Co-worker Lust Pt. 01

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It was Saturday, and Joseph was in his usual routine with his girlfriend. Weekend sex with her, was the only time they had sex. Joseph was always horny, and a couple times a week was nowhere near enough, which is why he masturbated multiple times a day, throughout the week. But at this moment his girlfriend’s legs are spread, and he is pumping her with his thick cock. She is moaning up a storm, and about to have her 3rd orgasm on his cock. Joseph wants to cum, but after a few years of fucking her, the excitement isn’t there like it used to be. It takes him much longer to cum now, which his girlfriend Tina, doesn’t mind at all, of course.

Joseph knows what he needs to do to get himself turned on enough to cum, but he’s been trying a long time to not do it. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help it sometimes. When he wants to push himself over the edge, he fantasizes about his co-worker Monica. He has worked with her for 2 years, and from the moment he met her, he was instantly attracted to her, and his attraction has only grown. Monica is a beautiful Mexican girl, with very fair skin. She has long brown hair, she usually keeps braided. She has gorgeous brown eyes, and the cutest smile, that reveal her braces. She is only 5’4, with perky, DD natural breasts, which look even more impressive because of her size. She has a little muffin top, with a little belly, but not chubby. She is everything Joseph wants physically in a woman.

And once again, Monica’s image is uncontrollably in Joseph’s mind, as he fucks his girlfriend. He knows now that he is thinking of Monica, he will cum very soon. It’s pretty much the only way he cums anymore, whether he is fucking Tina, or masturbating, picturing doing sexual things with Monica, makes his cock pulse, and explode. His pumping becomes harder, and more deliberate, as he picture’s it’s Monica’s pussy he is pounding. He closes his eyes, and thinks of Monica’s beautiful face, and adorable braces looking up at him, as he gets ready to fill her with his load. His girlfriend moans louder and explodes in another orgasm. A few seconds later, with the thought of Monica telling him to shoot deep inside her, Joseph erupts inside Tina, filling her pussy with his warm cum. He rolls over, and his girlfriend rolls over, putting her head on his chest, but his only thought is that he wished it was Monica laying next to him.

The rest of the weekend flew by, with Joseph masturbating 5 times, all the while thinking about his co-worker. Monday came and Joseph was excited, because he would get to see Monica at work. They had the same Monday thru Friday schedule, and Joseph couldn’t be happier about that. The got along well, and made a good team. Joseph, would stare at her cute little butt as much as he could, and that was a whole lot. He often day-dreamed of pulling her pants down and licking her ass right there. A couple times she turned around to ask him a question, and caught him staring right at her ass. He would just tell her he was zoning out.

It was hard for Joseph to concentrate at work, with a good portion of his shift fantasizing about his co-worker. This had been on-going for so long, and not being able to make his fantasies come true, made Joseph take whatever he could get from her. He would sometimes go into the break room, and sniff her jacket, hanging on the coat rack, so he could smell her perfume. She kept a small pillow cushion in her locker to sit on during her lunch break, since they had really hard, uncomfortable chairs at work. Sometimes when she would go to the bathroom during her break, Joseph would quickly sneak to the back to smell her cushion, and get a whiff of her ass. And Joseph’s favorite, since he had a intense foot fetish, was to smell her flats. She went to college nearby, and would wear her flats to school, but hen she came to work, she would kick her flats under the lunch table in the break room, and put sneakers on to wear while she worked. Any chance Joseph got to make his way to the break room, and get under the table to bury his nose in her flat, he took. He had only seen her bare feet once when she had worn new boots to school, and when she came to work, she had asked him to help her pull them off, as they were hurting her feet. When her feet came out of her boots, Joseph saw the most gorgeous feet he’d ever seen. They were small, and perfect. Her toenails were painted red, and to him, they were flawless. Joseph remembered in that moment, wanting to grab her feet, and start licking and sucking them. He would have settled for getting one of her boots, burying his nose in it, and breathing in her foot smell.

As Monica came into work and said hello to him, Joseph’s heart started beating faster. He knew he had strong feelings for her, and he didn’t just lust for her. He wanted her to be his girl. He wanted to treat her like his princess, and pamper her in every way. He wanted to pleasure her, and worship her. There were a couple roadblocks though. He had a girlfriend, and she had a boyfriend. On top of that, Joseph didn’t know if bursa escort she would have interest in him, as far a a relationship, anyways.

As she walked to the break room to hang up her jacket, Joseph looked down to stare at her flats. He loved flats because they trapped girls’ foot smells really well, and seeing girls dangle them off there feet, was always an instant hard-on. He had hoped she would go to the bathroom during her break, so he could run to the back and smell them. But when she came out to tart work, he saw she was still wearing her flats, rather than her usual work sneakers. He figured no harm in asking her.

“Where are the sneakers Monica? I never see you wear your flats out here.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance of her situation.

“I know! I’m so stupid! I totally forgot them at home, and I didn’t have time after my classes, to go home and get them, so I’ll just be wearing these all shift. I hope I’m not too uncomfortable, since I’ll be on my feet the whole day.”

Joseph was disappointed since he wouldn’t have a chance to smell her flats since she would be wearing them all shift, but he will definitely will enjoy watching her wear them.

It was a long busy shift, but they got through it, and closed up shop. They usually took about 30 to 45 minutes completing tasks they had to do every night at the coffee shop, and tonight was one of the longer nights. Often when they were done, they would hang out a bit in the break room, and have a cup of coffee. When they both retired to the back, Monica immediately started complaining.

“Fuck, my feet are killing me! Wearing these flats all shift, was not fun. They feel so sore. I can’t wait to kick these off at home, and rub them.”

Just hearing that made Joseph really excited. Thinking about her rubbing her sweaty, smelly feet, was such a turn on. It made him wonder though, why she would need to rub her own feet, instead of asking her boyfriend.

“Just ask your boyfriend to rub them for you. You can’t give yourself a good foot massage.”

Monica let out a big “Ha!”

She looked annoyed.

“My stupid boyfriend thinks feet are gross, and won’t touch mine! And on top of that, he complains that they smell bad! So I have a foot sweat problem! So What?!”

Joseph couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Her boyfriend had this perfect beauty, with perfect feet, and a sexy smelling foot odor, and he wasn’t enjoying every inch of them.

“Are you serious?! What is his deal?! No offense, but he’s crazy. I would rub your feet every day, as many times as you wanted!”

Joseph couldn’t believe what he had just said. It was his honest reaction, but not one he felt he should have shared with her. Thankfully it seemed she didn’t think he meant it, and was just being nice.

“Oh why thank you sir. Let me kick off my flats and you shall rub my feet!”

She was clearly joking, and started to laugh. Joseph had spent too long fantasizing about her, and he figured this was his best chance to get more than he ever had from her. He slapped his knees with both hands.

“Come on, put those feet on me, and let me give you a great massage.”

He smiled at her, as an out in case she got upset. He would then tell her he was joking. What she did was just stare at him for a few seconds before speaking again.

“Are you seriously offering to massage my feet?”

Joseph kept smiling at her.

“I sure am offering. You said your feet hurt, and your boyfriend won’t rub them, so why not let me?”

Monica looked like she was running a lot of things through her head.

“I mean, I’m appreciative you would be willing to rub my feet, but don’t you think that’s kind of weird? I mean, I don’t think my boyfriend would be happy about it, if he found out, and I doubt your girlfriend would be either.”

Joseph shook his head.

“Monica, it’s not like we’re having sex. I’m just massaging your feet. People pay for massages all the time, and it’s not considered weird or cheating is it?”

Joseph could tell his reasoning was giving a glimmer of hope she would agree with him, and let him touch her feet.

“Well, no, it’s not cheating, but I don’t know. You don’t moonlight as a masseuse, do you?”

She started to giggle.

“No, I don’t, but I guarantee you, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

Monica smiled, showing her braces, that Joseph thought were so cute on her.

“Oh, you’re that good, are you? And how do you know you are that good? Your girlfriend, I suppose.”

With all the confidence in his skills, Joseph responded.

“Not just my girlfriend, but every other girl I’ve given massages to. Never had any of them not tell me I was amazing.”

Monica, had a quizzical look on her face.

“So do you just go around offering girls, foot massages? You must be a fan of feet. It’s like you have a foot fetish.”

She started laughing, but Joseph was not ashamed to admit it.

“Actually I do. Do you think bursa ucuz escort that’s weird?”

Monica stopped laughing, and seemed to be working in her head whether he was telling her the truth or not.

“No, I don’t think…Well it’s a bit strange…No no no! I don’t mean strange, I just…What do you like about them?.

Joseph knew he just had to be fully open and honest.

“I find feet sensual. I love the way they look, when they are nicely cared for. I love the way they feel. I love the way they smell. I love the way they taste.”

Monica cut him off.

“Whoa, whoa , whoa! Did you you say you like the smell, and the taste?! Do you mean you like when they are washed and smell like detergent, or perfumes, or whatever?”

Joseph started to get a little embarrassed. Her reaction came across like she might call him a freak at any moment. It crossed his mind to tell her it was all a joke, but is instinct told him, no guts, no glory. He was going all in, even if his honesty scared her off.

“I’m fine when they smell washed and clean, but what I really like, is when they are sweaty, and stinky.”

Monica’s mind was blown.

“But why?! Stinky feet…Well, they stink! That is not a pleasant smell. I know! My feet smell so bad after a day of wearing my flats!”

Joseph badly wanted to tell her how he would regularly sneak back to the break room to smell her flats, but that might be too much for her to hear all at once, and she might feel he invaded her privacy in some way.

“Well, how should I say this? For guys like me, when we are really attracted to a girl, those smells are sexy. They get us excited, and turn us on. It’s like taking in the girl’s essence. It’s very intimate.”

Monica’s head was moving, as was her mouth, but no word’s were coming out. She had no idea what to say, or think.

Joseph felt he needed to say something.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. If you think I’m a weirdo, I totally understand. Forget everything I said.”

Monica finally found her words.

“No Joseph, I don’t think you’re weird! I really don’t! It’s just, I’ve heard of foot fetishes, but I didn’t know about enjoying them when they stink. It just caught me off guard. And please don’t feel embarrassed. I do need to get home though. My feet are feeling ok now so I’m good, but thank you so much for offering, really!”

No matter what she said, Joseph was embarrassed.

“Ok, goodnight Monica. See you tomorrow.”

Joseph went home a few minutes later. He would normally go into the bathroom at home, and masturbate to thoughts of Monica, but he wasn’t in the mood that night.

For next few days at work, things were a little weird with Monica. They still talked, but both seemed a bit on guard. She also hadn’t stayed after they closed to drink coffee with Joseph. He figured she was too weirded out by him now. He hadn’t even looked at her feet all week, aware that she might be on the lookout for him doing it.

Finally Friday came, and it was quite busy. Lot’s of running back and forth, and the AC hadn’t been working for the last couple days, so it was hot. The shift seemed endless, but they made it through. Monica locked up, and Joseph started mopping. He noticed someone had dropped a wallet after one of the tables, so he got down on his hands and needs and grabbed it. As he was tuning around to get back up, he saw Monica’s feet right in front of him. She was wearing her flats, and not her sneakers. He looked up and Monica was smiling down at him. Joseph stood up.

“Hey, didn’t expect you to be right here when I turned around.”

Monica’s smile got even bigger.

“Sorry if I startled you, but did you notice my shoes?”

Joseph looked down again, and pointed.

“Yeah, i just noticed you aren’t wearing your sneakers. I thought flats make your feet hurt when you have to walk in them all day at work?”

Monica’s kept flashing her beautiful smile.

“It does make them hurt. It makes them hurt a lot. I guess I’m just lucky I have someone to massage them for me.”

With that, she turned around and started walking towards the break room. At the door she turned her head.

“You coming? My feet don’t have all night.”

Joseph tossed the found wallet on the counter, and hurried to the back. When he got there, Monica was already sitting down on a chair, with her cushion on it.

Joseph couldn’t believe this. “Is this really happening?”, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. He didn’t want to ruin this, but he had to know.

“I’m totally gonna give you a foot massage, but just wondering why the change? You seemed a weirded out on Monday.”

Monica looked down at her hands.

“To be honest with you, I was a little weirded out, but all week I was thinking about it, and what you said about why you like it, and about how it’s sensual, and it made me wish my boyfriend wanted that with me. bursa elit escort So I asked him yesterday to rub my feet, and his response was, “I don’t want to touch your feet ok! I can smell them from here! I’ll give you money, and you can go pay for a massage.” He really hurt my feelings. It made me feel he was grossed out by me in some ways. I started to think how I wished I had a boyfriend who was into me so much, he welcomed me in all ways, including my stinky feet. Actually, I thought about you.”

Joseph was taken aback. This was so much to process. He had many more questions, but he felt it best not to ask her more at this moment, since clearly she had been bothered by her boyfriend’s reaction. He sat down, and pulled his chair forward. Monica smiled, and without saying a word, she put a foot on each of his knees. Joseph got himself ready. This was his fantasy come true, and it was happening now. He had smelled her flats plenty of times, but now he was going to get to enjoy that smell directly from her sexy, perfect feet. He reached down, and grabbed her right flat by the heel, ready to slip it off.

“Wait Joseph, one thing first. I have to warn you. I haven’t showered since Wednesday, and I’ve kept my flats on the whole time. Even in bed!.”

As she flashed her smile, Joseph’s cock began to swell even more than it already had. Having been told by him, that the stinkier the better, she took it upon herself to make her own feet as stinky as possible. She most definitely was his dream girl.

He smiled at her, and then turned his attention back to her right foot. He slowly pulled her flat off, revealing her magnificent feet. It had been to long since he’d see them.

“How does it look, to a foot fan like you?” She said with a giggle.

Joseph looked her right in the eyes.

“These are the most beautiful feet I have ever seen in my life.”

He meant it, and the look in Monica’s face told him, she believed he really felt that way, but she didn’t believe her feet were that great. Hearing him say that was not only flattering, but it was also kind of a turn on. But it was just a massage, she kept telling herself. She then smelled her foot stench wafting to her face, and she wanted to gag. She knew her feet stank a lot, but not showering, and keeping her flats on for a few days, really took the smell to another level. It was a mix of vinegar, Doritos, and cheese. She didn’t want to look at him, but when she did, she saw a guy who looked like he was in heaven.

“Joseph, you ok? Is the smell too much, because if it is, I understand.”

Joseph looked up and smiled at her.

“Monica, don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s the sexiest smell I’ve ever smelled.”

With that he began massaging her right foot. Monica started to moan, but in pain, as her feet were aching. Joseph looked up at her again.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna work out the aches, and bring in the pleasure.”

Monica smiled and closed her eyes.

Realizing this, Joseph slowly moved his head closer so he could get a better whiff of her feet, even though the smell was so strong, he could smell it the second he puled off her flat. He was in ecstasy, massaging his dream girl’s gorgeous, soft feet. And the smell was heavenly. He wished he could bottle the smell of her sweaty, unwashed feet, and bottle it, so he could take it with him everywhere, to enjoy. After a few minutes he stopped, and pulled off her let flat, and began rubbing that foot.

Monica kept her eyes closed, thinking both about how strange it was that her co-worker was rubbing her feet, but also, how damn good he was at it, and how incredible it felt. He was expertly going back and forth between each, rubbing her heels, soles, and toes. She never thought she would like having her feet touched, this much, let alone love it, as intensely as she was loving it now.

Meanwhile, Joseph was trying with everything he had, to not start tonguing every inch of her feet. He wanted to taste them, and feel them in his mouth so bad, but he wasn’t going to press his luck. Not now at least.

“You enjoying my massage techniques?”

Monica responded, eyes still closed.

“Mmmmm. Yeah, I’m loving it so much Joseph. You weren’t kidding when you said you were good. God, I could go for these everyday.”

Without missing a beat, Joseph replied…

“Well you have a volunteer here.” he said, as he chuckled.

She smiled, and then her head fell back, and she started to lightly snore.

Joseph had done such a good job, and she felt so relaxed, she fell asleep. Joseph thought about continuing to touch and smell her feet, but he wanted her to enjoy it too, and he better get her up so she could go home. He lightly tapped her shoulder.

“Wake up sleepy. My massage bored you into la la land.” Joseph jokingly said.

Monica opened her eyes, and smiled. She stretched, as she started to respond.

“Sorry, it just felt so good, and I am so tired, and…Wait, what time is it?!”

Monica took her phone out really fast, and turned on her screen.

“Dammit, I’m late! I was supposed to meet my boyfriend, and I totally forgot! Sorry Joseph, but I have to hurry.”

Perfect, he thought. He did all the relaxing of her, and her boyfriend was going to get to enjoy it.

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It was a hot summer afternoon in Phoenix. We had been to the lake waterskiing with some friends, and now were back at my apartment, relaxing to some smooth jazz, and trying to cool off from the 118F outside.

She was still wearing her bikini under a T-shirt, and I was wearing my jeans. We were lounging on the floor, just laying next to each other, and kissing gently. She sat up and pulled her T-shirt off and stretched like a long, lean cat. I was totally mesmerized by her, and completely amazed by her beautiful body.

I asked her if I could see her breast, and she said that would be fine, but I had to take off my shirt, too. I did that, and then she reached back and removed her bikini top. I kissed and licked all over her breasts, and was really enjoying myself. Her nipples had gotten very hard, and were sticking out and just begging for me to suck them.

I moved down and licked across her stomach and then started trying to untie her bikini bottoms. She arched her back, then raised her butt off the ground, and in one quick bursa sınırsız escort motion, yanked off the bottoms. For the first time, I was actually seeing- and touching- a real live, naked woman. She said that I had to take off my jeans, and I did that in about a half-second. Then we held each other and kissed and snuggled together. I was as hard as a rock, and my prick was poking her through my briefs. She felt amazing. I was just rubbing my hands all over her, smelling her, kissing her, and trying to memorize every inch of her.

Suddenly, she reached down and stuck her hand into my underwear, and grabbed a hold of my dick. I froze. She just held on, tightly squeezing me, as I pulsed hard in her hand. She pulled me on top of her and kissed my forehead and my lips. She was perfect. I was lying on top of her and looking into her eyes, not really knowing what to do. I was scared and thrilled at the same time.

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She looked deeply into my eyes, and smiled, and said, “Breathe.” I did. Then she said just to take my time and enjoy her. She said I was big, and was filling her up. I don’t think I’m that big, but it was nice to hear that. bursa anal yapan escort She moaned, and squeezed my dick with her pussy muscles, and we began to move together, then apart, then together. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. It didn’t take long before I knew I was going to explode- she felt too good. I told her that I was going to cum, and she said it was okay, she was on the pill, and I should just go for it. With that said, she began to move, and squeeze, and flex her pussy, and I moved in and out quicker and quicker. She was panting loudly now and I was feeling my balls tingle and I knew we were close to both going over the top.

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College Girlfriend Cheats Ch. 02

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For a while, things were good with Jimmy. We had moved in together, and everything was great between us. The events described in my last story became pretty commonplace. I can’t even count the number of times Jimmy ate me out at a party to get my cunt ready for somebody else.

Things got complicated real soon when Jimmy asked me to marry him!

I told him I really did not know about that, and I felt like a free spirit who wanted to fuck around more before settling down with any one guy. He told me he was OK with my fucking around, but we are not going to find anyone else that we are happier with.

This made sense to me. I was almost convinced, but then I realized I did not know if Jimmy was going to keep accepting my fucking around. Maybe after we were married he would start to pressure me to be faithful.

I told him that I’d think about it over the course of the next few months. I also told him I was going to use these few months to test him. I was going to start cheating on him a lot more, and if he could take it without complaining, I knew we would be meant for each other.

He claimed to have no problem with this.

The first thing I did was to set up a profile on a dating site. I made Jimmy help me set it up. He also took some nice pictures of me; my profile pic showed quite a bit of cleavage!

Naturally lots of guys messaged me, and I went out on lots of dates.

I found way to include Jimmy in all this. Whenever I would go on a date, Jimmy would move into the guest room. We set up a lot of hidden cameras in the living room and bedroom, so that Jimmy could watch me getting it on live.

Usually, having invited the guy to our house, I would excuse myself before the sex under the pretext of freshening up, and then pop into Jimmy’s room to have him eat me out. Once I had orgasmed and was nice and slippery, I would go have sex with my date. After my date had left, it would be time for seconds with Jimmy.

It was very erotic to ride Jimmy right after he jacked off watching me and another guy. I also enjoyed telling him details about our date; how far I allowed bursa escort the guy to go during dinner and the movie, and, naturally, how his cock felt when it was inside of me.

Jimmy passed his test with flying colors; he didn’t complain once. Even after I fucked a different guy every day for two weeks, he did not complain. Of course, I did give him special treatment. I made all the guys wear condoms; Jimmy was the only one I let shoot into me without a rubber.

I decide to take a different approach next. Jimmy seemed to be pretty turned on by the idea of me fucking so many guys. I decided to see if he was so cool about it if I consistently got it on with the same guy.

I picked one of the guys I had fucked the previous couple of weeks. I made sure to bring him home every day for sex for two weeks. I even introduced a lot of dirty talk that I knew would piss Jimmy off. I regularly told this guy I loved him during sex. I also had a habit of screaming that I wanted to have his babies.

Naturally I told Jimmy it was all for show.

I could tell Jimmy was riled up by all this, but he said nothing. I was very satisfied with how well he was passing the tests I was setting for him.

My next step was to start having sex with guys Jimmy knew. This felt like crossing a line, and I was very eager to see how Jimmy would handle it.

The first guy I did was an instructor for a course Jimmy and I were taking. We weren’t doing too well; both of us were getting Cs. It was not much work to convince this guy to give both me and Jimmy A+ if I let him fuck me.

So pretty soon I was getting pounded by our instructor in the living room while Jimmy was watching it from his room, as usual. Our instructor was not very good, to be frank; his penis size was below average. On the plus side, he did run off at the mouth during sex, calling me dirty names every few seconds: whore, slut, fuck toy, prostitute.

It felt pretty exciting to walk in to his class the next day holding hands with Jimmy. I felt like such a slut!

I then went through a few more guys I knew Jimmy was bursa ucuz eskort friends with. His roommate from the previous year. A couple of high school friends. A teammate from the college basketball team Jimmy played on.

Next, I started going to all of Jimmy’s games next. I told him that if our team lost, I would try to fuck one of the star players from the opposing team. Sure enough, after every loss I’d be home with a basketball player I’d pick up during one of the post-games parties. “You played so well,” I’d tell him as I was riding him, “so much better than my boyfriend who played for out team. Would you like to be my new boyfriend?”

Obviously I’d never return their calls afterwards, but it was exciting to fuck with Jimmy’s mind like that.

A few months of this had passed and Jimmy seemed pretty accepting. I decided on one final test; something that would cross a few more lines.

I wanted to see if he would still be OK with my regularly fucking someone who lived with us.

I first suggested that we rent out one of the spare rooms in our apartment for the summer to make some extra cash. I think Jimmy suspected what my plan was, but he never said anything. I made sure that a nice-looking buff guy named Chad ended up being our renter.

I started fucking Chad the day he moved in.

Basically, I just started flirting with him right in front of Jimmy. Pretty soon, the two of us were making out on the couch while Jimmy sulked and watched us. One thing lead to another, and I was soon riding Chad’s cock while Jimmy watched us and wanked off.

The whole summer I was a slut for Chad. We had really nice sexual chemistry, and we fucked two times every day. By contrast, I only made love to Jimmy once a day, and not every day.

I would be cruel to Jimmy. Sometimes I let him watch, and sometimes I told him to leave the room. I wanted him to wank off as he listened to our lovemaking. When I did let him watch, both me and Chad would talk to him during the sex.

“I love how your girlfriend is tight, bro” Chad would say. bursa anal yapan escort “I don’t know how given how many men she has fucked.”

“I could never date such a slut,” Chad also liked to say, “but good for you that you get off on watching your woman.”

As for me, I liked to make Jimmy say things he did not want to say. I would tell him I wouldn’t let him watch us unless he thanked Chad for fucking me. Sometimes he would leave, and sometimes he would sigh and thank Chad.

Other times I would make him take a more active role. I would make Jimmy undress me in front of Chad and lube me up before I would let Chad pound me.

Sometimes I would make Jimmy sleep in the guest room while me and Chad fell asleep together.

Sometimes I felt bad about doing all this to Jimmy who I loved but the fact is that when I did have sex with him he was more horny than ever. So he must have been enjoying it somewhat.

Jimmy knew that I would never say no to anything Chad asked. I was a total whore for him, and I was ready to fuck him anytime he wanted. This created some exciting situations sometimes. For example, I would be sucking Jimmy or riding his cock when Chad would come in and demand some sex. Naturally, I would leave Jimmy and take care of Chad first.

Chad also loved to fuck me while I was on the phone. Sometimes I would be talking to one of my girlfriends or to my parents when Chad would just come up to me and start finger-banging me. When I was wet enough, he would just slide his cock inside of me.

He loved to do it when I was talking to Jimmy on the phone. Then he would make me describe to Jimmy everything that was happening.

Finally, the summer was over. It was August 31st, Chad’s last day here. Of course, Chad was quite happy with our arrangement and wanted to live with us indefinitely, but I said no. My test for Jimmy was over, and he had passed with flying colors.

I decided to tell Jimmy in my own way. I told both of them that I would have a last fuck – for old times sake – with Chad and it would be very special and I wanted Jimmy to watch.

This time I let Jimmy participate. I was bent over a chair, getting fucked from behind by Chad, and making out with Jimmy at the same time. I was wanking Jimmy’s dick with my hands. As Jimmy was coming – and as Chad was shooting a load inside of me for the second time – I said to Jimmy, “Yes, I will marry you.”

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Neville felt like a new man. He had a job he loved, great friends, and now, finally, his own wheels. Tyler had offered to co-sign for him once his license got reinstated but Neville believed the man had already done enough for him. Plus between what he had stashed away with Paris and what he saved in the four months since he’d been home he had more than enough to buy himself something nice. It wasn’t new or his usual taste but it was his and that was what mattered most to him. His first car had been a “gift” from his father. He used the quotations because his father only gave it to him to run his errands and to chauffeur Ms. Pru around so he didn’t have to anymore. Neville wasn’t even allowed to keep the keys until he left for college, where he totalled it being an idiot but that was his old life. The life that didn’t belong to him. Sure his screwing it up was his own doing but you have to burn a few pancakes before you get the perfect one.

That’s not to say that he would call his life perfect but it was getting there. He still lived with Tyler and Gianni but that was looking like it was going to be permanent. In the beginning he felt himself a burden but now they were becoming a family of sorts. He and Gianni had developed a brotherly bond, the sexual tension having dissolved at some point without their knowledge. And Tyler remained a reluctant patriarch of their created clan, often yelling at the younger guys to “keep it down” when their video game smack talk got out of hand. Even Brion had become a fixture at the house, spending most weekends snuggled up or rough housing with Neville before the two departed for Sunday dinner with Mac and Margie. They started inviting Gianni after he commented about Neville not bringing home enough leftovers to share and was welcomed warmly to the table. Margie didn’t have any children of her own and enjoyed the interest Gianni showed in her recipes for island delicacies. His playful flirting caused a bit of the silly young man to come out of Mac which only made Margie like him that much more.

Neville couldn’t have imagined his life would been so good when he first stepped out of that prison however many days ago it might have been. He didn’t even count anymore, never even looked at his calendar. Even knowing what day it was seemed an arbitrary notion these days. Now he measured his time in moments. How many more letters Neville and Gianni would add to the word HORSE when they played with Brion. How long it would take Tyler to ask Gianni what was for dinner when they got home from work.

He never remembered smiling so much, even Brion noticed Neville’s new fun loving demeanor. They had always played but he never remembered Neville being so playful. Being an only child, his interactions with kids his own age had always been awkward. Now he spent every Sunday morning with Brion helping him work out the little guys and ladies in his program. He didn’t have much basketball insight but that didn’t much matter to them when Neville hoisted them to his shoulders to slam dunk.

Even now, as he drove his used late model Charger to surprise Brion at his day job he couldn’t stop his grin. It was one of those high maintenance personalized gyms for the wealthy in a high rise overlooking the bustling downtown with windows so high up passersby couldn’t see you sweat. Brion loved it. He told Neville he never got paid so much to do so little and it allowed him lots of downtime to meet his best friend on all his breaks. Garrett Restoration was stationed downtown for the time being redoing a condo for a friend of Tyler’s about a block away from Brion’s gym so needless to say they had been seeing a lot of each other, but in a mostly platonic way.

Not today though. Neville had made reservation at a restaurant Gianni recommended for it’s intimate atmosphere and out of the way location. Brion wasn’t exactly out and Neville didn’t mind hiding but he wanted to go somewhere that didn’t require Brion to glance around the room before they could touch. Gianni assured him that wouldn’t be an issue and Neville took his word. Brion told him when they met up for lunch that his last session would be over about six. “I’m all yours after that,” he told him and wiggled his eyebrows to which Neville rolled his eyes. He laughed and said, “But you think we can chill at my place tonight. I really don’t feel like driving all the way out to the sticks.” It really didn’t matter to Neville, he made the reservations for nine to give them both time to get cleaned up. Packing an overnight bag only added 15 minutes to the time it took him to get ready. He even had enough time to go to the barber shop. Not in prison anymore, Neville figured he could grow his hair back before he didn’t have it anymore. Now he sported a low taper, or a Brooklyn in the world of Black barber speak, and a light beard. Even he had to admit it was bursa escort more becoming than his clean shaven look. Gianni said it made him look like less of a convict, that alone made the new style a keeper.

[B home in like 30…we still gettin up]

And again Neville was grinning. Brion hadn’t come out of the building yet so he waited in his parking spot a few doors down in front of one of those boutique sneaker shops. He texted back almost immediately.

[You drove]

[Not today why?]

He brought his Charger to life when Brion set foot to payment. His eyes on his phone, Brion paused as if waiting for Neville’s response. He took a moment to ogle him a little, clad in knee length gym shorts and a nylon windbreaker with his gym bag slung across his chest. They had made tandem massaging a bit of a habit and Neville loved the feel of Brion’s muscled legs the most. His calves were like granite and even now at a distance they made his cock jump.

[Just wondering…but you should go the other way]

Brion had started to walk in the direction of the bus stop but paused when he read the text. He looked up and down the block, looking for Tyler’s beat up pick up. Neville was certain so he sent another text.

[You’re cute when you’re confused Breeze…as much as I love looking at that ass I’m gonna need you to turn around]

[Wtf Nev you trippin]

[Humor me]

Neville watched as Brion threw up his hands, looking like a crazy person to the people moving around him. But he did as asked, turning and head back the way he came, his face going quickly from perplexed to pissed until Neville tooted his horn and rolled his window down.

“Hey, I thought you might want a ride,” He called out the window as Brion almost walked past him. He glanced over, kept walking, but did a double take and back peddled

“Holy shit bruh this you,” he asked as he leaned into the window. Neville unlocked the door and Brion got in, immediately fiddled with the buttons on the dash. Neville shook his head but didn’t swat his hand away like he wanted to and pulled out onto the street. “You don’t got nothing to compensate for babyboy but this shit here is a nice look,” he said as he flipped through the satellite radio stations.

“Well seeing as its only been in my possession a week I’d rather you not bust the radio fooling around with it,” Neville scolded playfully as he hit the preset button on the steering wheel. Breeze looked at him with a smirk and raised his hands before he laced his fingers and put them in his lap. Without taking his eyes off the road, Neville reached over and patted his hands and smiled. “Good boy,” he said and Brion swatted him away, laughing. “Hey…umm… I don’t want this to be weird but I kinda wanted to do something different…”

“Don’t be mad but Gianni kinda ruined your surprise,” Brion said in a rush and Neville sucked his teeth.

“That fucker!”

“He was looking out for you,” Brion said with his hand on Neville’s thigh, slowly tracing circles with his fingertips. “He didn’t want me to be caught off guard by you wanting to go on a date…given how I’ve reacted to your surprises,” he added with a chuckle which released Neville’s clenched jaws. “I was gonna fuck with you a little but you all nervous and shit. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Got your shirt all hung up in the back. I’m a asshole but I couldn’t do that to you bruh.”

“So it’s not weird?”

“Hell no. It’s not like we never shared a meal together, Nev.”

“Yeah but it’s different now.”

“Why, ’cause we fucking,” Brion said with a chuckle, and took Neville’s hand from where it rest on the shifter, softening his crass comment as he laced their fingers together. “Just gives us more to talk about.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Not if that’s how you gonna ask,” he pouted and snatched his hand away.

Neville laughed and took Brion’s hand back, kissed his palm before he asked, “Brion Isaiah MacIntosh, would you do me the honors of allowing me to escort you out this evening?”

“Is it weird I just got butterflies a little bit,” he said and Neville furrowed his brow, thinking he was being a jerk again. But the slight blush on his high cheekbones told his truth.

“Yeah well you better be putting out then.” Neville couldn’t help it and Brion snatched his hand away again then punched him hard in the shoulder. “What like you never said it before?”

“What do you think I am? Sure I’ve thought it all the time but I never said it out loud.”

By then they were pulling up in front of Brion’s house. It was a newly remodeled two bedroom ranch not too far from his alma mater. He got it for cheap as no one really wanted to live in close proximity to frat boys but Brion didn’t mind since he wasn’t that far removed from that lifestyle himself. Not having a mortgage was a plus too but he wasn’t one to brag. His international endorsement deals from playing ball still paid him well, as did his investments. He didn’t really have to hold a job once he came back to the states, but he bursa ucuz eskort wasn’t the type of guy not to work for a living. So he lived comfortably doing what he loved.

They went inside and Brion listened to the messages on his answering machine as he sorted through his mail. Neville eased into one of the leather recliners Brion had situated in front of his 55 inch TV. His place felt more a bachelor pad than Neville’s. The Garrett/Bellomo/Sinclair house had more of family style, lived in feel with big furniture that was both comfy and functional. Brion’s house was showy like him. All his electronics were top of line, his furniture was all black leather, and his kitchen was so clean that it looked like he didn’t cook. Brion even had art on his walls. When he first saw it Neville joked that given the decor people might assume Brion the homosexual of the two of them. Brion scoffed and said, “Why cause I got taste?”

Neville was too busy surfing through the 100 or so sports channels on Brion’s television to pay any attention until he heard the refrigerator door slam. The voice of the machine registered in his memory causing his fists to clench and he sat up in his chair. Brion came out of the kitchen to rewind the message to the beginning and listened intently.

“Hey stranger…it’s me. I know you’re wondering how I got this number but I shouldn’t have to tell you that I have my ways.” Brion sucked his teeth at the deceitful giggle that came through the speakers and for some reason that relaxed Neville. “I’m in town a couple weeks and I wanted to know if you wanted to get a drink or maybe some dinner. I’ll be at the Hilton…so umm…give me a call. Or I could come by that new house of yours. I bet it’s beautiful. You always had good taste. Anyway, call me.”

Neville didn’t say anything, just watched Brion smoulder. But when he grabbed the machine and hurled it against the wall, he couldn’t stay seated and followed his best friend as he stormed into his bedroom. Of course he had second thoughts as Brion grabbed the door intent to slam it but when he saw Neville his face softened from its scowl. Neville paused at the threshold and Brion waved him in as he flopped down on his bed, burying his face in the pillows. He let out a long sustained scream that Neville couldn’t help laugh at as he sat down on the foot of the bed.

“We not even together and she still ruining my day,” he mumbled with his face still in the pillows. Not sure of the protocol in this situation, Neville did what he felt was right and ran his hand up Brion’s leg. “I mean it’s been almost two years why the fuck would she want to talk to me now?”

“Is that a real question or am I just listening to you vent,” Neville asked and Brion chuckled. He rolled over and pulled Neville down beside him. He kicked off his boots and got comfortable before he said, “I mean, knowing Soliel, I could speculate but I’d rather not say something I might regret.”

“Come on bruh, ain’t nobody pining for her. You can be honest. Just cause I’m still hurt don’t mean I want her back,” he said and Neville took a deep breath, settled onto his back with both hands behind his head.

“Well the dick in me wants to believe that she might be single again and looking for a fresh meal ticket for herself. But part of me thinks she might just be trying to make amends. I’d like to think that we’ve all done some growing up since college, I mean look at us. Aside from the sex, I’ve known you literally all my life and I don’t think I’ve ever felt as close to you as I do now. If you could give me a chance, why not her?”

Brion kissed him then, it was chaste but loving, and settled his head on Neville’s chest. “Yeah but it’s different between me and you. We were both wrong as fuck, it’s easier to forgive that. And you never tried to break us up even though in hindsight I wish you had. You deserved my forgiveness, her I’m not so sure.”

“I can see that,” Neville said as he slid his arm around Brion to rub his back. “It might do you some good to talk to her again. Whatever her intentions, it might do you some good to hear her out. Get some closure. Knowing you I’m sure once you found out he wasn’t yours, it was just over.”

“Yeah, I pulled a Neville,” he said with a chuckle and Neville ssucked his teeth. “What, I’m saying, I packed up and left while she was out. I ain’t want to give myself a chance to do something more stupid than marrying her in the first place. Aight enough of this. If I stay laid up with you any longer date night will be over before it starts,” Brion said with one last kiss before he pushed himself off Neville. “How much to fix that dent in my wall?”

“Come on Breeze don’t insult me like that,” Neville said with a frown. “I’d never take your money.”

“Who said anything about money,” Brion said with that cocky grin as he dropped his shorts and tossed them at Neville. They landed perfectly on his face and Brion thought it was hilarious until he heard Neville’s long deep breath from beneath his shorts. bursa anal yapan escort “Really bruh, you couldn’t wait until I got in the bathroom to do that. Be real with me Nev you don’t really want to go on this date do you?”

Neville laughed and pulled the shorts away to look at his watch. There wasn’t enough time for what he wanted to do to him. He could wait, but he made it easier going out and getting his shirt from the car. It wasn’t anything special, just a light green button down but it looked good against his dark skin, He left the top two buttons open and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms like Gianni suggested. “And for the love of fuck don’t tuck it in,” he’d told him and Neville promised he wouldn’t.

Just as he was about to start rummaging through the cabinets for snacks, Brion emerged from his bedroom dressed in perfectly fitted jeans, a tweed vest, a checkered shirt, and blue tie. He was putting on a dark blue bowler hat as he came down the hall, paused at the mirror to sit it on his head just right. Watching him, Neville was starting to question his resolve, especially when Brion turned to smile at him. There was nothing cocky about it, if anything there was just a little bashfulness at the way his lips curled at the corners. Even the way he smoothed his goatee seemed a little shy.

“Damn yo quit staring at me like that,” Brion said as he pushed his wallet into his back pocket. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you dressed up since prom. This is a good look for you,” he said as he patted Neville’s beard and Neville gave him a little shove. “What I’m for real. I told you a couple weeks ago it looked good, now it’s a problem?”

“Shut up Breeze,” came with a hard slap to Brion’s hard ass and he jumped a little, stumbling out of his front door.

Brion was much faster getting ready than Neville thought he might be so there was enough time for him to take a more scenic route to the restaurant. It was on the lake so instead of taking the interstate, Neville stuck to old country roads that ran through the woods. It turned out the place wasn’t too far from He-Den. ‘Maybe some other time,’ he thought to himself as he made the last turn. He was a little confused since it seemed he’d driven into a neighborhood. Brion, who had fallen asleep before they pulled off his block, choose now to wake up and comment.

“Is it me or do you hear the banjos from Deliverance,” he said with a smirk but Neville ignored him, trusting the GPS.

And it wasn’t as if the signs didn’t match up. The street was long and narrowed as they drove further down. A couple hundred feet after what looked like the last house, the paved road turned to gravel and a few minutes after that the lake was visible through the trees. The road ended at a driveway and Neville continued on until the trees opened up to reveal a beautiful house with a wrap around deck. There were tables set up on the sides and through the large bay windows a bar was clearly visible. Neville pulled up to the front and a man came down, dressed in a red vest and bowtie. They both got out of the car and Neville passed the valet his keys. Brion chuckled quietly at Neville’s face, clearly reluctant to relinquish his new toy to a stranger. The valet smiled, having noticed the face as well.

“Don’t worry sir. I won’t do anything I wouldn’t want done to my own baby. Enjoy your meal,” he said as he climbed inside and Neville watched as he drove off into the darkness.

“I don’t like that I can’t see where he’s going,” he said as he met Brion at the bottom of the stairs, and the other man laughed.

“I guess I’ll just have to distract you then,” He said with a raised eyebrow and Neville shook his head. He opened the door for them and Neville went to tell the the hostess of their arrival. The table wasn’t ready just yet and she directed them to the bar to enjoy a complimentary beverage.

“If you like,” she said with a warm smile. “The bar around back is a little less crowded. Unfortunately the game being on has everybody congregating here. Blake would you take these gentleman to the back please,” she said to a busboy as he passed. He nodded and waved for Neville and Brion to follow him back outside and around the deck. They passed a few tables, all occupied by couples and small parties of four and five, enjoying their meals as well as conversation.

Around the back of the house, the porch opened up to a much larger deck that protruded out over the water. The tables there were more spread out and covered by cabanas. The deck itself was lit by soft white light from hundreds of tiny christmas lights that criss crossed above on a lattice. It was beautiful, and the hostess was right, much more intimate. The bar itself didn’t have any stools so the guys had to lean, but there was a television playing the same game that was on in the front of the house. Brion ordered a Tom Collins and Neville had a scotch and soda. They both laughed at their choices, having both grown out of the usual hood classics of Hennessey and Remy Martin. They enjoyed their drinks mostly in silence and were eventually joined by two other couples. One straight, one lesbian, and all about the same age, and very clearly on a date. The woman took up the space closest to Neville, giggling at something. Neville wasn’t really paying them any mind until Brion tapped his elbow and whispered.

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I had spied her at the Luau, one of the younger reps among women in roles such as wife or like myself exec up the ladder. She was cocooned by the older prospects who were engaged by her beauty and not so shy as the younger newly married types.

Most of the ladies were dressed in tropical print shirts and dresses, somewhat conservative, but festive. She stood out with hip riding tight white pants and a blue and white print halter top that showed off her tan belly, arms and back. Her hair was rich brown and long presenting a sleek look.

All the women made jealous comments and I wondered if that was just covering the intrigue they felt for her. I know that she had enticed me, but my mouth was shut afraid of spilling my thoughts out.

I melded into conversation about work and home.

“No I’m divorced.” And “No kids” were easy answers that got raised eyebrows from both sexes. I could almost feel the envy of the women and could imagine the gossip of how lonely I must be. Deep down they wished they had my freedom. The men become a big more interested at these answers figuring I was more attainable and more needy than the siren. Even at 38 I had kept myself in shape being curvaceous with full breasts, rounded hips and a firm, but prominent ass. I wore a short skirt that clung to my hips a low cut print tee that swept between my breasts. I was definitely luscious in my own right.

The men were fun to talk to, but no one caused my thoughts to linger like her. As the liquor flowed I had a feeling of alcohol sadness knowing that I was not willing to settle so my alternative was going back to my room alone.

I finished my cocktail and gave a last glance to see where she was. She had paired up with a vendor for Tucson who though very married made his way into many women at these conventions, including me once. I felt sorry for her. She deserved more than he had to offer.

I said my good byes as I made my way into the elevator pushing the button to my floor. A hand stopped the doors from closing and like with the power of Hercules they were pushed apart allowing this goddess to enter.

“I’ll be right back” she cooed.

“Don’t be long. Remember I know where you are Room 1103” his voice was overwhelmingly intoxicated like the rest of him.

“That’s right. Don’t worry I will be back in a jiffy.”

The doors closed as I reached for the button for her floor. Her hand grasped mine.

“No honey, not 11. It’s really 17. I would never have given him my real number.” She smiled, as she moved never taking her hand from mine.

“You on the other hand.” which she said as she placed her other hand on my arm moving up to cradle my neck, “I would like to have join me in my room.” Her whisper faded into a sigh as our lips met bursa suriyeli escort escort in a kiss. So warm and so longing, I exploded as her tongue tunneled between my lips.

She led my hands to her round ass as she ground into me. I gripped her tightly almost feeling her flesh through the tight denim. Pulling her closer to me I could feel the heat between her legs as my hands became hungry for more.

Her kiss was electric and deep, but tender and lingering only the way a woman can do it. The bell dinged alerting us to floor 17. I was shaking with desire and basking in the warmth spreading through my body.

“Are you coming?” stepping onto the stable floor. It took me a moment in my lust to realize it was an invitation.

I followed the sway of her hips down the hall. I reached for her giving a slight tug to the bow at the bottom of her halter. With no effort the strands fluttered to each side as she turned with a smirk. I undid the bow underneath her hair as the top fell into her free hand. She unlocked the door as I reached around her body gracefully plucking the hard nipples of her pert breasts. Cupping her tits she pushed into me and moaned. We stumbled in and before the door was closed she was lifting my shirt over my head. My tits were wrapped in red lace and as she pushed herself into me I could only imagine the titillating feel of the rough lace on her smooth flesh.

Our kiss was richer this time knowing that we would have no visitors. The taste of her lips and the growing fragrance of female lust in the room irradiated deeply to my core. I leaned in to press my lips against her tawny nipple rolling it with my tongue and nibbling on it hungrily.

Slowly my teeth gripped the eraser shaped gem and I could tell the sensation of pain was stimulating her desire. I loosened up a touch and took her whole breast into my mouth sucking it like a cock. I imagined the small bit of flesh conforming to my lips with the nipple pointing down my throat.

I felt her hands quickly unhook my bra letting the straps slide off my shoulders. My breasts swayed as I lingered on her other breast. We kissed again as she cradled by lobes stumbling to the couch where she had me straddle her. This gave her perfect access to my tits as she kissed and nibbled on them in deep meditation. She understood that this wasn’t just foreplay.

I let the moment take me holding her head against my chest as I could feel an orgasm taking seed deep within me. I stroked her hair as she suckled against me.

The strands of her hair flowed between my fingers as my energy melded with her lips. My head swam with delight as I felt her fingertips pry at the sides of my panties. I was charged as her flesh bursa ucuz escort swept over my engorged labia drawing in my desirous liquid. She brought her covered fingers to my nipple sweeping around my pink flesh as if frosting a cupcake, savoring the glaze.

I took her fingers still laced with my essence and sucked them between my lips loving the taste of my excitement. She did it again this time delving into my hole taking the elixir from deep within me and savoring her own fingers. She lingered on the wet tips with her tongue broadly licking the width of each finger. She savored it like honey then kissed me to share.

I thought I would go mad as I pulled her with me to our feet. In a deep kiss I quickly undressed her. Shaved bare she resembled a teenager with a woman’s eye.

I unbuttoned my sarong as she removed my panties kneeling before me cupping her lips over my pussy. I placed one foot on the coffee table for easier access as her tongue found my pearl and made me quake.

I could see our reflection in the mirror and the sight was intoxicating. This precious young lady was eating me with a vengeance as I pulled on my nipples moaning in glory. Her patience wore thin for my orgasm as she worked my clit more forcefully and I left all inhibition aside.

“That’s right baby, oh yes, make me cum” I begged.

She encourage me “Make me you little slut, ma’am” she pleaded never letting my pussy feel any loss.

I was smitten. I ground into her “Eat it, cunt slut”. I couldn’t believe my words, but she nibbled harder pumping me with her fingers as I swayed in ecstasy. I repeated this slander and she grew more excited as I could barely stand with the wave enveloping me. Her pace slowed as her strokes became longer separating my lips cleaning me after my eruption.

We kissed, her face covered in juice, and held one another close for a moment.

I lead her to the bedroom, pulling the sheets back and crawled into bed. From the nightstand she took a makeup bag and in her hand emerged a large dildo and a harness. I kissed her again as I got on my knees.

She leaned forward inches from my lips, “Will you fuck me like a slut?” She asked already knowing the answer.

I grabbed her hair and said “yes” as I planted a lustful kiss on your lips. I felt so dominant as I put the harness on, her helping me position the dildo properly.

“How do you want me ma’am?” she asked. I turned her around bending her over to spread her legs and reveal her waiting womanhood. I couldn’t help myself and decided to penetrate her other ways before using the girl dick. I spread her lips finding her clit and dived into her with my mouth. She jumped at first and then moaned as I pinched her pearl bursa üniversiteli escort sticking my tongue deep inside her.

I licked form her clit to her ass rimming her puckered hole maker her squirm even more.

“Oh yes.” Was all she could respond. I penetrated her again this time with a finger pumping her faster. She pushed against my finger fucking me back. I took charge with a slap to her ass. She tightened around me with the spank and I knew it was turning her on as much as me.

I spanked her again twice, her ass reddening and her pussy quaking. I put the head of the dildo to her lips and slowly opened her. She was so tight and I was afraid I would hurt her, but in response she pushed back taking all 7 inches.

She whined in delight as I slowly stroked her pulling it almost all the way out and plunging in again. She couldn’t help herself and began fucking the dildo for me. I let her, holding onto her hips as she raged over the toy.

I fingered her clit with one hand driving her mad as she grunted and thrashed about. In a growl she begged me to not stop and with wild intensity I had no intention to.

She pounded hard and let out a moan that I am sure was heard by everyone on the floor. She collapsed on the bed shuddering, and catching her breath in tears.

“Oh god, thank you” she blessed me. She begged me next to her as I cradled this wonderful woman. “You are the best fuck I ever had,” she cried.

I wiped her tears and held her to me feeling matronly comforting her.

I was still excited and she seemed wild enough so I asked her “Are you my little fuck slut?”

She looked up at me, “Always” she said with a smile.

“Then I am not done with you yet.” I rolled her over “There are more holes to explore, can you take this” I had a feeling she could.

She encouraged me with a yes from her lips as her hands spread her cheeks. I grabbed the lube that was in the same case as the toy and wetted her ass inside and out. Greasing up the girl cock I hoped not to hurt her though I knew big cocks could be fun.

Slowly I penetrated her puckered hole. She moaned and I felt mightier than any man with such an extensive plaything. About 5 inches in I stopped and began the gentle stroking.

“Oh yes, “ was her mantra as I violated her. “More” was her desirous call. I took the dildo out and flipped her over making her hold her legs up. I inserted it again this time leaning into her with a kiss as she took the entire length.

Deeply I fucked her ass, as she resembled a virgin waif even more turned slut just for me. One hand played rough with her clit as she tensed letting the orgasm well up inside her.

“Cum for me my sweet,” I whispered, her opulent pearl growing under my touch. “Cum for me my precious slut”.

She winced as I stroked faster and growled again with the release of her ecstasy. Knowing that her clit would be extremely sensitive I gently kissed it as I exited her ass with small gentle strokes.

She dropped her legs and begged me to her; I laid on top of her in a clutching embrace. We drifted off to slumber with exhaustion.

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This started out as a request from the one and only Busty Jessica and took on a life of it’s own:

Sunlight exploded like a terawatt flashlight on Smugglers Cove. It was one of those amazing afternoons that made you glad you were alive, living on the coast. A few sailboats traced sparkly paths across the bay, lucky folks who’d started the weekend early, taking advantage of the late summer warmth. She imagined herself on board one of those forty-footers; the wind in her hair and the chill, salt spray stiffening her nipples as the sails fluffed full overhead. Altogether: just one amazing day. Nothing resembling the teleconference she was in right now, twenty stories above the harbor, dealing with the endless challenges of her job.

“I can’t help that our supplier didn’t order enough Sodium Peroxide to mix this next batch, but I’m working on finding some locally to augment what we will receive.” The speaker phone didn’t complement Aurora Hensley’s husky voice, “We’re confident that we’ll produce enough product to meet our obligations. I’ve already forwarded a shipping schedule.” A tracking slip appeared on the conference room’s screen. Jessica reluctantly shifted her gaze in that direction to view the information. She made a mental note to sit on the opposite side of the table during the next meeting to avoid the distraction that the floor to ceiling window walls presented. The sunlight playing on the waves was just too damned sweet. Sweet Jesus, it’d been a long frickin’ week! She needed a drink or three. The meeting reached a conclusion with a half-dozen action items assigned to her – what the hell, at least they’d get done! She loved her job and the business that she’d started but jeez it took a toll on her and she needed pay the toll. She wondered what was shakin’ with Mona but first things first: a coupla drinks, yeah!

After depositing her laptop at her desk, Jessica decided to head down to Moon Dogs’, a bar in the Smugglers Cove Marina next to her office building complex. She’d been there for lunches and an occasional drink after work with Marsha and Dave, her business partners, but never alone or a Friday afternoon.

‘Fridays’, as the sign on the door declared, were for ‘gittin’ yer freak on!’ Quite a few folks were doing just that, drinking, dancing, and carrying on in general. The weekly party was on ‘like a pot’o’neckbones!’ as DJ Maxxlippz declared when she walked in the door. Moon Dogs’ attracted quite a mixed bag of clientele: office workers from the downtown area, boat owners using the marina, and locals who lived in the bayside condos nearby. Jessica took a seat at the bar with a good view of the dance floor, which was quite crowded despite the early hour – 4:20. She ordered a Cosmo and checked out the action . It was a noisy and wild dive, especially a group of hotties at a table next to the dance floor. They were definitely on a mission to party! They mostly danced with each other but did shake it with some men who asked. They worked it hoochie-style on the floor and at their table, bumpin’, humpin’, and grindin’ away at themselves and anyone else who got too close.

“Off the hook, for sure.” Jessica thought to herself as she texted “Wassup?” to Mona, a divorcee she was seeing after she dumped that punkass Jared. She was really looking forward to seeing Mona this holiday weekend: last weekend Mona’d had her kids so she’d seen her at lunch on Saturday but Mona wasn’t comfortable having any overnight lovers if her kids were with her. That was a rule that she and her ex agreed on when they separated and Mona respected it even though John, the ex, had already moved his girlfriend in with him.

Hooking up Mona had been really good for both of them: Mona had never explored her bi-curiousity and Jessica was more than happy to help her – after that crap with Jared she wasn’t very anxious to be with a man. She missed sex with a man (or men!) and craved cock but right now wasn’t the time. She was way too pissed off at herself mostly and needed to get past the aggravation. It was nice to hook up with Mona for now, and just enjoy some girl on girl action. Mona was a cute, slender, blonde with a nice pair not nearly as big and full as Jessica’s bursa bayan eskort but a real treat to nibble and suck on. Jessica loved those perky little nips and enjoyed caressing them and fingering her until Mona shuddered and hollered her name. She was really looking forward to seeing her soon. This had been: ONE! LONG! FUCKEN! WEEK! She needed to cut loose on Mona’s tongue later. She shivered thinking about that gal’s tongue. She sure liked to lick clit. Hard to believe that she’d never eaten pussy till a month ago. Mona’s bi-side had gone into warp drive and she was as enthusiastic as she was sexy. Jessica was glad she’d taken a chance on the girl. Mona was ready for some hot times as well so it was great fun to be with her. Some mutual face fucking tonight was gonna be so awesome!

She took another sip of the martini and watched the antics of those wild gals on the dance floor: they were kickin’ it like a pack of wild dogs but she could see that they were also looking the place over and picking different women to join them. Some women did, others politely declined. One old gal who was obviously one of the boat owners in the marina hooked up with them on the dance floor. She was older, but very fit and workin’ it like a hoe with the rest of them in no time! Her man started to join them but she made him sit next to the dance floor and watch as she worked it with two of the girls from that wild table.

Jessica was daydreaming about Mona’s tongue teasing and tasting her clit during the upcoming weekend when she realized that one of the women from the ‘unhooked table’ was giving her some serious ‘eye’. She wore skintight Capri’s with a sheer top that accentuated a pair of ripe brown tits that jiggled and bounced in hip-hop time. As soon as she caught Jessica’s attention the black girl licked her thick lips with a bright pink tongue. Jessica felt a jolt of recognition shoot from her brainstem to her clit! That wild bitch was giving her the ‘I wanna fuck ya hard’n’good’ look!! She looked away from those mesmerizing eyes. Whew! That was one hot, wild, bitch! A couple of the other women at the table were watching the black girl’s antics as she shimmied, shook, and skanked it up on the dance floor. That was some major league booty she was working out there! Jessica wondered what making out with her would be like?

DJ Maxalicious was hollerin’ encouragement to the hip-hop beat and the raucous crowd that had taken over the bar. Pandemonium was in control as the other dancers, inspired by those crazy hoes and the pulse of the music, lost their inhibitions and joined in the wanton display.

Jessica wondered if Mona would meet her here? This could be the start of a great weekend with each other. She wanted to get out there and work it hoochie-style with the rest of these wack, off-the-hook bitches! One of the wilder ones, a beautiful black girl with great rack, tiny waist and a fine, round ass was giving Jessica THAT look. She had her hands behind her head as she popped her tits up and down in time to the beat. She turned around, spoke to the DJ and pointed at Jessica. The DJ glanced at Jessica and nodded at what the black girl was saying. Still dancing, she turned around and faced in Jessica’s direction. She gestured to Jessica to join her. Jessica looked around but the bartender said “She ain’t got nobody but you in her sights, girl.” It was true, that gaze was just for her. There was really wasn’t any choice, besides what was the harm in some getting some action on the dance floor? Jessica gave her a smile and a ‘Let’s see whatcha got’ look, tossed back the rest of her drink, handed her purse to the bartender and danced her way over to meet the black girl in the middle of the dance floor. What the hell?

She warmed up with some freestyle, then some uprock, grinding sensuously to the beat, before making contact with the other girl’s leg. She rubbed her butt on the black woman’s thigh while the black woman ran her hands over Jessica’s back and thighs. A blonde joined them humping on the black woman’s other leg and teasing Jessica’s tits. Jessica wondered how this could get any crazier than this black girl doing bursa evi olan escort a reverse ‘oreo’ – white/black/white -with the blonde and herself? Then, as if he’d read Jessica’s mind, The sound of screeching tires and a car crash came over the speakers. DJ MaxxLippz shouted:

“RUMPSHAKER!!! RUUUUMP_SHAKAH!!!! OH YEAH! IT’S TIME TO SHAKE! HUMP! AN’ BUMP DEM RUMPS! RUMPSHAKER TIME! LINE ‘EM UP, BUST IT LOOSE!”

The women formed a line facing the rest of the club cheered on by everyone in the place which had gotten quite full, not to mention rowdy, since Jessica had come in. There were at least eight or nine women of all ages and races doing the ‘Rumpshaker’. This was past wild – this was sick! Jessica loved it! Then the black girl started dancing along the line of rumpshakers to rub or smack those jiggling rumps! This shit was making Jessica’s nips as hard as Chinese arithmetic! That gal knew just how hard to smack her ass! She wanted some more!

DJ MaxxLippz boomed out some directions: “TO THE RIGHT, SHAKE DAT RUMP! TO THE LEFT, SHAKE DAT RUMP! REAL LOW, SHAKE DEM RUMP! SKANKIN’ IT, SHAKE IT NASTEEE!! WHACHA GOT TO SAY??” He held out the microphone to the crowd who chanted: “SHAKE DEM RUMP! SHAKE DEM RUMP!!” And they did shake those rumps, wagging those asses for all they were worth! The black girl danced back and forth along that line of fine jiggling flesh to stroke, smack, pinch and sometimes bite a rump! When the song ended, she had Jessica’s skirt pulled up to bite, lick, and kiss on that shapely ass! A few of the other women paired off to do some skanky moves of their own. The blonde had resumed stroking Jessica’s tits and pinching her nipples. This was way TOO FUCKEN CRAZY! She needed a break before she surrendered to the attentions of these two beautiful women and let them fuck her right here on the dance floor. How crazy could it get? Obviously, it could and did get way too fucken crazy.

Fortunately, for her, the throb of ‘Rumpshaker’ came to the end. DJ MaxxLippz told everyone to “Give Dem Rumps a rest.” A slow song followed and all at once she was slow dancing with the black woman.

“Dorita.” Her lips brushed Jessica’s ear. “You smell as good as you move.” She nuzzled Jessica’s neck. She smelled amazing to Jessica: a rich blend of her perfume and sweat. Jessica inhaled the other woman’s scent deeply and replied: “You too. Mmmmmm.”

Dorita chuckled and hugged Jessica a little tighter. They swayed together to the soft rhythms moving gently against the other. Jessica was ready for some action and soon. She thought about Mona and wondered if she’d texted back? It was still sort of early and Mona probably had stuff to do. She wasn’t gonna trip off of that right now, she was cutting loose from a long freakin’ week of work, she needed to relax. Mona would catch up to her. Right now she was savoring being with this dark beauty. Holding her close was intoxicating. This was good and getting better, oh yeah!

When the song ended, Dorita led her back to the table and introduced Jessica to Astrid, Janelle, Eva, and Song. Astrid was the tall, curvy blonde who been pinching Jessica’s nipples on the dance floor. Janelle was a brunette with green eyes and a great smile. Eva was a sultry, well-stacked Hispanic girl. She winked when introduced. Song was Asian and petite. All of these women were beautiful. Really beautiful, not just cute or pretty but beautiful and well maintained. Great hair, nails, and clothes. Each and every one was a hottie. She wondered if they were models or actresses. Maybe they were a pack of ‘desperate’ trophy wives. They all knew each other and were very comfortable with themselves. Whoever and whatever they all were, they were getting a freak on – skank style!

Eva and Janelle looked vaguely familiar, she was sure that she’d seen them somewhere. The volume of the music had gone up again. Janelle, Song, and Astrid exchanged glances and headed back out onto the floor, shakin’ it all the way!

Dorita had an arm around Eva and was stroking Jessica’s lower back and butt as they watched the other women show off on the floor. Dorita threw her head back bursa rus escort laughing at something Eva said to her. The waitress brought Jessica’s purse and took a drink order. Eva gave the waitress’s tit a playful pat when she ordered another pitcher of Purple Margaritas – a specialty of the house. The waitress smirked at Eva’s lewd gesture. She was obviously acquainted with this bunch of hoochies. Dorita’s fingernail, meanwhile, traced a path up and down the crack of Jessica’s ass, teasing her spincter.

Jessica hadn’t cooled down at all and was getting hornier than before. She checked her phone and there was a text from Mona telling her that John, the ex, had dumped the kids on her at the last minute, he and his sweetie were headed to a romantic getaway this weekend. Mona was sorry, but maybe they could get together later this weekend? Maybe she could let them stay with the ex’s parents? She was going to get back to Jessica, but for now she was so sorry. Mona had been looking forward to some quality time with Jessica too.

Jessica’s disappointment at the bad news was tempered by Dorita’s finger exploiting her bunghole. It was getting fairly plain that Jessica was going to get it on with one or another of these crazy bitches. Maybe two at once, that did seem possible. She was sort of glad that Mona’s ex had pulled another fast one, this afternoon was shaping up to be quite an experience! Yes, things were going quite nicely with one hotties finger in her ass and another smirking about it. Eva was giving her the eye from time to time, checking out the rear action as she did so. Dorita had her hand down the back of Eva’s spandex, likely she was fingering Eva’s butt crack with her left hand while she teased Jessica’s with the right! Eva caressed Dorita’s ample rump and gazed at Jessica with an expression of open lust.

The attention these hot bitches were giving her was making her amazingly hot. She was going to have to fuck or be fucked sometime soon – right now would work but she’d just met these gals and wasn’t sure just how this was going to play out. Dorita fingering her bunghole was a good indication that they were headed in the right direction but Jessica didn’t want to risk not being included in any activities later. She wanted Dorita or Eva or Song or Janelle or Astrid for that all she cared to make out with and get it on with. This was a party and more that she’d joined. She hoped. Goddamnit, she was hot’n’wet already! She needed some bad!

“Let’s dance.” She said to Dorita. Dorita smiled and kissed her with those full, tasty lips. Her tongue touched Jessica’s then she broke off and nuzzled Eva’s neck. Eva was pinching her own left nipple, reveling in Dorita’s caress. Dorita removed her finger from Jessica’s butt crack, turned to Jessica and said, “Sounds good”. She stroked Eva’s cheek with that fingernail that had just been teasing Jessica’s ass. Eva licked it as it passed over her lips. She never took her eyes from Jessica’s.

She led Jessica out onto the dance floor, gesturing to DJ MaxxLippz on the way. She began to bump and grind on Jessica right away. Jessica responded enthusiastically, putting her hands behind her head, locking eyes, and grinding her groin against Dorita’s to the beat. This sent jolts of pure heat through her body! Every cell of her body was screaming: “I’m HAWT!” Her nipples had swelled to painful stiffness and her mouth was dry. The combination of this skanky display and the sensation of Dorita’s pubic bone stroking her own was sending Jessica to heaven! Dorita was staring at her with an expression of pure lust. She moved in on the brown girl and rubbed her nipples against hers. She was gonna lose control. Maybe she already had. She didn’t care; this whole scene was going in the right direction. That look on Dorita’s face left little doubt where this was going to end up.

The hot beat faded away to the start of a ballad. Dorita took Jessica in her arms and began to sway slowly, sensuously, to the rhythm. The heat coming off her was amazing. Jessica inhaled the other woman’s scent and savored the magic of Dorita’s lush body. This was fantastic! She closed her eyes, put her head back and offered her mouth to Dorita who kissed her deeply. The taste of those lips inspired another level of pleasure. Dorita was caressing Jessica’s butt. Jessica returned the favor, admiring the firm, ripe flesh she squeezed. This skanky bitch was DA BOMB! Jessica hoped to be close by when she exploded!

This and other adventures of one Busty Jessica will be continued…

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By the Time I Got to Woodstock

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Amateur

The story involves the adventures of a young man during the summer of 1971. What started out as a road trip by two friends to celebrate being liberated from high school, ended up to be a solo journey by Peter Alland. It was a journey that didn’t take him very far in distance at all, but ended up expanding his horizons in many other ways.

There are three main characters, two males and one female. Please take note of the category of the story.

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Chapter One: I knew it.

“You should come back home with me,” Kenny said as he lingered for what seemed like forever around the open door of the bus, while the other passengers boarded the Greyhound bus bound for Albany, New York. Albany was home, or as close to home as public transportation would permit from here in Rutland, Vermont.

“No,” I said, biting my tongue and hoping that he would get on the frigging bus before I told him what I really thought about him. “You run home. I’m going to keep going.”

“We could try this again next year,” Kenny said, posing with his foot on the bottom step of the bus while the exhaust fumes filled the air around us. “We could plan better next time.”

“See ya,” I said, waving at him while the bus driver revved the engine, and with that Kenny hopped up the stairs while I turned and headed away.

I knew if I turned around Kenny would be there waving at me, but that was so melodramatic that I couldn’t take it. Besides, I was so pissed off at him that I didn’t want to look at him at that moment, nor at any moment in the foreseeable future either.

I was pissed at myself too, because I knew – absolutely KNEW that this was the way it was going to happen, even before we set off on this adventure, yet I let myself me fooled into thinking that this time it would be different. Maybe Kenny wouldn’t back out, or end up making up some lame-ass excuse about why he couldn’t go, like he had done with every other plan or scheme we had cooked up over the years.

“Just like Easy Rider!” Kenny insisted when we hatched this grand idea months before graduation. “We’re going to go looking for America like Fonda and Hopper.”

I went along, not even reminding Kenny that while it might have been fun for Peter and Dennis in the beginning, it really didn’t end up all that well for them. In the end, I knew Kenny would chicken out, so what difference did it make?

So we decided that right after we graduated high school, we would spend the summer traveling around the country with little more than the clothes on our backs and backpacks filled with the odd necessities.

Funny thing was that Kenny didn’t back out like I thought he would, and the closer we got to doing it, the more fired up I got about it. It was a great idea. College was still a couple of months away, and what better way to spend our last summer before the real world closed in around us?

Where would we go? That would be the beauty of this grand plan. We would let fate decide the direction, and simply let chance dictate where we ended up. I was hoping for West and Kenny was pulling for South, but any place besides the Capital District of New York State was fine by us.

What was out there? Girls, and lots of them. Sure, there were girls around us at home, but we knew them and unfortunately, at least in my case, they knew me too. Out there, we would be new people with new identities. They wouldn’t know how lame we were, or at least how hopeless I was.

Music? Surely there had to be a bunch of free concerts all over the place. They had them in San Francisco all the time, and while there was no way we would make it across the country and back in 2 months, we were sure that we would find a lot of places just as cool as that even if we never got west of the Mississippi.

So it was on that pleasant morning in late June 1971 that we stood just up the ramp from the tollbooths of the New York State Thruway Exit 24, with backpacks as full as our hopes and Kenny with his cardboard sign that read simply AMERICA.

“Cool people will get it,” Kenny insisted when I questioned whether people would think that two long haired kids holding a sign like that might be a little weird.

Two hours later, I was looking like a prophet. Thousands of motorists passed us, and while many were amused and a few flashed us the bird, apparently none of them were cool. The State Police weren’t cool either, but at least they didn’t arrest us, but simply made us pretend to stop hitchhiking until they left to write tickets to people who could afford to pay them.

Spirits were sinking fast when a miracle happened. Some old guy in a beat-up pickup truck pulled over, and before he could change his mind, we jumped in the passenger side of the cab.

“Where the hell you boys going?” the old coot said as he eyeballed us.

“Same direction you are sir,” Kenny said.

“Your sign says America,” he snorted. “This is America. Where the hell you from?”

“Uh, Canada,” I said fast in what I thought might escort bayan be a bit of a French accent, before Kenny had a chance to tell him that we were from about 3 miles east of here. “We are sightseeing in your country and we love America very much and want to see it all.”

“Best damn country in the world!” he said proudly, and headed down towards the toll booths. “Guess you fellas are headed east then, but I ain’t going far. Just over the Massachusetts border.”

“That’s great!” I said, and although east wasn’t even in my top three of preferred directions, anything was better than standing on the shoulder of the road all day.

**

Chapter Two: That was then.

That was a week ago. Seven days of waiting for rides that never materialized and six and a half days of listening to my friend Kenny whine. I loved the guy, but he has a knack of getting on my nerves when things aren’t going well.

Frankly, if he hadn’t been complaining, I probably would have been doing a lot of it myself. Instead, I tried to be the upbeat one; the guy who was going to take the lemons we had been dealt and make lemonade with them. That was the role I assumed for the bulk of our seven day journey together.

And what a journey it was! We probably traveled about 500 miles in that week, making a bizarre serpentine trip throughout Massachusetts and Vermont. Beautiful country to be sure, but we wanted to see the whole country, and instead we just got a series of little rides that meandered all over the map.

We were so happy to get picked up by people that we gladly accepted any ride we could, no matter where the person was headed, figuring it had to be better than standing still. Usually, that wasn’t the case, so when Kenny declared that he was finished and wanted to go home, I couldn’t really blame him all that much despite using his decision as an excuse to vent my frustration at him.

In a week we managed to make it to Rutland, Vermont, which was barely 100 miles from our initial departure point. We hadn’t slept in a bed since the first night on the road, when we spent money we couldn’t afford on a cheap motel room in Lee, Massachusetts just because it sprinkled a little.

Now Kenny was on the bus going home, and I was going onward, determined not to give up. I was going to have a great time and never let him live down the fact that he had deserted me and missed out on it all, so as the bus went one way, I went the other. It was 7 in the morning, and I was determined to have a summer that I would never forget as well as one that Kenny would spend his life regretting having missed out on, so with a bounce in my step I hit the road again, thumb out and hopes high.

By two in the afternoon my thumb was still out but my high hopes had disappeared somewhere back on the road. The humidity was oppressive and the sun was relentless, making the road surface feel mushy in some places. The sweat poured down my face, burning my eyes much like the asphalt was scorching my feet, and the heat was rising up in waves from the roadway as I began to stagger a bit from the effects of everything hitting me at the same time. What I wouldn’t give for a little rain shower.

***

Chapter Three: Welcome to Woodstock.

Woodstock, Vermont, that is. That was what the sign I passed earlier had said, but that was a while ago, back when there was light enough to see. Then again, it was now raining so hard that even if it was daylight, visibility would still have been nil. It wasn’t just raining either, it was raining sideways. Thunder was rolling and lightning was cracking and I was walking with my thumb out for some reason.

“I asked for this fucking rain!” I cackled to the trees that lined the roadway, not caring that to any prospective rides going by, I looked like a raving lunatic. “What a freaking idiot I am!”

Who in their right mind would pick up a drowned rat like me on a night like this, even if they could have seen me in the dark? I didn’t even know there WAS a Woodstock, Vermont, for crying out loud! Why couldn’t I be in the real Woodstock? It probably wasn’t raining there. Everybody was sitting around playing flutes and making love there, while I was walking through a monsoon in hell with soggy shoes and musty underwear that I had been wearing so long they felt fused to my nuts.

Those was the sort of things I was saying aloud as I walked down Route 4 in the rain. Saying it? I was screaming it. I was cursing out everybody from Kenny to the entire state of Vermont. What difference did it make? Nobody could hear me. I was alone in a howling storm straight out of a horror movie.

So when I saw the faint sign of a diner down the road, I started jogging toward it. Just the thought of a cup of coffee sped me up, and even though I was embarrassed by what I looked like, I didn’t care.

My dripping entrance was not greeted by much enthusiasm by the waitress, but thankfully there weren’t many other people there to be offended by my look görükle escort or odor, both of which were a testimony to what happens as a result of seven days on the road.

I set a couple of soggy ones on the counter and ordered a cup of coffee and a donut from the skeptical hostess, and after wolfing them both down, ordered a refill and headed to the bathroom.

The sight that greeted me in there took me by surprise. The guy in the mirror looked like shit. I had the appearance of a deranged escapee from a mental hospital; hair every which way and looking like somebody who belonged in a straight jacket. Hell, after seven days I almost looked like I needed to shave! No wonder everybody gave me a wide berth when they saw me. I was beyond grubby looking.

I got myself together as best I could, combing my hair and washing my face and hands, so when I looked back into the mirror I wasn’t quite as revolting as I was before. Still, what difference did that make? I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Tears started pouring out of my eyes as I realized I had hit rock bottom. This Summer of Love was an unmitigated disaster.

I knew what I was going to do. Survive the night somehow and go back to Rutland and catch the bus back home. Even crawling back home with my tail between my legs was better than this. Nothing could be worse than taking a sink bath in a diner out in the middle of nowhere.

Then I left the men’s room and went back into the dining area.

***

Chapter Four: Peter!

Business in the diner had picked up since I had gone into the bathroom, that much was obvious. Two policemen were in the diner, chatting with the waitress who tried to nod in my direction without making it obvious, failing miserably in the process.

The two cops were standing around my seat, where my donut and coffee sat waiting for my return. I nodded to everybody and slid into my seat, hoping to at least finish my donut before I got hassled, but that wasn’t to be.

Identification was asked for, and I fished out my license from a soggy wallet, and handed it over to the taller cop while the one that was about my height gave me the once over.

“What brings you here, Peter?” tall cop asked.

“My feet,” I said, gesturing to my wet attire, and mentally kicked myself for being unable to resist being a wise-ass. “Just making my way to Rutland. Gonna catch the bus back home.”

“You got money for the bus?” the shorter cop wanted to know. “You don’t look too prosperous.”

“Well, I already paid for my food,” I said, giving a look to the waitress who nodded curtly, and then started fishing money out of all of the nooks and crannies I had tucked cash away in.

Piling the little pile of loot on the counter, I took off my boot and pulled out the twenty that was tucked into my sock, making a grand total of $44.91.

“The bus fare is $4.55,” I told them, remembering how much Kenny had paid for his ticket. “So I guess I have more than enough.”

The cops looked at me up and down again, thanked me for my cooperation without even a hint of sincerity, and went out the door. I set down my false front of braveness and slumped back into my seat. What I had to be happy about, I didn’t know. I was still miles from nowhere, but at least I wasn’t going to jail.

“Sorry I stunk up your diner,” I told the waitress, who wouldn’t look me in the eye. “I don’t know what I did to deserve having you sic the police on me, but you have a good evening anyway.”

Leaving too generous a tip, I walked out of the diner and back into the night, which had gotten cooler. The torrential rain had let up to just a steady drizzle, but now I was faced with a dilemma. Where to spend the night? It was only around 9 in the evening, which meant I had another 10 hours or so to kill, not to mention who knows how many miles to walk.

“Over here,” a female voice called out, and at the end of the parking lot I saw a VW van that was some sickly faded shade of orange.

I went over to the idling van, where a woman was behind the wheel with a man riding shotgun. They had been in a booth inside the diner when my little drama went down, and when I got to the woman’s side I saw the embers of a cigarette light up the guy’s face, although the aroma coming from inside the van left no doubt as to what was being smoked.

“You look like you could use a friend,” the woman said. “Get in the back.”

I hesitated for a second, not knowing what this was all about.

“If you’re really going to Rutland, we’ll take you, but I don’t think you want to walk,” the woman said.

“Okay, thanks,” I said, climbing into the back.

“Get down low for a little way,” the man said as the woman drove down the road. “Yeah! I knew it. There they are!”

Peeking out of the curtained window, I saw the police car hidden around the curve about a 1/4 mile from the diner.

“Andy and Barney!” the woman said as we drove past them. “You can bursa elit escort get up now.”

“What was that?” I asked. “What were they going to do?”

“Probably nothing,” the man said, handing me the joint he had been smoking. “Likely they were just going to make sure you left, although more than one kid has gotten a lesson in rural justice around here. This area is cooler than most, but it isn’t ever a good idea to be a wise guy when you’re a long hair in a strange place.”

“I realized that after I opened my mouth,” I said, inhaling deeply and passing it back up front. “Been having a bad day.”

“I’m Roger,” the man said before nodding at the driver. “The lovely lady here is my old lady Grace.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Peter.”

“Were you really going to Rutland?” grace asked.

“I guess so,” I said. “Not too smart for me to stick around here.”

“That depends,” Roger said. “You want to crash with us for the night?”

The decision was a no-brainer, so when I eagerly accepted, Grace made a hard left, sending me skidding across the back seat while they cackled loudly.

“Hang on Peter,” Roger quipped. “Grace likes company, and we haven’t had any in a while.”

****

Chapter Five: Welcome to Big (not Quite) Pink.

After a 45 second journey on the bumpiest road on the planet, Grace made another quick turn and careened up a long narrow driveway before slamming on the brakes and killing the engine.

“Home sweet home Peter!” Roger announced, and we all piled out of the van into the drizzle and darkness, having arrived at their place.

“Welcome to Big Not Quite Pink,” Grace declared as we went up the steps of a rickety porch, and I got the reference to the place where The Band recorded their first album.

“Looks like heaven to me,” I told them, and when you’ve been sleeping under trees and beneath overpasses for awhile, even a rather dilapidated beige house with a bunch of junk on the porch looks pretty good.

Inside the house, the place was cluttered but clean, and after I followed them into the kitchen, I got my first real good look at my benefactors.

Roger had the look of a college professor, or what I imagined them all to look like. A bit taller than my 5’9″, he was probably in his 50’s, although I was never good at guessing ages. He had wire-rimmed glasses, curly brown hair streaked with grey that was the same shoulder length as mine, along with a moustache and goatee that gave him a distinguished look even in this rather primitive setting.

The first thing Roger did was to go over to the stereo and put the needle on an album, and although they had a bunch of LP’s, the one that was on the turntable was one that would play almost non-stop. Although I had never paid much attention to the Grateful Dead before, I got to memorize the endlessly playing album Workingman’s Dead, which only left the turntable when Anthem of the Sun took its place.

Roger’s wife Grace seemed a little younger than him, and had incredibly long reddish brown hair that flowed halfway down her back. She wore a shapeless granny dress that hid most of her from neck to ankles, but she seemed to have a nice enough body from what I could tell, and whenever she moved she seemed to float around with the rhythm of the music.

“I really appreciate this,” I told them as Roger fired up yet another joint and passed it to me.

My head was already spinning before this, because while I was not a stranger to weed, it wasn’t something I did very often. Smoking on the way to the house, combined with my overwhelming fatigue, was making me slap-happy as well as a bit emotional, and when I started telling them about how I had ended up here, I found myself tearing up.

“Sounds like a cool idea,” Roger said generously of my ill-fated journey. “Someday you’ll look back on this and be glad you made the effort.”

“Peter sounds tired and stoned,” Grace said, putting her arm around my shoulder. “Betcha you would love a nice bath and a soft bed.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m kinda nasty.”

“Follow me,” Grace said, and as she walked me down the hall to the bathroom, I followed close behind, enthralled with the way her long hair flowed as she moved.

The bathroom was a bit different than the ones I was used to, in that it didn’t have a door, which I found odd, and the aged porcelain fixtures were so dated that looked like they should be in a museum or something. No shower, which I would have loved, but instead a big white tub with long metal legs. At least there was running water, I noted while watching Grace spin the knobs until the temperature got right, and after she got the water flowing she turned to me.

“Let’s get this stuff off of you,” Grace said as she calmly reached down and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt. “The stuff in your bag is probably dirty too, right?”

“Uh – yeah,” I said, so shocked that Grace was undressing me that it took me a second to figure out that I should raise my arms to help her her get my shirt off.

“Well, we’ve got a clothes washer, so we’ll get your stuff all clean for you,” Grace said, steadying me as I started to lose my balance. “You okay, baby? Never smoked before?”

“No, that’s not it,” I replied. “It’s just that I’m tired and all.”

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April’s Mother Sherry

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This is a stand-alone story that includes some of the characters I introduced in ‘April and the Old Fool’, my April Fool’s Day Contest entry. Many of the comments I received from my readers inferred that my original story was lacking and incomplete. After rereading the original, I agree with you, my readers, so here, as they say, is ‘The Rest of the Story’.

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My name is Sherry Thomas, and I grew up Pekin Illinois. My father had worked for the C&IM Railroad since he graduated high school, but also made extra money renting houses he had bought over the years, to construction workers, transients, and the less affluent people in town. We lived well, I had a pleasant childhood, and never wanted for anything.

I was a bit of a tomboy, and never really cared much about boys until I was thirteen, when I started to have ‘feelings’ for Fred, an electrician who worked for a contractor on the local power plant, who rented a room in one of the houses my father owned. He was much younger than my father, tall, good looking, and was always very kind to me. I followed him around when he wasn’t at work, and whenever he talked to me, I felt ‘funny’ ‘down there’. When I asked my mother why I was feeling that way, she said it was ‘puppy love’.

Fred left four months later when the project ended, but I never forgot this man who was fifteen years older than me, married, and had two little girls of his own, or the ‘feelings’ he had awakened in me.

Very soon after Fred left, my mother started explaining ‘the facts of life’ to me. She was very frank in her descriptions of how my body worked, and why I was experiencing all these physical and emotional changes. We would both undress in her bedroom, and she would let me touch her breasts and look closely at her vagina. She would hold it open and explain how babies were made. She told me how they came out of the same place in a woman’s body that the man had inserted his penis and deposited his seed into the womb. She explained why my body was changing and told me it would eventually look much like hers. She was preparing me for the day I would ‘become a woman’.

During this time, I learned that my family had different views about sex than most, because we belonged to the Apostolic Disciples of Christ Church, a small obscure independent sect of Christianity that had been formed by a group of farmers in western Pennsylvania in the early 1930’s. They shunned the evil influences of the outside world, felt that theirs was the only way to Heaven, and only they could protect their young from the evils of the outside world. Their views were somewhat similar to the Apostolic Christians in many ways, with one major exception. They believed that all young women were to remain virgins until they reached the age of eighteen, and then it was a father’s duty to relieve his daughter(s) of her(their) virginity.

In most cases (as was with me) this happened when the young woman is invited to her parent’s marriage bed on or soon after her eighteenth birthday. Her mother would start by undressing the young woman, and then ‘comfort’ her daughter while her husband ‘did the deed’. In my case, I found the ‘ceremony’ to be romantic as well as religious. I loved my father and mother and felt this ‘special bond’ made us closer as a family.

My eighteenth birthday, June 1, fell on a Friday that year, so that evening when I walked into my parents’ bedroom, they had already undressed, and were completely nude. I looked at my father and watched as his penis started to get larger and rise from hanging between his legs to standing straight up, as my mother undressed me. I started to get that ‘tingly’ feeling inside of me when my father walked over and embraced me, saying, “You are so beautiful, my child.”

My mother took to me to their bed and had me lie between her legs with my head resting on her lap. When she started fondling my little breasts, I started to feel very warm, and my little vagina started tingling and getting very wet. My father climbed onto the bed, got between my legs, and started to rub the head of his big, hard penis against my lower lips.

When he did that, it made me even wetter and even more ‘tingly’ down there. Next my mother reached down and held my legs and lower lips open. My father then started to push his penis into me. I felt myself being stretched open, and at first it didn’t hurt. It felt wonderful, and the tingling inside of me got even stronger, causing me to moan. He stopped when he felt my barrier and waited until I relaxed around his erect manhood.

When I heard my mother say, “She’s ready,” my father pushed further into my vagina. I felt a sharp pain when he pushed past my hymen, and when I screamed, my mother held me tightly and kissed my forehead. My father kept pushing, and as quickly as the pain started, it went away and was replaced with pleasure unlike any I had experienced before.

When I felt him all the way inside my no longer virginal vagina, I felt warm and bursa escort bayan loved and moaned, “Oh Daddy, that feels so good!”

He kissed me gently on my lips, and started stroking out and in, and the more times he did it, the better I felt. My mother had told me I probably wouldn’t enjoy it the first time, but the more Daddy shoved his big, hard penis into my little vagina, the more I liked it. It felt so good that soon I started to shake, and I felt the muscles in my vagina start to clamp down on my Daddy’s penis. Then, I heard my Daddy moan and I felt him squirting his seed inside of me.

I don’t remember much of what happened next because I lost control of my body and passed out. When I woke up, I was laying between my mother and father with them holding me and telling me how much I was loved. When I could finally talk, I asked, “Daddy, that was wonderful. Will it always be like that?”

He smiled and said, “My darling daughter, I have never seen anything like what just happened to you. I can’t promise it will always feel this good, but if this does happen to you again, the man who makes you feel this way will probably be your true love.” I would remember my father’s words and judge every man who I slept with from then on by what he had told me. I would be disappointed many times, but always hoped to someday find ‘the one’.

Two years later I was ‘swept off my feet’ by a sweet talking, well dressed stranger named Franklin Berry. He was a medical equipment salesman from Elgin who sold items to the hospital where I worked as a student nurse. He knew exactly what to say and soon had me in bed at his motel room in East Peoria. The first time we fucked (his word, not mine), it was enjoyable, but not anywhere nearly as good as the times I had ‘made love’ with my daddy.

Yes, after that first night, daddy and I had been ‘intimate’ many more times, sometimes with my mother and sometimes not. Although every time was not the mind-altering experience our first one was, Daddy always gave me an orgasm. Franklin’s ‘cock’ (also his word not mine) was not as big or hard as Daddy’s, and he seldom made me orgasm.

When I asked him why he didn’t make me cum (another one of his words) he said, “Nobody cums every time, bitch, you’re just greedy.” Of course, he came every time, and after six months of regular (weekly) ‘visits’, I missed my monthly, and a drugstore test indicated I was pregnant.

On our next ‘date’, I dragged him with me to the clinic at the hospital and made him wait while I had an exam by my friend Harrison Becker, who was the OBGYN resident on the floor where I now worked. After my exam, I had Franklin sit in the room with me when Harry informed us that I was pregnant. When Franklin and I walked out of the room, he swore the baby was not his, and accused me of ‘sleeping around’ on him when he was ‘on the road’.

He refused to accept the responsibility of being the father of our child, and stormed out of the hospital, leaving me alone and crying. When Harry saw me sobbing, he brought me back into the office and calmed me down. When he saw a half empty paper cup, he asked me if my ‘friend’ had drunk from that cup, I nodded. He put on an exam glove, picked up the cup, and put it into a specimen bag. He said, “I’ll have this tested, and keep the results to compare with whatever samples we take from you during your pregnancy. By the time you deliver, I will be able to prove that that asshole is your baby’s father.”

I thanked Harry and went home where I confessed to my mother and father that I had been having sex with a man they did not know, and that he had gotten me pregnant. My mother broke into tears, but my father remained calm and stoic. He asked me for the man’s name, so I told my father who Franklin was, and the name of the company he worked for.

My father told me not to worry. He promised to find Franklin, and force him to marry me, give the child his name, and support the two of us.

I don’t know how he did it, but by the time I delivered my baby girl on April 1st, 1997, not only had my father found Franklin, but a sheriff’s deputy had him in handcuffs in the maternity waiting room.

During my pregnancy, my breasts had grown more than two cup sizes and soon after the birth, my milk had come in. I was breastfeeding my beautiful little girl when they brought Franklin in. She was perfect in every way, including the curly flaming red hair that matched mine exactly, and when he saw us his demeanor changed from docile to agitated.

Before he could open his mouth, my father showed him the test results from the cup he had left, and my amniotic fluid. My father said, “Mr. Berry we have your DNA, and the baby’s DNA from her amniotic fluid. It is a positive match, and you are this child’s father. I expect you to marry my daughter and support your family.”

The head nurse brought in the birth certificate, and my father ‘convinced’ Franklin, under threat of jail, to sign it. He bursa bayan escort was asked what he wanted to name his daughter, and because it was April Fools day, he wrote down April Berry, leaving the middle name blank. My father asked the deputy to hold Franklin in the county jail until April and I got out of the hospital, so he wouldn’t try to leave town and disappear. The deputy agreed to do so, and they left the room.

What we didn’t find out until several hours later, was that as they were leaving the hospital, a still handcuffed Franklin, who had gone back to acting very docile, suddenly broke loose from the deputy and bolted into the oncoming traffic on Court Street. He was struck by an eighteen-wheeler, that dragged his mangled body for nearly a block, and he died from his injuries before they got him the five hundred feet to the emergency room. When I heard the news, I was relieved because although my daughter would not have a father growing up, at least she wouldn’t be burdened with having an absent one who wouldn’t take responsibility for his actions.

I decided to give April my mother’s middle name, ‘May’, and my father used the same pen to fill in the space Franklin had omitted. No one questioned this addition, and I never told my daughter that her father had died the day she was born. I thought telling her he had abandoned us was somehow less cruel than telling her he died trying to run away.

Two months after April and I came home from the hospital, my father was told that the railroad was in the process of being reorganized. His job was being made redundant by a computer, so he decided to retire, after thirty-five years. This allowed him to help my mother take care of little April, so I could return to work at the hospital.

About six months after April’s birth, my father had his will rewritten to give control of the rental properties to a trust created and handled by his lawyer, so in the case of his and my mother’s death, April and I would be provided for.

The years passed, and my little April grew into a beautiful young woman. By the time she was a teenager, both my parents agreed that she was the image of me. Sadly, the summer after April’s sixteenth birthday, my mother died from cancer. After her funeral, I asked my father how I would be able to carry on the ‘family tradition’ of having her father relieve her of her virginity.

My father said, “Dear daughter, you only have to find a man who is willing to marry you and agree to accept his ‘fatherly’ duty, according to our traditions. The Church rules are very clear on this matter, he does not have to be her biological father, he has only to be your husband to be considered April’s ‘father’ by the Church. If you are still unmarried when her twentieth birthday passes, you may choose a trusted friend to be a ‘surrogate father’ and he can ‘take care’ of April’s needs.”

I told my father how much I loved him and two months later, I was at his side when he died from a massive heart attack. April and I were on our own now, and I started dating in earnest to find a ‘father’ for my baby. I found several men who were interested in me, as I was still ‘marketable’ as far as my looks went, but I didn’t find myself attracted to any of them. I had already explained our family ‘traditions’ to April when I was telling her about ‘the facts of life’, and she thought there was nothing wrong with a father making his daughter ‘a woman’. In fact, she was looking forward to losing her virginity to an experienced lover rather some fumbling boy. She had already heard the horror stories her friends had told her about their ‘first times’.

The tension between us was starting to build up during the year after her twentieth birthday because I still hadn’t found her a ‘Daddy’. By January, we were at each other’s throats constantly, and when April left home in the middle of the night when I was at my job as the Charge nurse on the OB/GYN floor of Pekin Hospital, I completely fell apart. I used one of the three weeks of personal days I had accrued to pull myself together and was finally able to deal with my grief when something happened that changed both of our lives forever.

Five days ago, I received a phone call early in the morning, from someone I had not thought about since I was in my teens.

When I answered the call, a man’s voice that sounded strangely familiar asked, “Hello, is this Sherry Thomas?”

I told the man I was and asked him how he got my number. After dealing with Franklin and all the other creeps I’d met over the years, I never gave my cell number to anyone I didn’t know and trust.

When the voice on the other end of the call told me who he was, I almost wet in my pants. This was Fred Thompson, the man who had been my first crush when I was thirteen.

When I composed myself, I realized that he was telling me that my April was at his house in southern Illinois, near St. Louis. He assured me bursa merkez escort she was safe and handed the phone to April.

When I heard my baby’s voice crying on the phone, I cried, and then we both cried together for at least five minutes. When we settled down, I let her talk, and talk she did. She told me how she had hitchhiked to Springfield and had been picked up by a guy she thought was an agent. He told her she was beautiful and was a natural to be a model and actress. He promised he would get her work, but when he tried to get her to sleep with him and get tattoos, she realized he was a fraud. She also noticed that the ‘gold Rolex’ he was wearing was a fake. One of the many things my father had taught her was that the second hand on a real Rolex’s moves in a smooth sweeping motion, not in a ticking motion around the dial.

She managed to fend off the pervert’s advances and dumped him when she met Fred at a tavern were Ralph ‘the phony’ was trying to scam him into taking photos for free. When Fred the photographer refused to take Ralph’s bait, April decided to dump the smooth-talking phony, and ‘take her chances’ with this ‘honest’ older man.

When she finished her story, I told her about how I had known this wonderful, sexy man, and now realized I had been in love with him since just before I had my first period. I asked her if he was still married, and she told me his wife had died several years ago. Then I explained to her in detail what her grandfather had told me about the possibility of having him be her ‘surrogate father’. She got very excited when I told her that if he agreed, he could take her virginity and ‘make her a woman’.

I told her I would probably not be able to make it to where she was for her birthday, but I could make it as soon as I could, if they would agree to pick me up at the bus depot in St. Louis.

We were both very excited, and when April asked, “Does this mean that we both get to fuck my new Daddy?” I told her that if he agreed to, we could, and she was too excited for words. When she calmed down, I told her I would call her back.

I hung up and used my computer to check the bus schedules. When I found the right connection, I used my credit card and bought a one-way ticket. Then I called April back and told her I would be on the bus that arrived in St. Louis on Monday at 3PM.

Then I told her how to seduce her new surrogate father. I told her to dress sexy, and act seductively. I told her if she called him Daddy, that would get him ‘all worked up’. Then I told her to tell him about our family traditions and beg him to help to fulfil her destiny.

I told her to climb into his bed Sunday at Midnight naked, ask him to take her virginity, and make her a woman.

She said she would do her best and hung up. I hurriedly got ready for my shift at the hospital and arrived an hour early. I walked into my supervisor’s office and asked if she had a moment to talk. Estelle Goodwin was not only my boss, but we had been friends since high school. She had attended college and used her master’s degree to land the job Nursing Supervisor for the whole hospital.

She told me to take a seat, and I told her I had finally heard from my daughter. I explained that April was in the St. Louis area, and was safe because she was staying with an old friend of mine. I told my boss that I wanted to spend April’s twenty-first birthday with her and asked if I could use my remaining two weeks of personal time to visit her.

Estelle said, “I know this is short notice, but considering the stress you have been under for the last several months, we can work with you on this. When do you need to leave?” I explained that I was not able to get there in time for her birthday, but I was planning on leaving early Monday morning. She said, “I will take care of everything for you Sherry. After you finish your shift today, go home. I know you are not scheduled for Sunday, so relax and pull yourself together. I’ll see you when you get back. Take care.”

I went home and started packing. Realizing I would be spending about 3 ½ hours on the bus, I put a couple of energy bars in my purse. The bus would take me from Peoria to Champaign, where I would have to wait an hour for the bus from Indianapolis to pick me up on its way to St. Louis. I knew it was a pain to backtrack, but my fifteen year-old Corolla would never make the trip without breaking down, and the bus ticket was less than $50.

Sunday morning, when I was drinking my coffee, I noticed my next-door neighbor was home, so I called him and asked if he would drop me off at the bus depot in downtown Peoria on his way to work at Caterpillar on Monday morning.

Floyd had been my father’s ‘handyman’ and had been hired by family lawyer to take care of the ‘properties’ in the trust since my father’s death. He was a good man, and we had been ‘friends with benefits’ off and on, over the years.

He was the first man I had approached with the proposition of being April’s father, but he had politely declined because he was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ and didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but himself. When I explained I had found April at an old friend’s house in St. Louis, he said, “That’s great Sherry, I’ll be glad to drop you off at the bus depot.”

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Brandi smiles and waves at me as I walk out of school. It’s been at least six months since I’ve seen her. It was at the end of last year, our junior year that she dropped out and got her GED so she could, as she put it “stop all the high school bullshit and go to college.” It was a community college, but the difference is negligible. I smile and wave back. When you’re eighteen, six months can feel like forever.

“Hi!” the words are out of her mouth and she’s next to me, hugging me, telling me she’s missed me since she dropped out. She hasn’t changed at all, really. She lost the glasses in favor of contacts, drawing out her eyes more. Wow. Her eyes are beautiful.

“Hey.” I keep my cool. She isn’t allowed to know about the thing I had for her through three years of high school together and how often I thought about asking her out. It was her big pouty lips and full figure that drove me so wild. Her ass remains to die for and her breasts still draw my eyes, regardless of what resistance I attempt. It’s May, so the black tube top Brandi’s wearing isn’t unusual. She puts her hands on her hips and looks me up and down.

“You look different.”

“Different good or bad?”

“Good…very good.” She smiles and hugs me again.

“Hey, I’m not doing anything this afternoon, do you want to-” she cuts me off and finishes the thought.

“Sure, we really need to catch up. It’s been so long!”

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Starbucks escort bayan is unusually empty and we both get coffees and head to some big comfortable looking chairs in the back. Turns out, they are. I sink into the chair and try to start the conversation, but Brandi beats me to it.

“So how are things?”

“Things are good.”

“Dating anyone?” I haven’t dated anyone since high school started. Sure, I’ve fooled around with various girls, but no relationships.

“No, not really.”

“Get laid yet?” I’m notorious for my unwilling virginity.

“Sadly, no.” She clicks her tongue at me.

“James, you really need to do something about that.”

“I know, I know. Well, what about you? Are you dating anyone now?”

“No, I actually just broke up with a guy. Total jerk. Made me pay for everything.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“I’m not. He was an asshole.” She smiles at me. I smile back.

Starbucks starts to fill up and I’ve finished my coffee. I notice Brandi has touched hers in the last twenty minutes of conversation, so I make a suggestion.

“Hey, my apartment isn’t far from here and my parents won’t be home till tennish. Want to go there to talk? I mean, it’s getting seriously crowded and gross here.”

“Sure.”

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I put my keys in the lock and open the outer, then the inner door, bursa vip escort letting Brandi in first. Shit, she’s got a nice ass. I gesture to the couch.

“Make yourself at home.” She sits down.

“Want a drink? We’ve got soda, water, lemonade…”

“Got any wine?” Of course. My step dad drinks half a bottle a night.

“Sure.” I pour two glasses and sit down in the chair across from the sofa. I hand her the wine and set my own on the coffee table. She takes a few sips.

“Do you have any idea how many couches I’ve messed around on, James?” I shake my head. I don’t think she’s hitting on me; we’ve been friends too long. For her, this is just typical conversation.

“Way too many, that’s for sure.”

Fifteen minutes of idle chitchat about life and the like goes by and she finishes her wine. I hand her my untouched glass. She doesn’t seem to notice that I never took a sip. In five more minutes, she’s finished that one, too. She gets up and walks over to me, sitting on my lap. I wonder if she notices the erection I just grew. She leans in and kisses me deeply.

“I think I want to add your couch to my list.” I gulp. She kisses me again and holds it this time. I slip my hand up one thigh and towards her chest. The other helps it take off her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. I kiss down her neck and reach her breasts, gently suckling each one and savoring the pop when bursa elit escort my lips break free. She puts a finger on my lips when I’m about to ask what’s next and she slithers to the floor, taking my pants and boxers with her. She smiles up at me from behind my stiff dick and licks her lips. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding my erection and I moan as her tongue flits across the head and her lips massage the shaft. She’s good. Experienced.

I’m on the brink when she stops and pulls her jeans down. She’s not wearing panties, either. She stands up and tells me to do so and I do, dumbstruck. She sits down where I was and tells me to do down on her. I get on my knees and start.

I separate the lips and lick the inner folds, slowly working my way in a circular motion towards the clit. Without warning, her shallow breaths turn to moans. I’ve found her g-spot and she knows it. I zero in and work her clit and spot, switching it up between my fingers and tongue. My face and hand become coated in her juices. She pulls me up and kisses me again. Brandi pulls me up and then pushes me into the chair, my erection coming out of my lap. She sits down on it and I feel her pussy clench around it, her body warm and tight against mine. She starts working it and my first time is amazing. My hands on her hips and I’m kissing the back of her neck, tasting her sweat. I feel myself about to come and she stands up, drops to her knees and puts me back in her mouth.

With her tongue doing overtime and my hand holding her raven hair out of her face, I let loose into her mouth. She milks me dry and swallows the whole load. She lets my cock out with a pop and licks her lips, smiling.

“That was nice.”

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I reached behind me and undid the straps of my bikini top and let the strings fall to my sides as I lay face down on the chaise. It was the middle of summer and I was determined to have the bitchingnest tan before I returned to school. The tiny bikini top was not offering up much shade but I removed it in any case and settled down comfortably with my breasts squeezed out on the sides of my body. I reached down and arranged my bottoms so that my butt was also only partially covered by the thin material. While I was not very tall at 5’2″ I had been blessed with a great set of 34D boobs and a round little butt and I intended to get as much of them tan as possible.

While my parents would never let me buy a thong, I had arranged my suit so that it was the next best thing. I was very comfortably situated this way near the pool in our backyard. The folks were away for the afternoon and my older brother was around somewhere. My parents would have a fit if they saw me like this but since I was safe in the backyard I thought they wouldn’t mind too much. I drifted into that semi-sleep fog that one goes into when sunbathing on a warm afternoon….

I screamed when the icy water hit my back and sat up so fast that I made myself dizzy. It took me a second to realized what had happened as I looked up at my brother grinning down at me with an empty drink container in his hand. He had sneaked up on me and slashed an icy cold drink onto my back. Now he just sat there grinning at me starring at my breasts as they swayed with my sudden movement.

“You. You. You dick,” I yelled at him. I could hardly talk; I was so shocked by the cold water on my warm back. If he took offense at this he didn’t show it as he continued to leer at my naked boobs on which the nipples were now turning hard. I was breathing hard also giving my rounded breasts what seemed like a life of their own.

My brother, Rob, just laughed and stood there in his Speedo’s getting an eyeful. I don’t think he had ever seen me topless before and I was not at all happy that he was seeing me that way now. He had graduated from high school this year and was off to college soon. He was actually quite a specimen, having a swimmers build. He had played a lot of water polo in high school. He was tall and dark while I was short and blonde. Of course he had made me so mad I wanted to kill him at this point.

I picked up my own ice tea from the table near where I sat and flung the icy drink at him. He deftly jumped out of the way and it landed harmlessly in the pool. This made me only madder. I then threw the empty iice tea container at it him and he side stepped this also.

I got up with the idea of slapping him or something and when I did he turned and dove into the pool and started to swim away. Like an idiot I jumped in after him. There was no way I was going to out-swim him but I tried to catch him. He swam to the shallow end and when I caught up with him he was standing thigh deep in water and still laughing with his muscular body escort glistening with water.

I stood up too and gave him another eyeful as my wet breasts cleared the water. My nipples were rocklike from the coolness of the pool water but I was still fuming and did not care. I went to slap him but he caught my hand in mid-air in his much larger hand. I swung at him with the other and he caught that one too. I struggled with him but he was 10 inches taller and a lot stronger. So there I was, half-naked fighting a losing battle with my brother in the pool.

“Now settle down, Sis,” he said. While my name was Brenda he always called me ‘Sis’.

“You bastard,” I said trying to knee him where he stood.

“Now none of that or you may lose your bottoms too.”

I continued to try to knee him and he held both of my wrists in one of his and reached down and undid one side of my bikini bottom.

“Quit it you, you, you dickhead.” I really did not know how to curse.

With little regard for me he reached down and undid the other side. I now had to stand with my legs together to keep from being totally naked in front of him. I tried to hold the swath of material in place with my rounded thighs but it just floated downward without the thin ties to hold it up. My blond bush came into his view under the water and I was thankful that I had shaved myself there that morning. I only had a short small patch of blond pubic hair there as I liked to where small swimsuits. My mound was mostly just smooth bare flesh.

“How nice you look,” he said looking at the top of my snatch in the water. “Let’s see what the rest of it looks like.”

With that he started to tug on the front of the bikini and try like I could to stop it, it slid through the hollow my thighs made where they met.

“Quit it, Rob.” I hissed. “This has gone far enough.”

“I don’t think so, Sis. I have been watching you ripening for some time now and I just have to see if you are as foxy as I think you are.”

With that his free hand went to my wet right breast and he started fondling the firm smoothness of my full tit. His fingers found their way to my small pinkish nipple and he rolled it between thumb and forefinger. In spite of myself I sucked my breath in quickly in response. He repeated this treatment on my other breast and I started to lose my will to fight with him. I had always loved my brother dearly and thought that if he gets pleasure out of this then why not.

Sensing that I was not going to punch him he let go of one of my hands and pulled me to him in the water and held my naked body to his bigger harder one. I could feel his muscles move under his skin and the bulge in his trunks throb through the thin material of his suit. He kissed me in a way a brother a sister should not kiss but his mouth was so sweet. Besides he had been my protector and defender all of my life and perhaps I owed him this forbidden pleasure.

We kissed for some time while his hands moved all over the creamy bursa eve gelen escort colored skin of my back finding their way to my rounded buttocks. He kneaded my firm ass for some time and then his hands circled my waist. He picked me up effortlessly and placed me on the side of the pool. I sat there looking at him through my green eyes. He pushed my knees apart and we both looked down at the freshly shaven outer lips of my young pussy.

“Gosh. You are a beauty,” he said in a hoarse whisper. I was glad he approved. With no warning at all he rolled his Speedo’s down and his already hard manhood jumped out in anticipation. I had never seen him naked this way and I was a little shocked by how hard he appeared to be and how big he was. His manhood danced just above the surface of the water while his balls were cooled right below the surface. While all of his body hair had been shaved off for water polo he had a generous patch of black curly hair around his root.

He pulled me to the edge of the pool and brought the end of his cock up to me. It was jumping up and down on its own as though it was really happy about this journey it was about to take. Rob had to hold it down to align it with my glistening pussy. He engaged the bulbous head in my opening as we both looked down at what he was doing. Once engaged his narrow hips started giving small thrusts to make it slide between my outer lips and into my warm pink center. I was so wet that I knew he would slide in easily enough, but was I somewhat concerned about his girth.

We both watched as he drove it a little further in with each small thrusts until the head was in me and his long shaft began to move up in me also. His ball sack was tight against his body as it was being dragged over the edge of the pool as he made his advances. I was as wet as I had ever been. My breasts were rising and falling as I breathed deeply with the excitement of my brother entering my innermost parts. I could tell that Rob was getting more excited by the second with his efforts to fuck his little sister.

With a groan Rob yank his throbbing cock out of me. Immediately his hot jism started shooting out of the end of his cock landing like molten lava on the smooth skin of my tummy. Spurt after spurt of it landed on my tummy and then drizzled down onto my lightly haired mound. I could think of nothing else to do with it but rub it into my skin as though it were some sort of lotion. I thought he would never quit coming and apparently he needed no help from me in getting off. I was disappointed in that it ended so quickly.

But not for long. Rob calmed himself. He pushed me back to make me lay down on the side of the pool. He arranged me the way he wanted me while I just dreamily rubbed my come-covered mound. If I thought he was done with me, I was mistaken. He put his still hard cock against the lips of my come-covered pussy lips and started to drive himself slowly inward. He was somewhat more aggressive görükle escort now, giving me more of his cock on each thrust. I just lay back and moved my hips when I could to help him enter me. My legs were wide apart and my hips were on the edge of the pool so that he had good leverage from where he stood in the pool.

It wasn’t long before I could feel the full length of him in me with his balls up against my ass. I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me very well satisfied that he had gotten himself into my deepest sweet parts. I smiled back. I was happy to be giving him what he wanted.

He started a long slow withdrawal that made a slurpy noise with my juices. When there was only the head of his cock in my inner lips he pushed into me with his lean muscular buttocks clenching. My little clitty was fully engorged and peaking out at this point and the tug his cock gave as it was entering me was delightful. He started to stroke me in a long slow loving rhythm. The pure love of his technique was going to make me come even if his cock did not stimulate me to do so.

I don’t know what made me come as hard as I did or so quickly. One moment I was laying there getting sweetly fucked my brother and the next I was a wild bucking bronco thrashing about on the wet pool side like someone who had licked a live light socket. Rob held me fully onto his cock as spasm after spasm wracked my young body and as I griped his cock as hard as I could with my vagina. The world kinda got dark for a minute and when I came to he was holding me around my waist fully impaled on his cock with that lovely smile on his handsome face.

“Like that, Sis,” he asked.

“You bet I did you big hunk,” I replied. “And I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel. Let’s change positions.

Rob withdrew rather unwillingly and hopped up on the poolside while I slipped into the water. I was glad to wash away some of the sticky come from my torso. I was gladder to take up position between his legs.

I gripped his large cock at the base and brought the tip of my tongue to the tiny opening in the end. I looked up into his eyes as I licked the sweet juices from the end. Still looking into his eyes I let the end of it slide in between my lips until the head disappeared into my mouth. I heard him groan as I swirled my tongue around and around the end. Sensing that he liked it (what guy wouldn’t?) I let more of him slide up in my mouth and I started to suck him as my little hand moved up and down on his shaft. If I thought he would take much of this (I didn’t) I was wrong. I could feel him well up with his offering.

The first shot filled my mouth as his body tried to drive his cock down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could before the next burst which was every bit as wet. By the third spasm it was leaking out around his cock onto my chin but I just kept moving him in my mouth wanting to drain him. He began to relax a bit and I continued to lick him clean when he said the last words that I wanted to hear.

“Mom! Dad. Damn.”

I looked up and there stood my Mom and Dad in their Sunday finest, home early from a visit with their friends.

“Damn.” Was all I could say as I let go off Rob cock and tried to lick my chin clean.

To be continued…

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