up beside me. My eyes went wide and I had almost jumped out of my pants as he slid next to me. He looked down at my hard cock leaking precum and looked out of the crack in the wall at Derek punishing Chris’ throat. As he watched he grabbed my cock and started milking it. He had a finger to lips, gesturing for me to keep quiet.

Ben was a hottie and the youngest in our clique. He was the shortest but the most muscular. He had short but shaggy black hair and bedroom eyes; his lips were a deep pouty pink that you either wanted to kiss or cum on. We were fuckbuddies for a long time before he and Ray began dating. He would come over to my apartment and strip down naked, wanting us to suck each other’s cocks or just fuck around. We’d always end up spooning or cuddling. He still came over if he and Ray had had a big fight.

Ben pulled out his own chubby cock and balls, pulling at the loose skin covering his cock. He glanced back at me and smiled, giving me a wink before looking back at Derek and Chris. Ben’s cock didn’t take long to stiffen up, his cock head poking out red and shiny. I spit in my hand and reached for his really thick cock as he fisted mine.

“Damn, boy, take daddy’s fat cock down that throat. Making me want to shoot cum down that throat, baby,” Derek groaned. “But nah, I want daddy cum leaking from that pussy, baby.” Derek said as he pulled out his raging cock. Chris coughed as Derek patted his tear-stained cheek.

Derek grabbed Chris by the scruff of the neck and steered him to the bales of hay he had been fucking Karen on. He bent Chris over it. Derek spread Chris’ ass cheeks and spit between them. He positioned his cockhead at the winking little hole at the center and pressed it forward.

Ben released my cock and pulled away. He pulled off his shorts and got behind me. I felt his leaking slick cock nestling in my asscrack as he leaned over me watching as Derek sank his big cock into Chris. I felt Ben’s arm encircle me as his other hand positioned his cock. I felt his cockhead stretching my own assring as I watched Chris taking Derek’s plum-sized head. Ben covered my mouth as his cock popped into my chute. Ben’s cock was so thick it was like taking a fist. Ben began to slowly fuck me as we watched Derek begin to pound Chris.

“Fuck I love this pussy. Gawd, your ass feels like some young tight cunt. Fuck, it grabs and milks my cock better than any pussy,” Derek groaned as his cock rammed in and out of Chris’ ass.

Chris was clenching his teeth and grabbing at the old blanket covering the bale of hay while Derek’s cock pounded his round ass. The hay bales rocked as the hunk relentlessly fucked the twink. Derek’s hips were slapping against the round fat ass cheeks, sweat running over his tight hips to the bubble butt making the sound even louder and more aggressive.

“Yeah, hit that boypussy harder, daddy. Fuck me like a slut! This pussy is yours, whenever you want it, daddy. I’ve never been canlı casino siteleri fucked by such a big cock before. Fuck it like a pussy!” cried Chris, grinding his hips against Derek.

Ben was fucking me deep as precum leaked in a stream from my cock. His cock was assaulting my prostate with its thickness, forcing precum out of me. Their filth talk made Ben fuck faster into me. I knew Ben wouldn’t last long.

“You want Derek to creampie that boy pussy, bitch?” Derek growled running his hands through the boy’s long hair and over his smooth back. “You need this manseed breeding that pussy? Tell me you want daddy to nut into that tight boypussy. Fuckin’ tell me, you little slut boy.”

“Fuckin’ breed me, daddy. I’m a whore for your daddy cum. Fill my slutty boycunt,” Chris cried in a sweet femme voice.

Ben had grabbed my shoulders and started bucking his hips against me. I felt his hot load fill my ass as his hips jerked. He pushed deep into me as he spurted his load further into me. I jerked my cock as he leaned into me.

“Gonna bust a nut in that hungry pussy, baby. Take this sperm load up that slut pussy. Gonna breed that ass,” Derek cried and gave a deep moan. He shook as he unloaded into Chris. “Fuck! Take it all, fuckboy!”

I shot my own load as Chris pushed his ass back to Derek. Sweat ran drown Derek’s face and wet his hairy oily chest as he fell forward smacking against Chris’ ass for the final time. Derek pistoned his cock in and out of Chris quickly until cum foamed out of the boy’s ass as a creamy ooze.

Then the muscle hunk stepped back, his cock pulling out of Chris. Creamy cum ran down Chris’ leg. The front of Derek’s tight jeans were wet from sweat, cum, and spit; he pulled at the button on the front of his jeans, they flared open giving his hairy crotch some air. Derek looked so incredibly hot, like a Playgirl model, with his sweaty shiny body, hairy muscled chest, and exposed hairy crotch with his big cock lolling to one side. He stepped forward again in a swagger and knelt down on one knee.

Ben reached around and jerked my still hard cock, his palm running over my cum-coated head. I watched as Derek turned Chris around and started jacking his small cock. Chris moaned as Derek reached up with his other hand and began to manhandle his nipples and chest, grabbing and kneading them in his fist.

“Spurt that boypussy juice on daddy, baby. Daddy likes these sweet boy titties. Give it to daddy. Show muscle daddy some love for giving you his seed,” Derek urged.

Chris was thrusting his cock into Derek’s hand. Precum dangled from the small cock as Chris began to breathe harder.

“Yeah, give me that juice, baby. Give it to daddy, you little slut boy. Show daddy you’re a slut and spurt that boy cum on him.” Derek pinched the boy nipples hard and Chris’ balls tightened.

Derek stuck out his tongue as Chris’ jizz sprayed out, catching some drops on the tip. Cum hit Derek’s face and chest, with one big gob landing in his hairy crotch, as Chris gasped and his body shook.

I grabbed at Ben as another volley of cum shot out of my cock.

Derek stood up, licking his lips. He grabbed Chris and sat him on the bale of hay. Chris leaned in and licked at the droplets of white semen in Derek’s chest hair as the barn door opened.

“What the fuck!” Karen screamed. “What the fucking hell is going on?”

Derek just stood there and laughed as he scratched at his hairy exposed crotch.

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*****

I still had no idea where we were going. My incessant nagging and poking did not help much in prying an answer out of Todd. He just smiled good naturedly and told me that I’d find out when we got there. It was a brilliant day. The sun hadn’t quite reached scorching and the sky was the most pristine blue. The windows were open and the gentle gust of wind tugged neatly at Todd’s hair. The light almost made it shine. It was a comfortable silence, one I didn’t feel the need to fill with my constant jibber jabber. Every now and then he’d catch me looking at him and smile.

As we continued our journey the labyrinth of buildings and civilization were replaced by rolling hills and grasslands. We were leaving the city. I couldn’t pretend that this didn’t fill me with some anxiety. I mean, I was city boy at heart. A gay city boy. We don’t tend to fare well in the outdoors. My idea of spending time outside is going out onto my fire escape to water my ever dying plants (I’m not blessed with a green thumb but I should get some points for persistence).

“Come now, tell me where we’re going,” I said, doing my best at a puppy dog face.

“Just because you’re acting cute it doesn’t mean I’m going to cave,” he said, laughing. He reached out and gave my hand a squeeze and started running his fingers over mine. Luckily he drove an automatic. “Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he asked.

“I like to draw, mostly superheroes, and some animated characters. Aurora is my favorite Disney princess. I like to sing but I’m terrible at it. One of the nurses actually told me I would be a contender on Idols. Then she proceeded to specify wooden mike. That kind of killed my dream of being the next Hannah Montana.”

“Is that so. I’ll need to get you to draw me sometime, Picasso. Also, I love your voice,” he said sweetly.

“When have you heard me sing?,” I squeaked, mortified.

“I caught you holding one of the babies in the ward while singing The Circle of Life. It was one of the things that made me like you even more.”

I wanted to crawl in a casino siteleri hole. I usually sleuthily scope out the corridors before I unleash my inner Whitney Houston (Yes, I still attempt to hit the high notes even though I know I can’t).

“Hey,” he said trying to pry my hands away from my face, “Don’t be shy.”

Thats like asking an apple not to be red. Well I guess you do get green apples. This analogy nosedived quite quickly.

“Look,” he said excitedly, “We’re finally here.”

***

It was my worst nightmare come to life. We were in the deep outdoors. Like deep outdoors. Like the woodlands. There weren’t even telephone poles out here. Todd leaped out of the car like a gazelle. I somewhat slumped out and followed him to the boot. He opened it and pulled out a sizable pack which he then harnessed to his body like he was Bear Grylls or something. He handed me a water bottle and a quick kiss, which brightened me up considerably, and asked if I was ready.

“Just a quick disclaimer, the outdoors and me don’t really get along but I’ll try if you’re patient with me,” I said, laughing nervously.

“Nick, it’s just me. You’ll be great,” he said, taking my hand. “Let’s go.”

And thus we were off on an adventure. The path he led me down wasn’t quite what I expected. It was neatly marked and smoothed out and instead of being surrounded by scrubby thug looking plants I was met with fields of flowers and lush vegetation. There was some uphill and scraggly bits which slowed us down at times (Okay! Slowed me down times) but it was quite a leisurely journey. Todd walked with me, sweetly guiding me through the dodgier terrain, gently brushing me in the right directions.

He never once got annoyed even when I squealed in terror after walking through a spider’s web. He just laughed, a lot, and helped me make sure that was no residual web (or even worse, spider) on me. I was mildly amazed that I wasn’t complaining more, usually I’d be ready to star in a one man show after such action filled adventure. It was probably because being around him was like my own personal Xanax.

“Ooooh. We’re almost there,” he chipped.

He gambled over the last hill while I wheezed along behind him clutching a stitch in my side. When slot oyna I came over the hill I could see that the long walk to freedom was indeed worth it. I stood looking out over a small canyon with a river flowing merrily at the bottom. The sun enveloped him and accentuated every iota of his beauty. It was quite the sight. I probably would have instagrammed the moment had I not been so breathless.

I walked up to stand by him. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me to him. The air was sweet with the smell of the surrounding foliage and of him. I could feel the familiar fluttering of the butterflies from just being close to him and I wondered if it would ever go away. I melted into the warmth of his chest as he pulled me closer. This guy. He had barely broken a sweat.

“Worth it?” he asked, leaning in, his emerald eyes boring into my cerulean ones.

“Being with you? Worth every second,” I breathed.

His mouth swept over mine and my world started spinning on a different axis. Todd was an experience. His masculine pine fresh scent, his strong hands running their way up my back, his lips on mine molding me like clay, the bristle of his face against mine. He could make every part of my body respond to him. I caressed his face and ran my hand up into his hair threading my fingers into it. I never want to let go but we both had to come up for air at some point, and I was about five seconds away from passing out.

We disengaged and I was breathless again (well, for the most part of the day).

“There’s more,” he said, after stealing one last peck. I, myself, was still in a state of stun making the theft a bit easier.

He starting unpacking things from his manly camping bag and the next thing you know we were surrounded by soft blankets, a colorful array of Tupperware’s and a bottle of wine with two glasses. The wine was even still cold. I don’t know what sorcery this is.

After fortifying ourselves with sandwiches and wine we nestled together on the blanket, with me lying back on his chest and him running his hand through my hair.

“I love it out here,” he said with a sigh. “It lets me get away from the oppression of the city. Everything is so beautiful and alive, you know? It makes a nice change canlı casino siteleri from the suffocating halls of the hospital.”

“I know what you mean. I’m surprised that we weren’t attacked by a bear, though.”

“There are no bears here,” he said laughingly. “Unless there’s a couple shacked up in one of the cabins around here.”

“You never know. I’ve seen some of them open doors on Youtube, you know.”

“I need to take you out more.”

“That’s something I won’t disagree with,” I said, snuggling closer to him.

There was a light breeze and the air was alive with the melody of birds that I couldn’t name.

“I’m glad I brought you here. It’s going to sound stupid and cliche but I really haven’t brought anyone up here before. It’s like sharing a part of myself and I wanted to share it with you.”

“You need to stop saying things like this unless you want me to fall in love with you,” I joked.

He tilted my head towards his and looked deep into my soul. There were flecks of gold in his eyes when the sun hit them.

“Then fall,” he said simply as he lay his lips upon mine again. I kissed him back earnestly and I felt it happen. I felt myself fall even though I knew I shouldn’t. But in that moment you would be hard pressed to find someone who wouldn’t.

***

The way back was surprisingly shorter in my mind, probably because I knew where the end lay. We walked along side each other meeting eyes, bumping shoulders with sneaky touches while laughing the whole time. It was so easy with him. I didn’t have to overthink and sometimes when he looked at me my neuroses would vanish.

We got back on the highway leaving behind the realm of the ancients and heading towards the hustle and bustle of the city as well as work and studying *cringe*.

“I wish we could have spent more time there,” I said with a wistful sigh.

“I know. Next time we’d go for longer. So, is there anything else I can change your mind on? I’ve already succeeded with the outdoors,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t get cocky. I’m not usually so persuadable.”

“You said cocky,” he sniggered adorably.

“Boys are stupid,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Not when they’re kissing your neck,” he crooned, stroking my face.

What could I say then? I just blushed myself into silence.

Lucky he was so good at multitasking. I would have definitely crashed the car with all these extra curriculars.

***

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Kam could feel Taylor trembling. It was weird, as the sensations came up from his feet on Taylor’s back. Kam gave a half smile. He knew what was causing Taylor’s nervousness, and his blind obedience. Taylor was worried about the punishment he would receive. Kam had been considering it, not having made his mind up yet. Taylor’s fear pushed Kam to make it really tough. If it went off too easy, Taylor would think Kam wasn’t capable of delivering a serious punishment. Kam had to really make Taylor feel it. If not, he laughed to himself, Taylor would be so disappointed.

Kam let his mind wonder over the problem. It would have to be something that really felt like a punishment to Taylor, something to really put the fear of Kam into him. Then for fun, Kam would let him get a little free, so some of the fight would come back. Just enough to make it fun, and so Taylor’s degradation went longer. That would be the real punishment, even if Taylor never knew it. Kam had the idea of letting Taylor think he was escaping some only to reel him back in. That would be delicious, watching hope grow in Taylor only to be crushed again.

Taylor would regret disobeying. It was merely a question of enough, but not too much. That is always the problem with punishment. Making it bite, but not overblown so it didn’t fit the crime. But it was so much fun tormenting him. Taylor still did have to know the difference between punishment and being played with. Kam shifted his feet, Taylor breathed in. It was so great making him afraid, afraid of something Kam hadn’t completely decided on yet. That time would be one more thing to worry Taylor.

“Go. I’ll deal with you later.” Kam took his feet off and kicked Taylor lightly in the ass. Taylor scrambled out, scooping up his clothes and bolting out the door naked, realizing in the hall he needed to cover up. Taylor quickly dressed, and pressed his head up against the wall. Kam was planning something. He knew it. Kam was playing with him. Making him suffer. Such a bastard. Taylor had no idea what was coming, but it scared him.

Taylor didn’t hear from Kam the next day, or the day following. Taylor let himself breathe a bit easier. Then it came [Get down to my car now]. Taylor looked at this phone, dread growing quickly. This was it. Kam was going to punish him. Taylor squeezed his phone. He had to go down and take it. Whatever Kam had set up. Taylor dragged himself to his door, it was hard but he couldn’t disobey, that would only make things worse.

Going outside Taylor saw Kam’s car in the twilight and shuffled to it, sliding into the passenger seat. Without a word, Kam pulled out. Taylor stayed silent, looking at his feet. They drive for a while. Finally stopping, Kam ordered “Get out.”

“Yes Master.” Taylor looked around. It was a typical neighborhood, Taylor didn’t know where he was. But he followed Kam into the house.

“Strip.” Kam turned around to face Taylor as the door closed.

“Yes, Master.” Taylor quickly removed his clothes, frowning as he saw he was hard again. He had felt the boner but seeing it out in the open made him more embarrassed. He was going to be punished with a hard dick. How was he hard? How was he always hard when Kam used him? He couldn’t be turned on, no matter what his dick was doing. Taylor was so confused by that, he was sure Kam was doing something to him, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. It couldn’t be just him.

“Follow me.” Kam turned and headed down a hallway.

“Yes, Master.” Taylor followed, his dick waving back and forth, getting even harder.

Kam went into a bedroom, straps coming down from the headboard. “Bend over here.” Kam indicated the foot of the bed.

“Yes, Master.” Taylor bent over. Kam pulled one of Taylor’s wrists forward and attached it to the strap, then went around and attached the other. Finishing that, Kam pulled on one of Taylor’s ankles and attached a strap to it as well. Taylor realized he did not have a lot of play. When Kam strapped up the second ankle, Taylor was spread eagled over the bed. Kam then put a gag in Taylor’s mouth. The gag covered his mouth fully, and had a small penis cast on the part that was in Taylor’s mouth.

“I don’t want to hear you. No one wants to hear you. You’re going to get fucked, and by more than me. More than one guy as well. You’re going to take it and have no say in it at all. Not that you get a say in anything if I decide.”

Taylor pulled against the straps, but they were too strong to snap. Kam covered Taylor’s head with a hood. Taylor’s long hair extended beyond the end of the mask. He struggled, but it was hopeless. Taylor heard Kam leave, closing the door behind him. Taylor could see nothing as the hood had no outlet for his casino oyna eyes. Taylor gave a deep breath and lay on the bed. Someone would be coming to fuck him. Tied like this, there would be no way he could stop it.

Taylor couldn’t tell how long he lay there before the door opened. Taylor tensed. It was going to start. “Damn, just like he said.” A male voice Taylor didn’t recognize. Was Kam giving or renting his ass out to complete strangers now? Taylor then heard clothes coming off. He struggled, but had no hope of escape.

“Yauh!” Taylor shouted, not making it through the gag. Whoever was in the room and whipped a belt across his ass. Taylor struggled more, only to feel another strike across his ass. Lacking anything else he could do, Taylor moved his ass sideways back and forth hoping to avoid the belt again. It did no good. Whoever was wielding the belt had good aim and hit Taylor half a dozen more times before he stopped.

Taylor’s ass was on fire, like someone burned him. Nothing he did made it better, he squeezed his cheeks together, but that hurt as much as not clenching. Taylor did not get long to try to relieve the pain as a pair of hands grabbed his ass and pulled them apart. Taylor knew what was coming next, he was going to be fucked. Sure enough, he felt a dick next to his ass. Taylor moved his head and body, only to have the hands gripping his ass digging in, shooting more pain through his body. The cock pushed to his hole, and in. Another cock in his ass. There was a man fucking him. Taylor felt not only the hard dick, but the shame of being fucked by someone he didn’t know. It could be anyone, anyone at all.

Taylor felt the fullness in his ass. More than that, he felt how used to it he was, to be a hole for some man to fuck. Beat and fuck. Tied to a bed. The fucker was pounding into him like he wanted to get off and go. Taylor felt his fucker lean over him and shove further in. Taylor felt the man’s arms up by his own shoulders, and his torso over his back. Cock up his ass, forcing him forward with every powerful thrust.

There is nothing like having a cock fucking you, it moves your guts around and proves that you are a receptical. For Taylor it was the ultimate degradation. A man was fucking him, making him a bitch. As much as it physically hurt to have a cock up his ass it was worse to know he was being used by a man as a fuckhole. Who was this guy fucking him? Taylor had been forced to take Kam’s dick and Greg’s. How many others would stick their dick in him? Taylor took the dick but couldn’t take the thought. He had no choice on the dick anyway. Taylor dug his face into the mattress, it was the only thing he could do.

A couple of short, quick thrusts and Taylor felt the cum shoot into his guts. The man over him orgasmed. Taylor had no option but to take the cum. The man pulled out, slapped him on the ass and existed.

Taylor was left in his misery. He could feel cum oozing out of his ass, sliding down, cooling as it did. There was an odd feeling to that, the edge of the cum as it moved down, taking what little dignity he had with it. Alone, Taylor struggled with the fact he not only had been fucked, but fucked by someone he didn’t know.

Taylor heard the door open again, his body tensed. There was movement, and then a cock was at his hole. Another fucking, but no beating so far. This cock was thicker than the last one forcing his hole to open more. This guy started slow, going in and out with almost leisure, feeling the warm channel of male ass cover and pleasure.

The man over Taylor sped up. The thick dick ramming into his ass, pelvis pushing against Taylor’s butt cheeks, still hot from the belting before. The man’s hands came down and squeezed Taylor’s butt. The pressure added to the pain, and Taylor groaned into his gag.

The man suddenly sped up, fucking Taylor like a jackrabbit, grabbing Taylor by the shoulders and going rapid fire into his ass. Taylor pulled against his bounds, with no more effect than before. Then the man slowed, going back to the lazy in and out of before, his hands trailing down Taylor’s back. Taylor gasped for air. The man ran the back of his fingers up Taylor’s back and reached his shoulders, grabbing and squeezing them. Half a second before he started the jackrabbit fucking again, Taylor realized it was coming and tried to open his ass. It didn’t help much. The guy fucking Taylor alternated the fast and slow thrusts while he ravaged Taylor’s ass, the lazy fucking getting less and less until the speedy fucking didn’t stop until the man came in Taylor’s chute. Having cum, he roughly pulled out and left.

Taylor closed his eyes behind his mask. He had been a receptacle for two men. He’d been their bitch, used slot oyna like a cumhole. He gave a half-hearted tug on the straps holding him in place. He was physically trapped as he was trapped in reality, controlled by Kam.

The door opened again. Taylor let his body slump. It was going to happen again. Another dick in him, another pounding, another turn as a bitch. The man sat on the bed, pulling Taylor’s hood off. Taylor panicked at the possibility of further exposure hit him. It was Kam, looking at him with cold eyes. “You will never know who I sent in to fuck you. And you will never know if I told them who you are.” Taylor’s eyes widened at those words. “That’s right. You disobey me and you will have to suffer the consequences. It doesn’t matter what I order you to do, you do it. You are my bitch. Your feelings and wants are irrelevant. I’m going to leave you here for a while to contemplate. When I decide to let you out, get on your knees, kiss my feet and thank me for punishing you. ” Kam got up, left the room, leaving the light on.

Taylor’s tongue played over the penis-shaped gag in his mouth. So much of his life involved dick that was not his now. Taylor felt his own prick hard and rubbing against the blankets over the bed. He’d been fucked by two strangers and Kam had intimidated him. How was he hard? Pulling on arms straps Taylor moved his hips, rubbing his dick. It was hard. He was never this hard with a girl, not if she was going down on him, not if he was fucking her. What was making his dick bone up for what Kam did to him? That may be the most difficult part for Taylor to deal with, all the shit Kam put him through, it aroused him. Before Kam, Taylor had never looked at another guy, never wanted to touch or be touched by one. Now, most of his sexual contact was with men. And he was getting erections during it all.

Taylor’s dick didn’t go down the entire time he was left there. Kam came in and silently unhooked Taylor from the bed. He tossed Taylor’s clothes at him and ordered him to dress. Taylor quickly did. Kam drove Taylor home without a word. Taylor didn’t recognize the route, and couldn’t keep it in his head. Taylor was allowed out and slunk to his room.

Taylor didn’t hear from Kam the next day. The following he got texted instructions to head to Kam’s place the following day. Taylor was stuck between relief and dread. Two full days, almost three, without Kam was a rare thing, and Taylor wasn’t sure what he would do with the freedom from the humiliation every interaction with Kam brought. He felt some of the tension drain out of his body, falling on his bed, his arms wide. No dick in him for a while. Taylor gave a half laugh. Freedom, even if just for a bit. He should go out and do something. Taylor hit the showers and headed out to a bar, hoping to hook up with a girl.

The first taste of the cold beer felt so good Taylor felt his dick twitch. He took another slug, putting the glass down and throwing his head back to look up at the ceiling. A free breath, in a bar. Taylor sat and drank his first beer not really focusing on anything. With his second beer, Taylor looked around to see who he should hit on. It struck him that Kam had taken Pam from him and fucked her, so he didn’t have a sure thing. But he would find someone to bang. Taylor looked over the crowd, gauging who was a good target.

Picking up a woman for a one night stand always took time and skill. Taylor was bound and determined not to head home alone. He didn’t fully recognize that he was seriously evaluating less attractive women in hopes of not failing. Taylor got up and started to prowl. He went from one to another, using all his charm and skill. He got shot down a couple times, even men as fit and attractive as Taylor didn’t win the first time. He smiled, gave seductive looks, and used all his skills. Taylor was trying hard, perhaps too hard, and there was a lack of confidence deep that was disrupting his game. The night wore on, and lack of success made him willing to hit on girls he wouldn’t usually consider.

Taylor ran his fingers through the hair of the girl he was chatting up. She was only a 6 or 7, Taylor hadn’t made headway with any one hotter, and he was determined to score tonight. It was getting late, so he was running out of options, so if she was the best he was going to get, he would take it. He moved closer to her, and she responded by pressing up against his leg. She was falling for his lines, even if they were not as smooth as when he was on his game.

Taylor got her to leave with him, and they kissed a bit outside, Taylor running his hands over her boobs, she felt his crotch. They decided on Taylor’s place and headed there. In the room, they disrobed and she got down to suck canlı casino siteleri him. Taylor felt echoes of cock in his own mouth, grimacing at the realization. Throughout the entire time she was in his bed, Taylor couldn’t shake the thought that he should be the one getting the dick. Once finished, Taylor got her gone and lay alone in bed. Taylor was confused by how he felt during the sex he’d had. So much of his arousal came from thinking of Kam and what Kam did to him. Kam’s face was in his mind when he came in the girl. It was all so wrong. How could Kam be worming into everything? Even fucking a chick, Taylor couldn’t believe it. It took a long time for Taylor to fall into a fitful sleep.

Kam had ordered Taylor to his apartment in the afternoon, and Taylor looked up at the building a few minutes before he was to report in. What horrors were in store for him now? Dreading everything, Taylor drug himself to Kam’s door and knocked. And knocked again. Was this some new trick? Making him wait to be used? A third knock finally brought sounds and the door opened, Kam looking around the side, holding a blanket around him.

“Shit, forgot all about you. Not now, I’m busy having fun.” Kam closed the door, leaving Taylor standing in the hall. Taylor looked at the door in disbelief. More time free from Kam and his humiliations. Taylor left to put as much distance as he could between himself and his tormenter. Out in the sun, he wondered if he should hit a bar and try to pick a girl up. But going this early would be too desperate, anyone at this time wouldn’t be looking for sex. He’d have to go later.

Taylor hated having to cool his heels until there would be enough girls at the bars to give some good targets. And not to look desperate, he sure didn’t want to look desperate. Taylor took a shower, tried on one outfit after another. Realized he was acting like a woman waiting on a hot date.

At long last it was late enough to head out, so he did. In the bar he went into, it was a little sparse, he had arrived early. Thinking he might as well make the best of it, he got a drink and cruised around looking for a likely target. Finding a few, he struck out each time. After nearly two hours Taylor gave up and moved on to the next bar. At least it was full on time for hookups, grabbing a beer, Taylor prowled hitting on girl after girl and getting shot down each time. A couple more bars, and time went on. Taylor knew he was not able to give his best performance. His confidence was shot. Taylor could tell he was delivering his lines flat, always wrong somehow. The girls could tell something was off, like he wasn’t serious, or just inept.

As the bars started to do last call, Taylor still hadn’t gotten anyone to agree to fuck him. Even dropping his standards didn’t let him score. When everything closed down, Taylor looked around to see if anyone was hanging out in the parking lots or around, maybe, just maybe he could get someone who was still hoping. But no one waited around. Depressed, Taylor headed back to his room. Turning the light on, Taylor violently ripped his clothes off.

Naked, Taylor threw himself onto his bed. He pulled his knees up. His hands reached to his legs and ran down to come to his cock and balls, cradling them. His dick got hard. Not as long and thick as Kam’s, actually on the smaller side of most men. Before Kam beat him down, Taylor had always been ashamed of his equipment, using that shame to work on his body to trap more women in his bed. Tonight that had not done him any good. Taylor pulled on his cock, running his hands over his balls. Felt this thick black pubes. He wanked himself, getting a boner up. Deciding he needed help, Taylor flipped on his laptop and pulled up a porn site. Finding a scene with a couple hot women, he stroked harder. Images of Kam and Kam’s dick intruded into his mind. Taylor froze, then gripped his cock hard. Taylor forced his mind to the women on the screen. He stroked again. Concentrating hard on the screen, Taylor jerked his dick, feeling better as he concentrated on the women. Then Kam got into his mind again. Taylor kept stroking and looked at the screen. He was fighting his own head as he jacked his own dick. At least his masturbation should be his own. How could Kam be in his thoughts as he was beating himself off?

Feeling he was getting close, Taylor stroked harder, and almost felt Kam’s dick in his ass. That feeling pushed him over to cumming. He couldn’t stop it, and he almost called out, not in orgasmic pleasure, but in frustration that Kam was why. Looking at the ejaculate on his crotch and hand. Kam. Kam had gotten so far into his mind Taylor couldn’t push him out even when wanking. Cleaning himself up, Taylor remembered how he was thinking of dick when he was fucking the girl last night. He slid to the floor, holding his head in his hands. Kam had shoved cock into his body and mind. On the cold floor, Taylor wondered if he’d ever get his life back.

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“That must be his plane now. Now, remember what you’ve been told about what your role is.” Floris Bourek leaned back in the cushy backseat of the Lincoln MKT Town Car and turned to look directly at the Lebanese beauty sitting beside him. Jamila Maloof, model thin, with long, silky auburn hair, and light-brown, flawless skin, flashed her fluorescent-blue nails in front of her face and effected an expression conveying both boredom and slight irritation. She was dressed in a scoop-necked beige shell and brown jacket over tight stressed blue jeans and fire-engine-red spike heels. She pretty much screamed of being in the profession Floris had hired her to be in.

“Yes, you’ve told me,” she answered back, a bit pouty.

“You’ve been paid to do it all—either with the man coming in on that corporate jet from Miami or with me—but you are only a decoy so that we can be in public all of the time and it looks like just the two of you are having a good time. But you may not be asked to do anything but have a good time. And when you are told that you need to go powder your nose, you go, and you spend some time at it.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Then get rid of the pout. This isn’t going to be about paying attention to you.”

But it was about people paying attention to her and they both knew it. As a decoy she was also to be a distraction. And to any red-blooded man, there was little doubt she’d be a distraction from anything else going on around her.

Bourek turned his eyes again toward the corporate jet that had come to a standstill by a hangar in the private aviation section of Reagan International Airport, the not-so-international-scale airport in Virginia directly across the Potomac River from Washington, D.C. The airport had originally been built in 1941 as a transportation hub for U.S. congressmen and senators who had to travel back and forth between the capital and their voting districts frequently. It was being used now in Bourek’s business more for privacy and misdirection. The man they were waiting for had come from London, where he was based, but had flown to Miami to enter the States and on to here, rather than the larger and more alert Dulles International Airport, in the Virginia suburbs, or the Baltimore-Washington International Airport, in the Maryland suburbs.

And there he was, standing at the top of the stairs, framed in the opening into the jet’s cabin. Ashur Khoury, the London-based international businessman of Syrian descent. The man who would be flying out again late tomorrow after business talks with Floris Bourek, talks that had to be concluded successfully no matter what it took.

Bourek checked the photograph in the file he held in his hand to make sure the man really was who he was expecting. In this business you always had to check and recheck. Then he climbed out of the car, leaving the backseat door open, and walked over to the bottom of the stairs up to the plane. Ashur Khoury, having checked the photograph in his own file to ensure that the man meeting the plane was the one who was supposed to be meeting the plane, came down the stairs, a smile on his face and his hand extended.

The two spoke briefly on the tarmac, each also scanning the environment to evidence of surveillance, and then Ashur Khoury climbed into the back of the town car, his eyebrows raising and his smile widening when he saw Jamila sitting there.

As the Lincoln drove off, Bourek entered the small private charters terminal. His own car was parked at the other side of that building.

* * * *

“I thought the capital was a large city,” Khoury murmured as the Lincoln glided along. “Yet, we are in the country so quickly.” He wasn’t really saying this to Jamila. He hadn’t said anything to her at all, yet. He certainly hadn’t made any move to come closer to her. He’d said it in Arabic and to himself.

So he was surprised when she laughed and answered, in English. “This is called Rock Creek Park. It’s a large park running through Washington. It’s over three times larger than Central Park in New York City. Do you know that park?”

“Yes, of course,” he answered in English, perhaps a little huffily. “You speak Arabic.”

“But of course,” she answered.

Khoury frowned. He wondered if it had been wise to use a decoy who could understand them if they spoke in Arabic. But then it occurred to him that Bourek perhaps couldn’t speak Arabic. Still he was a bit unsettled that this woman could.

Jamila took the hint that she was showing herself to be smarter than many Arab men wanted their women to be. She went silent and turned her head toward the window and watched the water tumbling through the creek bed running parallel to the road.

But Khoury too felt that this wasn’t going as he wanted. He would be with this woman until he got back on the plane. “I thought we were going to go watch tennis,” he said in English, trying to use a controversial voice without an edge to it.

“We are. The tennis casino siteleri stadium is on the edge of the park,” she answered, turning toward him and giving him a tentative smile. “Do you like to watch tennis?”

“Yes, of course. It was on my list of how I would like to spend the day.”

“As I was on your list?”

He didn’t answer, and once more Jamila had the impression that she was speaking out of turn. She couldn’t help it. She was an American, born and raised in Chicago. It was her parents who had come from Lebanon. And the man’s accent told her he was Syrian. Even in the Middle East, a Lebanese woman would not be as diffident with her man as a Syrian woman would be. Bourek had told her just to keep her mouth shut and to play her part. She would do her best to do that, although there were things she naturally wanted to know. She certainly was being paid enough for two days of work to play the role Bourek was assigning her. She lowered her eyes and did what she could to look demure and subservient for the remainder of the drive.

“The stadium looks larger than I thought it would be,” Khoury said at length, which was Jamila’s signal to look up.

She knew nothing about tennis matches—certainly nothing about professional tournaments—and she realized as soon as the driver opened the door to let her out that she was dressed completely wrong—at least for attending a tennis tournament. Everyone else was dressed for the heat. Her flashy spike heels alone put her out of place. But then she saw the heads of all the men passing by snap around when they first saw her, and she realized that she, in fact, was dressed just right for attention.

Bourek had told her to dress for attention. She didn’t ask him why, but she was pleased that, unwittingly, she had succeeded. She put on her oversized sunglasses while the driver handed Khoury their tickets for both the afternoon and evening sessions. They would be arriving near the end of the afternoon session rather than the beginning, but the price, even though high, was incidental to what was at stake in Khoury’s visit and his sense of well-being.

Keep the attention on you, not on the visitor, Jamila remembered Bourek telling her, so she stood up straight, pushed her chest out, smiled broadly, and positioned herself a bit in front of Khoury as she walked beside him, his hand possessively gripping her elbow, into the stadium.

Their seats were in a box near one of the corners of the stadium, high up in the box section. There was a group of four chairs, two in front of two. Khoury went into the bottom row first, and Jamila slipped in beside him in the aisle seat. They had entered after the fifth game of an on-serve men’s semifinal match. Jamila remained standing as long as possible before play started so that anyone looking over at them would more likely be looking at her rather than at Khoury.

Khoury was voicing his pleasure that the players were both ones he had seen play before when Floris Bourek slipped into one of the box seats in the row behind them.

There was no interaction between the two men during the next two games of play, but at the next sit-down and commercial break, the match being televised live, the two men stood and stretched. A third man, perhaps in his late twenties and gym-trained muscular, stopped and hailed Bourek as he came up the aisle to the top of the box section.

The two greeted each other as if they were friends, during which Bourek touched the sitting Jamila surreptitiously on the shoulder and murmured that she needed to visit the ladies room. He made a great to do about the young man who had just appeared sitting in the empty seat beside him, but when the young man agreed to, Bourek followed Jamila out, leaving Khoury conversing with the young man over his shoulder.

After two more games, having reached another commercial break, Bourek returned. Khoury and the young man no longer were talking, and when Bourek looked into Khoury’s eyes he received a slight shake of the head and shrugged. Jamila returned just before play resumed, leaving three men who had been following her closely to scramble to be seated somewhere before the first serve of the next game. Before the first serve, the muscular young man who had been invited to sit beside Bourek had disappeared.

During the games, Khoury obviously wanted to talk to someone about play. But for some reason he didn’t interact with Bourek at all. He was stuck with whispering this and that to Jamila, who did her best to respond in some acceptable way, but, truth be told, she didn’t have the foggiest notion how tennis was played and was fighting boredom as much as she could. What she wanted was for the man to show some affection or interest in her or, better yet, tell her more about his business, but he seemed cold in that way. She wondered if Syrian men were all this distant with their women in public. He was a big, muscular man, and she assumed he would be forceful and possessive when they slot oyna were alone later that night. But why couldn’t he show some interest in her now? He made her feel like she was just an object. The fact that she’d been paid to be that—just an object—didn’t assuage her slight irritation.

Besides, it was hot out here in the clothes she was wearing. She leaned forward and slipped her jacket off, leaving just the scoop-necked, sleeveless shell. She smiled in spite of herself. Men all around in the boxes were looking at her rather than the play on the tennis court. At least other men here weren’t cold toward her.

The match went three sets and ran to where there was only a half hour before the first evening match was to start. Before the last game of the match, Bourek had gone out of the stadium. When he returned he had an order of Pad Thai in a Styrofoam box and a can of beer in his hands, which he left on his chair and whispered, without looking at her, that it was for Jamila—that he and Khoury had business to discuss. To Khoury, he whispered “At the end of the lane on the far side of the Grand Stand court, which is off to our left,” and then he left. After a few minutes Khoury was gone too. With a sigh, Jamila reached back and took her meal. She’d be here alone until the next match started. But she’d never really be alone here. There were a hundred eyes watching her. But, by design, they watched her so attentively that they didn’t seem to have noticed any interaction between Bourek and Khoury at all.

That was her major purpose here. To be a distraction and a decoy.

They didn’t stay long during the evening session. At the break between the first and second set of the first match, a men’s doubles semifinal, yet another young man came up the aisle from below, was greeted as a friend by Bourek, and invited to sit with him. And, as before, Jamila discovered she needed to powder her nose and Bourek departed behind her. The feature of starting a new set was that the stadium was closed to returning seat holders for three games rather than two, so Bourek and Jamila were gone for nearly twenty minutes.

The man who had appeared this time was younger than the first, and thinner, and his features were more feminine than masculine. He moved like a dancer. He also was a chocolate brown. He and Khoury exchanged words between the rows up until the break was over, and just before the match resumed, the young black man, named Jared, slipped down into the seat that Jamila had vacated.

When Bourek and Jamila returned, Jamila was left sitting on the upper row of the box with Bourek. The four of them left the stadium for good on the next changeover two games later.

* * * *

Twilight was marching along although it was barely 8:00 p.m. when the foursome was broken up into three separate, supposedly unrelated segments—the couple of Ashur Khoury and Jamila Maloof and then Floris Bourek and Jared separately—who left the tennis stadium by three separate routes. Bourek had called ahead, and the Lincoln Town Car was waiting in the shadows outside the outer gate to whisk them off. Bourek took the front passenger seat and Khoury sat in the center of the backseat, between Jamila and Jared. There was a bit of touching and whispering in the backseat as they moved north into downtown Bethesda, but everyone was still a bit stiff.

They were taken to the Bethesda Blues and Jazz Supper Club for a late meal and an early start on boozing. There was little talk at the tables as they ate. Only Jared seemed to be mesmerized by the sweet jazz sounds that accompanied the meal, and he did most of the talking, even though they had separate tables. Khoury and Jamila were sitting at one and then, at the table next to theirs, Bourek and Jared. Khoury and Jared were sitting beside each other even though at separate tables, and Bourek had to intercede from time to time when it became too obvious that Khoury was following what Jared had to say and not paying attention to Jamila. Still, Jamila and Khoury sat very close together, establishing to anyone around and not paying deep attention to them that they were a couple.

Bourek and the driver had left the others in the car and checked the supper club out before they’d entered. He had told them that, if something looked “amiss” in the club, only Jamila and Khoury would go in. But they hadn’t found anything or anyone in the club to disturb their comfort level.

After a couple of cocktails each and two bottles of wine, they drove back toward downtown Washington to Night Club 9:30, where they loosened up considerably in a crowded room with a hard rock band and free-flowing booze. Bourek wasn’t that worried about who might see or listen in on them in this club, because it was hard to tell in a smoky room with high-decibel sound going and strobe lights bouncing off the walls that anyone was with anyone else.

Khoury obviously wanted to dance, as Bourek observed him from the adjacent table, moving his body and canlı casino siteleri feet with the beat of the music. Bourek rose and went behind the table and barked something in the ear of Jamila, who had been just a step or two above passive all night. She shrugged, pulled Khoury up on his feet, and pulled him out to join the morass of people swaying against each other on the dance floor.

After observing the dancing for several minutes, Bourek turned and said something in Jared’s ear. Jared smiled and left the table for the dance floor. He too had been dancing in his chair, straining at the bit to be out on the dance floor. After a few minutes, Jamila came back to the adjacent table and sat and found, without too much trouble, where she had placed her vacant stare.

Bourek knew that Khoury and Jared would be dancing close together—and probably touching each other. He wasn’t shocked. This was part of the plan. Jamila hadn’t been a decoy just in terms of being flashy looking and being a distraction from Khoury and Bourek. It had been made clear to Bourek that Khoury wanted the company of a young man while he was in Washington. But to have gone straight to that in a date for the man for his two days here would have been to invite attention. Attention was the last thing Bourek wanted to invite during his talks to sell surplus arms to Syria through a London cut-out company. Everything about that transaction was illegal, but Khoury’s company had demanded to settle the deal face to face.

Beyond knowing that Khoury wanted a young man, Bourek had had no idea what kind of young man. He had provided for two kinds. Khoury had rejected the athletic blond, but he seemed quite pleased with the willowy and somewhat effeminate young black musician.

He didn’t care if Khoury and Jared were lost in the tangle of the dancers on the Night Club 9:30 dance floor and were feeling each other out. He knew, though, that Khoury would not come back to the table satisfied with the night continuing just as it was. He left the club room and went back to a more quiet hallway, where he made a phone call.

Where Bourek had stopped to make his call was right outside the door to the men’s room. What he didn’t know was that in a men’s room stall and backing onto the wall just on the other side of him, Khoury had Jared pinned to the wall, the young man’s trousers and briefs on the floor of the stall, his legs hooked on Khoury’s hips, and his mouth open wide and sucking in air, as Khoury thrust up inside him hard with his cock, again and again and again.

Khoury and Jared came back—hand in hand until they hit the edge of the dance crowd—to their tables and reached immediately for their liquor glasses. Khoury looked happier than he’d looked all day and showed every indication that he wanted to go right back out on the dance floor—and wanted Jared to go with him.

Bourek laid a hand on Khoury’s arm, though, and leaned into his ear. “We are leaving—going to the next place.”

“But we just got here. I’m having fun here,” Khoury said, showing a pouting and obdurate expression.

“You’ll like it better at the Green Lantern,” Bourek said. “It’s a gay nightclub. I’ve already booked a private room there for you and Jared. They have some interesting toys. After that we’ll go directly to the hotel. You can have Jared for the night there.”

Beaming, Khoury reached for his jacket that was draped on the back of a chair.

* * * *

Jared was lying in a black-leather sling suspended by gleaming silver chains from the ceiling of a small room with black walls, ceiling, and floor. His arms were stretched up, gripping the chains at the top corners of the sling, and his feet were in stirrups high on the chins at the bottom corners of the sling. His buttocks were raised off the surface of the sling by his own strength as he met and counterpunched the thrusts of Ashur Khoury’s cock inside his ass channel. His eyes were big as saucers and his mouth was open and slack from the effort to belt out the yips and moans brought forth by the pounding his was taking.

Khoury, tall and beefy and a bit plump, was standing on the floor between Jared’s raised and spread legs. His naked torso was crouched over Jared’s and his fists locked on Jared’s wrists. He was staring down into Jared’s face, savoring the changing expressions from every thrust, withdrawal, and thrust of the not long, but slug-plump cock.

Both the young black man being balled and the Syrian arms buyer balling him were having a ball.

In the main club room, Bourek and Jamila sat at the same table, sipping their drinks, watching male strippers dancing on poles on the stage, and biding their time. It was obvious that Jamila was becoming increasingly discomforted. She had an exotic look about her that was being mistaken as that of a beautiful transvestite in this gay club, and interested men were floating around, coming ever closer to asking if she was here alone or really was with that bruiser of a sour-faced man who was sitting at a table with her but not interacting with her.

“They’ve been in there more than a half hour,” she hissed. “The Arab is getting what he wants now. Can I go? I can find my own ride.”

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Kristin returned a couple minutes later carrying a tote bag, which she sat down by the door. Jenny, Sasha, and the prisoner all looked at her curiously, wondering what was going to happen now.

From the bag Kristin produced a small box. Inside was a joint that she’d been saving for a special occasion — which this was, though in a strange kind of way. She lit it and took a long, deep drag, feeling a pleasant tingle begin to propagate itself through her body. She then handed it to Sasha, who took a big hit and passed it on to Jenny, coughing and exhaling an impressive cloud of smoke. Jenny toked cautiously, knowing herself to be kind of a lightweight.

When Jenny returned the joint to Kristin she turned it around and brought it toward the lips of their prisoner, who just glared at her. Kristin shrugged and took another pull herself.

Suddenly Sasha spoke up. “Jodie,” she said, snapping her fingers. “That’s her name.”

“Oh yeah?” said Kristin. “Hi, Jodie,” she added, giving a little wave. Jodie gazed back irritably.

They continued to pass the joint around until it was gone. A thick cloud of smoke now hovered in the air, and Kristin felt pleasantly lightheaded, ready to move on to the next phase of the plan. There was a long leather couch roughly opposite from where Jodie was chained; Kristin sat down on one end of it and motioned for Jenny to come join her.

Smiling at her beautiful freshman lover, Kristin leaned over and pressed her mouth to Jenny’s. They kissed for a long time, reveling in the sensuousness of their soft lips, tongues meeting and exploring. The weed had done its job well; every sensation was heightened. Kristin could feel her hardening nipples against the fabric of her bra, the wetness beginning to trickle between her legs.

Looking up, Kristin gestured for Sasha to sit down on the other side of Jenny, and she did. For awhile the three of them made out, as a group and in every combination, with Jenny pressed tightly between Kristin and Sasha’s bodies when they leaned across her to kiss.

Out of the corner of one eye Kristin watched Jodie watching them. She was definitely paying attention, though the look on her face remained neutral. Miss White, after studying the photos, had decided that the photographer had to be a lesbian, probably a repressed one. It would be hard for her to resist temptation, was Miss White’s theory, and after that things would be different. Now they were going to find out.

Kristin took hold of Jenny’s t-shirt and pulled it up and off; she wasn’t wearing a bra so her magnificent breasts popped out proudly, nipples standing tall and eager for attention. Kristin bent down and took the one closest to her into her mouth; Sasha did the same on the other side. Jenny moaned softly, leaning back against the couch and closing her eyes.

She had been casino oyna feeling a little uncomfortable with this situation, wondering if they were doing the right thing by imprisoning Jodie like this. But now physical sensations trumped all else; she let go of everything but the pleasure of the moment, surrendering herself as she had so often since coming to Alpha Beta Delta.

Now Kristin unbuttoned Jenny’s jeans and began to wriggle them down past her hips. When they were off Kristin tossed them aside and rested her hand on Jenny’s knee, feeling Jenny her tremble at the familiar touch. Slowly Kristin ran her hand up Jenny’s leg and across her thigh, then cupped Jenny’s crotch, feeling the wetness that had seeped into her panties. When Kristin gently pushed the tip of her index finger into Jenny’s pussy through the fabric, Jenny squirmed and sighed, letting her legs fall open.

After pulling the crotch of Jenny’s panties aside to reveal the glistening pink underneath, Kristin returned her finger to where it had been, this time sliding it all the way in. As she curled her finger to stimulate the inside of Jenny’s womb Kristin glanced over at Jodie, whose mouth was now hanging slightly open. Her expression had changed, her features softening slightly, and Kristin felt buoyant – it was working!

Jenny groaned and whimpered, biting her lip, as Kristin continued to finger her. Kristin grinned; how could anyone resist such a delightful creature? She leaned down to kiss Jenny again, then dropped to her knees in front of the couch. She pulled Jenny’s panties down and off and flung them away in the general direction of Jodie, whose eyes followed them as they flew.

Jenny’s breath was coming hard and heavy now as Kristin teased her inner thighs with lips and tongue, taking her time, making a show of it. Sasha for the moment just sat back and watched, unbuttoning her jeans and thrusting one hand down inside.

When Kristin’s tongue finally touched Jenny’s pussy, her whole body shuddered and her weight fell sideways against Sasha. Sasha held her for a few seconds and then eased her back so she was stretched out sideways on the couch. Wriggling out from underneath, Sasha quickly whipped off her jeans and panties and without further preliminaries sat on Jenny’s face.

* * *

When she left the basement Alexis White had walked back to her office, sat down at her desk, and booted up her computer. A minute later she was watching the live feed from the security camera in the basement.

She’d had the camera installed a couple years previously, when she’d suspected that one of the Sisters was running a campuswide drug operation out of ABD House. Sure enough, Miss White had caught her on film stashing her inventory of cocaine and pills in the basement. Confronted with the evidence, the girl had tearfully slot oyna apologized and promised to stop, and that was the end of that. Aside from a few spot checks in the following weeks to make sure the girl was keeping her promise, the camera had sat unused since then.

Now Alexis White sat watching Kristin, Jenny, and Sasha put on a show for the bound girl in the corner. They were doing a good job of it, and Miss White began to lightly touch herself as Kristin fingered, then licked Jenny. But the camera did not offer a good angle on the prisoner, and so Miss White could not see how she was reacting, which was frustrating.

Every so often Miss White checked the time; the hour was passing very slowly. Finally, with about five minutes left, she couldn’t stand it anymore; she hid the window showing the camera feed and headed back downstairs.

* * *

When Miss White came back into the room Jenny was stretched out full-length on the couch with Kristin riding her face and Sasha eating her pussy. All three of them seemed to have forgotten the prisoner, who sat wide-eyed in the corner, mouth hanging open as she watched the action before her. Her face betrayed no emotion, but she was so wrapped up in what she was seeing that she didn’t notice for awhile that Miss White had returned.

When she saw Miss White watching her, Jodie turned bright red. Their eyes met and, in the brief interval before Jodie averted her gaze, Miss White glimpsed a blazing passion behind her outwardly blank expression.

Just then Kristin and Jenny’s moans crescendoed as they orgasmed. After taking a moment to recover Kristin sat back on the edge of the couch with her legs gaping open, revealing Jenny, who gazed dreamily up at the ceiling. Her hair was mussed, her mouth formed into a crooked smile, her face smeared with pussy juice.

Sasha and Kristin looked up at Miss White uncertainly, chewing their lips, wondering if the older woman was pleased or displeased with them. Miss White smiled down at them beneficently; everything was going exactly as she’d planned.

Looking at her watch, Miss White announced, “Time’s up.”

“Jodie,” said Kristin. “Her name’s Jodie.”

“Is that so?” responded Miss White, taking two big strides forward toward the bound girl. “Time’s up, Jodie.”

Taking Jodie’s chin in one hand, Miss White lifted her head and looked her straight in the eyes. “So do you still want to be let go?” she asked. “Or do you maybe want to stay for awhile?”

Looking over at the three naked girls, then back at Miss White, Jodie slowly nodded. “I kind of thought so.”

Walking over to the tote bag Kristin had brought, Miss White reached in and produced a pair of heavy-duty scissors. A look of fear flashed across Jodie’s face as Miss White again approached her, the scissors glinting in the light. canlı casino siteleri That look turned to confusion, then excitement, as Miss White took hold of her collar and began to cut down the front of her shirt.

After slicing the shirt down the front and across to each armpit, Miss White tossed the ragged remains aside. Jodie was wearing a white lace bra through which her erect nipples were clearly visible; Miss White snipped the piece of fabric connecting the cups and then both bra straps. The ruined bra fell aside to reveal a firm, rounded set of breasts, heavy but buoyant.

Jodie began to pant a little bit, obviously highly aroused. Miss White reached down to pinch her nipples; they were hard as rocks. On the couch the three Sisters watched, fascinated, as Miss White gripped the hem of Jodie’s skirt and cut it in half from top to bottom. When she was done Jodie was wearing only white lace panties and blue-and-yellow-striped socks.

Miss White stepped aside and nodded to the girls on the couch. As if choreographed they rose and came toward Jodie, while Miss White took a seat on the couch to watch.

Jenny and Sasha stood by as Kristin dropped to her knees. From inches away she stared right into Jodie’s eyes; there was no defiance there anymore, just desire and complete surrender. Kristin bent forward and they kissed, softly at first, then with more and more intensity. Kristin reached around and took hold of the back of Jodie’s head, pushing her tongue aggressively into Jodie’s mouth.

Pulling away, Kristin raised up full-length onto her knees. She was a good bit taller than Jodie, so in this position her breasts were right at Jodie’s eye level. Kristin guided Jodie’s head to her chest, pushing one firm nipple between Jodie’s lips. Jodie opened her mouth to accept it, then opened further to take a big mouthful of Kristin’s boob.

Miss White had been absolutely right about her. She’d been attracted to girls all her life, but always afraid to admit it because she had been raised by nuns, who’d taught her that homosexuality that was a mortal sin. All the desires she’d been repressing all these years were now coming out as she sucked eagerly on first one breast, then the other.

After a few minutes Kristin pulled away and she and Jodie looked at each other again. Jodie was gazing up shyly from under lowered eyelids, and Kristin realized now that she was completely in control of this situation; Jodie would do whatever she wanted.

Again taking hold of Jodie’s head, Kristin turned it toward Jenny so she was looking straight into Jenny’s glistening nest of black pubic curls. Kristin looked up at Jenny, who adjusted her stance so her legs were slightly apart, and guided Jodie’s head between them.

Jodie breathed in deeply, experiencing for the first time the scent of another woman’s arousal. She was a little overwhelmed by all that was happening, her heart pounding with the excitement and novelty of it all. She took a deep breath; there was no point in being shy now. She extended her tongue and took a taste of Jenny’s pussy.

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When I was eighteen years old I actually went to summer camp. I had just finished my junior year of high school and while the idea of going to summer camp at my age of eighteen would normally seem ridiculous, I was very intrigued to go.

It took a bit to convince my father to let me go to camp. Even he was of the opinion that a girl of eighteen going to camp wasn’t the norm. He was even more leery when I told him the reason I wanted to go. A Facebook friend of mine would be going and thought it would be a great place to meet in person.

My dad still wasn’t on Facebook and he was leery of all the friends that I had on there but I convinced him it was, in fact genuine, and that I really wanted to meet my online friend Brianne.

Brianne had even passed along her father’s contact information so my dad could get in touch with him. He was going to be one of the counselors at the camp and he assured my dad that everything was on the up and up.

Since my dad was cool he eventually agreed. I loved my dad so much. When my mother left us two years earlier I was in a constant funk. How could she leave us like that? How could she leave him like that? How could she leave ME like that?

Still she showed no reservations about packing a bag and walking out on us. I hated her for it for months. That hate kept growing as the time passed and my mother wouldn’t even have contact with me.

So I turned to the internet. My dad was cool and all, but I think even he was reeling from my mother’s departure. And it was online that I met Brianne. She was like me, eighteen and living alone with her dad since her mother had left.

Brianne seemed a lot like me in many ways and we shared a liking for older men. Brianne told me she’d been with guys her own age, and a couple a few years older, but ultimately her favorite lovers had been men in their forties and even one his in his fifties!

I admitted to Brianne that I hadn’t been with anyone to that point, but didn’t consider myself a virgin, because I’d taken my virginity with a dildo. It hurt like hell but once it was done playing with myself was a whole new ball game! And it was true, when I would push my dildo upside of myself I was usually thinking about an older man. Sean Connery anyone?

I felt a special connection which is probably why I shared so much personal information with her. But the connection was real even after she sprang this question on me: ‘Have you ever thought about fucking your dad?’

Of course I hadn’t! That was the furthest thing from my mind! Incest was wrong!

Yet Brianne had no problem telling me that she’d been fucking her father ever since her mother had left them.

THAT got me intrigued. And when Brianne suggested I join her at camp I was eager to do so. While it was an ordinary camp for girls, Brianne and some other associates of hers had their own activities they like to practice while they were there.

My dad drove me to the camp which was several hours away and bid me a fond farewell. I smiled at him as I got out of the car. As much as I loved my dad I think he’d have had a stroke if he knew what I was really there for.

I went to the check-in counter and was welcomed warmly. I was told that I’d be bunking in the same cabin as Brianne because she requested it.

So I headed off with my bag to the cabin I’d spend the next three weeks in and took a deep breath before I opened the door. I was so looking forward to meeting Brianne in person, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

Brianne was sitting on the edge of her cot naked. In front of her was an older man and his cock was in her mouth!

“Oh hello,” he breathed heavily at me as Brianne briefly looked up without letting his cock out of her mouth. “You must be Anna,” he said. “I’m Brianne’s dad.”

******

“I’m sorry for shocking you like that,” Brianne giggled as we strolled down towards the lake. “But I thought it might be a good idea to introduce you to my father that way.”

I shook my head and smiled. I had watched Brianne suck her father off and let him cum in her mouth. She acted like it was no big deal, and her father was completely calm with me standing there watching too.

“Well,” I sighed. “I was expecting some great stories, but I suppose seeing the truth before my eyes was a good way to introduce me to things.”

“Exactly,” Brianne giggled again as she gripped my arm. “Now you need to know,” she lowered her voice a bit as a few other girls were nearby. “The whole camp isn’t like this. Only a few of us do this.”

“Okay,” I nodded. I smiled at one of the other girls standing on the dock by the lake. “I admit this might throw me for a loop though.”

“Oh you’ll be fine,” Brianne smiled at me. “You were a real pro with how you handled watching me blow my daddy.”

“It was kind of hot,” I confessed.

Brianne smiled at me as she stopped walking. “What did you think of my daddy’s cock?” she asked in a near whisper.

“Oh wow,” I sighed. “It looked good!”

“Oh casino oyna it is,” she breathed heavily. “I can’t wait for you to watch us fuck in front of you,” she breathed heavily with a look of anticipation on her face.

“Honestly,” I said as I bit my lower lip a bit. “I’m kind of looking forward to seeing that.”

******

The rest of the day was just about getting settled in as the other campers arrived. We had a brief orientation meeting and then it was almost time for dinner. Afterwards Brianne and I made our way back to our cabin.

As soon as we got in there she began to undress. God she was a looker! She had to be about 5’9″ with long shapely legs, a nice curvy ass, and tits to die for, as well as a mane of golden blonde hair that came down to the middle of her back.

I wasn’t quite as tall as Brianne, but I did have tits to die for. Mine were even a bit bigger than hers. My ass wasn’t as curvy nor as full as hers, but it was still a sight to behold.

At Brianne’s insistence, I also stripped down and we waited for her father to arrive.

I was lying on my cot in as seductive position as I could muster when Mr. Bishop entered our cabin.

“Holy shit Anna,” he chuckled. “Do you look good naked.”

Both Brianne and I laughed. “Thank you Mr. Bishop,” I smiled courteously at him.

Mr. Bishop kicked off his shoes and dropped his shorts then pulled off his tee shirt. “I’ll tell you something honey,” he said as he eased down onto Brianne’s cot next to her. “This one could draw my attention away from you a bit,” he chuckled.

“Oh stop it daddy,” Brianne laughed. “I know how much you like fucking me.”

I watched as Brianne and Mr. Bishop kissed deeply. I felt my pussy tingle and start to get wet. This was a father and his daughter! Naked on a cot together and lips locked like lovers.

Of course lovers was exactly what they were. And I saw that in full force.

They didn’t bother with any foreplay and got right into it. Brianne laid on her back and spread her legs and her father took up position before sliding his nice hard cock into her waiting pussy.

I breathed heavily as I watched Mr. Bishop slowly slide his cock in and out of his daughter’s pussy. He was a good looking man and in great shape. I had trouble not staring at his muscular ass as he fucked his daughter.

My pussy was trembling as I continued to watch while Brianne slid a leg around her father’s waist. When he leaned in to kiss her deeply I felt myself cum. I couldn’t help it anymore and had to put a hand down there and kept my juices flowing. This was SO hot!

I came three or four more times as I watched father and daughter fucking not ten feet away from me. I had my teeth dug into my lower lip as I pushed my fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. I imagined what it would feel like to have Mr. Bishop fuck me. I even closed my eyes and imagined my daddy fucking me. That made me cum again!

My last orgasm was just finishing rocking my body when I saw Mr. Bishop cum inside his daughter. That made me cum again!

I slowly took my fingers out of my pussy and smiled at the thick goo that coated them. I looked over and saw Mr. Bishop kiss Brianne deeply again and tell her had to get going.

He got dressed and bid us both a good night and left our cabin.

“Oh my god!” I giggled to Brianne. “That was SO fucking hot!”

“It’s going to get hotter,” she smile knowingly at me and beckoned me over to her. “C’mere. I want you to lick my daddy’s cum out of my pussy.”

My eyes bugged out of my head. Yet inexplicably I rose from my cot and walked over to Brianne.

She traced her foot over my shoulder as I eased myself down onto her cot. “I take it you’ve never eaten pussy before?”

“No,” I shrugged. I couldn’t help it but my gaze went down to her bare pussy and I could see some of her father’s cum oozing out of her.

Brianne reached up and gently grabbed the back of my head and guided me between her legs. “I’ll give you pointers as you go along.”

My face was mere inches from her pussy. I hesitated for a moment but then took a deep breath and licked up and down her smooth slit. I tasted her father immediately and I didn’t mind it one bit. That emboldened me a bit and I began to dig my tongue deeper into Brianne’s pussy.

I felt more of her father’s cum ooze over my tongue and I happily swallowed it down. Brianne was moaning her approval as I continued to probe her pussy with my tongue.

“Oh my god,” Brianne cooed as she traced one of her feet over my back. “You are a fucking natural!”

I felt myself grin a bit as I kept darting my tongue in and out of her pussy. I had wrapped my arms around her thighs and buried my face deep between her legs.

“Oh god!” Brianne hissed.

I knew she was cumming and I felt her slick cum over my tongue. Once again I happily swallowed it all. Both Brianne’s cum and her father’s tasted wonderful to me.

“Now work my clit,” Brianne hissed at me.

I lifted my head for a moment slot oyna to take a breath and then dove my face back between her legs. Her clit glistened before me and I willingly began to dart my tongue over it.

“Holy shit!” Brianne almost shrieked – and a almost a little too loudly too.

I felt her cum spew against my chin as I continued to work on her clit. I felt so proud of myself for being able to give my friend this kind of pleasure.

“Oh god,” Brianne moaned as she reached down and ran her fingers through my red hair. “I can’t believe this is your first time eating pussy. You’re a fucking natural!”

******

The next morning Brianne and I were in the locker room/showers building and she was giving me silent clues as to which of the girls were players and which ones weren’t.

I was making a mental note to remember all the faces even before I knew their names. I had a big grin on my face as I began to linger under the water. Last night had been a big step for me and according to Brianne I was a natural at eating pussy.

I was so looking forward to what laid ahead over the next three weeks and I could feel my pussy tingling as I lathered shampoo into my hair. I felt Brianne sidle up next to me as I began to rinse my hair. But when my eyes opened it wasn’t Brianne!

“Anna,” Brianne said from a shower stall across the way. “This is Kristie. After I told her about your performance last night she really wanted to meet you,” Brianne chuckled.

“Well nice to meet you Kristie,” I smiled at her.

“It’s nice to meet you too Anna,” she cooed at me. She didn’t hesitate to reach her hands to my breasts and begin to massage them. She smiled as she ran her hands over my ample breasts. “Very nice,” she moaned.

Kristie was about my height but a bit slimmer. Her tits were probably a B-cup and her ass wasn’t as round as mine, but she was still a sexy young thing with curly brown hair and brown eyes to match. Brianne explained that Kristie was particularly close to one of the female counselors at camp – Ms. Petrie.

“If you’re half as good as Brianne says you are,” Kristie breathed softly to me. “She’s gonna love you as much as she loves me.”

I smiled at Kristie and ran my hand over her wet hair. An instant later she was leaning against the wall of the shower and I was on my knees behind her working my fingers in and out of her wet and tight pussy.

******

The three of us stood in front of the mirrors with towels wrapped around our bodies as we finished up drying our hair and applying make-up.

“You were right Brianne,” Kristie as she was applied some foundation under her eyes. “She’s a natural.”

“I’m impressed,” Brianne gave me a playful hip bump.

“There’s nothing to it,” I shrugged. “I know how to get myself off, and I just do what I think would feel good to me.”

“That’s a smart way to approach it,” Kristie said with a laugh. “I love cumming that much first thing in the morning.”

“The thing is,” I glanced around. We three were the only ones left so obviously they were aware of something I wasn’t. “Given how not everyone isn’t into fun and games, how’d you both know it would be safe and we’d be alone in here?”

“Because we’re late,” Brianne smiled at me as she closed her bag and scooped it up. “Come on, we can get dressed in the cabin.”

The three of us left the locker-room/shower building just clad in our towels and began to slowly walk to our cabins.

“Well Brianne,” a voice boomed from behind us. “Nice to know things haven’t changed.”

Brianne winced and stopped walking. “Good morning Mr. Dylan.”

“You know,” he continued as he walked in front of us and stood there imposingly. “Just because you’re father is a councilor here doesn’t mean you can break ALL the rules.”

“I know,” Brianne sighed. “We just lost track of time helping Anna here get oriented to things since this is her first year.”

“Uh huh,” Mr. Dylan didn’t sound convinced. “And Kristie? I told you not to let this one’s bad habits rub off on you,”

“Yes sir,” Kristie said in a resigned voice as she had her gaze fixated on the ground.

“And Anna,” he continued with a sigh. “I know this is your first year so let me give you a few tips. One, do NOT allow this one,” he pointed a finger in Brianne’s direction. “To become a bad influence on you. Two, all campers are expected in the cafeteria by eight am. It is now a quarter after. And three,” he sighed heavily. “Outside of the locker room and your cabins campers are not to be in any common areas clad in only a towel.”

“Yes sir,” I said sheepishly.

Mr. Dylan dismissed us with a disappointed look on his face and we made our way to our cabins.

Brianne and I were getting dressed. I noticed she didn’t bother putting a bra on and wondered if I should do the same. “So,” I asked her as I finally tossed my bra back into my bag and just pulled a t-shirt on. “Are we in trouble?”

“No,” Brianne chuckled as she ran a brush through her hair. “Dylan may be a hard-ass canlı casino siteleri but my daddy keeps him from cracking down on us.”

It was too bad. I thought Mr. Dylan wasn’t a bad looking guy for someone in his forties. Oh hell, who was I kidding? He looked good for any age. But Brianne had it pegged. He was a hard-ass. I mean, shit! We were at an all-girl’s camp. Who cares if we walk around in a towel? And so we were fifteen minutes late for breakfast. It was just the first day!

I sighed. I guess I didn’t have too much to complain about. In the short time I’d been there I’d seen Brianne blow and the fuck her father. I’d eaten Brianne’s pussy and then got Kristie off in the shower. And? It was still the first day!

******

After breakfast though Brianne found something to complain about. “What the hell dad?” she whispered to him harshly as she pulled him away from the crowd around the board listing who was paired off with who for canoe rides.

“What’s the problem?” he asked as he nervously looked back at the group. I glanced over my shoulder and no one else really seemed to be paying attention to us.

“How the hell could you let Anna get paired with that hard-ass Dylan?” Brianne almost hissed.

“Will you calm down?” he father whispered.

“You couldn’t put her with Kristie or Ms. Petrie?” Brianne complained.

“No,” Mr. Bishop said flatly. “Kristie and Natalie wanted to go out together, and Ms. Petrie is going with Tracey.”

I glanced over my shoulder. I had been briefly introduced to Tracey at breakfast. She was another one from Brianne’s group of friends. She was a bookish looking girl and the thought of her with Ms. Petrie seemed like a bit of an odd fit. I glanced over at Ms. Petrie. She was a very striking woman of forty-two with a rock-hard body, and golden blonde hair. Tracey on the other hand was only five foot two at best. She had a nice little figure on her though, along with jet-black hair and pretty thick glasses.

Given what Kristie had told me about Ms. Petrie it still seemed like an odd fit, but I guess even bookish girls like to get off.

As for Natalie, I had been briefly introduced to her at breakfast as well. She was about five foot six, with GORGEOUS green eyes that stood out against her dark brunette hair. She had a great figure, with what had to be close to C-cup tits, but my god! Did she was a round and curvy ass to die for!

I finally turned back to Brianne and Mr. Bishop. “Look Bri,” I said calmly. “It’s okay.”

“Thank you Anna,” Mr. Bishop smiled at me. “Besides there’s nothing much I could do. Anna is a first year camper and Mike is the most experienced canoe instructor here. He always goes out with the newbies.”

Brianne sighed.

I put a hand on her arm. “It’s fine,” I said with a warm rub.

******

Brianne and I walked down towards the dock and she was still put off a bit. “I just wanted to you be able to experience all the fun shit we get to do.”

“What could your dad do?” I shrugged. “We don’t have the numbers.”

“I guess,” Brianne sighed. “It’s just that canoe trips give us all kinds of opportunities to go nuts. There are so many secluded places to hook up. It’s great.”

I smiled. So that was it. Brianne and her dad were going to find one of those secluded places and get nasty. So were Kristie and Natalie, as were Mr. Petrie and Tracey.

“Well you guys have your fun,” I smiled warmly at her as I noticed Kristie and Natalie getting the life-jackets on. I could tell they were eyeing each other like they were starving dogs and the other was raw meat. My pussy started to tingle at the thought of what they were going to get up to. “I’ll be fine.”

Fine was a relative term. Mr. Dylan was STILL going over safety procedures when every other canoe had left and was out of sight. I was getting frustrated with how anal-retentive this man was, but maintained a dutiful nature.

“Mr. Dylan?” I finally interjected. “I just wanted to apologize for my earlier behavior. Y’know with the towel and being late to breakfast. You were absolutely right, I shouldn’t let other’s bad habits become mine.”

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that Anna,” he gave me a cautious smile. “Now, we still have a few more things to go over.”

Jesus! This man was SO uptight! I was thinking he was so in need of a blow-job. And that’s when it hit me. Why not?

I made it my mission to try and seduce Mr. Dylan before the day was out.

******

Step one of that process was easy. As we rowed along I intentionally kept screwing up.

“Come on Anna!” Mr. Dylan sounded exasperated.

“I’m sorry Mr. Dylan,” I had just the right amount of frustration and angst in my voice to make it seem like I was trying but just not grasping what to do. “Maybe if you could guide me, I can get a grip on what to do,” I half-sighed and half-whined.

I barely glanced over my shoulder and saw Mr. Dylan eyeing me with curiosity and with a bit of frustration. “All right,” he sighed. He stowed his oar on the bottom of the canoe and then eased forward onto a seat closer. “Oar in the water,” he said resolutely.

“No Mr. Dylan,” I sighed. “You’ve told me what to do and I’m not getting it.”

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“SNOWFALL”

Large flakes of snow had been falling for hours before I woke up. I had fallen asleep in the recliner to the self-important antics of Jerry Springer, my mind either unwilling or unable to really care about women who had verbally abused their husbands and slept with their own mothers and now had to confront them on national television.

I was comfortably warm in my Michigan Wolverines sweater, jeans and socks, the remote loosely held in my hand as the Pepsi I had opened around lunchtime went flat on the end table beside me. My eyes slowly worked open, the essence of sleep heavy and reluctant on my lids. I glanced at the glowing LED display of the microwave in the kitchen and found it was going on five in the evening.

On the television set came a commercial featuring a very attractive woman riding a mechanical bull. The bar in which she rode was darkened save for strategic placement of spotlights that accented her voluptuous form. Tight fitting jeans and a white shirt hugging her considerable breasts were complimented by slick cowboy boots. She was smiling, her expression caught somewhere between good old-fashioned fun and the crest of an orgasmic experience. Her dark hair lashed and flipped behind her as the mechanical bull bucked her around.

I sat up as my interest peaked.

In one hand she held the horn of the mock saddle and in the other, she held a large, juicy hamburger. I watched with a sense of awe as Carl’s Jr. equated their hamburgers with sexy women riding mechanical bulls and the promise of heightened sex appeal. She raised the burger to her moist, red lips and bit in, the sauce squeezing out the back of the bun and spattering to her strained t-shirt. Her relishing of the food only strengthened the blunt sexual message, the intended effect immediate as my cock began to swell in my jeans.

“Wow,” I said aloud to the empty, dimly lit living room. When in doubt, use sex to sell your wares. Carl’s Jr. had good burgers anyway, but I guess the possibility of women like this sharing a Carl’s Jr. burger with you made it all the more appealing. It was a ridiculous notion, about as legitimate as how happily seized with dance fever people could get when they drink Dr. Pepper or bite into a Kit Kat. Still, watching that woman in the commercial not only made me horny, but hungry for a burger as well.

Legitimate or not, it had worked on me.

Once the commercial ended the five o’clock news came on, giving me the scoop on the snow outside. I went to the large bay window of my parent’s house and watched the snow fall. It was getting deep out there now. Large burms of the white stuff and gravel had been shoved to the roadsides and looked like five-foot retaining walls. The driveway to the garage was still clear for the most part thanks to the salt my father had scattered before he and my step mom left that morning. I wondered if they would make it back from Portland tonight or if they would stay over?

I rubbed my eyes and ran a hand through my short dark blonde hair, leaning against the windowsill and yawning. This winter break had been one of the most boring experiences of my life. My first year of college had been exciting but I found myself homesick as the holidays approached. In fact, I was so homesick that I had passed up a ski trip to Ashland just to be at home with family. As much as I loved them all, the boredom had crept in insidiously and then dragged me down not more than two days after my arrival from Southern Oregon University.

The phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered sleepily.

“Hey buddy,” my father’s voice said, “How’s the weather down there?”

“It’s looking like Hoth.”

“That bad?”

“If it keeps going like this we’ll see another foot before morning.”

“Well shit,” he sighed, “I think Nancy and I’ll stay over in Portland for tonight and try to make it home tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” I nodded, “Is Aunt Anna going to keep Sarah tonight?”

“Actually, Anna going to bring Sarah home. You know how your sister is.”

My sister Sarah was five years old and extremely particular about sleeping in her own bed. It was almost on the edge of obsessive compulsion when you got right down to it. I said, “Can Anna even get here?”

“She has my truck and the plow is attached,” Dad said, “She should be there shortly.”

I shrugged, “Okay then.”

“Be safe, alright? Keep the fire going.”

“I will,” I replied, “Night Dad.”

“Night. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

***

It was seven o’clock when Aunt Anna pulled into the driveway. The last fleeting glow of the daylight was long gone, turning the world blue, black and gray. The powerful light over the garage door was cutting through the dark air and illuminating the snow that fell in its range. The battered yellow plow of my father’s Ford 4X4 was spewing snow into the air as the storm continued on into the night. The headlights flashed casino siteleri in the window and nearly blinded me as I stood up and grabbed my boots.

Bitter cold nipped at me as I stepped outside without a jacket and walked to the end of the path from the driveway, only the large eave that covered the walk protecting me from the snow. Anna hopped out of the truck, bundled in a dark, hooded ski jacket. She reached back inside and grabbed her duffle bag. I waved to her and she tossed it to me. The driver’s side door slammed shut and she worked her way around to the passenger side and unbuckled my sister.

“Hey Sean!” she called out, the passenger door slamming shut behind her as she carried Sarah up to the gate.

“Anna,” I smiled and opened the gate wide, allowing her room to pass, “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” she smiled back at me. She stomped her boots off on the concrete walkway and sat Sarah down. My sister ignored me completely and ran for the open front door, her red snow suit and jacket reminding of the suit Ralphie’s little brother wore in “A Christmas Story.” Anna asked, “You got a fire going?”

“Yes I do,” I carried her duffle bag and we went inside.

The front closed and I locked it tight. Anna unzipped her ski jacket and pulled back the hood, revealing her mane of red hair and beautiful face. When my dad had married Nancy, I had been forced to deal with the fact that my stepmother was hot. Nancy was beautiful in every way, blessed with a body to kill for. I had just gone into high school when they made their vows, and my sister Sarah followed shortly thereafter. But as hot as my step mom was, her sister Anna was even more attractive.

Anna had piercing green eyes and classic Irish features, most notably her wild red hair. When I had first met her she had it curled, but now her long fiery strands were feathered and layered. She was only 38 but looked like she might be 30 even. As her jacket came off I tried to subtly eye her full curves under the khaki pants and red flannel she wore. She unlaced and took off her boots as I took her duffel bag down the hall to my parent’s bedroom.

When I returned she was warming herself by the fireplace and Sarah was already in her pajamas, ready for bed. I sat down on the couch and removed my own thick black boots. I looked to Anna and asked, “Did Nancy or Dad call you?”

“I talked with Nancy this morning briefly when she dropped Sarah off,” Anna said, her voice slightly biased with the subtle beginnings of smokers grind, “She mentioned the storm was supposed to get bad, but I didn’t think this bad.”

“Me neither,” I said, “Keeps going this way and we’ll be stuck.”

Anna finished by the fire and then grabbed Sarah up in her arms, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. I could hear her Anna telling Sarah it was time to go to bed and Sarah arguing with her about it. I sat there and thought about Anna more than I probably should have. She was my aunt, for crying out loud. Well, technically my step-aunt but still she was family. To be having thoughts about someone in your family was taboo and so wrong.

Still, I couldn’t help it.

As I wondered about what she my taste like, both her lips and labia, there was a swelling in my jeans. I felt so horny thinking about her, and the fact that she was related, even through marriage, made it all the more exciting for me. I leaned back on the couch and entertained steamy thoughts of her kissing me and touching me, her slender fingers exploring my naked torso and then finally wrapping around my seven inch cock, pulling me towards her.

Aunt Anna was a wild child and we all knew it. Her misadventures were legendary in the family now, and I wondered if her wild carefree attitude could ever include the seduction of her nephew? She had always been friendly with me, always patting my back and touching my arm whenever the situation would allow. Part of me desperately wanted to believe that she was attracted to me and that she thought about me as a lover. It was a long shot, about as long as a sexy supermodel riding a mechanical bull whilst eating a juicy hamburger in a darkened bar.

Anna came back down the hall a few minutes later, her hair bouncing along behind her. She looked over at me and winked as I tried to subtly pull one of the couch pillows over my hardening bulge. I wondered if she had seen my arousal or not? She went into the kitchen and I heard the refrigerator door open for a moment and then shut. She came back in with two Budweiser longnecks. She handed one to me and sat down in the recliner.

“Cheers,” she smiled and opened hers, taking a long full chug.

I opened my bottle and raised it up, “Cheers.”

There was a long silence between us before she asked, “So how’s college treating you?”

“Fine,” I said, “The math is hard, but then I was never any good at math so what can I say?”

Anna nodded, “Neither was I. Don’t feel bad, though. To this day I’ve never had to figure out when trains leaving from stations A and slot oyna B will meet up.”

I smiled, “I’m actually in calculus.”

Anna cocked one of her full, naturally auburn eyebrows, “Calculus? Wow Sean. That’s way out of my league.”

“Believe me,” I said, “It’s out of my league too.”

The lights flickered suddenly and dimmed. We looked around doubtfully as the power surged and then died. In the darkness that followed, I sat perfectly still and waited for Anna to say something. I heard her take another drink of her beer and then there was the crinkling of cellophane, followed by the strike of a lighter flint. A small beacon of flame ignited in the dark as Anna lit her cigarette. In that small pool of orange light she winked at me again.

“I won’t tell Nancy if you won’t,” she said and the lighter snuffed out. In the sea of shadow I watched the end of her cigarette burn brightly as she inhaled and then return to a dim smoldering.

“Let me a bum a smoke and I won’t,” I said as slyly as I knew how.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could make out the vague shape of Anna slowly walking over to me. Her lighter flicked on again and we could see for a moment. I took one of the smokes and the lighter from her. I had given up smoking a while back, but every now and then I needed a good fix. Between lusting after my aunt and the power going out I figured it was justified.

We carefully walked to the sliding glass door that opened into my parent’s backyard and looked outside. The low-lying clouds were thick and colored a slight orange tint from the city beyond. It appeared that only the south end of town had been knocked out. I could see better now in the dim, cursory light from the town. Snow was still falling relentlessly, piling high and creating a rolling landscape of nondescript bumps, valleys and hills.

“Have you been working out?” she asked after a while.

I looked at her, surprised by the question. I said, “Well, yeah actually.”

“It shows,” she kept her eyes out on the muffled world beyond.

‘It does?’ I thought to myself. I weighed 235 lbs and had a fairly stocky, muscular build. I wasn’t fat by any means, but I did carry a little weight around my midsection that, despite my best efforts I could not get rid of. My mind raced and presented me with a number of possibilities as the words “It shows” played over and over in my mind.

“Thank you,” I said. I looked at her again and decided to go out on a limb, “You look really good too.”

She laughed, “Thanks.”

“Seriously,” I insisted.

“Humoring an old woman?”

“You’re not old,” I shook my head and took another drag on my smoke.

“Is that a fact?”

“Take it from a young guy at the tender age of 20,” I smiled, “You look good.”

Anna sighed, “I’m 38 years old on a Friday night with no date and I’m babysitting my sister’s step children. I think if I looked good I’d be somewhere else tonight.”

“Well, to be honest,” I said, “There is a snow storm out there right now.”

“Yeah? So?”

“That might affect anyone’s social life.”

Anna’s emerald eyes met mine. “You’re right.”

“Doesn’t happen often,” I replied and then said, “And who says you have to baby-sit me? I’m an adult.”

“Just because you lost your virginity and can smoke doesn’t mean you’re grown up,” she said and grinned a little.

“Just because you can give beer to a minor doesn’t make you mature,” I countered playfully.

“Touché,” she rolled her eyes, “Listen, I need a shower. Are there any candles around here?”

“Yeah.”

I went into the kitchen and opened the bottom drawer of the counter by the sink. It was loaded with all color and sizes of candles. I grabbed one of the big ones and lit it, handing it to Anna. She smiled and squeezed my arm, “Thanks.”

“I put you bag in their room,” I motioned down the hall as I stoked the fire.

“All righty.”

I stood by the fireplace for a moment, stoking the coals before closing the iron cast door and brushing my hands off. I finished my cigarette and then pitched the butt outside into the snow. My body was tingling and I tried to distract myself from thinking about Anna in the shower. My mind was rolling images of her naked figure under all that cascading water across my eyes like a steamy porn flick. My cock was now begging to be given attention as I walked down the hall with my own candle.

As I passed the bathroom I heard the water turn on and then a moment later, the shower engage. I shook my head and cracked the door to Sarah’s room open. She was lying sprawled out in her Care Bears t-shirt and blue sweats, a plush toy of Scooby Doo tucked under one arm and her Polly doll in the other. She was slightly snoring as her mouth hung slackly open, a thin line of drool seeping out. I smiled to myself and closed the door again.

I looked into my parent’s room and saw her duffle bag on the bed, open wide. I was seized by the sudden impulse to go look through her stuff. The candle canlı casino siteleri burned warmly in my hand as I stood in the doorway contemplating this very serious invasion of privacy. It was wrong and I knew it. Even as I slowly approached the bed and put my hand on the vinyl bag I knew I was crossing a line. I reached inside the bag and felt around.

I pulled out a pair of her panties, black and lacy. My heart began pounding as I felt the fabric in my hands, rubbing it back and forth. Without even thinking, I brought the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. They were scented with some kind of lavender fabric softener. I pressed the thin material of the crotch to my lips and allowed myself to imagine her sex there. I was breathing hard, so turned on that I couldn’t really control myself.

After a few minutes, I put the panties back in the bag and walked down the hall to the living room again. As I passed the bathroom I noticed a sliver of wavering light cast across the floor. The door was open, allowing candlelight to escape into the hall. I paused and felt that urge again, the need to see and look at what I was forbidden to know. I licked my lips and opened the door a little, my body resting against the doorjamb.

The curtain of the shower was plastic and semi-transparent. I could make out the blurry image of her naked body behind it, the candle making bright shiny spots on the surface of the curtain that obscured her to some degree. She was washing her hair, arms bent above her and back arched. The shape of her large breasts was prominent through the translucent material, a maddening tease of her nudity. Her ass was round and her legs poised as she washed herself. I noticed I was beginning to sweat a little as I watched this distorted image of my naked aunt.

I backed away from the open sliver of space between the frame and door. I walked back to my old bedroom just beyond Sarah’s and stepped inside. My sweater and shirt came off, as I knew I would be making a mess across my stomach and chest. I lay on the bed and unbuttoned my jeans, yanking them and my boxers down. My cock sprang forth and I grasped my shaft gently. As I began masturbating, my head leaned back and mouth open, I imagined myself in the shower with her, my hands roaming her voluptuous body and her mouth pressed to mine.

My length was stiffened to a painful throb as I worked myself over, the images and fantasies or our would-be sexual encounter pounding through my brain. It didn’t take me very long to reach the point of climax. I could feel the orgasm building up inside me like an explosion, ready to be released. I worked faster, imaging what it would be like to slide my cock between those two beautiful tits. I savored the image of her hard nipples in my mind as my cock passed through her cleavage again and again, lubed up with my own pre-cum and the saliva from the blowjob she had given me moments earlier.

“Oh God, Anna,” I moaned and stroked faster and harder.

My body froze and tensed as I gasped for air.

Cum exploded from my swollen head and spattered across my chest, making a mess a shiny wet display of my passion for Aunt Anna. Oh how I wished Anna would lick me clean. The jerking of my cock began to subside as I took deep breaths to gain my composure. I could already feel the semen beginning to drip and dribble along the contours of my body. I reached out to the nightstand, my legs hanging off of the bed and grabbed a handful of Kleenex from my nightstand.

To my shock and horror, in the doorway of my bedroom stood my Aunt Anna, her eyes wide and a small funny smile on her full lips. Her hair was wet and hanging to her shoulders, a long blue towel wrapped around her body. She looked at me and I looked at her. She glanced down at my thick cock, still hard in my hand and leaking the last of my load. I wanted to die right there as we paused in that awkward silence, her in the doorway and me on my bed.

“Hi,” I said, my face blushing furiously in the candlelight.

Anna cleared her throat and looked away for a moment, “Hi, Sean. I catch you at a bad time?”

“Oh,” I looked down at my cum soaked torso and began wiping the semen up into the tissue, “Yeah, sort of.”

She nodded, suddenly shy of looking at me. I couldn’t blame her as embarrassment soured my stomach and I felt a queasy regret. I always locked the door when I masturbated. Why the hell didn’t I do it this time? I released my cock, the member unaware that it was time to deflate and retreat. It remained hard and unaffected by this sudden exposure to my aunt, as though it were even more turned on by the experience. To be honest, I could feel the arousal of her having watched me jack off.

“Did you see me,” I closed my eyes, “You know?”

“Yeah.”

Oh God.

I hesitantly asked, “Did you hear anything?”

Aunt Anna was quiet for a moment. As I finished wiping the semen from my body she said, “Uh, yeah I did.”

“I’m so sorry, Aunt Anna,” I sat up, unable to look at her. I cursed my cock for still being rigid and I pulled my pillow from the head of the bed to cover it, “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“No,” she assured me, her voice tender and distracted, “No, of course not.”

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End of Chapter 2

I pushed myself up with a struggle and looked both of us over. “We need another shower.”

“Yeah, and I need to pee again.”

I lowered my head and raised my eyebrows while looking at him.

“Oh no!” When he saw my questioning and coy look, “I’m done for the night.”

“Oh yeah? Think so huh?” My mouth was still watering from the taste of his cum and my hole was twitching from thinking about him thinking about my ass. We may have both needed to rest for the night, but the fun wasn’t over by a long shot.

Chapter 3

I normally just work from home, but the next day I had to spend at the office. After getting ready and checking on Sean, I headed out. While cleaning the two of us up again the night before, I discovered the cream that he uses to remove all of his hair. I left a little early so I could stop at an ABS before getting to the office. I picked up the hair remover cream, a large bottle of strawberry flavored lube, a three pack of butt plugs, and an enema kit. I also picked out some sexy boy short panties that I thought might be fun to tease Sean with. It was totally out of character for me, but after sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, I was starting to think of myself as the girl in this relationship. Remembering the feeling that washed through me as Sean licked and cleaned all the cum from my ass, I was craving to take that hard cock deep inside and submit completely as the girl.

I headed straight to a stall in the men’s room when I arrived at the office. After lubing up the smallest plug, I started working it in. When the widest part slipped past my ring, I had to slap my hand across my mouth to keep from moaning out loud. Oh God it felt good! I couldn’t control it, but my hips were thrusting forward and back and my canal was contracting with every thrust. My dick was rock hard and I couldn’t believe my ass could be this receptive and responsive. I started working the plug in and out a few times but had to stop before my knees buckled and or I shot my load all over the place.

Needless to say, I wasn’t able to focus on work very much throughout the day. At lunch, I swapped to the middle sized plug with about the same results. Sean was going to have another pair of briefs to clean up by the time the day was over. At quitting time, I switched again to the largest plug. I was able to use my own precum that had gathered as lube this time. I kept my briefs on and just shoved my hand down the back to insert the new plug. I had to work it in a little then out, in then out. When the widest part popped in, my knees did buckle and I came without ever touch my dick. After recovering for a few minutes, I cleaned up and hurried home before anyone could see the wet spot that was sure to form in my pants. My dick remained hard and leaking as I sat on the largest plug all the way home, knowing I could and would take Sean’s hard cock before the night was over.

Arriving home, Sean was sitting on the deck and I asked through the screen door how his day was. He mumbled something about long and boring and I giggled to myself, “Not for long.” I removed my pants but kept my dress shirt on and fixed us some drinks. I took his out to him with a coy smile on my face.

” Whaaaat are you up to?” He asked with raised eye brows when he saw my expression and attire.

“Oh nothing. Just thought you might need something to keep you occupied for a few minutes.” With that, I stood in front of him, reached under my shirt and wiggled my hips as I slipped my briefs off. The look on his casino siteleri face confirmed that the panties would be a big hit in the future. I held the briefs on my finger and asked, “I made another mess, could you work on these while I take care of some things? Back in a bit, don’t go anywhere.” With that, I dropped the briefs in his lap and ran off laughing. I’m not sure what he did, but when I found them the next day, they were clean.

I spent the next hour or so with the enema kit, hair remover and shower. When I emerged from the shower, I was squeaky clean inside and out, and silky smooth from the head down. I bent over and rested my chest on the counter while I lubed my ring and canal and reinserted the largest plug. My knees almost buckled again as I fought the urge to work the plug in and out. After composing myself, I pulled on another long button up shirt that reached down to about mid thigh and headed back to the deck.

Sean was leaning back with his eyes closed and drying cum around his lips and nose. It looked like he had enjoyed my wet briefs. I felt a little guilty about disturbing him, but I was on a mission, and sleeping was not on the agenda, the tent in his sweat pants was.

“Don’t even think about sleeping big boy.”

His eyes snapped open with a hungry look, “Not sleeping, just thinking about your mess and how much I enjoyed it.”

“Well, come on. Let’s get you cleaned up,” as I turned for his bathroom with him close on my heels.

“You’re lucky I can’t use my hands. You’d be on the tabletop already if I could.”

Looking over my shoulder I said, “You’ll be wishing you had your hands to hold me off before I’m through.” Giggling, I took off before he could grab me and yelled, “Hurry up,” when I reached the bathroom.

As he entered and came towards me, I wagged my finger and told him, “Behave yourself,” as I bent over to pull his sweats down. His hard cock popped up looking like it was starving for attention. “Tch, tch, tch, such a one track mind,” I giggled as I pulled his shirt off and pushed him towards the shower. I washed every inch as before but spent extra time soaping up his crack and rosebud from behind as I reached around to soap his cock and balls. I didn’t want him to cum but did make sure every inch was clean, keeping him on the edge the whole time.

When I thought he had about all he could take, I rinsed him off and turned him around. I stooped down just a little to suck on his eraser sized, quarter inch long nipples, which were already hard. I’d suck one in then push it out with my tongue, letting it lightly scrape across my teeth on each pass, then gently biting down and flicking it with my tongue. After working on each one several times, it was all he could do to keep from bashing me in the head with his casts.

I backed up and slid down the shower wall so I was squatting on my heels with my head and shoulders against the wall. As I pulled him forward by his ass cheeks, his shins spread my knees apart. Basically, I was trapped against the wall with his hard cock coming towards my mouth, just where I wanted to be. As he came forward and sank his cock in my mouth, the pulsing shower was able to hit my hard dick and balls. The combination of his cock and the water hitting me, caused me to moan which caused Sean to start pumping. Foreplay was over, Sean needed to cum.

With my head against the wall, I didn’t have a choice but to take it as he pumped all the way in and down my throat, them pull back till the flared head caught on my teeth, where I ran my tongue across the sensitive head. He would then slam back into my throat and grind against my face, fucking my mouth like a hot, wet pussy. I soaped up a finger and slipped into his ass on the next in stroke. He yelled out and exploded from the duel stimulation as he kept fucking in and out of my mouth slot oyna and back and forth on my finger. My mouth was a foaming mess as he finished humping against my face, pressing his hairless groin against my nose and his balls against my chin, while I pressed inward hard with my finger deep in his ass. He was trapped between my lips and throat in the front and my hands and finger from the rear. I held him there as he twitched and moaned, till I thought he was strong enough to step back without falling down. I licked up all the cum from around the base and what had leaked down along his balls as he leaned against the wall.

Standing up, I said, “I think you needed that.”

“Oh man, I’ve been hard all day thinking about you. And your wet underwear didn’t help matters.” With a satisfied laugh he added, “Bout time you got home.”

“Now, now, be careful or you won’t get your surprise, big boy.”

“Oooo, surprise?”

I just gave him a look that let him know I had something naughty planned. With that, I got us both rinsed off, then out and dried. I helped him with a robe and pulled my long shirt back on. In the living room, I placed some pillows on the floor and had Sean get down on his knees and lean back against the pillows and couch. I placed some more pillows behind his head so he could relax. This position had his hips pushed up, displaying his massive cock for my enjoyment.

“Now just sit back and enjoy. And try not to get too worked up,” I giggled. I poured some lube in my hand and started massaging his half-mast cock as I licked and sucked on his nipples again. It didn’t take long to bring my newest best friend back to full glory. With my other hand, I eased the plug out and applied more lube to my ass. I straddled his legs in the reverse cowboy position and pulled the ottoman up so I could lean on it. I slowly lowered my hips as I guided the head to my opening and started applying downward pressure.

“Holy shi, what are you….? I’ve never….! Oh swee…!” He was back to using incomplete sentences again.

“Me either. I guess we’ll take each other’s virginity. Now, don’t interrupt again.” Good thing I had used the plugs. With just a little more pressure, the head popped in. We both froze and moaned in unison. I braced myself on the ottoman as my hips started naturally humping and rotating. Before I knew it, my ass was grinding against his groin. There was no pain at all, just a feeling of total fulfillment and complete bliss as his cock entered deeper and deeper till I finally bottomed out with my cheeks smashed against his groin.

My mouth was open in a silent scream of joy while Sean was moaning, “Oh crap! So tight! Oh my…! So good!” I was rotating my hips for several rounds and then rolling them up, arching my back, then down, slamming into his groin, taking every inch and trying to get more. I couldn’t stop. My hips and ass were moving like a belly dancer’s, gyrating on their own accord. All I could do was hold on to the ottoman and whimper as I worked his cock with my ass! Holy crap! I had a hard, throbbing cock in my ass! And I was loving it!

When my orgasm started, I leaned back against Sean’s chest and arched my back, giving him a straighter shot to fuck up into my ass. I froze as he slammed into me, every plunge forcing cum to erupt from my dick, hitting my neck and covering my chest. My orgasm kept going long after I stopped shooting as Sean kept thrusting. I surrendered to his cock, whimpering, “Fuck meeee, take meeee, cum in meeee, please fuck me,” in a high pitched, girly voice.

With a mighty upwards thrust, placing most of my weight on his groin and forcing his cock as deep as possible, he started cumming, blasting deep inside me. Breeding me and claiming my ass as belonging to his cock. I felt the warmth from his cum spreading throughout my insides as he finally canlı casino siteleri lowered his hips to the floor. I just lay on his chest, unable to move, feeling his cock throbbing deep inside as mine oozed on my belly.

After a few moments, hours, weeks, who knows, he whispered in my ear, “Feed me your cum.” I was still beyond thinking or questioning, I just started gathering cum on my fingers and offering them to his mouth to suck and lick clean. Trip after trip till he had swallowed all I could find. I’m not sure how long we stayed in that position but I woke from a total body orgasmic stupor when he said, “I’m gonna get hard again if you don’t stop clenching your ass muscles.”

“Oh really? I don’t think I’ll be complaining if you do. How’s this for moving?”, as I ground my ass against him and giggled. “If it’s gonna be that fantastic every time, you can stay hard all the time.” As he groaned and laughed, I had him lean forward with me so I could pull the pillows from behind him. I placed them in front of me in a pyramid so I could drape across them. I want Sean to do the work this time, I wanted to be fucked this time. After getting the pillows arranged, I had Sean place his legs outside of mine and then leaned across the pillows, pulling his upper body with me. I was now draped across the pillows with my butt raised in the air. Sean’s upper body was pressing against my back and holding me down and his hard again cock was planted deep in my ass.

I reached back with my arms and grabbed his legs just above his knees so I could hold on. With my head turned to the side, I wiggled my ass and clamped my muscles around his cock and whispered, “Now fuck me. Hard, soft, fast, easy. Anyway you want. Just fuck me please. Claim my ass as your own.”

From that moment on, I surrendered to his cock, to his need. I surrendered, accepted, and relished in being the girl and taking his fuck. I rejoiced in the knowledge that his cock was hard because of me, that my ass was creating desire and giving pleasure as his manhood pumped in and out. Every stroke and grind against my soft, yielding cheeks shook and jarred my entire body and signified my complete submission as I absorbed each stroke. I was being fucked and I was euphoric. I whimpered, I drooled, and I moaned. I cried out and begged for more. I never once asked him to stop. I did tell him to fuck me, to make me his, to breed me as a girl. He didn’t disappoint. He varied his fucking from long, slow, full length strokes, starting at my ring and pushing gently to my depths. Switching to short, powerful jabs that caused my body to jerk and shudder. Then stopping while full depth and grinding against my cheeks, pressing me into the pillows. And then switching to full length power strokes, driving me into the pillows and causing my head to rise in a scream. And I came. I felt as if I was having an orgasm from the minute he started pumping till he filled me with his second load of cum, and through the aftershocks as we both jerked spasmodically, me pushing back and he pushing forward.

I was in complete bliss. I had worshiped a cock and balls with my mouth and drank his cum. I had given my ass, taken his fuck and absorbed his cum into my body. I had given the ultimate pleasure and received the ultimate pleasure in return. I knew and accepted my place, which was to please and be pleasured by a man’s cock. From that moment on, I would crave to have his cock in my mouth and throat. To bob my head, licking and sucking or have him hold my head and fuck my face, my reward being to swallow his cum. I would then nurse his cock back to life so I could offer or he could take my ass to fuck his desire into me and signify my total submission to his cock. From this moment on, he would be the man and I would be the girl.

When Sean slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet and gaping ass, all I could do was whimper and beg him not to. When he spread my cheeks and started licking and sucking his cum from and around my hole, I passed out…….

Bye for now. But don’t worry, more is cumming. Smiles and winks…

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